I miss you Rondard.

:(

- X?

-Furizen

-G

-Zeromus

Fake it 'till you make it, huh buddy?

yumadbro? Oh wait, sorry. Let me put it in terms you might understand.

WHY U FRONTIN' NIGGA?

-Zeromus

<3

Anyway, you guys crossed my mind yesterday so I figured I'd visit the old hub. I notice you have an alternative way to get here, other than the .moonfruit site.

Anyway, hope you're all doing well as you were in my day. Back to falling off the grid for another half a decade.

-Rondard

-Zeromus

--- Scya-Lord Zeromus Hunter 

It's simple really. Name recognition. And as far as I know you guys don't own the rights to my alias. Come up with something better to make me look bad. I have 0 interest in becoming a "hunter". I make more money than you ever will at quiznoz and I have a life beyond jackin' it over my WoW character. Yall niggas need to grow up.

-Zeromus

I have no love, I have no zeal, I have only the falling upon my own face.

The food is mingled with a little poison. The food is poor, and fit for dogs.

The people are like a disease, I hoped the world would not catch. The world is already like the moon.

My heart is tempered from a purifying heat, but cold from a winter that will not end. My mind is sharpened on both sides, but blunted from too much use.

If I gird myself for battle, the battle is already lost. In losing each battle I see peace in being lost.

Through pain there is forgetting. Between pain and forgetting there is less value in all things. When all value is gone, even you are forgotten.

The air is darkened with vice, it can be hard to breathe.

I am dragged down, my mouth is bitter like ash. I climb just high enough to be out of the sweeping tides.

The rulers are ruled, and not by their own rule. The teachers do not teach more than how time is wasted. The love of lovers is their own hatred.

The wise elders revel in the foolish ways to dig thier soul's graves. The peace of the people is a feuding spirit. The scale of justice is weighed with coins on one side.

The strength and virtue of men is reviled as a curse. The dignity of women is seen as a comedy.

The care of physicians is to harm and to charge, to judge with only one eye, and to be cruel for the sake of payment.

The story of the people is to sow tragedy, but in reaping they ask: "why"? Cherishing misery.

Wherever I go, there I am, grateful to have an absence of gratitude.

The poverty of this place is inside of us. They do not know they trade their birthright for a bowl of porridge. Who will tell them it is so? What garner's the people's attention more than the many colors of the harlot's clothes? I am worthless, but not ashamed, hopeless but am serene.

Esau, the hunter, goes back to his field.

I am like an old man, waiting to die, and all of my affairs are in order.

I have no regret, I did not live without caution. I also did not live without placing bets.

Irony and misfortune is best celebrated as a facet of life with a due time, like the seasons, or the hours of a day. A cynic should be light hearted, though aware of the rediculous.

Freedom and imprisonment can give birth to each other.

True sanity exists in the space beyond illusion. For illusion to be broken, one must, at times appear insane.

Even shadows are given their form by the light.

For work and rest, I have had too much or too little.

Nefariousness often wears the garb of love, innocence, purity, justice, truth and every noble ideal or feeling.

People are usually weaker than they give themselves credit for, sometimes owed to an absence of understanding their true nature. With much virtue and genuine intent, their fervor drowns out the possibility of seeing their error.

For mortal men, cruelty is the center of existance, the beginning, middle and ending. Those who suppose they are not mortal turn their heads and close their eyes. For mortal men, cruelty and time take them hostage.

Free coupon, kill any gangster, get a large pizza, any toppings absolutely free. Offer good while supplies last.

Somewhere in Japan, long ago, a samurai wrote poetry, biography, ethics, or knowledge before gutting himself with a sharp blade, and having his head cut off most of the way through.

To be sick to the point of death is the fate of myrtyrs. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I do not posess their will, so why is my gaze still fixed on it with my hand stretched forth to grasp?

There is nothing new under the sun, so the old book says. Neither anything new, nor anything that can be done about it.

Beautiful things appear ugly when seen through the ray of death, but also to those who are the living dead.

More often than not, one's fate lies in one's hands, as even if God finds favor with you, it is because of what you do.

I continue lying to myself, telling myself that I want to be serious about life, love, work and such.

I am only remotely driven to such things, they have eluded me for as long as I can remember. I have eluded them as well.

