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Submitted by iambetteratit (View user info) at 2008-07-01 03:22:38 EDT
It's a little long, but seeing as it it my first post that isn't intended simply to piss evreyone off I think you should read it before you flame me.
"President Bradshaw"... James Bradshaw still shivered every time he thought about his new title. It had been a hard election, but his opponent had finally conceded defeat and sulked back to Vermont to lick his wounds when the votes from California had at last been counted, clearly showing Bradshaw ahead by a large enough margin to guarantee a republican victory.
The title of President of the United States had lost some of it's prestige after the bumbling of his last two predecessors Bush, and Obama. Bush the war hungry idiot had caused many problems for the party with his ill advised invasion of Iraq. He made matters even worse when three months before his term as president ended, he invaded Iran as well. James had endured months of questions, and scrutiny from the press who tried to pin the warmonger label on all republicans.
Obama, who had run for president on the platform of bringing all of the troops home, was forced to continue a war he hadn't started and didn't want. After almost thirteen years of fighting in the region, the economy finally gave out, and the US was forced to bring its entire military home. The returning soldiers returned to find a country ravaged by a weak economy, massive inflation, as well as food, and energy shortages.
In his second term as president Obama had started to turn the economy around. It was nowhere near what it was in the 1990's, but at least the people were fed for the most part, and had electricity.
James Bradshaw, a staunch republican for as long as he could remember had wanted to save the image of his party, and the economy of the nation. He hoped to build America back up to superpower status. This was however harder than it sounded. The complexity of the problems that assaulted him daily had already started ageing him. He had a few more grey hairs that he did only a few months ago, and his face was sporting a few new wrinkles.
He sat back in his chair in the oval office and looked as his desk; He had been reading a report sent to him from a doctor Williamson at NASA. He remembered the name from other proposals he had read asking for more federal funding of their projects. James had always had an interest in space, and space exploration. If the government had the resources he would have pushed for more funding, however that was not the case. The problems in his own country were to pressing for him think about spending much needed federal money on a science project.
The memo was interesting though. The Chinese Xian orbiter, a probe which the Chinese had sent to study Neptune had been destroyed by some kind of freak accident three days after it had detected a massive burst of some kind of unknown energy. "Good" he said. "Maybe they will focus on that for a while, instead of busting my balls about the deficit."
A knock on the door brought him out of his daydreams. "Enter" he said. A tall bald man in a grey suit stepped in. "Mr. President, the British PM will be landing at Andrews shortly, you need to get moving now if you want to be there on time." "I was just getting up Wells." "Marine one is on the pad and waiting for you sir" Said Wells.
The short Ride on Marine One, his personal helicopter was uneventful. He stared down at Washington in the late afternoon light; He picked out landmarks to pass the time. The capitol building, the Washington memorial, Further out and into the city proper he saw financial districts, and further still, the urban slums. "What an eyesore" he said to himself. "I have to get this turned around"
He landed at Andrews Air Force Base about fifteen minutes before Prime Minister Michael Miller was scheduled to land, and waited in the comfort of a special building reserved just for him near the tarmac. When the PM finally landed he went to greet the Prime minister. They shook hands, people took pictures, and they each gave a short speech about their reasons for the meeting. Primarily the concern they had at Russia, and China's alliance, and joint military training maneuvers. They entered their Black, bulletproof limousine, and the motorcade took off towards the white house.
Once inside, the Prime Minister and the President talked as if they were nothing but two ordinary men. They had formed close ties shortly after James had been elected. They discussed world leaders as if they were people they met at a party. "James, did you hear about the Chinese probe that went down" Miller said. "They are rather pissed about that, I spoke with one of our people in the space agency, and apparently they lost billions on that little debacle." Bradshaw couldn't help but laugh. "I have heard all about it, and between you and me, I think it's great." "It will give them something to think about other than all of the money we owe them."
