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  <title>Stone tablets of a vampire.</title>
  <subtitle>My criminal record is none of your buisiness!</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Arin</name>
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  <updated>2009-04-13T04:43:55Z</updated>
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    <title>Life. The universe. Everything. 42.</title>
    <published>2009-04-13T04:43:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-13T04:43:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Three years since I updated this. Hot damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mostly because Woww forgot her birthday and has been locked out of the account for about that long. Rrrgh. She's still not back in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has happened. Life has...progressed. We don't see Woww too much these days, truthfully, because she's too busy with that bizarre place called the real world. She's got school to deal with. She's looking at colleges, and wants to be a mechanical engineer. Go figure, a ditz like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a vampire. Still dealing with tons of crazy siblings. Still surviving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you all around, I guess.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arin24_2001:14634</id>
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    <title>One good turn deserves another</title>
    <published>2006-01-23T01:12:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-23T01:12:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is gonna keep going for ages, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074731062" method="POST"&gt;&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Dance the night away by &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/karchan/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;karchan85&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name" value="Ra" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;What you Look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/craftygurl/1096216382840.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;The Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;R&amp;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="karchan85"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074731062"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've &lt;i&gt;gotta&lt;/i&gt; find a new way of tormenting each other.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arin24_2001:14455</id>
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    <title>arin24_2001 @ 2006-01-21T21:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-22T05:35:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-22T05:35:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, after a huge break, I am back. Sorry about not updating and all, Woww dropped the laptop off a cliff and it took us this long to get a new one. Curse those Grundos and their trading laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, um...hi.</content>
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    <title>Mountain Trip: Part 2. First few hours of torture...</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T02:44:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T02:44:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, today went badly from the start. And "from the start" means from the very moment I woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIIIIIING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grunff...gwaaagh." Only Woww sets an alarm clock when we go on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling out of the covers, I sat up blearily. And ducked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An arrow zoomed by overhead, to bury itself in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;"Funny, Nifri." I proceeded to tie Nifri to the ceiling fan with a sheet, and went down to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;And guess what was for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Stuff bombed with garlic, of course. And I found out the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"COUGH-COUGH-cough-HACK!" &lt;br /&gt;Snake jumped out of his chair and proceeded to do the Heimlich maneuver. A bit of sausage ejected itself from my beak and flew across the table, to hit a young Acara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watchit, wise girl!" it yelled across the table. I made a rude paw gesture and continued to eat the ceral, the only thing not bombed with garlic.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;When Nifri turned up at the table, several feathers scorched (Atwi had helped to get her down, by burning through the sheets. Little evil pyromaniac...) and in a bad mood. She picked up a spoon, to begin serving herself, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YAAARRRGH!" The spoon clattered on the floor. Several large, red blisters were visible where Nifri had held the spoon, and the fur-like feathers protecting the spot had been scorched away. Allergy to silver? Where had I heard that before... I shoved it out of my mind. I'd think about it later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess what, guys!!!" Only Woww can pronounce multiple exclamation marks at the end of a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;"We're going sledding today!!! Isn't it fun!!!" Responsible owner, my foot.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;While in my room, pulling on my jacket, I took a look at one of those complimetary calendars you always find in hotel rooms. And according to it, tonight is the full moon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh. This is not a good place to go on a bloodlust rampage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To be continued...&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arin24_2001:13973</id>
