Vlad's Pad

Luigi's Party Part II

2011-02-25T02:35:00.000-08:00

She could see where everyone was now.

They had been knocked off their feet by the explosion. Even Rune was unconscious. At least she hoped he was. There was a nasty gash on his forehead, from which blood was trickling down onto the floor which was covered in shards of glass. Slowly she crawled towards him as the men stomped over her friend’s bodies towards her.

Everything seem to be moving in a slow motion , she was trying to get Rune up his face all cover on his own blood , she notice his gun on his waist she picks it up by then she was surround by what it seem a SWAT team one of men yell at her ''Put ur weapon down'' (all in a slow motion).

She drop her gun and put hands in the air , one guy all in black full gear and gas mask on, handcuff her and drag her out of was left of Luigi's place in to a black van. She then told her self that she could have take them right there but , her loves one are been hurt and they had come for her , Chloe had enough of it all this.

She sit down in silence as the group of six men where sit around her she was in the middle of the van handcuffed and her head down.In her mind the last vision she had was Rune talking he was about to ask her something when the explosion and the men's in black arrived, she hold back her tears as anger took over ''Rune ,DB Reehana, Mimi, Kara are they all dead ?,Rune my love .''

She took a look at the six men in the van they didn't say much , she look at her left then right and she transform in front of them as a big Venom Snake and took a big chunk of one of the guys face, transforming back to her self she grabs guy#2 and #3 guns and with out blinking she shoot them both in the head , speeds up and kicks guy #4 so hard he end up knocking down guy#5 , she then use his knife and stab him on the neck as for guy #6 the driver.

She sat next to him holding a gun to his head .'' Now keep driving to where ever u suppost to take me or i blow ur head off''... 35 minutes later the arrive to the entrance of a big mansion , by the main entrance security was tight , the black van arrives in super speed and on fire , the guards sound the alarm by then Chloe was on the roof top on the east side of the mansion , she has rip her dress on her left side to make it easy for her to climb walls and run roof to roof and she left her heels somewhere by the pool.

She found a window open and enter the place she has never been before not that it made a differance to her she was determine to find out who was responsible for hurting her friends and hurt him bad, she heard a noise and head to were the sound was coming from the she hide bahiund a big collumn and over head a familiar voice.

'' Find her and bring her to me , do not kill her understood''.

It was Michael Mckenzy she reconize his face from her father labs phots and flash back he was at her father's lab on her birthday .

She felt her blood boiling , she grab a vase near by and hit the guy 2 yards ahead of her (slow motion) she attack two more guards posted by the entrance of the Master Bedroom, she draw her guns and shoot both guy get hit and drop to the floor.

Chloe runs inside the bedroom and there he was Michael Mckenzy 40something 5'6 with blue eyes and black short hair he hold his long revolver at her Chloe Grins her dress was rip appart and blood was on her face , arms and legs but it wasent her blood, she launch at Michael not even giving him a chance to shoot her up , snaping her finger making his gun drop .

She then pinned him against the wall ,Chloe seem cold her eyes were dark more than usual she wasn't the Chloe her friendsand people who knew her was , while Mr Mckenzy was been force pin against the wall she look around his room, she notice he was one kinky mother f***k she grins notice playfull handcuff and sex toys around and a nun uniform.

Then she heard a sound coming from the wardrobe, she open it and a young girl not older than 15 was in there crying scared ..'' Come I'm not gonna hurt you? She said reassuring the girl that she was only here causing so much trouble just for Mr Mackenzy.

Then she turn to look at Michael still pin unable to move against the wall .''You are one sick bastard you know that! She said to him snaping her fingers again and making Michaels soffocate a little bit , he struggles for a bit .

Chloe tells the young girl to run away from the place , she then grab the nun fancy dress and puts on as her red dress was covered in guards blood. looking her self in the mirrow she said. '' Ironic don't you think'' snaps fingers again and throw him across the room, she now all dress up as a nun her silver revolver on her hand looking down on him the man is screaming with fear all his security guards are been taken one by one by one and she is now standing on front of him with a gun to his head.