It was 12:30 AM, and Bradshaw had finally been able to lay down for some sleep after a night of charming the press at a dinner function with Prime Minister Miller. He was just drifting off to sleep when suddenly there was a frantic knock at the door.
"Mr. President, It's Wells, a matter has come up that requires your immediate attention." "Shit" wells thought to himself, "what now?" "I'm coming Wells, one moment" he said. Bradshaw put on his bathrobe and slippers thinking to himself, "If only the public knew that half of these major problems were handled by a man with bed hair, and a 5 o'clock shadow wearing a bathrobe and his boxers."
Wells looked disheveled, and was speaking quickly. Whatever it was, it would have to wait until they reached the secure room, or war room as some called it. Protocol was that you never discussed matters of national security unless you were in that soundproof, underground room.
Bradshaw passed by several secret service agents and an honor guard of United States Marines, and then entered the war room. A multitude of computer screens showed everything from news reports, to video feeds from clandestine stealth UAV's. The main screens however showed the faces of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the face of another man who he didn't recognize.
"Good morning Mr. President" they said as one. "Good morning gentlemen, what do we have" said Bradshaw. The man James didn't recognize spoke "Mr. President I am doctor Fredrick Williamson from NASA, over the last twelve hours every one of our probes, and satellites in the solar system, excluding the ones in geostationary orbit around our own planet have gone silent."
Bradshaw stared at the screen, thinking this was a joke, and then he remembered that people don't wake the leader of the free world, and drag him down to the war room in the middle of the night to play a joke on him. "What happened to them all" he said. Williamson replied "We don't know Mr. President; one by one they all stopped transmitting." "The last one, a probe orbiting Mars, went silent 3 hours ago."
It was at this point, that the chairman of the Joint Chiefs stood and said "Mr. President Sir, given recent events we believe the Chinese government." On the screen showing the face of Dr. Williamson there was suddenly a commotion. All Bradshaw could make out were the words "are you sure?" "What the fuck is it?" The president spoke. "Dr. Williamson, what is going on?" "Sir, several of our geostationary satellites have picked up something massive which has just left the shadow of the moon." "The Hubble space telescope has verified that over a dozen massive objects have come out of the moon's shadow and are headed towards earth at an extremely high rate of speed."
Bradshaw was just about to respond when the screens he was just speaking to went black. After several seconds a powerful voice began speaking through the link in strangely accented English. "I am Rogal Dorn, Commander of the 198th expedition, Primarch of the seventh space marine legion. I am an emissary of the Imperium of Man, and of the master of mankind, the Emperor." "Our reconnaissance shows that your world is governed by many separate tribal leaders, however there is one body, known as the United Nations which is a council of your tribal chieftains." "I demand that this body be convened in order to hear the terms of your system's annexation by the Imperium." The voice grew harsher. "My vessels shall make for high orbit of your planet." "Any attempt by you to attack or board shall signal your defiance of the emperor's will, and will be grounds for immediate and unmerciful war." "I will speak to the council in three of your solar days, or on the fourth day I will attack."
Bradshaw sat there stunned. Nobody in the room moved, or spoke for several seconds, then the phones began ringing, and people began yelling.
The next two days were frantic, all over the world the message had been transmitted to the leaders of nations. There was a great effort to keep the press from knowing anything, while at the same time moving the global militaries to a high state of readiness. The Russians and Chinese were distrustful at first, because the voice had spoken in English; they automatically suspected an American or British trick, however due to some fantastic smooth talking from President Bradshaw they agreed to send their leaders to the UN summit.
On the third day, every leader of every Nation in the world was seated at the UN, the ominous shapes in the sky had finally caught the attention of the public, who after the military readiness had been elevated put two and two together, and riots were in full swing in several cities worldwide. Tension was high among these leaders of men. Bradshaw surveyed the room and caught the eye of Prime Minister Miller.
