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Reborn Ch. 1
 “Would I say that I fell in love with her at first sight?” he paused in thought as he took a long drag from his cigarette, and held the smoke in as if it was fueling his thoughts. “No.” Nostalgia glazed over his eyes as the smoke finally escaped through a charming smile, his eyes focusing on nothing as he was lost in the past, “I have to admit that it was lust, but not for her body, for her blood”. He let the words fill the room as he put out his cigarette slowly twisting the spark out of the cherry, and then slowly lighting another one with a slow drag.
 “You killed people?” Startled at his confession my pencil slipped out of my hand and rolled over his application and toward his side of the table that sat between us.
 “Oh heavens no!” the smoke puffed out of his nostrils with laughter as he gently bumped the pencil with the tips of his fingers rolling it back to me. “You see...” slow drag. Pause.
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The Wife - Never Said Goodbye
"That tickles!”, he laughed tiredly in the high pitch raspy tone he uses when he is being funny. I give his neck another kiss.
“It’s time to get up”, I hate to say the words ending our mini vacation.  We have spent the weekend at a resort my best friend from childhood invited us to with her timeshare. It is 9:30 and we have to be on the road by 11:00. I look at my husband’s face to see if he is awake. After 29 years of marriage I still cannot tell if his eyes are open or not under his long eyelashes. His smile tells me he’s awake and I can’t help but feel warm when looking at him. When he is happy his face is jolly, the apples of his cheeks bulge, and even with eyes closed I know his blue eyes have a peace about him.
He leans his large body up his broad shoulders sinking with the exhale of his yawn. While wiping what he calls his ‘eye snots’ out of his eyes the bed creaks as he stands up and slips his always socked feet into hi
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Inconsequential
You’re sick
We gathered around to lend a hand
We became infected with agony
The more you deny your plight
Slowly they slip away
Decaying from anguish
As you lash out in self destruction
I stand alone now
Everyone has stopped caring
As have I
I stand here with innocence on my hip
Shielding the virtuous bundle
I walk away
You’re a bitch, and you’ll die alone
You will say it’s because we were sick and weak
Refusing responsibility for the plague of your life choices
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Learning Hoosier. Ch1 The Lucky Fucking Mushroom.
This really isn't the first memory this is just the first one I have decided to record. I will have to catch up in fill in the blanks such as Becky or out first week in this house at another time. For now we are going to talk about the Lucky Mushroom.
Our bathroom has the smelly brown carpet that somewhat reminds me of the orange and brown felt couch from the 80's that my Aunt Gayle used to have (you know the one with felt cushions on the rustic over waxed wood frame). Thought I have made my best effort to remain positive about our humble abode by chanting $150 a month over and over, I cannot bring myself to not complain about this carpet to anyone who will listen even if it's my inner narrator at least every other day.
Today though, today was special. As any other female who's bladder seems to shrink when I drink coffee I headed to the bathroom to tinkle. I have to close the door to reach the toilet paper holder as it is located on the back of the door. I really should probably close
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A foreign Affair part III.2 (MoriXOC)
PREVIOUSLY
Steam flowed from Haruhi's head ," And how does he explain multiple women fawning over his every move when she already thought that he was involved with someone, now he looks like a player!"
"WE HAVE FAILED MORINOZUKA!" Tamaki cried out as his hands gestured toward Amelia with tears in her eyes running away into the indoor jungle embarrassed and hurt.
"Yeah!", the twins chimed in eyeing Kyoya suspiciously, "This was all your idea!"
Kyoya just smile slyly.
"Amelia!", everyone's eyes snapped to the emotion that poured from Mori's voice, he sprinted after her.
As the bushes stop swaying behind him thunder crashed. Kyoya eyed his watch and smiled "Perfect timing, looks like they will have to take shelter out there together, just like we should", he smiled as everyone's jaws dropped and the girls flocked in a circle around him commenting on how he was a genius.
"Let's go back I want cake!" chimed in Honey as he danced in a circle back to the main area of the water park holdin
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A foreign Afair part III.1 (OHHC MoriXOC fanfic)
