Well, scarw is a typo, it happens when one is hastily typing on a small cellular device, it was supposed to say "scare" but the point remains the same.

Thanks, I scored a 65 on the Asvab it qualifies me for the Marines, but what is a perfect score I wonder.

Also, I go to MEPS Tommorow and Thursday, so they'll tell me then if they'll still accept me into the Marine corp.

Nah, Doyle's life is a horror story.

Can't tell any difference between now and before the incident, So I'd say everything is going fine.

I wish.

Here they come again, the brave ones. Another Halloween night, and the kids are back, here to prove their fearlessness. The old house's floorboards creak beneath their sneakers.Only half an hour until midnight, so I have to work fast. I start with their flashlight, blowing lightly against it, so that it flickers, but this inspires little more than a nervous giggle.Fifteen minutes until midnight. Time to take things up a notch. I hover up to the ceiling, and will my body into flesh. My every nerve is on fire, but they've given me no choice. I force drops of blood to trickle out my nose, but the boys below don’t notice. I knock against the ceiling, but they won’t even look up."I thought this place was supposed to be haunted," says the leader. "What a joke."Five minutes until midnight. I'm running out of time. With the last of my strength, I scream— so loud that they finally turn to look up at me. I like to think I put on a good show: I sway on an invisible noose, and the blood flows freely from my nostrils now. A couple of drops hit a skinny one with a crew cut. The boys scream and run into the night, just in time.Below me, I hear the Thing turn, its disappointment palpable. For now, it sleeps. But one day, I will fail. The boys will be too brave, and I won't scare them out in time. One day they will wake it.

I'm just glad Florida got their gator tail beat by Kentucky, it was hilarious.

I'm gonna admit it is going to be difficult to scarw you, you have to wake up every morning and see yourself in the mirror.

I find the sheer lack of thought on your part astounding, but it is as to be expected from you.

Well well well, look what the cat drug in. No, I just narrated it in first person.

There are several rock and metal bands that use the Bagpipes, AC-DC Used them once or twice, Skillet uses them occasionally.

I love the Bagpipes, their my favourite instrument to listen too, but i can't play them

What happened to Fishdancer?

The doctor pulled the stethoscope ear tips out and hung the device around his neck."Mr. Weatherby, all of your tests have come back negative and my examination shows nothing abnormal."Adam knew what was coming next. "I'm not crazy, Doctor.""I'm sorry, but there is no physical reason for why you occasionally lose control of your hands. A psychologist can help...""I don't need therapy. I need answers. They seem to have a life all their own. I can't hold a job. I'm under investigation for assault. I almost killed my neighbor. This can't go on. I'll try anything at this point."After two weeks on a new medication, Adam saw no progress and grew increasingly depressed.He was convinced that despite what the doctors said, it was not a psychological problem. That night, a frustrated and angry Adam sat in a chair and drank bourbon. Drunk and hopeless, he stumbled to the garage and started the table saw, then slowly lowered his wrists toward the screaming blade.Detective Armstrong entered the garage where several uniformed officers stood over the blood-soaked body."So what do we got?" he asked, taking in the blood-splattered scene."This is a weird one, Detective.""How so?""Take a look at the body. He apparently chopped off his hands with the table saw and bled to death."Armstrong knelt down. "And?" "And we can't find his hands anywhere."