AtrophyBrain

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    • Random stuff because I'm tired.

      13 years ago

      AtrophyBrain

      Monty Python and the Holy Grail is possibly the most quoted movie ever. I don?t know where I heard this, but that?s not the point. The point is too sharp, and to make it safe for the childrens of the world, we must either sue the crap out of whoever is responsible for such a point or we must join scientology. This is a really bad choice because I think I may be the one we would end up suing if we went that route, and I am pretty sure it would cause some sort of legal paradox to do that sort of thing, which would be no good because they say that when there?s a legal paradox, lawyers make money. Of course, they say that when there?s any phrase that starts with, ends with, or contains the word ?legal? lawyers make money. Now I?m not sure how this works, because I?m not really much of an economist (if I were, I?d know a lot more about money than I do right now, like I would finally learn that money is really time, even though money is just paper and time is a dimension, but I?m not smart enough to know that. Where was I? Oh, yeah) but I lost track of what I was talking about in this sentence before the big parentheses break in the middle of it. I swear, there should be a legal limit to the size of those things. I think my wallet may have just disappeared; I did use that legal limit phrase. I should probably get my house sprayed for lawyers again; I think there?s a colony of them living in my bathroom wall. They have these new houses where the exterminators don?t even have to spray anymore: the houses are riddled with this tubing that?s connected with a little nozzle thingy on the outside, where all the people have to do is pump it into that, and poof, instant dead things in your wall.

      Speaking of which C.S.I. is a really cool show. Not the crappy one in New York, I hate Gary Sinese. I?m not really sure why, but I think it?s probably because of that one thing I saw of his where he might have been the badguy. I?m not really sure if was or not, I didn?t watch a lot of it. People aren?t supposed to use I or you in their papers because the teachers said so. Of course, that was the main reason for doing anything the first eighteen years of my life, and I guess then some, because I didn?t graduate until the end of the month I had my birthday in. I could have been out of school a year before, but my mom didn?t want me to be two years younger than everyone in my class. I guess that would have sucked, but I still wish I had been out sooner, it sucked major monkey balls in there.

      Man, that would be the best character for a cartoon ever! Major Monkeyballs, at your service! And just to make it interesting, he would have to be something other than a monkey, preferably something that shouldn?t have balls at all, like a coconut. And he would have to have a sidekick, because all cartoons have sidekicks. The sidekick could be? Tom Cruise! That would rock your face off!

      Which brings me back to scientology. Because everything involving Tom Cruise eventually leads back to scientology. Like Rome, with all the roads. Although, I?ve always thought those Romans were a bit too optimistic to be quite right in the head. I mean, ?All roads lead to Rome?? Why not make the motto of your city be ?The glass is half Full?, or ?Happy bunny starlight shining butter rump with cherries and candied pickles and half of a sorbet cup??

      Speaking of which, who decided where to put the damn question marks and commas and whatever punctuation in relation to the quotes? I?d like to give that person a swift kick in the nads. And if it was a woman, I?d like to surgically give her some nads, then kick them. Although, that procedure would be rather costly, and I?m pretty sure it?s illegal. At least in Alabama. It?s a little too close to sodomy for their taste.

      Heh, I just used ?sodomy? and ?taste? in the same sentence. I though I was going to say that it was funny if you think about it, but really it?s only funny if you don?t think about it. In fact, it helps if you don?t think at all. Like the people in Alabama. Of course, I don?t think they?d think it was funny, one because they don?t think, two because I?ve just insulted their intelligence twice in as many sentences, and three because it?s a sodomy joke, and those are illegal there too.

    • The Dark Dark Worlds (It's a story)

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      AtrophyBrain

      ~Prologue~

      Embrace the serenity of Her Darkness, my brothers. The Night Goddess holds us all in her benevolent gaze from her throne on Eria, and will enfold you in her holy shadowed arms and protect you in your rest. The calm Black of Her love will surround you and lift your spirit to Her side, should you only accept the Dark into your heart.
      - The Word of Gren: Second Book of Onyx, verses 11-13


      ~ ~ ~

      A tall man, dressed in robes of the purest black, came through the arched doorway. He paused, and ran his cool gaze across the room he had just entered, noting in turn everything in it, from the high, vaulted ceiling, laden with gilt and elaborately painted scenes, to the fabulously embroidered rug that lay at his feet, covering the fine marble of the floor, obviously imported all the way from the quarries of one of the northern countries, Ascaril perhaps. He drew back his lips in disgust. Avarice. A common sin among the nobles, but it still turned his stomach every time he had to visit such a palace. It made him feel dirty, as if just by being in the presence of such opulence he was somehow tainted. As if he could become saturated by someone else?s guilt just by his exposure to it. The thought made his skin crawl, the way it did any time he was around sin as blatant and abundant as this.

