I was TRYING to post this as a new thread on Cobalt and Calcium, but since i can't, I don't want a night's worth of work to go to waste, I didn't gather much and you may not understand it, but here it is:

 One:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYHFdAV6TTQ&feature=related

So it's kind of old and almost everybody has given up on them, but I'd like to see if we can find anything else out from these random videos Claudio was coming out with in August/November. Here's what I got basicallly:

Here are all the strange series of text in each of the videos (in order):
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////:::--::¥*
////:::--+))••
////:::--^_]]#
////:::--::X}}_
////:::----ll[
////:::--\)(/=
////:::--((•-•))
////:::--[=+=]•
////:::--•((o))•
////:::_))1l:[+)O(+]:l--

Next, in the video 'Five', the sound that is being played is a 200x slowed down version (possibly the original) of the opening to The Willing Well II: Fear Through The Eyes of Madness.

In the video, 'Two', the camera look out the window to see the gas masked man (possibly Epperd at this point) look up and then down. In the video 'Eleven', at the beginning, we see possibly the same scene, but from the masked man's point of view.

The video 'Two' also contains the tune from 'One' as the first layer in a new tune.

Omg! Omfreakin'G!

After 3 years away, I'm finally back to the slopes!!!!
*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Sad Guilt Tired Night

I'll be no good,
This time defines.
I'll put my torture on the grip of this knife.
These dirty hands just won't come clean.
I'm a murderer,
The worst these worlds will see.
-In the Flame of Error

My grandma moved out today, she went to Whyoming. She left because everyone else here hated her. We had our problems but we solved them a few years ago, we got along really well and I miss her. I feel guilty for her leaving. I tried to get the others to try a bit harder at being more forgiving and understanding, but I didn't try very hard, it was weak. My mom got mad at me for doing so, but I shouldn't have been afraid of it. She's gone, I'm here to deal. . .
Does anyone read this anymore? I want to talk.

This is the bleak,
the running crying freak.
Forlong'd tOkens of broken ambition.
In the willing well for those who die wishin'.
So brush up this time for the lost and the vain.
Create, in the image of his fallen state.

Hail to the breakers,
Clawing their binds alone.
Hail to the makers,
Weaving words from song.

With the do-do's and da-da's,
A new world emerges.
From a broken cusp,
Rises actions and urges.
Selling your face on the wall,
Proving the loss and the fall.

Hail to the Wise Dead,
Havign played right their part.
Hail to Fool's Head,
Having wished with their heart.

Joking rhymers scheme and smirk.
Fighting thrivers are put hard to work.

In this dark'ning age,
Full of truth and rage,
Searching night and day,
For the wronger way.
With this heart of death,
They will see no breath.
And may summon us,
For their dying trust.

I'm in falling, fly.

Pangs of loneliness

Pain is a lie. I just gotta keep reminding myself I'm happier this way. Gotta keep convincing myself.

I'm merely asking you to help me

When did I say to murder me?!

I was about to say I don't know any smart men, like in person.

Then i realized I don't know any smart women, so, there's that.

Feliz seria que hora