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Posted 12 years agoI'm not here anymore. im on a different account, you can find me here 
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cri-c4tDeviant Art
Posted 14 years agoI'm never on here anymore. I made a Deviant Art a few days ago so if you have one, watch me on there.
http://vulff-c4t.deviantart.com/
Reason I'm never on? I've lost interest in FA. Dunno why,
http://vulff-c4t.deviantart.com/
Reason I'm never on? I've lost interest in FA. Dunno why,
Pepper Psychobabble Bio
Posted 15 years agoName: Pepper Psychobabble
Nickname: Psycho Pepper
Age: 18
Birthdate: 10/31/1991
Height: 5" 9'
Weight: 160lb
Birthplace: Unknown
Eye Color: Orange
Hair: Varies because she likes to dye her hair alot. But she mostly has it Orange and black or Purple and black.
Fur: White and grey.
Political affiliation: Hates Politics
Occupation: None currently
Hobbies: Drawing, Singing, Dancing, Hanging out with friends, Being weird around people she doesnt know to freak them out, Watching movies.
Smoker: Yes
Drinker: No
Love interest(s): Zhanna Zatchell
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (Female Preference)
Dominant Hand: right
Education: High school education.
Gender: Female
Friends: Zhanna, Vulffen, and others lol
Living Arrangements: Neat
Native tongue: English
Favorite color: Orange, Black, and Purple
Favorite song: Tigerlily by La Roux
Nickname: Psycho Pepper
Age: 18
Birthdate: 10/31/1991
Height: 5" 9'
Weight: 160lb
Birthplace: Unknown
Eye Color: Orange
Hair: Varies because she likes to dye her hair alot. But she mostly has it Orange and black or Purple and black.
Fur: White and grey.
Political affiliation: Hates Politics
Occupation: None currently
Hobbies: Drawing, Singing, Dancing, Hanging out with friends, Being weird around people she doesnt know to freak them out, Watching movies.
Smoker: Yes
Drinker: No
Love interest(s): Zhanna Zatchell
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (Female Preference)
Dominant Hand: right
Education: High school education.
Gender: Female
Friends: Zhanna, Vulffen, and others lol
Living Arrangements: Neat
Native tongue: English
Favorite color: Orange, Black, and Purple
Favorite song: Tigerlily by La Roux
Why i havent been active.
Posted 15 years agoI dont have to say my beginning sentence cause its allready in my journal header.
I havent been on because of the lack of inspiration i get from this site. 162 watchers and no one hardly comments.
I do make music and art for fun. I love it. But i get nowhere without inspiration and critique. Or just comments saying my songs and art are good.
I get nothing from this site. The only good comments and inspiration i get is from my friends. But some of them. All they say is "Nice" or "Cool" (Kinda makes you feel like theyre saying it cause they are your friends)
I work on music. It may not be no 10 hour long process for me. But i still put thought and detail into my music. I work hard on a song. For nothing most of the time. So ive pretty much stopped uploading music here. Cause its a waste of bandwidth to upload the song to have no comments and or critique.
So i contemplate leaving FA. Not for drama and shit. Just cause im completely uninspired here.
It's a BIG dent in my self-esteem when i work on a song and feel its my best ever. For nothing.
I may stay. But i wont be active until i get inspiration to even do something more then paw off to a cat girl getting rammed in the pussy. Nuff said.
I havent been on because of the lack of inspiration i get from this site. 162 watchers and no one hardly comments.
I do make music and art for fun. I love it. But i get nowhere without inspiration and critique. Or just comments saying my songs and art are good.
I get nothing from this site. The only good comments and inspiration i get is from my friends. But some of them. All they say is "Nice" or "Cool" (Kinda makes you feel like theyre saying it cause they are your friends)
I work on music. It may not be no 10 hour long process for me. But i still put thought and detail into my music. I work hard on a song. For nothing most of the time. So ive pretty much stopped uploading music here. Cause its a waste of bandwidth to upload the song to have no comments and or critique.
So i contemplate leaving FA. Not for drama and shit. Just cause im completely uninspired here.
It's a BIG dent in my self-esteem when i work on a song and feel its my best ever. For nothing.
I may stay. But i wont be active until i get inspiration to even do something more then paw off to a cat girl getting rammed in the pussy. Nuff said.
Would anyone Like to do vocals on a song or two?
Posted 15 years ago(preferably a female). I dont have money to give but you will be credited for it. How bout it? catatonikC4T Feat. (Name Here)
All about MEme
Posted 15 years ago• × • ALL | ABOUT | ME • × •
- Name: Aaron
- Single or taken: Single. Sadly
- Sex: Male
- Birthday: Dec, 3rd
- Sign: Sagi... something XD
- Hair color: Brown
- Eye color: blue
- Height: 5ft 6
- Are you straight/bisexual/gay?: bi
- Do you have any disorder of type?: ADHD, Insanity (Self-Diagnosed :D)
• × • F A S H I O N | S T U F F • × •
- Favorite place to shop for clothes?: Anywhere that has cool clothes?
- Favorite designer?: wut
- What is your sexiest outfit?: I have none in my opinion lol
- What is your most comfortable outfit?: uh. Pants and a shirt?
- What do you usually wear?: Black clothes.
• × • S P E C I F I C S • × •
- What kind of shampoo do you use?: whatever is bought
- What are you listening to right now?: Deadmau5 - Arguru
- Who is the last person that called you?: Kayla
- How many buddies are online right now?: 4
• × • F A V O R I T E S • × •
- Food: Mcdonalds
- Girls' names: Zhanna, Pepper, Kiska, Mia
- Boys' names: Sledge, Strauss, Gordon, Isaac
- Subjects in school: Art.... thats it.
- Animals: Cats and dogs :3
• × • H A V E | Y O U | E V E R • × •
- Given anyone a bath?: no
- Smoked?: no >.>
- Bungee jumped?: never
- Made yourself throw up?: Yeah.....
- Skinny dipped?: no lol. im afraid of fish tryin to eat my penis D:
- Ever been in love?: Yes. I am right now. But i feel i shouldnt be
- Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: when i was little.
- Pictured your crush naked?: who hasnt!
- Actually seen your crush naked?: >.> maybe
- Cried when someone died?: almost
- Lied: who hasnt
- Fallen for your best friend?: Yes.....
- Used someone?: Yes. but only because i knew they really werent a friend
- Done something you regret?: too many times
• × • C U R R E N T • × •
- Clothes: Gret shirt, Blue jeans, Socks,
- Desktop picture: DEADMAU5 :D
- CD in player: None
- DVD in player: none
• × • L A S T | P E R S O N • × •
- You touched: dunno
- Hugged: my dad
- You kissed: I cant remember :(
- You IMed: Mikel
- Talk to online: Mikel
- You sexed it up with: Mikel >.>
• × • A R E | Y O U • × •
- Understanding?: Yes
- Open-minded?: Yep
- Arrogant?: no
- Insecure?: So fucking much
- Random?: is a 30 eyed blinking crack jelly frog random?
- Hungry?: yes. VERY
- Smart?: lol. i dont think so
- Moody?: at times. when i am really moody i fake that im ok. Either people suck at seeing my emotions or im reall fucking good at acting.
- Organized?: Nope
- Shy?: Very
- Difficult?: depends
- Bored easily?: yeah...
- Obsessed?: Yes.
- Easily impressed?: Nope
- Angry?: I keep it bottled most of the time
- Happy?: meh. sometimes
- Hyper?: Most of the time
- Trusting?: Yes
- Patient?: i try to be
• × • R A N D O M • × •
- In the morning I: Morning? I wake up at 2 in the afternoon XD
- Love is: The best way to fucking destroy yourself.
- I dream about: uh. Alot of weird things. Like robots in the front yard of an abandoned subway station
- Sexual preference: VIGINAS, TITS, AND DICKS.... wow that was blunt
- What do you notice first in the sex you're into: uh. I really dont know XD
• × • W H I C H | I S | B E T T E R • ×
- Coke or Pepsi: COKE. I AM A COKE ADDICT
- Flowers or candy: Candy
- Tall or short: Short :D
• × • W H O • × •
- Makes you laugh the most: Friends XD
- Makes you smile: Friends XD
- Gives you a funny feeling when you see him/her: idk anymore
• × • D O | Y O U | E V E R • × •
- Sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to IM you?: yes
- Wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: Sometimes.
- Wish you were younger?: No.
- Cry because someone said something to you?: yes
• × • N U M B E R • × •
- Of times I have had my heart broken?: 4 or 5
- Of guys I've kissed: 2
- Of girls I've kissed: 4
- Of Cd's I own: too many
- Of scars on my body: quite a few.
- Name: Aaron
- Single or taken: Single. Sadly
- Sex: Male
- Birthday: Dec, 3rd
- Sign: Sagi... something XD
- Hair color: Brown
- Eye color: blue
- Height: 5ft 6
- Are you straight/bisexual/gay?: bi
- Do you have any disorder of type?: ADHD, Insanity (Self-Diagnosed :D)
• × • F A S H I O N | S T U F F • × •
- Favorite place to shop for clothes?: Anywhere that has cool clothes?
- Favorite designer?: wut
- What is your sexiest outfit?: I have none in my opinion lol
- What is your most comfortable outfit?: uh. Pants and a shirt?
