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| [snippity thing] An Arrow Which Will Split The Heavens Apart |
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Posted by: Jorlem - 09-30-2010, 07:50 AM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction
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A somewhat random snippet that I thought of. Most of it just flowed, but I had trouble with the last bit, and I don't think it came out that well, so help would be appreciated. Also, the line in parenthesis is one I'm not sure if I want to keep, or change, or completely remove, so again, help will be welcomed.
Quote:The Fifth Holy Grail War was over. At the foot of The Throne of Heroes, where
the Counter-Guardians stood ready, a man in red waited, hoping that he would
one day receive another chance. On the
planet known as Earth, a young man vowed to never walk the path whose end he
had glimpsed.
(And that was all it took.)
The Akashic Records, at the heart of the Root of the World, changed. There now existed a being, a Hero, whose
existence was impossible. But he did
exist. His existence was a proven fact,
the times he had been sent forth to cauterize Gaia’s wounds had occurred. Yet he could not exist. Yet he did.
Yet he did not.
The Throne of Heroes convulsed. A man in red smiled.
That which existed, which must exist, could not. The Root of the World shuddered, and all of
reality along with it.
An endless, timeless eternity, drifting. No true awareness, or perception. Just a vague sense of fulfillment, and of
peace. Nothing more. A timeless eternity, drifting through a
golden sea.
An endless, timeless eternity, drifting. A current in the golden everything. A being of Power, stirring the all
encompassing gold as it passed. Echoes
of hate, of loneliness, of rage, of despair.
A flash of brilliant light and of looming darkness, the Idea of an
arrow, and the Power vanishes. The gold
rushes in to fill the sudden void, and time returns.
“Are you all right?” asked a girl’s voice, accompanied by
what felt like the beginnings of a healing spell.
EMIYA opened his eyes.
Straight ahead lay a clear blue sky. To his left, a man wearing a dark
blue breastplate, with his hand on the hilt of his sword. Towards his feet, a girl, kneeling at his
side, her hands glowing with healing magic, dressed in white, with three blue talismans, with
pentagrams sealed inside, one placed on each of her wrists and just below her
collar. To his right, another man with a
hand on the hilt of his sword, whose skin appeared to be stone, and was wearing
tan robes with no armor. When he moved
his head slightly, and looked at his
relative up, there was a young woman standing a short distance away, a fireball
floating above her right hand. She was
wearing four blood red talismans that were almost glowing with prana, three in
the same places as the girl in white, the fourth on her belt.
“Alright. I am sick
and tired of this. Answers. Now,” said the fireball wielding sorceress.
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Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea.
"Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.
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| The Tea Party - Facts, Thoughts, and Vitriol |
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Posted by: Black Aeronaut - 09-30-2010, 07:32 AM - Forum: Politics and Other Fun
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Okay. So, the basic gist of the Tea Party is that they are an anti-establishment organization bent on extreme reformation of the government.
Are these people really the voice of America, or are they the mouthpieces of a mere handful who are pouring gasoline on a hornet's nest? I mean, the refer to themselves as anti-establishment, which to me reads as 'anarchistic'. Do they even really believe in the Bill of Rights or the Constitution, or do they feel that those should be struck from the history pages and rewritten to suit their aims?
Particularly troubling for me is how some of my shipmates here seem to resonate with, what I feel is, some of their more ridiculous calls. One in particular has taken on a mindset of economic darwinism that is simply insidious - he doesn't care that only the richest people in America made money off of the recession and that everyone was fooled into thinking that the housing lending boom was a good deal, even if that was a con in and of itself.
The calls against things like Obama's Health Care Reform, doing away with Social Security, maintaining Bush's tax cuts... It makes me wonder if these people are really thinking out what they are talking about.
In essence, they simply trouble me, far more than the Republican ultra-rightist movement because then it would just be a case of politicians doing what they do. But here it's the people in general and I am worried that they are really going to try and tear the Nation apart.
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| Public Access Anime... Now on Justin.tv |
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Posted by: ZeonicFreak - 09-30-2010, 04:57 AM - Forum: General Chatter
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Do you like anime? Do you like anime in VHS format? This this is the channel for you.