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    <title>The trip! Part 1-Up to the top of the mountain we go!</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T02:57:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-18T02:57:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, because Woww was too cheap to hire anything else, you wanna know how we got to Terror Mountain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By way of the pirate ship of my sworn enemy, Captain Dread. Stupid skeleton Kiko. I had to wear a disguise all trip. Do you know how much a false mustache can tickle? Luckily, the numbskull's brains must've rotted out long ago, he never recognised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we unloaded at the dock, and took the ski lift up to our lodge. This is how the ride up went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tossing the fake moustache into a snowdrift, I waited in line to get on the lift. Ahead, I heard the rest of the family conversing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, Itho, what are the best methods of killing vampires?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to even answer that, Nifri."&lt;br /&gt;"Gatak, what's changed on the Space Station since I've last been there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not much. Hey, Snake, whatsamatter? Cold? Or scared?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er um ergh ag...b-both."&lt;br /&gt;"You always wear that coat. How can you be cold?"&lt;br /&gt;"I-I just am, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Woww, are we there yet?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO, Coaco!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should give you an idea of what's going on. Pity me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we finally got on to the lift, taking up a total of four chairs, I found myself stuck next to Nifri. Hmm, maybe I could find out what problems she has with vampires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um... Nifri?" I asked the green Eyriess.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm?" she replied, her reply muffled by her pale blue winter coat.&lt;br /&gt;"What is it that you have against vampires?" I asked, twisting to look her in the eye. No mean feat when the owner's padded you (and everyone else) out with more layers than the candles on Fyora's birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One word. Silverstream." &lt;br /&gt;Oh. Silverstream. The place where I was born, and then cast out after a vampire bite. That explained more than it didn't. But there was one tiny nagging bit of doubt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what are you doing away from Silverstream, then?"&lt;br /&gt;Nifri snarled. "None of your business, vampire."&lt;br /&gt;I recoiled, and sat the rest of the ride in silence.&lt;br /&gt;*        *        *&lt;br /&gt;When we reached our lodge, the porter took our bags. After a mug of hot chocolate, we were shown to our rooms. And it turns out I'm sharing with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nifri, and Atwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lord, help me.</content>
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    <title>arin24_2001 @ 2005-05-16T17:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T00:43:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T00:43:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the "owner" has decided to torture us all. This time: a wonderful Family Vacation to Terror Mountain. Dangit, I hate that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also means that we get stuck in a log cabin with the "extensions" as I call them. You know, Gartak, Nifri, Atwi, and Itho. And you just want to know WHY that's a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gartak: He freaks me out. Creepy, cyborg  silver Grundo. Grow a sense of humor and STOPPIT WITH THE DARTH VADER IMPRESSIONS, ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nifri: Good lord, I never even see her. She hides in her room all day (which is, by the way, hung with garlic) and has holy-water traps rigged up all around the room. Something tells me she doesn't like vampires... &lt;br /&gt;And the gal never, EVER touches silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itho: Bounty hunter for Dr. Sloth. That should be self-explanitory. His speciality is hunting down escaped Grundo slaves... and with Huribed and Gartak in the house, things are heating up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atwi: Stop carrying around that flaming torch, dammit. And will it kill you to let go of your knife for three seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's the rest of the family. Who wants to be penned up with them? I mean, Coaco's got the brain of a rock, Snake screams at every shadow that crosses his path, Huribed is getting more and more tense every time she goes to the lab ray, and then there's Woww. The ditz owner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna survive this trip...</content>
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    <title>arin24_2001 @ 2005-05-05T20:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T03:35:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T03:35:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v367/wowwhony/hungrypirhanas.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil laugh*</content>
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    <title>arin24_2001 @ 2005-04-15T20:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-16T03:09:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-16T03:09:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Damn Reptillior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY YOU! THAT'S RIGHT, OWNER OF THAT (censored) REPTILLIOR! CONTROL YOUR (censored) PETPET, FOR GOD'S SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes off to find some Cactopus Cream*</content>
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    <title>More payback.</title>
    <published>2005-04-09T02:49:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-09T02:49:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I was immature and stole your idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v367/wowwhony/ra.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still hilariously funny.</content>
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    <title>Ra, it's time for payback!</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T14:47:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-08T14:47:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You think you're evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074731062" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Dance the night away by &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/karchan/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;karchan85&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name" value="Ra" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;What you Look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img144.exs.cx/img144/9229/43270spinning1nk.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;The Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;R&amp;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="karchan85"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074731062"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahahaaa!</content>
