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  <title>a look at insanity</title>
  <subtitle>Xix</subtitle>
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    <title>Story</title>
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    <content type="html">White Isle was a small settlement in the north central Albyon. I like it there, small woodland community right on the edge of “civilization”. More accurately it is on the edge of human civilization since the only thing for the next couple hundred miles that came close to what humans called civilization are a few elven settlements and even fewer shifter settlements.  There are a fair number of wild gnolls and such creatures living in the wilderness area between White Isles and the North Shield bridge. &lt;br /&gt;Due to this the settlement, and many others like it, hire private security firms to protect them from the creatures of the wilds and any enemy troops that may decide to try and invade. That’s why I am here, I am Andrew “Marrok” Hess, I am a member of the Gorgon’s Head Security Agency. My main responsibility is for patrolling the forests around White Isles.  &lt;br /&gt;I am also one of the town’s carpenters. White Isles is such a small town that most of the security forces also have secondary jobs around town. It helps the security teams get some extra money and helps the town grow.&lt;br /&gt;As I said I run the forest patrols, this is because of natural abilities and because of Dante.  Dante is a special type of dire bear, techoramcy created him so that when I wanted him to he would become nothing more then a stuffed bear and that if I needed him to be he would be a dire bear. While on patrol he was in his dire bear form. Eight feet at the shoulder and fierce as any dire bear in nature, the techromanciers who made him made him to be almost exactly like living dire bears.&lt;br /&gt;While Dante and I were on patrol when we both smelled something rotten, I have both eliven and orcish blood running through my veins along with the mostly human blood. Add on to that that I am a shifter, a were-spawn, needless to say my senses are much more acute then the normal human’s, so I was able to pick it off the wind just after Dante found it. We followed the sent off over a ridge  and saw a group of grey and backed skinned bodies.&lt;br /&gt;Even for my extraordinary eye sight I had problems seeing them clearly. I took out my eyepiece and zeroed in on them. That was when I noticed it, they were all dead. Most of them looked like they had been dead for awhile, some were even missing body parts. This could mean only one thing, zombies.&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that zombies had not been seen for the last ten years, and even then never on this continent.  &lt;br /&gt;“Dante, lets get out of here quick. We need to tell the commander right now. I think they are heading to White Isles.” I told Dante as I hopped up on his back and went back to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Commander we have a problem,  there are zombies on the move toward the town.” I said as calmly as I could. He was either to shocked by the news or I mumbled cause I had to repeat myself a few times.&lt;br /&gt;“MARROK!?!? What do you mean ZOMBIES?” the commander  asked with a crazed look in his eyes. He was frantic, he knew what it meant if there were zombies on the loose.&lt;br /&gt;“Dante and I saw a group of undead. The group had Blood Orcs and Death Trolls in it, plus half of them are missing limbs. I also saw a few elves and dwarves in the group. You and I both know the likelihood of Blood Orcs working with anyone but Blood Orcs, much less with elves of any type.” I explained, I knew the commander would realize that I was either going completely nuts or telling the truth. I also knew he would work on the assumption that I was telling the truth until he proved I was not.&lt;br /&gt;“Marrok, thank you.” He picked up the phone and called the air division of Gorgon’s Head. “Get me a fly over over the area just,” he held up his hand to indicate how many miles and I nodded in agreement “five miles north of town… Thank you.” &lt;br /&gt;The commander hung up the phone and looked at me. “The boys are sending out the best chopper we have to look at the area. In the mean time, go and get some food. I will call you first if they find anything.” &lt;br /&gt;“Ok commander, I’ll have my cell on me.” I said to the commander as I left the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my roommate Alexander Solaris to get food.  Solaris is a techromancer who specializes in fire. He is an independent contractor working for White Iles and also my roommate. He is a good guy and was dressed in his normal baggy pants, black t-shirt and black trench coat.&lt;br /&gt;“So how has your day been Marrok? Anything interesting with your patrol today?” Solaris asked as he sat down.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know, I think I saw something but I’m not sure. The commander is checking it out. You’ll know if anything happens.  How about you?” I could not tell him anything at this point for fear of someone over hearing something and causing a panic.&lt;br /&gt;“No, same old same old, been working on some new stuff though. It should be neat if it works.” Solaris started to ramble about what he was working on it but I was not interested at the time and just kept thinking about the zombies. Now it is true that I am immune because of my werecreature blood but that does not mean I can not bleed to death or be eaten alive.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden my cell phone rang, I looked at the number and knew it was from the commander. &lt;br /&gt;“Yes commander,” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“You were right, we are going to evac the entire town and leave all security units. Get Solaris and Tobias and get to the barracks.”&lt;br /&gt;“Solaris we have to go. There are zombies coming!” I said as I got up and bolted for the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the day we helped evacute the entire town and set up barricades to try and cow the zombies down the main road to the barracks when they got to town. We had everyone out of town by dusk and around midnight the first zombies come into town. &lt;br /&gt;After the zombies started to come into town we turned on the music and tried to attract them to the barracks. When they got close enough our snipers started taking pot shots at the zombies. For the next four hours I heard nothing but the pop pop pop of the rifle.