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  1. W7F
    Philip Labonte started moving towards a more melodic sound with ATR's album Overcome in 2008, and he's continued it in their new album "For We Are Many", which was released today.

    I've listened to every song once, and I'm in love with the album. I love screaming just as much as the next metalhead, but Phil's voice is amazing - singing/screaming/growling whatever. I'm liking where he's taking the band, and this is a great album.

    Check their single from this new album, called "Hold On": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sP2umYUMCko&channel=allthatremainsmusic
    Thread by: W7F, Oct 12, 2010, 0 replies, in forum: Music
  2. W7F
    Thread

    *facepalm*

    So my family and I decided to go up to Illinois to visit my family. I turned in Kingdom Hearts 1 & 2 at least two years ago to GameStop.

    My grandparents live in Watseka, Illinois. Which has maybe 2 major streets. So I decided to grab my PS2 and I rebought KH 1 & 2. I also bought Re:CoM. I bring them up here, and. . . I forgot my memory card.

    In other words, I'm an idiot and now I've got nuthin' to do. :D
    Thread by: W7F, Aug 5, 2010, 1 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  3. W7F
    Inspiration: Dane Cook's ISolated INcident

    00:07:58 Okay, so you know about the challenge game, or do you not know about the challenge game?

    00:08:02 You don't know?
    00:08:02 Well, listen to this ****.

    00:08:05 I'm about to blow your mind.

    00:08:08 Because once you hear this, okay, once you hear what I'm about to unleash, then it's gonna all make sense, okay?

    00:08:13 Several times throughout the day every day, your girl will play this little game.

    00:08:16 It's almost a choose-your-own-adventure game that girls play.
    00:08:20 It's a question, and then there's answer "a" and there's answer "b", and they're both ****ing wrong.

    00:08:30 How do you identify?

    00:08:31 the first half of the first sentence is always exactly the same.

    00:08:35 Your girl's gonna come up, whatever it is you're doing, and she's gonna go, "What would you do if..." followed by a mumbo-jumbo that you better be ready to dance with, okay?

    00:08:45 One time my girl's making a big turkey dinner with all the fixings, and she just came up to me and she goes, "what would you do if I took all the food I just cooked and threw it out?" I was like, "First of all, don't do that? OK?."

    00:08:57 "Like, maybe you should get the **** out of the kitchen if you're even considering that right now."

    00:09:01 "If you do that, I'm gonna walk to subway, but I'm gonna be ruminating about what a ***** you are for throwing away all the ****ing fresh food."

    00:09:06 "Throwing away all the food, baby? no."
    00:09:10 "You wanna throw away the green beans, I don't give a ****."

    00:09:13 One day she's driving the car, and I'm sitting with her, and apparently we're low on gasoline, and she goes, "what would you do if I didn't tell you we were about to run out of gas, and I just let us run out of gas? "you're asking me what would I do if you knowingly let us run out of gasoline?"

    00:09:31 "I would call you a ****ing ******* to your face.

    00:09:34 "That's a horrible thing to do."
    00:09:35 "This is a dangerous road to be letting us run out of gas."

    00:09:38 Don't do that.

    00:09:38 I took her to a football game, and we're standing in line, we're waiting to be scanned to go into the stadium, and she's holding the tickets 'cause, two things I know about girls: You love to hold the tickets, and you don't want a table, you want a ****ing booth, and you'll wait.

    00:09:54 She's got the tickets.
    00:09:58 She just turns back to me, goes, "what would you do if I took your ticket and my ticket, "and after they scanned me, I went in and didn't come back for you?

    "I don't know, maybe backtrack this entire relationship, try to find my ex, and work things out?"

    00:10:12 "That's just off the top."

    So, KHV! Let's play the challenge game. Read the question the last person posted, and reply to it. After you answer their question, start your own question (within the same post ;D).
    So I'll start.

    What would you do if I said I had cupcakes for everyone on this entire forum, and after everybody got here (whether it be airplane, boat, bus, teleportation, riding a bike, or walking) I said "I lied, I don't have any cupcakes."? :Awesome:
    Thread by: W7F, Jul 24, 2010, 0 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  4. W7F
    My dad is a total Glenn Beck freak (if you haven't at least heard of him, you've had your head up your ass for a while now. If you haven't heard of him. Realize I said that, not "if you don't like him. No political fights pl0x). Complete. Drooling. Zombie. I like some of the dudes points, but I'm not bowing in front of the t.v. when the dude's show comes on.

    However, I just managed to spill my peach tea all over my dad's book by Glenn Beck. The hell should I do? I thought about eating it to get rid of the evidence, but I now realize that won't work.
    Thread by: W7F, Jul 8, 2010, 9 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  5. W7F
    3rd time I've made an Escape The Fate thread. Weird. I make one, find a buncha people that appreciate their music, and then alluvasudden I end up taking a break from the site, and the thread goes way past the 3 months buried mark. So I can totally make this new thread without getting reprimanded. Yay me!

    However, Escape The Fate, you could say, has begun to earn the recognition and respect they deserve, and I'm probably wasting my time making this thread and trying to gain them followers. I'm sure most people have at least heard something or other about them or heard their name mentioned (as long as they listen to this genre of music, I'll make that assumption).