The head of the United Nations Security Council called for quiet as the massive screen on the wall came to life, and showed a massive figure in some kind of bulky golden armor, with short white hair, and a scarred, stern face. "This is a good start, I am glad you have wisely convened this council." "Be aware, this will not be a negotiation, the emperor will have this planet." "Your only options are submit to imperial rule, or war."
There were several shouts around the room, but they were quickly silenced by head of the Security Council Mandan. The man who had identified himself as Rogal Dorn waited for their response. Mandan stood and said "Mr. Dorn, this is a democratic council." "It will take time for us to reach a decision on this matter, and there are many questions we have about this Imperium of man."
Dorn smiled, "you have three solar hours to ask questions of my iteratiors, who spread the light of imperial truth." "At the end of that time, you will have one solar day to come up with your response." "As always if my vessels are threatened in any way, the war will begin immediately." Dorn turned and strode away. Another man approached the seat to communicate with them.
Bradshaw was amazed, either this new individual was tiny, or Dorn was absolutely massive. The elderly man barely reached his master's waist, and was perhaps one tenth the mass of the larger man, however Dorn's armor seemed to account for a good part of that mass.
During the three hours, It was explained that Millennia ago mankind had lived on a planet across the galaxy from the system that was now called Earth. The race had begun colonizing other star systems with the use of something called the warp, and warp drives, which allowed a ship to travel through some sort of alternate universe and reach its destination faster.
Then a disaster happened, this alternate universe somehow became turbulent, and interstellar travel became impossible for thousands of years. Fragments of humanity were left on their own, many reverting back to a primitive state, others being destroyed or enslaved by alien races, most forgetting their past. During this time a man called only The Emperor unified those worlds close enough to reach by standard means, and formed the Imperium of Man on the principles of no religion, and only empirical truth.
Thousands of years later when the storms in this alternate universe finally subsided, and interstellar travel was once again possible, this immortal emperor along with thousands of genetically engineered super soldiers called space marines, as well as millions upon millions of regular fighting men took to the galaxy in thousands of warships on a great crusade to reclaim the lost fragments of humanity. That crusade had brought them to Earth.
Bradshaw, along with others in the room could only stare with his mouth gaping while he heard the story. It sounded so far fetched that he could hardly believe it. Many other leaders began going mad and yelling, but they were removed from the room until the story was over.
When the small man finished his story, His face was replaced by the harsh, massive face of Rogal Dorn. "You have one day to deliberate, I will have you know that this world will be the 38th system that my legion has brought to compliance in the 19 years since we started our crusade." "Other worlds we fought were far more technologically advanced, and more densely populated." "If you choose war, you will not have a chance."
The screen went blank, and the arguing started. The Russians favored war, they were not happy with the way they were talked to, the outlawing of religion by the Imperium automatically turned almost the entire middle east to the war path. China followed suit with its allies, and within seconds over a quarter of the worlds population was steered towards war.
Bradshaw Didn't like the way Dorn spoke to them, however something inside him wanted to join this new Imperium. The thought of all this advanced technology and space travel excited him, his thoughts soon turned dark when he realized that with all of that advanced technology, the people of earth wouldn't stand much of a chance against Dorn and his legions of bio-engineered super soldiers. At the same time he did not want to seem a coward so he joined the group that was pro- war.
After only 7 hours of debate, it was settled. The world would go to war with this Imperium. It was decided that in order to stand any chance they would have to strike their enemy first, and they would have to strike him hard. The idea to launch a massive surprise barrage of nuclear cruise missiles at the gathered fleet became the plan, and those world leaders who had nuclear weapons technology sent the orders through secure means to launch all of them at this target all at once. The time was set; 5 hours before the deadline they would launch the entire planets supply of nuclear cruise missiles at the fleet in orbit.
The congregation split up, deciding that to stay together in one place presented to great a target, the time was fast approaching. Bradshaw prayed that the plan would work, because he knew if the first punch didn't knock his opponent out of the fight, there would be many, many deaths on his hands.
