| This is a serious post. |
[May. 31st, 2003|02:03 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  worried | ] |
| [ | music |
| | All You Need Is Love | ] |
Lately I've become very concerned about the number of threats being made to the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) hellmouth_news.
Granted, with all the remodeling and the micromanaging I've been doing lately, it's been pretty tough to keep track of all the threats. (Okay, so the News doesn't make this easier by leering at everything in sight, but, hey, free press.)
But as patron goddess, it's time to step up.
So, no more threatening the news after it exposes the sordid (yet totally true) details of your sex lives!
I mean come on, you guys know you're all a bunch of cheap pansexual sluts who'll shag anything that breathes, anyways, and some of you don't even require that much. You're not fooling anyone. And yes, we have pictures to prove it.
So embrace the free love, or there will be free pain.
I promote free love because the second level's feeling a little lonely these days. That, and I'm running out of sextoys. |
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| *seething* |
[May. 12th, 2003|07:08 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pissed off | ] |
People to kill today:
HELLMOUTH NEWS
HELLMOUTH NEWS
HELLMOUTH NEWS
HELLMOUTH NEWS
HELLMOUTH NEWS
HELLMOUTH NEWS
HELLMOUTH NEWS
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I'm kinda peaked tonight, so I'm thinking sometime tomorrow afternoon. |
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| Long time no post! |
[May. 1st, 2003|03:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  productive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Garbage - Supervixen | ] |
Debt Remaining: $0.00
I swear, has the whole world died and gone to Hell? Glory in Hell, from all the posts I'm seeing, my position is getting pretty cushy right now. Betrayal, sex, lies, overdramatic toss-outs, ultimate evil! It's like a soap opera, only gayer!
At any rate, I'm really looking forward. With thefirstevil all surface-side, a Hellgod has to think about her own security. I mean, obviously I did the 9-to-5, but just no fun. But this Hell's not too bad. I mean, lots of torture, plenty o' sadistic happy fun times, morally ambiguous Powers, and the BEST taste in clothes. (I want Dolce & Gabana to be my bitches. But then, everyone's MY bitch.) And honestly, WORKING to relieve my debt? Whatever. It was time to put the GOD back into Hellgod.
So, I took over Hell.
Yep, I'm running the whole operation. Doing a little remodeling, these days. Upping the torture factor, removing all the human excrement, setting up some nicer offices. All the W&H people going in and out seem to appreciate. And there's nothing like sipping a Cosmo from your plushy new office while looking out at a landscape of horror.
A girl could get used to this.
Get on the train now, kiddies! Because pretty soon I will be seeing all of you in Hell.
Notes to Self: Appoint Cabinet of Evil, check immigration quotas, inspire the masses with inspirational speech, discuss Dis Plaza renovation plans, meeting with Wolfram & Hart. |
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| *smirk* |
[Feb. 25th, 2003|12:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bring Me To Life - Evanscence | ] |
From beneath you, it devours.
Things are getting REAL interesting 'round these parts. Real, real, REAL interesting...
What's coming will really knock everyone's socks off.
*grins* |
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| Technology is MARVELOUS! |
[Feb. 18th, 2003|01:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Maroon 5 - Harder to Breathe | ] |
Times like these, I LOVE being on the evil of the fence. It fills my heart with spiky black unfuzzies. Mmmm.
At any rate lovelies, had no time to update and inform everyone of my wonderful opportunity: namely, an exclusive chance to go to a conference to see the newest developments in evil. Perks of transferring to research.
Things certainly have improved! The sheer breadth of new ideas...the imagination is truly a wonderful thing. It is especially proficient at finding ways to cause others pain. Ain't it lovely? Some of those weapons cabinets resulted in drool.
My personal favorite, however, is gorgeous but absolutely twisted--it's an advancement in shapeshifting. I'm not a scientist and not big on the logistics, but apparently there is a magic that, rather than just taking on the face of the person, the entire ESSENCE is used. So it really IS the person there, talking to you, although their intentions may be the user's.
