<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645</id><updated>2024-09-04T03:02:42.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kyrah Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog written by a gamerchick for the gamer community. It is relevant to the game SWTOR and the author will soon be writing about other games and news for gamers. I accept thanks in the form of adclicks (I did monetize my profile so please do me that favour) and huge plates of cookies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-2864531194529515740</id><published>2012-06-01T23:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-01T23:13:32.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been sick so..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;I haven&#39;t posted anything in a while. I have a really shoddy immune system so when I get sick I am REAL sick for quite a while. Getting a new graphics card so my gaming is going to be epic :) hope everyone has a good weekend.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/2864531194529515740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/06/been-sick-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/2864531194529515740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/2864531194529515740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/06/been-sick-so.html' title='been sick so..'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-358709562008224268</id><published>2012-05-16T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-16T04:42:02.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Topic Time: A Chance To Delve Deeper Into Who The Authoress Is. (Experience Time Frame: Teenaged and Pre-Adult)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;My Experience That Almost Led Me In To The Polygamous Lifestyle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl finds boy, boy finds girl on the Internet. They talk, they hit it off and spend months talking and getting to know each other. Girl finds out the man likes the same things she does and Girl arranges to meet him at her brother&#39;s punk show where he is to perform. She calls him everyday before going to the show to state how excited she was to meet him and all was paradise. They meet at the show and after the show is over Girl goes to spend the night with him. It turned out that she was to spend a week with him because no one wanted to go pick her up. He dined her and took her to many exciting places in that week and doted on her in front of his friends. She then gets a ride back home after his car got done from the shop and Girl doesn&#39;t see him for a couple months.3 months later she graduates from high school and discusses moving up to where he lives and he says that would be great. Girl moves to his town and finds a job and all is hunky dory until he started to display some scary behaviors. He sat for hours in front of the computer while she slept on the couch and every time she went to go hug him or see what he was doing he got really mad and pushed her out of his bedroom. She then finds out five weeks later when she discovers a file on his computer that was labeled &quot;Plans for Annie&quot;, that&#39;s my name she&amp;nbsp;opened it to discover some scary, scary plans. Annie was slated to be wife number one and that the father of Boy specifically asked Boy to find a non white Wife to be his first to circulate new blood into the family bloodline. Annie was scared and realized that she was to share someone she loved dearly with other women and Boy finds her reading this plan and he gets mad and throws her out in the middle of winter to be homeless. She stayed for a week behind a store and she finds out her brother&#39;s friends live in town and goes and stays with them. She spends first week with her brother&#39;s friends and finds out her Grandfather dies and she goes in to shock and can&#39;t register her feelings. She then calls a friend that moved back in to town and she goes to hang out with him and Boy finds out and gets angry. He then volunteers to drive Annie back home to see her family and for her to go to her family members funeral.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Boy picks Annie up to drive her home. He says he wants to go stay at his family&#39;s house in a town on the way to Annie&#39;s hometown. He acts all kindly and apologises for kicking her out of his place and goes to buy her a new piece of jewelry. He bought a ring and says it&#39;s for when he and she are at his parents house. Hours later they are there and his whole family is out back and surrounding a hot tub. His father is inside the hot tub and says to Annie, &quot;Go in the house and into the master bathroom and put those clothes on.&quot; Annie walks into the bathroom to see that there is a tick white shirt and thick white pants and puts them on and goes back to the back yard and Boy&#39;s father says &quot;Come forth child and stand next to me.&quot; Annie enters inside of the hot tub and he says, &quot;You are gathered here everyone to witness the baptismal of this woman into our faith and please bow your heads as we bring her in union of the Celestial Kingdom, Pray with us brethren and rejoice the entry of a beautiful woman into our household&quot; He then prayed and told her to plug my nose. He pushed her chest and plunged her in to the water. Annie was frightened because he was talking about things while Annie was under water that made no sense to me and then picked her up out of the hot tub (and last time she checked Annie didn&#39;t think a hot tub was an acceptable means to baptize a person...but that&#39;s just me She guessed). His father had Boy slip the ring on Annie and Annie walked out of the hot tub and went back in to the bathroom to put her clothes on. Annie walked around the house and went to the basement and no one came with her. Everyone else was busy congratulating boy and Annie remained alone in the basement for a long time. She stared at the ring and could not understand what was going on. Did she just unofficially get married? How much longer did she have to go til she went home to her family the next day? Annie was truly frightened. Her silence didn&#39;t last long when all the women of the family (there were