Apparently this is a thing? I dunno. I wonder if anyone cares.

But anyways, WANNA KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT ME???

I got a lot to hide but have a defect where I'm super honest all the time.

Tuesday is almost over but I'll keep the openness ramped up to 11 until next journal I suppose. Or for forever.

Have at it~

"Hullo, I'm a shithead what's all fallen on hard times of my own doing.

I, like, need a new computer. Or, wait, no, I've thrown my life savings into moving cross country with some loser I met four days ago and it's not working out. Oh and my Xbox Live subscription is going to run out. And nobody's buying my art even though I'm offering quick pencil line doodles at the bargain deal of $40 a pop just cause of those poppy furs conspiring against my name. Er, wait, actually, it -is- just my computer. It's old and I really need a new one like srsly this thing is gonna crap out on me any second now and I'll just die without a computer. I'm also out of weed and that's totally killing me. I can't keep up with the stress of trying to find a job if I'm not high. People just keep not hiring me because they're discriminating against me as a furry and it's really driving me crazy.

Actually, I mean, I'm late on a fursuit payment. I only need a hundred dollars but I NEED IT LIKE BEFORE THREE DAYS FROM NOW and a true friend would totes give me that money cause like, I need it.

Well, er, really...I'm like..depressed? I think that's it. Some money would cheer me up. Or free art. I NEED SOME ART. Mine sucks. It's only fair, shit. You guys all make so much money for such little work. Don't I deserve some of that?

Oh and my toilet's broken. And the color in my hair is fading. And my mom hits me and makes me put broken glass in my vagina. And I need breast implants to follow my dreams.

Donors will get an honorary shoutout on my next journal if I can be bothered to remember. Send your donation to FuckYouIDeserveThis@PayPal.YourMom. I'll be deleting anyone on my watch list that doesn't respond.

If you truly valued me as a friend and you're not a fucking asshole Jew-cunt you'd help."

I'm leaving.

Yuuup~ Moved back to Normal, IL with  varzen! Total furry party house, brah.

Wanna see furries here ALL THE TIME. All y'all local bitches hit me up.. >:3

Welp, I'll be at RMFC this coming early month. Will see at least one old friend, hope to see more, and just as strongly hope to -not- see some other types who could possibly be going. But anyways..

Doubt it's the case, but anyone who knows me goin'? It's been over a year since I've been that far West.

If you'll be there, LET ME KNOW. We will do SOMETHING. And, it will be....glorious.

So yuh~

Welp, I never thought I'd get a Facebook but I guess it's happened. Mother really wanted to keep in touch with me better and I can't really let that woman down. So I have my own page now.

http://www.facebook.com/sai.marston

And since it's statistically proven that I'm the last person on the planet to sign up for this that means you all have pages too. So add me. Friends are cool..~

See ya there. :3

Have you ever had that moment where you're performing your morning daily abdulations, look down and say to yourself, "That is, without a doubt, the largest thing that has come out of me in my entire life."? Probably followed by, "Golly, it feels like a railroad spike has been dislodged from my spine."

I'm talking literally positive it's never been bigger. Not just 'Wow that was a bad one' but genuinely 'That's my lifetime record.' Ever had that day?

A less modest man would have taken a picture. Though I really almost did.

In ten days from now it's gonna be my birthday.. Older skunk on the 16th~

Varzie's off that day so if anyone wants to hang out maybe we'll do karaoke or something and cake..~

I'll probably have something else in mind and ready for the day soon. Anyone who's interested feel free to let me know and I'll keep you in the loop.

This is my first Illinois birthday..~

Hey well Varzie and I really want to commission an artist or some for some pictures of us and maybe some other things. Would anyone have any suggestions or leads on good, reliable artists that are currently taking money for art?

Just thought I'd throw that out there..~

Well, long story short, life since I moved has been a whirlwind of crazy-busy.

Like, srsly, busy. It actually feels kinda' cool to be doing too much to bother with FA. But eh, it's not like I ever did much anyways.

But I do still love furry! FURRY! Furrrryy..~ So I haven't abandoned the fandom.

AND I WILL BE AT MFF! That's the best. I really need my yearly weekend of no pants.

I'll be the guy who looks better than your girlfriend in that skirt. Hit me up and we'll skunk around~

I'll have a phone for texting so lemme know if y'wanna meet up. I'll totally give you my number if you don't suck.

And most of you don't suck. I love you all. 'Cept the suckies.

Peace~

It's really foggy tonight. Foggy and cold. My roommate and I are rolling through the back streets around where I live. I love doing this in the dark..

My roommate is a great guy. He knows what going outside at night like this does for me, and selflessly donates his time to come along. He looks bundled up for a cold bike ride, wearing his reflective jacket, helmet and a warm, heavy coat. I have on my lightest jacket and a single underarmor sleeve. My head's protected by the sturdy brim of cardboard in my hat as I zip past on my rollerblades. I'm moving fast..