    Escape The Fate was one of THE bands that have made me the extremely varied music lover I am today. Due to my upbringing and where I lived (stuck in a small neighborhood in Mississippi sandwhiched between a neighborhood that was more like The Projects in front of me and another neighborhood of like, million dollar homes that were like right on a bayou a few blocks behind me) all I listened to was Country (million dollar home friends), some light classical music (million dollar home friends) and some of the dirtiest, underground rap (my 'hood friends. And I honestly mean that, I'm not slighting them/being racist.). After moving to Florida and meeting all sorts of new people, I now listen to pretty much every type of music created by mankind (even **** in languages I can't even understand. Kinda sad). Escape The Fate was one of the bands that opened the door to Rock & Metal (and every single one of its sub-genres). So, enough about me & why I almost worship these dudes (who have changed a lot since the last thread, and drastically since my first on this band).

    Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/escapethefate

    Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/escapethefate

    Twitter: http://twitter.com/escapethefate

    YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/user/EpitaphRecords#p/u/0/5vE6EWj6vLQ
    ^ Still don't have their own channel it seems, 'cuz they're rollin' with Epitaph.

    Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escape_the_fate

    ^ So you can check out their past history, learn Ronnie Radke's new band name if you don't like the "new" ETF, and see their discography.
    Thread by: W7F, Jul 8, 2010, 0 replies, in forum: Music
  6. W7F
    Anyone ever send theirs in for a similar problem? How long did it take for Bill Gates and his lackeys to send it back fixed? I sent mine in yesterday.
    Thread by: W7F, May 2, 2009, 3 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  7. W7F
    Thread

    Pigs.

    I do not intend to offend anyone with this story. My political beliefs may be different from yours; my personal experiences may be different from yours. It doesn't matter. Don't like, don't read.


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    1​

    The sky was...fitting. Red. The Sun. A beautiful, violent ball of fire sinking below the horizon, tingeing the clouds pink and purple, like bruises, and the rest red. Just red. Sitting by the window on the 50th floor of the Bank of America tower in New York City, I felt normal for just one painstaking moment.

    The office door twenty feet behind me shuddered as one of them struck it. The flimsy door wouldn't last long. I took one last look at the sun, and then one of the "pigs" burst in. He had used his head as a battering ram, and now congealed blood trickled down his face. His mouth was agape, and the blood ran in rivulets around his lips, met his puffy, purple lower lip, and washed over his teeth. He was covered in something that looked and smelled like ****, and he wore a janitor's uniform. I noticed the Bank of America ID somehow still attached to his shirt pocket, and remembered back to the night I burned mine. Can't believe that was only six months ago. Feels like a different lifetime.

    He charged, a guttural yell far from human ripping from his throat - as I swung my axe and removed his head from his shoulders. His body contined to fall towards me, and I stepped out of the way, careful to avoid looking at the blood. I hate blood. Sticky, hot blood. I'm entirely aware of why I don't like it, but it doesn't help the problem. Face your fears, right? Bullshit.

    I walked towards the open door, and carefully stuck my head out. Dark hallway in both directions. I was surprised. Those that are infected tend to stick together. I've never understood that, but its a fact. He must've been trapped on this hallway, the building automatically locked itself when the **** hit the fan. Me breaking in probably woke him up.

    Yeah, the ****ers sleep. That is the one thing that they have left that reminds me they were just like me not that long ago. The pigs like him still sleep.

    Him. ****, its not human. Not anymore. At least, not human in any sense I'm used to. I looked back over my shoulder, saw the dark pool under him. I then decided it was time to find a different room.

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    A(H1N1) is a subtype of influenzavirus A and the most common cause of flu in humans. In 1918 50 - 100 million people died from strains of the flu virus. In 2006 half of all reported flu infections were of the H1N1 strain. The H1N1 strains are common in birds, pigs, and humans. In April and May of 2009, several laboratory confirmed cases of H1N1 related deaths were confirmed throughout Mexico, and then it went north to the US and Canada. No one died outside of Mexico from the virus. Not at first. For awhile, it even seemed like the flu was nothing to worry about, despite the initial hype brought about by the media. Then things changed. The virus mutated.

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    Taking a break. My fingers are no longer used to typing. Guess its been a while.
    Thread by: W7F, May 2, 2009, 0 replies, in forum: Archives
  8. W7F
    And it is totally worth the wait of about two years. I've listened to it so many friggin times. Best CD they've released so far, in my opinion. Anyone here planning on buying it when it hits the streets?
    Thread by: W7F, Feb 8, 2009, 5 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  9. W7F
    Thread

    Yush!

    Its almost been a full year, but I finally got my 360 back! Of course, my Live subscription is expired, but I'm planning on getting it renewed with the month. Add me if you're bored. Here are the games I had when I got it taken away, and some new ones I just bought this afternoon:

    - Assassin's Creed
    - The Darkness
    - Marvel: Ultimate Alliance
    - Forza Motorsport 2
    - Halo 3
    - Call of Duty 4

    Just bought:

    Guitar Hero II
    Guitar Hero III
    Guitar Hero: Aerosmith
    Guitar Hero: World Tour (YAY!)
    GTA IV
    Mortal Kombat VS. DC Universe
    Fable II
    The Last Remant
    Lost Odyssey
    Oblivion
    Devil May Cry 4

    Whew... Yeah, I'm excited. I've got two cases of energy drinks (Lost & Monster FTW!), and the rest of this 4 day weekend is going to be ****ing awesome.

