Corey

How about Requiem Of A Dream. That movie, in general, makes you think. But I'm sincerely interested what happens to the white guy after [spoiler]he loses his arm.[/spoiler] (I appologise for not remembering his name.)

I'm saddened, but only as saddened as a horribly worried individual can be. I look forward to the next segment.

Well if the world ends I'd be rather dissapointed that I never owned a CD Burner. I'm definitly going to stay up for it, even though I'm going to be on vacation. *readies telescope* I've always been entranced by Mars.

Sounds like one of those... Problems. This is a perfect example of how gossip is bad.

I believe everyone has had a dream in which they get shot at least once.

I'd like to say that I'd remain here forever, but I can already feel myself slowly pulling away from OB to do more things with my life. After I end my OB days I'd like to keep in touch with those members I've gotten to know well, [list]Dragon Warrior (Gavyn) Raiha (D'Ann) Barra (Other Corey) Juu (Juu) Mist (Evelyn) Mitch (Mitch)[/list] However, it probbaly won't happen. Speaking realistically, OB is like highschool. Sooner or later you will leave and lose touch with a lot of your friends, no matter how good they are. There are those exceptions. I'd really like to keep in touch with Evelyn and Gavyn especially. And Rai, the trip to Venice is still on... If it hasn't sunk by the time we get there.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Fall [/i] [B]Has anyone ever had a dream one night, and then encounteredparts of it throughout the next day? Tha happened to me a few days ago.. and nights...[/B][/QUOTE] I don't know what the true terminology for that is, but I call it Lucid Precognition. I also experiance this often, but I don't realize that I had dreamed it untill it happens. I'll be sitting there playing videogames and I'll come upon a part that seems oddly familiar even though I have never played it before. The feeling is usually that of deja vu. Then I can tell you exactly what is going to happen next. I can tell you who is going ot say what. I can tell you if I will win the battle or not. I can tell you any number of things that wil happen five to ten seconds after the feeling starts. We are both precognitives, only on a very small scale.

Well someone has a ten year plan... The last dream I remember is one in which I was riding my brand new Diamondback BMX bike. I would ride it down a very large, smooth hill. At the bottom was a nice riamp that would launch me into the air so I could pull off some seriously sick tricks. I landed very funny after doing a trick and somehow bounced into a parking lot. I was then grinding this handrail when a very large grey stretch limo attempted to run me over. I ran and got away only to find i had lost one of my arms. After realizeing this I immediately fell off my bike and smashed my head open. I stood up and felt my face with my remaining hand only to find a mass of blood and tissue where my forehead would be. Then I woke up. The reason for the completely strange dream was the painkillers I was on for the removal of my wisdom teeth. The reason for the headwound was I had rammed my head into the wall while sleeping. It was so bad that I got a bruise and made the injury a part of my dream.

[b]Dragoon:[/b] Name: Esrie Fortune Age: 57 Gender: Male Desc: Esrie stands at sixfoot seven and twohundred and seven pounds. He has piercing silver eyes and shoulder legnth silver hair. His normal clothing consists of simple garments of drab colors. His Dragoon form dons him with a beautiful suit of white armor. Black cloth covers the rest of his body underneath the armor. Across his head he wears a circlet with a rather large teal Dragoon eye upon it. Element: Light Weapon: A rod of steel bladed on both ends.

Esrie paced his room. He had commited a crime punishable by death. Not only had he tolen from the armory, he had left the castle, entered his mitresses room unsummoned, attempted murder, and defied his nature... Yet he did not feel bad. Revultion had surged through his veins. He wanted to kill the demon. He had, and still did, want to slay the beast. But he couldn't... White elfs were weak. They were bred for pampering, not fighting. He stopped in front of the mirror again, examining his eyes. They had turned a shade of violet sometime during his thoughtless acts. Esrie rubbed them again and began pacing. He did not feel bad of what he did. What he felt bad about was not destroying the creature and being overpowered so easily. He knew he would have to appologise to Vondeux. That was something that could not be avoided. Perhaps... Perhaps she would go easy on him... [b]Esrie-[/b] "Doubtful..." He turned and walkd into his lavatory. Scented oils lined the shelfing in the small room. He picked up a few and rubbed them across his body. Esrie inhaled deeply and let the scents 'work their magic'. They calmed him slightly. With that, he walked out of his room and into the hall. A gaurd immediately began following him as he made his way to the throne room to recieve his punishment.