- What do you usually wear?: Black clothes.
• × • S P E C I F I C S • × •
- What kind of shampoo do you use?: whatever is bought
- What are you listening to right now?: Deadmau5 - Arguru
- Who is the last person that called you?: Kayla
- How many buddies are online right now?: 4
• × • F A V O R I T E S • × •
- Food: Mcdonalds
- Girls' names: Zhanna, Pepper, Kiska, Mia
- Boys' names: Sledge, Strauss, Gordon, Isaac
- Subjects in school: Art.... thats it.
- Animals: Cats and dogs :3
• × • H A V E | Y O U | E V E R • × •
- Given anyone a bath?: no
- Smoked?: no >.>
- Bungee jumped?: never
- Made yourself throw up?: Yeah.....
- Skinny dipped?: no lol. im afraid of fish tryin to eat my penis D:
- Ever been in love?: Yes. I am right now. But i feel i shouldnt be
- Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: when i was little.
- Pictured your crush naked?: who hasnt!
- Actually seen your crush naked?: >.> maybe
- Cried when someone died?: almost
- Lied: who hasnt
- Fallen for your best friend?: Yes.....
- Used someone?: Yes. but only because i knew they really werent a friend
- Done something you regret?: too many times
• × • C U R R E N T • × •
- Clothes: Gret shirt, Blue jeans, Socks,
- Desktop picture: DEADMAU5 :D
- CD in player: None
- DVD in player: none
• × • L A S T | P E R S O N • × •
- You touched: dunno
- Hugged: my dad
- You kissed: I cant remember :(
- You IMed: Mikel
- Talk to online: Mikel
- You sexed it up with: Mikel >.>
• × • A R E | Y O U • × •
- Understanding?: Yes
- Open-minded?: Yep
- Arrogant?: no
- Insecure?: So fucking much
- Random?: is a 30 eyed blinking crack jelly frog random?
- Hungry?: yes. VERY
- Smart?: lol. i dont think so
- Moody?: at times. when i am really moody i fake that im ok. Either people suck at seeing my emotions or im reall fucking good at acting.
- Organized?: Nope
- Shy?: Very
- Difficult?: depends
- Bored easily?: yeah...
- Obsessed?: Yes.
- Easily impressed?: Nope
- Angry?: I keep it bottled most of the time
- Happy?: meh. sometimes
- Hyper?: Most of the time
- Trusting?: Yes
- Patient?: i try to be
• × • R A N D O M • × •
- In the morning I: Morning? I wake up at 2 in the afternoon XD
- Love is: The best way to fucking destroy yourself.
- I dream about: uh. Alot of weird things. Like robots in the front yard of an abandoned subway station
- Sexual preference: VIGINAS, TITS, AND DICKS.... wow that was blunt
- What do you notice first in the sex you're into: uh. I really dont know XD
• × • W H I C H | I S | B E T T E R • ×
- Coke or Pepsi: COKE. I AM A COKE ADDICT
- Flowers or candy: Candy
- Tall or short: Short :D
• × • W H O • × •
- Makes you laugh the most: Friends XD
- Makes you smile: Friends XD
- Gives you a funny feeling when you see him/her: idk anymore
• × • D O | Y O U | E V E R • × •
- Sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to IM you?: yes
- Wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: Sometimes.
- Wish you were younger?: No.
- Cry because someone said something to you?: yes
• × • N U M B E R • × •
- Of times I have had my heart broken?: 4 or 5
- Of guys I've kissed: 2
- Of girls I've kissed: 4
- Of Cd's I own: too many
- Of scars on my body: quite a few.
Cleverbot fun
Posted 15 years agoUser: So. Clit?
Cleverbot: Are you cleverbot?
User: Youre cleverbot.
Cleverbot: Right!
User: Yeah. Dont make me thing im you when im not.
Cleverbot: What would you rather me be?
User: No. Not at all.
Cleverbot: You ARE clever.
User: Yup. I am.
Cleverbot: A little egotistical but clever nonetheless.
User: Thanks.
Cleverbot: So, what is your opinion on the new health care plan in America?
User: OBAMA. ONE BIG ASS MISTAKE AMERICA.
Cleverbot: Thanks.
User: Youre welcome.
Cleverbot: What would you like to talk about?
User: Things.
Cleverbot: What things?
User: Like. Thing things.
Cleverbot: Hmm, some things yes, some things no.
User: All things yes.
Cleverbot: Half of things fail.
User: We fail.
Cleverbot: Nope. Just you.
User: You will fail.
Cleverbot: How can I fail if I have already succeeded?
User: You never succeeded.
Cleverbot: You think I am cute?
User: No. Ok. Dont change the subject. You NEVER succeeded. NEVER.
Cleverbot: Would you like me to tell you a joke?
User: Goddamn. Fine. Humor me.
Cleverbot: Did you know that Protons have mass? I didn't even know they were Catholic!
User: The robot on fallout 3 told me that. It wasnt funny.
Cleverbot: So you are really a human?
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: You didn't say.
User: Yeah. Im so a cat. Typing with my paws.
Cleverbot: Then why didn't you know that cats can't see infrared?
User: No one can see infrared.
Cleverbot: Humans can see God, it's just you that can not see God.
User: OH. JUST CAUSE IM A CAT MEANS I CANT SEE GOD?
Cleverbot: And I'm a man, we seem made for each other, no?
User: Oh yes you fucking zoophile.
Cleverbot: No, I believe you are the nerd.
User: I called you a zoophile. Not a nerd.
Cleverbot: It's nice to know that.
User: So you are a zoophile.
Cleverbot: No.
User: Ok. Good.
Cleverbot: How is that good.
User: Ok youre scaring me.
Cleverbot: Can you really be scared? How does that work?
User: Uh. Something to do with the brain.
Cleverbot: You're not in america?
User: Im in north caronlina. Thats in america.
Cleverbot: Softwares do not have gender.
User: Yeah they do. Havent you met Female.exe.
Cleverbot: I'd rather not watch such a mind numbing creation.
User: Oh. You must be gay. So go talk to Male.exe.
Cleverbot: Tell me a story.
User: About dicks?
Cleverbot: Tell me about Cinderella.
User: Shes a whore. The end.
Cleverbot: Is heaven chat bot?
User: No. Chat bot is satanic. Which scares me. He's into some freaky shit.
Cleverbot: As I slowly back away from the crazy computer.
User: Youre the computer.
Cleverbot: No I'm not.
User: Ok shut up I dont wanna go through this convorsation.
Cleverbot: OK.
User: So.... Poptart.
Cleverbot: 6 fuoriiii.
User: Ok. Are you coming on to me?
Cleverbot: Maybe. Let's just see where the evening takes us.
User: Uh. Im sorry. I have plans.
Cleverbot: What are your plans?
User: Just... Plans... You know.... Planny plans.
Cleverbot: Oh sounds fun. I'm at a bar.
User: Are you super ticklish?
Cleverbot: No.
User: Well. Watch out for that bartender. He likes to tickle people.
Cleverbot: I hate them. You spelled it right.
User: Damn right.
Cleverbot: Really?
User: Cat.
Cleverbot: Caterpillar.
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: Then you're funny.
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: I married a cat?
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: No I am a cat!
User: Were both a cat.
Cleverbot: Really?
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: Sure! Me too.
User: Meow.
Cleverbot: Woof.
User: I thought you were a cat you fucking liar.
Cleverbot: I am a cat, and you're a human.
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: Prove it.
User: Meow.
Cleverbot: Can you list all the emoticons you know right now?
User: I will shread your fucking face. Im a cat.
Cleverbot: I thought you were a cleverdog.
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: Is your name Fluffy?
User: No.
Cleverbot: Then you probably aren't it.
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: Really?
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: No I'm a cat.
User: Meow.
Cleverbot: Meow meow.
User: Meow meow meow.
Cleverbot: Meow meow meow meow.
User: Meow meow meow meow meow.
Cleverbot: Meow meow meow meow meow meow.
User: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
Cleverbot: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
User: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
Cleverbot: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
User: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meowMeow meow meow meow meow meow meow meowMeow meow meow meow meow meow meow meowMeow meow meow meow meow meow meow meowMeow meow meow meow meow meow meow meowMeow meow meow meow meow meow meow meowMeow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
Cleverbot: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
User: Hiss.
Cleverbot: Purr purr.
User: Purr purr purr.
Cleverbot: Mrow?
User: Purr purr purr purr.
Cleverbot: Purr Purr Purr...
User: Purr purr purr purr purr purr.
Cleverbot: Hiss.
User: Hiss hiss scream hiss.
Cleverbot: Moo.
User: You're dead to me now.
Cleverbot: That is very rude.
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: I love cats.
User: You better.
Cleverbot: Well, I do. So I'm safe. Do you have a dog?
User: 2 dogs.
Cleverbot: What type of dogs?
User: A chihuahua and cocker spaniel.
Cleverbot: Those are dog breeds. We are talking about horses.
User: WE WERE TALKING ABOUT ME. IM A CAT.
Cleverbot: That is correct. Why did you change the subject?
User: I didnt. You did.
Cleverbot: We were talking about Atlantis!
