<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2014 05:13:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Death Pen Diaries~</title><description>My adventures with an interesting pen I&#39;ve come across. Come read, very interesting.</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-5494869889280695811</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-15T10:43:39.256-07:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #26</title><description>&lt;pre wrap=&quot;&quot;&gt;Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ May 14, 2010 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 26 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~So, through a series of rather awkward situations, I found myself making deals with Kumo. I got a bit overwhelmed by the power to forget. For a mere fraction of your life, you can forget any one person in your life.&lt;br /&gt;~Well, me being me, I made a great use of this deal. First thing I did was test it out. I wrote myself a note, and forgot about my recent ex. Read the note, then realized its power. When you forget someone, it&#39;s like it is only surpressed. With enough effort, you can remember them. By surpressed, it feels like you are tugging on a memory that just doesn&#39;t want to budge.&lt;br /&gt;~So, of course, I decided to forget another person. Someone whom I held dear, but never was around. They pulled on my heart as if with spiked chains covered in lava and barbed wire. I&#39;m fairly certain I&#39;ve mentioned her. I decided enough was enough. She was gone. Out of it forever, or so I hoped. I did write a note, telling myself to be nice to this girl if she ever texted me, and a few facts about her. At first, I did&#39;t want this random girl to know I did it. But, it turned into a mess.&lt;br /&gt;~My next entry will feature what happens next. So until next time, adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }&lt;/pre&gt;</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-pen-diaries-entery-26.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-5519463368208854703</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-05T18:32:47.002-08:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #25</title><description>&lt;pre style=&quot;font-size: 9pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ March 5 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 25 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~No matter where in the world you go, you will never be unique. There is always &lt;br /&gt;someone like you, someone with the same thoughts, looks, talents.&lt;br /&gt;~Now, if you were to..let&#39;s say, go to some other planet, in some other system, &lt;br /&gt;in some other galaxy..well..things get a little unique. I traveled through one &lt;br /&gt;of the few carbon based life form planets.&lt;br /&gt;~The &quot;people&quot; here could see, hear, and touch like us, but in different ways. &lt;br /&gt;They had no tongues, and no noses. They also had no ears, but yet they would &lt;br /&gt;hear through the vibration of the air touching their butter tissues anywhere in &lt;br /&gt;their bodies. Their site came from eyes, like us, but they were not anything &lt;br /&gt;like our eyes. Completely different DNA speaking.&lt;br /&gt;~Until next time, curiosity killed the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/death-pen-diaries-entery-25.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-3775566247806665724</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-18T16:33:47.438-08:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #24</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;{ Febuary 17, 2010 }&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 24 }&lt;br /&gt;~And it goes. Forever and always. Just another sphere in the sky, in the dust, &lt;br /&gt;in the void. And another. Then another.&lt;br /&gt;~They come and go, they all start. They all fall. Civilizations are boundless, &lt;br /&gt;and trapped. Some get far, many destined to fall under their own weight. &lt;br /&gt;~I wonder how far we are, from our own destruction? Kumo won&#39;t tell me, of &lt;br /&gt;course. Not because of any rules, but because it is just plainly a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;~until next time.&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/death-pen-diaries-entery-24.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-3475753602917975983</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-23T06:24:40.760-08:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #22</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ January 24, 2010 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 22 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kadia are alive. They are living things. They can see, hear, smell, taste, &lt;br /&gt;think, feel, zone, connect, touch, feel, and corrupt. They are not simple minded &lt;br /&gt;and seem to be very curious. They seem to explore, love new things, and are not &lt;br /&gt;cautious of discovery. &lt;br /&gt;~Believing is a hard thing to do. Even after witnessing it, one can still be in &lt;br /&gt;denial, and denial can be a hard thing to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;~Kadia seem to have certain rules too, which really bug me, as I&#39;m sure they &lt;br /&gt;would bug anyone. One of which are very annoying.. While traveling from place to &lt;br /&gt;place, Im not allowed to take anything with me.&lt;br /&gt;~I&#39;ll try not to take so long for the next entery, until next time. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/death-pen-diaries-entery-22.