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Go to urbandictionary.com, type in your answer, then copy the first definition given.
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1. Your name:
| Trevor | 761 up, 295 down   | | | Trevor is an English name usually given to boys. It is an ancient celtic word meaning "large penis". Through scientific investigations and surveys, scientists have found that suprisingly almost every man named Trevor has an above average penis length and width. Example: Trevor has an extraordinarily large penis. |
2. Your age:
3. A friend:
| larissa | 86 up, 31 down | | | The sexiest little fuzzy haired chick around! She could bite someones head of when shes mad. Lots of freckles and funnnnnyyyy. Larissa, Just a pretty girl. With big bad boobies |
4. What should you be doing?
| working | 27 up, 3 down | | | A term to describe the tedious and boring indentured servitude that most people are forced to endure to get money. Generally, not a pleasant experience. "No, I can't come to the party tonight. I'm working late." |
5. Favorite color:
| Black | 2693 up, 1057 down | | | 1.Darkness, a dark colour, the colour of this text is black.
2.A race - The black race can range from African american to polynesian. 1. I own a black car.
2. A black person stole my car. |
6. Hometown:
| Maple Ridge | 21 up, 11 down | | | A town where there are no big shopping malls or advertisements everywhere. Beware there is no color, almost every single person is white! Have you been to Maple Ridge lately? Try spotting color sometime, it is nearly impossible. |
7. Month of your birthday:
| October | 92 up, 91 down | | | 10th month of the year i was born in october |
8. Last person you talked to:
| customer | 51 up, 17 down | | | Barely sentient, shambling creature. Close relative of the Zombie. Generally seen in vicinity of hassled shop staff, shaving points of their IQ with inane banter. "Excuse me, where are your Dan Brown books?" |
10. Your nickname (I used internet Handle):
| Stryker | 1 thumb up | | | A Stryker is an eight wheeled, armored personnel carrier, developed by the U.S. army. Designed to replace the (tracked)M2/M3 Bradley, it is much faster and has much better performance on highways and in urban environments than previous apc's. The Stryker comes in many forms and are commonly used not only as a troop movement vehicle but also an ambulance or even as a light tank. It is equipped with thick amour, a cage to repel RPG's, and can be fitted to mount an array of weapons systems ranging from the 7.62 mm minigun, to two 40mm grenade launchers, to the 105mm m1a1 tank cannon. While on route to the target, our Stryker was hit with an RPG and we continued to drive unflustered. |
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Jul. 16th, 2006 @ 08:44 pm
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THE ULTIMATE VIDEO GAME SURVEY/MEME
RULES: Bold any games you have ever played, and italicize any you have heard of. If you have never heard of something, leave it alone. If the game is repeated under different consoles, bold both, or italicize the game under the console you didn't play it on, and bold it under the one you did. If you'd like, add a game under the appropriate list if it is not here.
(this was made by [info]blumenlied with the help of [info]keikanas)( Read more... ) |
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Jul. 15th, 2006 @ 02:27 am
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Mar. 28th, 2006 @ 07:37 am
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Feb. 8th, 2006 @ 05:15 am
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He looked down one street and up another...
Where the hell was he. God he hated these german streets, he could never find where he was going. He looked back down at the piece of paper he held. Small cameras in digitally imaging the information and sending it to his brain. These "eyes" told him that he was supposed to find "129 Anfang" whereever the hell that was. He looked up, noone was around to ask for directions. Wait... where was everyone?
"Hello?" said out loud, circuits digitizing speech, "of course you idiot, yell out in English, they'll understand that" He said to himself a moment later, "alight... um... Hallo, wo ist jeder?" He said, turning on his german vocal program.
There was no answer. It seemed very quiet, the rain quietly falling, he heard thunder in the distance. Probably a storm coming in, it was getting pretty close. Where the hell was this place? He looked down at the note again, trying to divine more from it, then looked up. Was it that building there? He thought to himself. Just as he looked up at the building, the three story building came crashing down as a large metal boot crushed it into splinters. Attached to this boot was a massive a combat robot, a combat robot that was looking at him.