    GAMERTAG: W7F
    Thread by: W7F, Jan 18, 2009, 0 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  10. W7F
    Already made a thread about this band long ago, however, its been closed, and lots of changes have been made. Ronnie, the lead singer, is gone. He's had way too many run-ins with the law, and is now currently serving four years in prison. Omar also left, unable to deal with all of the stuff going on, but he's still on good terms with the band.

    Craig Mabbit, who you might remember from Bless The Fall, has replaced Ronnie for their new CD set to come out on October 21st, titled "This War Is Ours". ETF has released three music videos total, including their newest one for a song from their new album. The music videos are from newest to oldest. The last two both have Ronnie and Omar still dere. A huge shame Omar decided to leave.

    The Flood: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfO0TjJrTEU
    Situations: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USriZAMR2nA
    Not Good Enough...: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4I7Ak1N2z8
    Myspace Profile (for all you myspace whores out there): www.myspace.com/escapethefate - Submit a friend request. Replies are usually swift, and satisfying :]

    What'cha think about the new sound (those who've listened to ETF before)? When they lost Ronnie, they definitely lost some of their manic energy that I enjoyed so much, but I do think the changes are for the best. Oh yeah, they are going on tour with Chiodos, and someone else... can't remember. I might actually drive the three hours to Orlando. Oh wait, no license *kills self*
    Thread by: W7F, Oct 7, 2008, 16 replies, in forum: Music
  11. W7F
    Thread

    What if...

    ...your parents handed you $7,000 and said, "Lemme know when you're ready to buy your car, I'll drive you to the dealer." ?

    Seriously guys, I need some help. Should I buy a used compact car that haz relatively good gas mileage; or do I buy something bigger, pay more for gas, but also have enough room to later put in subs? Like, a couple twelves?
    Thread by: W7F, Oct 2, 2008, 12 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  12. W7F
    Like yeah, 39 days (including the day this was originally posted) until Halloween '08! I've been really bored lately, so I've taken up my pen to write a few tales to keep myself entertained. For the first time in a long time, ideas are literally swimming through my head. I've been trying to write them down as fast as I can, but I know I have lost a few. Out of those I got onto paper, this is one of the better ones. But not the best (in my opinion). That one will come later. Let's just say this is a warm up. Its been a long time since I've posted a story.


    1.

    In Jacksonville Beach, Florida, two hours before the full moon would reach it's peak, only two people walked the beach, arm in arm. It was around the upper 50s, cold for Halloween night. The sky was crystal clear, allowing a full view of the starry heavens, their bright light flirting with the water, the two dancing as the waves moved in and out, the way a heart beats with life.

    The light breeze coming off the ocean ruffled Michael's hair as he breathed deeply, enjoying the night. He looked down at the girl leaning against him, and felt a smile force it's way onto his face. Gabby was wearing his black jacket and had the hood pulled tightly on, covering her red hair. She definitely was a Floridian: Gabby complained if it was less than 70 degrees. Michael on the other hand loved the cooler weather, and was alright in just his white T-shirt and blue jeans.

    Gabby sensed Michael looking at her, and raised her head to look at him. "You were right, the party sucked. Sorry I dragged you along."

    Gabby had been talking about her friend's party for weeks. She and her boyfriend were throwing it at her house, and had invited a lot of people, including Gabby. Michael really hadn't wanted to go, but Gabby had wanted to go, and that was enough for him. When they got there, they quickly found out the main form of entertainment was a couple dozen bongs, and a roofie-punch bowl.

    "Don't wory about it," he said, adding, "at least I got to do something this year. Last year I sat around in my boxers eating Cheetos."

    Gabby chuckled, and then said, "You were right about the party, and coming to the beach. I never realized how beautiful it was here at night..."

    "Well, I'm always righ- ouch!" Gabby smacked him in the stomach playfully. Rubbing the sore spot, "I come here a lot, and there's almost never anyone here. Its peaceful, helps me think a lot. Thought I'd share it with you." He nudged her as he said the last bit, causing her to lean away from him. She pushed him back, and the next thing Gabby knew, she was on the ground squealing with laughter as he tickled her. Michael knew her too well, and was able to reach all of her sensitive spots. By the time he had her flip flops off, tears were streaming down the sides of her face.

    "Alr- ahahaha! I g-give, I GIVE!" Michael stopped, and sat back in the sand, breathing hard, laughing in between each gulp for air. Gabby's usually straight red hair was a mess, falling down each side of her face. Her big green eyes, lit up with tears and laughter, her face flushed... "What are you staring at?"

    "You, of course. You managed to get my jacket all sandy. Do you know how much I paid for that!?"

    "You like, attacked me! You should be saying sorry to me!"

    "Hmm... I guess you're right for once." Michael stood up, went over to Gabby and held his hand out. She clasped his hand, and he pulled her up. After she was on her feet, Michael still wouldn't let go of her hand. She tried to lightly pull away from him so she could get all the sand off of his jacket, but he jerked her arm, causing her to fall against him again. He looked into her eyes, seemingly searching for something. His face started to come closer. Gabby closed her eyes, and turned her face up more, lips reaching out...