How creepy. There's a rumor that someone is already using this power, but it's only speculation. The technology is quite new and not really in practice unless those rumors turn out to be true.
However...
I was reflecting and I remember a while back--last fall--I was doing the rounds of one of the bolgia and this *feeling* went through me--like I was there, but not really there...
Go figure. Probably just too much time at work. |
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| I'll support the bunny-loather's little cause... |
[Feb. 10th, 2003|10:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | gloomy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hole - Doll Parts | ] |
*smirks*
I needed that. Work was long, hard, and ugly. REALLY ugly. Like literally. As I've started my resarching job, in our forays on using the Internet in psychological torture they forced us to surf uglypeople.com. And WE'RE the punishers? Whatever. |
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| Declarations, declarations, declarations. |
[Feb. 10th, 2003|12:06 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | complacent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Radiohead - Creep | ] |
I just want to make something VERY clear.
I am crazy. I am not a pathological liar. And yes, Cole Turner is a man-slut, but he's a good man-slut. I love the evil guy (in a solely platonic way)! Props to all those who were honest and came forward. Now that my hours are increasing, I might as well find SOME way to enjoy my new job.
Willy? The tribute was lovely. We're not done yet. And keep your little groupies out of my way or blood may start flowing like water. Even a Slayer can't take me one-on-one. |
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| Big News! |
[Feb. 9th, 2003|04:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | productive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Half A Man," Stephen Lynch | ] |
Recently got a small promotion, will be carrying some admin duties to help repay debt faster. Also received access to archives. Started surfing the First Level's Sexual History Records, and decided to clear the air on this line of questioning.
Cole Turner has NOT slept with the following people:
Lana Lang
Lionel Luther
Prue Halliwell
Dawn Summers
Ron Weasley
The entire seventh level of Hell
Me
Angelus (but not Angel)
J. Lo
Kevin Smith
Saddam Hussein
Pikachu
Buffy Summers
George W. Bush
Colin Powell
Britney Spears
the entire cast of "Celebrity Mole"
yo' mama
Frodo Baggins
Legolas, son of Weenus (although rumors persist of a late-night encounter involving an electric cattle prod and mirrors, no sex)
Gandalf the White (Gandalf the Grey, however...)
Dilbert
Trista, the Bachelorette
And that is all. |
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| OOC: Please Read |
[Feb. 9th, 2003|01:39 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | frustrated | ] |
Please keep in mind I don't speak for the entire group here, although this is good advice for the group on a general basis.
I've had, on several occasions, had comments or replies to my comments that are directly OOC critiquing my characterization of Glory, correcting "mistakes" I may be making, and various other things that are irritating and take the journals out of their IC context. Some I ignore, others I've replied to OOC. And it's annoying. I'm not a member of the ME writing staff, so all of this is my own interpretation based off watching the show, web info, analysis, etc. My e-mail address is publicly available (worshipthisgoddess@hotmail.com for all of you who are too lazy to check my profile and look it up), and should anyone take contention with something I say or feel I am not doing some aspect of Glory's character justice, E-MAIL ME INSTEAD. We'll have a dialogue. Your input is important to me, but I would VASTLY prefer to keep the journal as IC as possible. And while I concede that this isn't particularly IC...I felt it needed to be said. Again, I don't speak for the rest of the cast, but I might say that they're also available via e-mail or otherwise. Thank you for your consideration.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled sock puppet theater. |
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| *cracks knuckles* |
[Feb. 8th, 2003|11:13 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  predatory | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Guiseppe Verdi - Dies Irae | ] |
Willy, I'm waaaaaaaaaaaaiting...
And remember, you'd be surprised what you can live through.
*smirk* |
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| Willy. |
[Feb. 7th, 2003|09:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | still homicidal but withholding for now... | ] |
Well, I didn't kill, although he'll be feeling the effects of the bull-whip for a while.
Son of a larva demon...trying to SELL my bra on eBay...
