That is, of course, if you have the time. XD
...LOCKON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Shawn Kevolsky ProfileVELNAVIAN PERSONNEL DATA BANK NAME:??? KNOWN ALIASES: Shawn Kevolsky, "Russian Ripper" COVER JOB: Postal Worker POSITION: Assassin AFFILIATION: Freelance, prefers Anti-Velnavian forces WEAPON OF CHOICE: Knives THREAT LEVEL: 5 - KILL ON SIGHT BIO: Sporting a Gordan-Freeman like look and a black suit, this cold-hearted assassin is known for showing his proficiency and affinity for knives in combat, preferring them over any gun. Often works with "Gregory McShale".Shawn Kevolsky Profile


Untitled PoemAnd as I look up, I wish I could meet you there, Far, far, away, in the clouds, somewhere, Yet the chains of this world hold me down, And it's people don't bother to look past my frown, To see a wonderful place, lit by our love, Yes, the angels carried your message from far above, I can come? Truly? My debt has been paid, I am collected from this place, As I look up, I don't have to strain to see your face, Here there is no trouble, no children dying each hour, Every stranger is a friend, there are no needs to be sour, As we waltz down our favorite lane, I can hear the shouts oUntitled Poem


Chronicle 6: On the edge of exThey had moved to a new building, a nice, large apartment. They had all taken separate rooms and were glad to be out of the hell hole that Auntie's had become. They had given Sant's brother, Sech, a proper burial. Sant walked around the large, empty loft that was his room. It was a good place to sit down and feel calm. Something Sant had missed for quite some time. He sat down and began to calm himself, to listen more intently to what was going on. He reached a point of serenity to which few people can go. He thought, perhaps, this was an out-of-body experience. He strode around in this dream world, pondering why he could possibleChronicle 6: On the edge of ex
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Redhii demo, Hosuto demo, kamawanaiyo <3
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I'm a spaz when no one's looking.
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Timmy was a Chemist, but Timmy is no more.
What Timmy thought was H20, was H2SO4.
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Mass convulsions strike the choir, by the grace of God.
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Mass convulsions strike the choir, by the grace of God.
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