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    <title>arin24_2001 @ 2005-04-07T09:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-07T16:12:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-07T16:12:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, nothing else has happened, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Neopian Police came, but they got the wrong adress. Ended up carrying the poor Aisha next door halfway to Neopia Central before they realised that it was an Eyrie they were after. Phht. Poor idiots. (Ra, what address did you give them?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woww has a new account. (wowwus_sapien) With it comes a score of new "siblings".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nifri: Eyrie from Silverstream (where I was born). Somehow ended up in the pound, where Woww snagged her. One heck of a pest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itho: Ex-bounty hunter from the Space Station. Red Buzz. Scares the hell out of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gartak: Silver Grundo from the Space Station, and oddly, Huribed's brother. He's also a cyborg. Geez, I think Huribed shattered the eardrums of everyone on Mystery Island when she saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atwi: Shoyru. Warrior. She has this weird "punk" additude, and isn't really social. Ho well, I'll get her secrets out of her someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2x the pets, 2x the insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woww can't even control four pets, let alone eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes off to dig a bomb shelter in the backyard*</content>
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    <title>Rawr.</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T05:16:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T05:16:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I guess my little Gadgadsbogen rampage had a few teeny-tiny consequences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see my face on a wanted poster, please don't turn me in.</content>
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    <title>arin24_2001 @ 2005-03-12T20:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-13T04:48:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-13T04:48:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yoinked from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_thealmightyra' lj:user='thealmightyra' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://thealmightyra.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://thealmightyra.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;thealmightyra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074731062" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Dance the night away by &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/karchan/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;karchan85&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name" value="Arin" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;What you Look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.exs.cx/img179/9579/jenie9ai.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;The Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="karchan85"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074731062"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ra: Don't. Comment.</content>
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    <title>Yay, yahoo.</title>
    <published>2005-03-12T05:41:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-12T05:41:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, that was fun. Nothing like a good rampage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really interesting happened, 'cept for the fact that I "accidentally" found the Gadgadsbogen festival. Man did those suckers run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to suck the blood of several people, including one of the fruit stand managers and most of a group of Gothic-wannabe punk Lennys. Nearly got the Grand Bogen, but he got away. Probably would've just tasted like fruit juice anyways.</content>
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    <title>HIDE!!</title>
    <published>2005-03-01T04:52:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-01T04:52:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;THIS IS NOT ARIN. SHE IS CURRENTLY ON A RAMPAGE THROUGH THE FORESTS OF MYSTERY ISLAND.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, Arin's wonderful, luvverly owner Wowwhony will be telling you what the 'ell happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had somehow managed to get a Dino Snapper. I gave it to Arin for dinner, 'cuz she's the only one who'd eat it. Somehow, it awakened her primordial instincts. Her eyes glowed red, she ran out of the house, yadda yadda. I'm pretty sure she's drained someone's blood by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let her narrate when she gets back.</content>
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    <title>arin24_2001 @ 2005-02-11T20:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-12T04:24:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-12T04:24:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Same old, same old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woww is considering putting me in teh BC with another pic she's drawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, Woww has an LJ now. Don't visit, it's just a bunch of mindless ranting about her pathetic life in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snake, Coaco, and Huribed all have birthdays coming up, plus Woww's 1-year anniversary on Neo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored, lonely, depressed. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the full moon comes, I'll loose control, and go on a blood rampage. Stay clear, unless you want to have your lifeblood drained out through your esophagus.</content>
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    <title>&amp;gt;.</title>
