Bullet

"Oh shite. Where did you loose Malek? This is...shite. You can't brainwash people to like things. Think for yourself! Question authority!"

Bullet stands up with his fist in the air.

"Revolution! Evolution!"

...and sits down, with a sip of whiskey

Revolver rocks! Too bad it's full of adds nowadays...plus it is starting to be more soft-porno/erotic magazine than music mag...Not an issue goes by without something about Jenna Jameson.

And damn I am mad to myself for letting one issue with KoRn and Tool interviews slip away...

Hey...Nobody's mentioned Edgerunner! Do you guys/gals read that?

"Stone cold logic beats emotions anyday. No, no harmful side-effects."

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"well, I did leave paranoia...but it is under my control..."

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"and no, you can't trust corporations. That's why I planted some cortex-bombs to their employees...Good to have friends in high places...and in dental care"

"Flirting...Love? What are they? Somekind of *gasp* emition?Scary ####...hehehe...like I knew how to be afraid...I got my feelings removed last year in Geneve...how about you Spilt? Malek?"

Not only do I have issues with gay-hobbits, I can't even watch Smallville nowadays! So unfair. I have to stop seeing my friends...they see homosexual-things everywhere!

I think I am with Split on this one. I really don't care if the one I love is man or woman. Or so I hope (you know...I really can't tell for sure until I experience it,right?)

This homosexuality is coming out from my ears. Few of my friends are lesbians (or pseudo-lesbians or whatever) and they don't seem to get enough of saying it.

I don't even want to watch LotR:TT because of their "hobbit-gay" things.

And they constantly read gay-manga.

But don't get me wrong...nothing wrong in being what you are.

"Jarrr" Says Bullet-kind-of-thing and takes a looooooong sip from the bottle...Then water rushes into his eyes.

Bullet passes the bottle back to Split.

"Why are these dudes...you know...like...kissing and stuff?"

"And how this incident could have been avoided?! Maybe better equipment and younger men could do it! Or a f*cking C-SWAT team! Some f*cking genious decided to send two almost 50-years old farts here, where they knew might be heavily armed, heavily trained replicant! F*cking brilliant...Aren't they brilliant boys? Give'em an applause!"

While Simms foams on to Luther-my-friend Pat gives the position where he saw the skin-job a closer look, then walks where he left Gaff die. All the time he has a weird smile. Partly sad, partly psychotic.

More likely I am going to get some space for it and then abandon it completely

There IS text!

And I am not going to put anything 'clear' there...Like rules or stuff about me. They are my artsy pages...

But if I get a king-idea how to improve them...Or if you get a king idea...Tell me.

My list:

Revolver (music magazine,US)

Metal Hammer (music magazine,UK)

Blistering.com (music-site)

Soundi (music-magazine,Finnish)

Pelit (Game-magazine, Finnish) randomly

Pretty boring.

Needs work? On what? Like...eh. That is...kinda...eh.

I actually liked 'Darkside of the Spoon',but hey, that's just me...especially I liked the song 'Step'.

I also bought Ministry's 'Spinchtour '96' CD. Nice sounding, but somehow it is not as crunchy as Animositisomina (could live conditions have something to do with it? You bet)

Bullet the mix-master out.

The back-to-human Bullet looks at two empty mini-uzis and ponders if he should change the mags and empty them to his own head...then decides to join Split and the single-malt.

OOC:whaddya mean real life shouldn't effect roleplaying?

Pat gives Luther a freezing stare,but then starts to explain "Okay, I was in here, distracted for a second, because of a cat. A real f*cking cat. It had only one eye...and how do I know this?Because I was looking at it. In a blink of an eye that replicunt had shown up and shot at Gaff.Okay, Gaff goes down...I check him, but that old f*ck would have left me there and chased that little f*ck instead of calling an ambulance, so I started running...We end up to a roof top, I shoot few times, aparently I don't hit him...Then the f*cker jumps...just like f*cking that...I go and jump, but no f*cking way I can jump like that, so I end up hanging, and barely pull myself up. By that the f*ckface is already gone, and police and ambulance are own their way. I have no clue where to go, so I take it easier and walk this time." Pat stops...he's paced all the time, his eyes closed and his hands in pockets. "So I tried my f*cking best and if that's not good enough for you c*nts you can f*ck off."

Come to think of it...who's stupid idea it was to put two senior BR on this kind of job? The other one was cripple and the other an alcoholist.

I just had to bring my brainchild back to surface I want more comments (masturbation...say I've been a good boy... )

So...this could be somekind of update post...hmmm...lets see what I can kick out from this...

There is those back-buttons, but I am not completely satisfied with them (no,you can't find them easily, and they get you to wrong page...index instead of page1...bummer.)

There is text sections (3 of them...two of them are somewhat cyber,the last is just...me)

and there is a picture of me Rather cool one, I think...

And if you want to, you can go and see my father's paintings:Daddie's

(he started painting last summer!)

So please please please comment and send me e-mail (I'm getting desperate looking my empty in-box...."People hate me cuz I'm better than you, People hate me, that's a muthaf*cking truth.." Ok..enough of Murderdolls )

Umph.

EDIT:...and of course it seems that my school's server is down at the moment...how embarassing...

Oh yeah, I forgot one S.O.D ...Slaves on Dope

And now I posted this, so ppl won't notice your post, and therefor never find that group. Bohahahahahaaa!

'appy birthday lass. All niceties to you.

The baby formerly known as floating-light-eye formerly known as Bullet lights a cigarette and jumps to the table, pulls out two mini-uzis and starts shooting at the cops,through the window, yelling "Die die die my darling" (at the same time Metallica starts playing in the background)

OOC:yes,I know 'Die die my darling is Misfits' song,but I like Metallica's cover better (in fact I haven't heard Misfits version)

Do you feel safer in a room where a)everybody has a gun or where nobody has a gun (or c) where only you have a gun)?

But I think it is OK to have something to defend ones home.

And Aga..Many Finns have even more powerful 'homedefenders' ...shotguns! Bohahahaaa! oops...

Of course they use them as hunting tools, but as we have seen with these fox-girl-activist-thingies...

The baby formerly known as Bullet pulls out a Tommygun, which turn out to be a overgrown lighter. The Baby then lights a chocolate flavored 'fag' (like we britts say it,aye? )

"Oi mistah, you can't have your pudding if you don't eat your meat first! How can you have your pudding if you don't eat your meat?!"

OOC:Music trivia:Where is that line from?

S.O.D is also Stormtroopers of Death...humour-metal band. I heard about THEM yesterday...(didn't hear their music...only the name and some facts about them)

Yes,I've been listening to Tool...I practically breathe Tool...

Freakboy, there is more than that head thing.

And Malek...did you find the text parts?

I am going to add things today...like 'back' button, a picture of me and photographs of my fathers paintings (that is for him...and he wants my sister to see them...) ...and maybe something more...maybe few of my poems or something...(they are in Finnish..)

And note that those links are hidden...some of them really well hidden, because even I had hard time finding them afterwards

When the blue bolt finally hits the flowing/glowing eye-light-thingie once known as Bullet a tiny baby flies out of it. The baby has industrial coveralls and wrap-around sunglasses. The light thing slowly fades to air, while the baby staggers to a chair "excuse me, can I have a nice cup of tea?" the baby asks with perfect english accent.