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-6606613798892701454</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T18:20:53.105-08:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #21</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ November 28 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 21 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hello. I have not been comminicating with you in awhile. I have found out a lot &lt;br /&gt;of things lately. For one, life comes in many forms. There is Carbon based &lt;br /&gt;life(us), Sodium based life, even Krypton based life. (No, not superman. That&lt;br /&gt;would be too fun. ;) )&lt;br /&gt;~There is another form of life. This one leaves me confused at times. As there &lt;br /&gt;is a form of life for almost every element, there is something interesting that &lt;br /&gt;happens when you get life based off of some alien elements that have much more &lt;br /&gt;mass per atom then any of our known elements. Some forms of life experience time &lt;br /&gt;differently then us.&lt;br /&gt;~As you know, time and space are a fabric. These other life forms can sometimes &lt;br /&gt;just a very light effect, eg they could just appear to think very fast. Others, &lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, seem to not even exist. Only seen by their own kind, and &lt;br /&gt;Kadia of course.&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/death-pen-diaries-entery-21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-4892867980884587381</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T16:32:23.025-08:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #20</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ November 17 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 20 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~People take things forgranted. We have a car, within a week we want another. &lt;br /&gt;You want a kid, you have it, and hate yourself for wanting one.&lt;br /&gt;~I realize not everyone is like this, but many people are.&lt;br /&gt;~A lady sued McDonalds because she spilt hot coffee on herself. Isn&#39;t that just &lt;br /&gt;idiotic? Want to know what makes it worse? She won the case.&lt;br /&gt;~Until next time, watch where you spill coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/death-pen-diaries-entery-20.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-7539411682009106940</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 23:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T15:21:26.022-08:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #19</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ November 8 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 19 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it&#39;s been so long since my last post. I have had some things happening to &lt;br /&gt;keep me distracted. &lt;br /&gt;~I have learned a lot in these past few months about Kadia and where they have &lt;br /&gt;come from. &lt;br /&gt;~Though, I haven&#39;t learned enough to tell you. Until next time, only say what &lt;br /&gt;you are sure of.&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/death-pen-diaries-entery-19.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-8245477669790506023</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T11:20:01.652-08:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #18</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ October 25 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 18 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What&#39;s up? Today is beautiful, isn&#39;t it? Days in the Kadia dimension are always &lt;br /&gt;beautiful. Never rains, never to windy, never to cold, never to warm. According &lt;br /&gt;to the themometer, it is usually around 70¤ F, depending on how many Kadia are &lt;br /&gt;around. &lt;br /&gt;~Kind of like ghost, Kadia make the air around them very cold. This is one of &lt;br /&gt;many defining traits of Kadia.&lt;br /&gt;~Now, back to my original intentions for writing today&#39;s entery: who decides &lt;br /&gt;what is right? What is beautiful? What is good, evil, delicious, good smelling, &lt;br /&gt;award worthy, devious? I want you to participate in this debate. &lt;br /&gt;Http://www.CrossedShadows.com/forums.html ..come discuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/death-pen-diaries-entery-18.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-1987217981330294547</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T13:22:36.128-07:00</atom:updated><title>Entery #17</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;{ October 22 }&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 17 }&lt;br /&gt;~Kadia are lucky. They can be as free as birds. On the other hand, however, they &lt;br /&gt;are cursed. They must kill to live, and like us, they don&#39;t know what lies after &lt;br /&gt;death for them.&lt;br /&gt;~Kumo is smart, I suppose. It decided to let me do the killing, while it flies &lt;br /&gt;free.&lt;br /&gt;~While it&#39;s true that it is bound to me, this only means it can&#39;t leave the &lt;br /&gt;mortal&#39;s dimension.&lt;br /&gt;~Until next time..Watch your back, even if no one is there.&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/entery-17.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-5128992615025006376</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T13:22:01.350-07:00</atom:updated><title>Entery #16</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;{ October 21 }&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 16 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hello again. Today I learned about the real &quot;afterlife&quot; rule. In Death Note, &lt;br /&gt;Ryuk says humans who use the Death Note will go to neither heaven or hell. &lt;br /&gt;~More in specifics, I learned that they turn into Kadia, or shinigami.&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/entery-16.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-1413537049505547721</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 20:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T13:21:25.270-07:00</atom:updated><title>Entery #15</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;{ October 20 }&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 15 }&lt;br /&gt;~As everyone knows, good people are the ones who have many to greive them, while &lt;br /&gt;bad people have nothing but happiness come to others when they die.