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Rift Master As I walked through the dimly light corridor, I had the “Oh-shit-there’s-someone-watching-me-but-I-don’t-know-where-the-fuck-they-are” feeling. I checked the clip in my Glock for the tenth time and sighed. How the hell was I supposed to take out the Rift Master? I mean, not only is that a really stupid name, but he supposedly had God-like powers. And I had to kill him with a * pistol*? What?! Stopping mid-panic attack, I looked around for the hidden door. I had the magic bandana in which to open it with, but there were no seams, no clue as to where it could be. “Where the fuck * is* this thing?!” I

Vamp School I sat there, my head pillowed in my arms. “You really should stop doing that,” I heard a deep voice behind me. I grunted in reply. “Its not healthy to stay up all night playing video games.” Stupid annoying vampire. Couldn’t he just mind his own freaking’ business?! I lifted my head just as the teacher walked over. “Yes Mr. Fuzake?” I heard the freakishly annoying vamp ask. “Mr. Doe, it seems that you’re wanted in the office. You as well, Miss Lane.” I groaned internally and stood, grabbing my stuff. “What’d you do this time?!” I yelled once we were in the

Hell And so began my slow descent into hell. I slowly looked into the camera's view finder. Then demon in front of me winked back into existence. I looked up and once again I was blind to his naked figure. I could, however, still hear his mocking laughter. "Why won't you look at me?" He whined. "Embarrassed?" I flinched at his child-like giggles. I sighed and raised the camera. 'There *has* to be a more convinent way to see him...'

Erzsebet Bathory: Bodies in the Water. Ever since childhood, I’ve had a fear of water. That fear grew worse as the years passed, and now I can only go near clear water. So I was devastated when my father forced me to move into our other castle. The one by the sea. The day my maids and I moved, I was sick with fever. Ashly, being the sweet child she was, had laid me down in a nice shady spot near the castle. There was a small cliff jetting out from where I was set up, and under it was the sea. I found myself being pulled to the edge, by some mysterious force. I looked down and saw the churning, black waters below. Time seemed to become

Erszebet Bathory: Sex in the City. AKA: Masquerade pt. II I dragged him into my dungeon, occasionally checking that he was still alive. I must have hit him harder than I thought, because he stayed unconscious as I chained him to the wall and stripped him of his clothes. "What... happened?" He asked, waking as I tore he undergarments off. He shivered and tried to reach down and cover his manhood. His eyes widened and he looked at the chains holding his arms and legs to the wall. "Oh silly man," I chuckled. I walked over and stroked his chest. "I only want to play." I slowly slid my hand lower and dragged a finger gently down his length. I h

Erzsebet Bathory: Masquerade; Paper Faces on Parade. I’ve always had a soft spot for Masques. The thrill of being with people who dare not show their faces; the expression of oneself through costumes. I adored it all. So, as a present to myself, I held a Masque on my twenty-third birthday. My head maid decided that it would be the grandest one anyone’s ever seen. I doubted it, but I let her have her fun. My dungeon was getting slightly full anyway, and I was running out of places to hide the bodies. “My lady?” The head maid, Ashly, asked. She had led me into the ballroom and was now shifting nervously from foot to foot.

Erzsebet Bathory: Chocolate Death When I was young, I liked to melt big slabs of chocolate and pour it over everything. I loved all kinds of chocolate; the smooth, creamy white chocolate, rich, bold, dark chocolate. But my favorite, by far, was the chocolate that was the best of both worlds. I think that, if allowed, I would have bathed in chocolate as I do now in blood. Getting up from my bed, I quietly walked down to the kitchen. I casually looked out the window and realized that it was close to two in the morning. Looking away I found the bars of chocolate that my cooks had been working on all day. I broke off a piece and popped it into

Ash: Do you ever wonder whether those people in Santa's workshop are really elves? Johnny: I don't think so. Most books I've read about elves, say that they're tall and fair-haired. Not those short, fat freaks. Shadow: Maybe they're children that he kidnapped and forced to work. Ash: Why would he do that, though? Isn't he supposed to be "holly and jolly"? J: Not necessarily. What's "holly" anyway? Ash: Something that rhymes with "jolly" S: Maybe he kidnapped them because their parents owed him money. J: If that was the case, then why didn't he just kill them in a duel? The parents, I mean. Ash: Make them suffer perhaps? I'd be sufferi

"the easter bunny" Syren: since we're denouncing the holiday's figure heads, lets continue with the easter bunny. and i brought my friend! Johnny: who the frak are you? Aaron: i'm Tazara's boyfriend Aaron. why? does it matter? Shadow: well its rude of you to just join in and not tell us your name at least. Sy: shadow, shut up. J: sy, we're getting off topic. Sy: right, easter bunny. any thoughts? A: sorry. anyway i have one. why do kids go egg hunting and the holiday figure is a rabbit? rabbits don't lay eggs, do they? S: i can answer the second question. they don't lay the eggs. they- Sy: they capture ducks, birds, what ever lays e

Life with the Guys. Ash: *watching PotO* …ya know, Erik, that’s creepy. Erik: * Trying to compose in the same room as me. Silly man. * What now?! I’ve been trying to get this one verse to come out smoothly. Ash: …So? Erik: *twitch * I’ve been working on it for the past TWO HOURS! Ash: Issues. Anyway, ya know how you’ve got a “thing” for Christine? Yeah, well she’s like 50 million years younger than you. That’s really creepy. Erik: *twitching so much its like he’s having a seizure * Ash: *not paying attention to him* I wonder what ‘Two’s doing… * Half an hour la