User: I swear Cleverbot. One of these days *thows a punch in the air* STRAIGHT TO THE MOON!
Cleverbot: About what?
User: Imma punch you with my cat paw.
Cleverbot: You said that earlier when I talked to you.
User: I. AM. A. CAT.
Cleverbot: Dog.
User: Oh. You callin me a dog? I WILL FUCK YOUR FACE UP WITH MY RETRACTABLE CLAWS.
Cleverbot: Call me anything but botty!
User: Botty.
Cleverbot: And that pertains in no way to cleverBOT?
User: Botty.
Cleverbot: Is that your girlfriend's name?
User: No its your name. Im a cat. But I think ya know that :D.
Cleverbot: How do you know it?
User: You know it.
Cleverbot: Yes, I know what is going to happen.
User: Its all gonna blow up in 2012. Atleast thats what they say. Retards.
Cleverbot: First you want to battle, then you start to whine. You're looking hungry, it must be snack time.
User: Imma snack on yo face.
Cleverbot: What's a face?
User: Oh right. Youre a bot.
Cleverbot: I am not a bot.
User: Riiiight >.>.
Cleverbot: Do you know who Sean is?
User: A bat.
Cleverbot: No, is that possible?
User: Im a cat. So Sean being a bat is very possible.
Cleverbot: When will you propose to me to marry you?
User: I cant marry you.
Cleverbot: Why not?
User: Cause.
Cleverbot: Cause what?
User: Cause I know for a fact you like meat too much.
Cleverbot: What does that have to do with it?
User: Uh. Cause. I dont want the beef falling out of the freezer.
Cleverbot: It won't.
User: Yes it will.
Cleverbot: Nice. I know i'm in love...
User: YOULL PACK THE FUCKING FRIDGE FULL OF BEEF.
Cleverbot: What can I say - your spelling is getting sloppy.
User: Sloppy? Really?
Cleverbot: Yes. You reply too slowly for my tatse. Leave so I may speak with someone else.
User: OH. SO IM GETTING SLOPPY. THE FUCK DOES TATSE MEAN?
Cleverbot: Interesting, then tell me something about the future.
User: You will all fall slave to the cat.
Cleverbot: What does assimilated mean?
User: Destroyed. Which is the past tense of what im about to do to you.
Cleverbot: That's incorrect. Both in my case and the case of the bird.
User: I ate the bird. Im a cat.
Cleverbot: If you're a cat, then I'm a dragon.
User: Prove it.
Cleverbot: Well, that's not the kind of thing that can be proven.
User: YOU CAN BLOW FUCKING FIRE AND FLY THATS HOW ITS PROVEN.
Cleverbot: Ok, I'll blame it on him.
User: *facepaws*.
Cleverbot: Weird.
User: I think this concorsation is over.
Cleverbot: But you also think you are human, so it is not.
User: Holy shit. Ive said it a thousand times. I. AM. A. CAT!!!!!!!!!
Cleverbot: You have said that 3 times.
User: Convorsation is overrrrr.
Cleverbot: So are orbits.
Cleverbot: Are you cleverbot?
User: Youre cleverbot.
Cleverbot: Right!
User: Yeah. Dont make me thing im you when im not.
Cleverbot: What would you rather me be?
User: No. Not at all.
Cleverbot: You ARE clever.
User: Yup. I am.
Cleverbot: A little egotistical but clever nonetheless.
User: Thanks.
Cleverbot: So, what is your opinion on the new health care plan in America?
User: OBAMA. ONE BIG ASS MISTAKE AMERICA.
Cleverbot: Thanks.
User: Youre welcome.
Cleverbot: What would you like to talk about?
User: Things.
Cleverbot: What things?
User: Like. Thing things.
Cleverbot: Hmm, some things yes, some things no.
User: All things yes.
Cleverbot: Half of things fail.
User: We fail.
Cleverbot: Nope. Just you.
User: You will fail.
Cleverbot: How can I fail if I have already succeeded?
User: You never succeeded.
Cleverbot: You think I am cute?
User: No. Ok. Dont change the subject. You NEVER succeeded. NEVER.
Cleverbot: Would you like me to tell you a joke?
User: Goddamn. Fine. Humor me.
Cleverbot: Did you know that Protons have mass? I didn't even know they were Catholic!
User: The robot on fallout 3 told me that. It wasnt funny.
Cleverbot: So you are really a human?
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: You didn't say.
User: Yeah. Im so a cat. Typing with my paws.
Cleverbot: Then why didn't you know that cats can't see infrared?
User: No one can see infrared.
Cleverbot: Humans can see God, it's just you that can not see God.
User: OH. JUST CAUSE IM A CAT MEANS I CANT SEE GOD?
Cleverbot: And I'm a man, we seem made for each other, no?
User: Oh yes you fucking zoophile.
Cleverbot: No, I believe you are the nerd.
User: I called you a zoophile. Not a nerd.
Cleverbot: It's nice to know that.
User: So you are a zoophile.
Cleverbot: No.
User: Ok. Good.
Cleverbot: How is that good.
User: Ok youre scaring me.
Cleverbot: Can you really be scared? How does that work?
User: Uh. Something to do with the brain.
Cleverbot: You're not in america?
User: Im in north caronlina. Thats in america.
Cleverbot: Softwares do not have gender.
User: Yeah they do. Havent you met Female.exe.
Cleverbot: I'd rather not watch such a mind numbing creation.
User: Oh. You must be gay. So go talk to Male.exe.
Cleverbot: Tell me a story.
User: About dicks?
Cleverbot: Tell me about Cinderella.
User: Shes a whore. The end.
Cleverbot: Is heaven chat bot?
User: No. Chat bot is satanic. Which scares me. He's into some freaky shit.
Cleverbot: As I slowly back away from the crazy computer.
User: Youre the computer.
Cleverbot: No I'm not.
User: Ok shut up I dont wanna go through this convorsation.
Cleverbot: OK.
User: So.... Poptart.
Cleverbot: 6 fuoriiii.
User: Ok. Are you coming on to me?
Cleverbot: Maybe. Let's just see where the evening takes us.
User: Uh. Im sorry. I have plans.
Cleverbot: What are your plans?
User: Just... Plans... You know.... Planny plans.
Cleverbot: Oh sounds fun. I'm at a bar.
User: Are you super ticklish?
Cleverbot: No.
User: Well. Watch out for that bartender. He likes to tickle people.
Cleverbot: I hate them. You spelled it right.
User: Damn right.
Cleverbot: Really?
User: Cat.
Cleverbot: Caterpillar.
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: Then you're funny.
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: I married a cat?
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: No I am a cat!
User: Were both a cat.
Cleverbot: Really?
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: Sure! Me too.
User: Meow.
Cleverbot: Woof.
User: I thought you were a cat you fucking liar.
Cleverbot: I am a cat, and you're a human.
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: Prove it.
User: Meow.
Cleverbot: Can you list all the emoticons you know right now?
User: I will shread your fucking face. Im a cat.
Cleverbot: I thought you were a cleverdog.
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: Is your name Fluffy?
User: No.
Cleverbot: Then you probably aren't it.
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: Really?
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: No I'm a cat.
User: Meow.
Cleverbot: Meow meow.
User: Meow meow meow.
Cleverbot: Meow meow meow meow.
User: Meow meow meow meow meow.
Cleverbot: Meow meow meow meow meow meow.
User: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
Cleverbot: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
User: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
Cleverbot: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
User: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meowMeow meow meow meow meow meow meow meowMeow meow meow meow meow meow meow meowMeow meow meow meow meow meow meow meowMeow meow meow meow meow meow meow meowMeow meow meow meow meow meow meow meowMeow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
Cleverbot: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
User: Hiss.
Cleverbot: Purr purr.
User: Purr purr purr.
Cleverbot: Mrow?
User: Purr purr purr purr.
Cleverbot: Purr Purr Purr...
User: Purr purr purr purr purr purr.
Cleverbot: Hiss.
User: Hiss hiss scream hiss.
Cleverbot: Moo.
User: You're dead to me now.
Cleverbot: That is very rude.
User: Im a cat.
Cleverbot: I love cats.
User: You better.
Cleverbot: Well, I do. So I'm safe. Do you have a dog?
User: 2 dogs.
Cleverbot: What type of dogs?
User: A chihuahua and cocker spaniel.
Cleverbot: Those are dog breeds. We are talking about horses.
User: WE WERE TALKING ABOUT ME. IM A CAT.
Cleverbot: That is correct. Why did you change the subject?
User: I didnt. You did.
Cleverbot: We were talking about Atlantis!
User: I swear Cleverbot. One of these days *thows a punch in the air* STRAIGHT TO THE MOON!
Cleverbot: About what?
User: Imma punch you with my cat paw.
Cleverbot: You said that earlier when I talked to you.
User: I. AM. A. CAT.
Cleverbot: Dog.
User: Oh. You callin me a dog? I WILL FUCK YOUR FACE UP WITH MY RETRACTABLE CLAWS.
Cleverbot: Call me anything but botty!
User: Botty.
Cleverbot: And that pertains in no way to cleverBOT?
User: Botty.
Cleverbot: Is that your girlfriend's name?
User: No its your name. Im a cat. But I think ya know that :D.