&lt;br /&gt;After that the snipers took a break and let the heavy weapons guys take care of them, that means I got to play. The guys and I laid down some cover fire and took down a fair number of the zombies. The next few days went like this, sniper team took a turn then heavy weapons guys.&lt;br /&gt;During this time of sniper/heavy weapons on off a helicopter come in with a special back up team. The team included a zombie expert and a few weapons experts. The team set up and started to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;After the snipers and heavy weapons stopped switching off the leader of the back up team called a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;“Everyone listen up, over the last few days I have examined the area and set up a plan.”  The teams leader said, his name was Stefan Marshalle. “After we thin out the zombies a little more we are going to send groups out to try and find any remaining zombies that maybe still around.  I am going to divide the town up, I will make smaller teams to go out to cover these areas. You will be divided into three or four member teams.  Your assignments will be given to each later.”&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went back to our daily assignments and waited until Marshalle gave out our clearing assignments. I was given forestry detail, no big surprise there, and I was assigned to work with the sniper from the back up team, no one else. Marshalle told me to take Dante since he was our third and fourth person, being as he was as big and helpful as two people.&lt;br /&gt;The sniper was a half elven woman with dirty blonde hair and fair skin. Apparently she was a woodlands expert along with a great sniper. I decided I should go find her and talk to about what we needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;I found her coming down from the roof after a shift on sniper duty. She was in black combat boots, camouflage fatigues, and a black t-shirt, her hair was tied back in a tight bun, she looked every bit the sniper I heard she was.&lt;br /&gt;“Miss Youkey, you and I are going to be sent out to the forests around town to look for any stragglers in the forests.  We have enough time before we go to get some rest and come up with a plan. So let’s get some food and make a plan.” I said to her.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, so what do you suggest, and please call me Lexie.” She responded as we walked down to the mess hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate and made a plan we both went to our rooms and slept for a few hours and then we headed for the secret tunnel out of the barracks. The tunnel lead out from the barracks to the forests outside of town. It was built as an escape route from the town incase of something like this. We took it all the way to its end and then began to spread out into the forest.&lt;br /&gt;When we got out of the tunnel I took Dante out of my pocket and called his name. He started to grow until he was full size. Lexie and I climbed up on his back and prepared to go out for our search.&lt;br /&gt;“So this is why we are a two person team. He quite though?” Lexie asked me before she climbed up.&lt;br /&gt;“Dire bears are just as stealthy as there smaller cousin’s. He adds speed and strength, plus unless he is running at full speed he is as quite as a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;We started by heading north and then circled around the city. It was a very simple run around the city. We stayed within sight of the city the entire time and only found a few pockets of resistance while we searched for any zombies. By the time we made it back to the tunnel though it had been a long day. &lt;br /&gt;We were coming over a small hill when I smelled something rotten. All three of us turned to look in the direction of the smell. It was coming form over a small hill with brush covering it. I hopped off and motioned for the other two to be quite. &lt;br /&gt;I crawled slow up the hill and under the brush while Lexie jumped down from Dante. When I got to the top of the hill I looked over the top and notice three gnolls gathered around something. They looked normal and so I relaxed a little. It is just like gnolls to eat rotten meat.&lt;br /&gt;It figures that while I am out looking for zombies I find the gnolls that have been bothering everyone, I thought to myself.  I motioned to Lexie and Dante to come closer.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out my gun and started down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok you guys,” I said as I cam down the hill. They started to turn as I spoke. “You need to leave here or…” that’s when I noticed that they were not eating a rotten piece of meat like I had thought, they were the rotten meat eating the fresh meat.&lt;br /&gt;The three gnolls rushed me, I put six shots into the three of them before they got to me. I pulled my side sword and backed away in an attempt to get a better position. Unfortunately they were very freshly turned, they had not even started to go into reigormortis, and they jumped me.&lt;br /&gt;If I were watching the scene instead of being in it I would have been amazed. Gnolls normally can not jump forty feet distances, but all three did and landed on me. The sudden combined weight of the three of them knocked me down to the ground. I was able to stab one of them through the head with my sword as it came down on me but that still left two more.