      A small cough sounded behind him, bringing him back to the task at hand. He shook himself and silently recited the Prayer, asking the Goddess forgiveness for his impure thoughts. After all, it was his duty as a man of the Black to provide his service to anyone, whether they live in the humblest of shacks or the highest of castles. He turned back to the one who had coughed, a butler in the employ of the lord of this manor. The butler, dressed sharply in a dark blue tunic, stood by the door, having closed it behind the person that would likely his master?s final guest. He inclined his head submissively and spoke, his Western accent barely discernable.

      ?My master is resting in his rooms in the left wing, Lord Celebrant. If you will follow me, I will take you to him directly.? Then without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel, and made for a door at the side of the grand hall, his stride long and crisp. The holy man followed him, his own movements much more fluid, combining with his long robes of office to give him the appearance of gliding rather than walking.

      A few moments later, after leading him past what seemed like innumerable portraits and busts, the butler stopped abruptly in front of a large, ornately carved door. He reached up and rapped smartly on the door three times (to announce their presence, the Celebrant assumed) before turning the door-handle and pushing the thick slab of wood aside.
      The door swung wide, revealing to the clergyman a room as disgustingly extravagant as the rest of the house, but with something? different to it. Once detected, the robed man immediately recognized what it was. Death was in this room. He could feel it like a physical presence, smell it, like a cloud of the ugliest perfume ever made. It made the room feel too close, the air too thick to be comfortably breathed.

      The source of this feeling was clear. Directly across the room from the door stood a bed, repulsively marvelous in its decadence. Tall bedposts, those on the right deeply carved with all manner of fearsome animals and the left with beautiful, naked women supported a canopy of the finest silk colored with the most expensive purple dyes. A massive headboard rose at the far end, grotesquely covered in carvings of the highest quality, depicting the same beasts and maidens together in pairs. Some of the maidens, holding spears and shields, though still nude, battled the creatures, some peacefully rode upon their backs, and some, the noted with abhorrence, were locked in lust with the beasts.

      But the bed itself was not the source of this sense, this gloom of the impending grave. No, because upon that bed, the red and gold blankets covering him to the waist, lay an ancient, gray man that the Celebrant could only assume to be the lord of this palace. As if aware of a gaze upon him, the obviously dying man opened his eyes.

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    • Hooray!

      13 years ago

      AtrophyBrain

      IB tests are over! I'm graduating on the 27th! Other generic happy stuff!

    • Short story - "Friday"

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      AtrophyBrain

      A short story I wrote a while ago for a contest:

      A high, grating tone issues forth from overhead speakers and a crowd floods the large, too-bright room. They fill it nearly to capacity, hundreds of them, all moving slowly along in lines, then more quickly to any of the dozens of long, plastic tables with their hard, uncomfortable seats. They separate into their own little cliques, each with their own style of clothes and talk and life, but none truly unique. It?s their only break of the day, before they go back to the dull drudgery of their legally required education, and they intend to fully enjoy it.

      He is among them, one of them, though neither he nor they think of him so. Immersed in the mass of his ?peers,? he is one of thousands, but separate. They give him disdainful looks as he passes, and he either returns them in kind, or ignores them completely, depending on his mood. Today he feels like ignoring them, so he just shuffles along the line, waiting for this to be over. He is surrounded by them, he could reach out in any direction and touch one of them, yet he is entirely alone.

      The whole crowd is at the tables now, talking and laughing and making a reality of their intentions. They eat and yell and tell jokes and gossip and carry on, the volume of their voices steadily rising as each one strives to be heard above the others. They are still in their groups, each one having its own conversation, but all their words just feed the sound of the crowd, slowly growing into a deafening roar.