    "I deeply apologize for tickling you and enjoying every second of it," Michael whispered an inch from her face. Gabby opened an eye and was met with Michael's lopsided grin that she had come to like so much. Nevertheless, she shoved him to the ground.

    "You *******," she looked down at the boy clutching his sides at her feet, laughing again. "You should know not to mess with my emotions like that."

    He sobered up, and with a straight face said, "I guess if I called you bipolar..."

    Gabby sighed, "Are you ever serious?" She sat in the sand next to him, honestly wondering what she was going to do with this maniac.

    "Would you rather I be serious?" Suddenly, Michael was almost moping. He was tracing something in the sand with his index finger, and not meeting her eyes.

    "I dunno, I guess not. 'Cuz then you wouldn't be you, and I guess that would get rid of one of the reasons I said yes when you asked me out." This was a side of him she'd never seen.

    Michael seemed to be really thinking about something. In a rush, "I never really knew why you said yes. I asked you out as a dare. I had been expecting a quick 'No, loser.'" Her mouth fell open slightly, and Michael looked at the sky as he continued, "And to think the hottest girl in school said yes... I ended up letting my friend keep the money he was going to give me after I did it, thinking it was wrong. I always liked you, I was just afraid to risk getting rejected. If you had rejected me, at least I could've salvaged some of my pride, pretending I did it for the money, so I went with it. After these two weeks, though, I think... I love you." He finally faced her with a weak smile. "So. Just ask, and I'll do anything."

    Gabby was having a hard time processing everything. She realized she had been holding her breath for almost a minute, and quickly exhaled. A few seconds later, she also realized Michael was still waiting for a response. She took a leaf from his book, scooting closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaned against his shoulder and said, "Just sit here with me for a while. That'll make up for thinking I'm bipolar."




    2.

    An hour later, Gabby and Michael had made it back to his black Grand Am. He went around to the passenger's side, and opened the door. With a flourish, he bowed, "Your chariot awaits, madame."

    "I'm your girlfriend, not some snobbish queen," she said with a laugh.

    "Doesn't mean I can't treat you like one," Michael teased yet again.

    "If I'm the queen, you must be the servant. I wanna' foot massage." She got into the car, and put on her seat belt.

    "As long as I get to suck your big toe."

    Laughing, "Now that was disgusting." Michael closed the door and moved to the other side of the car, sliding into his seat. He dug his keys out of his pocket, and shoved them into the ignition.

    After starting up the car, "Now, where do you live again?"

    "Like you honestly forgot?"

    "Sorry, I can be a little dim sometimes. Guess we could go to that 24 hours Starbucks until I can remember?"

    "You know I love that place, but I'd better get home. Its Friday tomorrow, we've still got school. You could always take me out tomorrow night. Gives me something to look forward to."

    "And is this a direct order from the queen?"

    "Yep."

    "'Kay then. That coffee woulda' been nice. I'm so sleepy. I'd hate to fall asleep at the wheel," he put the car in reverse, and looked at her again.

    "Oh, shut up and drive," she said, exasperated.


    x+o+x+o+x​


    "Alright, almost home now." Michael sounded calmer than he looked. Sweat was streaming down his face. He ran over another one of those... those THINGS in the street, making a wet squishy sound as it was crunched by the tires and causing the car to rise up on its front, and then back tires for a moment. Gabby sat in her seat with her legs drawn up to her chest, head touching her knees, hood pulled tightly over her head. She was trying to block out all of the images she had seen, and knew that she would see again if she were to look up. It was the gore on the windshield that affected her the most. Congealed blood streaked the windshield where the wipers didn't reach. The mechanical arms were whirring back and forth at its highest level. It had a lot to clean each and every time Michael purposely mowed one down.

    "These guys are definitely dead, but they're walking around. How the **** did this **** happen?"

    "You're saying they're zombies?" Gabby moaned. She was easily squeamish.

    "I... it sure looks like it. I'm tempted to drive past the cemetery. Its only five blocks away from your house."

    "Bu-"

    "I dunno, maybe we won't have enough time," he said as he purposely drove onto the sidewalk to hit another one, glancing in his rearview mirror at the same time. The male zombie, halfway decomposed, rolled up the glass, and crunched against the top of the car. With a thud, it landed behind the speeding car, and rolled a few more feet before stopping. The pack of zombies following the car just walked over it.

    "Could you just... quit hitting them?"

    Michael glanced in his rearview mirror yet again, and then down at Gabby, who still hadn't realized their problem. "Uhm... No."

    "...They're after us, aren't they?"

    "Yes."

    "****!" Gabby suddenly stomped her feet on the bottom of the car, and slammed her fists on the dashboard. She looked over her shoulder, saw the horde, and then screamed, "Oh, ****!!!"

    She slumped in her seat, and began crying. Michael looked at her quickly, and then back at the road. He wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't do that with the handful of undead about fifty yards ahead of him, stumbling towards them. Suddenly, he slammed on the breaks.

    "What!? Michael, what the hell are you doing!?"

    "M-mom..." Gabby slowly turned her head from Michael, to the group in front of them. There she was, the leader of the pack, still in floral apron and her brown hair in a ponytail.

