http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_5IJRXoKQE

FUCK YEAH!!

1-every breath you take, every move you make, every law you break every breath you take i'll be watchin you.

2-some times, i feel i've got to, Run away

3-Cuz its the PICK! of destiny child, you know we will be rockin cuz its fuckin insane

4-Got it all too high Got it figured out, I wanna do whatever Laugh until september

5-I wanted to be with you alone, and talk about the weather

6-Don't worry bout me, gonna make it alright, got my enemies caught near in my sights

7-LISTEN! I'm sick with all this waiten, and people tellin me wait i should be

8- Generals gathered in their masses! just like witchs at black masses!

9-Lock eyes, from across the room, down my drink while the rhythms boom, take hands, skip the names, no need now for these silly games

10-NOW, heres a little story id like to tell yah 'bout three bad brothers you know so well

11-Im so happy, cuz today i found my friends, are in my head

12-North to south, empty, runnin on....Bravado.

13-Traveling in a fried out combie,on a hippie trail, head full of zombie

14-Oh, baby dont you know i suffer, oh baby can you hear me moan

15-im havin trouble tryin to sleep, im countin sheep im runnin out. as time ticks by, still i try

16-What thrill, with darkness and silence, through the night

17-They've got, a power and a force that you've never even seen before

18- turn my mic up louder, i've got to say somethin, light weights step it aside when we com in

19-I cant remember anything, cant tell if its true or dream, deep down inside i feel to scream, but this terrible silence stops me

20-Harry Truman, Dorris Day, Red china. Jhonnie Ray, south Pacific, Walter Whinchell, Joe DiMaggio

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IiFvjYEc7Fw

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Allias: n/a
Age: 28
Hieght: 6'4"
Weight: 180lbs
Appearance: Veiw photo in Vulcan and friends
Abbilities: Controll over flames. Can create fire and manipulate existing ones.

History: Test tube baby. Lived in a research facility run by the Creed untill he escaped with Jack and Reis. Roamed around the world w/ them and was last seen in Russia. Established the anti-Creed organization known as The Jacoblins.

Allies:Jack Treceur, Reiselias Alfard, any opposed to the Creed.


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I heard it coming a long way off. A sonic boom so loud it rocked my home. A blast with such force, my nick-nack and trinketts were knocked from thier shelves. Stirred from my sleep, I drug my self to the porch of my country home, and witnessed what only few man had witnessed, and none should not. It erupted from the ground, and clawed at the sky. A collosal nail being hammared into the ground. What one could only describe as a mushroom cloud. I ran into my house and gathered what few sheets of loose leaf paper i had. Along with provisions and writing utensisls, i made my way to the bomb shelter located in my back yard. but in my haste i neglected to grab a radio. Or any means of comunication to the outside for that matter. I am alone. It has been thirteen hours since the bomb-- or what ever it was-- went off. It is December 22, 2012.
                                    DEC. 25/2012
It is Christmas. My 26th Christmas. I should be thankfull I am alive, but I cant help but wonder...Is there anyone else? Could I be the only one? Surely, I cannot. There must be another-or others out there. I do not know. The explosions finally stopped an hour ago. I now hear nothing- the shelter has stopped shaking. Merry Christmas to all - and to all a good night.
 
                        DEC/31/2012
Thirty minutes untill 2013. I wonder if the wii drop tonight?hehehe. It is late, i am tired. Happy new year.
                                     JAN/15/2013
I hear a scratching sound at my door this morning. Perhaps it is nothing- Perhaps it is everything? I know not for I did not dare openmy threshehold to what ever lie outside. The batteries in my clock have run out.
                                       JAN/31/2013
I have discovered an old red ball. I have been using it for entertainment. I grow weary of it though. It has been 41 since my incarceration. 41 days of exile. I fear for my sanity.
                                        FEB/7/2013
The scratching has returned. I hear it with an anoying consistantly. I know nothing of the source. My cell reeks of  urine and fecal matter. I cannot stand much more.
                                          FEB/13/2013
I am almost certain this room shall become my tomb. My provisions run low. They will only last me two months, three if I conserve. Tobay is my birthday.
                                            FEB/28/2013
There is something at my door. There is no longer scratching, but pounding. My light bulb burst, and the septic tank is at its limits. I will perish soon. Though from starvation or what is at my door i know not. A small kerosene lamp is my only source of light.
                                             MAR/10/2013
I plan to leave my cptation, for i cannot stand this much longer. The pounding at my door has turned into a constant rackett. The creature, or what ever it is, has begun to wail in agony. I leave on march 15th. " Beware the Ides of March."
                                              MAR/12/2013
Ive begun to prepare for my expidition to the outside  worlld.It has ben eighty-one days since the bomb. In three, I will leave my certain doom in this manmade hell. Death grips at my heart. I ponder the lives of my family.. Mothet - father - My brother, Jason. And my wife, Eliza. Were they victoms of the bomb? And Eliza, away on a "business" trip. She's been cheaating on me. I know it. But I still love her. These are the thoughts that keep me up long into the night. Today is the our three year aniversity. Eliza....
                                                 MAR/13/2013
I cannot sleep. It is early in the morning. That much I know, but what time? I am unaware. My ball has deflated. Popped on a nail. I have made a shiv out of a nail. I plan to use it outside.
                                                   MAR/14/2013
I have gone truely insane. I have seen an appirition of my wife. She was weeping, and begging for help. Cursing mr for letting her die.  My mother and father chastised me fir diappointing them. I cannot distiguish reality from fantasy. Even now i am witnessing the death of Eliza umpteenth time. I am loosing itNot much longer. I see ghostly figures pass through the "shelter." Other worldly creatures claw their way into the cell. Beware the ides of March.
                                                  MAR/15/2013
Today is the day. The day I escape. I will free myself of this hell. Will i survive? Only time will tell.
                                                  MAR/16/2013
The door is shut. I am locked withinn. My cell grows ever smaller.
                                                    MAR/17/2013
I- I cannot write- I am visiting with Eliza.
                                                   AUG/18/2013
The apparitions are gone. I can see now. My food has run out completly. Now nothing remains but water and slices of cheese. I have tried to open the door to my vault, but it will not budge. Maybe I'll try tomarrow. The explosions are back. But the pounding is gone. I have lost all track of time. The callender I have ended a week ago. Tomarrows just another day.
                                                      Day 9 w/o food
My body is eating itself. I have lost a significant amount of weight since my confinment. I cannot see straight. It hurts to think, it hurts to breath. I will be dead in a week.
                                                        Day13 w/o food
Time is going by rapidly. I no longer judge days by hours. When I fall asleep, is is night. When i awake, it is morning. It may still be August 18th for all I know. Eliza says hello.
                                                      Day 15 w/o food
My legs are useless- I cannot move them without exhuasting myself. I have resorted to soiling my self, for i cannot reach the toilet.
                                                    Day 20 w/o food
Why have i not died? I know not-but I will soon.Very Soon. The Explosions have stopped once more. Now instead the screaching sounds of the creatures. I hear a mismatched jargon of words. As though a three year old were tryilng to hold a converrsation with itself.
Wait, i hear something- a voice. A human voice. I attempted to yell-but it was for not- i am so feeble i only managed a squeek. I am so tired- bust i have to stay awake for Eliza- shes so afraid....
                                                     Day 21 w/o food
The doodr is open. Light floods into my cell, temporarily blinding me. I hear strange and foriegn sounds outside. A silloutte blocks the light. It seems strange how erect it stands. its eyes are red- it has tubes that stick out through its body- it is not human. Even as i write it comes closer. I am to feeble to run or fight. Its reaching for me......
 
