wow! its been over a week since i've surfed da SG.... oh how i miss this place. Damn life, damn sleeping too many distractions 
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Well as you can see by my profile pic i now live in appleworld. And what a sweet place it is too! Its election time again, which means al the studens have to vote for who they want to 'run' the elections.. and its out with the old in with the new. Nikolai for example won last year, and is one of the candidates this year.. so he finds out wether he's running the newspaper for another year in about 10 hours!
unfortunately the day isn't too interesting for myself.. i'll be the muppet who counts the votes and rips the ballot papers and sorts them into order. Good news is that we all get taken for a meal for doing it and FREE BOOZE! Oh i love those words (not as nice as free weed but what can ya do).
And as i'm sure you're aware, yes THalia is coming over to live with me in 12 days.. wowowowoowwowoowowowowowowowowoowowoowow
Don't really need to say much more than that. She's perfect.
GOing to be getting very drunk tonight at the election nite party! woohoo! me needs some beeeeeerrrr!!!!!.
Have fun all! will try harder to stay up-to-date with SG.
If you're having a bad day.. think of this.. imagine you were fixing some wood to a wall in an office all by yourself. Everyone had gone for lunch and you were all alone. You were using one of those nail-gun things, and as a random stray cat runs past, you misfire and securely nail your hand ot the wall.. you can't reach the phone.. what would you do?
would you
a.) pull hand outta wall and run/phone for help?
b.) wait till people get back from lunch in an hour..
c.) Shoot the stray cat in revenge and then worry about the hand!
you see? life can't be that bad can it?
607- that last tune was like AMAZING! The acid one! me loves me loves!
(edited to add Abbadons ace c: suggestion.)
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Well as you can see by my profile pic i now live in appleworld. And what a sweet place it is too! Its election time again, which means al the studens have to vote for who they want to 'run' the elections.. and its out with the old in with the new. Nikolai for example won last year, and is one of the candidates this year.. so he finds out wether he's running the newspaper for another year in about 10 hours!
unfortunately the day isn't too interesting for myself.. i'll be the muppet who counts the votes and rips the ballot papers and sorts them into order. Good news is that we all get taken for a meal for doing it and FREE BOOZE! Oh i love those words (not as nice as free weed but what can ya do).
And as i'm sure you're aware, yes THalia is coming over to live with me in 12 days.. wowowowoowwowoowowowowowowowowoowowoowow
Don't really need to say much more than that. She's perfect.
GOing to be getting very drunk tonight at the election nite party! woohoo! me needs some beeeeeerrrr!!!!!.
Have fun all! will try harder to stay up-to-date with SG.
If you're having a bad day.. think of this.. imagine you were fixing some wood to a wall in an office all by yourself. Everyone had gone for lunch and you were all alone. You were using one of those nail-gun things, and as a random stray cat runs past, you misfire and securely nail your hand ot the wall.. you can't reach the phone.. what would you do?
would you
a.) pull hand outta wall and run/phone for help?
b.) wait till people get back from lunch in an hour..
c.) Shoot the stray cat in revenge and then worry about the hand!
you see? life can't be that bad can it?
607- that last tune was like AMAZING! The acid one! me loves me loves!
(edited to add Abbadons ace c: suggestion.)
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Dont worry about it- Im telling you, Captain Colin is a good friend.
They were both standing in front of a large grey door. The sign above it stated the name of the establishment they were about to enter: the Jolly Pirate.
Located on a remote asteroid/space station, the place seemed like the sort of hangout for the worst kind of people one would hope never to encounter. Upon entering a host would surely be found of the worst thieves, cutthroats and murderers known to man.
That was not the case here.
Thieves and Cutthroats usually avoided the place, claiming that the service was terrible, the floor filthy and the beer resembling urine to an even further extent then what they were used to.
As for the Murderers- they just stayed away for fear of their lives.
Captain Colin? asked Darlek.
Well- hes a bit of a traditionalist- likes to keep the old ways of pirate hospitalityFunny guy too, Abbadon made an effort at a chuckle as if to imply some fond memories- once you get to know him
Darleks hand rose to knock on the door, only to be caught in mid-air by a nervous Abbadon- Now Dar- you remember The Rules right?!?