five elder women, 15 women in the 18-26 age range and four girls that were boy&#39;s sisters) and they crowded Annie and expressed how excited they were to have a new sister and Annie just sat there quiet as a mouse trying to soak all of the days events in. Later on everyone just left Boy&#39;s parent&#39;s house and Boy came down stairs to put his bedclothes on. Annie and Boy fell asleep. Four hours went by and Annie was found to be cold and went upstairs to sleep in Boy&#39;s Sister 1&#39;s room for she was gone for a track meet and fell asleep. Her silence of sleep didn&#39;t last long and she saw Boy&#39;s father enter the room with a belt and some rope and laid it on the bed. Boy and Boy&#39;s father were talking outside of the room and boy entered the room and took his clothing off and pulled Annie&#39;s clothing off and threw it to the floor. He then pulled a tube of Pre-seed lubrication out of the shirt pocket of the shirt he was still wearing it and placed a liberal amount to his manhood. He took out a pill and made Annie place it in her mouth and made her swallow. Within minutes Annie lost control of what she was doing and she saw that Boy was tying rope to her legs to keep them open and then he put the belt around her wrists behind her back and proceeded to rape Annie. Annie felt really sick to her stomach and her arms were hurting because of the pressure of him being on top. Her ankles were bleeding because of rope burn and she just laid on the bed frightened of what was happening to her. He then grunted and sighed when he finished and then &amp;nbsp;took a knife that was in his pants pocket to cut the rope off Annie&#39;s ankles and undid the belt. He told her to lay there and put her legs up to her chest and left the room. He must have been taking a shower because she could hear water running in the room next to her. She finally felt a little bit of reality in the haze and got up to wipe the fluids from inside of her with a towel she found in the laundry hamper and tried to get every last bit of it out. She was struggling to find her pants and he came in the room and yelled, &quot;I thought I told you to put your legs on your chest and not move&quot; She was frightened and hunched on the floor and he grabbed the belt and started to hit her with it repeatedly. Annie tried to move around so the blows from the belt wouldn&#39;t hurt her as much but no avail and then he switched to the side of the belt that had the buckle on it and clocked her good on the back. He then stopped and said, &quot;okay I am tired and had enough.&quot; He then bent down to kiss Annie on the forehead and said, &quot;I love you now get some sleep&quot; and left the room. Annie laid on the floor the rest of the night and didn&#39;t sleep at all. She looked out the window for hours hoping the sun would come up and when it did she could hear an alarm clock downstairs go off and Boy was heard coming up to the steps and came in to the room and said, &quot;okay it&#39;s time to go&quot; So Annie and Boy left his parent&#39;s house with his mother standing by the front door so she could take Annie&#39;s arm and wrenched it backward into her back and said, &quot;Smile and wave to the neighbors&quot; as she walked her toward the car. Annie entered the car and Boy started the car and told Annie, &quot;Wave at Mom and Dad&quot; blew a kiss toward him and drove away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Out in the parking lot he drops her off and says, &quot;I love you, see you in the next few days and tell your grandmother my sympathies.&quot; Annie enters the house and hugs her mom tearfully, she masks the feeling of last night with the sadness she felt that her grandfather passed away. Her mom returned the hug and she felt her baby brother come up behind her and hugs her leg. She felt safe and at ease for the first time in weeks. She went to the computer and checked her email and saw that Boy emailed her a threat saying if she told anyone what happened he was going to beat her when he saw her again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;A day later it was Christmas and gifts were opened in silence. No one in her family felt being happy was going to make anything better. 2 days after Christmas the funeral was to go on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Annie got a call from Boy saying that he couldn&#39;t bear to have her in the relationship anymore and was playing mind games with Annie and told her she was a horrible person and couldn&#39;t be trusted with his family secret and said that he wasn&#39;t going to pick her up to go back to his home. She stood there confused and felt oddly heartbroken. Later that night she attempted suicide and almost succeeded. She called 911 and the Ambulance took her to the hospital to get stitched up and she spent a week at the hospital to recover and the rest of the month down in Evanston.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;She realized taking her life for a man was a stupid thing and the State Hospital helped her recover from having a horrible cult experience from the therapist that specialized in deactivating and recovering people from cults. She then realized she couldn&#39;t live in fear of people like him anymore and regained her confidence. They released her in good mental health ans she went to her real home with her Mom and felt secure. And today she writes to you sharing her horror and is a new woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/358709562008224268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/05/off-topic-time-chance-to-delve-deeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/358709562008224268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/358709562008224268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/05/off-topic-time-chance-to-delve-deeper.html' title='Off Topic Time: A Chance To Delve Deeper Into Who The Authoress Is. (Experience Time Frame: Teenaged and Pre-Adult)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-3240599187782050503</id><published>2012-05-14T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-14T03:40:09.