the previous subject line brought this one to mind
George Michael - Killer

Quote:

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So you want to be free
To live your life the way you wanna be
Will you give if we cry
Will we live or will we die
Tainted hearts heal with time
Shoot bad love so we can
Stop the bleeding
Solitary brother, is there still a part of you that
Wants to live?
Solitary sister, is there still a part of you that
Wants to give?
Solitary brother,is there still a part of you that
Wants to live?
Solitary sister, is there still a part of you that
Wants to give?
If we try to live our lives
The way we wanna be
Solitary brother, is there still a part of you that
Wants to live?
Solitary sister,is there still a part of you that
Wants to give?
Solitary brother, is there still a part of you that
Wants to live?
Salitary sister, is there still a part of you that
Wants to give?
Racism in future kings can only lead to no good
And besides, all our sons and daughters already
Know how that feels

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A quick search didn't find this one suggested before, so here goes:
"(Dont' Fear) The Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult
from: www.blueoystercult.com
(Don't Fear) The Reaper
by Donald Roeser
1976 B. O'Cult Songs, Inc.
All our times have come
Here - but now there - gone
Seasons dont fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are
Come on, baby
Dont fear the reaper
Baby, take my hand
Dont fear the reaper
Well be able to fly
Dont fear the reaper
Baby, Im your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Valentine is done
Here but now theyre gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity
Romeo and Juliet
Forty thousand men and women everyday
Like Romeo and Juliet
Forty thousand men and women everyday
Redefine happiness
Another forty thousand comin everyday
We can be like they are
Come on, baby
Dont fear the reaper
Baby, take my hand
Dont fear the reaper
Well be able to fly
Dont fear the reaper
Baby Im your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Love of two is one
Here but now theyre gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear that she couldnt go on
And the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying dont be afraid
Come on, baby
And she had no fear
And she ran to him
Then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye
She had become like they are
She had taken his hand
She had become like they are
Come on, baby
Dont fear the reaper

I envision this as turning Doug in to a modified version of the Shishi Gami from "Mononoke Himi." If you've seen the movie, where the Shishi Gami walks the ground bursts into life, the life flurishes and then dies, all during each step. By the time the Shishi Gami raises his hoof the gound is dead. In this case, everything Doug touches dies; the plants in the ground, the bacteria in the air, everything. A downfall is that *everything* he touches dies, even his friends and allies. It would be one of those songs that would be used as a last resort.
Alternatively, it could make Doug and his team members immune to death. If they get killed, they just revive and keep going, or they just can't be killed. You could make it so they take damage but, if the damage gets bad enough to kill them, they regenerate to fight some more. Closer to the "growth/death" cycle from the movie.
Brian

...Or, Just How Crazy -Is- Angst-Boy, Anyway?
See, at the start of Naruto, Sasuke is gloomy, driven, and about as expressive as a rock. However, he's also clever, observant, and able to react well under pressure. (Well, up to a point - but nobody's perfect.)
Which means that, when Snake-face hits him with a jutsu who's -entire- -purpose- is to scare its targets stupid, his reaction of complete panic is, well, predictable.
So how the hell does someone that logical (if, occaisionally, oblivious) end up deciding that a complete psycho who a.) has flat out -admitted- to having all -sorts- of unnatural desires with regards to his precious Uchiha hide, b.) is demanding that he completely abandon the new emotional bonds he's managed to build (which we -know- he values, from several different incidents), and c.) was so weak that a 70-year-old fart (who, BTW, was wading through too much emotional attachment to fight at more than half power) managed to kick him out of the village that -he- wanted to take over... and make it stick... is a better ally than Konoha's combined repetoire of training, techniques, and support staff?
This is not a -dumb- decision, folks. It's fucking -crazy-. And, frankly, it comes out of nowhere, even accounting for his jealousy of Naruto.
These Curse Seals have mental affects - we -know- that, the Sound Four flat out -told- him so.
The implications are, I think, obvious. And I'm genuinely shocked at how many of Sasuke's partisans (ie, -all- of them) seem to have missed the entire possibility.
Opinions?
Ja, -n
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."

