How do you judge a man's valor?

with the blood on his bade!

I was gonna talk about Chase and how he is based off Loz












Or how Sean doesn't have a power yet (that I know of). I was thinking regeneration, just because you have to have a healer, it's like...expected.

This is not for animal lovers, if you love animals I would not suggest reading any further.

I will tell you about what I did not 5 minutes ago. It all starts as I'm getting ready to blog when I hear a loud thump coming from my backyard. I go to the wall and start to hit it, hoping to scare the creature outside away. To my discontent the noise continues, so my sis goes to find my dad, to tell him about it. She returns quickly telling me he's already outside. Thinking he's got it covered I go to the bathroom to meet with the president of turd town, when my sister runs up to me and tells me to get a knife and go meet my dad. I put on flippy-floppies and grab the longest knife i see. I ran to him to see what had happened, he was under the awning in the backyard, right next to my sis's room. He has managed to pin a possum, with a pointy stick and a fishing net, in the corner of the building, underneath a barbecue top (the jail bar type). Then my dad tells me to crawl over to is and stab it. So as a good child does, I began to stab away, but unfortunately the knife was not sharp enough. So I ran back inside to get a bigger and better knife, and returned to the creature in a flash holding two 10 inch steel blades. I started to apply pressure to the top of his body as he squirmed and tried to bite at the knife, only to break his teeth. The first few stabs broke the skin, and after about 6 punctures my dad said we should let it die. Knowing that it was PLAYING POSSUM I went for another cut. I aimed for the stomach and pressed down with all my might. The skin broke in three separate snaps, POW POW POW as I broke into his vital organs, he started to drift away into darkness. Just to be safe I stabbed him in the jugular. I must of cut him at least 20 times. Then my dad and I walked back inside and cleaned the knives to remove all the dirt and fur. He's probably out there breathing his last breath's as we speak. Karma did catch up to me pretty quickly on this one though, as I was stabbing him, my bracelet fell off and is now sitting between his blood-soaked face and his curled front paws. GREAT

Sorry if that creeped you out, but that is just one day in the life of Taylor, also, I can pull a Daniel and make a horribly, not needed to know blog, too. Please don't leave a "I'm shocked Taylor, You are a horrible person" comment, because he deserved it. The cat sized bastard was entering into out attic, stealing our insulation, and pooping...I hope he learned his lesson.

with every hope and frail desire known -Taylor