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My left testicle is hurting again for some reason. Why? I'm really not sure. Though something is telling I should really refrain from masturbating. It seems to happen every time....this is distressing because one does not simply look at porn without having a wank.

Ever heard of Newgrounds.com? You haven't/have? Well it's kind of a shell of it's former self. I went back there recently to (shamefully) play an old dating sim game that was once pretty big. funny thing is, I remember the game being an EXAGGERATING NUMBER TIME BETTER!! Why do I say this? Well, the game has random encounters. You know, a random battle with some enemy. You fight, win, etc. Except now, it's impossible to win. For some reason, you always lose. It used to be that you'd learn different attacks but now, you just attack. No strategy, and it's futile. You always lose! What happened?! I'm sad...Sure I'm making myself out to be a bit of an otaku when crying over a sim dating game, but hey, I consider it nostalgic. What happened? That isn't the way I remember the game.

Animals Crossing. In this game, Rover the Cat...IS GOD

Noah Caspar

Basics:
Nickname: Casper
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 178 lbs
Gender: Male
Style: Fist of Fiery Heart: A style that is all about passion and energy. A descendant of the Art of Wildfire, it is style that calls for mixing numerous fighting styles and wielding many weapons. Great for those who all about the front lines.
Race: Human
Abilities/Skills/Equipment: Noah carries a 'magical' golden wallet that holds a cache of weapons and items that can be summoned into user's hand at will. Highly agile and quick and surprisingly strong for his stature. Capable of using any weapon he comes across with skill as well as using several secret magical arts passed down by his Master.
Weaknesses: Being a bit of perv/casanova, Noah get's distracted by the fairer sex in "steamy" times. Noah is very cocky, thus he tends to jump into the fray with little thought.
Side: Good Guy

Biography
Noah was once apart of the Lung Clan, an uproarious gang of delinquents that caused all sorts of trouble. At the time, Noah was still young, and the gang was planning on getting into a large gang fight. When fight began, it was broken up by a man in a red duster coat intervened. The man took care of the opposing rival gang, but this offended the Lung Clan. Though, rather than attack the man, they turned fled. All except for Noah who stayed. He had been itching for fight, and he intended on getting one. Noah charged the man, but was easily beaten. Impressed by his spunk, the offered to teach the young gang member. Initially, Noah refused, but then man revealed himself to be one heroes who saved the world from, Amos Duug. Noah immediately took back his words agreed to be taken under the old hero's wing

Personality Young and full of piss and vinegar. Noah is brash youth who always looking for a challenge. Noah is also very optimistic and doesn't usually frown. He's also considered to be a Casanova since he's always turning his head and making passes at pretty girls

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With a swift, and relatively simple blow to the head, the Titans were able to subdue the insane and ultimately lethal Alice. The unstable psychic had caused much destruction that day; transforming the surrounding city into her twisted imagination. Though, just as soon as the reality warping psychic was knocked out, the illusion was brought asunder. The strange realm melted away and ceased to exist. In its place, the city around everyone returned. Alice herself was locked up and sent to the highest security prison available for her kind.

When all the dust from the ensuing battle had settled, the Titans were left with a different matter. Two new faces had made themselves know. They had fought alongside the Titans. Now, they had to introduce themselves.

Levitating everyone to safer ground, Snow Raven, as well as the other present Titans introduced themselves and thanked the two mysterious benefactors. "Who are you two?" Snow inquired, looking at the two with a slightly puzzled looked. The girl with bright neon blue spoke first. "I'm Triple Play!" She said with all the energy a youth of her age would have. "You can call me, Spooky, though. Some friends of mine do." Snow clicked her tongue and turned her head to the other character. As if things couldn't get any stranger, this one was some kind of cyborg. Before Snow could say anything, the cyborg introduced himself. "I am Tempest." Snow stared coldly as she hovered slightly. Her expression was calculative as she processed the situation. here were to young crime fighters just like her. new blood was always welcome in Titan's Tower. Snow and the rest of the Titans that showed up to fight Alice and the apparition of the terrible demon, Trigon, returned to the tower. Along with them, Triple Play and Tempest.

Upon returning, the titans were greeted by two notes left on the kitchen counter. The notes were left by Star and Crygon. Snow examine Star's note first. It was written in a neat cursive form. "To my dearest friends. I have decided that I must leave. I just got word from my family that they need me. My mother, especially who has run into a debt problem thanks hospital bills. My father was recently involved in a car accident. He's lucky to be alive. It happened a few night ago when two maniacs were racing on their motorcycles. I will always cherish the time I spent with you all. Thank you for the memories." Snow finished reading the letter, but not without breathing an emotional sigh. She turned to look at the other note. The Titan slowly reached for the letter, wishing not to reading it, fearing a more sorrowful tale. However, the letter was snatched away by Jenos. "What's this?" He said inquisitively. The card reading titan began to read the letter aloud. "I'm not too good with these kind of letters, but I felt it was the proper thing thing to do. What with Star leaving, I felt that I needed to rethink my life. True, it was a lot of fun rolling around town catching baddies like that Deadshot guy with you all, and I'll always remember the other times. Take care. Oh, one last thing. To Ghost. You need to stop being so harsh on yourself. Not everything is simply your fault." Jenos stopped reading and looked up. "So," he said with a hint of sadness. "Two of our friends have left, and now.." Jenos' voice became heavy, but was cut off by Triple Play. "You have two more to take their place." A smile was plastered on her like she knew everything was going to be just fine. In time maybe, but now, the healing would take a while.

That evening, Triple Play and Tempest became honorary members of the Teen Titans, taking the places of Crygon and Star. The two go on to make very nice replacements.