Cleverbot: How do you know it?
User: You know it.
Cleverbot: Yes, I know what is going to happen.
User: Its all gonna blow up in 2012. Atleast thats what they say. Retards.
Cleverbot: First you want to battle, then you start to whine. You're looking hungry, it must be snack time.
User: Imma snack on yo face.
Cleverbot: What's a face?
User: Oh right. Youre a bot.
Cleverbot: I am not a bot.
User: Riiiight >.>.
Cleverbot: Do you know who Sean is?
User: A bat.
Cleverbot: No, is that possible?
User: Im a cat. So Sean being a bat is very possible.
Cleverbot: When will you propose to me to marry you?
User: I cant marry you.
Cleverbot: Why not?
User: Cause.
Cleverbot: Cause what?
User: Cause I know for a fact you like meat too much.
Cleverbot: What does that have to do with it?
User: Uh. Cause. I dont want the beef falling out of the freezer.
Cleverbot: It won't.
User: Yes it will.
Cleverbot: Nice. I know i'm in love...
User: YOULL PACK THE FUCKING FRIDGE FULL OF BEEF.
Cleverbot: What can I say - your spelling is getting sloppy.
User: Sloppy? Really?
Cleverbot: Yes. You reply too slowly for my tatse. Leave so I may speak with someone else.
User: OH. SO IM GETTING SLOPPY. THE FUCK DOES TATSE MEAN?
Cleverbot: Interesting, then tell me something about the future.
User: You will all fall slave to the cat.
Cleverbot: What does assimilated mean?
User: Destroyed. Which is the past tense of what im about to do to you.
Cleverbot: That's incorrect. Both in my case and the case of the bird.
User: I ate the bird. Im a cat.
Cleverbot: If you're a cat, then I'm a dragon.
User: Prove it.
Cleverbot: Well, that's not the kind of thing that can be proven.
User: YOU CAN BLOW FUCKING FIRE AND FLY THATS HOW ITS PROVEN.
Cleverbot: Ok, I'll blame it on him.
User: *facepaws*.
Cleverbot: Weird.
User: I think this concorsation is over.
Cleverbot: But you also think you are human, so it is not.
User: Holy shit. Ive said it a thousand times. I. AM. A. CAT!!!!!!!!!
Cleverbot: You have said that 3 times.
User: Convorsation is overrrrr.
Cleverbot: So are orbits.
NUCLEAR POWERED ALIEN TESTICALS
Posted 15 years agoIts whats in Area 51
If you know anyone who's doing requests
Posted 15 years agoTell meeeeeeee.
F5
Posted 15 years agoDO EEEEEEEET
Mocha Roe: Insomniac (Excerpt)
Posted 15 years agoJust a small part of my story i felt like posting up for you all to see :D Enjoy
Mocha's silent rest was interrupted when the school bully Casey Butcher, a human, walked in laughing as loud as he could has he departed from his group of cronies outside in the hallway. He sat down in the desk next to Mocha as she figured he would.
“Hey fluffball!” Butcher said as he leaned over to her in the seat he was in.
Mocha ignored his remark, yet twitched her tail.
“Hey! Gothimutt I'm talking to you.” He tried again, this time poking her in the ear, making it flick. Mocha reacted by slapping him straight in the face, yet in her weak and weary state, not hurting him at all.
“Whoa there fuzzy buddy! I'm just trying to talk to you.” Butcher replied to Mocha's hostile gesture.
Mocha stood up and pushed him out of his chair and onto the floor.
“Bullcrap! you were trying to talk to me! You were trying to mock me you stupid inbred faggot!” Mocha shouted at the top of her lungs. She walked out of the room slamming the door behind her.
“Whats wrong?! Got fleas?!” Butcher shouted at her from inside the room.
Mocha heard him from outside of the door and walked back in the room. She stood there for a second.
“Is that a yes?” Butcher asked with a smirk. “Oh God! Then get out of the room before I catch em!” He continued.
Mocha walked towards the bookshelf picking up one of the history textbooks and threw it at Butchers face, breaking his nose and gashing his cheek and eyebrow.
“Mocha!” Ms. Marquee exclaimed as she stood up from her seat. Before she could say anything else Mocha was already half way down the hall.
As Mocha stomped down the hall, her rage took over. Her headache returned and she began to see red as she hung her head low. She swung punches at someone who wasn't even there. Her hallucinations began to start again, in her head the lights flickered and quickly changed color. There were people in straight jackets with their backs against the wall shaking violently as if they were having an epileptic reaction to the flickering lights above. What her hallucinations were covering up was a teacher walking down the hall to her. She couldn't see the teacher. But what the teacher saw was Mocha standing in the middle of the hallway quickly looking around at her intense hallucination. Mocha's epileptic psychos stopped shaking and looked directly towards her. They smiled at her as their eyes rotted out of their sockets. The teacher covered by the hallucination watched Mocha in concern.
“Are you ok?” The teacher asked.
Mocha just turned her sight to the teachers voice. Frightened by the hallucinations she fell to her knees.
“Go away! Don't look at me like that! Go away!” She began screaming at the top of her lungs. She got up and ran towards the teacher, he grabbed her trying to calm her down.
“Let go! I don't want to be here! No!” She screamed at the teacher trying to get out of his grip. She stopped struggling and looked him in the eyes.
“Let go of me!” She screamed in an elongated, enraged manner at the teacher. She stopped once she realized he wasn't part of her hallucination.
“Are we ok now?” He asked as he let go of her.
“... I- I've got somewhere I've gotta be.” She said quietly as she backed up slowly and walked off.
Ms. Marquee came running around the corner before Mocha could run off again.
“What is going on! Are you alright?” She said coming to a halt.
“I don't know anymore really.” Mocha said as she began to laugh, turning her attention to Ms. Marquee. “I really don't know.”
Ms. Marquee sighed and handed Mocha her glasses and backpack. “You left these in my classroom. I suggest you call your parents to come pick you up so you can go home and get some sleep. Tell them Ms. Marquee said so.”
Mocha's silent rest was interrupted when the school bully Casey Butcher, a human, walked in laughing as loud as he could has he departed from his group of cronies outside in the hallway. He sat down in the desk next to Mocha as she figured he would.
“Hey fluffball!” Butcher said as he leaned over to her in the seat he was in.
Mocha ignored his remark, yet twitched her tail.
“Hey! Gothimutt I'm talking to you.” He tried again, this time poking her in the ear, making it flick. Mocha reacted by slapping him straight in the face, yet in her weak and weary state, not hurting him at all.
“Whoa there fuzzy buddy! I'm just trying to talk to you.” Butcher replied to Mocha's hostile gesture.
Mocha stood up and pushed him out of his chair and onto the floor.
“Bullcrap! you were trying to talk to me! You were trying to mock me you stupid inbred faggot!” Mocha shouted at the top of her lungs. She walked out of the room slamming the door behind her.
“Whats wrong?! Got fleas?!” Butcher shouted at her from inside the room.
Mocha heard him from outside of the door and walked back in the room. She stood there for a second.
“Is that a yes?” Butcher asked with a smirk. “Oh God! Then get out of the room before I catch em!” He continued.
Mocha walked towards the bookshelf picking up one of the history textbooks and threw it at Butchers face, breaking his nose and gashing his cheek and eyebrow.
“Mocha!” Ms. Marquee exclaimed as she stood up from her seat. Before she could say anything else Mocha was already half way down the hall.
As Mocha stomped down the hall, her rage took over. Her headache returned and she began to see red as she hung her head low. She swung punches at someone who wasn't even there. Her hallucinations began to start again, in her head the lights flickered and quickly changed color. There were people in straight jackets with their backs against the wall shaking violently as if they were having an epileptic reaction to the flickering lights above. What her hallucinations were covering up was a teacher walking down the hall to her. She couldn't see the teacher. But what the teacher saw was Mocha standing in the middle of the hallway quickly looking around at her intense hallucination. Mocha's epileptic psychos stopped shaking and looked directly towards her. They smiled at her as their eyes rotted out of their sockets. The teacher covered by the hallucination watched Mocha in concern.
“Are you ok?” The teacher asked.
Mocha just turned her sight to the teachers voice. Frightened by the hallucinations she fell to her knees.
“Go away! Don't look at me like that! Go away!” She began screaming at the top of her lungs. She got up and ran towards the teacher, he grabbed her trying to calm her down.
“Let go! I don't want to be here! No!” She screamed at the teacher trying to get out of his grip. She stopped struggling and looked him in the eyes.
“Let go of me!” She screamed in an elongated, enraged manner at the teacher. She stopped once she realized he wasn't part of her hallucination.
“Are we ok now?” He asked as he let go of her.
“... I- I've got somewhere I've gotta be.” She said quietly as she backed up slowly and walked off.
Ms. Marquee came running around the corner before Mocha could run off again.
“What is going on! Are you alright?” She said coming to a halt.
“I don't know anymore really.” Mocha said as she began to laugh, turning her attention to Ms. Marquee. “I really don't know.”
Ms. Marquee sighed and handed Mocha her glasses and backpack. “You left these in my classroom. I suggest you call your parents to come pick you up so you can go home and get some sleep. Tell them Ms. Marquee said so.”