And I smile. Because I love the dark.. There's hardly any streetlights here. The entire road's a gamble. Potholes, speed-bumps, manhole covers, trash.. Anything can come up and everything matters when blading. With the fog I can't see twenty feet in front of me. I lose detail closer to ten. And it's like a game..

I smile because I love this game. I love the speed and the visceral crunch of rock and road inches below my feet. Steam rises from my breath and body as I speed up for the hill. There's a stitch in my side reminding me I haven't eaten. I ignore it and press on. I freeze and press on.
The darkness is exciting. Cars pass and do their best to miss me; I do my best to stay out of their way. Obstacles sneak up on me in the dark and I dodge nimbly around, mentally keeping score. One more danger avoided, another ten feet without falling..

I feel alive in the cold. I smile as I rush downhill. I smile because I am in danger. I smile because I am flamboyant. My white fox tail bounces behind me for every passing motorist who bothers to look back. I look terribly silly, but the fog swallows everybody back up just as quickly as they came and there's no one to care.

The fog makes me happy. Seeing so little of the world through darkness and mist has this super surreal, comforting effect. It's comforting to feel that in a few bounds I could escape my roommate in the fog. I could escape everyone and everything.. With a little dodging I could be lost and completely out of sight. I think of finding my very own, cozy little spot and laying down to die, dreaming of never being found. I don't believe we stay behind after the mist.. Everything dissipates with the light of dawn..

The stitch in my side worsens. My lungs ache. My body glows with a numbness that nearly paralyzes. Sometimes it's only the discomfort of a warm-blooded body that reminds me I'm alive. I pant and I smile. I look back and my roommate is pedaling close behind me. He wouldn't let me dart off, heh..

We eventually reach home and I clop up the stairs, my roommate close behind. I smile with personal amusement as I turn the doorknob, delighted by the difficulty of the task. My uncovered fingers barely close around the metal; if opening the door required any more effort I may have been stuck. But I successfully breach the entrance to our home and am greeted by the light and warmth of indoors.

My smile fades as warmth soothes my skin. The clarity and safety of my apartment washes over me. The pain of life comes with it. Nobody understands when you never tell them. And nobody accepts that you won't tell them. As the cold drains from my body it takes me with it. Warmth smothers my body, enveloping my core where the final cries of the stinging cold are drowned. That's where I hide..

I peel my jacket off and throw my hat on the floor. It's in the moment alone as my roommate puts his bike outside that I swim amongst the thoughts of my head. It's that moment of twilight between lethal cold and safety that my darker thoughts come to light. I nearly lose myself in the confusion and regrets that only come when I'm alone and safe. I tear myself up over the wrong, the angry, the refusal, the self-destructive and the lonely that plague me. It creeps up on me like it always does when I'm alone. I feel like crying again and I only mostly refrain.

The porch door slams shut and I hear my roommate coming towards me. He can't see me like this. They only want to pry when they see you like this. I sniffle and wipe my face on a dirty towel. My roommate appears in the doorway to my room.

And I smile..

It's my birthday on the 16th. I wanted to say something clever here but I can't think of anything.

I'll be 22..

And my license expires. That's fun..

I probably won't do anything.

I wanna..~

Subject: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/756592/
I also got the nudity pic but I have a better body than that~

1. What do you think my character would have a job/career in?
2. What is unique about my character that you enjoy?
3. What are his/her flaws?
4. What are some changes you would like to see?
5. What would you like to see my character doing in future pictures?
6. How old does my character look?
7. On a scale of 1-10, how attractive is my character?
8. On a scale to 1-10, how sexually attractive is my character?
9. On a scale to 1-10, how well does my character fit me?
10. If you could, how would you personally change himto fit me better?

Oh, and I just lost my job. So don't say 'Plaid Clerk'.

Oh! And...I'm going to Rainfurrest. I need a room, but I'm not worried~

If you're gonna bother reading, please reach the end. My conclusion is a lot happier than most of this. Just...

This past week and some I've been suffering through one of the worst flareups from my, ugh..condition? I'm not even sure what to call it anymore. I'm sick, I hate it. I hate it. I. Hate. It.

This..broken...tic..I just want to keep going forever. I can't put the pain I was feeling into strong enough words to accurately describe it.

I can try..

It was blinding. All-consuming. I felt I was being shredded alive from the inside out, like a chest-burster that couldn't get through the ribs and just started thrashing about in there. It was day in, it was day out. Pain. Pain, and burning and clawing and gnawing and pulsing and IT DOESN'T FUCKING STOP IT DOESN'T STOP AAAAAAAAAAARRGHGJHDSSDSDNNN... And just..after a week or so, I'm just such a mess of a man.. I'm reduced to this starving, vomiting, writhing, absolutely fucking crippled heap wondering why I don't just fucking die already. It seems almost unnatural to survive this pain, it's so bad.. I puke up blood all the time. I oftentimes can't take more than half a breath because my muscles are so tightly clenched.

