that has something to do with my Secret Santa project. Curious? Too bad. I'm not telling what it was I did.
It is my duty to inform you that DarkTraitor has kidnapped himself and is holding himself ransom. How is this possible? IDK. Ask DarkTraitor.
Oh man, what happened to fall? The days have just been rushing past me, I didn't realize how late it was getting! The year is almost over! I WASTED MY ENTIRE AUTUMN MONTHS DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! ...I say as I'm online in the spam-zone.
How have you been? I've been reading your posts, and I must admit, I'm learning to respect you and what you have to say. You've got a good heart, you really seem to care about people. You know first hand how hard life can be, and you just want to help others get through the same hard times. Yeah, you've got your issues, who doesn't? But you really have the gist of it down. You know where it's at, and aren't afraid to say so. And I respect that. In fact, I think I more than respect that. I think I'm starting to... Boy, this is hard. I think I'm starting to learn to like you. While this started out as a dare, I just want to let you know, I really mean it. Really. I've been thinking this for quite awhile. I just never got up the nerve to do anything about it. This dare, while making me step out of my comfort zone, really just made me finally step up and say what I've wanted to say. Yeah...
She says that she and I had to go destroy an evil power plant and I was totally ninja. She says that there were traps everywhere and I just sort of (Here she pretends to ninja-punch the air. She's got terrible form by the way.) And then she says the traps are destroyed. She says that these guys who worked at the plant were all like, "Oh great, it's those girls again." because apparantly, we've done this before. Yeah, that's pretty wierd...
Happy. That's how I feel as we walk down the street together, side by side. I take a quick glance beside me, his dark features strike me once again as being some of the most handsome things I've ever seen. His hair, dark brown, is long and straight, and hangs down in his face, almost covering his eyes. They're dark, too, almost black, but with a touch of softness in them, as if his heart's too good to let his eyes be so dark. He's tall, and he's wearing a deep red shirt, that completely sets off his bronze skin-tone. But that's not what strikes me most about him. He actually has a good heart, which is a lot more than can be said of most guys I know. He cares about people, he really cares about what you feel and how your life is going. In fact, if he didn't care, I probably never would have known him. We met as kids, both hopeless romantics with overactive imaginations and a love for all things beautiful. And I don't mean romantics in the modern sense of the word, I mean it as it used to mean in all the old L.M. Montgomery novels, meaning we both love a good story. Oh, we spent countless days in the summertimes, making up entire worlds and living in them, going through entire lifetimes of magic and wonder, living the way we wished life was lived. We soared through the clouds with faith, trust, and pixie dust. We battled the supervillians that threatened our world using our amazing powers of fire and earth, and then turned dark ourselves and seized control of that world. We traveled from galaxy to galaxy, exploring, seeing, searching, finding, conquering, running, flying, soaring. In the fall, we would hold meetings of the grand council in the apple tree in my backyard, and in the winter months, we built castles and forts and strongholds out of all the snow. Those were easily the happiest years of my life, I didn't need any other friends, I didn't care that other kids thought I was wierd and avoided me, I was perfectly content knowing that he'd be back tomorrow, ready to take on the next grand adventure I'd have planned for us. [video=youtube;Eo8cI-y5o6o]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo8cI-y5o6o&feature=related[/video] Impatient. That's how I feel as I wait for the days to pass until my next birthday. I always liked him, but I had tried to hide it for a long time. Now we were older, and once he started to take an interest in me, I started letting my own feelings show. Gradually, a little at a time. Our games in the backyard were a thing of the past, we'd have long conversations about anything and everything ranging from the latest issue of Naruto to wether or not Twilight was a good read. (I still disagree with him, by the way.) Every once in a while, we'd lightly touch upon the issue of there being an Us, but I think we both knew that neither of us were ready. This went on for a year before we finally got up the nerve to consider it. We both wanted to take it slowly, make sure this was what we both wanted before taking the first big step. We went on long walks and just... talked. I remember he asked why I liked him. I said I didn't know. He said he got that a lot. I said he was different from anybody else I'd ever met, which was true. He smiled like it was christmas morning and said that he'd always waited for somebody to say that. Then I said that it was mainly his evil laugh, which was a joke. Then he laughed as insanely as he could, which