Previously!
"So our dearest princess Amelia," Tamaki saw the opportunity and took it with out invite, "it seems that you are a suitress of our dearest Mori am I wrong?"
Mori let out a groan of discomfort as his eyes grew big and he froze at Tamaki's bold statement. He looked at Haruhi for help but before she could come up with a witty way to change the conversation Amelia answered.
"Oh," she blushed and kept eye contact with the table, "Well, yes, I guess you  could say that," the entire club aside from Mori began to relax. "But he is in a relationship with someone else…" her voice almost seemed hurt and Mori's jaw hit the table as everyone else fell out of their souls and laid defeated on the ground. What did she mean? Mori made a couple of exasperated sighs as he tried to find words or at least an expression to let out his confusion and heart ache.
....and now we continue
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Early the next morning the Host Club were hol
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Pt 3. There's no turning back now. (Lovers mini)
"AARON! AARON COME ON!", she frantically pumped his chest with her full body weight as she strattled him on the gurney, "AARON PLEASE! YOU PROMISED!", she called out through tears. She leaned down to his ear as she felt for a pulse even though the monitor wasn't displaying one "I love you too," she whispered so only he could hear, hoping he could hear, "I love you too I swear."
"Kaisler, it's been too long. He's gone... you gotta call it.", a hand reached gently to her shoulder and was received with an elbow to the nose breaking it.
"GET OFF ME! AARON GOD DAMN IT!" She wailed as she began dropping a hammer fist to the bloody body that laid below her, begging to start his heart again please she begged in her mind oh god please  she didn't feel the bones in her hand break as she raised both her hands above her head and drop them as hard as she could into his chest for one last chance.
The steady ringing that had filled the helicopter now began to pulse very slowly.
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Part two. The Unplanned Goodbye. (Lovers mini)
Tears welled in her eyes, this was the moment that they had talked about so many times, but it wasn't supposed to be tonight, and it wasn't supposed to be this way. Her heart swelled as her chest collapsed the confusion in her body was overwhelming as she fought for air. She dared to glance up at him. He was barren, colder than stone. He showed none of the turmoil that boiled in his heart that was threatening to leap from his chest leaving him lifeless on the floor. He showed nothing at all, and that is the moment that will haunt him the rest of his days.
She’s so brave, he thought behind an empty expression, to always show everything she felt, to always be so vulnerable. He never had exposed himself even when she’d plea he still held it all in.
“How do you change the way you are”?, the excuse he produced every time she dared him to say what he felt.
“You find the strength and you just do It”, she’d say with a cold tone that had n
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Part one. The Talk. (Lovers Mini)
“Well see, that’s the difference between you and I”
“That I hide emotion?”
“That I am not afraid to feel everything”
“Who said that I do not feel?”
“The fact that you try to keep the same face on all the time takes away from all the moments that approach you”
“Such as?”
“Now.”
“What am I missing now?”
“Me.”
“I can’t have you.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t feel me, I’ve felt you”
“I’ve felt you too”
“But yet you hide that now..”
“What do you think I am hiding?”
“That right now not so deep in your mind, you are kissing me”
“That is a memory.”
“A memory turned into a desire urging to be felt again”
“I never hid my emotion.”
“Then why do you think you’ve lost me, even in your own thoughts you feel that I am gone.”
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Chronic heartache.
How did we end up here
So close to the ledge
A place impossible to reach
Yet here we are
We are so close to falling
But we can't keep our eyes off each other
I have to back away
I need to find my way home
But you won't take your eyes off of me
How am I suppose to run way from you
Jumping isn't a choice
Goodbye is the only option
This is what defeat feels like
We will never win again
We will return to who we are
But we can never be us again
We can never forget
No matter what we want
A beautiful haunting
You linger above my mind in bed
I can't escape you when I am alone
But I would never kill you
My soul runs to you
To that place where you want us to be
But my heart stays where I belong
I am sorry you will stand there alone forever.
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Ignite 5.1