And I try, so, hard.. I try so hard.. Oh my god I try so, so hard.. I bike to work and I work until they send me home cause I'm a puking and then I miss work but force myself to keep going back when I'm not sleeping and that just makes it worse and, ugh.. AUGH! I survived my last shift, but oh my god just barely.. I did such a subpar job, and I was trying so hard.. I all but broke down in front of my coworker who, after the manager stepped into the other room, asked me for serious if I was ok and I just said one word and it all spilled out..

I'm so scared. It's expensive to get sick and I'm already losing work to this. I could lose my job. Then my home. And why? Why? Because my body doesn't know how to not eat itself once every few weeks. I feel this sickness is taking everything from me and I just don't know if I have what it takes to keep going. I don't know when that next time I puke is the straw that broke the camel's back and I finally find myself labeled as officially 'defective' and destined for the scrap heap or permanent hospital bed.

I get so, so dark in the midst of these throes. I make sounds that would invoke mercy-killing upon a lesser creature. I get so dark..

And then...I hit now.

I'm not in pain. For the first time in over a week, I'm fine.. And I hit this point. I generally coast into it, healing slowly, feeling a little better for a day or two and then just...notice.

And oh.. Oh. Oh.. I sit here and..I can only weep tears of joy.. It's like..waking from a nightmare. No, the real world isn't all that bad, shh.. That's not real, you're safe..

I'm so, fucking, happy, to just sit, and breathe, and relish each passing breath. I can't believe what a gift this feels like. Every time.. Food tastes livelier and colors seem brighter and I'm suddenly filled with all that energy that had been shoved to the side and piling up while I lay bedridden for so long.

I'm so grateful to be alive. I'm so happy to be alive. I was feeling well for the first time in so long so GOD FUKIT if it's 3 in the morning I'm going to spend over an hour outside rollerblading shirtless in the cold just because I feel so alive and IT FEELS SO GOOD....

I guess my conclusion is that this illness, or whatever it is, is real fucking scary.. I really, really need to find out what's wrong with me. But regardless, and no matter how distant or whiny or dark I get in my worst of times, I don't want to be 'that sick guy' at my best of times. I'm still happy. I still want to have fun and hell, I'm still gonna have fun.. When I'm not in pain I just feel like cheering to everyone around me. 'Hey! Isn't it AWESOME when things don't hurt?! Everything is so much -better- than it could be! And, oh man, that's great. Have a nice day.'

I come out of these episodes praising life and limb just as strongly as I curse the foul gods of torment slapping my tangled puppet strings, just to giggle when I jerk.

I only wish I could have just as easily found such appreciation for life without these ongoing lows. Just..from someone who's suffered enough to really see, please..

Celebrate your health.

Nothing good..

I got my ears pierced at Claire's in the mall at  varzen's behest.

It's quite a different experience from nipples and navel by a burly bald dude who goes by Tom Cat and who's tattoo parlor, Tom Cat's Tattoos, has the walls decorated with hand-painted images of sex and violence. Furries, even. Heh, Tom Cat..

They're very cute. I'm thinking of my tongue and/or foreskin next. We'll see.

So, in what is likely the single happiest happening in my young life, my boyfriend  varzen is set to move in with me today after a five day road trip across the country from Illinois. My (very first!) small, empty yet cluttered apartment here in Beaverton, OR 97005 is his destination. Well, he'd say I'm his destination. Same dealy though.

I'm exceptionally tired; I've been up all night. I spent most all of last night-to-morning, 9:45pm to about 7:55am, moving and lifting and cleaning and dealing with people working Plaid. I work at Plaid Pantry now, by the way. It's great, honestly.. I never thought of myself as a clerk before this, but it feels like it fits everything I could ask out of a first job to a surprising T. So I'm a bit tired, but still not ready for bed.

I've thrown my balls to everything I've accomplished over these past few months. It's paid off in that I've set the foundations for an adult life sturdy enough to land my lovely, lovely man of a fox without buckling one bit.. Oh, luv..~

And I'm 21 this Saturday. My mother's coming from Washington to visit and take me to dinner. We'll go to the Copper Monkey, where  doctorlombriz works, so we can use his discount and he can get me some birthday beer at the bar. And  varzen is coming too. I..I sort of plan to come out to my mother about us. I think she's already suspicious, wouldn't disapprove, and really would want to know.. All-in-all, I'm expecting my birthday to be a memorable day.

I work again tomorrow, but I'm ok with that.. Varzen will drive me, he can meet some of my coworkers. I think they'd like to meet him~

I never had plans to fail in life. And little offends me more than the wrongly judgmental. So-called friends who would proclaim I'd never get a job. That I was a parasitic leech, mooch, opportunistic user, or who would refuse to give me any credit for any of my accomplishments. And though my recent bouts of sickness are also mocked and criticized, I had never felt weaker or been in more debilitating pain than those agonizing weeks.
Though I still kept my job searching and keeping clean-cut and going to interviews. I barely made it through the interview that landed me my job, and was throwing up in the bushes about forty seconds leaving the building after. I threw up seven times on the job during my first three days. I managed to perform well enough to keep my job though.. Kept quiet about being sick.. But eh, It was necessary. And look what it's got me. I've started a new life that's about all that I could ask for.. I love my roommate  doctorlombriz and I love my job. Beaverton is excellent. And  varzen...<3<3<3
All of you who just wrote me off as a loser can go fall off a cliff for all I care.

