So their I was, playing Mortal combat 9 When the door bell rang. My name was guss, just guss. I went to the door to see a small skunk looking figure satnding their. He had a note in his hand.


to whom it may concern, Hes your problem now, Sincierly Arachna.


The little skunk started to cry. "Noooooo, its OK. Your going to be just fine." I picked up the skunky fellow and set him on the coutch in the living room and noticed he had on a back pack. I took off his back pack and opened it to find only one toy, it was a stuffed panda. "Panpan!" He cryed. He snached the toy from my hands and hugged it as tight as he could. I then turned off my game and turned on the TV. I looked for a kids show and found a show called the Back-Yardagians. He slowly stoped crying and started watching the show. So I sat down with him and asked him his name. Bileave it or not, his name was gussy. I then asked him if he had recently ate. He shook his head no. So I told him after the show was done that he had to eat. I went and set up a chair with books. I made him a cheesy lasagna and got him a blue fork and a blue plate. He came in and told me he, well, you get the Idea. so I had to go bye changing supplys. And thank fully he didn't get a rash. I fed him, and put him down for a nap. "Are you going to be my new daddy?" He asked me. "Yes, son". I turned out the lights and he screamed bloody murder. I turned the lights back on and he was crying, again. So I came over and com forted him. I guess he was scared of the dark. He also said that he was scared of hights. "I, i, i, i want my passy, i want my passy". he blubbered. "Awwww, I'm sorry sweety, but I'll tell you what, instead i'll stay in the room with you." "Can you pweas sing me a night-night song?"

"Who killed Cock Robin," I began. "I, said the sparrow; with my bow and arrow. Who saw him die, I said the fly..." and so on and so forth untill, " all the birds in the air fell sighing and sobbing when thy heard the bell toll for poor cock robin."

It was when I came in to wake him up that he was gone. Their was a note on the bed that said if I ever wanted to see my son agian then I would come to 34 jump street at midnight, alone. So I did and what do you know, its a drunk guy with a gun. I get behind the fence. My son is screaming and dangaling from the roof. I had a pistole on me but I hated guns. "Help me daddy!"shouted my son. "Shut the **** up!" He hit my son with the back of his gun and he started crying. Thats when I thought, oh screw it. I pulled out my gun and layed a clip into him. I cut my son loos and we left that place feeling more acomplished than ever.

Ask me questions. Please.

He cose 2 1/2. So I set up his room to look like a nursery. I then put down a mat on his new dresser, then layed him down and put him in a full on nappy. I then brought him into the living room and got some toys out of my supplies. I got on the floor with him and we played some games like peekaboo, dont drop the baby, and finally, hide and seek. It turned 3 and I knew what I had to do. I sat him down on the coutch and told him we were going to try a trick I know for dreams. He asked me what I ment and I told him it was nap time. He sorta whimpered a bit, but I told him we were going to try getting rid of the dreams. So I pikced him up, changed him, fed him, changed him again. Finally, I sat him in his new bed and went to get my knife. When I came back he tryed to run away. I cought him and told him that I wasn't going to use it on him. I forsed him to sit on the bed (threatining to give him a time out) and I took out the blade. I told him to memerize that knife, to feel how sharp it was, to rememder its pattern. Then I told him to keep thinking about that knife when he went to bed. I then put the knife next to his bed so that he wouldn't stop thinking about it. I tucked him in and kissed him good night. He asked me why I showed him the knife. And I just told him to keep thinking about it. I gave him a stuffed animal and a pacifier. Then put a baby monitor in the room and left. I decided that I would ask him how he liked TB hood when he wokeup. I think he liked it accept for me changing him, so I would see what I had to do tomorrow and maybe we could bond with older kid stuff, like I could teach him how to play Xbox. Maybe we could go hiking. I found that I had a photo shoot tomorrow morning, but we could always play video games. I fliped on the TV and fliped throgh chanels.

Finally, I heard a scream on the baby monitor. I rushed to his room and kneeled by his side. I comforted him and reasured him. When he calmed down, I asked him if his dream was about the knife. Of course it wasn't. So I picked him up and changed him. I sat him down on the coutch and asked him if he has injoyed his experience so far. He said he loved it. So we sat and played untill 6 I made him dinner, then tought him how to play Xbox.

This does not conclude ch4, sorry this is so late

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He told me that he would actually like to try being a TB. I told him that he should think about this for a moment, but if he really wanted to, I could take care of him for the last half of a day we had. He said he wanted to find out what it would be like without a abuseive mom. I agreed and told him that if he wanted to back out, then to just tell me. Then I asked him how old he wanted to be. He chose 2 1/2.