Ive been doing this the past couple of weeks, so im just trying to find anyone who might be interested in it. The idea is simple, i have anime on vhs, and i wanna show them on the internet. I think in the future i can do dvds and what not, but that will come at a later time. I also do video games every now and then that i wanna show off.
But here is the link: CLICK HERE
My showings are at sundays at around 9pm EST. So... come check it out! Hope to see you soon.Public Access Anime : My Justin.tv channel.
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| A Schoolgirl's Tale |
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Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 09-29-2010, 08:48 PM - Forum: The Legendary
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Oi! If it wasn't fer you Yanks and yer stupid laws... Me name? Me name's Polly, Polly McCracken. And yeah, I'm short! I'm twelve fookin' years old, ya bloody stupid berk! It don' help that I'm the smallest girl in me public school, neither. At least I started developin' last year and got me some proper baps.
'Ere now, gimme a fag. I ain't had a smoke in fookin' ages.
Thanks. Ah, yeah, that's the thing.
So like I was sayin'... Yer bloody Yank laws on what makes fer a super are fookin' mental. I was on hols in Paragon City -- yeah, by meself, ya wanna make somethin' of it? -- and I gets jumped by a crowd o' wankers in skull masks. On a street corner on practically the High Street, in broad daylight yet! And they're like, "let's have yer ready, girlie, we wants yer lunch money." And I'm saying, "You lot are fookin' stupid if yer tryin' to rough up a St. Trinian's girl."
An' they just gets mad and tries to grab me goodies, but hell, the sixth formers are better at snaggin' stuff off younger girls than this lot is, so I just dodge'em and pull out me field 'ockey stick and go to town, showin' 'em who not to mess with, ya know? It was brill, they went flyin' every which way. I even put one through a plate glass window which was fookin' cool if I do say so meself.
Next thing I know these Canadian-lookin' wankers with big guns are all around me and like, "Yer under arrest, girlie, fer yer bein' an unlicensed vigilante wi' super powers." An' I'm like, "Vigilante, 'ell -- I'm fightin' t' keep me ready in me pocket where it belongs. An' what bloody super powers? I'm a schoolgirl with a 'ockey stick!" And the one with the biggest gun says, "Yeah, an' I'm the Queen Mum. Come quietly like, or else."
Now that's like the one thing ya never says to a St. Trinian's girl, so I just had to give 'em what for. But there was more o' them than there was o' me, and they dragged me down, dammit. They have me in the dock right fast after that, and the judge just looks at me like a cow what's been hit between the eyes wit' a sledgehammer (you lot ever try that? Loads of fun) and says, "Well now, this is somethin' the law didn't anticipate none, we don't have no special accommodation fer 12-year-olds what have super powers and break the law."
An' I yell at him from the dock, "I ain't got no fookin' super powers, ya stupid git, I'm a field 'ockey player from St. Trinian's in the bloody U.K." An' the judge gets all pale just like the ones back home do, an' he says, all serious-like, "Until we gets this puzzle figgered out, we must protect both the public an' this young lady. Put'er in the Zig, minimum security with a matron from Child Welfare, until a determination is made."
Now I don' know what a "Zig" is, but it sounds like a bloody gaol, so I raise a right fuss about getting me barrister fired (and did I mention they gave me one? Bloody useless 'e was, too) and I fight back when they try t' take me away. I took down six bailiffs, I did, even without me stick, before one o' the wankers cheats and zaps me with one o' them shocky flashlighty things you sees on the telly.
I don' wake up 'til hours later, and bloody hell, I am in a gaol. I'm fookin' twelve years old, you don't put a fookin' twelve-year-old in a fookin' gaol! An' the matron, she weren't no bloody use for anythin' 'cept tellin' me to pipe down an' be patient.
I got me one phone call -- I seen that on the telly, I did, and I yelled right loud until they gave it to me -- an' used it to call the school and tell the Headmistress what's up wi' me hols. Miss Fritton tol' me she'll be sendin' her barrister -- th' one what gets the school an' us girls outta all kinda scrapes -- over on the next plane an' to just sit tight. So I goes back to me "room" an' sits tight.
