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The Pack(Pride) info: The Code Of: 1.Respect all of your fellow members. 2.Be proud of being in The Pack(Pride). 3.Be nice to all. 4.Obey all of your mostly me, and purps commands... Also Wolfy's, or any mod for that matter. 5.Mastry is your uncle. 6.Purp's kittens are cute. 7.You DO NOT NEED to break a rule to be kicked. Yet we must have a good reason. 8.We MUST know/trust you for you to join. Ranks: (NOTE: EVERYONE WHO WAS IN THE ORIGNAL PACK IS IN THIS PACK, BECAUSE THIS IS THE ORIGNAL PACK JUST NEW MONARCHY.ALSO YOUI CAN EITHER PICK BETWEEN SPEACIAL RANK, OR PICK NORMAL. NORMAL MAKES IT TO WHERE YOU CAN CLIMB UP IN THE LADDER. SPEACIAL MAKES IT TO WHERE YOU JUST STAY IN THAT PLACE.) Alpha male: xomegax, I don't know where I am... I forgot my, and purps talk so... I'm like vice president. @.@ Alpha female: purplecat. Beta male: KonekoKeita Beta female: Yaossi Gamma male: slamur Gamma female: dragon_cat(Only since she barley even comes on here anymore.) Omega female: coldac Omega male: Sub females:pookiemonky Sub Males: Speacial ranks: The leaders(Not me, but xomegax's) kids: 28 kits.(B.t.w are cute.) The Exucutioner/Punisher: Me.(Kind'a an abuse of power, but hey who doesn't abuse their power...) Phantom Lancer: UltimaBlob The Cookie Goddess: Yaossi. The assassian/goth: 666emogod Mine: aryucrazy Librian/Maid: DJMarcoh Ruler of the beer universe: NAFeS Medic: masteraxe THE DUMB BLOND: super_cow Uncle for EVERYONE: Mastry Whatever she wants to be: Sita (She made The Pack.) If you want a rank talk to me, or purplecat. _____________________________________ For all you dames out there having problem with a husband/b.f/fiance... If you just had or it's been a day or to since some big argument about probley nothing here is what you'll go through... It's called "The circle of PMSMens...."© 1.You argue about something. 2.He stomps off, or goes off somewhere for a little while... 3.He comes back all sorryful, and all that. 4.He tries to make it better, and finally gets it 3-7 days. That's all you need to know. Also have fun witht he rest of my profile. IF YOU DARE. IF THIS DOES NOT WORK FOR YOU MAKE SURE IT'S A GUY... Also disclaimer... We are not responcible for any losses from using this. © From Evilducks Inc. From what I've learned only 4 Germans have a sense of humor, but are nicer than the French. My guidelines. Don't put jam on a magnet. Don't lean over on Tuesdays Don't put a sock in the toaster. Don't poke a badger with a spoon. Don't spit on superman's cape. Don't spit into the wind. YOU HAVE READ IT. YOU CAN'T UN-READ IT. Please don't think about pink elephants... You lose. Shadow_29: P.S i respect u Now for a story..... The night was quite. Nothing moved. You could hear a feather drop a mile away. There lay a man soiled with the blood of those who abandoned him. A man who was pushed too far. This is the story that lead to all of it. It all started it with the daily announcement for the city. They wanted everyone to listen to the announcements. With speakers installed in every place in the city. This was the daily brainwashing. The loud speakers bursted out. 'Good morning everyone. This early morning. Now today we have some news. The all of the philosophy books have been burned. Along with the free thought publications.We do not need our nice little city to be deluded with their uneducated words of them. Have been taken away to be dealt with. Have a pleasant day.' After hearing that I knew everyone thought. 'Another person killed for speaking up.' I always wanted to live here,but now we were stuck here, guarded 24/7. No one could leave or enter. We were left here. We were left in hell.... Chapter 2. The Rude Awakening.... I had my usual pancakes and bacon for breakfast, then packed up ready for school.I had to walk to school, since the city had banned automobiles, claiming they had come from a tainted world. I could never understand it really, but I never spoke up.As I walked I began to realise how like drones we are in this little city. We had the announcement. Then got up, and went to our job/school. Came back ate did something til' bed-time then went to sleep, and repeat. It was like we lost our souls, but I suddenly lost my train of thought realizing I arrived at the school. I got ready for my first class, and walked to my assigned desk. It was Language Arts. I sat in my desk who was beside my friend John-621. Though I we didn't say a word to each other I knew it made school a little better knowing that someone was there to go through the same hell I did. I drudged through school in a hase. I was given a pile of homework, and told to read these chapters from these books as usal... Chapters 3. I'm not nameing this chapter. Think of a name yourself. Whoops just named it. I dragged my self to my house. Unable to concentrate on anything. Feeling terrible, and useless. I had a stack of homework to do, but didn't feel like it. It had to go down stairs for dinner. Yet I took my daily medicine for the migraines I get, and walked down stairs feeling dizzy. I got down to dinner the nightly announcements came on. The loud speakers bursting out."Good evening. Sorry to interupt everyones dinner, but I have been imformed one of the writers from the camp has escaped, and is on the loose. Lock your windows doors, and keep your family safe. We do not know what he's campipule of, but we do not want to take chances." I saw no-one react, or even care. They just shook it off like it didn't care. They would probley re-act when he does come, or when the spot him, but until then they don't give a damn. I began eating my dinner which was meatloaf, mashed-potatoes, and green beans. The meatloaf was slightly burnt. We didn't say a word at dinner. We