the following is intended for amusement only. And is not intended to be a 'canon' WW or DW story, merely a 6-in-the-bloody-AM-plotbunny-won't-leave-me-alone story.
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So now I'm mostly retired. Instead of power armor and bank heists, I run one of the damndest meat counters you'll find in this New York city. I've always loved NY, you know, and now I guess I'm seeing a different part of it.
I'm not even mad at the Warriors. That Loon guy, he's alright. Was one of the bigwigs behind the loans that got me this place. I even shook his hand once. Good guy.
I can still remember though, laying in the Park on that cheerful sunny day.. Man, what a weird day for a bank heist, I shoulda picked one that was more gloomy..
*shakes head*
ANYway, I'm layin' in the middle of the Park feeling my armor melt off me, just melt off me like I'm the Amazing Butterman and it's a buck-twenty in the shade, and that damn music.. the music...
Like I said, I'm mostly retired. Every now and then I plan a heist, just in my mind, ya know.. just to keep in form. I gotta admit, I'm sleeping better now.
*slaps enormous belly*
And I'm definetly eating alright! That's one thing they don't tells you, crime pays damn good, but it tends to have "irregular" schedules, you know what I mean?
So yeah. _My_ life of crime is over. But I still have that one golden memory from 'After', to keep me warm at night, ya know? See, I punched that Andrew Eldritch.. I punched him right in the face!
*stares of into the distance smiling happily for a moment, then goes back to work.*
--- Kokuten Daysleeper, Retired Epicced Officered DorfWire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979

This is a resurrection of a thread that I believe the Hacker destroyed -- Shayne and I started trading bits and pieces of our characters jointly teaching a DADA class at Hogwarts. I lost the spark for a while, and it stalled until it was wiped, but by chance I kept a local copy, which I'm now reposting in the hopes that we can start this thread up again.

Rather than risk the delivery problems we seem to be running into this week, I decided to post here. Don't worry, take your time, and get to the material when you can. I'll write on ahead -- if it's usable, great, if not, I'll stash it against future need.

-- Bob
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It's a "magical" land. I think "magical" is ancient Greek for "pain in the butt". -- Bun-Bun, Sluggy Freelance, 11/9/03

Baen Webscriptions have updated, finally :-)
They seem to be getting later and later during the month :-(

Oh, deedle-dee, three tots are we,
And we're as clever as can be.
We live with Grandma Ida
And our dear old Grandpa Ned.
And little Baby Mike (the brat)
And don't forget the Siamese cat
And in the attic from Detroit is big fat Uncle Fred.
Oh, Grandpa wishes he were rich
And Grandma just complains (the bitch)
And Uncle Fred sits drunk in bed.
Mike cries all night and day.
The cat thinks that he owns the place.
He bites and scratches on the face.
It'd be so nice if they all went away.
Away! Away! Away-dee-daydee-daydee-daydee-daydee-daydee-day!
The cat is dead! The cat is dead!
I went to pat him on the head.
He didn't purr, he didn't meow.
He didn't blink or sniff.
He seemed to have a funny smile
That made me laugh but all the while
The tail that used to flip and flop got awful cold and stiff.
We chopped him into little bits
And seasoned him with apple bits.
And with some dust,
We made a crust
And put him in a pie.
Into the oven he did slip
Until the crust was nice and crisp.
I'll love that little kitty 'til I die.
I die! I didee-didee-didee-didee-didee-didee-die!
The cat is dead! The cat is dead!
And Mikey too and Uncle Fred,
Expiring all so suddenly
While sipping down some tea.
The tea was hot,
The tea was nice,
With strychnine and a little spice
To cover up the funny taste of our conspiracy.
When Grandpa saw what we had done
He went straight for his hunting gun.
But we were quick, we stole the clip.
The rest is history.
To make sure Grandma wouldn't flee,
We gave her a lobotomy,
And now she's just as happy as can be.
Can be! Can beedle-deedle-deedle-deedle-deedle-deedle-dee!
The cat is dead! The cat is dead!
I went to pat him on the head.
He didn't purr, he didn't meow.
He didn't blink or sniff.
He seemed to have a funny smile
That made me laugh but all the while
The tail that used to flip and flop got awful cold and stiff.
We chopped him into little bits
And seasoned him with apple bits.
And with some dust,
We made a crust
And put him in a pie.
Into the oven he did slip
Until the crust was nice and crisp.
I'll love that little kitty 'til I die.
I die! I didee-didee-didee-didee-didee-didee-die!
-- The Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo, The Cat Is Dead
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

I just realized that I don't have an area here for any non-DW fics I might write. I'm going to have to take care of that soon.
In the mean time, here's a little bit of something that I've been playing around with in my head for a few months, and which I've started slowly putting down in text. I'll be honest -- this is all that's written so far, and I may never get past this point with all the other things on my plate. But I thought I'd throw it out and see if it intrigues anyone. It has a title, but I don't want to reveal it at the moment. I will say that it is a post-HBP Harry Potter story.
Enjoy.
-- Bob

...that was mentioned some time back.
I can't find it in any of the threads I've searched, so
I suspect it vanished in a forum crash.
The fic in question had an organization known as
T.I.C.K.L.E., and either they or some other group
of bad guys were trying to get Harry and Hermione
together.
That's all I can remember. Any assistance will be
greatly appreciated.
-z