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding it hard to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;I keep finding it hard to feel like anything I do is making any sort of impact on anything I put my mind to. I feel as if my arms are becoming quicksand and is devouring any effort I put forth. Maybe I just need to get the hell out of where I am in life and hope all goes well with whatever I leave behind. I am really looking forward to being ot of town later today because I am feeling the effects of cabin fever and the fact that I know no one here in this town to go hang out with. Don&#39;t get me wrong but I do look for people to associate with but time and again I see that they fail to meet any of my expectations. My expectations aren&#39;t high at all so it&#39;s not that they are put on a pedistal over everything else. I am looking for trusting people to not fuck with my mind and emotions as far as friendship goes and I am also looking for someone who doesn&#39;t try to do the proverbial &quot;one upping&quot; to me because I frankly don&#39;t care about those people who want to make their lives sound more awesome than they truly are, to me those people are full of shit. I am also looking for someone or a group of people who have a little bit in common with me so it&#39;s easier to talk to them and makes things flow so much easier. I really don&#39;t trust making friends with other females because of the fact that I am one and know that the cattiness overrides the comraderie. I also want to be in a group of friends so I can game with them and just have a night where I can cut loose and have fun. My life would be so much easier too if I wasn&#39;t afraid to reach out to the broader spectrum of things. I have seen what the world can offer me but it just fills me with fear that I will fail miserably as a person and that everything life does throw at me ends up really hurting me. I do grow from it but I am sick and tired of feeling that pain. But enough of that. I am currently going through a computer crisis with my games. Nothing seems to go right when I update my drivers and makes everything look like crap so I am stuck using my default graphics for now. Gaming is going to have to take a backseat to other things for now so I will keep you posted on when I resume things. Hopefully my next entry will be a little bit more upbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/3240599187782050503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/05/finding-it-hard-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/3240599187782050503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/3240599187782050503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/05/finding-it-hard-to.html' title='Finding it hard to....'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-6481449431977399575</id><published>2012-05-08T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-08T05:15:43.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my teeth looked at...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Why does going to a dental office feel like being a contestant at a dogshow? If I were a contestant at one they&#39;d be asking my owner, &quot;why haven&#39;t you put this animal down? It would be awfully humane of you to do it.&quot; Oh well, at least I will be getting rid of the reason for me not being able to sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/6481449431977399575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/05/getting-my-teeth-looked-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/6481449431977399575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/6481449431977399575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/05/getting-my-teeth-looked-at.html' title='Getting my teeth looked at...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-959776455583967430</id><published>2012-05-03T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T00:20:20.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fast food conundrum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Why is it that I always get the stomach gurgles every time I eat at a fast food place? C&#39;mon I want to be able to enjoy the food and be able to get something out of it instead of raging nasties and stomach pain out the wazoo!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/959776455583967430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/05/fast-food-conundrum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/959776455583967430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/959776455583967430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/05/fast-food-conundrum.html' title='fast food conundrum...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-453553208971862828</id><published>2012-04-30T16:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-30T16:08:38.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Places Worth Mentioning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/user/monkeetime&quot; style=&quot;background-color: magenta;&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/monkeetime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;I had this dream where I contacted this organization about getting tickets for my mom, Dan, and I to go to Korea. Hope I can find such organization because I WANT TO GO ON VACATION FOR FREE AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/4736139339038043064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/catterpillar-moves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/4736139339038043064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/4736139339038043064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/catterpillar-moves.html' title='the catterpillar moves..'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-7647716685127060357</id><published>2012-04-30T04:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-30T04:04:47.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Played Me...Well Played.