I was sitting in class today and I was bored. TIME TO WRITE SOMETHING! I got the main idea off of something Rion-hunter wrote. Also, while I was writing it I was thinking of Fight Club so you're bound to so similarities. Sorry for the wall of text. Please comment on how I could improve, this was just for fun I really enjoyed writing it.

I had her, I finally had her all to myself. She said I was stupid, she said I was garbage, that I amount to nothing but look at me now. Two hands on her throat, thumbs putting pressure into her jugular veins. The average human wouldn't last long in this state, a minute or two tops. I let go once in a while to let her get a breathe, to prolong her suffering. She looks at me, then his body, and back at me. The body, bloody and lifeless. Skull caved inward onto the brain, the weapon lay next to him. A simple hammer that I bought this morning for this special occasion. You can return something as long as they can't tell it's damaged. If you return something you can't get the full price back. Although they will take it, just send it back to the factory, get it fixed for pennies then it's back on the market. I still have the reciept in my back pocket, some things never change. If all goes as planned in the next two-three weeks some unsuspecting customer will be the proud owner of a murder weapon. I look at her, she's trying to fight but she can't. She sculpted me I used to be a twig, now I'm carved out of stone. To think, she changed me into this new person. I should thank her but that would make me weak. I relase my thumbs for a brief moment. She gasps, I sqeeze even more life out of her.

6:00AM, I wake up to the radio. It's going to be rainy today with a high of 65. Blast off. The Kitchen, cereal, toast, eggs, orange juice. Healthy, cute. Shower, dressed, time for work. Like a droid. Third Floor out of Ten, not very important. Work itself, proof reading. Fixing spelling erros, punctuation, grammar. Send it upstairs, print. A cycle, a cycle as boring as the cycle of life. All the books go through the same thing, the same life, the same boring existence. Just like people, all of us are empty lifeless drones drifting. None of us are special, we are not unique, we are one big pile of shit. Reading a sex story, so many of these get through. I can only wonder why, 90% of the world looks at porn, what's not to get? Supply and Demand, the foundation for our entire Capitalistic society. Hell, there's more porn watched then food eaten. I hear somebody talking, nobody talks here not on this floor. I look up, an unfamiliar girl taling to the secretary. "I'm the new girl." She's probably sleeping with somebody. Short black hair with blonde streaks, bold black glasses, a nose stud and red lipstick. A scene girl. She looks right out of college. Just like myself, I got this job last year. Of course, I didn't fuck anybody to get here. I thought this would be fun, my first real job. But here I am, trapped in the void of repetition. Same thing day in, day out. She's walking towards me, eyes on me. Turns to the left, cubicle infront of me. These little prison cells are like our homes away from home. Which explains why mine is a piece of shit. I'm such a shmuck.

I look over into her home, she's already unpacking stuff. Band posters, stickers, make up kit, very personal. Lunch. I go to the deli down the block and bring my food back to the office cafeteria. I don't trust their food, so many mexicans I guarentee you that one of them didn't wash there hands after they took a shit this morning. I'm sorry, I don't want shit germs on my food, I don't mind floor germs, or dirt germs, just not shit germs. I sit at a table for two people, alone. Is this how I'll end up? I look at all the other groups talking, laughing. I should be in one of those groups, even if I'm just hovering at the edge pretending to be in that group. Each table is packed, maybe two people need this table. Two workers, to friends. I'm about to get up when she sits down. I look up, she smiles warmly and opens her book and starts reading. Maybe I'm wrong about her, maybe she's nice. I turn back to my food and continue eating, between bites I ask what she's reading. She looks up, smiles again. Maybe that's why she's so nice. She shows me the cover. The gold writing shined against the black cover. The Holy Bible. "One must understand the enemy." She says, so matter of factly. "I'm Atheist." She explains. I nod, Wow. A real live Atheist. Is that why she's so different? "What are your beliefs?" She asks, taking off her glasses looking into my eyes. She looks like she actually cares what I say, like she actually listens. I haven't had anybody talk to me like this since grade school. I tell her that I was raised with Christianity, before I know it an hour has gone by and I'm questioning my beliefs. A religious conversation is always a strong conversation. Religion is the foundation of the entire world, without religion or beliefs nothing would be organized. The world would be a different place, who knows. Maybe it would be better. I mean more people have been killed in the name of God then any other reason. At the end, I'm changed. With one conversation, I believe in God no more. I ask her if she would like to go out to dinner later. She shakes her head "I'm going to a show tonight, want to tag along?" I have no idea what a show is but I nod dumbly. She smiles. This is how she changed me forever.