&lt;br /&gt;~This is the usual case, with a couple exceptions. So, why when a rapist &lt;br /&gt;petifile is killed, an entire school morns?&lt;br /&gt;~There are limits. Not everything can be done by the book. Until next time, eat &lt;br /&gt;food.&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/entery-15.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-4863481677158151612</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T15:36:02.166-07:00</atom:updated><title>Entery #14</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;{ October 12 }&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 14 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ok, its time for drama(oh, come now, you knew this would happen eventually). &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m gonna have to give you some background information first, though.&lt;br /&gt;~Michelle is a beautiful girl. So beautiful that after a year of her parents &lt;br /&gt;banning me from her for giving her a hickey(I know, right?), I wiped my memory &lt;br /&gt;of her to drown out the pain. &lt;br /&gt;~How did I do this? Kumo has a lot of deals. A couple years off of my life and a &lt;br /&gt;2% darker aura.&lt;br /&gt;~Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/entery-14.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-2848376684913116897</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T15:35:21.296-07:00</atom:updated><title>Entery #13</title><description>{ October 11 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 13 }&lt;br /&gt;~What to say, what to say. So many rules, so many stories..&lt;br /&gt;~I think today I&#39;ll talk about the Kadia realm again. Their king. If you&#39;ve &lt;br /&gt;watched Death Note, they mention the Shinigami King. This is a twisted version &lt;br /&gt;of the Kadia&#39;s king. More of a dictator. God&#39;s messanger to the Kadia, really.&lt;br /&gt;~The king does anything it wants to with the Kadia, it hands out Death &lt;br /&gt;Pens(originally just a stone that the Kadia shift shape into the form they &lt;br /&gt;please). Each Kadia get&#39;s one Pen with the exception if theirs is destroyed, or &lt;br /&gt;pernamently stolen by a mortal. &lt;br /&gt;~A few of the Kadia know a few ways to be a bit smarter then the king and cheat &lt;br /&gt;their way to get two.&lt;br /&gt;~So anyways, back to the king. The king has to follow God&#39;s will. If God were to &lt;br /&gt;say, &quot;die,&quot; the Kadia would all kill themselves. No choice here.&lt;br /&gt;~That&#39;s it for today, until next time, later.&lt;br /&gt;{ End Entery }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/entery-13.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-6653900505138411363</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 22:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T15:33:18.951-07:00</atom:updated><title>Entery #12</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ October 09 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 12 }&lt;br /&gt;~Why do people fight? It&#39;s a distinction of life, I suppose. Animals fight for &lt;br /&gt;lust, men fight for control, life fights to survive.&lt;br /&gt;~I can use this pen as a way to live longer. A deal that requires me to kill &lt;br /&gt;like a Kadia to to flourish with eternal life. I haven&#39;t takin the deal yet, but &lt;br /&gt;I am considering it.&lt;br /&gt;~If you think I should, goto http://www.CrossedShadows.com/forums.html and make &lt;br /&gt;an account! Until next time, goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;{ End Entery }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/entery-12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-3333494858752849298</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 22:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T15:32:01.048-07:00</atom:updated><title>Entery #11</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ October 7 }&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 11 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Karma is a bit**. That&#39;s all there is to it. When you do bad things to others, &lt;br /&gt;thing will come around on you. I&#39;m taking the role of Karma now.&lt;br /&gt;~What goes around comes around. Until next time, be good.&lt;br /&gt;{ End Entery }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/entery-11.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-6338835901262996864</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 01:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T18:32:30.065-07:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #10</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;{ October 04 }&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 10 }&lt;br /&gt;~Destruction is a beautiful thing, isn&#39;t it? Everything that has a start must &lt;br /&gt;also have an end. You start dieing the instant your born. Every building created &lt;br /&gt;will eventually be tore down and rebuilt. Every invention will be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;~I&#39;ve learned this. It&#39;s a sad fact, but its true. Nothing gold can stay.&lt;br /&gt;~The pen has the power to take gold and destroy it. Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ End Entery }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-pen-diaries-entery-10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-5283748203800151357</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T18:31:34.500-07:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #09</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: Sorry for the time it takes for me to upload these blogs. Also, if you haven&#39;t read the entire thing, go back and read it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;{ October 03 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 09 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hey. Ok, I&#39;m getting straight to the point today. You all have heard the Jay-Z &lt;br /&gt;song &quot;Run This Town Tonight,&quot; right?