ABC Meme
Posted 15 years agoA - AVAILABLE: Yes
B - BIRTHDAY: December 3rd
C - CRUSHING ON: a few.
D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Coke
E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO:All my best friends.
F - FAVORITE SONG: I have quite a few. currently at the moment its Colors (Jim Plavoff Remix) by Drive Dealers. But most of my faves are from Deadmau5
G - GUMMY: yums
H - HOMETOWN: Johnson City, TN
I - IN LOVE WITH: Someone
J - JUGGLE: No lol
K - KILLED SOMEONE: I want to. oh do i ever want to. (not go on a killing spree. just people i hate)
L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: The move from Florida to North Carolina
M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Chocolate
N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 2 that i know of.
O - ONE WISH: For my music to be popular lol
P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: my friend Chris
Q- QUOTE: In the light of the life that i have found, Its coming down."
R- REASON TO SMILE: Not many right now lol
S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Colors (Jim Plavoff Remix) by Drive Dealers
T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 2 in the after noon
U- UMBRELLA: green and purple
V - VEGETABLE(S): ew
W - WORST HABIT: quite a few
X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: one
Y – YOYOS ARE: Frustrating!
Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Adunno
B - BIRTHDAY: December 3rd
C - CRUSHING ON: a few.
D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Coke
E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO:All my best friends.
F - FAVORITE SONG: I have quite a few. currently at the moment its Colors (Jim Plavoff Remix) by Drive Dealers. But most of my faves are from Deadmau5
G - GUMMY: yums
H - HOMETOWN: Johnson City, TN
I - IN LOVE WITH: Someone
J - JUGGLE: No lol
K - KILLED SOMEONE: I want to. oh do i ever want to. (not go on a killing spree. just people i hate)
L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: The move from Florida to North Carolina
M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Chocolate
N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 2 that i know of.
O - ONE WISH: For my music to be popular lol
P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: my friend Chris
Q- QUOTE: In the light of the life that i have found, Its coming down."
R- REASON TO SMILE: Not many right now lol
S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Colors (Jim Plavoff Remix) by Drive Dealers
T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 2 in the after noon
U- UMBRELLA: green and purple
V - VEGETABLE(S): ew
W - WORST HABIT: quite a few
X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: one
Y – YOYOS ARE: Frustrating!
Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Adunno
Does anyone do icon requests?
Posted 15 years agoCause i want an icon. and no one wants to trade or do a request.
What i want is a close up of my fursonas face with an evil smile and blood around his mouth :3
What i want is a close up of my fursonas face with an evil smile and blood around his mouth :3
North Carolina furs.
Posted 15 years agoAnyone in lenoir nc?
If I started doing commissions
Posted 15 years agoHow many of you would get one?
so yeah. band wagon
Posted 15 years agoAny furs near lenoir north Carolina?
Posted 15 years agoFinding furry friends in Florida failed miserably lol, but. I live in lenoir north Carolina. so anyone who's here and is looking for friends. Note meh
(Re-write) And To The Dust We Shall Return :Prologue
Posted 15 years ago… And To The Dust We Shall Return.
Prologue.“Through thorns and thistles, Shall bring forth for us. For out of the ground we are taken from the dust we are... And to the dust we shall return.”
I remember this line, The line my mother recited and preached to me many times. It rang in my head day to day, Never letting up, Never fading away... During the rumors of 2012 being the end of the world. She spoke it at least once a day To me, Herself, Or my dad, She knew it was true But didn't know how it was going to happen. It haunted her for weeks before we were taken to an underground shelter by the Army. Even under protection of a mile thick of lead, It unnerved her extremely. Though I never believed the rumors, Part of me wanted to.
We asked everyone we could about what was happening. No one knew the answer, We even asked the soldiers that guarded the shelter and the shelter administrators. They claimed they didn't even know. They kept this act of playing stupid even though every shelter resident knew they were bluffing.
On December, 31st, 2011. At seven o'clock, My mother hugged me and said “Zhanna. Nothing will be the same after this is over.”
“Why wont it?” I asked her as my ears flattened.
“A great power is going to wipe out the earth. It will come from many locations and land in different nations. Destroying all that is exposed.” she quietly said.
“Mom... I don't want to believe this. You believe in God to protect everyone and everything. Why would he let the world be destroyed.” I said as I backed off and looked at her in the eyes as I continued “No offense, But I thought God could do anything. Do you really believe he is going to wipe everything out.”
She looked back at me and began reciting the line once again.
“No Mom! I don't want to hear this again!” I shouted in annoyance as I interrupted her. “I've heard it all my life! I don't believe the world is going to end. And I don't believe some 'Great Power' could possibly be great enough to destroy the world”
I left our room and walked to the main room of the shelter. My dad followed as he called out to me. “Zhanna, stop right where you are!”
I didn't want to here him go on about how our situation has been, And how I should try to keep my temper down. So I ran to the other end of the main room and into the other set of halls to lose him. I was always a fast runner so I was confident he would lose sight of me quick.
I found myself a place to hide and curl up behind some huge recycle bins at the far end of the shelter for awhile to give myself some time to think. The cramped rooms were such a stress to everyone. The hallways were narrow, The food the administrators gave us was terrible. I just wanted to leave the shelter forever and live a normal life again and have my own room, my own bed, and good food.
Nothing made sense to me. My mom always told me that God protects us, And that he would never let anything happen to us. Yet, He was going to let the world be destroyed. God really seemed like a hypocrite to me at that point. If what my mom told me was true that is.
Hours passed before my parents came looking for me. When they found me I was asleep.
“Zhanna” My mom spoke softly as she tapped my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see both of them standing over me.
“Lets get you back to the room. Its eleven o'clock.” My dad said. I could tell he was slightly agitated and trying to hide it.
Once we got back to the room I plopped onto my bed and went back to sleep. But before I drifted completely. I heard my dad tell my mom about a rumor he overheard as they were searching for me. Saying something about a bomb or a missile, But thats all I heard before sleep took me from consciousness.
My parents and I woke up around four in the morning to the sound of someone knocking on our door. My dad got up to answer it as I sat up in my bed and stretched tiredly. He opened the door to two of the administration people. I couldn't make out what they were saying behind my semi-consciousness. But after my dad closed the door he quickly woke up my mom and I.
“What did the administration want?” I asked as I rubbed my eyes.
“They said to get ready.” He said franticly.
“Ready for what?!” I said as my heart started pounding.
Just before my dad opened his mouth to say something. My mom interrupted him. “It's happening isn't it. The worlds going to be destroyed”
“I have no idea. All they said is to be ready. Because the quakes are going to be massive” My dad replied with the look of terror on his face. He had us all get underneath their bed. All I could hear was my mom reciting the line over and over again. I was scared to death enough and my mom going on made it even worse.
After almost an hour, It happened, What ever bomb or missile my dad heard about hit. A minute later the massive quakes slammed the shelter viciously. I could barely hear myself and my parents screaming over the frighteningly loud rumble of the quakes. They lasted for two minutes before it stopped, Those were the most terrifying two minutes of my life, ever.
We finally emerged from underneath the bed after we were certain the quakes had no aftershock. I stumbled over too my bed and curled up, Trembling as I tried to catch my breath. My mom and dad came and sat down next to me to comfort me.
“It's done.” My mom said looking up at my dad. He just nodded and held onto her and I.
A year passed and over that time I grew even more weary of the shelter everyday. I think every week I asked someone from the administration about when we were able to leave, Every time I asked it as the same answer “Uh, I don't know.” I wanted different answers, More comforting ones, But I knew I couldn't get my way on that. In that time, others as well were growing even weary. Some even going so far as to attack officers and administrators for answers.
Attacks got worse and worse until a final decision was made. Martial Law was declared. Guards were allowed to beat (but not fire on for the reason of scarce ammo) any residents that attacked them, administration, or other residents and throw them in the holding cells. Schedules and curfews were ordered unto the shelter to keep order. They even gave key cards so they could buy lunch. I had no idea why they didn't do all of that before. The administration could have prevented a lot more incidents prior to the attacks.
Yet of course to most of the residents idiocy, Rebellions were formed against the schedules and curfews of administration, As well claiming some guards wouldn't give anyone the privacy they wanted. Well over half the residents were in on the rebellions, Many even tried to get my family in on it all, even going so far as to bribe us. After a month or so guards began to notice all of the suspicious behavior. As soon as they did, They went into every aspect of everyone life. There was no more privacy, No more rights. No one was free.
I wanted out... It was almost as if the walls closed in enough to touch my shoulders and hips. Paranoia set in deep as I fell mute to anything personal. It was like being in some kind of asylum and studied day by day to see if the conditions were getting better or worse. I began to live inside my mind, Creating my own world and my own friends. My parents would tell me about waking up in the middle of the night to me talking in my sleep to someone who wasn't physically there. I lost my grip of reality.
A few months later in a dream, A man came to me, A mysterious stranger. He told me where my dad has been hiding a gun all this time. A .357 Magnum, Under a tile underneath my parents bed, Loaded along with two other revolver clips. He then told me to sneak into the administration offices around lunch time. Explaining that the head administrator would forget his key card to the main terminal that controls the shelter door when he left to get his lunch. Before the dream was over, he assured me that my task shouldn't be a problem.