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us struggled for a little while before one of their heads blew up. I threw it off of me and noticed Lexie reloading her rifle, man she is a good shot. &lt;br /&gt;That little bit of distraction was all it took for the last gnoll to find an opening on me. The gnoll bit down on my back a got through my clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;“GGGGAAARRR!!!” that hurt like nothing else. It caused me to shift, if you’ve never seen a shifter shift it is an interesting sight to see, what is more interesting is seeing a shifter  have a dire shift. Dire shifts cause the shifter to not only shift their instincts and some small amount of physical features, like strength levels or dexterity, but their bodies. Normally I stand just below six and a half feet, in a dire shift I grow to be over seven feet tall, my clothes get really tight an uncomfortable and my animal instincts strengthen, plus the normal strength boost that shifting gives. This can be very disconcerting to some who sees it for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;But I was not thinking about that at the moment, at the moment I was thinking about the gnoll biting into my back. With this strength boost I was able to throw it off of me. There was crunching sound and I was looking down the barrel of Lexie’s rifle. &lt;br /&gt;“Wo wo wo, don’t shoot! I’m fine, I’m a shifter and therefore immune to the Z-virus. We are not demon possessed, we are not raging monsters, we are not creatures created by evil magic. We are immune to the Z-virus. We do not become raging beasts at the full moon. We are just like you but we have animal like instincts and it is completely genetic. We are not monsters, as much as lots of people might think we are. We shift true but that is only under certain stimuli and it is kinda hard to control. We are just like normal people but we have lower stress thresholds and the instincts.” Lexie started chuckling about half way through my rambling and by the end was almost laughing.  When I realized she was laughing at me I stopped talking and she pulled her shirt down so I could the top of a tattoo. &lt;br /&gt;“You’re a shifter too, right. I was rambling wasn’t I?” I asked her nervously.&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, I am a shifter. I’m not part of a pack. Let me see that shoulder. I will fix it up,” she said still laughing. She cut away the rest of the shirt away and bandaged my wound. Both of us knew I would not need the bandage by the next morning but it still cut down on the mess at the time.&lt;br /&gt;After I was fixed up we continued on to the tunnel and went back to the barracks. The entire time she would not stop harassing me about the look on my face when she had the gun pointed at me. It was not as amusing to me.&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the barracks I got a new shirt and we went to make our report.  We reported what happened and were given the order to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sweeps continued for a few days before the commander and the reenforcements’ leader decided that al of the zombies had been drawn into the city and most of those had been killed. After that we were given new orders to sweep the city in teams.&lt;br /&gt;I was sent out on an afternoon sweep. We had almost finished the sweep when it started to rain. We continued the sweep until my team leader decided the weather was to bad. We were told to go into a nearby building.&lt;br /&gt;We went into the building and cleared the ground floor. When we did not find anything we split into two groups and one went upstairs to make sure no zombies where up there and the rest, including myself, went down stairs. The basement was cleared when one of the of the team found a door leading to a sub basement.  The team went to the door and as I was going to the door I heard a creaking.&lt;br /&gt;That was went the floating sensation kicked in, and then the falling sensation and then the landing. The landing was the worst part. I did not land on the floor, I landed on top of a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;That woke the whole group up. Suddenly I was surrounded by zombies. &lt;br /&gt;“Aa guys, some help here please!” I yelled up through the hole as I tried to fight off zombies. My recently drawn sword in one hand and my gun in the other. Some went down before my six shooter ran out of bullets.&lt;br /&gt;I continued to fight off anything that came near me. The problem was that most of the zombies were so badly injured before I got there that they were crawling on the ground attacking my feet.  The plus side to this is that I can step on them and kill them, the down side was they were attacking my legs.&lt;br /&gt;Solaris started to throw fire down from above. The zombies his fire hit lit up like old dry firewood. The zombies just kept coming and coming. The rest of the team shot down the hole, zombies fell left and right but yet they still came. I started to shift, and that helped me fight longer but they still were overwhelming me. &lt;br /&gt;Eventually I passed out from blood lose and exhaustion. &lt;br /&gt;When I came to I was on a bed, with IVs and wires attached to me. I looked around and saw that I was in the medical room of the barracks. I had survived.&lt;br /&gt;“Marrok, you are up. Good.” Solaris said to me. “You have been out for only a few hours.  The doctors said the only reason you survived is because of you being a shifter. You have to stay in bed for a few days but they say you’ll be fine.”&lt;br /&gt;The next day I was able to go. They were a little bit surprised but they realized it was because of my shifter nature.  I was a freak even among my kind. &lt;br /&gt;The day after that I was told I had a new short term assignment at an outpost deep in the woods.  I was being assigned to a post near one of Gorgon Head’s training facilities. I was getting three months of intense training and deep wood work. I figured it would be a great few months.</content>
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    <title>shopping list</title>
    <published>2009-08-20T03:14:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-20T03:14:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">here is a shopping list of things i would like or would like and cant find.&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;shepherd's watch&lt;br /&gt;solar lighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for places to find(gifts for others or supplies for said gifts)&lt;br /&gt;6 ft staff of ironwood&lt;br /&gt;a set of a dozen throwing knives&lt;br /&gt;a small nice hand gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;types of skilled people i need&lt;br /&gt;an engraver &lt;br /&gt;someone who can etch wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this piont thats everything i can think of</content>
