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Blood! Mufufu! I'm in one of those weird modes where a burst of creativity descends and I'm all caught up in it. This week, it seems that the muses have rolled the creativity die and it landed on blood! So now my once serene and somewhat normal head is now filled with 1001 Horrible, Bloody, Traumatic Ways For My Characters To Die!

I suppose this could be called one of my "Morbid Modes" but I mean really, I'm not the only person who gets them. For a while here, be prepared for some terrible things to happen in writing and roleplay. I have too many characters on some sites, so I think it's time I don the black hood and prepare the guillotine!

First to go is Tony from my novel Death Eaters! Her gut is slashed open by a dagger and a Death Eater feasts on her twitching body. Yum, yum!

Second is an NPC of Camp Half-Blood. Unnamed-Eight-Year-Old-Boy was compelled by Madigan Delacour (now a son of Bia) to tear open his own throat. NPC clawed it open with his fingernails and managed to rip off most of his neck before finally succumbing. Madigan then pushed him through the iron bars of a prison cell, causing the skull to implode and fracture as well as cause varied limbs to break. Lovely.

Third is Hamza Urdu of Camp Half-Blood. (what a weird name...) He's still all bloody and mangled from his little tussle with the monster Paige set on him. Poor boy. He's had a rough life already. Leave him alone! (ok maybe this one isn't death or relatively that bloody, but still... bears mentioning)

ON OTHER NOTES
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Five little children playing in the snow
There they go, oh there they go!
One strayed off into the din
Wretched, filthy, wicked as sin
And he was slaughtered by many a foe

Four little children playing in the snow
There they go, oh there they go!
One crawled into the night
Faced his fears and knew no fright
And his heart grew cold and turned to stone

Three little children playing in the snow
There they go, oh there they go!
One fell into the abyss
Became a snake and hissed and hissed
Then strangled himself in that deep, dark hole

Two little children playing in the snow
There they go, oh there they go!
One grew hot and bright as flame
Put his hands in the fire like it was all a game
Cremated himself all for the show

One little child playing in the snow!
There they go, oh there they go!
Lost and scared he clawed his throat
Dragged out his soul and ate it whole
Then bled and bled all over the snow

There they go, oh there they go!
Wretched Void without a soul

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Camp Half-Blood
So I announced that I would be killing Kiba Suzuki and guess what? It's a cat fight between Shady and Crystal over the poor boy. (remind you of sakura's old site anyone?)
Crystal is using concrete proof of onwership (aka engraved stones), Shady is making gollum impersonations, I am apparently dead, and Sam is throwing munchkin cats at everyone.
Tis a loverly day in Camp Half-Blood!


And now, please, on a more serious note, I wish to tell to all who will hear of a movie I recently watched. It is an anime movie, done in an older animation style. It's called Grave of the Fireflies, and it is one of the saddest war movies I have ever seen. It's subtle, it's light. It is neither shocking nor intense or brutal, but the imagery and the meaning in it are amazing! It was quite a breathtaking movie. I had to try really hard not to cry, but around the end I was in tears. Do give it a look. Bring a tissue.