made me laugh too. Before long, we both were laughing, him normally this time. I loved that laugh, too. It was nice and loud, but not obnoxious, and made me feel happy when I heard it. After a summer of days like this, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I had to tell him that I wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend until I was seventeen, and he said he'd wait for me. Now every day, I check the calander, the year of waiting will soon be up, and I can't wait for the phone call I know will come. [video=youtube;K8Wk07R4Vw4]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8Wk07R4Vw4&feature=related[/video] Confused. That's how I feel at the football party, two months before my birthday, as I watch him with his girlfriend. I try to ignore them, I try to keep my mind busy with other things. But no matter what I do, they're behind me, and the silence I hear makes me afraid to turn around and see what they're doing. But still, I can guess. They've been kissing the whole time, why should they stop now? The worst of it is, I still was too naive to realize that he'd forgotten me. In my simple child-like mind, I thought he was using her until I was available. Which still hurt, but it was better than being forgotten. In fact, I thought that being forgotten was so out of the question that it didn't even cross my mind. Oh, I don't think he did it on purpose. He's too good of a guy for that. But a year is a very long time to wait, especially for a teenage boy, and I'm not surprised that he fell for her. I guess I should have known that from the start, but I thought we were perfect for eachother, and having grown up reading old-fashioned romance novels, I thought we'd end up together in the end, just like Anne and Gilbert, Emily and Teddy, all the people I had read about. Of course, if Gilbert Blythe had had the nerve to bring his girlfriend to Anne's party and then spent the whole time kissing in front of her, the story might have had a different ending. But I was still young, and didn't understand the things of this world, and so I waited with baited breath for my birthday, when he would inevitably break up with the girl and call me up. Looking back, it's a blessing he never did. [video=youtube;cLRLNUAEbPU]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLRLNUAEbPU&feature=related[/video] Hurt. That's how I felt when he didn't call on my birthday. Or the day after. Or anytime within the next several months. I waited every day, phone in my pocket, but it never rang. Ever. He still was the only friend I had, if he didn't call, my phone was just a useless bit of technology. Oh, he broke up with the girl all right, a week before I turned seventeen. But he had forgotten me, and I had to face it straight on. Of course, no one in my family knew my pain. For all they knew, we had never got past the childhood crush stage. They never knew about his promise, they never knew I loved him. And yes, I did. As it says in the very last chapter of A Time For Tenderness, grown-ups should never make light of first love. I loved him deeply, and I will never be able to get that part of me back. Somewhere, deep inside me, I will always love him, even when I move on, even when I'm not in love with him, I will always remember him with love. But right now, I feel hurt. As the months went by, my hurt grew deeper as I started to catch the way he acted around my sister. The same way he used to act around me. He treated her with a tenderness and respect that made me remember the days when it was him and me, which made the sting even deeper than when I had simply been forgotten. Finally, I asked him plain out and out if he liked her. He said yes. He asked me if I still liked him. I said no. I said that while I had liked him in the past, that was all over and done with, and now I thought of him like a brother and a friend. I lied. There was no way I could face him, knowing that he liked my sister, and tell him how I felt. I knew him well enough to know what he would have done. He never intended to hurt me, he cared for me like a sister. If I had told him how I felt, he would have been miserable with the knowledge of what he had done to me. He would have hated himself for it, and I could never have let that happen. Yes, he made a lot of mistakes, yes, he hurt me, but nobody's perfect, and really, I had been too trusting. So he asked my sister to be his girlfriend. She said no. He never came back. [video=youtube;HowLEGBgxx0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HowLEGBgxx0&feature=related[/video] Dead. That's how I feel every moment of every day. I walk through life just the same as I always did, nobody can see through this mask of contentment and pleasentries. I joke, I laugh, I do everything I'm supposed to, but there's no meaning in anything anymore. As long as I had him, I was content, but now that he's gone, I realize just how alone I really am. Not one single friend to help ease this burden I feel. I don't mind the betrayal so much anymore, like I said, I still love him, but I'm over it now. The real problem now is I'm alone. Completely, utterly alone. I spend all day on a stage, people see the character I portray, and at night I take off my mask and lie