*A-hem,* but I'm happy, and that's what it boils down to.. My hard work has paid off. I've been patient, always reminding myself that I'm patient, waiting for this day to come.. This is a reunion years in the making..
I love  varzen, and got him a little surprise off Amazon. He's gonna love it. Rawr~

Yeah, I'm tired..but it's a good tired.

P.S. Plaid Pantry is a convenience store

I just rewrote my Pounced ad and it's fucking awesome. Like, really, it's pretty funny and worth reading, but I'm not gonna repost the whole wording here. So just follow this link and read and tell me what you think. Pls do, I think I did a good job~

http://www.pounced.org/personals/vi......php?hpad=7692

Ten Things You Want To Say To Ten Different People:

1. You mean more to me than I could ever portray or explain or prove and everything I do wrong I just...wish could be different, or wish wasn't wrong..

2. I'm sorry we aren't more compatible. You've changed me in so many ways and I'm not as perfect as you think, but it means the world to me that you continue to think so.

3. Your loyalty and friendship and understanding and empathy and silliness is something I've never had to question or ask for and that I can stand on that means more to me than you're probably even comfortable with, but I hope you can understand just how special you are someday.

4. I'm torn between wishing your life story wasn't so soul rending and glad that things worked out the way they did so that I could actually meet you. I wouldn't be the person I was today without you..

5. I hope those nights of discovery mean as much to you as they did to me. Fuck the police; I won't forget you.

6. The sexual rapture I've felt with you may or may not be something I'll ever recover from or feel again and I don't know what I think of our incompatibility in so many other regards, but I'm appreciative of how you've changed me..

7. I will never care how much you suffer. Becoming aware of your existence was a mistake, and the real tragedy is that you'll never understand why I or anyone else could ever think this. Fuck you. The fact that I can't forget the shit you've put me and so many others through disgusts me more than any other regret of my life.

8. You will likely never understand just how amazing I am and how much worse you could have done, and will probably continue to think the opposites of me for the duration of your life. I hope that's not the case.

9. I love and appreciate and respect all you've done for me more than I could ever say to your face.. I'd kill to protect you.. You mean more to me than just about anything, and I hope you're always happy.

10. You're a lot more amazing than you'll ever think you are. I really, really hope we meet someday; I owe you an ass kicking.

Nine Things About Yourself:

1. I am an amazing fighter. There are very, very, VERY few people I meet on a daily basis or who matter in my life that I don't feel absolutely confident I could destroy. The fact that nobody acknowledges this amuses me. And, eh, I don't like having to bother proving it, but if anyone wants..try it.

2. My kindergarten soccer team was the Yellow Jackets.. Aside from a few ties, we never lost a game.

3. I'm smarter and internalize/investigate everything said to and around me more than anyone likely believes. Talk to me sometime though, honestly, and you might see it.

4. I hate people but have a strong faith in and love of humanity.

5. I love being alone, but I get lonely.

6. I have one impressive dick. Like, seriously, it could kill and eat most any other one I've seen.

7. I, -love-, drugs and alcohol. Amongst other vices. And I will never care what anyone thinks of that.

8. I won't lie to you. What I tell you is what I think of you.

9. I am likely more discreetly OCD about every over of cleanliness about my body than anyone else you'll ever meet that you're not creeped out by. Like, seriously.

Eight Ways To Win My Heart: (You want to do that)

1. Don't fucking judge what I do. My sex, drugs, music and personality are me and I'm not changing any of it for any of you.

2. Smell pleasant.. Or at least acceptable..

3. Have an honest, open-mind.

4. Appreciate the things I do for you..

5. In bed: treat me like your needy bitch.

6. I never mean it when I joke around. If I'm serious, you'll know it. Don't take my being silly seriously.. And if I tread on toes, forgive me.

7. Engage me. If I have a reason to want to hear more, I'll pursue.

8. Tell me I'm cute and adorable and lovely and special.. It always makes me happy..

Seven things that cross your mind a lot:

1. "How can you tolerate living like that?"

2. "Fuck the fucking system and this world."

3. "I'm so horny; I wish something/one was inside me."

4. "Why does everyone care?"

5. "Yeah fuck you."

6. "I wish you were here.."

7. "Think what you want. I don't care. I could destroy you."

Six Things You Wish You Never Did:

1. Hurt my friends.

2. Lost anything to religion.

3. Bought those games and books that ended up being not worth the money.

4. Been unable to properly defend myself in my youth to those whose memory of me is pathetic or at the least forgettable.

