Earthquake in Haiti




Really. Seriously. Apparantly nothing to do with Tectonic plates or siesmic activity it's from making a pact with the Devil. WTF?

America scares me.

Merry Christmas

Have a paint mash.




All drawn free hand with the exception of the use of the fill tool; which was used for err filling.



I may need perfessional help.

Yes.


It's probably the biggest most important question a guy will ask in their lives, and therefore logically it should also be the hardest.
However as I adjusted my tri-cornered hat, straightened my belts and hefted my musket giving myself a critical eying in the mirror I realised that while this was probably the most important question I would ask in my life it was also probably the easiest. After all I really love Katie, she's funny, witty, charming has near infinite patience when it comes to dealing with me and has the cutest little.....smile.
I put on my pirate coat and flicked away some imaginary dust on the lapel, I don't know why I'm the only one in the room, it just felt like it should be done. I inhale catch my eye in the mirror and mutter "ready".
I turn as Katie walks through the door dressed in a vampire out fit looking beautiful. The taxi will be here soon and it's now or never.......we stand there for a few moments that seems like an age.....then...."Katie; I've got a question I'd like to ask you."

Feeding Time



John McCains lungs ached and his muscles screamed as the three raced round the corner. He considered himself to be in good physical shape indeed his instructors back at the academy would of agreed he'd consistently come top of his class in all activities and gained the attention of his superiors who had recommended him to join the specialised multinational task force, Knights of Freedom Control. His years here dealing with the most dangerous missions facing the Union had only strengthened his already admiral physical abilities, but now he was ready to drop. The last few days had been hell; things had gone wrong as soon as the drop ship had left them. Their contact was DOA and something was hunting them, picking them off one by one. They'd originally been a full platoon and now they were three.
They scrambled up a small cliff to get a better view of their destination and halted. In front of them was a pit with some sort of brown bubbling liquid inside it. Looking out from here McCain could see the extraction zone in the distance, it was close, if they could skirt round the pit they would be home free, it would be difficult the edge was narrow and looked traitorous, one wrong step and there would be no chance to make a second right one. McCain paused took a few deep breaths and looked at his Companions; the small but muscular form of the Frenchman Claude "French" Fry was covered in grime and sweat he'd dropped down in to a crouching position and was scanning the area slowly, his M-115 Laser rifle in hand and as always a cigarette expertly balanced in the corner of his mouth, everything about his movement appeared calm and professional but in his eyes you could see he was clinging on mentally by a thread. Alexander "Pommie" Frites the Englishman stood in the Weaver stance an old fashioned slug thrower in his hands, having dropped his heavier particle pulse cannon in favor of being less encumbered to run. His uniform immaculate as usual perspiration was on his brow and he was breathing heavy, McCain could also tell that, as he would say, he Could murder a cuppa. McCain couldn't help feel that the Colonel shouldn't of sent them on this mission, he made a decision, they were bound to die if they went back and tried to find a way round picked off by whatever creature was stalking them they would have to risk the narrow path round the pit.
"Alright, Fry, Frites we're nearly there we just need to make our way round this pit and then we're home free, lets go"
McCains briefing was quick and to the point and they were soon making there way round the pit. They were about half way round when McCain lost his footing and fell into the pit. The brown liquid quickly enveloped him burning his skin, McCain raised an arm out of the pit which Frites grabbed, there was the sound of laser fire then screams McCains arm was ripped from it's socket and his body splashed back it to the burning liquid. McCain grasped at his shoulder where his arm had been and inwardly wept, his men had been killed by whatever had been stalking them and he was being burnt alive in the pit, he'd failed his mission. Suddenly someone plunged down into the liquid and plucked McCain out he was saved.

Katie fished my chip out of the gravy dip and handed it back to me "There you go" she said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. I smiled back thanked her and then ate poor Captain John McCains.

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