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Have you ever had a strange obsession with a word? A word that just topped all others, one that flashes everytime it appears, as if it was begging you to read it?
No?
Good, you've passed the first question.

Second question, though, what word do you absolutely love to use? And what word do you don't like? As in, throw-it-in-with-a-bunch-of-carps-and-let-it-burn-in-hell-don't-like like?

My favourite one is, by far, the word apparently. It's vague, but surprisingly comprehensively. And don't even start me about the mess it makes in people's heads ( shouldn't the second a be an e? or the first e an a? AAARGH! )
My least-favourite word is clearly. Don't ask me why.
PS: I'm not a word perv, I'm doing some sort of a research around words. Everything in the name of science ^^.

Virvipop was struck by fear. Her feet were frozen on the spot, her legs shivered uncontrollably. She could hear Rocc's words only faintly, and she felt unable to reply. The only thing she could do was look at the pair of red, shimering eyes that were looking at her from the shroud. She could not hear anything but eerie silence. Not even the old floor that creaked under Rocc's feet.
The two eyes still looked at her. It's pitch black pupils, fixated on her, sent chills down her spine.
Virvipop uttered some words as she started her cantation. She knew that whatever lurked there was up to no good.
"incendia aeo incendia, complexo mihi warp lux lucis qua is penuria ut vos shimerea quod vos awrayk , ut vos giouw quod giouw , ut vos illustrator quod addo spes..."
A halo of fire began to shimmer around her. The two eyes narrowed for a few seconds as it saw how a curtain of fire began to whirl around her.
From the shroud, a foot emerged. Twice as large as one of a man, it was covered entirely by black scales, who glimmered in the shine of her fire.

WAHCCT: We are having chocolate cookies tonight.
BS: Bullshit
(.Y.): Tittehs
O_o: A face expressing a bewilderness that is can be only summarised in one word. WTF?
lol: Lot's of love

Hehe, I'm willing to join in the next migrant wave Martinuzz. Gent ftw.
Anyway, I'm surprised FFS hasn't come up.
FFS: For fuck's sake, used when you want to vent frustration ( FFS, I grinded a million hours on this game and all I've got is an iron dagger! ). It is still unclear, however, what the fuck's sake actually is. 

Torpin's mind dazzled in a sea of light.
Flashes and screams ripped through his head, raw energy pulsated through his body.
His eyelids burned as he screamed out in pain. A frenzy, the most relentless, barbaric and savage frenzy he had ever experienced, had taken control over him.
He fought against the invisible shackles that bounded him on to the power beam.
For hours, he struggled. But his struggle continued. The power beam, once cold, now glowed with heat.
As his body burned with infernal heat, Torphin fell down against the power beam.
But his frenzy still raged inside of him.
Torphin stood up once again. More flashes and screams raged inside of his head.
Torphin grabbed his head, covered in what he hoped was sweat.
"ARGH!"
A terrible laugther filled it. A voice, clearly inhuman but distincitively female, cackled, as if it was mocking his defeat in his struggle.
"NO! I. CAN. NOT. BE. DEFEATED!"
Torphin began to kick the power beam. Miraciously, his feet stayed intact as they collided with the heavy stone. It did not inch.
Suddenly, Torphin saw. The flashes and screams had dissappeared. Instead, his vision was clear. Even more, perfect. As he looked up, he could see how small dust particles floated down in schools from the hole above him.
He could see light.
In some sort of an upsurge, Torphin jumped up.
Remarkably, he did not come back down.
As he looked down, he saw how his feet floated in the air.
Stunned by this, Torphin looked at his feet for several moments before looking back up.
Torphin raised his feet another few inches higher. Once again, his feet remained in mid-air.
Encouraged by this, he began to climb the air, or whatever you could call it.
He noticed how the edges of the hole were made out of exactly the same material as the power beam. He hoped they worked and that they would "attract" him before the power beam would once again start to pull him back.

Made a render of the "perfect dwarf world" some of you guys are thinking about
Render

Wow. That's my new background now.

I like how it menaces with spikes of carp.

"Where is Ludge?" Rocc sarcastically echoed.
"The bastard has run away ofcourse, the treacherous little scoundrel that he is."
Virvipop did not pay attention at Rocc's raving. Instead, she looked around, searching for any clues.
Well, I doubt that he has ran further in to the house, she said while pointing towards the shroud of darkness that loomed further down the corridor.
"You're not actually trying to find him, are you? Do us a pleasure and leave him to rot wherever he is now."
"Us?" Virvipop frowned.
"I mean me, ofcourse. Not that their is anyone else. Ofcourse not. Ha."
Suspiciously, she looked at Rocc.
"Rocc, I'll just assume you just incured a mental post-trauma disorder for now. But I'll be keeping my eyes on you. Understood?"
Rocc stayed silent for a few moments before nodding. She thought she heard him say "a mental what? bloody witch..."
"Alright then-"
Virvipop stuttered in the mid of her sentence.
"What?" Rocc asked. This time, it was he that was suspicious.
From the shroud of darkness, two eyes emerged.

"What?"
Virvipop remained silent, her eyes focused on a point behind him.
"Bloody witch..." Rocc murmered as he turned around.
"Well, what?"
Rocc could see nothing remarkable. Only darkness and the occasional timber door.
"Can't you see it?"
Her voice was filled with unmistakeable fear.
Unsettled, Rocc took a step backwards, away from the darkness, towards the door.
"God, Virvipop. Stop it. You're freaking me out."
Virvipop was still thrembling on her feet. Only faint squeeks passed her lips.
Rocc sighed.
"THATS IT! I'm sick of this! I'm out of here. BYE, SUCCUBUS!"
Determined, Rocc walked towards the door.