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    <title>wanted</title>
    <published>2009-07-12T17:48:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-12T17:48:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am looking for any type of quest or adventure people want to give me. send me ideas for quests and i will do as many as i can.</content>
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    <title>goals</title>
    <published>2009-07-12T17:46:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-12T17:46:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">settlement area found</content>
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    <title>cyberwerbeast @ 2009-06-16T20:35:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-17T00:36:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-17T00:36:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">catholic preist make excersisms less exciing</content>
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    <title>updated</title>
    <published>2009-06-13T03:38:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-13T03:38:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">shelter built</content>
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    <title>updated on list</title>
    <published>2009-06-09T17:54:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-09T17:54:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">updates&lt;br /&gt;spear hunting- need to find a different state to hunt in&lt;br /&gt;draculas castle- making head way on translator&lt;br /&gt;tanning- have a method to try just need the hides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add to the list&lt;br /&gt;build small settlement- finding a location</content>
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    <title>live like each day is your last</title>
    <published>2009-06-08T15:33:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-08T15:33:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i recently heard and thought about the song by nickleback about living life like its your last and it really hit me. admittely i do this more then most people but it still made me think bout how there is stuff i still havent done that i think i should before i die. so i have started to do them. and the first thing on the list is this: to all of my friends, thank you. you all have been a blessing to me and i thank God for everyone of you. life would suck with out you guys.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the list with some guesses as to when ill do them&lt;br /&gt;build my own shelter-this weekend&lt;br /&gt;spear hunt-looking into the legal stuff &lt;br /&gt;get a motorcycle-going for my perment on thrusday&lt;br /&gt;learn to tan hides-trying to get fresh hides&lt;br /&gt;make my own grab from said hides&lt;br /&gt;take a backpacking trip- my cusion invited me to go with him and his girlfriend sometime this summer&lt;br /&gt;spend a night in dracula's castle-trying to find someone i can trust who speaks romanian/is willing to come &lt;br /&gt;go out west &lt;br /&gt;get to canada&lt;br /&gt;thats about it for now but i am open to suggestions. &lt;br /&gt;live life like its you last day!</content>
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    <title>characters part 1</title>
    <published>2009-04-15T02:54:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-15T02:54:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Name: Joseph William Hart&lt;br /&gt;Alias: "Marrok"&lt;br /&gt;Call-sign: Lone Wolf&lt;br /&gt;Combat job(s):Squad Leader/Heavy Weapons/Solo Runner&lt;br /&gt;Non-combat Profession: Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;Specialties: Savager, Scout, Medic&lt;br /&gt;Race: Shifter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Alexis Selene Nikata&lt;br /&gt;Alias: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Call-sign: Sniper Wolf&lt;br /&gt;Combat job(s):Sniper/Recon/Pilot&lt;br /&gt;Non-combat Profession: &lt;br /&gt;Specialties: Scout, Medic&lt;br /&gt;Race: Shifter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to follow</content>
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    <title>retuning for who knows how long.</title>
    <published>2009-03-31T02:57:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-31T02:57:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i have returned to you once again lj.&lt;br /&gt;it has been awhile. &lt;br /&gt;a lot has change, a lot has stayed the same. over all life is simalar to the last tie i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;i still wonder who the woman who filled out my survey two years ago is. i wonder if i was who she thought i was or not. (if you read this please tell me, im crazy n things like this will bug me for years in the back of my head.)&lt;br /&gt;my love life is in much better off. &lt;br /&gt;i graduate in may&lt;br /&gt;i will miss albion.</content>
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    <title>cyberwerbeast @ 2007-08-30T09:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-30T13:11:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I HAVE A DATE WITH A VERY BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>time to ramble</title>
    <published>2007-08-14T21:14:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-14T21:14:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so upon recent introspection i have learned a lot. i have learned the reason that i miss some things so much, i have figured out the purpose of life, i have figured out why i am attracted to the people i am and why i should change my taste in women.&lt;br /&gt;the reason i hate being single is a simple one. i miss the intamacey, the feeling i get when im alone with my special someone and know that they are there because they care about me. its the trust that i feel, the knowledge that they have my back and that i have theres. the feeling that i'm the most important person in therir life, as are they in mine and that we both just want to be near each other. that is a feeling you cant get from friends or family but only from a lover. that is the feeling i miss. thats why i want to find someone, so i can regain that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;but for now i can live without it, mostly cuz i have to i guess.