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Esrie contiues east after munching on a bit of the cactus.

Esrie walked over to the cactus and hacked it to pieces with his knife. Frustration is so fun to vent... On the upside, he could see green far away on the horizon.

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Esrie sat down after quite a long run. He wanted to be sure he was far away from the Giant Goblin. The wind was already covering his tracks with sand. He sat for a moment longer, then traveled further east, now quite worried about Goblins.

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A snarl spread across Esries face. How sweet revenge would be, even if the thing was defenseless. It just sat there, sleeping in the sun. Esrie walked up slowly, drawing his knife as he did. Quietly he sliced the Imps throat. It writhed in agony, while bleeding uncontrolably.

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Esrie sighed. He was getting sick of sand. After a monotonous glance around, he moved east.

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I'm sure there are some dirt jumps somwhere around your house. There are three different dirt jump parks, all BMXer made, within biking distance of my house. Just go and taky your bike offroad a couple times and ride the trails near your house. I'm sure you'll come across some.

I hoestly ejoy both techno and trance. But only the underground stuff. Mostly everything mainstream sucks.

I believe that angels are nothing more than good tempered ghosts. However, if either of these beings could be proven to exist, I'd gladly revise my stand. Especially if they told us. *sigh* I think I may need to go to bed...

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Semjaza Azazel [/i] [B]I also suggest you take a color theory class heh. [/B][/QUOTE] That and make threads that can be debated and not answered in a few posts. I came to the conclusion that priests wear black to show that they can take the unbearable heat of summer in the name of God while others have to sit through mass swealtering because the feel they need to be there. Just a thought.

This is a first. I never thought anyone would make a BMX thread. Makes me think why I never thought of making one whilst I thought of people never thinking to make one... *points up* That's what three hours of sleep in three days gets you. Ahem... I also BMX. From what you're talking about I take it you Street Ride. Either that or you do dirt jumps. Both are excedingly fun. I have no tricks to my name as of yet, but I can get some nice air off this one dirt park near my house. And biking is quite fun, untill you're pedal breaks and you get a concussion from the resulting crash. Wear a helmet!

I bike a lot. ... ... ... ... That sounded very lame and I'm sorry.

He floated over the city. It was beautiful. The streetlights reflected on the pools of fallen rain making the streets seem to watch him as he flew overhead. He flew... And flew... And flew... Up into the clouds. Up into the heavens beyond space and time. Up into space, freely floating in nothingness. And there was... Pain... The air was being sucked from his lungs. His body crumpled and twisted in the womb of black. A million pinpricks of light seemed to laugh at him, tormenting him over his obvious stupidity of venturing into unknown territory. He tried to scream. A futile effort. Blood sprayed from his mouth, turning into crimson spheres in the weightlesness of space. He watched as his eyeball dislodged from his face and floated on the tendrils of nerves and muscle. His tounge popped like a flat cherrybomb, send a mass of bloody tissue forward. His body began to crumple. His cheeks sucked in and down his throat. His leg bones crushed and raced upward send a million tiny splinters of bone into the soft rupturing tissue of his organs. His arms bent and broke like dry kindling. He tried to scream again when his spine broke, sending him in a backwards fold. His skull fractured, impacted, and disintegrated. [b]???[/b] [b]Esrie-[/b] "AHHHH!!!" Esrie sat straight up in his chair, feeling the blood rush to his head and twisting the world around him. He leaned over the chair and vomited. Slowly the world came back into focus. He rubbed his face, wincing at the bruises in the cleft of his elbow. What day was it? He didn't know. An overdose. He had overdosed. But he was lucky. The OD could have killed him. Instead it had just induced a coma. He sat up again and waited for the bloodrush to settle. "Three days... At least... Probably more..." He groaned and attempted to stand. His legs buckled and he fell. He sat there crying and dispite his most sincere efforts, he wanted to shoot up...

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[b]Esrie-[/b] "Whatever..." Esrie tied the rod to a portion of his pack and trekked further east. The heat was exasperating. It took you by the throat and squeezed. He no longer sweated. He couldn't afford to sweat. He took pulls from his one remaining waterskin when he dared to. It would be terrible to run out of water when he was barely midway through the desert. How he longed for a tree... Just one...

"We came, we saw, we conquered." Unfortunately we will also probably abandon again. I am an antiwar person. I think it's an evil thing to do. However, Outcast, if we had not entered that country people would still be dying. Far more than have been killed by US soldiers. Uday and Qusay Hussein were evil. They had power, and the authority to carry out their wishes, and they USED IT. They raped and killed women. They had people killed that did not agree with them. They literally destroyed their own country. Unfortunately, I feel this was a very good thing to do. It goes against my stance in this pro/anti war world, but I would likewise feel bad if the tourture these people were forced to endure contiued.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sara [/i] [B][size=1]Apparently they're really [i]Asian[/i] ladybugs or something.[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] I hate those damn things. And they congregate all on one side of your house and wait. They wait for you to come out and then feast on you. *shudders* And they have suprisingly large mandibles for such a small creature.

[b]Esrie-[/b] "Wow... God does it smell... Big one too..." Esrie walked up to the deceased sandworm and examined the rod. After a moments hesitation he grabbed the rod from the body of the dead beast.

[b]Esrie-[/b] "Whatever..." He watched the kid go. Maybe he would come upon his dead body later. It wouldn't be a bad thing. The kid had a lot of cash on him. The bird was good. Quite tasteful dispite it's stringyness. Esrie packed up, grabbing the bird skull aswell, and began to walk eastward yet again.

[b]Esrie-[/b] "You think you can make it all the way to Loidchester when you fainted only this far? I don't think so. Now you can come with me, with the 100 gold as the travel expences, or you can go by yourself and possibly die. Choose. But if you come with me I will help protect you aswell. You never know what is in the desert." I glances at the bird. "The foods done too. You choose to stay and you can have some. After we eat we leave, if you choose to stay."