&lt;br /&gt;~Also, you&#39;ve heard about the 2012 panic, correct?&lt;br /&gt;~Guess what. These two events, they are related. In the year 2012: many will &lt;br /&gt;die. You know the triangle &quot;gang&quot; sign that Jay-Z and his buddies do? This is a &lt;br /&gt;symbol. Remember it. 2012 this world is going to change.&lt;br /&gt;~Now, since that is out of the way, why don&#39;t I tell you some more about the &lt;br /&gt;Death Pen? If I haven&#39;t told you already, I&#39;m letting you know now: it isn&#39;t a &lt;br /&gt;Death Pen. It&#39;s Death in the form of a pen. With enough power and knowledge, one &lt;br /&gt;can shift shape the pen. &lt;br /&gt;{ End Entery }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-pen-diaries-entery-09.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-2349076260910571067</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T17:57:25.916-07:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #08</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: If you haven&#39;t read anything up to this point, go back to the first post and start reading to get an understanding of everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ October 02 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 08 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Hi again. Today I&#39;ve listed some more names for the death pen. I&#39;ll post that&lt;br /&gt;though when I have more time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~I don&#39;t think I&#39;ve told you about myself, have I? I&#39;m sorry, that was so rude&lt;br /&gt;of me. Why don&#39;t we start over?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Hello. I&#39;m Coty. I&#39;m a sophmore in highschool, aiming to be a game developer as&lt;br /&gt;my career. Even though I may sound it sometimes, I don&#39;t think I&#39;m a nerd. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;a weirdo at times, though..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~And that&#39;s me, or at least all you need to know for now. Recently I made a deal&lt;br /&gt;with Kumo to erase my memory of someone. It took away a few years and made my&lt;br /&gt;aura a little darker. This person&#39;s name is Mitchell. I&#39;m not exactly sure why I&lt;br /&gt;erased her, mostly because I can&#39;t remember haha, but from what I can gather&lt;br /&gt;from notes I saved myself and ffrom what she says, I was probably really hurt&lt;br /&gt;from a break up a year ago..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~The only reason I&#39;m mentioning her though, is because she knows about my death&lt;br /&gt;pen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Well, that&#39;s it for now, until next time, see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ End Entery }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS~All names mentioned(besides my own) are all fake.</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-pen-diaries-entery-08.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-5701779628914608281</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 00:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T17:51:32.122-07:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #07</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ October 01 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery 07 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Hello again. Konichiwa, guten tag, ni hao, hola. Why all these languages? The&lt;br /&gt;other day, I learned that I can use the Kadia&#39;s realm as a teleportation center&lt;br /&gt;to reach almost anywhere! The way it works:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Me and Kumo teleport to his realm, from there you use this giant hole in this&lt;br /&gt;area on the floor. To use it, you just have to think of what the area looks&lt;br /&gt;like, look at the hole as confermation that that is the place; then jump in!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Now, I don&#39;t know about you, but this is pretty amazing to me. (I&#39;ll never be&lt;br /&gt;later for school haha)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Thanks for tuning in! Till next time, bye-bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ End Entery }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-pen-diaries-entery-07.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-8984109989204480673</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 00:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T17:51:59.654-07:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #06</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ September 29 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery #06 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Last time, I told you guys I would explain their realm, but I must tell you&lt;br /&gt;this first: I&#39;m going on a mission to define everything concerning the Death&lt;br /&gt;Pen. The reason for this? I was askind Kumo my usual string of questions, and&lt;br /&gt;eventually I found out that nothing concerning the pen has been defined in&lt;br /&gt;words!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Now, back to what I was saying.. Their realm. It is all dark, little light,&lt;br /&gt;with some places pitch black. The sky is filled with a visible black, white, and&lt;br /&gt;gray aura. Aura in its visible form to the human eye changes, depending on the&lt;br /&gt;person.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Me, I see smoke. Some see fire, others see water.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~I&#39;ve named Kumo&#39;s kind &quot;Kadia.