    Flour usually covered the apron, but the blood took away the normal charm and nostalgic thoughts of home an apron brings. Blood caked her mouth and her right eye was hanging out of it's socket. Michael continued to stare.

    "Michael, just drive around them. We've got to go. If they get to us, we'll end up like her!"

    He swallowed, and sat there a moment longer. A loud thump and a shifting of the car told them the first of the zombies behind them had climbed onto the back of the car. Michael hit the gas, screaming, "**** YOU!"

    The car picked up speed fast. A few seconds before impact, both Gabby and Michael closed their eyes and braced themselves. Guttural yells and several thumps told him he'd made contact. The ex-humans were thrown back, run over, and ripped apart. A loud crunch of glass made Gabby open her eyes, and scream. Michael looked to see what was wrong. His mother's one-eyed gaze met his. Her head had hit the windshield so hard, it had cracked the glass. Then, it was dislodged from the windshield by the wipers.

    "Oh shi-! Michael, stop!"

    He looked just in time to see a brick wall racing up at him. They'd reached the end of the street. He pulled hard on the wheel to the right. It turned a full 90 degrees before the wheels locked up. Tires screeching, the car took out a fire hydrant, a geyser instantly forming, and then Michael's side of the car crashed into the wall. A sickening splat - the zombie must've still been on top of the car - followed soon after. The bloody remains slid down the brick wall, and rested on top of the car again.

    Gabby took off her seatbelt, and immediately looked over to Michael. He was still sitting in his chair, but leaning against the car door. His face was turned away from her. He wasn't moving. "Michael," Gabby's voice broke, "Michael are you alright?"

    "Yeah, I'm fine. Just don't come over here. Actually, I think it might be a good idea for the queen to leave."

    Gabby laughed, tears falling down the sides of her face, "Well, in case you forgot, we've got a problem here." He still hadn't moved.

    "I no longer have a problem, just you. You need to leave."

    "With you coming along."

    "Can't. Sorry Gabby."

    Now she was almost sobbing. "No, you're coming with me dammit." She crawled across her seat and leaned over him, needing him to move. She finally got to look into his eyes. Well, eye. She fell back into her seat, choking. Coughing and spluttering, she kicked open her door, and immediately threw up into the water puddle already forming from the hydrant.

    Michael's entire left side was embedded in the twisted metal of the car door.

    "I did not want that to be your last memory of me," he laughed, then continued, "I look even worse than my mom did. Speaking of which, Gabby, you need to run. Go to your house, barricade yourself in. After checking your family, of course." He laughed again. "Just make sure you don't go to the mall. The zombies might wanna' go on a shopping spree, get some new threads. Go, I'll... I'll slow them down."

    Gabby leaned across the seat again, and kissed him on his remaining cheek. "I love you."

    "The Queen, falling for the servant? Blasphemy! Hurry up, go. You're not exactly the fastest runner in our P.E. class." A series of convulsions racked his body, and then suddenly he went still.

    She stepped out of the car, avoiding her dinner, and looked at the slow moving forms coming up the street. They were two blocks away. She looked back at Michael one final time, tried to wipe away the tears, failed, and then began to run.


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    Meh, its 3:13 a.m. I'm tired as hell. There should be two more chapters coming up real soon. I just need to take a small break. Read if you like, dun read if you dun like.
    Thread by: W7F, Sep 22, 2008, 0 replies, in forum: Archives
  13. W7F
    I've been counting down to Halloween since July, and I can now say that Halloween is close! 49 days away! I ish excited. So, I busted out the gear, and some appropriate music yesterday. I also suddenly remembered a band I had found on myspace last year, called Creature Feature. It consists of two "official" members, one on guitar and vocals, the other using a piano, mixing and synthesizing the songs. They are two huge horror movie buffs/fanatics, who took their obsession of the dark and dreary to the next level, writing songs about their favorite subject. Check out their page, see what you think. While music wise, they aren't anything overly amazing, they are unique at the fact that they give Halloween, one of the most unsung holidays (President's Day wins, I think), some decent songs.

    http://www.myspace.com/creaturefeaturemusic
    Thread by: W7F, Sep 13, 2008, 2 replies, in forum: Music
  14. W7F
    Thread

    Bai nao.

    I've been on a vacation from hell for the past 15 days, but I've at least had internet access. Now, I'm going to be entirely without internet for the next two weeks or so. I think I might survive, but if my withdrawals get too serious, I might try to find a library or something. Even though I just came back to the site a week ago, bye. D:
    Thread by: W7F, Jul 1, 2008, 6 replies, in forum: Departure Hall
  15. W7F
    This thread is dead. The story is being entirely rewritten. 'Cuz, ya' know, its getting close to Halloween. Must. Make. Scary. Story.
    Thread by: W7F, Feb 20, 2008, 0 replies, in forum: Archives
  16. W7F
    2/18/08

    Ending is finally up. 'Tis lame. Dun worry about it.

    2/17/08 . . . Later on.

    Part 2 betch.

    2/17/08

    So liek, what happened was...

    1. I got bored. Normally a common occurence, but on a Saturday night? That's rare matey. But then again, I'm grounded, so I guess fate has brought this all together.

    2. I decided that for once, I'll do my English homework at home instead of during Chemistry class. That my friends, is anything but a common occurence.