"Oh, Schnäpper!"
Jan. 9th, 2006 @ 06:59 am
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She lunged toward him with her blade, moving with unearthly speed. Stryker brought up his blade in a parry, moving faster than Caleb could see. The blades clashed, a sharp note ringing out as they met. Stryker swing his blade around in a slash, bring the blade toward Jessie's midsection, she quickly and easily moved out of the way while simultaneously thrusting her blade toward Stryker's throat. He darted his head out of the way, and brought his sword up to catch her arm. The blade caught only air as Jessie spun back and repositioned.
“How are you doing this? I am the perfect being. Bred for combat!” she screamed, “I cannot be defeated!”
She ran at him with an new power and rage filling her. She lashed out with a powerful strike aimed right at Stryker's head; his blade barely coming up in time to meet hers. The blades struck each other with an incredible force, a deafening sound rang out, as Caleb felt the swords hit, watched as the few remaining windows in the area shattered. He brought his hands up to his ears, which were ringing, and felt a trickle of blood.
Jan. 1st, 2006 @ 10:02 pm
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Dec. 31st, 2005 @ 01:22 am
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The sky ripped open. It bled with the color of a billion souls, puring into the fabric of space and time. Their blue glow illuminating the jagged skeleton of the ruined city. It seemed as if an undead hand was reaching toward the sky, longing to join the maelstrom of psychic energy, bringing about its agonizing death. Few living remained within the walls of this once powerful fortress of the Coalition, this bastion of humankind once known as El Dorado. Its people dead or dying, the military lie in ruins, mighty chariots of steel and fire, fell broken on the ground like discarded toys. Hundreds of thousands would die, and few would exist to remember their violent end. Perhaps not even the surviving few atop the ruins, four beings who held the fate of this world in their hands.
He peered out from behind the wreckage, shielding himself from the battle taking place just feet away. Caleb watched as his friends fought for their lives. The lives of themselves, and everyone, everything that ever existed. A wave of fire ripped by as he ducked back, the superheated plasma singing his dusty jacket as is narrowly missed him. He looked back to see what looked like a demon, a dark winged angel, falling back towards him. He took cover as the angel impacted the ground beside him, cracking the duracrete.
“Eric!” he yelled, “Eric are you alright?”
“Uugggh...” the dark angel moaned, a semi-synthesized tone to the voice.
Caleb looked back up at the creature who had stuck Eric. She stood fifteen feet away, holding a large thin blade, clad in armor plates, interlocking with each other, covering her toned torso and muscled arms. Metal rings were fitted around her neck and arms, attached to her skin, needles piercing her augmented body. A harness of tubes and cables, infusing her body with drugs; narcotics to increase her speed, strength, and stamina. Her skin was harder than stone, her eyes colder than steel. Her inhuman rage visible in her image, her blood-red hair whipping in the wind, matted with dirt and sweat. The focus of her rage shifting from Eric's prone form to the figure standing opposite Caleb, across the ruined building. Holding a long blade, he stood still, his leather jacket flapping in the winds, an unearthly glow about him. His shadowed face looked up toward her, and his emerald gaze met her fiery rage. His form flooded with anger and power, his power seeming to flood over even the magical maelstrom battering the ruined city. His emerald hair whipping around his face, seeming somehow controlled amidst the chaos.
“It's over Jessie!” He yelled over the storm, “You're done.”
“For once you're right Stryker!” She screamed back, “It is over. The world is going to fall into entropy and chaos, and I am going to be a god!”
Dec. 28th, 2005 @ 06:20 pm
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Looks like Teletrann-2 is on its way out.
Its been having issues locking up recently, and tonight it would not POST.
In laymans terms this means that "It is fucked"
I need to get a new computer soon. Luckily the data is ok, hardware can be replaced.
Oh... you think I'm depressed?
Far From it.
Its been one of the best nights of my life.
The people involved know why. *hugs*
Now I have to get some sleep, as the morning holds for me a day at work.
Goodnight internet.