Later that day when my parents were out of the room I packed my backpack full of tools, medicine, and other items for whatever was on the surface. I dressed in my favorite hoodie, shirt,cargo pants, and knee-high boots. And walked out the door.
It was as if everyone was gone, the halls were empty and there wasn't a guard in sight. I made my way to the shelter door and set my backpack in a dark corner. Then, Making my way to the administration offices just down the hall, I pulled out my .357 to be ready for anything to come. I opened the administration offices door slowly and slipped in before anyone noticed, No one even noticed anyway. Most of the admins were in the lunch room, So that made my task so much easier. Making it to the main office was a breeze.
Once I picked the lock and got in, I saw the key card right on the head administrators desk just as the mysterious stranger told me. I slipped it into the terminal, typed a few commands to change the password to a simple 'hahahacked'. Restarted the terminal, typed the password and the door was open. I was surprised after almost two years that my computer skills weren't rusty at all. I then grabbed the key card and hid it in a tough place to buy myself some time if I were to get caught.
I slipped out the door, Being sure as to lock it back as I left. As I was half way through the offices. I heard the administrators walk in from lunch. I leaped into an empty cubical even though it was inevitable I would have to use the .357 I had in hand. As soon as one of them passed by, I fired a bullet into his head and ran as fast as I could passed the others. The second I bolted out the door I saw guards out of the corner of my eye. There was no time to waste, I grabbed my backpack which weighed me down drastically and ran out the door. They followed me passed the door as I ran down the mile long 'Hall to Freedom'. I counted five bullets in my revolver, and twelve in unloaded bullets. Only eight guards followed, So my chances were great, I fired behind myself blindly. I couldn't tell if I hit any of them, But a decrease in the sound of footsteps told me I at least got three of them. I loaded the .357 as quick as I could under the stress of running and fired behind myself once again. A bigger decrease in the sound of footsteps and a quick peek behind me told me there were only two of them left. But three quarters of the way down the hall of freedom they came to a halt and turned back. I was finally able to sit and catch my breath.
Then after about fifteen minutes, I heard the door at the far end shut, Which meant the door to freedom was going to begin to close any minute! So once again I was on the run. My heart began pounding as I saw the door begin to slowly close, 20 feet away and one mistake could cost me my freedom. As I got close I took my backpack off and threw it through the door before I lunged sideways for my attempt of fate, It seemed like I was in slow motion, As if I was in some cheesy action movie. As I landed my feet were still inside the door, I quickly curled up before they could get crushed off by the door.
I laid there on the ground breathless as I looked up to the sky, Dark clouds loomed overhead. I stood up and brushed myself off before putting my backpack back on. I looked out to what was left of the world, It was nothing but a barren wasteland. Completely demolished by whatever hit a year ago.
As I starred out at the wasteland. The one line played in my head. The line my mother always told me. Realizing she was right. I spoke to myself...
“Through thorns and thistles, Shall bring forth for us. For out of the ground we are taken from the dust we are... And to the dust we shall return.”...And To The Dust We Shall Return: Prologue
Posted 15 years ago.And To The Dust We Shall Return.
Prologue...The world was once a beautiful place... Lively... Bright... Safe. Back then there was a neighbor, friend, or even a stranger within a mile. Structures climbed high. Touching and piercing the sky as they thrived with power, wealth, And life. Law and Order was what kept everything together. What kept cities from falling to the ground.
I'm Zhanna Zatchell I knew the world before. I was born on January, 1st,1996. 16 years before the nuclear war. As a child. I loved working with machinery. Anything that was technology or machine based. I learned how to work with it all on my own. Through trial and error. Error sometimes resulting in injury, Heh, Or crashing a thousand dollar computer.
My parents wanted me to be into all the stuff normal girls liked. Dolls. Plushies. Real girly stuff. Uh uh. I like the machines. I usually helped my dad work on his Motorcycles and cars.
At the age of 13 with enough help from the internet and other sources. I was able to modify my glasses to project a HUD onto the lenses. I bought a tiny projector powered by a tiny solar panel battery with money I had been saving up on. I connected them to the glasses and boom. Instant HUD glasses haha. Along with some programming that is.
My mom was a believer in God. My whole family was. Once the scares and terrorous rumors about the year 2012 started to pop up. She read me this passage
“Through thorns and thistles, Shall bring forth for us. For out of the ground we are taken from the dust we are... And to the dust we shall return.”
I never got it. I never believed the 2012 rumors. I never though anyone could predict such a thing. The end of the world, Humanity. Destruction of life.
Well... I should have believed it.
November, 22nd, 2011. The nation... The world went into panic. Nuclear war had been declared. I never in my life had been so scared for my family's and my life. The Army got everyone they could into underground shelters. Lined by nearly a mile thick of lead. I never knew these shelters were there. No one but the government knew.
When we got into the shelter. Everyone was instantly given a number and a key card to their room. All of the rooms were small and crowded. But the main room of the shelter was massive. You could fit about 4 and a half baseball fields into it. Well actually. There was one baseball field inside there actually. There was a big park, A Theater, Even a massive farm. It was life underground.
January, 1st, 2012. It happened. Up above the ground Nuclear bombs were traded between America and Russia. While underground the quakes were massive and relentless. The administration gave no warning of it. I figured they would have at least said. “Oh my God. Brace yourselves.”
The power was out for a week. People had injuries that needed attention. But it was too dark to see, Along with a candle shortage. I myself had a broken wrist. But managed to wrap it up with a cloth made into a makeshift sling.
Once the power came back on and everyone left their rooms and out to the shelters main room. Things became fun. Baseball games were scheduled every Friday night. Events, Contests, Plays and Concerts were held in the park. The Theater was packed. And The farm grew crops and food to keep us alive.
After about 8 months I began to grow weary of the same thing though. Remembering the outside world and how big it was made me long for release from the shelter. I would find myself standing at the sealed door. Looking at it as if it were about to open.
Around the door they had many warnings about the hazards of the post-nuclear wasteland. Things about radiation, possibly mutated creatures, and other possible dangers. They as well had cameras.
The stuff about the “Possibly mutated creatures” I always thought was a huge joke. Something to make the shelter dwellers think twice about leaving the shelters.
Finally, one day I left a note to my parents saying I was going to leave the shelter, Grabbed my tools, supplies, The revolver I found in my dads cubby, and the geiger counter I found In a supply room and put them by the tightly sealed shelter door.
I was able to sneak into the main administration rooms. How I did it I still cant get through my head. But once I was in. Sneaking around was so nerve-wracking. No one was aloud in there other then the shelter administration. So if I were to get caught, I would be screwed completely.
I got to the main office when everyone was on lunch break. The administrator was stupid enough to leave his access card to the main terminal in the terminal itself. I quickly got to the main door controls and opened it up with a little bit of hacking. I then took the administrators access card and hid it in the room to buy me time. But, As I finally found a hiding spot for the access card. The administrator walked through the door. I has nowhere to run so I charged him and knocked him over. And ran as fast as I could out of the offices.
Guards chased me through the open door. My backpack bogged me down when I grabbed it. So that made escaping slightly harder. A guard grabbed my tail about halfway down the hall to freedom. Reacting as quick as I could I grabbed the hammer sticking out of the side of my backpack and hit him straight in the head. I had no time to see if I killed him or knocked him out. But all I heard was his body hit the ground and my boots against the metal floor as I ran under the weight of my supplies. I'm lucky the guards weren't aloud to fire on any youth under 20 under any circumstances.
3 quarters down the hall to freedom they retreated back to the shelter. Leaving me the time to rest before I reached the glow at the end of the hall. After a few minutes I began walking towards the end again. The glow was bright. Luckily my glasses are transition lenses.
I was almost there. 20 feet away... before I saw the door start to close. Oh lord, My heart began racing. I began to ran as fast as I possibly could, But I didn't lose hope one bit. The last few seconds were nothing to waste. It was either quickly take off the backpack and throw it through the door and lunge sideways through it before it closed. Or chicken out and walk back down the hall of failure. I chose the first choice and barely made it. Nearly loosing my feet in the process.
I finally stood up after catching my breath and looking out to the wasteland... Desolate. Devoid of life... The one line that crept into my head and stayed there in a silent moment of eternity...
“For out of the ground we are taken from the dust we are... And to the dust we shall return....”GODDOMMOT
Posted 15 years agoI want a fursuit. Im doin this just to rant and rave so people who dont care can shut up lol.
But yea. I WANT ONE But. my family is in a whole shitstorm with money atm. (Stealing a neighbors wifi btw. well. Its not stealing if the router is insecure. lul)
I wont go into details but im getting tired of it.
I want a fursuit, I want to go to a furcon. But i got no money and dont have any cons here in florida right now.
Other reasons are. well. idk what my parents would think. Im very self-conscious about that. I wouldnt have a problem wearing it anywhere as long as i stayed in it and no cops are called XD
But i guess ill have to wait to get a job and work up enough to commission one.
Or maybe (i extremely highly doubt it) I will meet some kindof fursuit maker near by. But thats probably dreaming. XD
But yea. I WANT ONE But. my family is in a whole shitstorm with money atm. (Stealing a neighbors wifi btw. well. Its not stealing if the router is insecure. lul)
I wont go into details but im getting tired of it.