10:00PM, listening to the loud music as I walk into the club. On the way here she explain to me about Scremo music, loud, exciting, fast. I feel my heart thumping as I examine my surroundings, I look at the crowd all jumping around, punching eachother. I feel an unnatural urge to join them. All of a sudden, a fight breaks out. First one person falls on the ground, somebody stomps on the side of his face, teeth spit out of his mouth. I hear him moaning, so weak and pathetic.. A group of people start pounding him and war begins. Punches are being thrown, people are being tosses, blood is spraying in all directions. People on the ground are screaming, coated their own blood. But they don't care, blood just adds color. She grabs my hand and pulls me into the thray. I've never been in a fight in my life. She lets go of my hand and starts swinging wildly. I follow suit and start swingining, maybe if I do this I ca- BOOM. I get punched in the head. I grab the side my head and look at my hand, caked with blood. A big hulking figure standing over me, he kicks my ribs. I wince and launch my foot forward. Kicked him in the fucking testicles, yes I did. He's hunched over grabbing his balls, no time for pride here. His fucking balls hurt I don't blame him. I stand up and try something I saw in a movie. I grab his shoulders and knee him in the nose. I hear him howl, look down and my knee is covered in blood. I just broke his nose. I wonder if he can smell anything right now. I stomp on his balls purely because I can and walk back into the ongoing battle like a warrior.

7:00AM, the office. I walk in with her, both of us sporting black eyes. The people look as me differently, like I'm a new person. I feel like a new person, I feel alive, I feel like I matter. Work is just a blur, lunch comes in moments. Talking about the night before, another show tonight. This time I'm ready, this time I want to BREAK somebody, I want them to know that I'm their only chance of survival. If I show mercy they will walk away, if I don't. They will be carried away. The rest of the day is a daze, before I know it I'm fighting. That's all that matters. No that I fight, fighting is life.

6 Months Later.

After a while, pain doesn't matter. For most people, pain is a barrier. Pain is when you stop. When it hurts you give up and you stop whatever you're doin just so you don't have to feel this pain anymore. No matter how much t hurts, no matter how much it overwhelmes you, it just doesn't stop you. Pain becomes another sense, if you get punched it's like catching a whiff of a fresh pie. Getting beaten is like walking into a bakery. It's all you can feel but it doesn't bother you. I've gotten pretty hurt in these last months. In these situations I wouldn't fight for a while and exercise as much as possible or read books about fighting techniques and styles. Something always productive. Pain becomes a sensation, it makes you feel alive like going on a roller coaster. Before this I've never been in a confrontation, this is the first time I've ever been truly alive, the first time my existence means something. Before this I was an empty shell. Ever since I started fighting I've been working out, becoming a menacing beast. Everything in life becomes about combat. What I eat has to make me stronger, what I wear has to be tight so nobody can grab it. Same goes with my hair, shaved monthly. I've gotten into brawls in my day to day life, now I don't take any shit. Somebody tells me to get out of the way or makes fun of me? I beat them to a bloody pulp, no ifs, no ands, no buts. I beat them so they can't stand. I've picked on people too, I push them, make fun of them. I hope they hit me, so I have a reason to destroy that pathetic thing they call a body. Everywhere I go I size up people, can I take out this guy? How would I do it? What can I use to my advantage? Sometimes I imagine how I would kill somebody. I go into detail on how I would take them out, how to make them wish they were dead. Little do they know, in this dream they will be soon. I'm finally proud of myself, I'm finally having fun, I'm finally happy. Until she fucking ruins it.

7:00AM the office. I'm sitting here in my little cubicle editing sex novels with my own little works. Nobody can tell the difference they're all the same crap. Feel this, lick that. Same bullshit everytime. Text can't explain shit. Even though I've moved up to the 6th floor in these past months I do the same shit. I think they're afraid of me. The people in the office don't talk to me anymore, doesn't matter. They're all maggots in this world, they go home and do the same shit everyday, not me. I fight, I live. Every time I fight I live, everytime I do something else I do. This is reincarnation at it's best. She doesn't work with me anymore, she's on the 7th floor she's one smart cookie. I haven't fought alongside her in a long time. She belongs to me, she isn't with me and I don't know why. I can not allow this, next time I see her I'm going to lay down the law whether she likes it or not. She's my woman, she's mine. She does what I say. Lunch. Time to put the plan into action. I see her sitting there, reading some other religious book. She isn't like me, she doesn't fight like I do. She does it once in a while, I do it every night. For me, fighting is life. Without it I have nothing. With her, it's is like a book you do it for a while then toss it away. Sure you might pick it up now and again but you don't love it. I kick the chair. I'm about to lay down the law when she says "We're done." Did I just hear her right? "I don't need you anymore, I just needed you to get me to a higher position in this corparation and you did that. I mean face it, you're not going anywhere. You're going to be proof reading shit for the rest of your life. You're useless. I have somebody else to help me out, he's on the 10th floor. But since he makes the big bucks I think I'll keep him. Good bye." She walks off. I'm standing in my place still. Fists clentched, she can't do this. It's not her decision. I know, it was that guy who corrupted her. It must be him! Oh, may my thoughts run wild.

