I am the co-leader of the Anti-Pirate Movement in my area, along with my buddy viciousteichou. We have established a religion and declared One Piece *gasp* anathema. We have also begun to take steps to convert the Unspeakable Ones to the ways of the wizard, ninja, or jedi (or any combination of the three). Failing in these, we plan to destroy, pulverize, annihilate, crush, flatten, smother, decimate, obliterate, demolish, or otherwise wipe out their shrinking population. In my spare time I also summon creatures from the Nether Planes for their conversational value, and slowly but surely replace all steel objects in my home with aluminum so I can cast magnetically-based spells without interference. Interference is painful.


Maktosa's take:

The NerakanDrac is a rare species of nocturnal pigeon that feeds off the life force of unsuspecting gamers. Although it poses no great threat, caution should be taken to avoid having ones life force taken. It has become somewhat of a popular pet with the upper class. But keeping it as a pet it risky, because in time, it can drain all your life force and kill you. It has dull gray plumage with a green beak, black feet, and silver eyes


When one hides their emotions from others in order to protect them, how should they be treated when found out? Times have changed since the days of death penalties and stoning and maybe sometimes we need to show our emotions just to get through. How do we feel when a loved one cannot come to see us? Should we dwell on our loneliness, our cloud of depression made to fill that person’s absence? Or should we remember the others in our lives who may love us without our knowing? Sometimes, to make us remember our friends we have to give up our loves, even if it is for one night. So, to reiterate the point, what should one do, whose life is filled to bursting with things of luck and promise, when one small drop of depression poisons the tranquil pond of life?

I'm not so good at this, 'cas I have to say I'm usually the one doing the hiding and trying to find someone who'll at least pretend to care.But, as the hurting one I think that the attitude of others towards us should be accepting, but not encouraging. We can't become the focus of life, but we can't be excluded either. We dont need sympathy, because it's not believable from someone who's never known what it feels like; people who haven't been so far down that they see death as the better road can't lecture. They have no place to say, "I know what you're going through". What we need is someone who can see us - all of us, our whole dark self - and accept us, then remind us that we ARE worth the time, that we AREN'T useless, and that things are bad now, but we ARE NOT ALONE!



P.S. 13 of the most recent pics I've posted are MSN display pics (in the right dimensions so that bits aren't cut off). I made them myself; if you like them, you're welcome to them. Oh, yeah...the poems are all original. Please don't take them!