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Have you ever had one of those days where every little thing you do to try to get things done in the house ends up kicking your ass in the end? I had one of those days yesterday and it seems that me feeling the tiniest amount sick was making me want to sleep more than ever today. I seriously tried mustering enough energy to get at least the living room and bathroom cleaned but nope, I just ended up taking catnaps all day. I think I might go and check myself into the doctor&#39;s office to see why my whole body seems to want to degrade. I may have a simple fix but it might be expensive and dieting is out of the question seeing as I can never get someone else on board with my diets. I want a weightloss teammate but someone I am close to and someone that will appreciate their weightloss as much as I would appreciate mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Well good night world and hopefully I get more and more into this blog to keep it carried on until I don&#39;t feel like it. I also need to figure out a way to not ramble on so much but much love to my nonexistent public.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/7647716685127060357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/well-played-mewell-played.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/7647716685127060357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/7647716685127060357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/well-played-mewell-played.html' title='Well Played Me...Well Played.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-3701957616969852543</id><published>2012-04-26T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-26T18:37:45.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So apparently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;I have an audience for my blog in these countries: USA, Canada, France, Russia, and Germany!!!! my words of non wisdom are being spread about the world...YEEHAW!!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/3701957616969852543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/so-apparently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/3701957616969852543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/3701957616969852543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/so-apparently.html' title='So apparently...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-1415390681648522425</id><published>2012-04-26T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-26T14:24:01.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Join me on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black;&quot;&gt;Join me on Twitter&amp;nbsp;&lt;s style=&quot;line-height: 24px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 24px;&quot;&gt;BarbarianessAnn and on Facebook @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;http://facebook.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style=&quot;line-height: 15px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;word_break&quot; style=&quot;display: inline-block; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;danceswithchimpanzees for daily updates on myself and on other issues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 15px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I also would like for you to help my friends out in Earthrace to raise more funds to save oceanic life and also to make it so we as well as our children&#39;s children have sea life to look at &amp;nbsp;in the future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;http://www.earthraceconservation.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/1415390681648522425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/join-me-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/1415390681648522425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/1415390681648522425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/join-me-on.html' title='Join me on...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-4902246335576463361</id><published>2012-04-25T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-25T15:19:30.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YEAHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black;&quot;&gt;Vector and I are finally married in the game! though I have been reading that maxxed affection companions have a better chance of doing things correctly and efficiently for you and that is a total plus because in the past with WoW and stuff I have had the WORST track record of being able to maintain companions. They either pull groups that shouldn&#39;t and or I accedentally put them on aggro mode so they end up pulling half the map lol. Oh and sorry to those in my bloggo-sphere, I haven&#39;t been writing because of stress and the possibility of us getting this great house!!! I&#39;ll have a place to be myself and sleep in peace soooooooooo that makes me a bit nervous/excited. Well I am out for a while so hope to hear from some of you that read this sorry of an excuse for a blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I DO &amp;nbsp;NOT want to wake up at 7 in the morning to prepare my newly cleaned kitchen to become dirty again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/5678620975811247348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/irrelevant-topic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/5678620975811247348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/5678620975811247348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/irrelevant-topic.html' title='irrelevant topic'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-4269321525310153020</id><published>2012-04-04T13:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-04T13:59:43.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a Little Dream...</title><content type='html'>Okay, my dreams are getting wierder and wierder as the days pass on. It seems that since playing SWTOR I have been kinda having the game med into my dreams. I had a dream last hight that Dan turned into Vector and that a friend of mine was Kaliyo Djannis. Don&#39;t get me wrong but a lot of cool stuff happened but I really need to find some kind of stimulation to make my dreams more meaningful. I think today I will actually find a way to get a book to read.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/4269321525310153020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/dream-little-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/4269321525310153020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/4269321525310153020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/dream-little-dream.html' title='Dream a Little Dream...