almost never talk, and when we do it's usually just a "Pardon me.". We have become souless, and empty, and as hollow as the letter "o". After dinner I went upstairs, and finished my home-work at 1 a.m. Trying not the think about the writer. Chapter 4. Fears. I awoke with a headache. So I took my medacation. I had become addicted to it. It was keep me from bursting. I did the normal with the normal breakfast. I walked out wondering where the writer was, and what he might do. I tried not to think about it, but the the thoughts kept coming back, and worse then ever. Some as he would murder me, and dump my body in a shallow lake, but I got to school, and it was one of the first times I was happy to be in school. School went by too fast then when it was time for dismissial. I didn't want to go. Everyone else just went without a care in the world. I finally walked out thinking. "If he was to get me there would be witnesses, or someone to help me.", but when I got out there there was hardley anyone out. So I walked cletching onto my binder white knuckled. Walking at a speed walking pase. Eyes dotting back, and forth. The suddenly I felt a pressence. I looked back, and in the corner of my eye I saw nothing, but I knew someone was there. I increased speed. I was going so fast I was almost at a running speed, but then I felt something grab me. I turned, and it was the writer... "Hello, nice to see you." Chapter 5. Revalation. I was petrafied at the sight of him. He was a tall rugged man. With a beard. He looked like he was beaten, or was in alot of fights. Probley from the camp. I tried squrimming out of his tight grip, but he was too strong for me. "What do you want!?" I screamed at the top of my lungs hoping someone would hear, and get help. "I need help." He said blankly. "For what?" "The cops are after me for what I wrote." "I couldn't figure that one out." I said with a sarcastic tone. "What did you write that is so bad that they're trying to kill you though?" "Just the usual. I speak out against the goverment. Point out flaws. Ask them why the world is so tainted from what they tell us." "So how does this concern me?" "I've noticed that you don't like it here." "No one does. We're mostly locked in here like animals, and told what to do, think, and even eat." "What if I said I knew a way to get out of here. Only you had to do something you never though you would, or wanted to do?" Then I thought of him as a God, and I didn't care what I had to do to get out of this hell. I just wanted out of here. Even if I had to kill everyone I loved, or loved. Chapter 6. The plan. We hid out in the park as he explained out escape plan. 'I don't think I got your name' I said. 'The name they gave me was Chris 35-42, but I will answer to just Chris.' 'Okay, mines Luke-916-34' 'Nice to meet you Luke.' 'Same to you. Now can we go over the plan?' 'Okay, but wouldn't you like to know what you had to do?' 'Yes just tell me so I can get out of this dump!' 'You're going to have to kill you family, and friends. I know this sounds hard for you.' Then I felt this sick feeling of happiness. Like I always wanted to kill them all along. I was ready. Just wondering when, where, and how. Chapter 7. Return to the begining. I had a sick twisted smile on my face. I never had this feeling before. Of happiness. 'It seems like you're enjoying this.' said Chris as he looked at me as if I've done something weird. 'I do?' I said while trying to look sadder. Yet made it even worse. 'Well anyways I'm going to give you some flaimible gas, and a gas mask.'Then I'll sneak into the announcement center,and send everyone into the auditorium. Then we have a to set off in 30 minutes after you set it... I think it's kind'a a good way to go out. Then we leave here, and start a new life, and never have to remember the hell we went through here.' I was in a daze. I was too happy to get out of here. I was handed a gas mask, a walkie-talkie, and a tank of propane. I spilt up with Chris to do our deed, and to get out of this hell once, and for all. Chapter 8. Redemption. I took the supplies, and headed off. I was happy to finally get rid of the wrechen place once, and for all. I sang happily on my way. "I'm free I'm finally free from this hell hole-e." I broke into the autotorium, and I put on the gas mask. Then I let the propane loose into the air. Turned on the walkie-talkie saying. 'I'm ready to go. Let's get rid of this place.' 'Okay I'll start the announcement. Met me in the park.' I walked to the door grabbed the handle, but I couldn't open it. I didn't want to open it. I didn't want to leave where I've lived these 16 hellish years. I didn't want to kill all of those who I loved so I sat down in one of the chairs. If I was going to die. Atleast I was bringing everyone with me. People filled the autotorium, and I waited for the time to set it off. 'Where are you!?' Yelled Chris through the walkie-talkie. 'I'm staying.' I stated. 'Are you crazy? I though you hated this place.' He screamed. 'I had a change of heart I said.' Then I turned off the walkie-talkie, and lit the match, and we all died in the blast. Chris died on the way to freedom. That is the story of our little town our little story that will never be told. Note: I wrote this out of bordom if you didn't like it. I don't care. Also I did not discribe things really, because we will always no matter the discribtion will always think of it differently. So I let you use your mind to think of the characters. Also I will work on the story over time make it better edit it. COMMENTS: Here is where you give me feedback, or respond, and I'm going to respond to it. Bring all your negitive comments. Also positive. Personaly I don't care.

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