    3. I have a cold, and I haven't been feeling well, so as usual, I took a couple few gulps of Tylenol Cold AM (PM puts me to sleep, which is bad). Can you hear their euphoria?

    4. Like I've said, I'm grounded. That means no 360. I was staring at the ceiling before I started writing this, and thinking of how I should be trying to get all 1000 G from Call of Duty 4 (I still can't beat Mile Hgh Club on Veteran), when I began thinking of some of my PS2 games, which I haven't played in a even longer bit o' time. God of War 1 and 2, FFXII, DDR:SN, and then, I thought of Kingom Hearts. I almost began to cry. Then I got on this site, then I decided homework time. Yeah, this site is getting that boring to me now. . . Anyway, KH stuck with me as I began to write to the prompt "Someone is in your house..." Of course, when I turn this in on Tuesday (No school Monday, thank fuxing God!), I will eliminate the KH elements, but the storyline overall will stay intact. Grade me, pl0x.

    Someone Is In Your House​




    Part 1​


    Sora shot up in bed, intently listening. There it was again, a loud *thud*. Was someone trying to get into his house? Sweat springing up on his forhead, the brunette threw back his covers and slid out of bed. He crept across his bedroom floor, stepping over the discarded clothes, and almost tripped over his desk chair. He pushed it aside quietly, and then reached the door. Sora reached out and gripped the doorknob, slowly twisting it to the right, hoping that it wouldn't squeak. After what seemed an hour to Sora, the knob was turned as far as it could go, and he pulled the door open a crack. Darkness was all that greeted him.

    Suddenly, a light from downstairs flicked on. The dark hall was now bathed in a grayish haze. Sora stood motionless for a few more moments, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom. Finally, he opened the door a tad more, and then slid through the gap. To his left: a wall with a picture of Kairi, Riku, Selphie, Tidus, Wakka and he on the beach; his right: a stretch of hallway ended by his parent's bedroom, and a staircase. He tiptoed to their open room, and peered into the inky blackness. After another brightness adjustment, Sora saw to his excitement that both his parents were still a sleep. He hadn't had any real action since his adventures to find Riku and save Kairi. His dad just then let out a huge snore.

    Then, a crash so loud it seemed the kitchen's refrigerator had exploded came from downstairs. Sora jumped, and as quietly as possible dashed down the stairs to the first landing. He looked down the next set of stairs, to the living room, and saw no movement whatsoever. The front door, right next to the staircase, was ajar, however. The porch light filtered in, bathing the bottom half of the staircase in a harsh orange glow. The boy glanced back up the steps, to his parent's room. No movement there, either. Somehow, the commotion had gone on unbeknownst to them. Sora slunk down the final steps, holding the wooden banister, and lightly leapt onto the carpeted living room floor from the second landing (when going down), and softly closed the door.

    Sora snaked across the living room, dodging around the coffee table, plasma television, couch, and finally came level with a recliner. From the recliner, one could see a portion of the kitchen through an open archway. What graced his eyes was burned into his memory forever. Three 2-Liters of orange soda lay empty but a few drops on the tiled floor; an empty tub of Sea-Salt Ice Cream and a spoon sticking out of it; a box of Twinkies, of Ho Hos, Ding Dongs, and Suzy Q's; A splat of what he hoped was ketchup was on a wall, normally green, by a window covered with blinds, an empty package of Oscar Mayer bologna on the floor underneath; Pence on his hands and knees over a fallen box of Mike and Ike; an... empty laundry detergent bottle? And... WAIT A MINUTE!!!

    Yes, Pence was kneeling in front of a box of Mike and Ike candies, its contents spewed all over the floor. He bent over even more, bringing his face closer to the tile, and began sucking up all of the candy as if he were a Hoover. Sora shoved his whole fist in his mouth, stifling his laughter. He ran up stairs as fast as he could, entered his room, and grabbed his cell phone off his desk. The brunette exited his room, and slid down the banister to the first floor. Chuckling with glee, Sora snuck back to his previous position.

    Pence had already made short work of the candy. He was currently slumped over on his stomach, near the ice cream tub. With a groan, he reached over and grabbed the spoon, a hopeful look on his face. Success! A little bit left on the spoon. He lifted the spoon, and brought it to his mouth with seemingly great effort, and licked it clean. Sora snapped a picture, and could barely stop himself from keeling over right there. Pence, his mission accomplished, rolled over onto his back, and flopped his arm onto the tile with a smack, sending the spoon clattering across the floor; putting him in a perfect spread-eagled position, or more like a beached whale. The slightly pudgy kid was now three times as big as Sora remembered him.

    "I...I think I'll just rest here a bi..." the satisfied boy trailed off, already drifting off to Sleepyland.

    "Not if you explode from all of that ice cream first," Sora burst out. Then, he clapped his hand over his mouth, and lost it. He fell backwards onto his butt, and started silently laughing, tears streaming down his cheeks.


    End Part 1


    Part 2​


    Pence hadn't given Sora any notice - seven minutes later, his snores were shaking the kitchen. After Sora had managed to pick himself off the floor, he decided to go and check the full damage. He carefully stepped around the various food containers, and finally made it around the archway, and the row of counters that had been blocking his view. Sora's jaw hit his chest, and he took a few steps closer, not believeing his eyes, and almost stepping on Pence's face.