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-5241041214890179102</id><published>2012-04-04T04:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-04T04:38:21.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plot Thickens..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;As of late the game has been making me feel a bit lonely. I sometimes wish I had the bajillion friends so I can play it even when Dan is at work. I can honestly say that the way I have been speaking my mind has made me lose friends at an incredible rate but from what I was told by my therapist is that if an when that happens that is usually the minds way of weeding out the people who aren&#39;t really necessary for your survival and that it&#39;s a good way of telling who the true friends are and who are there to hurt you. The reason why I want friends to play with is because I want a group of people who have common ground to talk to and get together on weekends to go through what we had just done. But sadly I don&#39;t know anyone like that around here. Well my Agent is being mind controlled by the SIS and I really want that to end quickly. I don&#39;t like the fact that my character is a puppet. I don&#39;t need to be a puppet. I don&#39;t even have my own mind in real life so I know what it feels like to be trapped with someone breathing down my neck telling me that I am not worth things in life. But oh well : &amp;nbsp;|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;I think that I should put this blog away before I say too much but keep your eyes pealed for more shenanigans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/5241041214890179102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/plot-thickens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/5241041214890179102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/5241041214890179102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/plot-thickens.html' title='The Plot Thickens..'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-1330970402046451702</id><published>2012-04-03T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T09:53:06.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I REALLY HATE MORNINGS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I am awake this morning earlier than usual because I am getting my homestead evaluated by the electrician that was supposed to be here by now. I am easily one of the biggest haters of morning time due to the fact that I am a night owl. Last night I was doing missions on SWTOR with Dan and I finally cracked my male companion&#39;s intimacy shell and can now flirt the bejeevers out of him. Vector Hylius isn&#39;t the baddest of companions but he makes up for it with a nice look. He looks like a 80&#39;s heartthrob with his brunette hair slicked back and has that brat pack suave to his face. I cannot wait for the next patch!! Being second banana in the guild it&#39;s going to be nice to have a guild banking device so I can finally clean up the clutter in my inventory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Bottom line..being a gamerchick rules.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/1330970402046451702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/i-really-hate-mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/1330970402046451702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/1330970402046451702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/i-really-hate-mornings.html' title='I REALLY HATE MORNINGS!!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020555635166326645.post-6907185618370386559</id><published>2012-04-02T21:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-02T21:48:26.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Humblest Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Hello my name is Annie Smith and I have been playing games for as long as I can remember. My first gaming experience happened when I laid hands on an Atari. I think I remember playing a little bit of Frogger and then I was hooked. One morning my father and mother brought home a Nintendo system and it came with two controllers and the sidescroll Mario Brothers. If my memory serves me correctly they also got us that mat that went with the Track &amp;amp; Field game where you thump incessantly and obsessively on those red and blue dots. I was always good at the high jump event and the vault. Though I was very young and those were great times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I have since evolved greatly into P.C. games and have been playing every genre I can possibly get my hands on. My favourite genre of game as of late is the M.M.O. I played WoW (World of Warcraft as a proper) for three years and it proved fun but it didn&#39;t have that spark that I was looking for in a game but I have finally found the game I can say is the best I have played so far and that is SWTOR (Star Wars: The Old Republic). It seems to me I have a penchant for the DPS classes but for some reason I fail miserably to deliver. I personally think that I have more fun as a button masher than a straight lined killing machine with the abilites rotation of a computerised Dolph Lundgren. Though I am a 35 Impy Agent and am doing swimmingly on her. I plan on updating you of her exploits in later posts so in other words...keep your reading eyes posted on later events. I welcome comments and suggestions so please do not refrain from offering as much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The End...for now.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/feeds/6907185618370386559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-humblest-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/6907185618370386559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020555635166326645/posts/default/6907185618370386559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impyagentkyrah.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-humblest-beginnings.html' title='My Humblest Beginnings'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17411094619099649577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>