    <published>2005-02-03T04:00:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-03T04:00:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My vampire side is lurking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood lust... the blood lust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit by bit, I'm losing control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hours are numbered. Soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I will have to drink blood. I can't avoid it. My vampire side calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand back, you might get hurt.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arin24_2001:10576</id>
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    <title>*snerk*</title>
    <published>2005-01-31T01:50:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-31T01:50:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Simple and Clean-Kingdom Hearts</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just when you've been waiting so sooo long, I've decided to update. Before all your minds turn to melted cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only semi-good thing about it was that I could play on MY terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a sec, that's a really good thing, right? Ho well, gotta carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my non-existant body, I rushed toward the blue smoke. It scattered and reformed behind me. I charged it again. It blew apart like, well, smoke in the wind, then reformed back behind me again. This wasn't going to work. But then I realised that the thing was now exactly opposite from the big light... I charged the blue smoke. It blew apart and once again, reformed behind me. Now it was exactly lined up with the big light. I charged it. It blew apart, but I kept going. I barreled headfirst into the big light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I was a form in my mind, a dazzling form that projected light into the darkest corners. As I concentrated, a blob of my form split off from the rest on a kind of neck. A beak sprouted out of the face, and blood-red eyes glared out of it. At the same time, legs shot out of the other part, a tail sprouted like a hyperactive weed, and a mane grew. I was a lightbeam in the shape of an Eyrie, wings and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounding toward the blue smoke, I reached out and touched it with one claw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dissolved. A cry of "NOOOOOOOO--ERK!ACK!GAAAAAAaaahhh..." followed it. Then the light let me go, and I left the presence of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ragged green Aisha lah facefirst in the mud, missing one ear. The same one that I had battled on the ship. One pale green paw was wrapped around the neck of an Island Aisha. I pried the stuill-warm fingers off of Siliron's neck. He twitched faintly, then opened his eyes. I moved on. He would live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to the green Aisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What caused you to do this?" I asked softly. He made no noise, but a bit of blood burbled out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I always end up killing them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my mind, I knew the answer. It would have been a threat to Neopia had he stayed alive. A cool, scaly hand touched my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did well," said the techo in the grass skirt, now sporting a magnificent black eye. I swallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I'll be able to cast spells without using a medium?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I gathered up Star Sparkwing, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you'll need some other way to occupy your time, fools.</content>
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    <title>Sorry to kill the suspense.</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T21:26:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T21:26:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://home.neopets.com/templates/homepage.phtml?pet_name=BlueHelix" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://jadephoenix.org/firepixie/vdaygift.gif" border="0" alt="Take me home with you..."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just keeping this out of the way here. Too bad, you thought this was an update to the lil story, huh?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arin24_2001:10080</id>
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    <title>Finally, something interesting.</title>
    <published>2005-01-23T04:32:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-23T04:32:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wowwhony falling facefirst into snow.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"OUCH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up into the face of Siliron. And that's when I figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;Up?&lt;br /&gt;Aishas are small, tiny compared to Eyries! That was when I suspected something wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;The Techo in the grass skirt turned around, staring at Siliron impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siliron, what do you want... Siliron?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siliron" turned around, but something happened...&lt;br /&gt;As he turned around, his fur melted together and turned a runny blue. He grew up, and up, and up, and up, until he stretched almost fifty feet above the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That Aisha was so easy to overcome. Now I can finally rule the world!" chuckled the giant Lupe in a voice that strangely reminded me of the sea crashing against rocks, beating them down, slowly. Then, as I watched, the giant Lupe reached down, seeking to harm the Techo. Then I snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flung myself in front of the giant paw. The last thing I saw was the scaled face of the Techo, using another's voice. &lt;i&gt;It lies in your heart... The lifeforce lies within you...&lt;/i&gt; Then I spiralled off into the blackness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light. The only thing existing in this world of blackness. I reached out a paw to touch it. But it kept jumping away from me. I growled, not hearing my own voice, and ran after it. The light kept moving, staying the same distance away. Then I heard a huge voice that reverberated within all me senses, but...&lt;br /&gt;My senses? What are those?&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at what would have been my body, but saw nothing. Then I looked into the blackness with eyes that were not there. A huge, smoky blue shape wafted around me, here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was locked in my own mind. The toughest battlefield of all.</content>