Eloise saw Evelyn freeze and instantly they all stopped in their tracks except James who attempted to quietly set down the foot he was stepping onto. Behind her Eloise heard Francis draw her bow, and she slowly pulled on her sword. Their eyes bore holes into Evelyn’s back for what felt like decades until Evelyn slowly turned to face them, and Smiled. There was no more careful stepping, as they rustled and stomped racing to the end of the tree line where Evelyn stood until they all were frozen in place in awe of the beauty before them.
The sunlight was harsh against their eyes as it bounced off the luscious leaves of the towering tree. The trunk must have been wider than any house they had ever seen. The roots tore out of the ground in places wrapping around pools of water that had vibrant lilies pouring out of them. It was beautiful; their eyes couldn’t process the colors that were captivating their minds. They slowly crept across the mossy ground peering all around them at
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A place for you and me
I'm dreaming a dream
of a place for you and me
A place for us to be
A place no one else can see.
This is where we'd call home
There's no more nights spent alone
We know we'd never leave
Every choice made for keeps
Here you'll always be by my side
No more countdowns until we arrive
There's no telling us no
Every choice becomes a go
I'm dreaming a dream
of a place for you and me
A place for us to be
A place no one else can see.
Here I promise I won't cry anymore
You'll always return when you walk out the door
The fear will finally leave my eyes
Because in this world... You never die.
Because I made this place for you and me
You and me.
A place of dreams
Only a dream
Because this world could never be.
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Untitled Idea.
“I never thought you were coming….”, her voice cracked as she let out a deep sigh. Her back was to him, how did she know he was there? The curtains blew beside her as she stood at the balcony doorway and the sweet scent of her perfume tickled his nose, bringing back all the times he smelled it up close, or the nights it lingered on him after an evening of her skin pressed against his.
“I told you I would come back.”, the words didn't come out as strong as he rehearsed in his head a million times before.  His words sounded vulnerable and weak with injury.
“But you didn't”, her words rehearsed as well, came out more confident then she imagined as she turned on her heel to look him in the eye, this was a mistake. She felt all her strength leave her and the heat of her anger was replaced by the fire of his presence it took every ounce of her strength to keep her feet planted where they were and not throw herself in his arms.
“But I am h
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Come back
I miss you
I feel it in every breath
It brings me to my knees with every sob
Come back to me
Come back
Your voice feels so far away
I can hear the ache in your longing for home
Every syllable turns my stomach to stone
The pitch of loneliness makes my throat leap out
Come back to me
Come back
Come home to your kisses and your love
To the nights we use to sleep in peace
Back together.
Come back to me
Come back
I can't protect you my sunshine
I can't keep the night from sending you away
Our happiness is in the hands of faith
We no longer make our own future
I am waiting I promise
I dare not sleep until you get home
I lay here missing a piece.
You.
Come back to me
Come back
You are my sunshine,
Please don't fade away.
I need you to come back to me
I will be waiting.
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Staring at the darkened ceiling
Mind is thinking, turning, reeling,
Legs in itching, restless feeling.
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My body's tired, my mind's awake,
Tales and poems my brain will make,
a trip downstairs is what I'll take,
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while the thoughts are fairly new,
I will not sleep unless I do.
Why these musings by night?
Through the day my brain is dead,
cause all I think of is my bed,
and so at night thoughts fill my head.
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 “Would I say that I fell in love with her at first sight?” he paused in thought as he took a long drag from his cigarette, and held the smoke in as if it was fueling his thoughts. “No.” Nostalgia glazed over his eyes as the smoke finally escaped through a charming smile, his eyes focusing on nothing as he was lost in the past, “I have to admit that it was lust, but not for her body, for her blood”. He let the words fill the room as he put out his cigarette slowly twisting the spark out of the cherry, and then slowly lighting another one with a slow drag.