Dec. 19th, 2005 @ 03:59 am
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The trio walked quickly to the school field, where fencing was practiced. To get there they traveled through ancient corridors, walls which had seen ages of the world's most influential and powerful mages learn within its walls. The Dweomer Magic Academy was an institution which had stood for centuries, not that people always knew about it. The open enrollment that it currently enjoyed was one benefit of the cataclysm that had befell the world. The forces of magic and technology were warring, and the people of Dweomer believed, unlike many, that both magic and technology could co-exist peacefully. Many disagreed with their outlook, both powerful mages and warlords alike, so they hid themselves. And their protectors were the Brotherhood of Battle. Warriors trained to use magic and martial arts to turn them into the perfect soldier for this age. These Battle Magi, were trained here. Stan turned a corner and ran headfirst into someone twice his size, a wall of a student. Stan fell backwards, dropping his fencing equipment.
“Watch where you're going, freak.” spit the wall. “You messed up my uniform”
Stan sat up, “that uniform was messed up before I got here Vek.”
Vek, suddenly enraged, reached down and grabbed Stan by his collar, and lifted him up.
“What did you just say to me?” asked an incredulous Vek.
“Fuck off, Vek.” said Stan, shoving himself away.
“Alright, I'm going.” said Vek as he turned to go. Then suddenly Vek swung back with his fist and caught Stan across the face with a vicious fight hook. Stan fell to the floor, holding his head. Vek laughed, and walked past them.
“Later spaz. This ain't over.” Vek intoned to Stan, then walked past Brooke and Eric, shoving Eric out of the way, and sqeezing Brooke's ass. “See you later babe.”
Brooke slapped away his hand, “Pervert!” Then she moved over to help Stan.
“Someones gotta do something about that guy.” said Eric. “He's starting to act like no one can touch him.”
“Well his is the son of a council member.” said Stan, getting up. “The school tends to take his side, seeing as his father provides a quarter of their funding.”
“That dosn't make it right.” said Brooke
Stan looked at her, “I know”
A loud bell went off above their heads, they all looked up. They were definitely late for class now.
Dec. 16th, 2005 @ 02:04 pm
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It was cold. A windy day in Dweomer. A young man layed on the ground staring up at the sky. He was about sixteen and had short neatly cut hair and unusual shade of green. A small stream of crimson was running from his nose, and down his cheek. His normally neat school uniform was crumpled and burned. He turned his head and saw another young man, about the same age, several feet away. But that young boy wasnt moving. He looked back up at the sky, but his sight of the clouds was intercepted by a beautiful young woman. She reached down to help him.
“Stan... Stan can you hear me?”
She held his head in her hands, He looked into her eyes, she was crying. He smiled to reassure her, and then suddenly, it all went black, but it wasn't cold. This wasnt how the day had started, far from it. It had started with a kiss.
Stan woke up to a beautiful young woman above him, she had just kissed him on forehead. He sat up in bed surprised.
“Brooke? Wha..”
“Happy Birthday, sleepy.” she said.
“But.. its not...”
“I know its not your Birthday... Well it might be. We don't really know do we? But everyone needs a birthday, even you.” she said, looking into his deep green eyes.
“Why December 10th?”
“Don't you remember? Its the day I met you in Invocations... we were practicing our Lantern Light spells, and Professor Grendis paired us up. You really sucked at Invocations, You couldn't light a table lamp if your life depended on it.” she said a little upset
“Hey! I wasn't the only one who couldn't do it. Besides, you were really good, its no fair comparing. Besides, we were 12!” he said back defensively
“Don't blame me just because I actually took the time to study!” she said a little more upset.
Stan reached over to where she was sitting on the bed and hugged her.
“Thanks.” he said, then released her and sat back.
A young man poked his head in the door and laughed. He was about average height, with blond hair and a pair of small round sunglasses, which rarely left his face. He started talking immediately.
“Hey, it wasn't just her idea, I was the one who said we had to do something about you. I mean come on, do you ever have any fun? We needed to throw you a party.”
“Oh I get it, this is just an excuse to cause some trouble isnt it?” Stan asked.