 
                                                 September 19, 2013
We've found another body. Stuck in a bomb shelter behind the ruins of an old farmhouse. He was completely dehydratedand was on the brink of starvation when Hazmat found him. The mans heart gave out as the Major reached for him. We found the victems journal. He was the closest living person to ground zero. The population of planet earth now stands at 2,118. The world is ending. And humans are the cause.

A young man ran through the back alley, pell mell speed with no intention f slowing down. The young man, well kid really, had a pair of tan loose fitting cargo pants, a t-shirt with some illegible band logo on it, and a large camo letter carrier bag full of spray paint. The kid had short curly brown hair, and black eyes(he also had a rather large nose, which seemed to have been broken several times over his short period of life.
 
"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Yelled a voice from behind. The kid looked behind im and saw hispersuers. Cops. "I fucking hate Cops...." the kid saod aloud. Looking back a head of him, he saw an opportunity. The alley was ending on one side. oppening up tho a fence and beyond that, a street. Adumpster sat against the fence, broken and rusting. He jumped on top of the dumpster and climbed the fence with almost supernaterual speed. He landed on the side walk of one the busiest streets in Harpiike city. Dodging and hoping cars , he made it to another alley. He had lost his tail. "finally." he said slowing to a walk.
 
The kids name is Ivan Pejtri, or to his frfiends, Chyckin. The now 16 year old boy was orpheaned ate age seven, and ever since made a point of not relying on others to help him. He has been walking the streets of Harpike City for six years. Harpike city, the city of fame and glory. Or in ivans case, death and violence. Ivan Found a particular liking to the art of grafitti. His Graf name, chyckin, could be found everywhere through out the city. Ivan took a left into an alley and contineued till he came to a door.. He knocked three times in quick sucession, and entered without waiting for a responce. "CHYCKIN!" boomed a voice from within the dingy house. "Sup Shadow?" Shadow was one of the very few friends ivan had left. An ex-marine, and fellow tagger, Shadow(or Shadow Killer) had fed, clothed and protected ivan for close to ten years. "not much man, ben watching the news -well- you just gotta see." Ivan sat bdown next to shadow as the tv flickered to life.
The news channel five lady stood outside of the Titonia co. building. "Thats right tom, weve been covering this story since nine o'clock this morning. We're outside of the Titonia Corperations building where a mass murder apeared to take place. City officials havn't released much details but it has been confirmed that all twnty-eight employees insine the building at the time, are dead.No suspects or witnesses are availible.Hunh?" the reporter touche her ear. This Just in, the police have asked that we play this video.A message of some sort, from the assailents.The T.V. fadded to black then a man stood perfectly still in the middle of a dark room."Hello," the man started."my name is Reis Alfard. I have been sant as a messenger from the Creed."he continued. "I am the calm before the storm. The Deep breath before the plunge. I am a warning. The next twenty eight days, shall be humanities last. The clash of humans,....and beings that, arent so human. On the third day, thethe fall shall be evident. Onthe sixth day, the infastructure shall be nothing more than a fleeting memory. On the eighth day the city will fall into the despair. On the tenth day, half of your population shall be decimated. On the fifteenth day, a savior shall emerge. On the eighteenth, he shall perish. On the Tweentieth day, another shall occupy his Shadow. On the twenty-third day he shall lead a potion of the last your population to doom. On the twenty fourth, he'll realize his faults..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRWVQlCEivw

In this episode of South Park they tries to make money of the internet to save Canada (Or the Terrance and Philip show) and uses butters to make their way to fame!

You wanna do it in my butt, in my butt?

I am part of the Les Enfants Terrible. I have no past. No Future. I am Here to follow the comands I am given. No Hope of living as a normal human. I will keep on fighting the enemies I am told to fight. Maybe then, when I find an enemy worth killing me, I can find rest. Maybe. Will you be the one to finally finish me?

 

I doubt it.