5. Fucked a fucker or two..

6. Lost my temper then for anything I wouldn't lose my temper to now.

Five Turn Offs:

1. Disrespect towards my uninterest.

2. Body stench.

3. Ignoring me.

4. Losers

5. Disrespect towards just how much you're -not- in control of me.


Four Turn Ons:

1. DRUGS. And drunk. And cock.

2. Admiration.

3. A feral/rough demeanor.

4. Proper furriness..


Three Smileys That Describe Your Life:

1. :3

2. :/

3. >:

Two Things You Want To Do Before You Die:

1. Change the world. Or at least enough people that it means the world to me.

2. Prove to everyone who matters that I did and do things right.

One Confession:

1. I honestly think I'm better, in mind and body, than a grossly significant amount of the human population, and if everyone thought and acted more like I did, the world would be an immeasurably better place.

Well then..

So I just hit 1111 pageviews.. I guess that's pretty cool..

Is that an important number? I'm not sure if it's a milestone or what..

I'd post a picture but I don't feel like it.

I don't really plan on going anywhere or seeing anyone, though I wish that weren't the case. Should be a pretty nice day regardless.

If anything special comes up I'll probably post it here.

I got some Steam games I play now. Left 4 Dead and Team Fortress 2 so far and a few others. I would love some more Steam friends. Add me and play with me. <3

Steam ID: sai_skunk

Pretty easy. Now go do it.

Oh, also, it's my birthday on the 16th.

I never get any presents or art or anything. I say we make it all your guys' job to change that this year.




.....oh gosh please I'm so unloved.. :(

And I really have to pee.




That's pretty much it.


[EDIT]: I peed, so I'm all better now.

So, I was chatting with  spelunkersal and...random happened. Thought this all up on the fly, and it was too amazing to not show off.

