well i have no realized that i need to talk to my old friends well they are not old i still talk to them but not as much as i would like to i jujst need to set a day and time and get things done.. i cant wait really it would be nice to hang out and have a good time like i used to .. poeple i miss the most, stephen and mr.eric.. although he would require a little work well a lot but i think once i start putting more effort in it will pay off. . . . well life is going ok right now i wish i could say the same for other poeple but apperently there is nothing i can do to help them, oh well cant say i didnt try... well i got my hair done at the hair show i really like it and its the first permant colori put in my hair so thats cool
well its getting kind of hard writing here and talking to poeple at the same time so i guess ill post later
words of wisdom: Doom i still have the drawing

wow thanks for keeping things good stephen *sniff* i miss hanging out with you really i do i want to just sit with youa nd talk one day well make a date when i get back ok? well got back from mexico trip was good leaving town again this weeked i love traveling.. anyway i still want to know why..... well never mind i guess i already know well i guess thats all i have to say i have to go now ill be sure to post more since i should be having more free time in the near future..
words of wisdom: "you said you had to go change your shirt at home.. your fuckin lying"...not all the time

Blogsite.
Doom stepped into the blog and looked around. Cobwebs and dust had pretty much occupied the room for months, maybe even years. It seemed someone had left this blog in a hurry. Perhaps they were too distressed over something going on to continue the maintenance that it deserved. It had been abandoned. Forgotten. Doom felt such pity for something that was once so full of life.
Walking across the blog interface, footprints were left in the dust by Doom's combat boots. Spiders skittered away from his looming shadow that was increasing in size by the light from the web link. Looking around the blog he saw memories. Memories of joy. Memories of anger. Memories of sorrow. Memories of love...
He felt as if he had been here before. Doom promptly looked around the blog for a place to sit down and further survey the room. Nearby was a dusty old chair that looked Victorian in style, but obviously a recreation by some cheap furniture mart of some sort. He wiped the dust off the chair and sat down.
Further observance of the blog, showed numerous posters, displaying the author's interests, including bands like The Doors, Kurt Cobain, Marilyn Manson, Nine Inch Nails, and countless others. Small trinkets adorned shelves and dressers. Doom smiled at these. It reminded him so much of the author, one of their many traits that made them loved by so many. He closed his eyes and thought about the author trying to recall their face.
Upon opening his eyes, Doom spotted a cd player. Walking over to it, he realized it was already turned on. Apprehensive at first he wondered if he should push the play button.
"Stupid," he thought. "What could happen?"
He reached out and pushed the play button on the face of the cd player with a small click. Small sounds indicating the cd player activating, began as track 01 was displayed on the LED screen.
After about a couple seconds, Pachelbol's Canon (d minor) started playing. The slow violen strokes filled the air, saddening the atmosphere of the nostalgic blogsite. So many memories came flooding back. The past was reawakened in Doom's mind, most of which he did not wish to remember. It had taken him years to forget it all, the last thing he wanted was to have to fight that battle once again.
As his eyes began to tear up in frustration at his failure to restrain his mind from clouding and wandering, there was a creak of the floorboards.
Wiping his eyes and whirling around, while simultaneously drawing his sidearm, his two desert eagles, he spotted a figure in the light of the web link.
Doom grit his teeth at the realization at who the figure was. Glowering at him he spoke to it.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone. I don't want you around me anymore."
In a low distorted voice, masked by the sound of a thousand crying, heartbroken fools, the figure spoke.
"Did you think you could lose me that easily...?"
"Get away from me. I'm not you're slave anymore. You're not gonna blind me ever again."
Tilting his head down, curling his lips away, showing his jagged blood spattered teeth, and peering at Doom with his blood shot eyes covered by his long stringy hair, Sorrow spoke slowly and eerily.
"There's no choice. You're always a slave to something..."
Sorrow stepped forward, the same rusty spiked chains still wrapped around his broken, bloody armor, covering the hole in his chest where his heart had once been. He smiled evily at Doom, who still held up his eagles with perfectly steady balance.
"Why do you have to push me away? You know you need me..." Sorrow spoke softly.
"Fuck you," Doom promptly replied.
"Not nice..." Sorrow replied, smiling wider as blood dripped from the corners of his mouth where the stitches were giving away.
Doom fired his eagles rapidly at Sorrow, sending 50 calibur bullets shredding through Sorrow's armor. Sorrow simply cackled and quickened his pace towards Doom to an offensive approach, pulling his chain off his armor. Doom's heart raced as he counted the bullets being fired at Sorrow. 9...10...11...12...13...14. Rearing his arms back he pressed the clip release on his each side of the eagles and the clips fell gracefully to the ground with a clack. As he reached behind him for two more clips, he felt the hot lash of Sorrows chain across his face.