awake, staring up at the stars through my bedroom window. I would do anything to be a little girl again, then I could simply close my eyes and fly off into the night sky, first star on the right and straight on till morning. But even Peter Pan grew up eventually, and forgot the secret key to his Neverland paradise, and I seem to have lost mine. Now when I close my eyes I just see darkness, and I don't like it. So I lie awake at night and smile through my teeth all day. This is a pathetic excuse for life. [video=youtube;diaHnF-zfEg]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diaHnF-zfEg[/video] Lost. Somewhere amid the acting, I lost myself behind the mask. I don't even remember who I used to be. My personality, humor, characteristics and mannerisms all reflect on whatever character I'm currently playing. In the past several months, I've been everyone ranging from Benjamin Franklin Gates in National Treasure to Murdock in the A-Team to Neku in The World Ends With You. Every few weeks I change my look, I've been punk rock, I've been goth, I've been hipster, I've been preppy, I've been a slob, the only thing I haven't been is me. And now, I've let something dark come into my life. I catch myself talking to a sort of alternate personality, a manifestation of my super-powered childhood imaginary self, that I used to defend my imaginary world and then later used to take over it. She returned as a second personality, and I fight with her constantly in my head. I don't like her, she's a lot darker now then she used to be. She's mean to me, and tells me things that aren't true, that can't be true. She says that He left me because I wasn't good enough. She tells me that no one will be my friend because I'm not good enough. She tells me that maybe if I were better, people would like me more, and she tells me that I need to be more like this character or that character, so I change again, to make people like me. No one does, and before long, she tells me that I just can't be good enough. I tell her she's lying, I say that I can be good enough, but she laughs at me. She says that I'm pathetic, and it's true. She says that I'm worthless, and it's true. She says again that it's my fault I'm not liked, she says that if I were good enough, people would like me more, and it's true. I'm pathetic. I'm worthless. I'm not good enough. I'm alone. [video=youtube;8vmMHihFWjk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vmMHihFWjk&feature=related[/video] She makes me do things I ordinarily wouldn't do. I'm yelling at my mom, I'm fighting with my sister. I'm saying spiteful things to people I care about, words that I know will cut them deep, and then I add insult to injury and twist their words around and make them out to be the bad guy, all the while maintaining that I did nothing wrong. I take sharp things and play with them, drawing pictures on my legs where no one will see them, writing words like "Friendless" and "Alone" in the stinging red ink. My head hurts constantly and not a minute goes by without a command from Her to do this thing or that thing. I am her puppet, and she is my master. I must obey. Whenever I try to resist, She bombards me with words, those dreaded words and labels assigned to me, worthless, friendless, alone, inadaquete, ignorant, ugly, undesirable. Soon I'm back under her control. My mom can't stand me. My little sister hates me. Is this going to be my life? Forever plagued by this demon of insecurities? I can't live like this forever, if I can't get free soon, I'm going to break. Oh no, please no, get away, go away, I hate you! Please! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!! ~<>~0~<>~{SH}~<>~0~<>~ ...Hello, worthless. Miss me? [video=youtube;pZ8b4YQ-J84]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ8b4YQ-J84&feature=related[/video]
we should start calling the staff "The Almighty Tallest."
Dad's using my old lightsaber. :) He's succumbed to the dark side.:star-wars-smiley-02
Everyone else has gone to bed it's like, in the middle of the night. I have half a cup of Dutch Bros. coffee left and tomorrow I can sleep in as long as I want. I think I might stay up really late and work on a bunch of stories I've been meaning to write. What'cha think, KHV? Sound good?
The heart is a fickle thing. Of course, being KH fans, we all know this, but sometimes, there's just no stopping certain feelings from showing up. I tried to get you out of my head, I tried to ignore this strange weakness I feel whenever you're online, but it's too strong. AndrewTemari101, you are a pretty cool guy. I don't know what it is about you, but really, you've got it! I can't say out and out that this is love, but it's definitely something. So yeah...
Due to being extremely busy, I have to log off until tomorrow night, at least like, 28 hours. So I'll see you all then. Good luck with the spamzone!
possibly getting into the whole Dr. Who thingy. A couple of my sister's friends like it, and we've liked the same stuff in the past, like KH. So whatcha think? Should I give it a go?
[video=youtube;1r19HvybIzI]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1r19HvybIzI[/video] I think Davy was having a little too much fun with those wind chimes.
And now my fingers are all wrinkled. Yeah...