C'mon, read it all. It's funneh. :P


[00:31] SaiH8sAIM: Hey.. What's up?
[00:33] Apocalypse Forge: hey
[00:33] Apocalypse Forge: drawin
[00:33] SaiH8sAIM: You do a lot of that. :3
[00:33] SaiH8sAIM: Havin' fun?
[00:35] Apocalypse Forge: yeah
[00:35] SaiH8sAIM: Yay! :3
[00:35] SaiH8sAIM: I've been havin' fun, too.
[00:35] SaiH8sAIM: Brawlin' and having weird dreams about Brawl.
[00:35] SaiH8sAIM: And lookin' at pictures. Some of them were your pictures. :3
[00:36] Apocalypse Forge: o.o
[00:36] Apocalypse Forge: weird dreams about brawl? my pictures?
[00:37] SaiH8sAIM: I dunno.. I had some dream about Brawl being turned into a competitive rail-shooting light-gun game and I was playing with some boy form the future who wanted to kill me.
[00:41] Apocalypse Forge: XD
[00:41] Apocalypse Forge: terminator plotline
[00:41] Apocalypse Forge: is your name John Connor!?
[00:41] SaiH8sAIM: M-m-maybe...I forget! D:
[00:42] SaiH8sAIM: Oshit, that can't be good.
[00:42] Apocalypse Forge: :O
[00:43] SaiH8sAIM: :O
[00:43] SaiH8sAIM: I think I heard something outside..
[00:44] Apocalypse Forge: watch out, it might be a terminator!
[00:44] SaiH8sAIM: Omg hide me.. . _ .
[00:45] Apocalypse Forge: what if... I'M the terminator... *grin*
[00:46] SaiH8sAIM: Then I'd be a little less worried cause you're in Nevada.. o . o
[00:46] Apocalypse Forge: i could have lied and be outside your house right now
[00:47] SaiH8sAIM: *Gasp..* You're right! I got a wireless router!
[00:47] SaiH8sAIM: Well what color's my house, then?! > - <
[00:49] Apocalypse Forge: uhm... uh... it's house colored!
[00:49] SaiH8sAIM: Wrong! >:3
[00:49] SaiH8sAIM: My house is actually a very un-house color!
[00:55] Apocalypse Forge: you cant trick me!
[00:55] Apocalypse Forge: its impossible to tell the house color at night >>
[00:55] Apocalypse Forge: everything looks dark and blue!
[00:56] SaiH8sAIM: The Terminator can see at night!!! > - <
[00:59] Apocalypse Forge: erk!
[00:59] Apocalypse Forge: Nnngh....
[01:00] Apocalypse Forge: NOOOOOOOOOO!!! *screen shakes, explosion sound. starts sweating at the witness stand*
[01:02] SaiH8sAIM: *Slaps his desk, closes eyes for a moment for dramatic effect, then whips his finger out menacingly!* And also! We called your hotel....and they say you -did- order that Brazilian porno!!
[01:04] Apocalypse Forge: *ting sound, calms down, with a smug look on his face* Hehehehehe..... What hotel?
[01:09] SaiH8sAIM: *Gasp* Uh, uh... Y-y'know..the one over on the main street--
[01:11] Apocalypse Forge: *cackles with a sharp, sinister look* I'm afraid you've failed to pin anything on me this time, Mr. Skunk.
[01:12] SaiH8sAIM: *Slams a fist down on his desk and goes over an internal dialogue* [N-no, I was so close--! If..if only...]
[01:13] SaiH8sAIM: *The back doors slam open! It's my old rival!* "Your honor, they just found traces of that hotel on Main Street in the defendent's urine sample!"
[01:13] SaiH8sAIM: *EVERYONE GASPS*
[01:15] Apocalypse Forge: *goes into outrageous exclamation* W-what!? It can't be!! I... I....!
[01:15] Apocalypse Forge: I....
[01:15] Apocalypse Forge: Hehehehe. You've forgotten one important detail. *gains confidence again*
[01:15] SaiH8sAIM: *Judge slams gavel!* Dependent...can you explain this?!
[01:16] Apocalypse Forge: Maybe... maybe I was there.
[01:16] Apocalypse Forge: But you cant prove I did anything.
[01:16] Apocalypse Forge: Mr Skunk.
[01:16] SaiH8sAIM: HOLD IT!!
[01:17] SaiH8sAIM: *Whips finger out* I think you forgot about something, Defendant!!!
[01:18] SaiH8sAIM: The old woman you bumped into on and then told to rip off her own cunt and eat it (rather than apologize) on your way out! We -your- business card in -her- coat, and it has your toe-prints on it!
[01:20] Apocalypse Forge: Wh-wha-whaaaaaaat!? *exclamation animation* ....GGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! THAT WOMAN!!!!! *evil glare with overthetop animation*
[01:21] SaiH8sAIM: *Fists on his hips, chest out, lookin' smug* And have we got a surprise for you.. Mrs. Oldsack, c'mon in!!
[01:22] Apocalypse Forge: *ting sound* .......Hehehe.
[01:22] Apocalypse Forge: Fine. Play it your way, Mr. Skunk. *smiles innocently, butterflies come floating around*
[01:23] Apocalypse Forge: I did it. I ordered that Brazilian porno. So what? What does that prove? Mr. Skunk?
[01:23] Apocalypse Forge: Where's my motive? Show me the evidence. *giggles cutely*
[01:30] SaiH8sAIM: *Grins* I'm glad you bring this up, Defendant!
[01:31] SaiH8sAIM: Because the victim was a big fan of Brazilian porn and whackin' it with other men! As...*digs around*...THESE photos so gratuitously prove! *Presents!*
[01:32] SaiH8sAIM: You knew this, spying on the victim in his hotel, and used it to gain his trust, access to his room....and access to HIM!
[01:37] Apocalypse Forge: I.... You.... How did you get those!? *pauses, sweats* NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! *screen shakes again*
[01:39] SaiH8sAIM: *Raises fist menacingly* Unlucky for you, the victim has ANOTHER fetish...one you didn't know of!
[01:39] SaiH8sAIM: A....voyeur fetish!
[01:39] SaiH8sAIM: *Crowd gasps..*
[01:40] SaiH8sAIM: And this video here is what he captured on his hidden little smut cam.. It has everything! The porno, the masturbation, you taking it up the ass and squealing like a girl, and...the murder!!
[01:40] SaiH8sAIM: *SLAMS both his hands down* Admit it...
[01:41] SaiH8sAIM: *Whips finger out towards, theme song starts playing* YOU killed Cornelius Sanchez, in the privacy of his own hotel room, with the lead, double-ended dildo!!!
[01:44] Apocalypse Forge: GRRRRR!! *maniacle, evil glare*

.... *ting sound again, calms down, looks innocent* ....Well well, Mr. Skunk. You've done well for yourself.
[01:45] SaiH8sAIM: *Gasps, looks worried...starts talking to himself again* [Oh no, that glare! How can he possibly wriggle his way out of this one?! What's he planning?!]
[01:46] SaiH8sAIM: *The judge looks down* D..Defendant! What do you have to say for yourself?!
[01:47] Apocalypse Forge: *he smiles, bringing his hands together in such an adorable way* I forgot to mention something.... The hotel... why... I've never actually been to that hotel.
[01:48] SaiH8sAIM: *Sweats* But..the video--!
[01:48] SaiH8sAIM: You're on the video! This is -your- ass getting plowed! *Points! Replays it in slow motion!*
[01:49] Apocalypse Forge: Teehee! Mr. Skunk. Don't be so naive. Look at me. There are plenty of other bedfellows like me. It's a common appearance between us. *closes eyes and gives a petite chuckle*
[01:50] Apocalypse Forge: Actually. That night. I was at a condo. In fact. That's where I'm staying right now! I guess I should have mentioned that in my testimony about where I would be earlier. I made a mistake! Could you ever forgive me, Mr. Judge?
[01:51] SaiH8sAIM: *Judge slams his gavel* Alright, alright, these things happen.. Please revise your testimony for the eight time, Mr. Defendant. And no more missed details, you cheeky little blighter~ *Pinches your cheek*
[01:54] Apocalypse Forge: Tehe! Yes, sir, Mr Judge sir. ^^

