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Meeting Someone New - Part One "I'll be back from the market soon. Don't get yourself into trouble. You're free to roam the apartment as always. Be careful, okay?"

Cry's words still hung in the air as Felix paced by the door anxiously. A few hours had passed and the miniature Swede had grown impatient, even irritated, waiting for Cry's arrival, to have someone there to play games and watch television with him. Someone to make pancakes and eat with him as they joked about the most ridiculous things that had happened to them in the past.

He was bored.

Felix sighed, finally giving in and leaning against the door frame, the frigid breeze from the hallway creeped in an

Forever Young What if we could live forever?

"It's not possible." Stephano muttered silently, not believing the words that reached his ears, echoing throughout the silent room.

"It's true." Piggeh replied back to the refusing golden god, a nodding Mr. Chair sniffled, looking down at the floor.

"How. . . " The Frenchman trailed off, tears brimming his eyes as he watched them, he didn't want to believe it.

He didn't want to accept it.

Mr. Chair shook his head softly, keeping his eyes trained on the floor, "Old age. . . It was time for him to go."

"How? How are we still here? We're a part of him. . . He's gone. But we're. . ." Stephano tried, tears ch

Milkshakes And Gold - Music DrabbleThe golden male gripped onto his hair brush after making sure the coast was clear. He swayed his hips to the beat of the oh so familiar song, singing along to the lyrics.

"My milkshake brings all the bros to the yard and they're like it's better than yours. Damn right. It's better than yours. I can teach you, but I have to charge." He sung, a bit off tune as he continued to dance in front of his mirror.

A blonde head peeped into the crack of the door, snickering as he watched his golden friend dance. He murmured the lyrics silently under his breath as he watched the shirtless Frenchman act out of line for once in his life.

"La la la la la,

Growing Up With NightmaresStephano awoke, his frail body was drenched in frigid sweat as he panted heavily, trying to slow his racing heart. His sheets were strewn across the bed, covering every inch of it except for his shivering golden form. Turning to his right, he hoped for the bed that held the familiar silver form to be there, waiting for him to crawl underneath the covers to give comfort to the young boy. Something to allow the miniature growing statue to assist him in resuming dormancy.

It was vacuous.

Stephano's eyes dilated, brimmed with tears as images of his older sibling being beaten to near death passed by his vision.

He wasn't here.

He rose, glanc

Someone Just Like YouFelix reached a hand out to clasped his miniature refrigerator handle, jerking it open as he ventured inside to retrieve his beloved juice, pouring the contents of it into his minuscule glass cup. The silence of yet another peaceful morning coursed through him, causing the mini Swede to grin contently as he seated himself and shut his eyes, capturing all the sounds of nothing and everything at once.

A clicking of a door sealing shut caused the fifteen year old to glance upwards from his seated position out past the small windows of his home.

"Felix?" Miss Moore called out, knocking on the Swede's door gently, as if not to disturb him or th

Blackmailing RevengeStephano frowned, blushing in embarrassment as he stared at PewDie who held the video camera in front of him. The blonde Swede chuckled as he waved the sword tauntingly in front of him.

They all stood in the middle of PewDie's living room. The furniture was all pushed to the side in order to give Stephano enough space, as if he needed it.

"Come on Stephano. . . You want your sword back? Do it." The gamer said, smirking madly as he held the recording device up.

"Hell no. . . I'm not doing that. It's going to end badly." Stephano stated, frowning more.

PewDie chuckled as he blackmailed the golden man, "Fine. Do it or I will post it up on Yo

A Reason To Survive One misplaced footfall. One small miscalculation. Then your life ends.

The same lines rung through my head as I watched, eyes struck with horror, as the silver male who was just laughing along with me was now oozing a very scary pool of blood.

Snarling, I shifted forms, my fangs ripping the flesh off the back of the evil brute that was slowly killing my friend. It growled out in pain, slashing into my left side as I pounced onto it's back, tearing it's flesh with razor sharp claws.

Dropping to the floor, the evil creature's flesh torn to shreds, I shifted back and hurried over to the fading silver form.

Slipping in the deep crimson blood

Toujours En Attente

The former god awoke from his slumber, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he sat upright in his bed.

He peered out into the darkness he knew as his room, and sighed deeply to himself as he rose from his warm cavern known as where he slept.

The golden man yawned as he picked up a tinderbox and struck it, a small flame emitting from it as he placed it by a candle.

He blew out the tinderbox flame as the candle's light bloomed across his bedside, illuminating a section of the wardrobe that stood by the bed.

He lazily shook his bright golden hair out of his eyes as he adjusted his boxers that seemed to be falling off.

Slowly, he opened the closet, m

PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Seven

Mr. Chair. . .

I scrutinized the crumpled ashen stonework for what seemed like forever.

I couldn't resume slumbering.

I was. . . petrified. . .

Stephano had escaped from his jail cell, I was bewildered by why he didn't draw near to murder me first. He crept up to murder Cry in his dormancy, his thirst for Cry's blood dripping on his fingertips making him beg not to be acknowledged by anyone else.

I was content Piggeh was cognizant and keeping watch at the moment, or we all would have been bloodless by now, trapped in this lurid world forever.

Stephano didn't go out without a fight though, that's why I admire him. He fought as Piggeh dra

Sleepy Boopy Time"Ah!" The masked man shrieked out, his laughter shortly following.

