There was nothing other than gold, deep within his head, I was so certain of it. At the very moment our eyes met, I rushed towards him with vigilance and pinned him against the wall with my elbow tucked deeply into his adam's apple. The door slammed shut. His voice wrenched, as if being strangled alive. But, he could not speak, for inanimate objects are unable to speak. How absurd would that be, for completely inanimate objects to talk? Although, I am very sure of myself that if he were a real person he would plead and beg for his life. In fact, he just may have begged and pleaded for his life, although I forcefully broke all the cartilage in his trachea, thus collapsing his windpipe. Tears began to bead out of his eyes. I most gracefully held up my claw hammer in the reverse position, as to remove a nail from a piece of plywood and tore away at his skin, his flesh, his skull. I smiled, my mouth dripped and began to salivate. Simply to dig away at the dirt and find my gold. I felt greed, for fortune was near. But, alas, there was nothing more to find but a brain and myself drenched in a lavish red of blood and gore. Perhaps he was indeed a living man and not a magical treasure chest sent to me by my pirate minions of the other world.

Over the past years I've been conditioning myself against the elements without even thinking about it. I leave my windows in my bedroom open all year long. Even when it's freezing cold, I don't bother to close the windows or turn on the heat. When it's really cold at night in the freezing wind outside, I can be perfectly fine with just a t-shirt. When I wash the dishes in scalding hot water, I use my bare hands. At work, every once in a while I'll get shocked; I try to avoid it, but it happens. It used to hurt, but now it just tickles a bit. Although I haven't been working on my poison resistance, I may just have a stronger overall elemental resistance than the common man.

From Diablo II:

Natural Resistance

Required Level: 30

Prerequisites: Iron Skin [18]

In order to survive the unforgiving lands of the north, the people of the Barbarian tribes have developed hardy resistances to the common elements. Heat and cold alike are something they endure often. Since food is scarce while foraging, they have learned to consume species of plants that would slay normal men. Through additional training, a warrior can further fortify himself against these dangers, allowing him to better survive while traveling to unfamiliar lands and battling unknown foes.

Passive Effect: Increases resistances to elemental damage.

Natural Resistance gives Resistances to Lightning, Fire, Cold, and Poison but does not include Magic Resistance.

On days like this I simply want to just mutilate myself to death with a
miniature knife or a claw hammer and laugh at my final moments. I have
too much rage locked within and I just need someone or something to
dispose of it into. Everything is just grinding my gears; pounding away
at my sanity. Stress, work, people, etcetera. Lifting weights is a good
outlet, but then I can't walk properly after. I'm going three times a
week now and have my diet nailed down tight. I need someone to push me
and shove me around so I can proudly throw them headfirst into a wall.
That would feel so refreshing; kind of like urinating after having to
hold it in for 5 hours before one's bladder explodes. What a shitty way
to die, having your bladder explode. It's possible. Now, I'm just
rambling. What a waste of time.

I truly despise this new private home page on Xanga with a burning passion. It really makes me not want to use Xanga anymore. If I want to read subscriptions, I would click subscriptions, would I not? If it's not broken, don't fix it. I don't
want Xanga to transform into a MySpace or Facebook, which it won't
because it's fucking Xanga and the last thing anyone wants is another
one of those.

Still much work to be done, but it's coming together. Sculpting green stuff epoxy takes more strength than I thought it would, it's really tough shit. Here is my ninja munny...

Yes, yes... With the first few pictures you thought it was going to be shit didn't you? Don't be shy, I know.

My neck is stiff, stomach sick, and fatigued all over.
In dire times of sickness, I realize that I'm fragile as any other human. Sometimes I feel as if I could collapse and never wake up ever again. When I'm in perfect health, I feel like nothing can kill me. I don't get sick when I'm active, but when I take a months break, I'm pretty much screwed.

My newest hobby is sculpting and painting vinyl figures, I'll have some pictures up shortly.

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I'm very talented at hiding my rage, so talented that I easily forget that I'm angry. But, sometimes I'm just passively ready to explode. Sometimes I just need someone to give me a little shove to set off the bomb. When I'm really upset at someone who isn't related to me, I have dreams of torturing and slaying them for months and months. Last night I hung a man outside of a window by his left ankle and dropped him four stories down, he survived but his nose was permanently broken off. I laughed at him as he whined at his misfortune.