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Name: Cory
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Lancaster
Birthday: 8/7/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Creativity, that and life. I also enjoy the Metal Gear series, along with things suchs as Zen, any artwrok, and friends.
Expertise: Things
Occupation: Artist, Associate, etc, etc, p
Industry: Caricatures, Fashion, Games
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  bismal21
Member Since:
6/7/2005
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| I come here, because....everyone can read anything I post elsewhere;
and I've done nothing but gripe.
But, damn.
Im just done.
With being in these shoes.
Which steps they take...
...take me no where.
Near, what, I think I want.
Not just anyone, but, someone.
Start with understanding. Start with it being okay.
Im ready to be me, but how did it come about, that I've lost everyone who I can be me too.
I don't feel comforerable around anyone, anymore.
I don't want them to know, that Im still tearing apart inside.
I don't want to be honest. Im ashamed. Im scared. But how can you blame me.
It was pride and courage, that got me here.
Im even sick of turning inward. And my one last escape, just escaped.
It dosnt matter what I change around me.
Nothing actually changes. Here or there.
I hang out with myself.
I sleep alone.
How pathetic I have become.
I dont even hunt for sympothy. It dosnt do anything, anymore.
I just.......
huh.
And another heavy sigh.
As I try to sleep, on these thoughts, again.
Smile.
Then, tommorow.
Everything is better.
Goodnight, me.
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BAM! So this race goes...
Mistake after mistake, decision after decision.
Wronged after wronged, fall after fall.
Ive taken this burden, Ive taken this plunder.
Ive made a mark, but left no dent at all.
Seeminly pointless, but making every point.
All that is had, is all that is well if gone.
Giving an ear, attatched to a hand
being the once in a while
complimited man
with words blessed on
making things right
in your eyes its clear
for a number of more meaningless nights
yet still one races on, as fast as he may
whighed with the burdon, thats sure to place him last
with no understandable reason as of why
i must continue
to be "the nice guy"
ARE
YOU
BLIND?
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| UNFINISHED:
This is, I suppose, how this narriration goes.
Jack lay there not sure if this is where he should be. "Should", being
based off his own moral standards. He had spent his later schooling,
resisting the temptation to have sex with women he didnt know, or
wasn't in a serious relationship with. For the longest time, if he
couldnt say "I Love you" and mean it, then we wasnt getting laid. This
moral standing lasted him the whole way to his first wife, so he had
viewed it for the longest time as a worthy investment, only ever saying
and meaning "I love you", to one woman.
It had never really crossed his mind, or upset him that he wouldnt
experiance another woman, that was mainly, because he was confident
that he never would have too. He was confident his marrige would last,
just as he was confident that saving himself for, "the one", was the
right thing to do. It was worth it, untill nine years into the marrige,
it turnned out it was all just a waste of time.
His reconsideration is how he found himself now, her, with her arm
resting limp across his chest. It came apon him a year after the bitter
drag of a divorce, that maybe sex was nothing, in fact. He had saved it
for the one woman, just for it to turn out, she wasnt her.
In fact, he now pondered on the idea of their even being "one".
She was a different feel than his ex wife, much taller, and only half
as thick, from a cultural standpoint, she was hot, and he enjoyed that.
For as perfect as he had assumed his wife had been in bed, he was happy
to find that there were, in fact, better. He himself felt good once, as
he now felt he was in fact as good as he had been told he was for so
many years.
More than anything though, he was happy she was a simple woman, and
open for a simple relationship. With this new found view on the idea
a relationship can be as simple as sex, and not as complex as
love, was working well for him. They saw each other when they could,
and didnt bitch when the other couldnt. He wasnt an on call theropist
for her, in fact, she was quite indipendent. That was her best trait.
He almost felt bad, as he didnt really care if he was still with her
the next week, or not.
He wondered if this is how the jocks felt when he was in highshool, saving himself for nothing, while ever
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| In the late 1980's, 200km north Galzburg, South Africa, a legendary
mercenary founded a fortified state, which would come to be known as....Outer Heaven.
Home to mercenaries from around the world, Outer Heaven is a heavily
fortified, heavily defended, and heavily guarded stronghold of
soldiers, with nothing more to live for,than war.
Today, 1995....an unknown source claiming to be the leader of an Outer Heaven resistance contacts the United States, claiming
that Outer Heaven has managed to hijack a flight carrying a world
leading weapons developer and nuclear engineer, Dr. Drago Pettrovich
Madnar.With a leading nuclear weapons developer in the arms of a
independent state, fighting for military superiority, the world has
reason to worry. Eyes fall upon the organization of FOXHOUND, a U.S.
special forces group based out of the USA, that specializes in
single man infiltration and special operations....
Big Boss:
"...Thats where you come in."
"Our source claims to have been the lead engineer during the original construction of Outer Heaven"
"Why he came to us, we do not know, but for now...we have to trust him,
considering the fact that Outer Heaven may, in fact, have the capability
to use nuclear weapons by now."
"Your
jump landing will place you close to an escape hatch buried deep with
in the jungle, that we will use for our entry method...."
"...once you find the hatch, it will open to a ladder that leads to the lowest level of the fortress...."
"...resistance should minimum, since were coming in the back door. You may loose signal with us, so let me remind you..."
"...stealth is key priority, were not looking to start a war..."
"...once your in, you have two main objectives; make contact with the
resistance leader, you can keep in radio contact using the frequency
120.79...
"...finally, recon on any nuclear means that Outer Heaven may be capable
of, and render them useless, using what ever means necessary."
"Commencing operation: Intrude N313. Good luck....Fox."
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Metal Gear: Redo:
Big Boss: Commanding Officer : 120.85
Schneider: Resistance Leader in Outer Heaven.
Infiltrate via harbor/ tank hanger.
Stock yard, with truck yard to right.
Entrance front and center.
Elevator up.
Camera room “call from BB”
Rescue Hostage
Gas room “calls from BB…find Schneider”
Rescue Hostage
Hostage: “Thanks for saving me. The foxhound member that
infiltrated this base a few days ago is unharmed. They captured him”
Rolling trap room.
Plastic explosives
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