Post by Song Nai on Oct 22, 2010 1:31:07 GMT -6
I'm bored, it's my birthday and seeing as I am bored and tired of traditional games now, I think I'll just make a random little topic that concerns nothing more than Living Dead it self. More than likely I will use either recent events, past events, co-host events, or even epically turn events that have happened here. Seeing as I'm bored shitless and no one is possibly still reading this long ass paragraph, I think I'll just get on with the story.
"I'll overcome the thousands of nights and head out to meet you right now
There is something that I must tell you
I want to be loved, but you don't seem to love me
I'm wandering aimlessly within this repetition
And the answer I found is only one; that even if I'm scared, even if I'm hurt
I'll say "I love you" to the person I love
Even if these feelings aren't returned, saying "I love you" to the person you love
That is the most beautiful thing in the world
The Asian teenager sang out the last note with a sad remorseful tone. Here he was, practicing his singing in hopes of matching the awesomeness that was Wednesday night's karaoke slam fest at Living Dead, the company that the Asian was employed in.
The teenager was pretty sure he was one of the few younger employees that could be considered cannon fodder in the rare yet epic battles hosted nearly every week by the head master Sylar and his equally powerful but less caring friend, Ace.
The two admins were what made Living Dead Inc. what it was. A place that was completely whacked the fuck up and had no place at all in the world of logic and reasoning. How the Asian teenager landed a job at the corporation without losing his sanity was a miracle.
Still, the Asian didn't think everything was so bad. His fellow employees were all lovable and great company. Especially that man who referred to himself as a Traitor and singer of everything. While the teenager prided himself on his karaoke skills, that mysterious employee had him matched note for note and even more.
Sighing, the teenager thought to the others. There was one who had two names. Both were strange in a sense but had some what of the same meaning. Slayer and COGS, though more often known as COGS. The guy was bipolar and random as hell but the Asian could not deny enjoyed time spent paling around with the dude. Sure he got emo and grated his nerves sometimes and more than likely thought the world was out to get him but the teenager had met worse.
Then there was the older yet less mature chick and crazy Merchant. The chick called herself Rie and always found the means to make the teenager break something with one of her death hugs. Sure she always smiled and acted cutely and the first time he asked for a hug seemed nice and reasonable. Yet, when the chick LITERALLY tackled him in a hug, the teenager heard something crunch, loudly.
The Merchant had suddenly appeared and offered to sell him this weird green herb, pot and all. Of course, the teenager was in too much pain to comprehend that this guy was trying to help instead of getting him high. After having the entire plant shoved down his throat, the Merchant dude pulled out a pen and check book and started to write at a fast speed. The teenager was still choking on the dirt clumps when the man passed the paper to him.
Choking renewed as the teenager realized that the herb he swallowed that somehow magically restored his bones to the proper place had cost him 3 million dollars. Of course, the Merchant was willing to let him start a tab on the promise that if he didn't pay him back by the end of the month, his knee caps would be broken.
The teenager sighed and glanced at the clock. He had to start work in 10 minutes. Normally, Living Dead Inc. was a chaotic and destructive place that any outsider would marvel at the fact anything got done. Of course, Ace had a secret stash of weapons made just for the occasion. The teenager shuddered as he remembered what happened to him when he got hit with an aforementioned banhammer. The thing was huge and shaped like a hammer but apparently it had the powers of inter-dimensional teleporting because the Asian found himself floating a black abyss surrounded only by darkness.
1 hour later, the teenager vowed never again to piss off his boss by slacking. Speaking of which, the teenager slipped on his name tag.
"Song teh Lazy Azn"
The teenager felt himself sweat drop. So he fell asleep on the first day of work and got hit with a banhammer to remind him that doing so was bad. That automatically meant he was bound to be lazy? Yeah, work was going to be a bitch. Song just felt it as he entered the building.
"I'll overcome the thousands of nights and head out to meet you right now
There is something that I must tell you
I want to be loved, but you don't seem to love me
I'm wandering aimlessly within this repetition
And the answer I found is only one; that even if I'm scared, even if I'm hurt
I'll say "I love you" to the person I love
Even if these feelings aren't returned, saying "I love you" to the person you love
That is the most beautiful thing in the world
The Asian teenager sang out the last note with a sad remorseful tone. Here he was, practicing his singing in hopes of matching the awesomeness that was Wednesday night's karaoke slam fest at Living Dead, the company that the Asian was employed in.
The teenager was pretty sure he was one of the few younger employees that could be considered cannon fodder in the rare yet epic battles hosted nearly every week by the head master Sylar and his equally powerful but less caring friend, Ace.
The two admins were what made Living Dead Inc. what it was. A place that was completely whacked the fuck up and had no place at all in the world of logic and reasoning. How the Asian teenager landed a job at the corporation without losing his sanity was a miracle.
Still, the Asian didn't think everything was so bad. His fellow employees were all lovable and great company. Especially that man who referred to himself as a Traitor and singer of everything. While the teenager prided himself on his karaoke skills, that mysterious employee had him matched note for note and even more.
Sighing, the teenager thought to the others. There was one who had two names. Both were strange in a sense but had some what of the same meaning. Slayer and COGS, though more often known as COGS. The guy was bipolar and random as hell but the Asian could not deny enjoyed time spent paling around with the dude. Sure he got emo and grated his nerves sometimes and more than likely thought the world was out to get him but the teenager had met worse.
Then there was the older yet less mature chick and crazy Merchant. The chick called herself Rie and always found the means to make the teenager break something with one of her death hugs. Sure she always smiled and acted cutely and the first time he asked for a hug seemed nice and reasonable. Yet, when the chick LITERALLY tackled him in a hug, the teenager heard something crunch, loudly.
The Merchant had suddenly appeared and offered to sell him this weird green herb, pot and all. Of course, the teenager was in too much pain to comprehend that this guy was trying to help instead of getting him high. After having the entire plant shoved down his throat, the Merchant dude pulled out a pen and check book and started to write at a fast speed. The teenager was still choking on the dirt clumps when the man passed the paper to him.
Choking renewed as the teenager realized that the herb he swallowed that somehow magically restored his bones to the proper place had cost him 3 million dollars. Of course, the Merchant was willing to let him start a tab on the promise that if he didn't pay him back by the end of the month, his knee caps would be broken.
The teenager sighed and glanced at the clock. He had to start work in 10 minutes. Normally, Living Dead Inc. was a chaotic and destructive place that any outsider would marvel at the fact anything got done. Of course, Ace had a secret stash of weapons made just for the occasion. The teenager shuddered as he remembered what happened to him when he got hit with an aforementioned banhammer. The thing was huge and shaped like a hammer but apparently it had the powers of inter-dimensional teleporting because the Asian found himself floating a black abyss surrounded only by darkness.
1 hour later, the teenager vowed never again to piss off his boss by slacking. Speaking of which, the teenager slipped on his name tag.
"Song teh Lazy Azn"
The teenager felt himself sweat drop. So he fell asleep on the first day of work and got hit with a banhammer to remind him that doing so was bad. That automatically meant he was bound to be lazy? Yeah, work was going to be a bitch. Song just felt it as he entered the building.