More hackers that are on broa PT 2! The hackers are either circled in RED or i say there name in description.
Picture #1 and #2
Ok i was at aqualand(duh) trying to do goby training. I looked in squid cause i knew there were some there i switch channels and these 2 guys were hacking. The CB was using Band of Thieves and the other the 3 hit thing. Im disappointed when i see CB hackers. U see them alot now.
I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THIS BLOG WHEN EDITING TO SHOW THIS HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE CULT OF SILVAR. ERGO, ITS ALL SILVERS FAULT =P. [/insanecaps]
Well, ITS ON NOW. Imppala embarks on the forty two hour gaming marathon he was alluding to in previous online convos. His address for the next three days is going to be Kramat Road, Orchard Plaza #01-26/27/28, Cyberdome Internet Gaming Cafe, Singapore. =P
A Horses Life
chapter one
The begining
I remember the day I was born. In the beautiful snow filled mountans of Wyoming. I could smell the sweet sent of flowers who had just bloomed. The only thing that I don’t remember is my mother. She was killed by mountan lions right after I was born. I still remember the Mountan lions faces very clearly and I have seen them since. The male leader of my herd is Zaskar. He is a huge pure black horse with a big scar accross his face. Every one of us in the herd can tell him anywere. The head female of the group was Donny. She is a white and black horse. She looks like any other horse but you can tell here any where because of her horrible temper. “Don’t do this” “stop that” “get away from me”. That seems to be all she ever said. None of us got and ever will get how Zaskar put up with here. As for me I am a tan horse with a long white mane and tail. I have many scars from numerous experiences. My name is Forest. This is because my herd found me laying down not knowing what to do in a small forest. That is one
of the places I remember most. I was tangeled up in thorn bushes and limbes from trees. Then they found me. Cut from the thorns, I took my first steps. I tumbeled to the ground as soon as I got up. Donny reasured me it was normal. I have not seen that soft side of her ever sence. Many other bad things would happen to me after that. After they found me they told me what had happened to my mother (which I already knew but listened to anyway). I didn’t really get it when I was young but as I got older I realized that I would never see my mother again. The only thing I remember about her is her face. I think it was brown with a little black spot on it. That is all I have left of her. I also remember what one of the mountan lions looked like. One time I came face to face with him. When I was about two months old he came to our herd to try to catch a meal. I later learned that he was one of the herds biggest threats. He would always come to our herd to hunt. Most of the time he would get scared of by Zaskar but one time he came after me.
Another poem. Dx (Even longer than my other one)
From the threshold a man looks in,
He cannot recognise his house.
Her departure was like a flight
And everywhere are signs of havoc.
All the rooms are in chaos;
Tears and an aching head
Prevent him from seeing
The measure of his ruin.
Since morning there has been a roaring in his ears.
Is he awake or dreaming?
Why does the thought of the sea
Keep pushing into his mind?
Really odd thing happened to me today. Someone asked me if I was a boy, or a girl. Well I almost expected this but it was still degrading. Welll I have the longest BOY hair in the school so these people came up to me during lunch (girls by the way) and asked if I was a boy, or a girl. I started yelling at them and got a detention (LAME).
I’d yell at the guy who gave me detention too because I was furious. The thing is, is that I like my hair long, but I don’t want people doing this again. If you really want to know this happened TWICE. I hate those people for getting me a detention and asking if I was male or female
D: Blah, an old poem. Hope you guys like it. (Oh noes, it’s long so be prepared) (Credit goes to my friend who gave me this poem)
I thought I must give up on life,
And turn into stone;
The desert wind quite suited me,
No heart, no mind – just bone.
I thought it would be dumb to try,
To want something again;
Wanting turns to need, and then,
Transmogrifies to pain.
I don’t exist
where you reside
My lack of existence
pains me inside.
I see myself
with you in my arms
Only to wake up
and hear the alarm
Where are you?
Where am I?
I wish to know
Before I cry
Cry forth tears
Then cry your name
While destiny jeers
As it plays this game
A sadist at best
That which controls our fate
Leaving hearts at unrest
As it closes the gate
Welcome again to our show.
We are terribly sorry about the hiatus of this very interesting show because of our extremely lazy interviewer
who contracted Interviewer’s Block.
Well, he is alright now so ON WITH THE SHOW!!!
Monster Interviews by Fenrir*applause*
Fenrir- “Thank you for tuning in to our show.”
Fenrir- “Today, we are here at The Wizard’s Tower to listen to what an old grungy wizard’s mad ideas and prophecies.”
Sunday Chaoticx convinced me that I needed to level.
No real reason behind forgetting the days before. I just remember slaughtering tons of Greemongs.
By the way, for the record, I still hate their guts. I still hate every oozing bit of them. The fact that their ones and zeros are still existing is sheer spawn rate. If it were not for that, I would have made them extinct years ago… One year… Ok….
Hello again, my fellow friends.
Tis’ I, Fenrir with a piece of good news to share.
*wonky sound*
Yep.
I have dicovered the art of FlyFF.
Short for Fly For Fun to those who cannot read acronyms.
Quite fun, actually.
Almost like RuneScape but in a more 3-D and more detailed form.
An art, I must say.
Met Nightshade in the town.
A friendly guy he is.