NeoStriker Posts

Where's the background music? And cleverness makes us cynical? We need kindness and humanity? I can have both, thank you very much. He almost sounds like a hippie.

Fuck money, get bitches.

Hi guys! You know the book Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand? It might explain alot.

http://www.aynrand.org/site/PageServer?pagename=objectivism_intro

D) She doesn't care that I had sex with other girls. She doesn't appear to be jealous or upset. She seems to just want to play with my body, and as her caring older brother, I help her understand that this is something you're supposed to do with someone you love and are intimate with, and while you love her as a sibling, you don't see her as a woman. You won't tell anyone about this, and you'll just forget it ever happened.

You knew she was the basic equivalent of a Jersey Shore whore, and then expected her to do shit?

You knew all this, and then proceeded to forget about it? You have no one to blame but yourself.

This seems to be a private stream site with the Toonami name. Oh Toonami, I...

I fucking hate people all the time.

Funny thing, another friend had just showed me one of his favorite songs, and I told him I recognized the melody as the same as "Sweet Dreams". He then told me one of the people who did a cover of that song was in the band, or something. I did not like his song. "Sweet Dreams" is a good song. Do you know The Strokes?

Yep, that's absolutely correct. And now, shit hits the fan.

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"...You said you knew my name is Celine because my I.D. says so, but, it actually only says Celony, my real name. Celine's just my nickname. And if you moved here only a day ago, there's no way you could know that. So who are you, Melinda?"

My eyes are still focused on the glass of iced tea sitting on the table, but I dare to take a quick glance at Melinda's face, and she's smirking.

"...Haha, was it fun, Celine?"

My blood turns ice-cold.

"...Who are you?"

Still wearing her smirk, she shakes her head derisively.

"I come back after all these years..."

"Who are you?"

"I don't know what's going on, Celine, but I intend to find out."

Suddenly, I lose feeling in my lips.

"..."

"The drug should be taking effect now. I'm just going to tell everyone in the restaurant that my dear friend collapsed from fatigue and that I need to take her home."

My upper body falls onto the table, and my eyes start to close.

"Goodnight, Celine."

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I need something to steady my nerves. I open a can of cold fruit juice and drink half of it in one sitting. It refreshes my mouth and throat and it chills my body and nerves. I set it aside on the table and go to the sink. I take out the necessary chemical and mix it with some tap water before washing my face with it. The fake skin feels like slime as it melts off, leaving my normal, natural face. I look in the mirror and remark that I didn't have to change much to look unrecognizable. Did Celine really not know who I am? Or maybe Celine just completely forgot who I was. Impossible.

I sigh, and stare at the bottom of the sink, contemplating what I should or might have to do next. I dry my face off and then head to the other room. She's tied up to a chair and still unconcious. Her sleeping face hasn't changed at all, and I can't help but smile while looking at it. I gently nudge her shoulder while saying,

"Hey, wake up, Celine."

"...Nnnghhh..."

"Yea, that's right, come back to the land of the waking, Celine."

She tries to stretch and move around, but opens her eyes and realizes she's bound to the chair.

"Untie me!"

"..."

I say nothing while she continues to glare at me, before realization slowly begins to dawn on her face.

"Your...your face...why..."

"It was a mask."

"Why?!"

"I didn't really need it, I could've just used some makeup. But you, on the other hand wouldn't have been fooled."

"Why does your face..."

"I'm surprised you didn't notice it sooner. I didn't even use that much. It's like you've completely forgotten about me."

"Look exactly like mine...?!"

"That's because we're twin sisters."

A visible crack appears on her face.

"What are you saying...?"

"Is this because of the promise we made? Is this what you've decided to do so you could be 'Celine'?"

"What are you saying...? I am Celine..."

...What could have happened after I left? Should I let her keep this game up? Or should I snap her out of it?

A) Play along.
B) Snap her bubble.

E) Tell her to shut up and mind her own business, then rant about her attitude problem, and how she'd be alot cuter if she wasn't so angry all the time.

3 years, huh? You don't seem to have changed much at all, however.

You don't absolutely need another *government* to be able to trade.

Why, Shinji, why?

And why do all of these have to be "religions"? They could be philosophies just as well.

Cambodia.

What on earth would make you think I'm trolling?

I see you like alt rock as much as I do. Do you know La Rocca?

Haha, Empire of the Sun, I love them because they sound alot like MGMT, and I hate them because they sound alot like MGMT. The two should just marry each other...

Making shitty threads like these to relieve boredom speaks volumes about how shitty of a person you are.

Why would you make a thread like this?