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~~Rain~~ · (06-09-2014)

(06-08-2014, 05:18 PM)The Gilmour Army Said:
(06-08-2014, 02:59 PM)Sid Feder Said:
and he doesn't make up his own words like lolnope.

(06-07-2014, 11:56 AM)Peter Fn Gilmour Said: smdfh

"SMDFH is not a 'word', you simpleton. It's an acronym. Though, I don't even know why I bother explaining to an ignoramous such as yourself. You're probably so far out of the loop, you'd claim THAT to be a made-up word as well.

"Shake my damn, fuckin' head..."

(06-08-2014, 10:19 PM)Frodo Smackins Said: "I apologize to Sid, and Jack slash raYne slash whatever name you choose to use this week, if you found my retort to be too simple for your liking. I simply felt as though my efforts in using more than 10 letters to answer Peter's ridiculous claims is a waste of my time, as he will not understand a word I say. I am claiming that Peter's threats to me are utter nonsense and will not be happening. So, to shorten it, laugh out loud, nope."

"First of all...How could you confuse me with Jack Hoff? Are you blind? Or just stupid? I choose the latter, so I'll forgive you, but I am certainly not the self-proclaimed 'American Fatass'. You may be unable to see me, but I can assure you, I am not fat. And I'm DAMNED sure not going to be sucking up to Oklahoma or their silly sports teams any time soon. I am not a redneck, I am not a slob, and I don't share an Intelligence Quotient with you. Therefore? I am not Jack Hoff, and I cannot fathom HOW you'd come to that conclusion. I speak through the shadows.....You'd think you were reading posts on an internet forum somewhere, as otherwise, I can't understand HOW you'd come to that conclusion. But I digress.

"I am also not 'raYne'. That part of me died the second Alexandra Callaway dropped the blade down upon my throat. You will know my name. A name I will stick to for some time to come. Be patient, young FroYo.

"And...I'll admit. I see where you're coming from. There was a time, not too long ago, that I too underestimated Gilly. There was a day I wanted him to suffer. Along with oh so many others that call the XWF their home. But then?

"I opened my eyes.

"The same hate, the VERY SAME. That I felt? He feels. He is your whipping boy, he is this COMPANY'S.....whipping boy.

"No more.

"You underestimate his simple claims.

"Have you ever considered, even for one moment, that the reason HE doesn't use more than a handful of words....Is because he's the one that doesn't need to?

"I have learned, in my vanquishing and subsequent reemergence, that actions. Speak. Louder....than words.

"Strength comes from action. Strength comes from within. Strength comes from heart, fire, passion, and desire.

"Strength comes in numbers.

"Sitting alone. Pondering. Laying alone. Contemplating. Acting alone. Not procrastinating.

"Preparing.
This fire burns."

(06-09-2014, 02:05 AM)The Gilmour Army Said:
(06-08-2014, 09:42 PM)Peter Fn Gilmour Said: shut the fuck up shaggy

But Peter I literally did not say anything. All I did was show clips of Mr. Sid Feder and then of u.

Why do u insist on being so disrespectful to ur army? To ur legion? We r here for u. U need us if u want to get back to respectability. Let us help u.

(06-09-2014, 05:32 AM)The Gilmour Army Said: U r right Peter, We r not.

Truth is, u don't have an army.

U never did.

U never will.

What u do have is a line of enemies longer than that mandingo dick u claim to have.

We r however a bunch of people with nothing better to do so we decided to come together for one unifying cause, to help the universes joke defend himself from all of his detractors.

But u don't want our help. That's so sad Peter, we could have been good together.

(09-03-2013, 08:25 AM)raYne Said: At that point, Reeve's mom told him, without hesitation, something that changed him forever. A breakthrough in Reeve's life... something that truly revealed to Reeve who he was, and what his purpose was. Beth looked into Reeve's eyes... before ripping her hand away. Beth stared at Reeve... her son... with a blank look. She spoke, "Reeve... you sicken me. I thought you were a MAN." Reeve stared at his mother with a look of disbelief... not comprehending how she could change so suddenly... she continued. "It doesn't matter if you're gay, straight, bi, goth, or flamboyant, or whatever the HELL you want to be. If you can't be a man... if you can't grow a SACK, and start standing up for yourself? Then the Truth is... you're no better than that piece of shit father of yours. I'm glad I shot him, Reeve. I'm not sorry for it, and if I had the chance to do it again? I'd gladly take that opportunity with a smile on my face. Because if I could do it again, I'd know just how much of a fuckin' piss-ant, pussy, cry-baby, BASTARD you are. You weren't worth the tears I shed that night. And you're not worth all the hours I worried away, thinking about how I should have found you when I had the chance... should have told you I loved you. Reeve... I don't love you. And if I had the chance? If I had the chance, I'd shoot you too. I hope... I pray to GOD... that I get sent to heaven. Because I don't want to have to look at your pathetic face when you're burning in hell."

Reeve stared at his mother... still gripping the steel bars... He lowered his head... and looked to the ground. He spoke, without looking up... "Mother... there IS no hell." ... He lifted his head... and a darkness now stood in his eyes, replacing the sorrow that once belonged there. Reeve stared into his mom's eyes... into her soul. Reeve had a frown upon his face... but this frown soon curled... and transformed into a demonic grin. A smile so evil, so dripping with malice, that his mother began to tremble with fear. "There is no hell... and there is no heaven. When you fry in that chair, the only place you'll be headed is a box, six feet deep. You'll be a worm feast, mother. You'll be a worm feast..."

Reeve's mother began to back away, as Reeve kept on... "There is no heaven above, no hell below, no god, no devil... but on this Earth? There IS a demon. A truly demonic, terrible, HORRIBLE spirit... And it goes by the name... of Legion." Reeve's mother's eyes began to widen... The guard came over to the cell, and told Reeve he would have to allow for the man to take his mother. It was time for her to take the long walk... Reeve smiled, and stepped to the side. The smile on Reeve's face sent chills crawling along the guard's sides... As the guard escorted Beth out, and just as she was about to leave, she turned an eye to her son... who said but one sentence.

"We Are Legion... For We Are Many."

Reeve had finally taken all the loss he could stand. Everyone he'd ever cared about had turned their back on him... and three months after his mother's death, he found he had a chance to reach that light that he had so desperately sought. But now... now, he no longer dwelled in the light. Now, he was consumed by darkness. Now, he was filled by the spirits of so many different personalites and characters... almost like the different colors of paint that mix together, and form pure blackness. He didn't know who he was... But yet?

He did. He is Nothing.
Yet he is everything.
He is Legion... he is many...

... and he is coming ...

6|11|14|ItBegins

#WeAreOne
#WeAreMany
#WeWillRise

--can you feel it?--

|i've been waiting for this moment all my afterlife|

#AllTheColorsRunTogether

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