 “You killed people?” Startled at his confession my pencil slipped out of my hand and rolled over his application and toward his side of the table that sat between us.

 “Oh heavens no!” the smoke puffed out of his nostrils with laughter as he gently bumped the pencil with the tips of his fingers rolling it back to me. “You see...” slow drag. Pause. Exhale. “I was born into money and in my prime in the 20s. It never dawned on me to look for love, so I married a girl who fit my lifestyle. Now, don’t pity her, my wife was a money grubbing whore.” his eyes grew wide and our eyes met, “I never cheated on my wife, well never physically. She was such an abominable human being that for the majority of my life I found most humans to be insufferable and petty. It was the 20s after all”. Another cigarette lit. Drag. Pause. Exhale. “So under the pretense that I was drinking with the ol’ boys from my fraternity, I would walk into bars and hotels with pianos and play. While playing I’d watch the despicable beings and spend the night imagining their deaths being met at my hands.” Drag, “Oh don’t pretend like you have never done it. It is human!

“But I digress, you asked about her.” His voice was deep and raspy from years of smoking like a chimney in a Chicago winter from a young age. His r’s seemed to rumble in his throat and drawl out, it made every word he said pull you in to his charisma. “She was a cocktail waitress, so when I first saw her, I assumed she was like any other flapper at the time, bland. They all seemed to have given up on their lives, forced to work because they failed to meet their young girl desires of marrying a prince and to drown the pain of their mediocre lives they downed foot juice pretending to be luxurious. They were really all just meaningless sloppy drunks, and the world would never have missed them.” As he spoke his voice filled the room and welcomed you filling your body reminiscent of the pleasurable burn in your throat when sipping a fine brandy. “Yes all the ladies there were looking for a strapping young lad to save them, and if my suit didn’t give away that I was from money, apparently my poise did. They would swoon over my piano asking me to play something they could dance too and a ‘oh you’re so melancholy, care to make a girl dance?’ Though I didn’t mind their talking it sent away any trace of guilt for imagining their corpses on the floor. She though, didn’t play along to the bimbo’s fancies as they tried to bring her into conversation or into their arms. When I saw her slap a man who pinched her rear. That was the moment I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. There was a fire in her eyes that drew me in like a mindless moth to a solitary light on a closed baseball field.

“I focused myself on trying to please the cats around me, but their purrs couldn’t drown out the blaze of her fire. Since I was only playing of my own volition, I surrendered to the jazz band setting up for the real entertainment that was not only demanded by the women who squealed at the sight, but were also paid to be there. I made quite a bit in tips from the rather forward women who gave about as much to regard to my wedding ring as they did their own as they left with men whose names they didn’t know while their husbands were working the night shift at some factory. The poor blokes”.

I felt dizzy from the smell of booze and the lack of oxygen as his story pulled me into his world. The noise of the crowd drowning out the sound of the piano. Women flashing their garters as they sit crossed legged on tables surrounded by men tripping over each other to light their cigarettes.
“I sat at the bar and honestly I couldn’t tell you a song that was played that night. I was too caught up in my own internal war. You see, as I mentioned my wife earlier, it was a marriage of convenience one of those where your parents were business partners and your fate was decided before your father ever took your mom to the bed that made you come into this world. It never occurred to me once I was engaged to look for other women, I enjoyed my lustful youth, and I guess I always assumed that love would just happen one of these days. My father unabashedly adored my mother, and she doted upon him loving no one else more in the world other than me. I wanted to give back to my parents the great life they gave me, so I married Elizabeth. I never loved her, she never loved me. I never sought after another lover, the bitch took the money she married into followed every trend frivolously falling into the lap of any man who winked at her. I suppose since she was named after a queen she thought the world owed it to her to be treated like one, though she acted more like Marie Antoinette than the Virgin Queen.”

He took another long drag of his cigarette and held it. I watched his pursed lips under a manicured thin mustache anticipating his cough as each second passed. His eyes were green with a touch of brown that reminded me of pouring honey into green tea. They focused on empty space beside the table as if there stood the visual of his thoughts. With a slow exhale a smirk slowly creeped up on his lips and his eyes finally left the thought and met with mine.

“That’s probably why I thought about killing those women, they were everything I loathed about my wife and the world of the roaring twenties!”, a large s mile lit up his face as he dramatically held his hands out to his sides and shook his hands energetically mocking the time from which he came. “Dorothy though, she was a pearl. She didn’t glitter like a diamond demanding the attention and money of the world around her. I spent the night warding off cake-eaters and whores and trying not to imagine her life. I wanted her to be surprise or at least save myself the disappointment if she turned out to be like the rest.

I looked at the return application in front of me, simple boxes requiring a yes or no and my signature. As if reading my mind he chimed in, “I have to go back good fellow.”, the rasp and drawl in his plead drew me in, “ I am going to tell you the story and you’re going to see why.”,
“They finally began to shut down the joint, and the band filed out to catch whatever tail they could. I returned to the piano when a glass of whiskey was placed in front of me.”
Reborn Ch. 1
 Just another story I have in my head that I write out here and there, still in preliminary stages.
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"That tickles!”, he laughed tiredly in the high pitch raspy tone he uses when he is being funny. I give his neck another kiss.

