Quizes, to start the day. Stolen from mech_angel

[wolven7]

Death. So, you're the one who pushed the red button
of death, aren't you? You couldn't resist
afterall, it's in your blood. There's something
to the screams of innocents that makes you
smile, and carnage isn't all that bad as long
as you're on top of the bodies in the end...
well done in doing what centuries of madman
couldn't. You survived the end by causing it,
and being in control of it... congrats!


How would you survive the end of the world?
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or


Harmony. It's inner peace for you, or at least
trying to find it. The shell you live your life
in is akin to monks of old. You'd be more
comfortable if things were less stressed and
made a little more sense, so you try to get
just that. You survive the end by not letting
it happen. You didn't stop it, but you
supported those who did. I'm glad you took a
break from meditation to take the quiz...


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With the change of One answer.

Jack Off Jill - [Angels Fuck]--- Dreams, last night, are finally of a tennor i feel memorable. Details, and such, that stood out.

I am, in the beginning, in an apartment, with a bunch of peope, and we are all arguing, about bullshit, and people are talking and yelling at each other. The apartment is more like my aunt's old townhouse, in Stone Mountain, and i'm by th e sceren door that leads out back,. I look at the carpet and i see a catepillar, tiny and green. I know hat, if i leave it on the carpet, someone will step on it, cutting it in half, and killing it, and i don't want that to happen. I pick the catepillar up, and i see the Word "catepillar," in the world, like written in front of my eyes, and i open the sliding door, and toss it out into the grass. I go back to semi-paying attention to the arguing people, and their bullshit, when i see Another catepillar, on the carpet, i realise the same thing about htis one, that i did about the other one, so i pick it up, and it crawls onto me, and i set it out side, in the grass and bushes. The two catepillars find each other, look at each other, Jump through the bushes, land on a low limb of a bush, and, upon landing, create chrysalises for themselves, in under a second. I ask anyone else if they saw them, if they could believe that that had happened, and everyone kind of waves me off, and continues what they were doing.

I'm on the North Avenue station MARTA platform, heading south, towards Georgia State, and raoin is with me. There are other people there, with us, and we're all goofing around, and i'm trowing balls of paper at raoin, and she's jumping backward, to avoid them, and i'm tring to tell her not to jump backward, because the train tracks are down there, when she falls into the tracks. She's fallen onto the third rail, but there's no current, and she's standing onthe rail guard, yelling for us to pull her up. Two of the girls with us try to help her, but fall into the tracks, and we get raoin up, on to the platform. The other girls are Under the third rail, and the train is coming, and i'm trying to help them up, but they don't move, they simply hold their hands out, as if i can reach them, from the platform. The last i see of them is whe the Train comes. raoin says, in a high, manic, giggling voice, "That was HORRIBLE!" I put my head down, on floor of the station, and lay there.

I'm in some kind of formal dinner gathering, and there are senators, and the like, there, and there's to be a performance, as well. People are there, talking to the senators, and there's a Victorian feel of propriety, but not really, it's all a ploy to get at the steam-punk tecnology.

I'm in a house i lived in, on the far east side of Atlanta, and all of my roomates and i are living there, instead of where we Are, but we have a pool, and the garage is set up that it's more a carport than a garage. It's also a lot like the House, in Olney. I'm wandering around, here, and this is where people had been, and where we had been having arguments. I realise that i have to go into the pool, and underwarter, and eat souls, because the Longer I'm above ground, the more my power depletes. I'm living a reverse version of Soul Reaver, and i'm also playing it, somewhere. I get in the water, and i eat souls, and use them to fuel power, but they're all evil souls, so it's ok. I get out of the pool and go around the house, and there's someone there. I'm hiding this person, for some erason, and Seth gets home, and asks where something of his is. This whole section feels like a mixture of "Firefly," and Soul Reaver.

Something else, here, about people, and my interactions with them, feels kinf od like a Justice League episode, and then i wake up

Carmina Burana - [Ego Sum Abbas]--- I woke up a bunch of times, in there, but only briefly, to like, take off my glasses, and such. Things got a little disjointed, because of it, though. Even still, they were interesting. (KMFDM - [Beast]). The part with the catepillars, chrysalises, and so on, still intruiges me, as well as the part with the train... Hmm. I have reading i could be doing, for today, and tomorrow, so i'm going to get to that. Later, all.

Comments

[theapplethief.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... if you want I could take a stab at translating it... :)

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[wolven.livejournal.com]

Which, the Dream? Nah, i get it. Thanks, though. :)

[raoin.livejournal.com]

i'd like to get it too, wtf? i will admit that i like to play like i get a kick off of killing things, but i dont actually kill much things in my own dreams, and certainly not in other people's dreams... please explain to me what you understand.

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[wolven.livejournal.com]

I'll explain later.