Russ died laughing as he sprayed fire at the boomer, failing horribly in the process.

The clock read 3:28 AM, the time glowing brightly on the computer screen.

For years they've done the same activity each Saturday night.

Late Night with Cry and Russ.

Cry had shown his face to the world about seven years back and now showed his webcam along with Russ.

He still wore the white poker faced masked just for effect.

Just to remember.

Three small shadows emitted from behind Cry, his fans noticing automatically.

"Who's there?"

"What the fuck?"

"Is it. . ."

"No it can be.

The Border Lines Of Hell

Screaming.

It rang loudly throughout Brennenberg and echoed across the corridors, bouncing back from darkened corners and filled vacant rooms.

My ears shot up, twitching slighting as they picked up the sounds. They taunted me as they danced along the corridor and into my ears.

Gonzales.

I broke out into a sprint back down the corridor from where I came and sharply turned in the direction he went, remembering how he wanted to cover more ground by splitting up.

I frantically looked around, my ears twitching madly as I desperately looked for sound.

Another scream.

My feet flew across the crumbled floor as I ran, heading towards the sou

Switching Places - Part Two

Slamming the decaying wooden door shut behind him, I focused with concerned eyes as Stephano deliberately slid down to the floor, panting heavily.

"I knew you were telling me to go the wrong way!" Stephano exclaimed, clasping me tightly in his clenching fingers, squeezing my fragile being.

"I'm sorry Stephano! I'm sorry. . . " I murmured as he stood, regaining his breath and clearly ignoring me as he placed his golden scimitar away, causing me to whine.

"Aw, come on, be a bro Stephano.." I complained as he continued to ignore me even further, stretching his long limbs above his head tiredly.

"Stephanooo. . . " I pressed on, my small voice

Golden Man (Stephano Poem)

years I waited
for a name
a name and
perhaps a friend.
a golden man,
alone in the
depths of Hell
waiting for my time
to come and
see me through.
soon enough,
yet not long enough,
overlooked by many

but understood
by one.

alone at once,
I sat and waited
for a friend
and perhaps a name
to hold me
to the life I need.
it did; I waited
long enough,
but not soon enough,
and he came to me
on a day when
the leaves browned
and fear followed
him through the
depths of Hell.

I gained a name
and a friend
and he left me
with the promise
of a strong return.
at first, I was alone
at once again
and worried that
I

Rescuing PewDie

Run faster… I thought to myself as my feet flew over the stones at a rapid pace.

I felt my surprisingly light weight golden body glide across the floors, searching frantically for the source of that scream.

I wasn't familiar with where I was, I just knew I was now human... and PewDie was screaming.

A scream… There it was again.

I ran clumsily across the floors running into walls and unfamiliar corridors.

Where is he? I mused.

"PewDie!" I yelled out.

My feet flew like soaring birds, sharply turning at each corner as I began to get familiar with my surroundings again. I slowly began to remember all the current events that

PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Ten - Final {Book One}

PewDie. . .

Choose one. . .

I had the indistinguishable, disconcert nightmare I had nights before, which caused my skin to writhe in its own discomfort. It was as if meager creatures were invading my body, struggling to hijack my mind and thoughts. My attitude, however, was indifferent as Cry, Stephano, and I proceeded onward. Cry was on my left side, recalling an amusing story about one of our past “Let’s Plays.” Stephano was on my right side, noiselessly striding as his gaze shot outward in front of us, sharp and keen.

The Stephano I knew.

Although, he would constantly glance at either me or at his bloodied wrists, i

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Which For President?

by *Wolf4821, Nov 5, 2012, 11:51:47 PM
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My name is Felix Kjellberg and I approve this message.

My name is Ryan ~~Cryaotic~~ Terry and I approve this message.

The two young men were positioned at separate podiums in front of a crazed crowd, immense banners dangling behind the two males loosely.

Behind the Swede, also known as Felix or "PewDiePie", hung a massive scarlet banner, the colossal snowy print that read "Bro Army" was printed across, pictures of the gamer during his let's plays surrounded the bright text. A majority of the pictures being of him screaming or making a ridiculous face. Underneath it was an over sized brofist, his signature greeting.

Behind the masked male, known as Ryan or "Cryaotic", hung a blazing sapphire banner. The sable text that printed "Sup?" was surrounded by his signature "Cry Guys", a character he created in place of showing his face. Some were with a jar of Nutella, while some were looking upwards toward the sun, then there were a select few who grinned with teeth. Underneath the decorated design, read the sentence "Someday. . . Cry WILL Rule The World."

They shot each other a look, as if for good luck, wishing good for the other as they waited upon the final decision.

It's all up to you. Vote as soon as possible.

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Vote Now Before It's Too Late~!
BroArmy: 54
Sup Guys: 87
How The Hell. . .
PewDieCry: 3
Stephano: 2
Vice President Stephano: 1
Jeff The Killer: 1
Sir: 1
Garry: 1

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Something Short.
Deal With It.
So Yeah.
American Voting Is Tomorrow.
Sooo. . . iThought This Little Thing Up.
So. . .
Yeah.
It's Two In The Morning, Almost Three.
I'm Tired.
And Hungry.
But So Fucking Tired.
Anywho, iLeave You With This. iKnow iHavent Put Anything Up In A While, But We're Working On Something BIG For You Bros. . .
So Yeah.
~Wolfy