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A God walks amoung us, and I have been chosen as his champion. Now is the time for sinners to repent, or they shall perish.
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In the kitchen, a small radio playing music on the table, a large pile of discarded snack papers adorning the counter. The owner of these items was currently standing on the counter, digging through the overhead cupboards in search of yet more junk food. Basil recognised the fact that yes, he had eaten quite a lot already, but he also couldn't ( Read more... ) -
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Talk to me people! I'm going to start angsting if I get any boreder!
And an angsty zealotBasil is not a happy zealotBasil.
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Private Log: Blood Gulch Chronicles: Entry 005
Talked to Jersey the other day. Ended up thinking about Sarge for the first time in a long while. I feel a little better about the whole incident, but I can't help but wonder if it could have been avoided in the first place. If I had just not been so willing to give my heart away, if I hadn't been so clingy, if I had just done something ( Read more... ) -
Private Log: Blood Gulch Chronicles: Entry 004
I DO NOT have a crush on Jersey, and should therefore have NO problem going over to his room and demanding attention.
Except I do.
What the fuuuuuuck?
I am not a girl, and I should NOT be acting this way.
Why Flag, oh why is my brain so fucked up?
It's not fair I tell you! It's not fair~!
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The Zealot is Lonely
Basil sat in the middle of the canyon, glaring at the shaded blue base. It wasn't fair that it was so full, while the red base was so... empty. Sarge was gone, Donut was missing, Grif was missing... that damned freelancer was still there, but more often then not, he was out dinking around somewhere in the canyon. Probably of chasing that other ( Read more... ) -
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Alone again, Basil thought with a growl, angrily mowing down a mass of writhing tentacle monsters on his videogame. How was it that he, a generally sociable person, always seemed to end up alone. He absolutely hated it ( Read more... ) -
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Living the quiet life was beginning to take it's toll on young Basil Leaves. He felt like he was in desperate need of some action, so he broke his unspoken vow of staying as far as he could from blue base, grabbed a shotgun, and headed off.
Ceasefires be damned.
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Making His Own Fun
Basil lay out in the middle of Blood Gulch, dressed in full armor, with his helmet sitting beside him. Slowly, calculatingly, he raised on hand into the air, one finger outsreatched, his thumb cocked. "POW~!" he whispered, jerking his hand back like the recoil of a gun. In his mind, a blue on the otherside of the halo dropped dead ( Read more... )