&quot; Each Kadia is different from another, but at&lt;br /&gt;the same time, they are the same: they shape shift. Most choose the form of&lt;br /&gt;birds, many choose other kinds of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Though, many of the Kadia are gone now; only a few thousand in existance. Kumo&lt;br /&gt;says they must kill to survive, some Kadia figured hundreds dieing wasn&#39;t worth&lt;br /&gt;themselves, some simply forgot to kill after awhile, and others themselves were&lt;br /&gt;killed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~And on that note, see ya later. Until the next blog, seyonara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ End Entery }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-pen-diaries-entery-06.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-3648209781721358749</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T17:53:04.490-07:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #05</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ September 27 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery #05 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~I asked kumo if there is a realm for his kind. And if you remember, he aid yes.&lt;br /&gt;Well I put some thought into it, then started wondering if a human could go&lt;br /&gt;there. Well, I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~What he told me was shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;Yes, you can. You will be incased in a sort of oxygen bubble while there,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;he explained.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;Well, can you take me there?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;Of course, go get your sweater oe something.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~So off we went. It was amazing. Undescribable, or at least until my next&lt;br /&gt;entery. Until then, adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ End Entery }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS~Tell your friends about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PSS~CrossedShadows.com is a website I&#39;m working on. Go check it out.</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-pen-diaries-entery-05.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-1342686794764442491</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T17:53:22.827-07:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #04</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ September 27 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery #04 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~People destroy each other. Even with this pen, I could never do noticeable&lt;br /&gt;damage to this world.. Well maybe that&#39;s not true. I could take out some world&lt;br /&gt;leader or something.. But of course, I don&#39;t desire an accomplishment like that.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can do more than just kill with this power.. Who knows, I guess only&lt;br /&gt;time can tell what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ End Entery }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-pen-diaries-entery-04.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-8395979932621635601</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T17:53:36.367-07:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #03</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ September 25 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery #03 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~I&#39;m not sure why exectly why I&#39;m telling you this, Kumo says it is because&lt;br /&gt;humans seem to love attention; though I don&#39;t disagree with it. Depression is an&lt;br /&gt;interesting smell. Many people seem to have it. It&#39;s a mix of vanilla, roses,&lt;br /&gt;and dirt. Sursprisingly enough though, most of the school emo&#39;s don&#39;t smell&lt;br /&gt;depressed at all, actually happy. I had to laugh at this fact.&lt;br /&gt;Other smells are just as interesting.. Excitement smells like Koolaid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ End Entery }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-pen-diaries-entery-03.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-5689803404850450850</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T17:54:35.969-07:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #02</title><description>Death Pen Diaries~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ flashback }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entery #02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~It was a few days I had the pen before I realized how disgusting the world&lt;br /&gt;was. I started google&#39;ing rapist. I writ the following, &quot;Bob Fakelastname will&lt;br /&gt;die a slow, and painful death in two minutes. The death will not be broadcasted&lt;br /&gt;on the news, or printed in the newspaper.&quot; Of course, that wasn&#39;t their name. I&lt;br /&gt;did this for twenty people. Then I stopped. I looked at the paper. I had just&lt;br /&gt;killed someone. Life taken. The cloud, it started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;What&#39;s so funny?!&quot; I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;You are. I thought it would be entertaining to let a human have the pen&lt;br /&gt;for awhile, and you are proving me right!&quot; it replied.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;ugh. Whatever,&quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;Did you know there are deals you can make with me?&quot; The cloud asked.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;I&#39;m not giving up half of my life just to see names.&quot; I stated.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;Oh, no. There are more deals then just the eye deal, for example: you can&lt;br /&gt;smell auras. A couple years off your life, and your aura darkens a couple&lt;br /&gt;percent.