Life is like a funeral. Going through the motions, paying respects, meeting relatives, grieving.

Sometimes I wonder if any mercy remains in heaven, then I wonder if any mercy remains in me.

Life is a sickness, an anathema in becomming. Remedies are rare, only suppresants are prevelant.

Not knowing one's place in the world, like a square peg to a round hole, is a far too common but unpleasant surprise.

Humor is one of the few things worth investing in, because it makes the absurd paletable.

Most of the time forgiveness is the only card left in my hand. This aint the Alamo. When I see that I can no longer stand, I use forgiveness to wash my hands.

I've spent my life looking for a zen distraction, a non-existant contradiction. If such a thing existed, it would take my moments of feeling in-sync with life, and the universe and extend them indefinately.

The mind plays games with 'yes' and 'no' to the point of exhaustion, but the tao says "what is success?", "what is failure?"

I have concluded that I am inextricable from problems, therefore I am a problem.

For now I am content with the broken record playing in my head, and too lazy to get up and turn it off.

The greatest treasure one can have is one's state of being.

Saturn plays no favorites, his scythe hews down all who are in his path.

The sword in the stone, I thought I could lift it all on my own. Gravity, perplexity and centrifugal force hold it there fast beyond my grasping.

Life reeks of two V's, vanity and violence. Vanity, all is vanity and pain.

I hold myself hostage for the crime of not being infatuated or amused of anything anymore. I always was a poor sport, where living was concerned.

Luciferous one, your trials are dreadful, I have conceded for a time which could have come much sooner.

Smoke and mirrors of daily life, but Don Quixote continues on his sunset ride.

Life always takes one of two courses, sometimes simultaneously, to improve in some way, or to pursue an anesthetic acceptable to one's conscience.

There are no more songs worth singing, we have already sung them all.

The purest form of action I've ever found is pacing the floor late at night. Aimlessly wandering, as if to remind myself that ultimately I am a vagabond.

The technology of an ignorant people will curse, disable and destroy them.

The great trial of gambling is knowing when to walk away from the table, cash out and move on.

To look at one's life as if it were like walking down a road is wholly inadequate. Sailing through waves and uncharted waters is much more appropriate, because the course is unpredictable and the journey is treacherous.

The next best thing men can hope to feel besides peace, joy, happiness, or equilibrium is sadness. For while it is something that points to a lacking of something in life, this can only be owed to the great realization that life, in a general sense is usually lacking indeed. Sadness, likewise is not as dramatic as depression, which sometimes arrives as the result of the unexpected, or anger which arrives due to the same. Sadness can be a reflection, in the truest sense, of the collective reality with which we all are confronted, a "sad" one.

Past, present, future, I am the same one.

Every moment is like a very serious, very grave matter that few recognize.

Boredom is the new, and ever the ancient idolatry.

I consider that it may be possible to reach a singularity where nothing is funny anymore.

I have found beauty to be mostly comprised of small and insignificant or ugly things, which when viewed as a collective whole, can become a single aestheticly pleasing unit or entity.

The loss of caring is the beginning of the end.

Common sense is very rare, common ignorance is much more prevelant.

Even fools learn and gain things the learned have no room for, due to a lack of inhibition.

The most precious resource is time, for in it all others are encompassed and it's treasures are only available for a limited duration.

My sorrow is my indolence, indolence unending.

Friendship is the new currency, I had once scoffed, though I consider too it can be a debt.

Zeal, articulation and virtues of conscience are few in our time.

The best among warriors first know how to heal.

When I sit to count all of the attributes I detest in others, then I recognize I am the one I truely hate.

Boredom is an unnatural state, an indicator of disease.

Bacopa, healing balm of the mind, what would I have done without the wisdom of Hindustani sages?

The mind is the seat of the soul, to endure all things one must treat it with great care first.

Even the most hopeless of situationswhich can drag on for years should be met with patience.

Arguements even happen between people who do not recognize that they agree with each other.

Not all fights are fair, nor wrongs all warranted justly, but the scale pays dues only long after the swing of the pendulum.

Right and wrong can also be relative to cultural sensitivity, if only to a limited degree.

Being a schizoid has it's advantages. Otakus rarely suffer the dillemas that more passionate people are plagued by.