Two minutes to launch, Bradshaw and Miller were deep in an underground bunker in southern England. Bradshaw had wanted to get back to the US, but there just wasn't time. He could control the US military response from his current location, and that would have to do. "One minute to launch gentlemen" said one of the British analysts. "Well here we go Miller, we can't turn back now" said Bradshaw. "It's in god's hands now James" said the PM.
They watched the timer tick down, five... four... three... two... ONE........ "Launch malfunction" screamed one of the analysts, "WERE GETTING REPORTS OF LAUNCH MALFUNCTIONS WORLDWIDE!" "What the hell happened?" yelled Bradshaw "The imperials must have discovered our plans and jammed the launch sequence!" Miller yelled back "Well fix it man!"
Just then, the screen came to life showing the enraged face of Rogal Dorn. "That was extremely foolish, every man, woman, and child that resists us will be exterminated without mercy." Then the communications went out, and stopped working.
The leaders hiding in their underground bunkers did not see it, but their people did. One by one they looked up to see thousands of bright points of light in the sky. After a few seconds the points became larger, and brighter. They began to develop fiery, comet like tails as they passed through the atmosphere. It really was a beautiful sight. A few seconds later the mood went from astonished to terrified, as people began to realize these were falling objects and they were going to slam into the ground with tremendous force all around them.
People began running and hiding in whatever cover they could, and worldwide the militaries of earth took cover and prepared to fight the invaders. Several hundred feet up the objects became clearer to see. They were teardrop shaped and about the size of two city busses. Retro burners began to glow and their descent was slowed from deadly speeds to merely bone jarring. The drop- pods hit the ground, and doors exploded open.
When the doors blew open Thousands upon thousands of massive, armored human shaped things exited the drop pods in a quick rehearsed manner. The first soldiers of earth opened fire on the invaders, their bullets bouncing harmlessly off of the invaders bulky black. And yellow armor. The space marines of the seventh legion opened fire in disciplined volleys and cut down the army soldiers in seconds. This scene replayed all over the world and millions died. Massive war machines were brought to the surface on spacecraft large enough to be a football stadium.
Dorn wondered if the war machines were even necessary. The main resistance was destroyed within days, and the leaders were being found in underground bunkers, sending each other messages using a strange system that used magnets to make dashes and spaces that meant words. He was personally teleporting into these bunkers one by one with 2 squads of his elite Terminator marines to cleanse the traitorous filth that lived there. He held them in nothing but contempt. Any man who would turn his back on the emperor deserved worse than death.
Miller and Bradshaw sat in their bunker, hearing the battle reports of the slaughter of Earth's armed forces by the Imperials. They and the other heads of state kept in contact through the use of Morse code, however one by one the other heads of state had been silenced. Nobody knew what was happening to them for sure, but the worst was feared.
Reports stated that casualties on Earth's side numbered in the billions where the imperials had lost maybe 200 marines and a handful of war machines. The mood in the bunker was awful. They were all dead men and they knew it. No words were spoken anymore, they simply waited for whatever was silencing the other heads of state to come and finish them off too.
Bradshaw heard a buzzing in his ears and looked around. The others were doing it too. There was a faint blue glow in the center of the room and sharp cracks of electricity began to sound. The few honor guard who were there; locked, loaded and aimed their weapons at the blue haze.
A sharp crack sounded and all of a sudden twenty of the huge, armored space marines and the gigantic form of Rogal Dorn himself stood in the middle of the room, weapons facing outward. One of Millers' honor guard fired first. The bullet hit one of the marines in the chest. The bullet bounced off of his armor without leaving even a dent. The marines opened fire, some charged into the PM's warriors with massive chainsaws resembling swords, and hacked his men apart. Prime Minister Miller caught one of the Imperials massive .75 caliber weapon rounds in the chest and fell to the floor dead.
After only a few seconds the fight had ended. The marines were covered head to toe in the red stains of the dead men's blood. Bradshaw himself, covered in sprayed blood was the only man left alive. Dorn walked across the room drawing a sword that was as long as Bradshaw was tall. Bradshaw froze "For the Emperor!" shouted Dorn as he sliced Bradshaw's head cleanly from his neck.