And what d'ye think happens next? Middle of the night, these bloody fookin' wankers in black armor come breakin' down me door an' tell me I'm some kind o' bloody chosen one. Well, I tell'em where they can shove that "chosen one" shite, but they ain't takin' "no" for an answer, and bloody hell, I get hit with another o' those flashlighty shocky things.
An' again I wakes up somewhere strange I don' want t' bloody be -- some buildin' made outta iron from the looks o' it. An' I'm barely back on me feet when a couple o' bully boys in that black armor come by an' tell me I got t' talk to someone named Glinda or somethin' like that. Well, I gots me 'ockey stick back, but they're bein' 'alfway polite about it (even if they do 'ave guns and whatnot), so I figured, can't hurt, and follow them out an' about an' up some metal stairs.
This puts me on top o' the big iron buildin'. It's warm out, warmer 'en Paragon City was, and I wonders where the bloody 'ell I am now. So I takes a moment to look about. One side is ocean, but the rest, well, the place is right in the middle o' a neighborhood what looks like fookin' Liverpool on a bad day.
Anyway, me boys in black lead me across the roof to some bint in red with a trash can on her head, standin' on a steel pedestal thing. This, turns out, is Glinda. The boys march off, and I blow kisses after'em just for kicks, then Glinda gets all shirty with me. She tells me I'm in the fookin' Rogue Isles now, workin' for some bunch o' wankers what calls themselves "Arachnos", an' to prove meself worthy o' bein' "rescued" by the bunch o' gits, I have to go kill me some snakes.
Well, I don' bloody work for no one that I don' choose to, and I tells Glinda the Red this. Then I says, "I'm headin' back to bloody England because no one asked me if I wanted to be killin' snakes when I coulda been smokin' fags and playin' hockey." An' I turn around an' walk off.
Then, bloody hell! Some wanker shoots me in th' back with one o' them shocky things again!
So's when I wakes up again, I'm still in Iron House, only now a couple o' the bully boys is holdin' me down while some berk in grey with a fishbowl on 'is head lays down the law. Long and short, 'ceptin' for short runs to Paragon to fook things up there -- an' them only with a fookin' babysitter from bloody Arachnos to make sure I don't scarper -- I'm stuck here. An' if I wants food to eat regular-like and a place to sleep what ain't got no holes in the fookin' roof, I gotta play by their rules.
By order of his Uglitude, Lord High Muckety-Muck Recluse, what rules all these here islands an' anythin' else 'e imagines 'e does.
An' after Fishbowl and 'is muscle leave, it's pretty obvious to me -- th' only thing keepin' me from gettin' back to dear old St. Trinian's is this Recluse wanker an' his circus o' spider freaks. So I comes up with a plan, I do.
I'm just gonna have to work me way across these fookin' islands to his headquarters, find the bloody git, an' beat him senseless. I can do it, too. 'Cause one thing every Englishman knows is the smaller a St. Trinian's girl is, the more dangerous she is. An' I'm the smallest o' them all.
This is goin' t' be bloody marvelous.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
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| Scott Pilgrim on Sale |
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Posted by: Jorlem - 09-29-2010, 08:16 PM - Forum: General Chatter
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For everyone who is interested, the Scott Pilgrim graphic novels are currently on sale at amazon for between around $3.50 to $5 each. Here's a link:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/...32664084/ref=oss_product
I had a much better post for this, but yuku ate it, so yeah.
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Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea.
"Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.
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| Not Dead, Just resting |
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Posted by: Foxboy - 09-29-2010, 06:14 AM - Forum: The Legendary
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I've been absent lately, mainly because I'm *trying* to work on some Fenspace stuff, and letting my enthusiasm for the game recharge.
I'll be back, though. Dunno when, but I will.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
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| Why Funimation why!? |
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Posted by: Epsilon - 09-28-2010, 12:16 PM - Forum: General Chatter
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Why do you have to make the entirety of season 1 and 2 of Birdy Decode available for free online except episode 2? AUGH!
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Epsilon
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