I want a fursuit, I want to go to a furcon. But i got no money and dont have any cons here in florida right now.
Other reasons are. well. idk what my parents would think. Im very self-conscious about that. I wouldnt have a problem wearing it anywhere as long as i stayed in it and no cops are called XD
But i guess ill have to wait to get a job and work up enough to commission one.
Or maybe (i extremely highly doubt it) I will meet some kindof fursuit maker near by. But thats probably dreaming. XD
Asylum Psychiatric
Posted 15 years agoElvira Dementia.
Posted 15 years agoI sat there looking out my window at a group of teens as they communicated about one of their new cars... Friends... I dont see the point... It all just turns to gossip and you can't trust anyone anymore.
I stepped away from the window slipping back into the darkness of my non-lit house. I dont like light. It burns my eyes. I Keep the lights off or I light candles. My eyes have adapted to the darkness so well that lighting candles depends on my mood. But, For my special times... I turn the lights on.
You see... I kill people... Torture, Mutilate, And Destroy. And i love to see every drop of blood spill from their worthless bodies... I watch the life fade from their eyes. Makes me smile... Its the only thing that makes me smile for real. Any times in public communications that I smile. Its fake. Ive learned how i need to fake emotions and feelings just so no one suspects I'm the reason for anybodies disappearance.
For me. Killing isn't a "Come as you are" Thing for me. Though my work is usually messy and destructive. Its like a formal encounter for me. I have this long black strapless silk dress. along with fishnet gloves that go up to the middle of my upper arms. And black gloves that go a little passed the middle of my forearms. People say i look "Pretty" or "Beautiful" as a way to convince me not to kill them... I hate those words. I hate any comment towards me looking good in any way possible...
Anyway... Back to what i was telling you about earlier...
I walked to my room and opened my special closet. The one with my "Killing Outfit" As i explained earlier. I slipped it on. The dress coming first of course.
Then, i walked out of my room, down my hallway to the door at the end. The door i keep locked. My "Special Room". I had a man down there by the name of Nate Castle.
Mr.Castle decided it was funny to try to fuck with me by hitting on me. Called me a "Hot Little piece of ass" Even after i said told him to shut up. I had walked away but he kept following me. So i let him follow me to my back yard. I grabbed him and choked him till he passed out. I knew his intentions were more then likely to rape me. I could sense it in his voice after i tried walking away.
I opened the door and walked down the long flight of stairs. I could hear Mr.Castle ask who it was as he heard me walking down the steps. When his eyes met mine he got a stupid ass little smirk on that disgusting face of his.
"Oh? Seems like i am gonna get fucked after all!"
I walked past him and approached a closet. The closet with all of my "Killing Tools" I pulled put my favorite knife. Stainless steel. 15 inch blade with a little hook at the tip of it. I crafted it myself.
I then walked back out slowly. Holding the knife in my hand.
"How do you like being fucked with a cold steel blade?" I said as I watched the fear in Mr.Castle's eyes grow.
"Oh my God... I'm sorry! Please! I didn't mean it. I was just having some fun!"
"Shut the fuck up you babbling Imbecile!" I said as I then pressed the knife slightly to his neck.
"Now, a few things about me you should know." I continued as i stabbed the knife into his shoulder.
"FUUUUCK!" He screamed in agony as the cold blade penetrated his flesh.
"First, When i say shut up. I mean SHUT UP!!!" I twisted the knife. feeling the rough scrapes of the blade scraping his bones while the blood seeped and squirted out of his shoulder.
"Second, Dont ever. EVER call me a 'Hot Piece of ass'!!!" I dragged the knife down abit to his chest slightly as his blood was pooling and dripping off the table.
"Third of all and most importantly..." I said calmly as i leaned my hip against the table and crossed my legs gently placing the knife against his neck as i chuckled.
"I would Never fuck you. I would never fuck anyone. I lack compassion for any and every living thing. Including myself." I spoke before i slowly slit his throat, Watching the blood poor out of his neck as he choked on the blade.
I watched the life fade from his eyes... I stared at the now deceased Mr.Castle for an hour. Its a ritual for me. Part of my insanity.
I'm sure your wondering what made me like this. What created this urge to kill... I will tell you...
It started when i was at the age of six. I was in the kitchen with my older sister while she made herself a sandwich. My parents were outside working in the yard... I sat on the counter and was looking around while she made her sandwich and spotted a knife. I had always been curious about them but my parents never let me play with them. So i grabbed it and looked at it. I stared at my reflection in the blade.
"Elvira! Put that down! You could hurt yourself!" My sister said as she looked back at me and dropped her sandwich. Then quickly walked towards me trying to take it from me.
Without thinking. It was like an impulse. A reflex. I shoved the knife through her neck. She fell to the ground. Dead before she hit it. My mother walked in and the scream i heard from her was like nothing i had ever heard from anyone (At that time of course) My father ran to her as he heard her scream of pure terror.
"Elvira... Oh my God, Elvira what have you done!" My father shouted as tears began to fall from his eyes.
I spoke not a word as i stared at my sisters dead, bleeding body. I cant remember if it was shock or some form of joy.
I passed off the murder of my sister as an accident and somehow got myself to cry.
Three years passed. Nine years old. I became cold over the years. my parents knew it was the beginning of something bad. But they were to afraid to acknowledge any of it. You see.. There were never any good at facing shit like that.
One day, While my father was at work. My mother was in their room cleaning after an argument they had earlier that morning.
I grabbed a knife from the kitchen. One similar to the one i shoved through my sisters neck three years prior to that day. I then walked slowly to my parents room and stood in the door way. my mother knew i was there. But she didn't turn around to look at me.
"Elvira, Would you go get the carpet cleaner for me?" She said as i walked up behind her.
"No..." I said quietly as i held the knife behind my back.
"Excuse me. That was more of an order then a question" She said as she turned around to me.
She opened her mouth to say something else. But she looked into my eyes. She knew there was nothing behind them. No more love. No more compassion... No soul.
"Elvira... Dear? Are you ok?" She said with abit of stutter in her voice.
"Just fine mother..." I said with absolutely no emotion.
"What do you have behind your back, Elvira... I want to know..." my mother said as she began to shake.
"Its a gift... For you mother..." I whispered to her before i swiped the knife from behind my back. Straight across her throat. I swung it so fast it nearly chopped her head off. She stayed alive for ten seconds as the skin under her fur went pale from all of the blood pouring out of her body and neck.
I took the knife and tore open her chest and ripped down her body. I had always been curious about what the inside of someones body looked like... it fascinated me... I pulled out my mothers organs one by one studying each individual part of her organs. even cutting some apart to see inside of them. A huge puddle of her blood covered the floor. And alot of it covered my hands and body. Not a drop of blood was left in her corpse after i was done.
I then heard my fathers keys unlocking the front door. I grabbed the knife and hid in their closet. He opened the front door and walked to the kitchen expecting to see mother cooking dinner or washing dishes.
"Sweetie?" He called for her
"...Hun? are you here?..." He seemed to have slight fear in that.
"Elvira. Are you here? Where is your mother!" he shouted as he walked towards their room.
Upon entering the room. He dropped to his knees at the sight of my mother, His wife, Dead on the floor with her body torn open and her organs arranged around her. He stared in shock as if it was a dream.
I then slowly opened their closet door. My mothers blood dripping off of me. My father looked at me in terror.
"Elvira.....? ....You..... D-Did.... This.....?" He whispered.
"Yes father..." i said as i walked up to him and shove the knife through his eye and into his brain. After he fell dead on the floor i went to the garage to get one of his electric saws. I brought it back and plugged it into the nearest outlet. And i slowly cut open my fathers head. I then forced open his skull to see his brain. I even seen whole where the knife pierced it.
I stared at their bodies for an exact hour. (Which is where i got my ritual from) I then swiped my finger tips in their blood. and wrote on their wall "They gave me life... I took theirs... My trade for this urge"
And i have stayed in this house ever since then. I only get out to go to the store or for anything i need. As for my parents bodies. They are buried deep under the house. Along with all of my other victims. to rot away and never be found.
Now you know how i became this monster. How i began my work....
I stepped away from the window slipping back into the darkness of my non-lit house. I dont like light. It burns my eyes. I Keep the lights off or I light candles. My eyes have adapted to the darkness so well that lighting candles depends on my mood. But, For my special times... I turn the lights on.
You see... I kill people... Torture, Mutilate, And Destroy. And i love to see every drop of blood spill from their worthless bodies... I watch the life fade from their eyes. Makes me smile... Its the only thing that makes me smile for real. Any times in public communications that I smile. Its fake. Ive learned how i need to fake emotions and feelings just so no one suspects I'm the reason for anybodies disappearance.
For me. Killing isn't a "Come as you are" Thing for me. Though my work is usually messy and destructive. Its like a formal encounter for me. I have this long black strapless silk dress. along with fishnet gloves that go up to the middle of my upper arms. And black gloves that go a little passed the middle of my forearms. People say i look "Pretty" or "Beautiful" as a way to convince me not to kill them... I hate those words. I hate any comment towards me looking good in any way possible...
Anyway... Back to what i was telling you about earlier...