I flew into the city only a few days ago. It's been very hot the entire time I've been here. Actually, now that I think about it, it DID rain that day... Anyway, I've been staying in this condo ever since. It's being provided for me for my stay here, hehe! So you see, there's no way I could have gone to that hotel. Why would I?
[01:55] SaiH8sAIM: *Shouts* HOLD IT!!!
[01:57] SaiH8sAIM: *Slams his paws down!* Then what about Mrs. Oldsack, and you telling us that you did rent that porno!! You just said that...how can you..?! "OBJECTION!!!" *The prosecutor slams a broadsword into her desk* "Mr. Skunk is badgering my client with things that happened in the past and bear no relevance to the present!!!"
[01:58] SaiH8sAIM: *Judge slams the gavel down!* "You will refrain from badgering the Defendant, Mr. Skunk!"
[01:59] SaiH8sAIM: ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uZr3JWYdy8 )
[01:59] Apocalypse Forge: *chuckles and flicks his hair out of the way, personality changing a little* Give it up, Skunk. You can't win.... Hehe!
[02:00] Apocalypse Forge: damn you
[02:01] SaiH8sAIM: *Slams his fist on the desk, hunches over it, starts sweating* [N-no..I was so close! And if I lose here, my annoying but adorable assistant will go to jail! This...this can't be..] *He starts digging through his evidence..* [There..there -has- to be something..!]
[02:02] SaiH8sAIM: (Hehe.. You got Mario Paint-roller'd!! >:3)
[02:03] SaiH8sAIM: *Judge slams the gavel!!* "I think that's enough! If you can't prove that the Defendant is guilty, then the court will assume that Baby Badger is and she'll be sent to jail for FOURTEEN MILLION YEARS!!!"
[02:04] Apocalypse Forge: XD
[02:04] SaiH8sAIM: *Prosecutor starts laughing* "Hahaha! I told you, Mr. Skunk! I never lose a case!"
[02:04] Apocalypse Forge: Hehe! Naturally. ^^ Lil ol me couldn't possibly have done anything wrong. Dont you think, Mr Skunk? Hehehe...
[02:06] SaiH8sAIM: *A little screen comes up, with options of 'Give up' and 'Keep trying' underneath* {It's hopeless.. Wanna just give up here like a pussy and condemn your best friend to a life of prison-rape and unhappiness? Now's your chance. Might as well, y'know}
[02:08] Apocalypse Forge: *starts to step down from the witness stand* Hey Mr. Skunk... Maybe if you wanted, I could show you a... good time too. he-he-he....
[02:08] SaiH8sAIM: *Judge frowns..* "Mr. Skunk, if you've nothing left to present as evidence.. *His gavel starts to raise, when...*
[02:08] SaiH8sAIM: *Everything goes silent..* [No, I won't lose...!]
[02:08] SaiH8sAIM: ....HOLD IT!!!
[02:09] Apocalypse Forge: ! Nnngh!
[02:09] SaiH8sAIM: *Everyone gasps!* Your honor, I DO have one more piece of evidence to present to this court..!
[02:10] SaiH8sAIM: And it will prove everything, and prove Baby Badger's alibi!
[02:10] SaiH8sAIM: *Judge goes wide-eyed!* O - O;;
[02:11] Apocalypse Forge: N-no... you don't mean...! *sweats*
[02:11] SaiH8sAIM: Prosecutor looks angry and nervous!* >:0
[02:12] SaiH8sAIM: *SLAMS his paw onto the table* Yes, your honor.. And it's...*Digs through his suitcase*...THIS brick!!
[02:13] SaiH8sAIM: *Judge shakes his head and sighs* Mr. Skunk, might I ask you to not waste the court's time with meaningless evidence? I'm afraid I'm going to have to penalize you, and allow you one more try to show the court a piece of -real- evidence.
[02:13] SaiH8sAIM: *Arms go limp, he sweats* Er, yes, your honor..
[02:14] SaiH8sAIM: *Goes back into his first pose, dramatic music starts again!* As I was saying, your honor..
[02:14] Apocalypse Forge: *laughs* Hehe! You're a funny guy, Mr. Skunk. Perhaps we should... get to know each other.
[02:14] Apocalypse Forge: *evil glare*
[02:15] SaiH8sAIM: You'll be 'getting to know' plenty of funny guys soon enough, Mr. Defendant!
[02:15] SaiH8sAIM: *SLAMS his paw onto the table* Yes, your honor.. And it's...*Digs through his suitcase*...THIS hairpin from the victim's aunt's spoiled toy poodle!!
[02:15] SaiH8sAIM: *EVERYONE GASPS....*
[02:16] Apocalypse Forge: Th-that hairpin... I thought I...! *evil glare.... starts sweating* I- mean... What does that have to do with anything!?
[02:17] SaiH8sAIM: *Slams his fist down again!* EVERYTHING!
[02:18] SaiH8sAIM: The victim's Aunt is a very rich woman, with a very unhealthy obsession with poodles! She gets them groomed and pedicured every day, and only uses sapphire-infused-tin for her dog's hairpins! She also gets each one monogrammed with her pet's name and her address, so they can be returned if found!