Chloe yell '' Did you kill my parents, Did you?? Michael look at her he was shaking ,'' No I didn't look I pay you what ever you want , maybe we could even have a new deal , with your powers and my formula we could have it all can't you see , don't be like your father!

*The hard sound click of the gun at the back of Michael Mckenzy head it was heard as a big echo in the room, Chloe felt nothing for this man on his knee on front of her, to her he was another investor another guy responsible for her parents death , he must paid she keep repeating her self over and over , she look at him and she felt sick by looking at him ,,Suddenly someone call out her name , she turn around to se,e still gun point it at Mckenzy head she said

.'Rune...is that you cherie...''

To be continued..

Did you kill my parents, tell me Now!!

Jersey attempts to censor - Call of Duty : Black Ops

2010-11-14T11:24:00.000-08:00

PARENTS are being warned not to let their children play a controversial new computer war game following research suggesting that it makes teenagers more aggressive.

Read more: http://www.thisisjersey.com/2010/11/13/schools-war-games-warning/#ixzz15GFcAaB0

Gameplay Demo on Youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yrurGjHbPU8&feature=channel

I make the press

2009-02-24T10:35:00.001-08:00

It's nice to finally have some recognition:

http://observers.france24.com/en/content/20090224-how-make-millions-sell-death-british-tabloids-jade-goody-cancer-wedding

Rest assured, Jade Goody has yet to escape the full brunt of Vlad's Pad, watch this space...

RIP JADE GOODY

2009-02-21T23:45:00.000-08:00

RIP JADE GOODY Well after five years of painstaking abstinence I have finally succumbed to the blogging frenzy and am left wondering why people have been so upset by this video :

RIP JADE GOODY sélectionné dans Humour

You can also view it on Youtube by clicking

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For those of you who aren't lucky enough to have an intimate knowledge of British popular culture don't know who this woman is, I suggest you avail yourself of the services of Wikipedia. Her impending death is being mourned by some but celebrated by others who are looking forward to a more rational take on popular culture as well as some British celebrities who actually have some form of talent to justify the hours we fritter away in front of our television sets. This video has been without a doubt my most popular (at least in quantitative sense) and sparked a furious exchange of video comments and e-mails as well as the creation and destruction of several Facebook groups, Jade Goody is nothing if not a source of controversy which is rather ironic given the fact that my basis for condemning her is that she had nothing whatsoever to offer to society!

I also did a video response for all those people who got in touch after I did the original to say in a rather matter of fact fashion that they did not agree. The main points I addressed were those people who believed I was sick or mentally ill to take pleasure at another's death, particularly from people who had either suffered from cancer themselves or had lost a relative. This came as something of a surprise to me as I hadn't recalled saying that I was amused at the idea of terminally ill people in general, more seeing the resulting improvement of British television programming as an incidental benefit of this woman's death.

Naturally it's wrong to wish death on anyone but of course there some of my viewers were guilty of that very human trait of seeing what we want to see in a situation rather than its reality. The fact that Jade Goody is going to shuffle off this mortal coil whether we want her to or not is the uncomfortable reality. Another uncomfortable reality is her exploitation at the level of attention she has gained from the media while the issue of Cancer research has been sidelined.

One very intelligent poster pointed out that her wealth could better be devoted towards organisations such as the McMillan trust who devote time and money towards providing palliative care and a cure for this disease. The idea of taking pleasure in another's suffering is naturally immoral by its very nature, though as a proponent of euthanasia I have nothing against anyone including this so-called celebrity ending her life by a more rapid and painless means. However I am not the one who has decided that Jade Goody is to die. This would seem to be the belief of all those harbingers who were good enough to get in touch with ominous premonitions of "what goes around comes around" and that I was going to be on the receiving end of some pretty "bad karma" soon.

I found this a refreshing change from the Russell Grant's Horoscope column in the JEP which usually recommends I consider doing more interior decoration but I did feel obliged to ask why such people did not feel that the hand of fate didn't intervene on Ms. Goody's behalf when she contracted a terminal illness. It would seem that the good Lord does indeed work in mysterious ways, that or I'm wasting my time speaking to losers who sit around hoping that providence will do their dirty work for them but I digress.

