Blightmare

Another night deprived of slumber,

Hours passing without number,

My eye trace 'round the room. I lay

Dripping sweat and now quite certain

That tonight the final curtain

Drops upon my life's short precious play.

From the darkness, by the closet

Comes a noise, much like a faucet

Makes: a madd'ning drip-drip-dripping sound.

It seems some ill-proportioned beast,

Anticipating me deceased,

Is drooling poison puddles on the ground..

A can of mace, a forty-five,

Is all I'd need to stay alive,

But no weapon lies within my sight.

Oh my gosh! A shadow's creeping,

Ominous and black, it's seeping

Slowly 'cross a moonlit square of light!

Suddenly a floorboard creak

Announces the bloodsucking freak

Is here to steal my future years away!

A sulf'rous smell now fills the room

Heralding my imm'nent doom!

A fang gleams in the dark and murky gray!

Oh, blood-red eyes a tentacles!

Throbbing, pulsing ventricles!

Mucus-oozing pores and frightful claws!

Worse, in terms of outright scariness,

Are the suckers multifarious

That grab and force you in its mighty jaws!

This disgusting aberration

Of nature needs no motivation

To devour helpless children in their beds.

Relishing despairing moans,

It chews kids up and sucks their bones,

And dissolves inside its mouth their li'l heads!

I know this 'cause I read it not

Two hours ago and then I got

The heebie-jeebies and these awful shakes.

My parents swore upon their honor

That I was safe, and not a goner.

I guess tomorrow they'll see their sad mistakes.

In the morning, they'll come in

And say, "What was that awful din

We heard last night? You kept us both from sleep!"

Only then will they surmise

The gruesomeness of my demise

And see that my remains are in a heap.

Dad will look at Mom and say,

"Too bad he had to go that way."

And Mom will look at Dad and nod assent.

Mom will add, "Still, it's fitting,

That as he was this world quitting,

He should leave another mess before he went."

They may not miss me first, I know.

They will miss me later, though,

And perhaps admit that they were wrong.

As memories of me grow dim,

They'll say, "We were too strict with him.

We should have listened to him all along."

As speedily my end approaches,

I bid a final "buenas noches"

To my best friend in the world.

Gently snoring, whiskers seeming

To sniff at smells (he must be dreaming),

He lies snuggled in the blankets curled.

HEY! WAKE UP, YOU STUPID CRETIN!

YOU GONNA SLEEP WHILE I GET EATEN?!

Suddenly the monster knows I'm not alone!

There's an animal in bed with me!

an awful beast he did not see!

The monster never would've come if he had know!

The monster, in his consternation,

Demonstrates defenestration,

And runs and runs and runs and runs away.

Rid of the pest,

I now can rest,

Thanks to my best friend, who saved the day.

Read it. Not bad, your language is very descriptive. One thing I did notice is the story seems to be moving a tad fast.

While lying on my back to make an angel in the snow,

I saw a greenish craft appear! a giant UFO!

A strange, unearthly hum it made! It hovered oeverhead!

And aliens were moving 'round in viewing ports glowing red!

I tried to run for cover, but a hook that they had low'r'd

Snagged me by my overcoat and hoisted me aboard!

Even then, I tried to fight, and though they numbered many,

I poked them in their compund eyes and pulled on their antannae!

It was no use! They dragged me to a platform, tied me up,

And wired to my cranium a fiendish suction cup!

They turned it on and current coursed across my cerebellum,

Coaxing things from my brain tissue, the things I wouldn't tell 'em!

All the math I ever learned, the numbers and equations,

Were mechanic'ly removed in this brain-draining operation!

My escape was an adventure. (I won't tell you what I did.)

But suffice to say, I cannot add, so ask some other kid.

I sold my paper hat as well. Same reason, didn't like it. It helped me get my Villain's Veil, one of the few cosmetic item's I'll actually pay to get, so idc.

I've known Lauren left before Season 2, but they're saying another story writer and some senior animators have left since the completion of S2 story-wise.

I'm pretty sure it's not gonna bite the shitter becaue of that, I just find it odd that they have such drastic staff changes so fast.

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I don't know about the legitimacy of the rumors, but it looks like they're saying that season 3 is the last they're doing and will only have 13 episodes.

http://www.equestriadaily.com/2011/11/more-season-three-information.html

This worries me.

Oh well. as long as they don't blow it I could be contented with this.

HAHA! Lying TF2 tried to pull a fast one on me by telling me the replay download failed! But it didn't! I now have me bonking a rocket jumping Fluttershy!!!

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I just got a strange Sydney Sleeper for 8 crates. XD

the guy was saying to me "thanks, but I think I kinda ripped you off"

crates are worth NOTHING to me so I wouldn't say that... XD

Now all I need to do is get the set hat and call people noobs when they body-shot kill me. Anyone know how much it sells for?

AND CHANGE IT WILL. RIGHT NOW.

I've been thinking what my cutie mark would be were I a member of Equestrian society, and all I could come up with is something construction related. There's obviously no gamers there (or video games in general) which means there would be no industry to make said games. now, I've always loved building. Lego, Kinex, anything like that (which is probably why I like level design so much) and if my life's outcome resulted in a more muscular body, I'd probably have gone into construction instead. So were I over there, since I can't build in a digital space, I guess I'd just have to build in a physical space.

I think the problem here is that some people are holding it to higher expectations than S1.

Final Fantasy 9

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Why am I always late to these parties?

 

DASHY I MISSED YOU

Irony...

Welcome back to the flock Sheeple.

It wasn't even a Trend when I did it. I just got the idea from Rarity.

*Cough* Sheeple.

For my people all have large brains covered by dome-shaped helmets, and have lung problems.

Damn it Blue, making me frantically try to suppress laughter in a library. People are giving me weird looks.

Right it the daddy bags!

I find it kinda funny that anyone would consider octopus unusual. It's common seafood like shrimps or fish and chips here in Greece.

Ah, but not everyone lives in Greece. There are some countries that eat roaches and most people still consider that unusual.

I think Pringles original intention was to make tennis balls... but on the day the rubber was supposed to show up a truckload of potatoes came. Pringles is a laid-back company, so they just said, "Fuck it, cut em up!"

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and you must be thinking rule 63. for every existing character, there exists one of the opposite gender.

A little over a year now.

I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.

630. Yeah, boring.

Granted. You love everything else too much.

I wish that I could be at an average, healthy weight, and not 10 pounds under.

I AM TEH SPRIGGANS!

Banned because wow. Narcissism aside that's a pretty good analogy.