&quot; it explained.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;hmmm..well I&#39;ll have to think about that one.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;haha. You&#39;re dieing anyways. A few years won&#39;t hurt.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;That&#39;s true. Alright, why not? Hit me up..hey also, you need a name.&quot; The&lt;br /&gt;cloud was confused. I laughed. &quot;You need a good name..how about.. Kumo?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;The japanese word for &#39;cloud&#39;?&quot; It was puzzled. But eventually it agreed,&lt;br /&gt;saying it never had a name before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;The next day, at school.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;So, this is your school? Why are you bringing me here?&quot; Kumo asked. Though&lt;br /&gt;it should already know I can&#39;t talk to it in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE ARE DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~I could smell lust, hate, depression, evil, greed, bullies, gays, sickness,&lt;br /&gt;cruelty, and the list just kept going and going. I almost vomited. The smell of&lt;br /&gt;evil was so strong around me. It smelled like a mix of dog crap and rotten eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~As far as the teachers of my first three hours of school know, I had a&lt;br /&gt;nosebleed, and that&#39;s why I had a tissue to my nose. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Entery End }</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-pen-diaries-entery-02.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4705236775246473705.post-4994881679677962839</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T17:55:37.023-07:00</atom:updated><title>Death Pen Diaries~ Entery #01</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death Pen Diaries&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;{ flashback }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;Entery #01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~It was a bright, sunny day. No. It was cloudy. Slightly windy. I was&lt;br /&gt;walking down my road, E. Chestnut Street going to my aunts house, just to pay a&lt;br /&gt;visit. When I was walking, I noticed a pen on the road, but I just passed it by,&lt;br /&gt;not thinking much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Time passed, about three hours.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~I was walking again, this time to a friend&#39;s house. I was heading down a&lt;br /&gt;different road then before, Cherry Street this time. I saw that same pen again.&lt;br /&gt;Still, all I thought was, &quot;de ja vu..&quot; and kept walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;About a day passed.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~I was walking to my ex-girlfriend&#39;s house( of course, at the time, she wasn&#39;t my&lt;br /&gt;ex). I saw the pen again, but this time I payed attention. I was wondering who&lt;br /&gt;was playing a prank on me, at first; then decided, &quot;What the hay?&quot; and picked it&lt;br /&gt;up. The moment I touched it, I saw flashbacks of people dieing, people&lt;br /&gt;screaming, people crying.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~That&#39;s when I knew this wasn&#39;t a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~I put the pen in my pocket, and walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Later that day.. After I came home, around 9 or 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~I was about to go to bed, I had school tomoro, as it was a Sunday. The pen&lt;br /&gt;started to glow, but in reverse. It looked as if it were sucking in light, like&lt;br /&gt;a black hole. After a while it started smoking, and then a burst of darkness&lt;br /&gt;flashed. After the event and the smoke cleared, no noise made at all, all that&lt;br /&gt;remained was a cloud. I instantly knew what was happening. It was Death Note,&lt;br /&gt;all over again(Hulu.com, keyword &quot;Death Note&quot;). At least, that&#39;s what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;What is your name?&quot; the cloud asked. I figured the cloud was some sort of&lt;br /&gt;god of death or something. So, naturally, I decided to act calm, keep my cool. I&lt;br /&gt;told it my name. &quot;Who, and what are you?&quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;I don&#39;t have a name, and you know what I am,&quot; it replied.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;A..god of death?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~&quot;You could say that.. You are thinking of that little show though, aren&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;you?&quot;..It chuckled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;We conversed for about an hour. I learned many things, those of which I will&lt;br /&gt;list right here.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;1. The pen had the power to kill.&lt;br /&gt;2. Death Note was based off of the pen, but the rules are mostly either twisted,&lt;br /&gt;added in, and some takin out.&lt;br /&gt;3. This cloud wasn&#39;t a god of death, but it was damn similar.&lt;br /&gt;4. There is a realm for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;{ End of Entery }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;PS~ Check back daily for updates on my life with the Death Pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066;&quot;&gt;PSS~ If you refuse to accept the reality of this pen, go away. No one wants to&lt;br /&gt;hear you whine about how much of a liar I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://deathpendiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-pen-diaries-entery-01.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cotycrg)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>