dr-fail

'I'm sorry Histoire...I can't do this anymore. Not with them fighting...!" 'A-Arfoire please...we can work this out...!' 'No...no I'm leaving...Goodbye...my only friend.'           -Arfoire and Histoire during the console wars. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alex sat on a bench in his normal form. Neptune Was pushing the wrong buttons here. Who was she To tell him what to do? She was dead and she was stupid and it was her fault! He went this far killing whoever he wanted- Whoever he NEEDED, and he survived! He was even willing to bet if he killed certain people sooner, his

'It is not death i fear, It is dying here...' -Ranse Trueman. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Neptune kept on that eerily, friendly smile. It was so like her, yet they felt like they were in such danger. When Neptune was close enough, she put each hand on one of Vert's and Blanc's shoulders, feeling unnaturally warm. Nepgear was oblivious to the chilling aura in the room. "S-sis! Where have you been?! We were so worried I-" "So how about it? We can go hang out at your Basilicoms, there's something I remember wanting to see there!" Neptune had completely ignored Nepgear with

'Forget naught the past, because the past, will forget naught you.' --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He kicked open the door to the Basilicom (really he only nudged it with his foot and he heard the hinges come loose) and stretched his arms out. "wwwereee HOOME!" she yelled with a big dorky smile. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a...tiny woman on a flying book leveling a surprised glare at him. She wore a purple blouse like dress with whitish purple wings, and a weird looking head band that went around her head and smooth blond hair that curled half way. He blinked and it

'Nothing...Absolutely nothing.' Thats all he saw...or heard. Or felt...well he did feel something. Hunger. And it wasn't for no fancy lad snack cakes like his sister always tried to get him to eat (not that he really minded). No. The only thing he ate- the only thing the Monster Of Manhattan ever ate- was meat. The rare kind. Where its screaming for help and trying to get away. He wasn't a cannibal...well he was if you considered redlight. But he wasn't human... He was the Blacklight virus. He was Alex Mercer ...He was a hungry pile of slime. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 'Nothing...A