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Constant reflections, ceaseless reminders and painful obsessions. Boil in my blood and my skin shivers with a cold flash. Her supplications are what I will savor. Deafening silence at first, then soft cries of want. Her screams muffled in silk, plastic or flesh. Her eyes, deprived of light's splendor. Her movements are at the whims of my wrist, and the gestures of my eyes.Her groans only answered with a quiet smile, and an endearing coldness. A whimper, my calling. Her skin, the object of my angers flaring glance. Flashes of bright imagined light appear in the darkness as her eyes clench tightly at my molding her into my liking. My anger she will welcome and my lack soft cruelty she'll beseech. Only her, who deserves this. Who deserves me.
Man spotted around town... in large trench. Reportedly standing in front of women and abruptly opening his Coat. Under which reportedly.. He wore nothing but a Newspaper Neatly covering his nether regions. The man has not been caught for questioning as of yet. But witnesses say that he's been sighted numerous times. So it would be safe to say, More New's Flashes are to come, after this.
... and as he shared part of his past with her, not thinking really of the situation nor being aware of more than half of her reactions he continued.
"...Yeah. Now that I look back, I did a lot of stupid things because of her". He chuckled and and then took a swig of his now cold coffee. Time had flown as they spoke. Last thing he really noticed was the temperature of his neglected drink. He glanced at her and began to wonder why she had an interesting smile on her face. "Hmm?"
The answer might have been a plane crashing through the shop's window, from how it gave an interesting amount of turbulence to his placing his cup down on the table calmly. "Would you do stupid things because of me?" She coyly responded, giggling at his sudden realization of what he had heard. Brushing a bit of hair behind her ear as if clearing her vision would heighten her ability to hear his response. She waited with a smile.
HIM:Dude...dude... -_- DUDE!! The fuck are you doin!? WTF... you're---yeah. FUCK! Wake up! you just cost us the game!
ME: What? Oh.. shit. Sorry. I saw half the team behind me. I figured they'd help me out.
HIM: Yea, you'd think that wouldn't you!?!? You've carried almost all of us through just about every game!!! Well... when you aren't murdering the fuck out your own team mates that is!
ME: Sorry... i just thought since I've been doing so well, that I'd be able to relax and the team would understand and actually try to help me out. You know? Just aide a team mate out that's been doing so well?
HIM: What the fuck is wrong with you?
ME:What? don't you ever sit back and think that maybe during a game, others on your team would appreciate being depended on? Given the chance to do significant damage and gain some standing of their own? Maybe feel like they are a part of the team and actually participating and contributing significantly to furthering our cause of Kicking the other team's Collective Ass? I mean, Come on, I feel more gamers than just me feel this way. I sure do when I'm not doing so hot during a game. I think it has Qualities and Reflections that carry on with you past this game and into real life. Where if you let others try their best, rather than power plow them over, they may gain a decent strength of their own. And maybe be the next Albert or Clinton. Who knows? Don't you think more people want that kind of a chance?
HIM: W. T. FUCK! HUh!?!? NO!!!
ME: Hmm.
HIM:No... I don't and NOT A SOUL in this match would even remotely agree with you! Kill what you see. Simple! what the hell dude.
ME: But wouldn't they at least appreciate the kills I'm not taking for myself?
HIM: They would appreciate you fucking shooting what you see in front of you! Wait NO. They would appreciate you shooting everything in front of you the moves, that ISN"T a friendly! Don't leave stragglers to be 'NICE to your team. See Enemy! Aim! Pull Trigger! Fucking Repeat!
ME: But that's just mindless. Sorry.. But I find myself thinking of lots of things when I play. Don't you?
HIM: FUCK NO!
ME: oh.
HIM:Okay... That immense amount of THINKING is just preposterous. I mean come the fuck on!
ME: What do you mean?
HIM:Really? Really? Just about every non-gamer in society calls videogams mindless! Ergo, not requiring significant, IF ANY, conscious thought processes at all.
ME: What's your point? I think too much?
HIM: umm.. NO SHIT! yes. You want something to think about? Think about? think about how you are making us gamers look bad!
ME: And pray tell, how am I doing that?
HIM: To 80 percent of Society Gaming is mindless, THUS! Your grotesque and blatant disregard for the normal order of things, upsets me greatly.Not only because you Simply FAIL to fall in line with what is expected of you as a gamer, you also fail to Gel with the Moral Quota of Societal Standards! ON TOP of costing us the game!
Me: Mhmm..... So... up for another round?
Him: yeah, Sure why not. And pay attention this time!
ME: You know I'm going to aim for you now, right?
HIM: Care to tell me something I don't already fucking know?
ME: Fuck you too, then.
HIM: GO HUG A TREE!!!
ME: Oh.. look the game started. I just pulled the trigger and something died! Am I doing good so
Don't laugh at the comparison! You are like the green apple in a red apple tree that everyone wants.
:: Smirks, shakes head and sighs::
Hmm hmm. That green apple is not that special. It still grew on an apple tree. It still has skin, as well as seeds inside, or so i imagine. It looks interesting because it sticks out. It didn't choose to be so distracting. It simply is. Whatever selfish reasons those who lay their eyes upon it conjure up to convince themselves the green apple is more desirable than the red ones, could very possibly be capricious and shallow, and before you ask me why I am so coarse with my observations, I'll tell you.
What do they plan on doing with that green apple after they attain it? Is there some special want they wish to carry out with that particular apple that the other apples won't suffice for because they are red? Is the green apple going to be treated differently once within reach? No. The green apple, if anything, has the distinct pleasure, of being the first targeted for consumption. They will eat the apple. Nothing special there, nor redeeming about that green apple. In the end, the green apple will be treated exactly the same as all the others, and nothing will remain.
Not to mention,
Those green apples, do happen to turn out kinda sour, no? :: laughs::
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