I am not going to tell in this jurnal about this experience, instead I will wright it in another journal for the people that are interested in it, tomorow

He comes down and we start getting stuff in his room. This included a bed, some more cloths, some decorations, a new cabinet (for the incontinence products) and it was long enough for him to lay down on, and a night stand. I also got him a Itoutch, he had no idea how to use it. I sowed him the bathroom, againand made sure he knew that thier was no lock on the toilet. (And can someone please tell me how you put a lock on a toilet, because I have no Idea) Then he sat on the coutch with me and said he was sorry. I asked him about what he meant. He replied that he was sorry for makeing me do all this work. I told him to not apologize, he didn't do any thing wrong. Its not like I'm not going to give my son a room. I asked him if he was going to a school already, he said he was. It was summer so he didn't have to go to school. It was almost lunch time, so I decided to look up a recipe for a ruloden. I had to cook twice as fast though, but I really wanted him to try roloden. After lunch, usually I would take a nap (their really is a nap time in germany) but I wouldn't make my son have two nightmares in one day, so I decided to talk to my son about the rules. I just told him to use common knowledge, and that the only real punishment that I would ever give him was grounding him. That was when he said something very shocking.

We got many things, including a 2nd binki. I also got him good nights, just in case. He poped the binki in his mouth as soon as we got home. I went in the kitchen and got him a soda. He he didn't know how to open it ( I fell on the floor laughing as he tried sucking it out like a bottle) so I showed him. He guzzled it down in one go. When he asked for another one, I said "how about no." He soon needed to pee, badly, very badly. He asked me what the combination for the lock was (I didn't know what he was talking about) so I asked him and as he said the lock on the toilet, he started peeing him self. He cried loudly and pleaded me not to punish him. I told him to calm down and that i wouldn't punish him. I picked him up and put him on my lap. Once he had calmed down I decided that I would give him both trainers and underwear. I told him to tell me when he was low on one and I would buy or wash more. I tought him how to change him self and to not tell me witch one he was wearing. I also told him that if he ever wanted to try being a full on TB (I still had some stuff from the the DTP) then to tell me and I will take the day off. So he went to his room and put on new clothes.

Sorry agi that war will be late. I'm waiting for a guy to finish an awsome monster. So instead I will tell the story on how I met my son.

I was still in Germany, and was working for the DTP (basicly a daycare for teenagers). Earlier this year, a kid (my son, but he was a stranger at the time) was entered into my class. I worked with teens between 10 and 16. Some were TBs, and others were put in by their moms. My class was special, I had recently got promoted from the baby sector ( witch was a day care) to the teens. I couldn't find a reason that his mom put him in. Untill he came up to me and told me to follow him. He brought me into the bathroom and closed the door. He then started getting undressed so I looked away, and thats when I herd a crinkle. I looked to see 2 things that shoked me the most. 1, he was wearing adiaper. 2, he was covered in bruises. I knew what was going on, and usually I had to call child servaces and then leave it at that. Bbut he told me something that is to this day the sadest thing I had ever heard. He said that he wets his bed at night because he has dreams about his mom hitting him, and that she would make him wear a nappy all day, treat him like a babby, and beat him some more. So I quit my job and took his mom to court so that I could take custody of him. Sadly, he had to tell his story and broke down on the witness stand. The judge was nice enough to let me stand next to him.and comfort him. I took him out to eat whear ever he wanted, he chose Mc.Donalds. I let him sleep in my bed while I made a room for him. He woke up the next morning, crying because he had wet the bed again. I sat down on the bed and put my arm around him. He flenched a bit, but then he hugged me as tightly as possible. I put one hand on his back and one hand on the back of his head. I told him to stay here while I went to get him some underwear. I got 3 different sizes because I didn't know what would fit him. I showed him where the shower was, he asked me if I could help him with the nappy, It was a bit uncomfortable but any thing for my son. I changed the sheets while he got ready. I let him stay at the house and watch TV while I went to the store and got him some clean cloths. I took off of work (I had 2 jobs still) so that we could get him some stuff for his room. When I came back, he was ex treamly sad. I told him it was OK that he wet the bed, but he said that wasn't it. He said that he actually missed haveing a passifer to suck on. He asked me if it was weird and I told him that its normal and I told him what TBs were. So I ordered one online and took him shopping. We went to places that you probably haven't heard of.

I have also decide that I will continue to. Tell this story of me and my son when I'm not writing War.

And off we drove. North to her house. I leaned over to her and siad "I got the need, the need for speed."

"We'll have to try to find a gass station somewhere," Annabelle said, "we only have half a tank. Theirs a cross bow in the back, just in case."

I nodded and kept driving. We surprisingly found a pump not to far away. I got out of the car to see figure. Move in the corner of my eye. "Wowwowowow, hold on a sec." I ordered. "Hand me the crossbow." She did as she was told .I then saw the figure apear behind a rock. "Put your hands whaer I can see them." I barked. It came closer. "This is your last warning!" It came even closer. "Sorry stevie" I wispered. I fired a bolt into it's head. "Quick, fill up the tank!" I kept look out for any more of those things. "I don't think that thing was human."

