Vasily

Vasily lowered himself into the cramped interior of the T-26, slamming the thick steel hatch closed above him. The turret smelled of sweat and body odor, permeated with the almost subconscious scent of fear. It was already too hot inside the thick steel walls of the tank, and the familiar mechanical smells of gun oil and grease mixed with the decidedly more human ones. The steel inside was nearly always too hot or too cold for comfort. Today it was most definitely the former, nearly enough to burn on contact. Cramped, dirty and fearsome, this was home.
The young Lieutenant nestled himself in next to the tank's cannon. He wa

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VasilyVasily lowered himself into the cramped interior of the T-26, slamming the thick steel hatch closed above him. The turret smelled of sweat and body odor, permeated with the almost subconscious scent of fear. It was already too hot inside the thick steel walls of the tank, and the familiar mechanical smells of gun oil and grease mixed with the decidedly more human ones. The steel inside was nearly always too hot or too cold for comfort. Today it was most definitely the former, nearly enough to burn on contact. Cramped, dirty and fearsome, this was home.
The young Lieutenant nestled himself in next to the tank's cannon. He wa Vasily
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ChocolateOne's mind drifts to odd places when they are free falling into Hell. It drifts especially far when the only thing preventing certain doom is a glorified sheet of green silk. H, Private James McNamara was dangling over a nightmare, hanging only by a few threads. Even so, the 101st Airborne Division soldier found his thoughts drifting to chocolate.
Thoughts flooded into his terrified mind, thoughts of the near tasteless, condensed bars crammed into his musette bag, of the sinful, delicious smell of the chocolate factory back home in Hershey, Pennsylvania. Onward his mind drifted, now focusing on his mother’s chocolate c Chocolate
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I Have the Power...

Sun Feb 4, 2007, 7:55 PM

The power to run my laptop again, that is.

After two years of faithful service, my laptop's A/C adapter finally died. It went down in a blaze of glory fighting l33t haxxorz terrorists.

Okay, so the cord pulled out of the adapter and I'm not handy enough with a soldering iron to take it apart and fix it. But thanks to ebay I'm back up and running on my old clunker Inspiron 1150 notebook. It's not fancy, but it gets the job done, and I do most of my writing on it. Using it as an eight pound paperweight, to be blunt, sucked.

Expect another story featuring "Mac" soon. Thanks for reading!

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Mood: Satisfied
Listening to: Whatever happens to be on the radio.
Reading: Fondling your Muse by John Warner
Watching: Paint Dry
Playing: Company of Heroes

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Current Residence: Pennsylvania, United States
Interests: Computers/Video Games, Writing, History, Writing, Guns, and did I mention Writing?
Favourite movie: Saving Private Ryan, The Shawshank Redemption
Favourite band or musician: Evans Blue, Breaking Benjamin
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Alt-Metal, or Whatever Strikes Me at the Moment
Favourite artist: Jean-Francois Millet
Favourite poet or writer: Dean Koontz, Dan Brown, Harlan Koben
Operating System: Win XP, Ubuntu Linux
MP3 player of choice: Rhapsody
Shell of choice: Umm... Tortise?
Wallpaper of choice: Whatever happens to catch my eye.
Skin of choice: Well, I kind of like my skin. It holds everything inside me. :P
Favourite game: Civilization IV and The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion
Favourite gaming platform: Xbox, PC
Favourite cartoon character: You mean I'm not a cartoon? Damn, that explains why the anvils and dynamite hurt like hell...
Personal Quote: Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.
Tools of the Trade: I'm a writer, so I don't get micron pens and fan, cy sketchbooks, just a keyboard and my imagination

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@TheSprunk Sep 21, 2008, 11:13:33 PM

Wow, you have some amazing talent, sad to see you haven't posted anything recently. +watch just in case you decide to become active again

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~LondonFresh Feb 22, 2007, 3:49:00 PM

You! Get busy! Whip CRACK!

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~LondonFresh Sep 18, 2006, 3:58:12 PM

Harrass! Harrass! Harrass!

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~-elo- Aug 17, 2006, 5:59:15 PM

Heya- like the page, seems like you're into alot of the stuff I'm into ^^ check out my art? Ill read, promise.. <3 -Gab

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~Scott-Redburn Jul 10, 2006, 4:50:46 PM

Wow, fellow writer. And you use anthro characters as well. Waddya know.

Watching you.

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