Akirusu

Here, here and listen wide, here's the time that's against our side, the time where all the freaks and mutants come out of the gutters to populate the streets, where before they were only occupied by the working man and the occasional housewife. Beware the freaks and the mutants as they roam the streams from dusk to dawn, for even a look at them would dare to inspire envy and jealousy for things you wouldn't breathe on if it weren't for them on the planet. And now they're free and roaming the streets and god would forbid that so much as one of them would so happen to be a friend of yours, but if so then getting through those times will be d

So, a talent agent is sitting in his office and this Amish family comes in. The talent agent says "Okay, what have you got?". The father then puts down his briefcase and opens it and takes out a lamp. He plugs it in and starts flicking the light on and off, by that point the mother had already gotten to the talent agents telephone and is dialing random numbers. The children pulled out their game consoles and are now playing with each other. They switch places and the lights flicker and there's sounds. And finally they put down their things and stand up and take a bow. And the talent agent says "That's some act you have there. What do you call

One week before the right day. Dennis Malcom had planned everything and he would use the week to get the supplies necessary. One SIG SG 550 rifle, two cartridges for it. One Walther P99 pistol, two cartridges for it. One Benelli M4 semi-automatic shotgun with many shells. One Molotov cocktail. He already had the pistol. It was hidden in his father's garage and the cartridges should be near it. He checked it off the list. Through an older friend of his, he obtained the other weapons, one day before the right day. He made a Molotov cocktail and went to sleep in the afternoon, so he wouldn't be tired. At 8:30AM the alarm went off and he got

Imjor them el delmosa, ave vjor unta, vjor kolda il vus ana, var sha il vus ekm, nu rana um delmosa. Il kinda ada tia imjor turm, um var skelora imjor entina, var setka emme volt skelora ijmor entinrum um d'nisa nu isrom eldvesa, ak var advanum emmus ed ikra.

Father Fire is he who finishes Death's work. Father Fire is the fury of betrayal of a trusted friend. Father Fire is the seething lust for revenge for the death of a loved one. Father Fire is the burning desire to crush the souls of your enemies. Father Fire is the scalding determination that will kill millions. Father Fire is the hopeless churning after all that's done was done and nothing is left. Father Fire is the unfulfilled vendetta, due whenever he is present.

There's a legend that says of a book, sealed up in stone and hidden high in the mountains. Written by a council of wizards, it contained all the magic that they knew. They decided that the book was far too powerful to be allowed into the hands of anyone. The twelve wizards traveled to the mountains, into the caves. One of the wizards then secretly cursed the book and they then sealed it in the rock. However, one of the wizards had plotted against the others. Yerdra was his name and he wanted all the knowledge in the book for himself. So that he may live forever and be the most powerful wizard, depriving everyone else from learning his trade

General Tzal dropped the severed metal arm on the desk of the leading technician with a loud clunk. 'Can you figure out what this is and why our shields can't stop what's coming out of it?' Orion gently put down a small container with small stone gears inside and turned to the arm. There wasn't much to the arm, just the stub that Tzal cut off. It didn't seem to be entirely mechanical. He could see purple plates through it. He could tell what that those were. 'Well, sir, what ever this is, it seems to be far ahead what ever we've got going.' 'I figured out that much when one of my men was lethally injured by these things, is that the only

It was quite early in the morning and General Tzal had only just arrived at the command headquarters when already a loud meeting was taking place and only when he made a loud cough did they go silent and turn to him. The look on their faces worried him a little. Someone finally stood up and explained what was happening. 'We're receiving distress signals from one of the far towns. They're under attack by a small military unit of three members. They don't appear to be anything familiar.' Tzal looked through some communication technicians to the communications panel and indeed an LED was blinking rapidly. The blinks looked about the same, but