-64 hours later. H.I.V.E. Academy-

The Hive academy was buzzing with activity as students caught wind of the Hive Five's latest assignment. Most were jealous as they were the only ones who ever sent out on missions such as the latest one they were assigned to. they were to break a convicted criminal out of prison as part of a job. Many of the students were angered because how easy the assignment sounded. In truth, anyone could have done it; anyone with metahuman powers. But the Five were selected for being at the top of their class and first rate. The Five themselves were not all too thrilled, even though this was the first bit of actually action had gotten in weeks. Kingside, the leader of the Five was not looking forward to the mission, though he accepted it. anything to establish his place in the ranks of Hive and show that he was truly fit for the job. Morrigan was reluctant to participate. A few more shots of hard liquor and she might be more or less compliant. Gamer was usual self, holed up with whatever electronic gaming device to to keep his attention out of the real world and the problems that filled that world. Hex, surprisingly, was prepping somewhat. Alas, she mere looked up the particular prison and prisoner they would be breaking out. "This is the guy who fought the Titans? He looks like someone just hopped the fence!" Hex looking rather disappointed then looked up the prisoner's information. The young corrupt speedster then looked surprised as she out about the prisoner's ethnicity. "Oh. Well that explains it." From behind her, Morrigan, peeked over and asked what Hex was looking at. "This is the guy were breaking out." Hex replied. Hex could smell Morrigan's breath as it was coated in alcohol. "What's so special about him?" Morrigan asked before taking a swig from a silver flask. "He doesn't seem too impressive." Hex looked the picture over trying figure out just what Morrigan had asked. "That's what I want to know. Did you know we're also suppose to bring him back with us?"

"What?!" Morrigan exclaimed, confused by the sudden bit of information. "not only do we have to break this worthless piece of trash out, but we have to bring him back?" Hex shared Morrigan's feelings on the mission, though she was surprised that the young alcoholic had forgotten the details so quickly. Perhaps the booze was getting to her. "Regardless of his appearance. We are to rescue him." From behind the two female Hive Five members came Kingside. "The Deadshot should hold quite a bit of promise.Especially since he'll temporarily be teaching us." Hex slammed her hand against her forehead. Even a tactically genius like Kingside wasn't up to date on the facts. "I hate burst your bubble Julian, but this is a different Deadshot. The Deadshot you might be thinking of about is American, and dead."

Kingside blinked and looked confused, as if someone had checkmated him out of the blue. "Eh..what?" Hex looked at the confused chess master and repeated herself. "This is the new Deadshot. He's Mexican. Nuevo Deadshot" Kingside hung his head in shame and disappointment. He had thought they were going to raise a well-known assassin, not some dark horse carrying the same name. "And we're suppose to break this one out?" Kingside inquired, trying make sure he wasn't in a bad dream. "Yep. This is the guy."

Salvador sat quietly on a small and rough bed spread in solitary confinement. The incarcerated mercenary was practicing breathing techniques when something hit the side of his head. Salvador turned around to find a paper airplane. The mercenary looked around his cell. The window in the corner was closed shut, unable to be opened due to a lock. The was no way the paper airplane could have gotten into his cell by normal means. Salvador unfolded the paper plane and saw that something was scribbled onto it. When the moon has said goodbye and sun is just walking over the mountains. Salvador began thinking of what the letter meant. It didn't take long. It was just about time for the moment he had been waiting for. Salvador laid back down on his bed. the sun was already going down. He may as well go to sleep early. "The moon gets off work at five. May as well wait for my shift." With that, the merc went to sleep, awaiting his savior.

I look at porn and I feel nothing... okay, I don't look at porn.

OK. Time for some real talk. I'm going to talk about some of the F'ed up s**t that goes on in my head. I grew up being on the straight and narrow. As a kid, I never understood the idea of a rolemodel, therefore, i never had one. A lot of you might say, why not your parents. To me, I don't see my parents as anything beyond that. They raised me, and I love them for that. they taught me the basics of right and wrong, from there I built my own stuff into a simple yet complex sense of morality. The people helped me build these morals were people on TV. Mostly video games. Yeah. Video games. I would play video games, and watch so intently, wishing I could be like them. I wanted to beat the bad guy, save the world, save the girl and get the kiss, all of that stuff. Instead I was stuck in reality. I wanted to be the hero of my own story. In church, I'd day dream of some armed thug coming in and holding everyone hostage, and I save everyone by miracle. I don't how, I just imagined the glorious ending that was full of praise. Now that I'm older, I realize I'd be killed in such a fantasy.

But that's just it, I crave that kind of attention. I want to be the hero that everyone looks up. The guy who saves the day. But this never happened. I'm stuck controlling the hero on a controlling.

Speaking of seating in front of the TV when I was little, the TV was actually how I thought real life was like. The stuff that went on in the cartoons, I thought were everyday life things. I'm talking about stuff like in school, like having a bully. When I went to school, I never had a bully. Well kinda did in highschool, but they were dropout who of course, dropped out. But instead, I had different kind of bully. Myself. A voice in my head that always tells me that I'll never never be as great as my ambitions, I'll never fit into society, I won't have any friends who will accept me, I'll never find that one person to call my own. I'll just fade away die. Forgotten like yesterday's news about natural disaster that affected everyone on one side, but no one else. Now while most of these things are not true, I still manage to question validity of this voices words. I do have friends who thankfully accept me. I don't honestly NEED a girlfriend. But then I wonder, is that voice? What if my "friends" are judging me behind my back? What if I go my whole life alone, being the same lonely hermit who achieved nothing? What if? I hate that phrase.