The average rounds expended per kill with the M16 in Vietnam was 50,000. Snipers averaged 1.3 rounds. The cost difference was $2300 v. 27 cents.
Status: missin Rosa
music, cars, airsoft, computers, tv, talking to friends, chillaxing and playing smash bros, FINAL FANTASY ADVENT CHILDREN, talking to Jessie, Rosa, Kaite, and Megan Delylah on meebo. < Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
Dislikes
long walks on the beach, myspace, I hate homophobes, mosquitoes, calls when I'm busy, loose pants most of the time, annoying people, followers, stalkers, being judged, told what to do, stuff like that
*favourites off my mp3 player* saturnian mist,all gone dead, christian death, bring me the horizon, siousxie and the banshees, combichrist, cruxshadows, sisters of mercy
“A love like ours can never die….,” that’s the last thing that Connor dreamed that night. The last thing he heard his darling whisper out before he woke up to the harsh reality that his darling was now dead. He awoke gasping, his whole body felt cold as if he was lifeless, and yet he was sweating profusely. He pushed his black hair out of his face before he looked over to his side. Where his love should be there was nothing there….proving that all of it was not a mere nightmare. That his darling and only love was now dead. Ever since her death…it was like as if he died that day too…He talked less and less until he had no reason to talk to others…Silence fell upon him as he started to distance himself from others more and more. He continued to live this miserable life without her…until he soon found himself wishing that he could die as well.
He looked out towards the window and that it was night…no light seemed to dare to beam through his window. He blinked a couple of times before he finally got up from out of bed. He grabbed some skinny jeans and slipped them on with ease on his long legs. Next he put on a tight long sleeved gray shirt, leaving his black hair ruffled lightly on his handsome face. He was about to walk out….that was until he spotted a switchblade on counter right by the exit. He seemed to stare at it for the longest time….contemplating…did he really need it…After a while of thinking, he finally took it and placed it in his pants pocket before stepping out.
He walked out that night…walking underneath the romantic starry night sky. This was a perfect day for lovers to go out and be together…or for a vampire to find his prey, even more so a Lamia such as himself. He walked and walked…letting his long legs take him somewhere. He didn’t know where he was going….only that he was going somewhere…This night…it reminded him of the other night. The last night he spent with her…and the first night he was covered in her blood. He couldn’t seem to get her out of his mind…the flawless porcelain skin that was so incredibly soft underneath his fingertips…her eyes that seemed that they could look directly through him and know immediately what was wrong…and that voice…that wonderful voice that could lure anyone to her…
But all of that was gone…she was gone. And it was all thanks to him….He walked up and noticed that he ended up at a bar. But it wasn’t just any bar…no…it was a slayers’ bar…He looked up at the bar and said nothing. It was pure suicide….walking into this bar. He would either walk in and get killed or somehow kill them all…He had nothing to lose anymore, so either way he didn’t care how it turned out. He walked in casually as I nothing was wrong with a Lamia to be in here. As soon as he got in, it seemed like all of the men and women inside stopped to stare at Connor. They stared and he stared right back. Everything seemed to be frozen. Connor looked at them all….until his eyes reached the man that was closest to him. Suddenly with one swift movement, he took out that switchblade and threw it directly at the man. It hit him square in the hit, right in the middle of his brows.
It seemed like as soon as his dead body hit the floor all the other slayers went to attack Connor. But little did they know…something else happened as well. As soon as he the blood started to spill out o the man and the sweet smell of the crimson liquid hit his nose, Connor became not only someone else…but something else. A vicious snarl came from him, making his whole body tremble. The blood lust was too much within Connor or him to withstand it. He soon started to attack the men back. This was definitely no longer Connor…Connor being the highly intelligent man that he was would have a plan out something. He would have been careful of not getting injured but this Connor was different. This was full of pure anger…nothing else seemed to cross his mind but the idea of killing. He wanted more blood…he didn’t care if it came from him or the others. As long as blood was spilled so the sweet scent could come back to him.
They stuck stakes into him over and over. They did nothing but just hang out of his body. Connor’s blood poured out of his body, but that only seemed to fuel him more. He ripped the heads of the slayers…he bit them and ripped their throats out. He even sometimes grabbed their own weapons and killed them with it. Even though blood was still pouring out of Connor…he never stopped this onslaught.
Do me a favor and delete me from your friends' list.
I'm doing it to you, so you might as well do the same.
Goodbye now.
"The Dark Angel of my nightmares My greatest fear, my worst enemy & my true love I know, in the remnants of my heart, that my new found addiction to you Shall be the end of me"