Crime is the equivalent of weakness. Justice is always the most difficult to uphold.

Once in a while, events, circumbstances, actions and impulses converge into an unpredictable victory.

To the altruists, fail as they may, I still toast them with a raised glass, I should be so lucky, if I drank the poisoned cup of Socrates.

"Freedom is something that we have to achieve inside ourselves. Nobody can achieve it outside oneself,

...It is ridiculous, frighteningly ridiculous to make wars in the name of peace”.

-Samael Aun Weor

-Zeromus

--- Scya-Lord Zeromus Hunter 

Because sometimes letting go can be hard Zeromus.

:(

-Zeromus

-Zeromus

By the way I'm married and am having a son in Augusta. Go me.

--- Xidash(guest) 

Also: yes, we have lots of stalkers. We're good like that.

-Zeromus

By the way I'm married and am having a son in Augusta. Go me.

-Zeromus

-Zeromus

Anyway,

Sup.

--- Elkow(guest) 

I eat toasties and think I'm cool. I also have unsuccessfully run multiple divisions and blamed others for my failure. PS. I LIKE TURTLES

-Zeromus

-Zeromus

--- Scya-Lord Zeromus Hunter 

I would love to I would. But unless I win the lottery, that won't be possible anytime soon.

I'm afraid my bills are stopping me from a lot these days. :(

I'm trying my best to clear them though, Id luv to see the hunters IRL.

- Eli

-Zeromus

I'm sure at this point you have gotten sn Explanation for why i'm out.

I was going to speak to Zeromus more about it, but I figured that i'd adress it to all of you.

For the Hunters are a unit of one. Therefore I should speak to you all.

Im sure some of you arn't sure exactly why I suddently turned my back on protocol. I momentarly forgot about that oath I took.

Even though i've had a lot of issues happen to me, there's no excuse for that type of betrayal to the unit. For that im sorry.

I Forgot the meaning of being a hunter. The day I came back online I was asked why i'm a hunter. That person doesn't understand

the dedication to the guild or the fact that it's a family. So they don't understand why I gave my life to the unit. I let that person place doubts in

my head. For me to question myself and my loyalty to my hunter family. I felt like I was losing control of things in my life and I wanted to detatch myself from everything. So I went to an ex member and started questioning my place as a hunter. I did that because in the past that member who got kicked for his disloyaly, might re-enforse those doubts and make the choice for me. It was dumb and stupid on my part and after talking to him I came to realise that i'm only trying to escape my problems by escaping KiithSa and he mentioned that Kiith would understand beyond just games and wow. So I thought about it and was going to talk to Zeromus about how I felt. i just have a real problem sometimes expressing it. Its hard to explain myself without getting personal and sometimes it's hard.

Anyways I didn't get the chance to and before i knew it I was flying solo for my stupidity. I don't want pity, and I understand that what I did broke protocol and I don't expect people to be very sympathetic. However I did make a HUGE mistake. I feel now pretty crappy and I feel awful about letting my doubt and feelings screw up my place with the hunters. I liked being a hunter and I feel wrong not being one. I realise now my mistake and now that I realise how much you guys are in fact important to me and want to be part of the unit, I leave that up to you guys to decide if you can forgive me for doubting the kiith. I let my issues take the better of me and I know now not to let that happen again.

Im sorry guys. And if you don't forgive me for my betrayal i'll understand. I'll always be there for the hunters regardless. I luv you all so very much. You're my family and you just don't betray family. However can you forgive me for it?

Elixis

--Razan"

I thought I told you never to mention my secret to anyone.

--- Scya-Lord Zeromus Hunter 

No you're not.

--- xerushunter 

<_< >_> lol

--- Castorius Hunter

--- Scya-Lord Zeromus Hunter 

No you're not.

Cya, around.

Currently, we're playing Aion online. Get in touch with me and we'll see what we can do for you.

-Zeromus

The Time Warp

No it doesn't take you to goatse, actually we lost the URL because bravenet doesn't host them anymore.

One of our members developed our new website and hosted it here:

http://bladefalcon.co.nr

Gratz on the artifact, if anyone wants to throw down in gunz, or emulators or something, drop me an IM.

-Zeromus

lol people add me on MSN you know what it is :P

-Xearo

-furizen