    The centerpiece in this Kodak Moment had to be the fridge, ripped from the wall and knocked onto its side. Everything inside was shattered, and in a large puddle of a mess in the back of it. Broccoli floated among orange juice and honey mustard, one Real Beef Frank bobbed around like a sail boat, a bowl of fruit salad his mother had prepared the day before, its contents floated among it all, but he noticed that there wasn't as much fruit as he had recalled either. Parts of this mess must've had something mixed in that the others didn't - It had become almost a paste, and a REALLY bad smell was coming from it. The shelving inside the fridge was missing, and there were craters in the puddle - as if someone had scooped up handfuls of it and... Gross. A mound of empty or almost empty boxes, bags, and containers were on all sides of the fridge, and that's when Sora noticed that every single cabinet door, the bottom row and the one above him to his right, were open; inside? Nothing.

    Suddenly, the oven beeped, announcing that a new hour had arrived. 5:00 "Five o' clock!? My dad waks up to go to work in an hour!!!" The brunette quickly flipped open his phone, and took pictures of everything he could. After he was done, he shoved it in his pocket, and turned around to face Pence. He was still sleeping like a well fed baby.

    "Pence?" Sora asked, afraid to be too loud. No reply, but he hadn't expected one. After he did what he already knew he'd have too, at least he could say that he tried to wake up the boy. Sora walked around his fallen friend, and bent down to grab bent down to grab his hands. He then gave a mighty heave... moving him maybe an inch. He gave it another go; half an inch if he was lucky. Sora leaned against his knees, already tired. All of this inactivity had gotten him out of shape. After a moment more, he scooped up Pence's limp hands, and then pulled again, finally getting him to the middle of the entryway. Sora pulled him again, and again, and again, until finally, he'd made it around the recliner, couch, and coffee table.

    They'd finally made it to the hallway in front of the stairs. A clock on the wall told Sora that it was 5:45, and he groaned. 15 minutes and his dad will be stomping down those steps, to see all of that mess... Sora shook his head quickly, sweat flying from his head, to remind him to keep moving. Sora dashed the short space to the front door, and ripped it open. No one was apparently outside, the sidewalk clear of early morning joggers. The houses across the street were completely dark.

    The brunette went back inside, grabbed Pence's his hand's for the one-thousndth ime that morning, and heaved him to the doorway. Sora stepped over the body, and then got on his knees behind Pence's feet. He grabbed the boy's grimy shoes, and pushed until Pence tipped over the doorway, and thumped once, twice, thrice down the tiny steps leading to his yard. Sora peered around the door and up the staircase. No one had awoken. Sora then went over to Pence, who was now stirring a bit.

    Eyes fluttering open, Pence said "Happy Birthday Mistah Lincoln..."

    Sora walked in front of him, and said "Pence, how'd you get here?"

    "Where didzI git?"

    "You're on Destiny Islands, where I live! How did you get from Twilight Town to here?"

    "D- do... heh heh, doo doo."

    "Do what? WHAT Pence!? I'm going to get into huge trouble from the mess you made in the kitchen!" Sora's face was turning red with anger.

    Pence, with a hand, groped for something in the air. Sora took it as meaning that he wanted him to come closer. He leaned over, and then Pence said, "Do you have any more Sea-Salt ice cream?"

    Sora, now so frustrated at his friend he didn't care, moved behind Pence's head, and took his hands again. He pulled him to the right, twisting Pence's body to make it parallel with the concrete path leading to the sidewalk and then street. He got behind the bloated kid, and said, laughing, "Have a nice trip."

    He pushed and pushed, and finally, the boy began to roll down the slight decline of his yard to the sidewalk. He made it to the sidewalk, fell off the sidewalk, and with his momentum made it to the middle of the street. Pence was too incapacitated to do much, but he did wave his arms around o let Sora know that he at least was now aware of his situation. The brunette jogged to Pence's new spot, and rolled him onto the sidewalk opposite his house, and stopped him next to a lightpole.

    Pence looked up at Sora, bleary eyed, and said, "Thanks Hayner, I owe you one." The boy's head then drooped to its side, his mouth fell open, his eyes closed, and Pence began to snore. Sora shook his head, confused, and then walked back to his house.


    End Part 2


    Le End​


    The sound of running water, muffled by the distance between the two rooms, the creak of a bed, the thump of feet still half-asleep down the stairs... and then: a silence shattering, womanly scream, causing Sora to fall out of bed in surprise.

    "What the hell!?!" he roared to his mother downstairs; and then dashed to his door, ripped it open, and preceded to run down the stairs. He entered the living room, and saw his mother rapidly pacing the living room floor. "What, what is..." then Sora's gaze drifted over to the kitchen, and his jaw fell open, eyes growing as big as plates from a buffet table.

    The brunette drunkenly shuffled towards the mess, hoping his ruse was working. He finally made it into the kitchen, and peered around the corner to see the fridge again. For the first time, he looked beyond that, to the other end of the kitchen where the pantry was, and noticed that one of the door hinges was ripped off, causing it to be skewed to one side.

    Sora was actually a little scared to look inside, and was afraid he'd begin to laugh again if he did, so he just sat down right there on the floor, indian-style, and hung his head. After a few more moments, he lifted his head up, and said to his mom, "Was anything else stolen... or eaten?" He managed to keep a straight face too, somehow.