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    <title>arin24_2001 @ 2005-01-17T08:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-17T17:10:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-17T17:10:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DDR-"Butterfly"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was getting pretty used to being surprised by unexpected people by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, what the **** is a Guardian of the Malokokono Doo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker, a large green Techo with faerie wings and a grass skirt, smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am one. Siliron is one. And you, vampire, you are one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho boy. Not more prophecies and all that mumbo jumbo. I get to be a guardian of a thingy I can't even pronounce, my magic is fluctuating, and I probably just lost my biggest payoff cargo of the year, plus at least half of my crew. At least they all knew how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooookay. What's a Moloka Ding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the Techo smiled. Creepy, seeing a lizard smile. "The Malokono'Dio is the life force of all Neopia. If it were destroyed, the entirety of Neopia would not be destroyed, but all energy and potential life would be. It would be impossible to create new Neopets, magical items would flicker out, and all food would loose nutritional value. And if someone got ahold of it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then they could manipulate the entire world however he or she chooses," I finished for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeaat. Just absolutely, positively, ****ing great. The Magnok Dao was probably just an old stick or something. My turn to bamboozle her a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... how do you choose these guardians of the Marako Dag?" Ha. Let the little witch answer this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, that creepy lizard smile. "The Malokono'Dio, being the life energy of all Neopia, keeps a spiritual record of each pet that is born. We anylize each pet to see whether they'd make a good Guardian. There are several, er, requirements needed to become one. The willingness to use power, but not abuse it is one. You have to have the "tiki heart", which means you are comfortable and at home in Mystery Island, and possibly even fluent in the language."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Language fluency. I wasn't an expert, but I knew each of Neopia's languages well enough to barter (and win) in the trading stalls of bazaars all around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Techo continued. "There are many more guidelines, but I shall not list them all. But I shall tell you one thing. Your brother is a Guardian as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snake? Ho boy, now that was a huge killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um... isn't Snake a coward and a pacifist? So... protecting the Making Da with him wouldn't be very easy with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Snake has the attitude of the original Guardians, who never harmed anybody or anything, exept on self-defense or in defense of the Malokono'Dio. The Guardians were once like that. Until... Malikor." The Techo's face convulsed in anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'd have to tell Snake that. Anyway, this Malikor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lemme guess... Malikor turned traitor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded."To make a long story short, he betrayed us, abused the power, and turned himself into a sort of demi-god. He now calls himself Posidon, and has a fleet of pets that, like him, want nothing but to use the power to take over Neopia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho boy. Now, just one thing to prove that this wasn't some fairy tale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... if the Malinka Dog is real, can I see it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The techo started off at a brisk run, not even looking behind her as she beckoned me to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course. And it will also make you able to cast spells at any time, not just through high emotions or the blue stone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats why my magic was fluctuating. Oh well. I started running after her, until I ran into something very tall...</content>
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    <title>Part 3 of teh series.</title>
    <published>2005-01-11T01:35:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-11T01:35:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The YMCA song.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">When I woke up, the first thing I felt was sand. Then, something nuzzling me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OWCH! Star, whaddidya do that for..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening my eyes blearily, I saw Star Sparkwing, my Gallion, staring me in the face. Dang, those gallions have sharp claws... there was a line of blood right across my paw tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to worry about that later. So I picked up Star and headed into the jungle that bordered the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Star, what do you think of these tracks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star looked at me. I looked at Star. Then happened to look behind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same set of tracks came from behind me and stopped a pace away from my feet. On a hunch, I picked up my left foot/paw and checked the track under it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same pawprint. I'd been going in circles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GRAAAARR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, calm down, girl. You don't want to attract any unwelcome visitors on this island..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha... ok, who are you, and HOW IN THE NAME OF THYORA DID YOU GET HERE?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked behind me. A male Island Aisha in a gaudy hawaiian shirt and a pair of khaki shorts stood behind me, twirling a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"M'name is Siliron, girl. Don't you forget it. Just call my name and I'll come. Kalikinokono!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the last word, he wasw gone. Just a shimmer of sparks where he stood. Hmm, sounded like he used some Tiki-type spell. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, don't mind Siliron. He's unusually happy for a Guardian of the Maloko'no Dio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spun around to face this new character... and gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be... ah, you know the rest.</content>