There are far to many people on these boards that have helped me or influenced me in some way to put into a list. You all know exactly who you are. And I hope each and everyone of you know that you will never leave my thoughts.

[b]Esrie-[/b] "No. It is an interesting game. But I cannot afford anymore losses. Gooday..." Esrie walked east.

Discard Queen Number 10

Discard King Number- 2

Discard Queen. Number- 2

Discard King. Number= 7

Esrie shrugged. [b]Esrie-[/b] "Why not."

[b]Esrie-[/b] "Sure..." Esrie was weary of this man. He seemed far to happy in a world of thieves.

Esrie moved west away from Loidchester, hoping to do a bit more training before the day was over.

Esrie walked up to one of the Elfs (Elf 1) and thrust Avric into his hands. He dumped the imp feed on the ground and walked urgetnly back out of town.

Esrie stepped into Loidchester.

I thought it was a bird.

Esrie had finnaly managed to crawl his way into the bathroom. He swallowed a couple asprin and ambled into the kitchen, determined not to look in the mirrors of his house. He stuck his head in the fridge and pulled out a package of balogna. It was slightly old and dry. He ate it anyway feeling slightly sick when it went down. His body didn't want food. It wanted heroin. A line from a book suddenly occured to him, though where he read it was beyond him. 'The man has been infested with a demon, the demon is called HEROIN.' 'Tell me of this demon for I know it not.' Esrie shook his head and walked to his bedroom. He shuffled ildy for over ten minutes, resisting the urge to check his stash. He examined expired medicine. He looked for clean clothes. He even picked it up a little. But eventually he was on his feet pulling up the loose floorboard. He dug around for the bag he had purchased, and came up with nothing but air. Another line from the book. 'You have to go cool turkey before you go cold turkey.' 'And what do you call a junkie that just ODed?' 'You call that baked turkey.' He sighed again and stepped out onto his small balchony. The hight made his head swirl and his stomach unfold. He vomited again intot he black street below. There were people down there. But they did not look healthy. Of course, he wasn't the perfect judge. They were all probably illusions cause from the leftover stuff in his system. But they lurched. People didn't lurch. Esrie walked back into the his frontroom to find the door unhinged. He hadn't heard it open... It looked like a forced entry. He hadn't heard any kind of struggle. Illusions... All of it was an illusion. A hallucenation. He was probably higher than he thou- [b]Zombie-[/b] "Gwaaahhhh...." Esrie jumped and watched the world swim before his eyes. Something was in his apartment. It looked so real, but was probably another hallucenation. Zombies weren't real. It walked over to him and grabbed his arm. Esrie jerked it away and idly walked back into the kitchen for more balogna. He looked at his wrist to see thin scratchmarks there. A was puzzled. Hallucenations weren't supposed to hurt. It lurched at him again. Esrie grabbed a knife and slashed at the thing. His mind reeled from the movement and sent him sprawling to the ground. The zombie jumped on him. He raised his hand to ward off the creature, and was savagely bitten. Esrie screamed and satbbed the creature in the face. It twitched, seemingly to want to try and bite the human again, and collapsed. Esrie pushed it off, mesmerised by his bleeding hand.

Esrie smiled and walked back to Loidchester.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Semjaza Azazel [/i] [B]That's not what I've heard... [/B][/QUOTE] Perhaps your world, but not the entrie. Get over it. You have obviously been rejected, and plus you're attempting to woo a taken woman. You've already got two nails, and the scholarship makes three. One more and you got yourself one wonderfully sealed coffin. Get out, and get a life before you destroy yours.