&lt;br /&gt;the purpose of life in my option is not pain as some would tell you but ones reaction to pain. for we all experience pain but it is how we respond to that pain that makes us who we are. if we respond by looking for the good then we inturn find less pain but if we look at the bad we find more. &lt;br /&gt;so look for the good and youll have less bad.&lt;br /&gt;the people i enjoy being around have one quility that makes me enjoy being around them. or more exctly, they lack a quaity i dislike. normality. the people i enjoy hangng out with the most are themselves and not drones of  the masses. that is what draws me to them. thank you all for being yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;why i should change my taste in women is simple. i choose dangerous, crazy, phycopathic women and its bad for my health.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt ill change it tho. theyre more fun.</content>
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    <title>cyberwerbeast @ 2007-05-27T16:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-27T21:39:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-27T21:39:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">who filled out my whatever as :-P</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberwerbeast:55411</id>
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    <title>please fill out</title>
    <published>2007-05-23T19:41:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-23T19:41:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Cujo%20Yorks"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=Cujo%20Yorks&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberwerbeast:55230</id>
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    <title>life as an anime</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T01:19:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-19T01:19:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lately i have felt like my life is more like an anime then real life. more and more im seeing people who have animal like characteristic becoming antrothropmophic animals. so i now am friends witht three cat girls, a fox girl, a duck girl some wolf people and a wide mix of other things.&lt;br /&gt;add on to that that i have more random battles then inuyasha or rurouni kenshin. i also have the crazy friends who bet on me more often then the bad guys. and the wierd things is im experiencing borderline anime physics. all i need is mechs running around and we have a mix of anime.&lt;br /&gt;so yea i am living in a anime, is this good or bad? i dont know. but it seems tobe kinda fun at this piont. i just need to get a big ass sword tat i shouldnt be able to lift but can swing around like a butter knife, a crazy ass hair style and a ton of crazy and attractive women fighting over me and wed have cujo: the anime.&lt;br /&gt;lifes crazy sometimes aint it</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberwerbeast:54996</id>
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    <title>life</title>
    <published>2007-02-08T21:14:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-08T21:14:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yea this is weird. im updating much more often now then i have for awhile. i guess it has to do with the fact that i have had a lot of time to think. with this thinking time has come many revalitions have appeared. i have realized that i think to much and then figure out the worst possible answered and decide its the one i should be reacting to, i dont listen to my own advice at times, i dont listen to my heart all the time, i feel guilt for things i hae no reason for feel guilt, and many other things. due to my recent revalations i have decide to just give up many things and and move on with life. at some piont i will have truly moved on.  i just hope its soon. also im going to stop beating myself up over things i cant control.&lt;br /&gt;Journey of a Werewolf &lt;br /&gt;The dreams and the nightmares, the truth and the lies, the blood and the tears, the strength and the weakness, the passion and the suffering, The Journey of a Werewolf. &lt;br /&gt;There is no life, without pain.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason this seems very fitting</content>
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    <title>cyberwerbeast @ 2007-02-02T11:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-02T16:06:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-02T16:06:23Z</updated>
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    <title>living in the past and masicisum</title>
    <published>2007-01-31T14:52:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-31T14:52:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have realized lately that i have two major problems. one, i am living in the past a lot of the time, and two, im an emotional masicist.&lt;br /&gt;explanation.&lt;br /&gt;living in the past.&lt;br /&gt;i have a ton of memories that come into my head at random intervals. they cause joy and pain, depending on the images. and then i continue to dwell on those thoughts for a time and remeber the past as best i can. so therefore i am living in my past.&lt;br /&gt;emotional masicism&lt;br /&gt;i have realized that i contuine to do thing, go to places and listen to sounds that bring up painful memories. every time my senses take in these stimuli i have a heaveiness in my heart that brings me down and reopens emotina scars. i realize i must move on now but to do that i must give up certain thing i love. &lt;br /&gt;should i leave th things i loved behind or continue to destroy my emotional health?</content>
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    <title>merry christmas</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T06:00:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T06:00:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so yea, im up late. as always. and i have desided to updated&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;umm&lt;br /&gt;what has been on my mind lately?&lt;br /&gt;many things, for example.&lt;br /&gt;who is the mystery girl that filled out the survey?&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing for the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;where can i find a job?&lt;br /&gt;why do i have no life?&lt;br /&gt;how come i put these in the order i was taught in grade school?&lt;br /&gt;if anyone can help me with any/all of these itd be great.&lt;br /&gt;well ttyl&lt;br /&gt;xix</content>