Falling backwards on the dusty floor, his face felt like it was on fire. He holstered his left eagle, and held the wound on his face with his left hand. Keeping the blood from flowing was a task none too easy.
Remembering why he was on the floor in the first place, he glanced up to see Sorrow's chain coming down for another swing. Doom Deftly rolled to the side, as the chain whipped into the ground parting the sea of dust where Doom had until recently been laying.
Doom rolled over and jumped to his feet loading another clip into his white desert eagle. The blood ran down over his neck and down under his chest plate. He quickly reapplied pressure to the wound on his face and continued firing at Sorrow and he laughed maniacally, coming at Doom again for another lash.
Swinging the chain around his body numerous times, Sorrow built up the momentum of his chain, then swung it full force at Doom's head. Ducking quickly, while still firing hole after hole into Sorrow's armor, he watched the chain swing around whipping against a wall, then come around low this time.
The chain quickly wrapped tiself around Doom's combat boot. With a yank, and another insane laugh, Sorrow pulled Doom's feet out from under him and brought him to the ground.
Flicking the chain up with his arm, Sorrow brought the momentum of the chain to a full force, whipping Doom on the end of the chain up into the air then back down into the ground. This gave Doom a severe headache. Sorrow lifted his chain again, high enough this time to smash Doom against the ceiling, then back into the floor.
His head searing with pain, Doom struggled to take aim at the chain which had it's spiked grasp around his leg. Sqeezing the trigger, sent a bullet straight through the chain, setting him free of Sorrow's grasp. At this, Sorrow showed his disapproval by letting out an ear shattering scream, which was everything but human.
Dropping his chain, Sorrow inhumanly flew backwards onto the wall and began crawling up to the ceiling like a spider, hissing at Doom with his bloody teeth. Realizing the eagle was not doing much damage against Sorrow, he holstered it to the side of his right leg, reached behind him and drew his sword. Sorrow's eye's widened at the site of this and he began cowering away from Doom to the best of his efforts.
Doom ran onderneath Sorrow and screaming, plunged his sword straight up into Sorrow's upper chest pinning him to the ceiling, on which he was climbing. Sorrow let out a otherwordly scream which sounded like an entire city crying out in fear, sadness, and pain. Doom winced at the sound trying to dodge the river of blood which ran from Sorrow's chest.
Withdrawing his sword caused the severely wounded Sorrow to drop to the ground with a thud. Sorrow peered up at Doom with fear and anger. Doom raised his sword to cut downward towards Sorrow's neck.
Right before the swing connected, rusty chains shot out from the web link, hooking into Sorrow's skin pulling him out of the way of Doom's blow. The sword cut into the ground with a thud. Doom looked up in surprise, to see Sorrow being dragged backwards, laughing maniacally.
Doom smirking at Sorrow's desperate attempt to escape, hurled his sword in a full forward swing, sending it straight into Sorrow's stomach. Sorrow let out another maniacal scream of pain.
Doom slowly walked over to where Sorrow was pinned to the ground by his sword. Sorrow struggled to free himself, but only failed more and more the closer Doom got. Staring down at Sorrow, he closed his eyes and spoke.
"Now leave..." he whispered.
Sorrow's screams stopped, the sounds of the suffering people was gone, and the smell of blood had dissapated. Doom opened his eyes and Sorrow was gone. Only his sword was left, stuck in the ground. Doom's wounds were gone as well, like the whole ordeal had never happened.
"I hate that fucker..." he spoke softly.
Resuming his previous thoughts, he pondered what he was to do about the blog site. Maybe he would try to revive it. He'd find the author and inspire them to come back and continue to compose their writings.
As Doom turned to leave, something caught his eye. On the nightstand next to the bed was a dust covered piece of paper. Reaching over and brushing the dust revealed something that made him smile. Not just any smile, but a smile and reflection and joy. It was a drawing that he had made for the author some years ago. It brought back memories. Not the kind of memories that make you cry, or the memories that makes one feel the way Doom did which allowed Sorrow to find him, but the memories that make you glad you met the person the memories are about.
Doom put the picture back down on the nightstand and walked back towards the weblink entrance. Taking one last look around, he spoke softly to himself.
"I should talk to her. It'd be nice to see this place up and running again," he said. "Yeah..."
He smiled again and walked into the weblink, continuing his previous journey.