The last thing Bradshaw was aware of was Dorn speaking into some device "This planet is at full Imperial compliance, inform the Emperor, the seventh legion has won a great victory." Bradshaw died to the sound of cheering.
User Reviews
Submitted by NewGuy08 (user info) at 2008-07-29 16:31:09 EDT (#)
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Submitted by iambetteratit (user info) at 2008-07-04 04:04:04 EDT (#)
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I love how evreyone is so brave when they hide behind their computer screens. Does it bother you to know that if I had the chance, I would kill your entire family without remorse?
Submitted by Sphagnum (user info) at 2008-07-04 01:25:34 EDT (#)
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Shut up, you fucking pussy.
Submitted by iambetteratit (user info) at 2008-07-03 16:05:23 EDT (#)
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big pussy? haha If only you were standing in front of me when you said that.
Submitted by Ejryuu (user info) at 2008-07-03 11:47:18 EDT (#)
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I'm not reading all that.
Submitted by myshit (user info) at 2008-07-03 11:01:05 EDT (#)
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Big pussy crying about not caring about -2's below.
Irony much?
Submitted by iambetteratit (user info) at 2008-07-02 00:49:37 EDT (#)
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Actually, I really don't have a problem with Bush, I am in the military. War is business, and business is good. I really hope were still entangled in this mess when I get out of the Corps. so I can come back as a civilian contractor doing the exact same thing for 3 or 4 times the pay, and better benifits.
Submitted by iambetteratit (user info) at 2008-07-02 00:44:48 EDT (#)
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You know I just realised a minute ago that I really don't give a fuck about the reviews that I get on this site. I think it pissed me off at first because I took the time to spell check it, and those precious wasted seconds could have been spent doing other things... like jerking off onto Experima's puckering butt hole.
I'm also pretty sure I will never be a writier of fiction, or anything else. Thank you all for helping me understand, and accept my station in life.
hell I'll even -2 this shit.
what is it the Brits say all the time? Cheers? Yeah, that.
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2008-07-01 13:39:00 EDT (#)
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I actually read it.
I don't think it is your place to speak poorly about your commander.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-07-01 13:25:42 EDT (#)
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mmmmm.... i'm not even sure where to begin here. or what to put in the middle, or for that matter where to end. so instea di'll just simply say that while this was not the worst thing I've ever read it's not good either. i guess i'll raise it to a 0
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-07-01 13:08:23 EDT (#)
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effort.
I'm sorry, I couldn't get through the whole thing.
Ok, I couldn't get past maybe the second paragraph.
Still, if you're looking for encouragement to at least *try* to post more quality, here it is.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-07-01 13:07:29 EDT (#)
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It's a little long, but seeing as it it my first post that isn't intended simply to piss evreyone off I think you should read it before you flame me.
fuck you. fuck right off and grow a pair.
i'll go read it now.
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2008-07-01 12:50:06 EDT (#)
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:'(
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-07-01 12:43:31 EDT (#)
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i was doing that before you got pubes.
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2008-07-01 12:42:55 EDT (#)
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Way to be a copy cat apollo.
That hurts my e-feelings.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-07-01 12:35:42 EDT (#)
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no, too wealthy.
i was only trying to provoke an interweb fight but you're far too reasonable!
just messing with you dude.
Submitted by iambetteratit (user info) at 2008-07-01 12:27:28 EDT (#)
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Am I in the military because I am to stupid for a real job? Nope, I just enjoy murdering foreign people and getting paid for it. Why are you a civillian, to much of a pussy to fight?
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-07-01 12:14:38 EDT (#)
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dude.
a cheese head laughed at you for being a loser.
that's like the worst insult ever.
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2008-07-01 10:37:33 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2008-07-01 10:29:24 EDT (#)
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40K fanfiction?