The hardware store can have all kinds of goodies. I wish they gave out stuff like this for Halloween to kids, then the body count in this country would really be at an all time high. I stroll up and down the aisles, looking for something. Something that will stand out, my mind is in a whirl. Thoughts racing, I don't know which one to choose.. So many possibilities. I choose. To the office, I take the elevator to the tenth floor. Whistling in the elevator. It's all his fault. I open the door, I've never been here before. Walking to the secretary. Bag in one hand, a little gift in the other. She looks at me strangely. I put the bag on the table. She reaches for it. THWAP! I crush Three of her fingers with a hammer, she screams. I spin it around to the part where you take out nails. I slash her neck open and spit on her as she falls to the ground. I check the list of workers. I find the room. I walk. Somebody sees me covered in blood, they hit a button on the wall and turn around but it's too late. Hammer in the back, he's on the floor twitching. I laugh, and smash the back of his neck unil it's flat. His spine broken, his tounge sticking out of his mouth. I grin and keep walking. The Alarm, I guess that's what the button was. I laugh again and continue. No more disturbances, I reach the door and listen in. Smiling. Two voices, oh dear what will I do now? I knock on the door and whistle the same tune in the elevator. London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down.. He opens the door. NUT SHOT! What a great spot. He falls on the ground. I close the door, some privacy will be nice. I look up. It's her. She's stunned. I look at him and laugh. Grab him by the collar and spit in his face. EWWW. I drop him on the ground, he doesn't even try to stop the fall. I lift up his left foot. I laugh, I hit him in the heel. The heel bone drives up and the muscles in the lower leg are destroyed, it moves upward and the kneecap is cracked. He is crying on the ground. Saying something but I can't hear what. I'm still smiling. I grab his other foot, I'm about to do the same. thing. But I shake my head. He shows a sign of relief. This angers me. I break his kneecap, he screams. He yells "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME.." I simply smile and pat his head. He's crying like a baby. "It was her, it was her, it was her.. She's the one. She did it. It was her idea whatever you're angry at it was her!!" It's her fault? She ruined everything for me? My smile fades. I walk past him, but not before I hit him in the skull. The killer blow.

I drop my hammer and walk towards her. Smile gone, eyes empty. She has tears rolling down her cheeks, she can't move. I guess she's too scared. It was her, she was mine but she just wanted to hurt me.. It'll all be over soon my love, no need to worry. Soon there will be no more crying, no more tears, no more worries. If you didn't betray me none of this would have happened. My eyes are beginning to tear. I touch her shoulder, she flinches. No, no my darling. No need to worry, I'll save you. I grab her neck, squeeze. Tears pouring out of my eyes. This is the way it's meant to be. I pause for a moment, and grab with the other arm. Insert pressure here. The more pressure, the less air. Air is needed for humans by the way. The door creaks, I look over my shoulder. A police officer. Staring at me, hand on his gun. "Don't make any sudden movements punk." He says. Punk? I laugh. He walks closer. I think for a moment. He could shoot me, or I could kill him. I drop her and charge him. He pulls out his gun and shoots me in the leg. As I fall I lash out wildly. I nail him in the thigh and he falls on the ground. Screaming. Silly boy, pain isn't somebody to scream about, it makes you alive, it makes you really feel life. He reaches for his gun which is behind him. I laugh, and poke my finger through his wound, tasty. I pull him towards me. I shove my hand down his mouth, he looks at me and bites down. I laugh, I punch him in in the throat. He gags, no air to take in. A few moments and he's dead. I grin, I turn around and I see her. Standing over me. With a gun. I laugh and welcome it happily. This is the end I suppose, this is the final fight the final chapter, I think it was worth it. Bang.

I feel like experimenting with the type of music I listen to.