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    <title>arin24_2001 @ 2004-12-31T08:58:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-31T17:00:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-31T17:00:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>BOOM! KABOOM! BAM!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Uh-oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floor of the cabin gave way, dropping me deep into the cargo hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked myself up and looked around. Nothing here but boxes labeled "Caution-Dynamite" and "Garlic".  My ears pricked backwards. I heard something. Then I turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large green Aisha leaned against the wall behind me, wrapped in a black cloak. A grin stretched across his features. Before he could do anything, I muttered a spell that would set him on fire, inextinguishable flames that would burn anyone to the death. I reeeaaally didn't like this dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened. Exept for the Aisha laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really thought you could get me with a little spell like that!" he crowed as he shot a long bolt of horizontal green light at me. Recognizing it as a Ramtor's Spellbook spell, I dodged it and rolled toward the Aisha, scimitar making a beeline for his stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the Aisha had no real combat training, because the clunch ducked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chopped off one of his ears. His roar, of pain, fury, and who-knows-what, filled my ears. I grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dersn Infernus Extingui!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before he went up in flames, he growled and sent a weak fire spell at me. I dodged it easily. A fatal mistake. The fire spell missed me, but connected solidly with one of the crates of dynamite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going flying through the air and hitting the water with a loud SPLAT. Treading water, I looked around. Then a flying Misletoe Wreath hit me on the head, and all went dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...</content>
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    <title>arin24_2001 @ 2004-12-25T19:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T03:46:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T03:46:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The dang timbers groaning beneath my bulk.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hoo boy. Reeaaaly interesting day today. And most of yesterday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had just gotten out of the Neolodge (Woww was in Cancun) and was celebrating with a pirate raid on some unsuspecting merchant ships. The cargo: Tomorrow's Advent Calendar items, plus the neopoints given out at the Advent Calendar. (No, I will not tell you what they are, ye'll find out tomorrow.) So everything was going well, until I decided to board one of the ships...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lay down the crow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to idiots: A crow is a plank with hooks on the end, used for boarding an enemy ships. Originally used in ancient Greece. I've revived it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aye aye, cap'n!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned wickedly and sharped my sword. I could make millions by selling these on the black market before the 26th. I was feeling so euphoric that I decided to lead the charge onto the enemy ship. A spotted Aisha on the other ship raised the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Captain, we're being boarded, sah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped off the crow and grabbed him by the neck. I could almost feel his fear, a huge Eyrie that smelled of... difference grabbing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aisleepay!" I purred. The Aisha dropped to the ground, asleep. I try to cause few casualties. Then I looked up from his limp body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire crew of the merchant ship was converging on me from one side. I was trapped, cut off from the rest of the crew. Their emotions, anticipation, lust, and a great deal of fear, filtered in through my senses. There was only one thing that could save me now, and it had tired me out greatly the only other time I'd done it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siliwar est dilmer kun!" I yelled. Once again, a purple circle, about five feet away from them on all sides, sprang up around the pets who threatened my life. The purple circle vanished. A tall, brawny Buzz began to laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've got ya now, lassie! Chaaaaarge!" He fired his wings and rushed toward me, a look of eager lust on his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then banged into an invisible wall exactly five feet from where he had stood before. A look of surprise, then pain crossed his features as the pets behind him also ran into the wall, or into him, if he was in the way. I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Later suckers!" I pranced off, looking for a trapdoor into the hold of the ship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And promptly tripped on a length of rope, sending me headlong into the cabin of the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the wood, already in disrepair, proved too insubstantial to hold my weight...</content>
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    <title>Great. Just Greeaat.</title>
    <published>2004-12-17T04:04:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-17T04:04:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">CREATORS, WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.neopets.com/pets/happy/kiko_garlic_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.neopets.com/pets/happy/jubjub_garlic_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to be a vampire sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me...</content>
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