It's rather surprising for me as a young person to see the streak of traditionalist conservatism of my grandparent's generation alive and well in the youth of today. The kind of muddle headed thining I have seen in posts and video comments seems to run along the same lines as placard wavers outside a Confederate abortion clinic, life for the sake of life regardless of how pointless or downright pathetic and not taking into account the misery caused by the so-called human being in question. While Jade Goody's general appearance lends itself more to an evolutionary theory involving a porcine ancestor for modern human beings, we will accept that she is by and large made of the same stuff as the rest of us. There are those who believe rightly that she is therefore by default entitled to a certain level of respect as such and shouldn't be regarded in the same way as an animal in need of being "put down" as my friends in the Veterinary trade would say.

The loophole in this theory comes down to the concept of "proportionality" of human rights. Those of us who wish to live a life without an ugly, ignorant racist moron in Britain have little choice but to avoid all tabloid style newspapers and mainstream television channels altogether. We people who have a modicum of taste, tend to favour a life free of Jade Goody, that's all of Jade Goody all of the time. While this has not been possible due to the idolisation of the woman by the public at large I am relieved and more than a little satisfied that her demise will bring an end to a rather embarassing chapter in British history, perhaps it's best to think of it in terms of being an Abba fan before Mama Mia was released...

All those who have not been swayed by my less than scintillating logic may be in need of a gentle reminder that others were not put on this earth for the sole reason of hanging on their every word (suprisingly enough I am often accused of failing to respect the rights of others to hold an opinion, usually accompanied by the word "c*nt"). Just today I was offended by a letter to my local rag where a resident boasted that he owned a large 4x4 gas guzzler and was proud of it despite the indisputable impact on the environment. His lack of social conscience notwithstanding it's one thing to revel in having one's own vehicle but to mock those who have the good sense to make use of public transport by saying that we are "losers who stand in the rain" was a little more than my fragile ego could bear. It was at this point I decided to apply a rather unique philosophy which seems to have eluded some of the more persistent ranters known as a "sense of humour". Dictionary.com defines this as:

Noun

Singular
sense of humour

Plural
senses of humour

sense of humour (plural senses of humour)

The quality of an individual to find certain things funny.

Could it be that said individual was using humour to illustrate it's point? By a logical extension, could I then apply my own sense of humour to what he said to prevent myself from taking him too seriously?

I stood in the kitchen for several moments after reading the letter performing a type of mental Indian wrestling with my already overtaxed brain. Impulses flew, neurones reformed, the gears whirred round and round as I desperately tried to concieve how this individual, indeed a complete stranger could make such a personal attack on me, an innocent user of public transport.

My local newspaper publishes the names and addresses of all letters to the Editor and as I stood there flexing my knuckles in my red Linda McArtney apron, a pink mist descended over my vision... I imagined sprinting round to his humble house and taking a cricket bat to his beloved 4x4, all the while laughing manically as I made our planet that much greener. I imagined him looking on in tears as his beloved gas guzzler became so much scrap metal, fit only for recycling (though given his contempt for the environment he would have been more likely to hard the fragments of metal rather than allow them to be reused.)

I regret to inform you that I did not pursue this course of action however, mainly because I was baking Betty Crocker's finest brownies at the time and didn't want to see them burnt, secondly I have been raised with the old fashioned notion that everyone is entitled to an opinion.

No matter how wrong I believed he was, this gentleman wasn't asking my permission to say what he had to say. This is due to the little known human right involving freedom of expression, a tenet of law in most democratic countries which allows us to say anything we wish provided we don't encourage people to hurt each other, stir up race hate, set things on fire (unless it's yours of course) and so on.

This man who had offended me so had exercised this right and in so doing had offended me. Did I then start b*tching about how he shouldn't have said it in the first place or did I write a letter of my own and try to debate with him intelligently?

Time will tell...

Hello and Welcome!

2009-02-21T06:02:00.001-08:00

Welcome to my blog where I will be sharing with you my thoughts on life, the universe and everything, if that's not your particular cup of tea feel free to visit any of the many pointless websites the Internet has to offer, look forward to hearing your thoughts!

Vladimir