( The full story... ) |
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| Willy? |
[Feb. 7th, 2003|07:39 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | homicidal | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Prodigy - "Smack My Bitch Up" | ] |
Your ass is grass. |
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| BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! |
[Feb. 6th, 2003|10:48 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Garbage - I'm Only Happy When It Rains | ] |
The idiots down at the Initiative offed the brooding bleached-blond poet!!!!!
Oh, Glory in Hell, I am so VERY amused right now.
*breaks out champagne and starts handing out flutes*
To the United States Military! MacKenzie and Co. better pray the Slayer doesn't castrate them for this stunt... |
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| Musings |
[Feb. 6th, 2003|11:52 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | working | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "The Hours" (yet again) | ] |
Well, I was finally ordered back to work today. The only reason I got this long of a vacay to recover from the Level-That-Will-Not-Be-Named is because I threatened to go Hellgod on a few of the higher-ups.
Glad to know I can still inspire fear around this dump. Now if only my creditors would see logic. Trouble with being dead--you can't kill people.
At any rate...I'm just catching up on the news on the LA front and...way to go, people! Because I totally wasn't expecting that to happen.
*snorts*
Evil is evil is evil, people. You can't half-ass evil by locking it in a cage. It's merciless; it needs no boundaries because it has no ethics to restrain it. That's why evil is so seductive! It's a release from ordinary strictures, it lets you act as you wish, when you wish. You let it wash over you like a river, not attempt to manipulate it for your own purposes. That's why so many people who were good and turn evil fail--they're looking for control, not release. True evil transcends all things. Good's still bogged down in being all moral. Apples and oranges, children. One set of rules can't apply when dabbling with the other.
And Glory's done playing five-cent philosopher for the day. Back to the chain gang.
*sighs* I want to go home.
Note to self: write book on the philosophy of evil and become brilliant star of Hell literary world, which consists entirely of the book of Revelation, the Babysitters Club series, and Ernest Hemingway's "The Old Man And The Sea." |
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| Disclaimer |
[Feb. 5th, 2003|01:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | bitchy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sleater-Kinney - More Than A Feeling | ] |
Due to a certain incredibly irritating psychologist who doesn't know when to stuff his theories, I have been forced out to make the following statements:
1. I am a Hellgod. A crazed Hellgod, to be more accurate. Don't piss me off.
2. I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in bottom-feeders who like to play therapist to mask their own issues. Normally I wouldn't deign to answer his protests, but his perpetuation of his delusional belief that I "have a thing for him" threatens MY reputation as an all-powerful Hellgod. It's very damaging for my reputation--what if it got back to my home dimension that I'm allegedly shacking up with a VAMPIRE? Good Glory, the press would have a field day with that one.
So sayeth the crazed Hellgod.
Anyways...from the sounds of it, the Sunnydale gang had a rough Tuesday, particularly Willow and Kennedy. Always amazed at that group's capacity to screw each other up even WITHOUT a real evil pulling the strings. You could grab some popcorn and practically watch it like a soap opera. Quite amusing. The angst's thicker than molasses. But I just heard the leftover talk from the Bronze last night. I'm going to miss that place once the Get-Out-Of-Death-Free card comes through, but hey, we all have to make sacrifices sometimes. |
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| Drag!Spike is fun! |
[Feb. 4th, 2003|10:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | giddy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Aerosmith - Dude Looks Like A Lady | ] |
Tonight when the ensouled one was lying unconscious on the table in the middle of the Bronze, someone got a BRILLIANT idea.
Dress him in drag, of course. Because we were really bored.
And he makes a LOVELY girl, if I do say so myself. We decided to give him the natural look, despite the goth leanings the vampy complexion suggests. Faithdid the eyes, and while we had him in a corset (yes, we undressed him, and I cannot lie, well, I can but I won't; I copped a feel), he didn't really fill it out properly, so we re-dressed.
And Cordy took pictures! Fresh off the press:
*smirks* He's a very pretty girl, ne? |
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