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'Cause. It's like going to a new school-it's a chance to reinvent yourself. c:

Mmmhmmm. Anyway. I'm such a newb here, it's great.

Isn't it? I love Chevalier.

It's Crona from Soul Eater. <3 My favorite character in the WORLD. Er, one of the ones tied for favorite.

Look at my new signature and icon! Chevalier made them for me! <3333

/Pounce! MAKAAAAA

Haha!
I understand the feeling!
I posted a prologue up here and I wasn't expecting to get a reply. It made me happy when I did.
Anytime! Post more, please~!

Chevalier made it. /shameless endorsement of his skillz

I'm a fan of poetry, myself.
C:
I write quite a lot of it, and I think that this is an excellent sample.
Interesting use of repetition, and although the syntax is a little choppy and some of the phrasing can be a little bit better (things that aren't real major, it's still awesome), I still really like the poem.

Bowser's final theme. C:

KH I : Not realizing that you could change your keyblade's form until after I'd completed the game.
FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU

Sam Corinx​

Sam looked over at Saya as she spoke, raising an eyebrow and snorting. “Ha. Yeah right, not even.” He murmured quietly, closing his eyes. It was something that managed to offput him about Saya. She seemed so nice and kind all the time, yet there was a trace, something nearly indistinguishable that was just…He didn’t know how to describe it. He put it out of his mind for the moment as he lay in the chair, not saying anything. He wasn’t sure what to say, exactly, but he knew that it was fine with Saya to just sit there in silence, enjoying each other’s company even if they didn’t talk.
Sam sat up, opening his lips to say something when, instead, a surprised grunt came from his vocal cords. A peal of lightning had startled the boy and he forgot the statement he was about to utter as a white crack illuminated the blackening, stormy skies. “Oh, my God…When did this happen, it came on so fast!” He exclaimed, standing up from the chair only to take a defensive step backwards as another bolt of lightning leapt across the sky. “Saya, come see!” He called, waving her over. As if to assist in the storm’s intimidation of the town, Sam moved the lace curtains to the side so the storm could be witnessed in its entirety by the pair.
Sure, Sam had seen his share of storms in the town. His house had been flooded numerous times, their garden had been swept away, and he even knew people that died when they fell into the storm drains. Still, those storms paled in comparison to what was happening outside. With a gust of wind that was audible even indoors caused a new sheet of rain to begin falling. Sam stared down incredulously as raindrops the size of peanuts began to appear seemingly from nowhere, the dark, oppressive clouds looming larger and larger as the time ticked by. It made the male begin to feel sort of nervous as the rain made splashes, visible even from feet away on the flooding pavement, the roof creaking and the walls doing the same at the vicious wind. He knew that he shouldn’t be nervous, they had storm drains, they had levies, and they had all these defense mechanisms to make sure that nothing went wrong. Hell, they even had an alarm that went off when stuff got bad, sending a signal throughout the city to override all radio and television stations to broadcast a warning to get to safety, either a bunker or a helicopter to evacuate the city until the flooding was done. With a little shift that displayed is nervousness, the boy stood back so that Saya could inspect the angry Mother Nature for herself.
Meanwhile, around the edges of the town, the large levies that were protecting the town from certain doom were beginning to make sounds of strain and turmoil. The water and debris from the wasteland surrounding was beginning to pile up. The large, central alarm system began to flash red, though it ended when a white bolt of lightning crashed straight into it, as if God himself was ordaining the entire thing to happen. The time had come for the unfolding, the unraveling of the lifestyle of all in the town. Because the alarm system wouldn’t go off-it was now no more than a smoldering rod of metal and glass-, the levies could crack and burst and the city could flood beyond its capacity, yet those inside would never know the difference because no alarm would ever blare, no radio broadcast would ever be sent out. The inhabitants of the town would die in nothing but the sound of their own screams. The levies began to crack, no one taking notice, as waterfalls of blackish brown water, tainted with the grime and oil from outside began to gush into the town, flooding first the rural exterior. The things steadily began to break more and more, allowing for the misconception that the little puddle of water that was growing in the town was the main extent of the flood. No, when the levies burst, a tidal wave of epic proportions was going to be born.

Quite good for what's been put up already.
I enjoy it.
I'm sure the nonexistent website allthedeadkids.com got some visits.
I was one of them.

I don't see harm in telling children whimsical tales like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy.
They're about as close to a lie as when a parent reads a fairy tale to a child.
The child will eventually outgrow it, of course, but it's just cruel to thrust a child into the harshness of the world immediately.
Why shouldn't there be a Santa? A tooth fairy? ^^

Whoooo.
I simply loved Final Fantasy XIII.
Loved it, loved it, loved it.
The ending made me sad but it was poetic and beautiful; I would be satisfied with that being the complete end of that storyline.
If they do make a sequel, I'll play it(albeit cautiously), but I have a bad feeling that with the kind of plotline FFXIII has, it'd be hard to match it in a sequel.
If such a game is created, it's most likely going to ruin the first.

Interesting, though the syntax of your sentences often sounds awkward and you could use some grammatical revision throughout.
The diction employed through the passage would convey your meaning better if it was a tad more sophisticated, in my opinion.

D:
I played six times through and never got Final Form.

I agree, Killjoy.
Off topic, but another thing that really angers me about America is the useless complaining.
The biodegradable Sun Chip bags that they were making (I was cheering 'Yay! America did something right!) are off the market now because people complained that they were too loud. :/