Dude, no. Not here. Not interested.
Not any good anyway.
Even my geek husband laughed his ass off at this and said you suck.
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You were laughed at by a Dutch. That is sad.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2008-07-01 10:29:24 EDT (#)
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40K fanfiction?
Dude, no. Not here. Not interested.
Not any good anyway.
Even my geek husband laughed his ass off at this and said you suck.
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:40:49 EDT (#)
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Submitted by The-Armed-Samurai (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:35:30 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/110169
Remember this dickwad?
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I love the pose, really I do.
You my friend fail at life. Have a pity +2
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:38:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
why are you in the military?
too stupid for a real job?
Submitted by The-Armed-Samurai (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:35:30 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/110169
Remember this dickwad?
Submitted by iambetteratit (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:33:05 EDT (#)
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no that -2 wasnt retaliatory. I wanted to pick up a few tips from some great writer, because obviously you MUST be one if you are so quick to point out flaws in my work. I just wasn't impressed by what I saw.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:30:08 EDT (#)
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is this a joke?
Submitted by iambetteratit (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:29:50 EDT (#)
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You know what this is? This is my new fuckin' haircut.
doodles you need to shave your back. After I finished fucking your wife lastnight, she started bitching about how it clogged the drain. Next time that trick opens her mouth for any reason other than to suck my dick I'm going to smack the two of you around a bit, got me?
Submitted by The-Armed-Samurai (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:27:10 EDT (#)
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doodles you whore, see my LATEST POST and stop fucking around with military boy here.
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:25:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by iambetteratit (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:19:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Awful
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Did my -2 hurt your feelings?
OR was it faggot.
http://www.ubersite.com/u/doodles you can go -2 all my other posts if it will make you feel better.
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:16:48 EDT (#)
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It's a little long, but seeing as it it my first post that isn't intended simply to piss evreyone off I think you should read it before you flame me.
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I'll pass.
You're a faggot.
Submitted by The-Armed-Samurai (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:12:43 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/117427
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Hadley is such a dumb fuck.
Submitted by GangsterSquid (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:08:25 EDT (#)
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youareworseatit
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2008-07-01 09:06:18 EDT (#)
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One thing that distracts me from most things is, Neopets. Yeah, I know, I almost feel too old to play it, but I been playing it for over 6 years. It's great for killing some time.
Anyways! Let's get onward with the journal.
Tomorrow, I have an interview! I am gonna volunteer up at a hospital, doing some office work and who knows what else just yet. :3 I wonder if this could turn into a pay job over time. I hope so, because then I could get a credit card and buy stuff off the internet like dA subs!
Visa: Please sign your name on this soul-binding looking contract with small fine print. :>
Me: OK! :3
Yep, that's pretty much it for now! ^^
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2008-07-01 08:23:45 EDT (#)
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As is my wont, before reading this I scrolled quickly through it to see if any words or phrases just caught my eye.
"Solar hours".
"Space marines".
...C'mon.
Submitted by CarterPFly (user info) at 2008-07-01 05:56:25 EDT (#)
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I read it and dispite a need for a proofread or two it was entertaining enough.
Submitted by Little_Sally (user info) at 2008-07-01 03:50:05 EDT (#)
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You were trying to do too much in too little space.
Submitted by Little_Sally (user info) at 2008-07-01 03:45:43 EDT (#)
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you make it sound like obama is a rebuplican. I'm sure there are other problems. Stay tuned.
Submitted by tloshjohnson (user info) at 2008-07-01 03:43:11 EDT (#)
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woolfe... you READ it?
Man you must be bored.
Submitted by woolfe (user info) at 2008-07-01 03:36:40 EDT (#)
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that was excruciating.
Submitted by tloshjohnson (user info) at 2008-07-01 03:30:54 EDT (#)
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It's a little long, but seeing as it it my first post that isn't intended simply to piss evreyone off I think you should read it before you flame me.
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what?
English mofo, use it.