      He hears them, catches parts of the conversations before they are swallowed by the din. Each sentence registers for a moment, but he quickly discards it as the same meaningless trash as the rest. He soon stops trying, as he does every day, gives up on worthwhile dialogue, and sits alone amongst the multitude. He quietly eats, the crowd?s cacophonous voice fading in his ears to a background rumble. As soon as he has finished his task, he leaves. Stepping outside, he closes his eyes and listens to the serenity of noon, when all of nature stops, and even the sun seems to rest at the top of the domed sky before starting its descent. He lets a small smile lift the corners of his mouth, drinking in the perfect silence.

      The same high, grating tone shatters the quiet. The crowd explodes from the doors, somewhat subdued by the prospect of returning to their state-enforced learning, but at the same time energized by the fact that the day was half over, and better yet it was Friday. The word leapt from mouth to mouth like wildfire, along with noisy discussion of the weekend?s planned activities as each group broke up, its constituents scattering in every direction to go to their designated places.

      He stands alone in the mass of people, jostled and bumped and pushed and shoved and run into, and he sighs. Well, at least it?s Friday.

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    • My all of me hurts

      13 years ago

      AtrophyBrain

      Ow, my most of me! I'm sore from going to the driving range yesterday, and it's really irritating, because I feel way more sore than I should be for an hour and a half of hitting golf balls. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I gave blood on friday? I know they told me not to do any strenuous activity, but would it make sense that I get more sore than usual because of that? Like my body isn't repairing itself as quickly?

    • ANOTHER story in the making?!?!

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      AtrophyBrain

      I came to life, and knew nothing but pain. My world was a maelstrom of agony and confusion and light and darkness and fear. I writhed under the torture of my own existence, wanting only to return to that sweet oblivion from whence I came. I clutched desperately at my sanity, the black hell of my universe tearing at the edges of my mind as I slowly lost my grip.

      The subject is resisting. Increase output power by twenty-three percent and proceed to phase two. Bring all backup generators online, and go to standby for phase three.

      I screamed, or I think I did. I could feel something entering my mind, something as malevolent as it was insane. I fought it, struggling to push it out with every last scrap of my being, yet the other gained, becoming more and more firmly embedded in me. It spread like a disease, infecting not just me but my very soul. I could feel that I had all but lost, and so drawing on a reserve of strength I didn’t even know existed until that moment, I not only defended myself, but even attacked the invading presence.

      What? The process is reversing! Increase output by seventy percent! Divert any generators not already committed to phase three! We must fully implant the companion!

      I forced the other to retreat into what I can only describe as a corner of my mind, and it fortified itself there, defending against any attacks I threw against it. Try as I might, I could not dislodge it any further from myself. It also did not attempt any further intrusion into my mind, but rather stayed as it was, like an infected sore. I could tell that it was weakened, and I suspected it was just recovering before a renewed attack. Blocked by the apparent impasse, I came to a new realization. The world around me had ceased to be a hell of confusion and terror, and my own existence no longer tortured me. I floated in a black void, momentarily forgetting the foreign consciousness intruding on me, just drinking in the respite I had unexpectedly received.

      Bring those generators back online! I don’t care what it takes! We are losing the subject! All technicians at or below level four get to the implantation chamber and prepare to terminate if necessary. We cannot risk it escaping!

      My instant of tranquility was shattered when a blinding light appeared before me. As soon as I saw the light, I felt an overwhelming desire to go to it. I struggled to reach it, but seemed restrained by something, and so I did not move, even as the light began to fade. Panicking, I tore madly at the restraint, feeling an odd sensation suddenly as I pulled free. Almost a sense of… loss, of a connection being severed that I had not even been aware of. I hesitated a moment, wondering what it was, but the sensation left as quickly as it had come, and the light was still fading. I raced forward, inexplicably horrified at the thought of missing it.

      We’ve lost the subject! Initiate failsafe protocols! I repeat, initiate failsafe protocols! It must not escape the chamber! Do it now!

      I flew forward, terrified the light would be completely gone when I finally reached it. As I approached, I saw it was not fading, but getting smaller. This changed nothing, though, as I still was in great danger of it shrinking into nothing before I got to it. I pushed harder, determined not to let that happen. I seemed to be almost there when another light appeared in my otherwise empty universe. There was something different about this one, though, something that gave off the same sense of mad malice that the presence inside of me did. It also grew, gaining strength, as the other light shrunk. I’m sure I screamed this time, as the thing in me awoke, resonating with this new light. I turned all my attention to getting to the first light, knowing I could not combat the now combined evils, and somehow knowing too that the rapidly-disappearing glow was my only chance to escape.