Yeah, I guess
No- No I guess- pay attention- no loud noises, no drunk goofiness, no asking for anything thats not hard liquor, and no talking back to the staff- or the satffs pets- DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?
Yes, yes, alright! Jeez And tell me- why did we choose this place for the meeting again?
No one would look for us here- thats guaranteed. Said Abbadon, and added almost silently- well, not unless they have a death wish. Now- follow me and do what I do. With that Abbadon knocked cautiously on the door- in a manner that suggested a subconscious desire for the place to be empty. For a few seconds the air was silent, and then from inside a soft clicking noise could be heard.
DUCK!!! shouted Abbadon and pulled his friend violently to the floor.
Shotgun- by the sound of it Said Abbadon, brushing wood splinters from his hair- I told you the man was a traditionalist- doesnt believe in phasers- you gotta love him! He took a dirty white handkerchief from his pocket and started waving it in front of the large hole that gaped in the now defunct door.
WHO THE HELL IS THIS?!? a booming voice came from inside.
Colin, mate, its me- its Abbadon
Issssss it now! What a truly pleasant surprise! Well come in- come in Darlek couldnt decide if the man sounded honestly welcoming or very dark and sarcastic.
They rose slowly from the muddy entrance and cautiously entered the room. It was a pirate bar all right- fashioned like a bad adaptation of a 17th century inn- the kind of place that was originally designed to attract poor tourists- about 50 years ago.
There was little renovation (or cleaning) done since those days.
The owner couldnt have looked more appropriate- an enormous man, with a beard as thick as a crows nest and hair which even a messy crow would have been ashamed to call home. He wore an eye-patch, had a hook for a left hand and a wooden leg for his right. On his shoulder- Darlek could not believe it- stood a parrot! It was green and attentive looking- scanning the visitors with his one eye- the other was covered in a patch similar to his masters.
The man approached Abbadon, ignoring his friend completely. He stood there for a second and then punched Abbadon in the face- knocking him down to the floor.
You lousy thieving scum! You piece of human filth! Never in my life have I met a more disgusting backstabbing vermin! You have some nerve showing your face HERE again after what you pulled last time!
Abbadon lay on the bars floor, rubbing his jaw. He looked up at the giant. Colin- let me explain- He got up slowly, holding his hands up, as if to calm his assailant down, and punched him back.
Darlek stood back, as was his custom when his friend engaged in his favorite sport. He had always considered himself a pacifist- when not behind the laser cannon of his ship that is Even his color changing suit turned green with little yellow and red peace signs floating around smoking what seemed to be tiny pipes. The two men, on the other hand, seemed quite enthusiastic about their struggle- each showing great creativity and ingenuity, using handy items as weapons- bottles, chairs, ash trays and juke boxes were flying in all directions. Above them, Captain Colins parrot was flying and shouting curses and warnings at Abbadon. Darlek was genuinely impressed with the animals vast vocabulary.
Watching the fight got him tired, and Darlek found a seat, as far away as possible from the commotion. He tried to blend well with the shadowy interior and make himself as invisible as he could, in his loud, fluorescent outfit.
Suddenly, from behind him, a female voice sounded- Would you like something to drink? He turned around to see a pretty young barmaid, in dark clothes and short cropped hair.
Oh yes- please! Id like an Orange juice. Oh shit, Im sorry! I meant- a Scotch! Yes- A Scotch, or Rum, or Vodka! Whatever Manly drink you have will be fine!
The girl laughed- Dont worry about it- Im not as strict with The Rules as my father.
Your Father?
Yes- Captain Colin
Darleks eyes fixed on the girls fetching features and turned slowly to the large mass of crude Pirateness that was the Captain. But how? he began, and realized that perhaps it was a rude question- there was a good chance she was adopted
Ahemmm I meant- Pleased to meet you- My name is Darlek.
Pleased to meet you too she laughed- reading his thoughts Im Krista.
To be continued.