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    <title>updated</title>
    <published>2006-12-23T06:08:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-23T06:08:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so here is an update on m life on the whole.&lt;br /&gt;in the last four and a half months(well since right before classes started up again.&lt;br /&gt;the good&lt;br /&gt;went to my first con-was great&lt;br /&gt;dyed my hair the color ive always wanted to&lt;br /&gt;had some good sparring matchs&lt;br /&gt;read some great books&lt;br /&gt;found out how much my friends mean to me(you guys are life savers)&lt;br /&gt;the bad&lt;br /&gt;stresed to the piont of losing my hair denissity and color(its coming back now)&lt;br /&gt;gpa has dropped&lt;br /&gt;my love life is in shambals(then again its always like that)&lt;br /&gt;have no money to pay the tickets ive gotten&lt;br /&gt;lost a fw people close to me&lt;br /&gt;cars dieing very slowly&lt;br /&gt;losing my mind more then normal&lt;br /&gt;plus much more but i dont want to bore you all&lt;br /&gt;i think that covers most of it&lt;br /&gt;xix&lt;br /&gt;ps mystery girl who filled out the survery, if you have figured out if im the person you ment please tell me either way.</content>
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    <title>yea im bored</title>
    <published>2006-12-15T04:46:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-15T04:46:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everybody wonders "what if" once in a while. Just copy and paste into a message and fill it out about the person that posted this. Don't forget to be honest because no one sees this but me(and i will never tell myself). what would you do IF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived next door to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed up at your house unexpectently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was murdered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked you to marry me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hospitalized:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::WOULD YOU::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me enough to sleep in the same bed as me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a secret if i told you one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::HAVE YOU EVER::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied to make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to kill me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hated me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to tell me someting but didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondered about my sanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to do something to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::More::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe me in three words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you see us together forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna repost this to see what I say about you?</content>
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    <title>cant i have a name?</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T01:12:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T01:12:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what name do you want? the home one, the albion one, or the lj one.&lt;br /&gt;the albion one is cujo</content>
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    <title>if you see this</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T00:16:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T00:16:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">unknown girl who filled out my survey,&lt;br /&gt;you intrest me. if you could give me a name(real or fake it doesnt matter) we could talk. my im is feralbloodline&lt;br /&gt;please contact me. id like to talk with you.&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;xix&lt;br /&gt;ps please tell me where youve seen me</content>
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    <title>conclave</title>
    <published>2006-10-09T04:04:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-09T04:04:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today i got back from conclave. it was the best weekend in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;highlights&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;i danced like a physco. ask anyone there.&lt;br /&gt;hot girl complimented me on my looks. very weird it never happens&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;the best fight ever.&lt;br /&gt;th best knife fight ive ever had.&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also this was the first time i ever went anywherwe and not stuck out like a sore thumb cuz of the way i dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the best part was the people i hung out with. they are some of the most freaking awesome people ever and got to spend three days with them.&lt;br /&gt; yea it was great. theres more but i cant remember the rest right now. more later. well maybe</content>
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    <title>update</title>
    <published>2006-08-29T20:53:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-29T20:53:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well its been awhile since a real update has hit here. lets see.&lt;br /&gt;life has had its high pionts, they ended the day before school started. my summer was... interesting. most people know the story so i wont repeat it. i doubt anyone reads this anyway. if you do please just type a lil message to let me know someone on this planet sees this.&lt;br /&gt;so basicly life was hellish got better when i got here then went back to hellish.&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now</content>
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