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FragmentsI almost broke it…
I almost destroyed it.
Look at me…
I don’t even know what it is.
I’ve staggered here and there,
In this life, looking for something.
Looking for one thing.
One in particular.
Fought and won,
Fought and almost died.
Only so much I can do alone.
Only so much I want to…
Then I found you.
I didn’t see it at first…
I just took your hand.
Then you took my heart…
Now I'm glad you did.
You made me stay,
And when I left,
You made me come back.
That took more strength than I had alone.
Almost slain I came back,
And you forgave me for what I’d done…
But you still d
Chaos Theory Chaos Theory
Because my All's End novel and any subsequent stories and fan-fictions that I write on Mobius and the multiverse system will define chaos energy a certain way it was never fully described and chosen, and they are fan-fictions, so give me some space. This deviation is to describe my thoughts on chaos.
Chaos energy is the fundamental force that allows the existence of chaos emeralds, chaos adepts, super forms and rings within my Mobius continuity. In the raw state, chaos energy is exactly what it says chaos, anarchy, pandemonium. The energy that is chaos draws itself from everything, though the c
One of TwoI’d think of something better,
But words flow like sand.
Coarse and dry between my fingers,
My brain works as if frozen.
My shoulders ache from the burden,
My mind tires from the struggle.
My heart works to keep me alive.
Still I think of you.
I hide from my own shadows,
Light a lamp to keep them at bay.
I fight them,
And still I think of you.
I feel no greater sorrow,
Than when I can’t ease your suffering,
Than when I can’t grant you aid.
So always, I think of you.
Silence is terrifying,
Because I cannot hear you speak.
I shake in fear of loss,
So never stop thinking of you.
This is the gift I can grant,
My words, so u
Debating gotcha arguments Vol I"You're a purist!"
Is that all you got? Really?
"But you WANTED a dark story!"
Ben could tell a dark story in a way that says "Life may be hard but you'll be much happier in the end if you fight back rather than be oppressed." Ian tells a story in such a way that says "Life sucks, there is nothing you can do, so you may as well just throw yourself into a furnace!" That was not the type of dark story we wanted.
"But Ian had plenty of more chances to do what he accuse him of wanting to do! Why would he wait until now?"
Because if my fears are correct and if he's smart about this, he won't make it too obvious.
"But what if you're wrong?"
Star Trek: Sigils and Unions--Flash2371—The Time of the Maquis Uprising—24 hours remaining Volan III The 2305-series Starfleet Type-I hand phaser lay in pieces on the sixteen-year-old human boy’s desk. His dad had managed to hide the old weapon from the Cardassians when they’d beamed down for their first ‘security sweeps,’ but he hadn’t exactly managed to hide it from his own son. Hadn’t even noticed his prized phaser had been gone for three days already. It baffled the boy, as he installed the beam collimator he’d managed to scrounge up, how his father could complain about the Federation as they abandoned their people to
The Descent :: Chapter 1“Easy is the descent to hell, for the door to the underworld lies open both day and night.
But to retrace your steps and return to the air above—that is the task, that is the toil.”
“Death twitches my ear; ‘Live,’ he says. ‘For I am coming.’”
IT BEGAN WITH a tug at his navel, and suddenly he was being thrown up into the air. The icy wind sung in his ears as he sailed, like ephemeral music curling around his thoughts. When he finally reached the pinnacle, he exhaled, watching as his breath clouded and crystallised in the air.
There was an annoying pulse beating at the back of his eyes,
Lovers and LionsLovers and Lions
How do I put this?
You can't have one without the other.
Predator without prey is impossible,
But if there is no predator, there is no prey.
Black and white,
All so very simple.
So easy to understand
I think not.
Predator and prey is a clear distinction,
Putting faces to names,
Titles to ranks,
Definitions to the undefined.
What simple definitions, titles, names.
What do you do when the line blurs?
When thought becomes instinct, as it must do.
Entropy. It's the only constant.
Love is an instinct.
It's not something we can control.
We can conceal it, hide it.
But we can't choose to no
The Anatomy of A MatoranOddly enough, I have come to realize as of late that the admirable Greg Farshtey's idea of the Matoran universe is a bit flawed in the way that only a Lego product can be excused for. To be honest, I think that Lego's concept of a Matoran... well... sucks... which is why I have taken the liberty of explaining how I think one should work.
Now, first of all, just to get it straight, the workings of a Matoran aren't poorly conceived. It's the little things that ruin it for me. Things like their digestive system, their genders and lack of reproduction... that stuff. So with that somewhat settled, let's get on with the lesson...
Green Lantern TAS - AlterationsThe room was dimly lit, as it often was, the only light cast by a small lamp on the nearby desk. Razer often preferred to keep it that way, the door shut to keep out the light from the areas beyond so that he could enjoy a little peace and quiet. His quarters were his hideaway from the brightly lit consoles of the Interceptor's bridge and the chatter of his crew mates. That evening, however, there was a new source of dim illumination within the room.
Razer sat on his bed, his back against the wall. The weight in his lap was a familiar one, the softly glowing blue eyes that looked back into his carrying just a hint of curiosity. It had r
InsecurityI give you this...
A white rose,
The sign of respect,
And hope it is enough.
I shall bequeath to you this...
An azure gem,
The sign of understanding,
And hope it will not be needed.
A gift to you...
A pewter mug,
The sign of companionship,
And I hope you will recognise it.
It is what I do,
Rise or fall,
Death or glory,
Light carries on.
Words may dull,
Pictures may fade,
Ideas last forever,
Within my heart and mind.
And within yours.
A question about IanThis has been on my mind and I'd like everyone's thoughts about it.
As we're all aware, Ian Flynn unfortunately has this disturbing mentality to write the characters HIS WAY, even if goes completely against their authentic personality.
Here's a couple of recent examples.
1. Mina Mongoose viciously attacking Nicole with her music, and then angrily lashing out at Sally when confronted about it.
2. Sonic acting like a heartless jackass(even more than he usually does)
3. Geoffrey's backstory being completely rewritten just to make his whole Ixis wizard thing possible.
4. Sally's contrived roboticization/weaponization.
5. Elias cowering out in 224 just so Naugus would become king.
And these are just the icing on the cake of contrived moments.
So my question I'd like to everyone's thoughts on is, why do you think Ian chooses to intentionally warp the characters to fit his stupid stories rather than play to their strengths?
If I had to take a guess... he's secretly a power hungry fanboy.
Long-overdue RANT (oh mah GAWD. A RANT.)This has been at least two months overdue, so I'm just going to get it out of the way now. Please note that this is only my opinion (albeit my very violent and aggressively put opinion), and I don't have any problem with anyone offering a different point of view. I just need to get this off my chest. To begin bluntly:
FUCK ARCHIE SONIC'S WRITERS. JUST... FUCK THEM.
Those idiots took a comic that was near-flawless in its characters, plot, and background, and attempted to continue writing the series.
What they did instead was bash the series into the ground, tear it into bloody little pieces, and rape the mutilated husk that was left over. Those bastards have ruined everything that was good about the StH comic.
And this is not a recent event. In my opinion, they've been slowly disfiguring and destroying the series since the end of the Xorda story arc.
First, they had Sonic and Sally break up in a violent argument. Not only did they destroy one of the most supported couplings in the Sonic
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