We finaly finished and headed out. And thank fully, her house wasn't far. It was all gone except for the basement. We went on down to find a man and a baby in the corner. "You're alright!" Said Annabelle as she ran to the man, witch i guessed was her husband.

"Stay back," the man said.

"But..."

" I said stay back!" The man barked. And with that he started to trans form.

So, I'm sorry to those who read War. Small delay. But I've decided to put the end up to vote. Dont worry, I'll put down both endings. But the vote is, does the brother die or live. Don't think about it now, but either way someones going to die. Sad ending. :( but It'll be awhile befor then. Once again, I'll put any monsters in the story. But heads up, they'll get their butt kiked. A new character will be introduced in the next CH. And He Is Awesome. A little kid will also be introduced.

"I don't need help, You'll end up getting in my way," I replied

This woman was thin, had a black sweatshirt, gas mask, black ponytail, and Kakys. "Arachna right? Well, I wasn't asking, you don't have a choice." She grabed a 9mm and a knife.

"Fine, but keep up." I started up the stairs. She stumbled after me.

"Hey, wait up!"

I felt colder with every step, and when I reached the top, I couldn't believe my eyes. The whole building was gone, their were only 10 or 15 trees left in sight. The ground was grey, the sky was clear except for the radiation. "So I didn't catch your name," I said.

" Annabelle, like Edgar Allin Poe."

"I hope your in this for the long haule, because were going therw every town. There hase to be more survivors."

"My house isnt far from hear,"she told me, "lets go their first."

"Did you have a family?"

"Yea, you?"

"Never, but lets head out, we need to find food. Did you eat breakfist?"

"Thankfully, but hold on and let me see some thing." She got on her hands and Knees. She found a little crack. "Little help?" I grabed the crack and pulled to find out that under neath our feet was a car, this whole time. And I didn't even Know. We got in to find out that the keys are in the glove compartment, and not only was this a car, but it was a Farrari! "Oooh yea!" I cominted. "Awsome."

What! Seal team 6 was our only hope!

See heers how the nuke works, You launch it and half way to the target it splits into 5 parts to that the whole country is covered, in the bomb is threeatoms witch split on impact. But what they didn't know was that if the 5 explosions connect then the radiation will make its own explosion witch will spread radiation threw out the world.

I was escorted under ground whear food, water, and gas masks were stored. I put on a mask and waited. People were crying and snuggling a pic of their familys. I didn"t have mutch of a family, then I started to think about my brother.

Thats when the bang came. Let me tell you some thing, every one says they arn't afraid to die untill they stare into the face of the reaper. That was when It all started. The military all pointed guns to our heads. I grabed the pistol out of the pokcet of the soldier behind me and shoot him. I took his assault rifle, I went around the room shooting the soldiers before they could kill the men in front of them. I told them all to get into the middle of them as I looted the soldiers and gawe them all a gun with a clip of rounds. I took a SCAR-H, a
Desert Eagle .50, a Boi Knife, and the remaining ammunition. I knew some how that their were survivors. I was the only one that Had a living brother out their, they had to have protected him, he was a kernel. He could be the key to our survival.

I told everyone The plan, and that was when I heard some thing that shoked me. A femail voice said," I'll go to."

Do you Know what its like to lose everyone you know and love? To hold a gun up to your head, contemplating weather or not to pull the trigger? To miss the ones you hate most? All I really want is to leave this hell hole. Let me tell you why.


CHAPTER 1


I woke up one morning to my every day schedule, eat breakfast, get dressed, go to work. I work for an intelligence agency. North Korea has been building a nuke and they want 600 million dollars or they will destry America. But we sent in Seal team 6 to deactivate it. I wasn't worried, for all I cared, They could destroy the world, I hated my life. I went into the lab to hear the panic siren going off. A man ran to me and said "Seal Team 6 failed!"

Well, Im moveing to America for a while and mabey get some inspiration, Also I'll be posting my storys here, in my Jurnals. You'll all have a blast reading my story named War. Its about the Apocalypse, Its still under construction, but hopefully It will be done soon. A man named Arachna is the main Character. Lots of fight scenes. The best part is the end. Be warned, lots of violence, blood, and gore. It is a fun book to write and of course their are true facts in it. Like every torture device in it was used during the Spanish Inquesision. I hope You"ll like it.

I proposed to my GF just now, I found out that she was seeing some one else. I haven't broken down yet because Im in front of my son. So Im on my way to the DTP. I work in the AB sector. Maby taking care of them will help. If any one ever reads my stuff, I just want to say Thanks. I hope I can find another girl I love.

I'm single,live with my 10 year old step son, and Im think ing of proposing to a girl that I'v dated 4 a long time. I work at a DTP (diciplintation program.) And I had a bad child hood. I'm also handi cap (I only have one arm). I Used to box with a specile arm. But recently quit because I adopted my 10 year old son. Family comes first.