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You go to a weird school. God I hate those dumb penguins.

Oh forget the last sentence typo.

I was happy to be with Farrox again. Knowing he was by my side gave me courage to defeat anything in his path. It was my job to protect Farrox, and I was going to be good at it. Just then the destiny figure appeared. Farrox was surprised at first but then understood who he was.

"Samwell, I have one last thing for you."

"Really? What is it?"

"Here, Its the protectors sword, mad for those who are protecting something of great importance."

Just then the figure brandished a sword like non-other. It was a broad, red sword with a black twisting snakes coming up the hilt. Inside the snakes eyes were gold designs, crafted my a master hand. I took the sword in my hands, and when I did the snake heads hissed and the blade glowed.

"Wow." I exclaimed.

"You will protect Farrox with that. Go now Samwell, Farrox. Do your duty."

And with that, he disappeared.

"Well that will certainly help us." Farrox said

"So do you have any idea were this base is?"

"Mmmm I do!" Farrox smiled, "And I know your going to love it!"

"Farrox, I don't like that smile. It tells me where were going is going to not be fun!"

Farrox just smiled and said "Lets go and I'll tell you."

And with that we were off traveling the moon.

"You will protect F

I walked out of the cabin to a figure staring at me.

"Um hey." I said, looking at the figure, he was dressed in all black and carried a glowing sword.

"Samwell, you must protect Farrox."

"How did you know my name and protecting Farrox is what I'm currently trying to do."

"I know lots, My name is Chale. I'm here to tell you your destiny."

"Oh." I said, I actually wanted to find out lots more now.

"You see, when you met Farrox you both felt an instant connection. You must protect him."

"Wait I still have a lot of unanswered questions!"

"I will take you to the moon now."

"Wait but-" It was to late, I felt light headed. Then there was black.

I walked away unsure of what to think. I wanted to go back and help Farrox....but, it just didn't feel right. Like I was being pulled into something that wasn't my war. I sat down on the ground. Then I heard a voice behind me.

"Heh."

I whirled around and saw nothing.

"HehHeh."

I turned again. Just into time to see a ghostly image of Miley.

"What the hell happened to you Miley?" I asked, studying his ghostly image.

"ITS MILES!"

"Mmmmm, dose that anger you Miley?"

"SHUT UP! You better watch it or your friend here is dead." He said with a grin

"What do you mean, your on Farrox's side, why would you want to hurt him?"

"HA! I should just kill Farrox right now If I didn't know that the power he holds could end earths existence and have me become the ultimate ruler!"

"Classic. Ultimate Ruler."

"Hmm... Good luck helping your friend! Attack him!"

Just then I was surrounded by Werewolves. I quickly mowed down the first wave with my AK. So there I was, surrounded by Werewolves. Shooting both my AK and shotgun. Hacking and slashing with my knife. Until the last Werewolf fell. I wasted no time sprinting back to the cabin, but It was too late. Farrox had already been taken away by Miley. All that remained were his weapons. I grabbed them and loaded up. I was going to save Farrox, one way or another.

I kept my eyes squinted so I still looked asleep. I stared at Farrox and Milo or Mikey or what ever the hell his name was talking. They were saying some pretty weird ass shit. I quietly felt my knife at my leg and slowly unsheathed it. They still had not noticed me. What ever Farrox and Miley were, I didn't like it. I quickly threw my knife. It flew and found its target right in Miley's forehead. He dropped to the ground. Farrox stood up but my Double Barrel was at his neck.

"Okay Farrox, here's how its gonna go." I said carefully not wanting Farrox to turn into a dragon and fly away with me.

"Your gonna give me answers and not turn into a scary dragon-monkey and eat me, si"

But, before Farrox or I could say anything more I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head. The last thing I saw was Farrox and Miley, with the knife still in his forehead, leaning over me.

"Well shit. If I'm gonna being leaving this planet on some ass-backwards adventure, I want to at least one last drink." I said stubbornly. I reached in my pocket and pulled out an old us marines canteen. I uncapped, and much to Farroxs suprise drank the whole thing.

"WHHOOOOWEE! Thats the strong stuff right there." I said, felling the burn of the alcohol.

"Thanks for sharing..."

"Oh sorry, your to young any way. Besides can't you just make a bottle of whiskey with your powers and drink that?"

Farrox did not respond but knowing that I was okay with his power gave him so relief by the look on his face.

" I think I know how to find where Travis." said Farrox

"Where?"

"The moon!"

"Your insane and need medication and whiskey!"

"Its simple! The werewolves must send messages when they howl at the moon, thats why they do it not because there part wolf but to send message!"

By the look that Farrox had seen on my face he knew I thought he was being ridiculous. I decided though, Farrox was a good friend after three hours in meeting him and that I would follow him.

"How are we gonna get to the moon?" I asked still confused about the aura powers.

"Come on I'll show you." He said, a wide grin on his face.

Farrox and I continued down the trail. I was happy to know that at least one of us had a idea of what was going on. I started to stumble and fall about 10 yards from where we started.

"Your too drunk."

"Am nauh!!" I fell over.

To my surprise Farrox picked me up and helped me walk down the trail. We came to an old cabin. My cabin.

"Hey! This muy cabin!" I yelled giddily.

"It is, now lay down right here and in the morning will continue with my plan." Farrox said looking tired himself. He set me down on the mattress and I sloppily told him how to barricade the windows and doors with the special blinds I had made. We then with in a matter of seconds, both fell asleep, weapons and all.

Hey maybe we could to a collaborative effort together. If you interested Im always willing to talk about via pm of forum.

This is actully pretty good. I would love to hear the rest.