“Who? Me?” said the blond boy, feigning innocence.
“The last time you said 'We need to have a party', the headmaster almost expelled all of us.”
“Since when does 'almost' count.” said the Blond boy looking indignant.
“Eric stop messing with him.” said Brooke.
Eric rolled his eyes, “Fine... We'll have a 'normal' party. But now I can't use my diagrams.”
“Diagrams of what?” asked Stan.
“Well its acutally a complex design of...” Eric started, but was cut off by Brooke.
“Save it, we're late for class.”
“Can't we skip fencing? I hate Professor Skorthe, he has it out for me.” whined Eric.
“You STABBED him!” said Stan, getting his uniform and books together.
“Accidentally!” said Eric pointing his finger for emphasis.
Dec. 16th, 2005 @ 02:50 am
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 | You scored as Capt. Mal Reynolds. The Captain. You are the captain of the ship, so the crew are your responsibility. You just want to do the job, get paid and keep flying. Why is that always so hard?
Capt. Mal Reynolds | | 75% | The Operative | | 69% | River Tam | | 63% | Zoe Alleyne Washburne | | 63% | Inara Serra | | 63% | Shepherd Derrial Book | | 63% | Simon Tam | | 50% | Hoban 'Wash' Washburne | | 50% | Jayne Cobb | | 50% | Kaylee (Kaywinnet Lee) Frye | | 38% | </td>
Which Serenity character are you?
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Dec. 1st, 2005 @ 07:43 pm
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The Pork Chop Express.
Which B-Movie Badass Are You?
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Nov. 6th, 2005 @ 11:33 pm
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 | You scored as Batman, the Dark Knight. As the Dark Knight of Gotham, Batman is a vigilante who deals out his own brand of justice to the criminals and corrupt of the city. He follows his own code and is often misunderstood. He has few friends or allies, but finds comfort in his cause.
Batman, the Dark Knight | | 100% | The Terminator | | 83% | Neo, the "One" | | 83% | Indiana Jones | | 79% | Lara Croft | | 79% | James Bond, Agent 007 | | 75% | El Zorro | | 71% | The Amazing Spider-Man | | 71% | William Wallace | | 67% | Captain Jack Sparrow | | 67% | Maximus | | 58% | </td>
Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
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Nov. 6th, 2005 @ 11:28 pm
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You are Captain Kirk!
Definately the most renouned Starfleet Captain,
your missions explored every facet of the
humanoid being. Your no guts no glory approach,
although considered too risky by some, has
earned you Starfleet's highest honors. Your
zest for life exemplifies what humans should
be; free, alive and honorable beyond compare.
You have twice died upholding the ideals which
humanity holds so dear. Had you not been so
brazen in your command during Starfleet's
greatest expansion period, it most assuredly
would not be what it is today. You however,
have been known to let your libido make your
decisions for you. Best keep that in check.
Which Starfleet Captain Are You?
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Nov. 6th, 2005 @ 11:27 pm
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Oct. 30th, 2005 @ 02:01 pm
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BISHOP!!!
Holy crap! You are: |
With the power to absorb and redirect energy, you are practically
invulnerable to anyone who isn't physically stronger than you. Bishop
is pretty kick ass, unfortunately he will only exist in a world where
Professor X has been assassinated. So go fuck something up! |  |
My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 52% on Mutations |
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Oct. 24th, 2005 @ 10:10 pm
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Green is your Lightsaber's color.
Green is the color of nature. It symbolizes growth,
harmony, and freshness. Green has strong
emotional correspondence with safety. Green is
also commonly associated with wealth and
happiness, so someone with a green lightsaber
like yourself is a fortunate soul.
What Colored Lightsaber Would You Have?
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Jul. 3rd, 2005 @ 01:34 am
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Armed and Dangerous
Congratulations! You scored 87%! |
You made it out, alive and well supplied. You probably even kept most
of your party alive too. You know what to look for, what to take, and
when to just run. You even feel a strange inkling to go back. If you
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My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 96% on survivalpoints |
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