“It’s time to get up”, I hate to say the words ending our mini vacation.  We have spent the weekend at a resort my best friend from childhood invited us to with her timeshare. It is 9:30 and we have to be on the road by 11:00. I look at my husband’s face to see if he is awake. After 29 years of marriage I still cannot tell if his eyes are open or not under his long eyelashes. His smile tells me he’s awake and I can’t help but feel warm when looking at him. When he is happy his face is jolly, the apples of his cheeks bulge, and even with eyes closed I know his blue eyes have a peace about him.

He leans his large body up his broad shoulders sinking with the exhale of his yawn. While wiping what he calls his ‘eye snots’ out of his eyes the bed creaks as he stands up and slips his always socked feet into his slippers. These have been my morning companions for almost 30 years. He kisses me good morning before concealing his hairy torso behind a t-shirt. Then as his custom to show his love to me when we stay in a hotel, he heads down to the continental breakfast to get food and coffee for us to snack on while pack our things. I put on my makeup while he is gone.
This may all seem boring, but I am a simple person and I find beauty in the consistency of our love. We have worked very hard to get where we are today. Happiness is a destination that we fiercely trekked through life to get to. We finally realized money wasn’t what was important, but time together. After 20 years in navy and 10 years after his retirement of unpredictable schedules, we finally settled on jobs that may have been less pay, but were more rewarding with time off that we have spent together. Now we take trips on his motorcycle frequently, and we have time to see our two children and our grandbabies. Now I am warm with happiness again, we have a new granddaughter, she will be 6 weeks old tomorrow. We will never regret being able to take the week off she was born. My husband, being the great man he is, drove the entire trip from Florida to Indiana the moment we heard my daughter was in labor. He loves his children but being a grandfather has opened a new beautiful side to him. I smile to myself as he walks in the door.
Once we are done packing He does his customary sweep through the room in military fashion to ensure we left nothing behind. He always says you can take the sailor out of the Navy, but you’ll never take the Navy out of the sailor.  Suitcases in tow we merrily make our way to the car to head home from South Carolina. Not ready to say goodbye to the weekend just yet we make plans with my friend and her husband to stop for lunch in Savannah. Suitcases go in the trunk and we get in the car.
Not wanting to stop again other than for lunch we stop and get gas before ‘we hit the road’ as we like to say. While he pumps I run inside to get lottery tickets before my husband starts having withdrawals from his lottery addiction. There are worse things than spending a dollar or two a week. Wanting to try my hand at lady luck I get two $1 scratch off tickets myself.
“Whoohoo!”, I am incapable of holding back the obvious laughter that comes when you get nothing from a scratch off, “I won $1! It only cost me $2!”

“Yeah baby!”, he says in that high pitched funny voice he overuses, “Try not to spend that all in one place!”
Our laughter trails off and that warmness fills me again as we are jamming to the radio, happy even though the interstate has started to form traffic.

“There’s a lot of traffic heading into Savannah”, I can tell thoughts are rolling through his head as he is trying to figure out why at not quite noon on Sunday traffic is building up.

“Well it is now the vacation season”, I am not sure my answer satisfies his curiosity, but it doesn’t have to. We learn the reason as we see signs warning that we are approaching construction.
Suddenly, my body aches all over. I feel my body being placed on a hard surface. I really should tell them this is uncomfortable. As I feel my clothes being cut off it dawns on me. We must have been in a car accident. I can’t see anything because my glasses aren’t on my face.

“What about the driver?”

“No Pulse.”
I guess this is the day I say goodbye to Kevin. Well, no it may not be. We were in a car accident so there were other drivers and they didn’t say which driver. Kevin is probably fine. With that hope, I fall back asleep.

I wake up and I hear sirens and I can tell I am in a vehicle, I must be in an ambulance. God my body hurts. I go back to sleep.

I wake up, a police officer and a nurse are at my side. My body feels a little better… I think.

“Mrs. Martin, you were in a car accident. You were rear-ended by a Semi. I have spoken with witnesses, and their stories line up. I have the drivers insurance, I have everything you need. You can call me anytime.” the officer hands my purse to someone else in the room. I realize its Lisa Marie my best friend.

“Have you heard anything about my husband?”, I hope that’s how the sentence comes out, breathing hurts, nonetheless speaking.

“We have not, I will go check.”, the nurse and the cop look at each other.