I walked to my room and opened my special closet. The one with my "Killing Outfit" As i explained earlier. I slipped it on. The dress coming first of course.
Then, i walked out of my room, down my hallway to the door at the end. The door i keep locked. My "Special Room". I had a man down there by the name of Nate Castle.
Mr.Castle decided it was funny to try to fuck with me by hitting on me. Called me a "Hot Little piece of ass" Even after i said told him to shut up. I had walked away but he kept following me. So i let him follow me to my back yard. I grabbed him and choked him till he passed out. I knew his intentions were more then likely to rape me. I could sense it in his voice after i tried walking away.
I opened the door and walked down the long flight of stairs. I could hear Mr.Castle ask who it was as he heard me walking down the steps. When his eyes met mine he got a stupid ass little smirk on that disgusting face of his.
"Oh? Seems like i am gonna get fucked after all!"
I walked past him and approached a closet. The closet with all of my "Killing Tools" I pulled put my favorite knife. Stainless steel. 15 inch blade with a little hook at the tip of it. I crafted it myself.
I then walked back out slowly. Holding the knife in my hand.
"How do you like being fucked with a cold steel blade?" I said as I watched the fear in Mr.Castle's eyes grow.
"Oh my God... I'm sorry! Please! I didn't mean it. I was just having some fun!"
"Shut the fuck up you babbling Imbecile!" I said as I then pressed the knife slightly to his neck.
"Now, a few things about me you should know." I continued as i stabbed the knife into his shoulder.
"FUUUUCK!" He screamed in agony as the cold blade penetrated his flesh.
"First, When i say shut up. I mean SHUT UP!!!" I twisted the knife. feeling the rough scrapes of the blade scraping his bones while the blood seeped and squirted out of his shoulder.
"Second, Dont ever. EVER call me a 'Hot Piece of ass'!!!" I dragged the knife down abit to his chest slightly as his blood was pooling and dripping off the table.
"Third of all and most importantly..." I said calmly as i leaned my hip against the table and crossed my legs gently placing the knife against his neck as i chuckled.
"I would Never fuck you. I would never fuck anyone. I lack compassion for any and every living thing. Including myself." I spoke before i slowly slit his throat, Watching the blood poor out of his neck as he choked on the blade.
I watched the life fade from his eyes... I stared at the now deceased Mr.Castle for an hour. Its a ritual for me. Part of my insanity.
I'm sure your wondering what made me like this. What created this urge to kill... I will tell you...
It started when i was at the age of six. I was in the kitchen with my older sister while she made herself a sandwich. My parents were outside working in the yard... I sat on the counter and was looking around while she made her sandwich and spotted a knife. I had always been curious about them but my parents never let me play with them. So i grabbed it and looked at it. I stared at my reflection in the blade.
"Elvira! Put that down! You could hurt yourself!" My sister said as she looked back at me and dropped her sandwich. Then quickly walked towards me trying to take it from me.
Without thinking. It was like an impulse. A reflex. I shoved the knife through her neck. She fell to the ground. Dead before she hit it. My mother walked in and the scream i heard from her was like nothing i had ever heard from anyone (At that time of course) My father ran to her as he heard her scream of pure terror.
"Elvira... Oh my God, Elvira what have you done!" My father shouted as tears began to fall from his eyes.
I spoke not a word as i stared at my sisters dead, bleeding body. I cant remember if it was shock or some form of joy.
I passed off the murder of my sister as an accident and somehow got myself to cry.
Three years passed. Nine years old. I became cold over the years. my parents knew it was the beginning of something bad. But they were to afraid to acknowledge any of it. You see.. There were never any good at facing shit like that.
One day, While my father was at work. My mother was in their room cleaning after an argument they had earlier that morning.
I grabbed a knife from the kitchen. One similar to the one i shoved through my sisters neck three years prior to that day. I then walked slowly to my parents room and stood in the door way. my mother knew i was there. But she didn't turn around to look at me.
"Elvira, Would you go get the carpet cleaner for me?" She said as i walked up behind her.
"No..." I said quietly as i held the knife behind my back.
"Excuse me. That was more of an order then a question" She said as she turned around to me.
She opened her mouth to say something else. But she looked into my eyes. She knew there was nothing behind them. No more love. No more compassion... No soul.
"Elvira... Dear? Are you ok?" She said with abit of stutter in her voice.
"Just fine mother..." I said with absolutely no emotion.
"What do you have behind your back, Elvira... I want to know..." my mother said as she began to shake.
"Its a gift... For you mother..." I whispered to her before i swiped the knife from behind my back. Straight across her throat. I swung it so fast it nearly chopped her head off. She stayed alive for ten seconds as the skin under her fur went pale from all of the blood pouring out of her body and neck.
I took the knife and tore open her chest and ripped down her body. I had always been curious about what the inside of someones body looked like... it fascinated me... I pulled out my mothers organs one by one studying each individual part of her organs. even cutting some apart to see inside of them. A huge puddle of her blood covered the floor. And alot of it covered my hands and body. Not a drop of blood was left in her corpse after i was done.
I then heard my fathers keys unlocking the front door. I grabbed the knife and hid in their closet. He opened the front door and walked to the kitchen expecting to see mother cooking dinner or washing dishes.
"Sweetie?" He called for her
"...Hun? are you here?..." He seemed to have slight fear in that.
"Elvira. Are you here? Where is your mother!" he shouted as he walked towards their room.
Upon entering the room. He dropped to his knees at the sight of my mother, His wife, Dead on the floor with her body torn open and her organs arranged around her. He stared in shock as if it was a dream.
I then slowly opened their closet door. My mothers blood dripping off of me. My father looked at me in terror.
"Elvira.....? ....You..... D-Did.... This.....?" He whispered.
"Yes father..." i said as i walked up to him and shove the knife through his eye and into his brain. After he fell dead on the floor i went to the garage to get one of his electric saws. I brought it back and plugged it into the nearest outlet. And i slowly cut open my fathers head. I then forced open his skull to see his brain. I even seen whole where the knife pierced it.
I stared at their bodies for an exact hour. (Which is where i got my ritual from) I then swiped my finger tips in their blood. and wrote on their wall "They gave me life... I took theirs... My trade for this urge"
And i have stayed in this house ever since then. I only get out to go to the store or for anything i need. As for my parents bodies. They are buried deep under the house. Along with all of my other victims. to rot away and never be found.
Now you know how i became this monster. How i began my work....
Catatonik Cat now on Sound Cloud!
Posted 15 years agoThe new album is here!
Posted 15 years agohttp://www.megaupload.com/?d=49YUGFAQ
Tracklist:
Vey
Crazy
Salvage Heights
CatNip
Sharp Objects Are Dangerous
Mercury's Reflections
Birth Wake
Whiskers
Kitten
Chatix
Dearest Trapped
Neurological Defect (Outro)
I hope you all enjoy this album!
Tracklist:
Vey
Crazy
Salvage Heights
CatNip
Sharp Objects Are Dangerous
Mercury's Reflections
Birth Wake
Whiskers
Kitten
Chatix
Dearest Trapped
Neurological Defect (Outro)
I hope you all enjoy this album!
Ive been inspired to make a homicidal character.
Posted 15 years agoYesterday i got 2 comics by Jhonen Vasquez (LOVE his work) Named Johnny The Homicidal Maniac.
SO. its inspired me to make my own Homicidal character named Elvira Asyl Dementia. I dont exactly know what she is. id say either a fox or wolf. She wears a black dress that is one of those strapless/sleeveless ones. Black fishnet gloves that go up to the center of her upper arm. and Another pair of black gloves that go up to the center of her forearms. the end of her tail and ears have little curls on them XD. but she is a very dark character.
Ive wanted Vulffen to be secretly homicidal. Then Post Apocalyptic. Yet i wanted him to have a normal life. I couldnt decide. so that is why i made Zhanna Post Apocalyptic. And created Elvira Dementia for the Homicidal story.
I have 2 sketches done of Elvira. Both on looseleaf sheet though x.x but when i get home i will scan it. if not. im going to a friends next week. he has a scanner. so i will more then likely be then when i scan her 2 sketches.
Plan to see alot more bloody/gorey drawings with Elvira! because shes brutal. Oh yea. She dont kill bad people. She kills all. Accept for children.
SO. its inspired me to make my own Homicidal character named Elvira Asyl Dementia. I dont exactly know what she is. id say either a fox or wolf. She wears a black dress that is one of those strapless/sleeveless ones. Black fishnet gloves that go up to the center of her upper arm. and Another pair of black gloves that go up to the center of her forearms. the end of her tail and ears have little curls on them XD. but she is a very dark character.
Ive wanted Vulffen to be secretly homicidal. Then Post Apocalyptic. Yet i wanted him to have a normal life. I couldnt decide. so that is why i made Zhanna Post Apocalyptic. And created Elvira Dementia for the Homicidal story.
I have 2 sketches done of Elvira. Both on looseleaf sheet though x.x but when i get home i will scan it. if not. im going to a friends next week. he has a scanner. so i will more then likely be then when i scan her 2 sketches.
Plan to see alot more bloody/gorey drawings with Elvira! because shes brutal. Oh yea. She dont kill bad people. She kills all. Accept for children.
