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LifeIf you: ever wondered what or why, we all grow old, and then we die; The reason is, and you will see; We are all here, to simply be.Life
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Counter Strike :Composition:Counter StrikeCounter Strike :Composition:
“Prepare to fight,” demanded a booming voice. The office building was a place well hidden from the world by tall brick walls, and thick steel gates; you couldn’t escape unless you were dead.
I opened my eyes to a bright light shining through the garage door like I usually do. While nearly gagging on the stench of dampened concrete and rotting garbage, I checked all my weapons and then relaxed.
“3, 2, 1…” I thought to myself quietly…
After receiving the ‘go’ signal from command I stepped out into the freezing cold, and took a
by ~HeLPleSSPhreak
A day in de_dust2 :CompositionA Day in cs_dust2A day in de_dust2 :Composition
Shrouded in dank shades of brown, there is a place in the middle-east, a place known as cs_dust2. It is not a happy place, but more of a barren town.
A deep booming voice in the sky screams out events, as if over a loudspeaker. However, no amplifiers are visible. What is visible are scars of combat; walls are riddled with bullet holes, the ground covered in explosive residue, and there are many seemingly random splatters of blood on the walls.
Dead bodies lie scattered about, as if a toy a child was no longer interested in, and was simply tossed behind them. Few people remain in this d
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The Soldier :Composition:The SoldierThe Soldier :Composition:
He slowly opened his eyes, and let his gaze drift from corpse to corpse; so many were dead.
The movement of his bright blue eyes suddenly halted, and his vision rested on Corporal Randy, who lay dead; fallen over another dead gook. The Corporal's face bore an extremely horrific expression. His eyes where still open, and the sight of the dead Corporal reminded the soldier of something. It was something he had once thought of before, something that didn't make sense to him then. Something he had buried deep in his mind, simply because it was such a painful thought.
"I’m nothing special. Th
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- Current Residence: 1717 140TH AVE
- Interests: Computers, Gunsmithing, War.
- Favourite movie: StarShip Troopers
- Favourite band or musician: I don't know. I really like three day's grace.
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite artist: None
- Favourite poet or writer: None
- Favourite photographer: None
- Favourite style of art: A unique style definitly.
- Operating System: Windows XP Home Ed with SP 2
- MP3 player of choice: iPod of course.
- Shell of choice: A candy one... >.>
- Wallpaper of choice: Something interesting to look at.
- Skin of choice: Not sure what is meant, but...
- Favourite game: Counter Strike; Source, CS 1.6
- Favourite gaming platform: XBox 360, PC.
- Favourite cartoon character: God! :D He's so unrealistic it's hilarius!
- Personal Quote: "People are bad investments." - Meh.
- Tools of the Trade: My dell media keyboard n mai brains.
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/biofreak101
- Email: Livingtodie05@hotmail.com
- MSN: Livingtodie05@hotmail.com
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth
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Leaning in, she turned away. "No, I can't. I'm Sorry."
When life gives you lemons, give them back and ask for something else.
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10% luck. 20% skill. 15% concentrated power of will. 5% pleasure. 50% pain. 100% reason to remember the name.
And jeebus don't give a flying fuck. I asked. He said "nah".
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Leaning in, she turned away. "No, I can't. I'm Sorry."
When life gives you lemons, give them back and ask for something else.
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"I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. "
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Leaning in, she turned away. "No, I can't. I'm Sorry."
When life gives you lemons, give them back and ask for something else.
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