I feel groggy, they must have given me some type of drugs. I look over at Lisa and her husband, Lisa looks very upset.

“This if my fault I shouldn’t have invited you two this weekend.”, her face is riddled with guilt. She says some other things but my mind doesn’t keep ahold of her words. Until she says she’s calling my daughter and hands me the phone.

“Hey,” my daughters voice brings me a bit of light in this pain, she doesn’t seem distraught, does she know about the accident?
“Hey… bay..by..”, I breathe out.

“Mom!?”, her voice cracks, she must know. I hear the pain and desperation in her voice, but I also hear relief. “Mom I love you!”

“They… say we were…. in an accident.”

“Yes. I know I got an emergency call. Aunt Gayle is on her way to you.”

“I don’t know how… your father is. I asked but no one is telling me anything…”

“I haven’t heard yet either mom, we’re trying to find out”, she says quickly. I hear her whispering to someone in the background. “Mom is Lisa there with you?”

“Yes. We were supposed to meet them for lunch”

“She is in there right now?”

“Yes”

“Mom…”, I hear a very heavy breath on the other end, “Dad didn’t make it.”

“I thought so.”, the words process in my brain, and I understand them, but I don’t feel them.

“Mom, I am so sorry. I love you so much”, I can tell she is crying but fighting her tears to stay strong for me.

“I know honey, I love you too.” We sit on the phone in silence for a few minutes.

“Mom, I am going to let you go so Matthew can call and talk to you, we’ve been trying to get through for an hour.”

I don’t remember much of what I say with my son. I can’t believe he’s dead. I close my eyes. When I open them my sister and mother are there. I wave to them and close my eyes again. The game of opening eyes and waving continues for an amount of time I am not aware is passing.

I wake again. God it hurts to breathe. My mother and my sister are sitting in my room. They say their necessary condolences.

“I can’t believe he is gone.” I can’t believe he is gone “I never got to say goodbye”, I never got to say goodbye. "Why did I survive?"
The Wife - Never Said Goodbye
My father died in a car accident 3 weeks ago. This is my mother's recollection of the morning it happened. 
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My latest opinions:

Inquisition: I enjoyed it enough that I could actually binge play it while watching my husband binge, but they took away the ability to really be an evil bastard like in the others especially Origins. Main complaint: doesn't scale to level. You end up in areas that are below your level if you are scrupulous before which means easy fighting, no exp, and poor loot. It made the final battle way too easy.

Fallout4: Shit. Shit. Shit. I call Preston the "emperor"... if you played it you know the monotony of settlements, and once again you have no ability to be an evil prick, it just doesn't work. I feel the 'build your own fortress' was over played. Overall it under delivered in my mind. It is also extremely linear. I am enjoying the survival mode, which was initially my main complaint of the game because I loved NV so much. Main complaint: caters to the masses with an over simplified leveling system.

Dark Souls3: I love it so far, haven't beaten it yet. Main complaint: PVP has taken a nose dive in once again a catering to the masses and a 'dummying down' of the game. It really isn't fun to invade and get ganked by 3 people. Why even have poise?
However, fight clubs are pretty awesome. 
You’re sick
We gathered around to lend a hand
We became infected with agony
The more you deny your plight
Slowly they slip away
Decaying from anguish
As you lash out in self destruction
I stand alone now
Everyone has stopped caring
As have I
I stand here with innocence on my hip
Shielding the virtuous bundle
I walk away
You’re a bitch, and you’ll die alone
You will say it’s because we were sick and weak
Refusing responsibility for the plague of your life choices

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Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Didnt expect to find you, here. haha
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Hullabaloo and howdy do? Come here often?
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Decently? I've made a bunch of neato art friends, and just kinda like to upload my weird paintings, here. haha
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As you can see so do I, I remember when I was 14 I used to religiously hang out on this site, it was my facebook, or more accurately Myspace haha :iconlozerndenial: I decided not to delete it so I can remember my "oh god why" days of teenage angst. 
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Thanks for the fave!! I appreciate and value your feedback!
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Thanks for the favorite.
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thanks for the llama.
you are pretty, and your boyfriend(?) is too.
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thank you! that is so nice of you to say! and thank you for the llama!
I think you saw the picture and know now he's my husband 2.5 years [:
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no problem~
that's great, you guys still awesome?
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