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November 11th, 2005


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11:06 pm - Lie to me
Blatently stolen from chronarchy because it's so much damn fun.

Please comment with a *fake* memory of you and me together.
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From:ceolnamara
Date:November 12th, 2005 04:46 am (UTC)
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Ah, I couldn't believe it when you took my poor pet frog and lashed him against a tree. I don't believe you, it didn't deserve it. Poor froggy.

But, in your favor, getting me a turtle afterwards was a good move. They are a lot easier to catch when I knock the tank over.
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From:uberrod
Date:November 12th, 2005 05:03 am (UTC)
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It was plotting with the others. I only did what I did to save us. You don't know what they are capable of. You haven't witnessed the horror. The utter horror.

But I have.
From:ceolnamara
Date:November 12th, 2005 06:52 am (UTC)
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Well, at least they aren't evil hitchockian birds ... 'cause those things can fly, while frogs just hop.

And possibly brandish weapons of mass distruction, but I'm not to sure about that.
From:bloodlikerain
Date:November 12th, 2005 04:49 am (UTC)
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I stumbled uppon your camp in the Sahara, tired desperate, and running for my life from the desert raiders, you took me into your tent and comforted my exhaused body with water and camel milk. I fell asleep in the cool night, only to find you gone when you i awoke. the kindness of a stranger, you left me with provisions and a camel to continue my journey.
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From:uberrod
Date:November 12th, 2005 05:13 am (UTC)
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I had to finish off the raiders. I was delayed in getting back and found you gone. But I'm glad you were able to use what I had left you.

Rest assure those raiders will trouble no one else.
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From:singingwren
Date:November 12th, 2005 05:35 am (UTC)
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It was in Morocco, two years ago.

I though I caught a glimpse of you in the back of a wagon in the marketplace during the day, but you were wrapped in a burka-esque cloth to conceal your identity so I couldn't be sure. Just in case, I made sure to strap my pistol to my leg under my skirts, such that later that night when I was dancing I could be ready for whatever you planned.

Not surprisingly (to me, but not the others!) you DID have quite the plan -- I'll never forget the looks on the corrupt young lords' faces as they realized they had absolutely no money or weapons sometime in the small hours of the morning. While I had been mesmerizing them with dance, you had pickpocketed their robes one by one, walking off with all manor of gold, rare gems, sacred artifacts, and concealed weapons. As soon as they realized it, you swung a rope down from a rooftop and I caught it mid-dance, and I landed up on the rooftop opposite of you, gun drawn already. We forced them all to lay on the ground and hold their hands up from our vantage point, but instead of killing them we just filled them with the fear the gods.

Then we bounded from rooftop to rooftop until we landed on the backs of our waiting horses, which took us to a secret cavern in the desert we proceeded to sort through the magical artifacts we'd stolen.

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From:uberrod
Date:November 12th, 2005 10:29 am (UTC)
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Ah, good times... good times.
From:ex_acousticd43
Date:November 12th, 2005 01:02 pm (UTC)
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My fondest memory of you, is when we both led the foot clan into ninja training under Lord Shredder. Soon we led the wave of foot and crushed those pesky turtles FOREVER!


MUAH HA HA HA HA
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From:uberrod
Date:November 12th, 2005 04:45 pm (UTC)
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Damn good turtle soup!
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From:romandruid
Date:November 12th, 2005 03:54 pm (UTC)
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Ok, I'm sure you don't want to remember this one, but I have to share it with everyone else, because it speaks so much about how you came to be the person you are now.

We were kids -- I was 12 and you were just about to turn 7 -- when we first met at the Detroit Institute of Arts on a school trip. I was there with my 7th grade art class from Paulding, and you were there with your 1st grade class from Detroit.

I'd never been in a city before, and I'd gotten separated from my group and was enjoying the freedom of being on my own, when I suddenly found myself surrounded by a dozen mean, snot-nosed, little second-graders, calling themselves the Motor City Gang. Now, I wasn't usually afraid of kids half my size, but these kids were tough -- I was really intimidated. They had bandanas on their heads and brandished switchblades. They'd already kid-handled me and rifled through my pockets, stealing all of my fifteen cents, when this little curly-haired runt of a kid showed up and asked what was going on. You were so cute... so brave... so naive... and so screwed.

The gang turned their malace on you. You were so cute, going head-to-head (or more like head-to-chin, actually) with the biggest kid in the gang -- who was about half again as big as you -- calmly, yet firmly, explaining to him why it wasn't nice to steal money from little girls and how they'd better leave me alone or Santa would find out and they would all get lumps of coal for Christmas that year. They started to beat the crap out of you, but then your boldness shook me out of my fear, and between the two of us, we eventually kicked their asses back to the Ford Freeway.

You came out of that fight with a broken nose, a crooked jaw and short one earlobe (the plastic surgeons worked a miracle -- no one would ever know!) and vowed you would learn to fight to defend yourself and helpless (and not so helpless) little girls against the bullies of the world. That wasn't the last time you ever got your butt kicked in a fight, but it was the first, last and ONLY time a girl saved you from complete anihilation.
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From:uberrod
Date:November 12th, 2005 04:50 pm (UTC)
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That wasn't the last time you ever got your butt kicked in a fight, but it was the first, last and ONLY time a girl saved you from complete anihilation.

Except that time in Bogata when Anna got me out of that jam.
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From:dinpik
Date:November 13th, 2005 04:17 am (UTC)
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The time we hot-wired a Yugo, decked it out with outdoor Christmas lights and drove through the streets of Columbus playing the U of M fight song will be etched forever in my memory.

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From:uberrod
Date:November 13th, 2005 09:47 am (UTC)
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And being chased by many people.
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From:chronarchy
Date:November 13th, 2005 10:26 pm (UTC)
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Oh, around the time that we were in China fighting the Red Army, there was that girl. . . Remember her? She must have been about 6'7", but I think she was pretty much all legs and fighting grit.

She carried that machine gun like a champ, though, and I think we would have been goners if it hadn't been for her taking out that pillbox like a champ. I always meant to return her pistols, but she disappeared into the jungle the night we shipped home.
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From:uberrod
Date:November 13th, 2005 11:48 pm (UTC)
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She was a wonder indeed. I often wonder what happened to her.

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