    His mom looked at him, her eyes glazed over with shock, and then she shook her head no. More footsteps running down the stairs. Sora's father, in a robe, shouts from the foot of the stairs "Honey, you okay?"

    "Mmhmm," is all she replies before going over to the couch and sitting down. More thumping up the steps. She looks up at the ceiling and then sighs heavily, "I'm going to need some coffee, and a phone. The police are going to be hearing about this."

    A shout of surprise meets their ears, coming from their neighbor's house.


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  18. W7F
    . . . that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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  19. W7F
    12/9/07


    Liek, Hai~

    I guess its been a while since I've posted anything major, or been "seriously" active on this site. Its been even longer since I've been able to sit down, and think about anything, let alone for writing something that has nothing to do with a school assignment; but then again, I'd be lying if I said I've been doing school writing assignments recently. . . X_X

    Well, I decided to take another stab at writing a Kingdom Hearts fan fiction. Its honestly not my thing, I usually feel better connected to characters I've made myself. But. . . Sora, Kairi, Riku, Kairi, Axel, Kairi, Roxas, and Kairi are pretty sweet characters. Unfortunately, I won't be able to include all of the KH cast in my fic, it focuses on Sora and Kairi's "first" Christmas. Sadly, I am grounded, and not on here as much. Thus, the little "warning" that I was going to attempt to write something again, and post it here. I won't be able to put anything of the actual story tonight, but expect something tomorrow afternoon. Like my other fics, I will be updating sporadically, and pretty much unannounced. I will try to remember to include the fact that I updated in my sig, but don't always count on it. Oh, but another thing. Unlike my other fics, my updates will be in chapters at a time, not little segments. It also probably will be a little more organized. We'll see, I guess.

    Liek, laterz~

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    12/10/07

    Well then, it seems that I can finally have a little slot o' time where I can do some serious typing. I guess I will. I think I will organize this a tad bit differently from W7FHAX Style. To see if I had ever made any updates, one had to do much scrolling of teh sidebar, and would have to check back several times a day, because rarely did I actually say "I updated! :D", and because I kept the whole story within the first 3 posts on the first page, and would just edit those posts with a new addition to el storeh, my thread would only get bumped, when you, the kindly reader decided to mosey along, and post some nice words. Or, some constructive criticism, XD. This time, I'll post a single chapter at a time, within one post, and have a little intro at the beginning, and an outro at the end. In the first post (this one, the one you're reading) of this thread, I will have a nice little timeline, chronicling my updates. In each update where I actually posted a Chapter, I will have quoted the beginning of the chapter, so that you can simply click the quote, and you will be magically sent there. Ain't it wunnerful? I dew behleev show. Also, this will boost my post count, just a wee. DUN TELLZ ANY1!!! X_X

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    12/12/07

    Well, the effin' prologue is out of the way, so now I can get into the more Xmas-y parts. Sorry this is taking as long as it is. Believe me, my ******* ******* MOTHER ******************************** ************* **************** ******************************************** ********* ******** STUPID SACK OF MONKEY **** ***** big ****** *** ****Final exams, quarterly exams, semester exams, and unit tests are killing me. I haven't even been able to fulfill my little promise to post a chapter a day. I already know where this is going, I just can't find enough time, what with all of the studying and homework I'm not doing, to sit down and type it all out. Also, there are a few personal problems going on I'm trying to take care of. No worries though, right...? RIGHT!?!?!?

    ...So then, after I finish my 5 page Review for Algebra II *kills self*, I'll begin typing out Chapter 1. 'Spect it who the hell knows when. Depends upon how late I stay up doing this homework. I phail at Algebra... Well, at Math.

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    12/14/07

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    ..Er, sorry. Had to get that out of the way. I almost feel bubbly, for the first time evarh. I got's no school until January 2nd. Pretteh coolz. So, Its time for me to stay up all night, play video games, get hopped up on Mountain Dew and some stronger stuff (Dunkin' Donuts coffee now comes in a bag at your local grocery store. Monsters and Rockstars are still pretty effective. Sadly, after the 5th or 6th one, I can't keep my arms and hands from shaking anymore. Guess that's why on the back of the Monster can it says "Do not consume more than 3 a day", XP.), backflip off my roof, spraypaint cars, shoot my neighbor's cat with my paintball gun (lawl, Mr. Fluffykins jumps liek, 50 feet into the air), try to find where my parents hid my Xmas presents, unwrap my presents at 3 a.m., check them out, and then rewrap them, draw a mustache on my sister when she's sleeping with a Sharpie, and. . . Hmm... I guess I'll post some of my fic. I dun know, depends.

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    12/22/07

    Well, I've taken a 4-5 year break from the site, depending on whether you count in Zorbak time, or jiggehkins time. During this short break, I've beaten KH2 (for liek, the bajillionmillionth time), DDR: SuperNova, and Tony Hawk's: Project 8. Sooo, I guess I can do a wee bit of writing. I shall begin - sometime soon. Sorry for teh lazyness.
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  20. W7F
    I just wanted to wish a Happy Thanksgiving, to those who actually celebrate it (I realize probably more than half of our members dun live in America). But, then again, those who celebrate it are probably not on, 'cuz, ya' know, they are celebrating it. Soo... yeah. XD

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