[02:19] SaiH8sAIM: And, clearly as this video shows, you were wearing a wig while getting down and sweaty with the victim! A wig that wouldn't dropping hair in your eyes! Since it was hair longer than you usually dealt with, you didn't have a hair pin on you!
[02:19] SaiH8sAIM: And the victim had just come back from visiting his aunt...with a whole stash of expensive hair pins to sell on the black market!
[02:20] SaiH8sAIM: And when he saw you struggling with your hair, and offered you a hair pin to pin it back...
[02:20] SaiH8sAIM: *EVERYONE GASPS AGAIN!*
[02:20] Apocalypse Forge: *he gasps loudly!*
[02:20] Apocalypse Forge: Aaaah! *cringe!*
[02:22] SaiH8sAIM: *Poses with his fists on his hips again!* That's right! It's the same pin you offered me when we met in the lobby so you could tie my hair back in a pony-tail for a convenient handle for our pre-case fuck!!
[02:22] SaiH8sAIM: *Raises his paws* And I, wearing gloves today (conveniently), haven't actually TOUCHED the pin, so your finger prints will be all over it!!!
[02:23] Apocalypse Forge: Grrrr! You..... YOU!!! *evil glare, stares into your soul* *ting sound, innocent look, smiles* ....You win, Mr. Skunk. *closes eyes and tilts head adorably*
[02:24] SaiH8sAIM: *Jaw drop..* I...what?
[02:25] Apocalypse Forge: Your bluff was excellently played out, I must say. but you're right. I killed him. Hehehe...! *glows*
[02:26] Apocalypse Forge: I only wish I could have another chance at you, Mr Skunk. Mr. Judge, can I go now? I think I have a jail cell waiting for me, don't I? hmmhmm! ^^
[02:27] Apocalypse Forge: Remember me, Sai Skunk. I'll be counting the days until I can take you to bed.... permanently. *butterflies fly around, he smiles*
[02:27] SaiH8sAIM: *Everyone gasps, the judge goes wide-eyes ( O - O;; ), and the prosecutor slams a fist through her desk! Then the judge speaks..* "Er, right, I mean.." *Cough* "Bailiff! Take this man away!"
[02:28] SaiH8sAIM: *The bailiff does, but pauses as you both pass by my desk, giving you chance at some parting words.. I'm too shocked to speak, though!*
[02:30] Apocalypse Forge: *he gives a gentle smile, with a deep piercing stare, reaches out to caress your cheek* Mr. Skunk. Enjoy your time while you can. I mean what I said. I will show you a ... good time. Someday! *he leaves the used condom he used with the victim before murdering him on your desk. Hidden evidence!*
[02:32] SaiH8sAIM: *Doesn't really wanna touch it, and just stares at you in disbelief..*
[02:33] SaiH8sAIM: "You...you ruined everything!"
[02:34] SaiH8sAIM: *The prosecutor's broadsword SMASHES him in the face and he flips over backwards off his chair. But she's cute, so she can get away with it* "MY PERFECT WIN RECORD! YOU DISGRACED MY FAMILY'S NAME!!" *She SLAMS the sword into the downed skunk again and again. No blood though, this is only rated Teen.*
[02:34] SaiH8sAIM: *Confetti! Fanfare!*
[02:35] SaiH8sAIM: *The judge slams his gavel down.* Mr. Skunk, you have impressed me yet again! And, in lieu of this evidence, I am ready to pass my verdict...
[02:35] SaiH8sAIM: NOT GUILTY
[02:35] SaiH8sAIM: *Everyone cheers!*
[02:36] Apocalypse Forge: well, that was fun XD
[02:36] SaiH8sAIM: *Raises a battered paw comically* H-help...mme--"SKUNKIE!!" *Baby Badger pounces and bounces around on!* "I knew you could do it!! Now let's go get ice cream!"
[02:36] SaiH8sAIM: *Goes to get ice cream*
[02:36] Apocalypse Forge: lol
[02:36] SaiH8sAIM: END OF CHAPTER
[02:37] SaiH8sAIM: There now I'm done. Jus' lemme save my game first...
[02:37] Apocalypse Forge: :3
[02:37] SaiH8sAIM: :3

1. Your Name:
2. Age:
3. Fave Color:
4. Are you a virgin?
5. Are we friends?
6. Do you have a crush on me?
7. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
8. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?
9. Would you walk on the beach with me?
10. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me?
11. Do you talk about me?
12. Do you think I'm a good person?
13. Would you could change anything about me?
14. If you could ask one question, what would it be?
15. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
16. Where do you live? if US what state?
17. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

MAKE IT DONE