Act I - The Outsiders

i had half of the party that i needed, so i felt that i should just continue with it. what? i know that sounds cold, but at the time i really hated the fact that i was part of the chosen few. i just wanted to be normal. i just wanted to feel again.

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Interval I: The Deal

i am not promoting evil or the like, as this is nothing more than a story meant to be enjoyed. the setting here is used purely for the possibilities it allows, and portrayed purely as a physical reality.

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What I Know

i mean, it's ... i do trust you. and like you. i like everyone here. and i love benji so much. i mean, i didn't plan it that way. i wasn't trying to fall in love with him ... " she trailed, and gave a sheepish smile. " ... things happen."

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I Am a Winsel

No, i am not saying that i'm damned! i'm a hellhound! but, well, i hadn't been here for ages. i left this bleak place when i was 5, and now i returned.

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I Don't Understand

i don't understand how it happened - the why, the when, the where. i don't understand the reason - or why you seem to care. but i understand the joy you bring - and the love you like to share.

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Short Story I

In front of his muzzle, he saw the monitor flashing some messages: ** \>\> m u l t i p l e m i c r o - c o l l i s i o n s d e t e c t e d** ** \>\> e m e r g e n c y s e l f - r e p a i r

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The content I produce

The reason why i do not put it on extream is because i can't. i have not set the advance settings for it and if i did why on earth whould i want to anyway? i do not put the extream setting on for obvious reasons.

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Wherever I go

_wherever i go_ i wish i could go without you too

Wherever I go

_wherever i go_ i wish i could go without you too

What I Want

i want a love like this, that's how i'd like to go. but the future is bleak, for i have a hollow soul. born with a broken heart, alive without ever breathing. looking for someone to listen, and actually hear it beating...

I shall not bow

But yet you think i remain loyal, i pity you for my respect is slim i may be of your blood but i am no longer yours.

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A Trap I Laid

It is not i. i praise the change, and beg it hither. i've been lonely for so long-- and my mind is a fox. alone, a man... and how, alone, i wither.

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