Right now I'm listening to bands like Iron Maiden, Alestorm, Stratovarious, and some Dream Theater.

Any suggestions on new bands would be appreciated.

Well, my birthday is next month and my parents wanted to know what I want. I want a tablet but I have no idea what kind, I can get one around 100$ worth. Any suggestions?

Ok, I've been drawing for a bit now but I'm pretty bad when it comes to anatomy. I've heard that Tracing a drawing will help you understand the body and will help you gain confidence, does anybody know if this is true?

This is copied from my topic which was shut down in a matter of seconds because they said there were too many threads but whatever.. I'll post it here.

Well, I saw Cloverfield tonight, I will be discussing the movie and I'll try to answer any questions. First off, THIS THREAD CONTAINS SPOILERS! So if you don't want to know about it, just stop reading now. I'll go through the main points of the movie then say what I think of it at the end.

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This movie was set in Manhattan, and the whole movie is shot through a video camera like the Blair Witch Project. The main characters were Hud (He was the guy with the camera pretty much the whole movie) Rob (Main character besides Hunt, going to Japan for his job) Lily (Black chick throwing a going away party for Rob) Beth (Good friend of Rob, had sex with eachother and they're kinda angry at eachother.) Marlena (Some girl at the party who Hud "digs") and Jason (Rob's brother).

Hud, Jason, and Rob were talking about Rob having sex with Beth when the ground started shaking. The lights went out and they thought it was an earthquake. Everybody from the party went to the roof of the building (Beth left earlier because she was crying or something..). So they were on the roof and then all of a sudden, a building in the distance exploded, and you caught your first glimpse of the monster. Everybody was in shock until another one exploded and bombs started hitting other buildings around them. All the people from the party ran down to the streets. They were staring in awe when out of nowhere a big rock came from the sky and crashed in the street. When it stopped everybody realized it was the head of the Statue of Liberty. Rob and the other other main characters realized they had to get out of the city so they headed to a bridge (I forget which one) when they got there they were walking in a huge crowd of people across the bridge. While they were crossing the bridge Rob got a call from Beth and ran to the edge and answered, finding out shes trapped in her apartment. Jason was getting carried ahead with the crowd while all the others ran to Rob. The bridge is attacked and Jason is killed in the process, the rest ran away.

While the others were running the monster appears far down the block and the US Military behind them and they're caught in the middle. The monster is dropping little monster things which the military is battling. The group runs into the subway. They turn on the nightvision for the camera and they're attacked by a couple of the little monsters. They manage to fight them off a little while then they run away into a room. Marlena was bitten badly (we all know what that means!) they leave the room later and find a military hospital thing where they take Marlena into a small tent-like thing when they find out she's been bitten. They run away and you see her blood splatter against the sheets of the room. They get information that a helicopter is coming later that day then the military is bombing the whole city. They set off to Beth's apartment now just Rob, Lily, and Hud.

They see Beth's building leaning on another building. They climb many many sets of stairs on the other building then climb across to Beth's apartment. The is badly injured but alive. While leaving they kill a creature and while they're climbing back to the original building you get your first good look at the monster. It's general shape is that of a spider (the pictures on google are LIES!) you don't get a great look at it but you can tell it's like a spider with mulitple legs and such (Greater detail later). They make their way to the evacuation site where Lily takes the last spot on the first helicopter and the others get on another copter. While getting attacked by the monster. The helicopter flys above the city and you see the monster get bombed. They cheer in the copter then the monster lashes out and hits the copter and it crashes.

They appear in a park and the collect themselves. Moments later they realize, the monster is right behind them. Hud is slightly away from the others and is staring at the monster and the monster is staring back at him. It's face is what you mainly see, if you were to compare it to the human face (which you could quite easily) you would say that the mouth is slightly up more on the face, the eyes slanted, and when it opened it's mouth it looked like the Alien's second mouth (not the tongue thing just how the mouth of it was). Hud gets eaten and they grab the camera that he dropped on the floor and run under a small bridge. You hear the monster roar and military units shoot at it. You have no idea who's winning but the bridge explodes and rubble falls on them. Beth and Rob confess they love eachother then another blast kills them. At the end of the credits you have no idea what happened until a static voice says "It's still alive".

This was the first time I was in a cinema when the crowd actually booed. I thought the movie was quite good 8/10, maybe 9. My friends thought it was good except for the end. I thought the camera effect made the whole movie much better. I suggest you see this movie but be warned! The first 10-20 minutes are wicked boring.. Feel free to ask any questions about the movie.