"Maybe the person,or thing, died while they were writing it." I said still studying the inky contents of the note.

"You can't do that!" Farrox argued.

"Well thats how Jim di-" I cut myself off. My face darkend.

"Who?"

"Nevermind."

We turned and headed back outside the military base Farrox told me off the time he ran over three Werewolves on the same day with his bike. I almost questioned him about it but decided not to, seeing that he was very happy and proud of himself over the story. As we got on his bike we talked about the note.

"The handwriting was really off." I pointed out "Its shaky and as if he were in a hurry."

"Okay maybe he did die well writing i- BOOM! We both went flying of the bike. BOOOOOM! I screamed as I felt something hard peirce through my left leg. I heard loud growling and Farrox shooting his shotgun. I looked around unable to see through the smoke. Just then I heard something above me and looked up. One of the bastards was going to land right on me! I tried to move when I heard a slicing sound the beast fell in two parts next to me. In its place was Farrox standing with his sword.

"Your pretty damn handy with that sword Farrox." I said looking at his bloodied blade. Farrox just smiled happy to have his friend not crushed to pieces.

"Here let me help you-" "OUCH!" I yelled

"Whats wrong?" Farrox asked.

There was shrapnel out sticking out of my leg.

"Ohh that looks bad. What caused the explosion though?" asked Farrox, but just then we heard rustling.

Samwell Redwood

I walked out of my cabin and head down the road. About 20 minutes into my a walk I heard a loud motor noise and some headlights up ahead. They were heading strait for me! I dove out of the way and by instinct to a pot shot with by double barrel in mid air at the rider. I missed. The rider jumped of his bike and lifted a Saigon Shotgun at me. We pointed are fire arms at each other for what seemed an hour, but was only a few seconds.

He lowered weapon first. I was unsure about lowering mine but i brought it down to the point where I could snap up and shoot him in the chest If he tries anything.

"Who are you?" the man asked

"Redwood." I said "Samwell Redwood." As I looked at him I had to smile, he wasn't a man, he was just a kid!

After I learned his name was Farrox Tesamaug we decided to team up. I got on his motorcycle with him and we continued down the road. After a long while we came to old abandon military base. We both agreed it would be best to split up and search for survivors.

The military bases was full of old broken cars army helmets, which I had took two and put them in my pack, and boxes. I searched the boxes but all of them were full of old documents. One had a browing automatic pistol with no bullets. It seemed fully functional and had an extra clip. I put that in my pack as well.

An hour had past and the most interesting thing I had found that was moving was a cat. It seemed time to go find Farrox, maybe he found a survivor or at least something to shoot at.

At 2/26/11 08:07 PM, SoConfused wrote: Also...

Aha! Oh crap I can't laugh at this with a veterans flair. It just doesn't feel right when your old account says 06 and my new one says 10.

At 12/11/10 01:37 PM, MasterMerol wrote: In order to bring a bit more quality on this thread, i'm posting one of my favorite art portal submissions.
I drew it with a pencil and colored it with Flash. However, I don't color my drawings with Flash anymore.

I SEE WILSON!

You do not know how many times I have had the same conversation as you. Its so annoying! They can't just seem to mind their own business.

Name: Samwell Redwood
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Primary: AK-47
Secondary: Double Barreled sawed off shotgun.
Luck: Okay
Mele: spiked brass knuckled knife.

Samwell Redwood

I thought for one moment, that just maybe this damnation of man was a hoax. Something that normally people would see as a big joke. I would never think that in my entire life, even once would I be making my living putting bullets in big scary wolf beasts. Every night I hack, slash, and shoot my way through at least 4 of those fury shits. I sat up inside my cabin and put my headphones on. The Call of the Wild by Jack London came on. I had heard the book one two many time but it was the only thing better than hearing the loud howls of those beasts in the night. The book talked of how the dog Buck became hardened and more like a wolf than a prim and proper dog. I needed to be like Buck if I was going to survive this I needed to become something as equally powerful and as equally strong.

At 3/6/11 02:17 PM, Gagsy wrote: For a merely $100? Not worth it.

I know! A lot of people kill for less.

Keep a journal about how the world is changing around me. Idk. Maybe go eat a burger.

But your forum sig has pictures that almost show us tits. So could you almost show us your tits?

If this was a bit longer I would make it a Wiki.

I wonder where to he came up with the questions?

At 2/22/11 07:13 PM, zalecot wrote: the growth of water bound fungal spores or algea colonies in the water...

But what if you keep it refrigerated wouldn't that prevent the algae from growing.

Well i havent been here and awhile. I did this on paper then brought it to photo-shop.

At 7/29/10 10:27 PM, Pixonimateo wrote: went a little like this

Dadada DA duh da duh! Areosmith!

At 1/16/11 02:00 PM, Otto wrote:

At 1/16/11 01:59 PM, simon wrote: Those kind of ads disappear at 10,000 posts.

It's true.

Darn now I want Ten Thousand Posts

At 1/16/11 01:54 PM, Prinzy2 wrote: I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul that I'm better than you.

I would finish but I could never here the chorus so....

At 1/16/11 01:28 PM, Yukin wrote: How to solve this problem

Step 1 Don't watch it

The End

I don't get it?

At 1/13/11 08:56 PM, Floofs wrote:

At 1/13/11 08:52 PM, klik wrote: Time to plunge shit up

I liked the T-shirt.

Same here.

Then why are you on it?

At 1/15/11 05:10 PM, third wrote: because america tries too hard to be different

Which makes us all the same.

At 1/10/11 10:33 PM, The-Psycho-Ragdoller wrote: This topic reminds me of Jeff.

That's part of the reason why I made a new account. Jeff was a weird dude.