      All security to the implantation chamber! Be prepared to destroy the subject if the failsafes are ineffective. Use caution, the subject is highly dangerous!

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    • Freakin angry at the world and Napster!

      13 years ago

      AtrophyBrain

      Ok, so since freakin CHRISTMAS I have been trying to get my comp to not think Napster was a virus and quit freakin blocking it when it tries to access the internet. I FINALLY got it to, and what happens? GOD DAMN NAPSTER GOES AND DENIES MY GIFT CARD!! So now I have Napster, but STILL NO SONGS!!!! I want to strangle someone so badly right now, you would not even believe!

    • For Everybody

      13 years ago

      AtrophyBrain

      1. Your Full Name:
      2. Age:
      3. Favorite Color:
      4. Favorite Movie:
      5. Favorite Song:
      6. Favorite Band:
      7. Most Embarrassing Moment:
      8. Are you a virgin:
      9. What makes you the maddest:
      10. Are we friends:
      11. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
      12. Would you take care of me when I'm sick:
      13. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before:
      14. Have you heard any rumors of me lately:
      15. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me:
      16. Do you think I'm a good person:
      17. Are there ever times when you want to call me but don't:
      18. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they don't involve you:
      19. If you could change anything about me, would you? What would it be:
      20. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out:
      21. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you:

    • SPRING-EFFIN'-BREAK

      13 years ago

      AtrophyBrain

      WOOOOOO! FREAKIN SPRING BREAK IS OFFICIALLY ON, MAN! JUST FINISHED EVERYTHING I NEED TO DO FOR THE BREAK, SO NOW IT'S JUST NINE DAYS WITHOUT SCHOOL! WOOOOOOOO!

    • My own story thread!

      13 years ago

      AtrophyBrain

      So now what I'm gonna do is post everything related to Broken Crown here.

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    • Unitup

      13 years ago

      Contest Time smiley0.gif

    • AtrophyBrain

      13 years ago

      Thanks!
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    • Glaxton

      13 years ago

      Congratulations on being here at RvB for six months!

      I created a banner for you Here, you can download it and post it if you like.,
      OR, just delete this message and go on with your life! smiley0.gif

    • AtrophyBrain

      13 years ago

      I deleted all my images, and replaced them with new ones.

    • dyskordian

      13 years ago

      10 new images?

      You only have something like 11 images total, so what have you been doing?

    • Count3D FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold Site Admin

      13 years ago

      Finally, someone who understands the simple meaning of the name COUNT 3D

    • spoothead101

      13 years ago

      i can email it to you, but you need CDisplay to read .cbr files

    • spoothead101

      13 years ago

      yo, thats from the starwars comic book, it called starwars tales

    • GeneraI_Beef

      13 years ago

      Sorry to bother you, but General_Beef needs a favor, if you could vote for me here it would be most appreciated. Its VERY near the end, and ANY help will be remembered. Thanks for your time.

    • AtrophyBrain

      13 years ago

      That's right bitch!

    • SgtMajUSMC

      13 years ago

      You darn Grammar Nazi!!!!

    • GeneraI_Beef

      13 years ago

      Sorry to bother you again, but your old pal General_Beef needs a favor, if you could vote for Britannicushere it would be most appreciated. Thanks for your time.

      PLEASE DO NOT VOTE FOR ME

    • GeneraI_Beef

      13 years ago

      You're old pal General_Beef needs a some favors, vote for me here and vote for “Cutie_Blonde†(Please do NOT vote for me) here. Thanks for your time.

    • KaliYuga

      13 years ago

      'Kay, I wanna know how close you are to your +20 karma and I'll see what I can do to help you achieve your aspiration of +20 karma ok?

    • zombieninja3

      13 years ago

      here you go dude.
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    • ask1hunter

      13 years ago

      its #86 and #87 by somebody else too

    • ask1hunter

      13 years ago

      i have replyed to your comment in the iraq oil thread smiley11.gif

    • Ferrari89

      13 years ago

      That's fine, thanks :)

    • Ferrari89

      13 years ago

      atrophybrain, you owe me a mod from GUESS THE NEXT POSTER

    • Zylo

      13 years ago

      Welcome DEVIN!!!

    • Spec_Ops098

      13 years ago

      please accept my friend request

    • _DarkWolf16_

      13 years ago

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