I was playing Sonic Riders Zero Gravity, and I was doing the whole grand prix thing, and I was leaning forward in my chair, and I was coming up on the finish line, and suddenly, my chair fell forward with me in it and I was on the ground, bending my neck as far back as I could so I could see the TV screen, and my dad and my sister ran forward and picked up the chair (with me still in it), and they said "Are you alright?" And I said "I GOT FIRST PLACE! YEEEEESSSSS!!!!" Ah, memories...
I have named it: Thread Obvious. But as you can see, I obviously did not name it Thread Obvious, I obviously named it This is a Thread. So obviously, I am wrong about the name of the thread. But if it's being named Thread Obvious is obviously wrong, then it is obvious that this thread is not thread obvious. Obviously...
so that I could post it in my thread about food. But then I found this pic... This is sort of what I imagined What? to look like. I don't know why, but it is.
Pretty much, it's a thread... about food. Go.
And I was out in it for awhile. Now my fingers are cold and my shoes are wet. I'm gonna put on some warm fuzzy slippers and make myself a cup of hot cocoa, and then I'm gonna put my christmas playlist on through my headphones. Watcha think, KHV? sound good?
Real thread here: http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?117833-Kingdom-Hearts-Quiet-s-End Kingdom Hearts: Quiet's End It's been ten years since Sora defeated Xehanort and restored light to the worlds, and peace has reigned for those ten years. Sora and Kairi settled down and are now raising a family, their daughter Mitsuko and their son Hitomu, twins, are now five. Riku spent the last ten years training with Master Yen Sid, and now this hero of darkness is returning home for some long-awaited peace. King Mickey lives happily in Disney town with Donald and Goofy by his side, reigning with kindness and strength. All over the worlds, light and peace reign over darkness. All is as it should be. But now a new threat is rising: A New Order is forming, and the worlds are again growing dark. It won't be long before the Keyblade will again become restless, longing to right these wrongs. A new Order, a new Darkness, a new Enemy, the threat grows stronger with each passing day. The Time of Awakening is not far off. A young girl walked slowly down the path, head bent in the moonlight, an aura of darkness surrounding her. All was quiet; her feet barely touching the ground. A gentle breeze blew through the land, and as the wind brushed across her face, she stopped and exhaled sharply, a faint blush coming into her cheeks. tilting her head, she saw she had come to a fork in the road, the path split four ways. She looked to each path, and made her decision. Turning to her left, she turned her back on the morning light and walked towards the darkening sky. The Time of Awakening grows closer. As the tall young man disappeared from veiw, the old Master turned from his window. Breathing deeply, he made his way to the bookcase and reached up, removing an age-old heavy leather-bound volume from the highest shelf. He took it with him to his desk, and opening the book, he turned the fragile pages slowly, careful not to let a single one tear, until he got to the one he had been searching for. The faded writing was difficult to read, almost completely invisible. The old Master leaned over the thousand year-old book, and read the long forgotten words aloud. "I fear for what may become of us, I fear for the safety of the world. The sky grows dark, a storm is coming. I cannot foresee what will happen if He is not stopped. He has been dabbling in matters better left untouched; and the outcome could be disasterous, yet I am unable to do anything but sit idly by and watch as he destroys everything our predeccessors worked so hard to build. No, I cannot let such a thing happen! He must be stopped, and if I be the only one willing to do what it takes to protect those I love, then so be it! He has already hurt me, he has already broken my heart, I shall use the pieces he left me to destroy the darkness in him, once and for all!" The old Master stood, and still carrying the book, returned to the window, where he looked to the sky. His eyes widened as a star began to flicker. Darkness could not be stopped by one alone, Darkness could only be delayed, and the time was drawing near when darkness, having been delayed for ten years, would again ravage the worlds. Master Yen Sid sighed deeply. "The Time of Awakening is come upon us." Rules: 1: No godmodding or powerplay allowed, although I might for plot purposes. 2: PLEASE use correct spelling, grammer, and punctuation. If you can't write a sentence correctly, this RP is not for you, and I will politely insist that you leave the RP. 3: Keep romance at a PG level, don't say or do anything that you wouldn't see in a KH game. 4: You may only have three characters at a time. If you have three characters, and wish to introduce a new one, you must get rid of one of your pre-existing characters. 5: No cussing, swearing, or other foul language allowed. Keep it clean, guys. 6: Original Characters only. You may not be a character from one of the games. I will control Sora, Kairi, Riku, Mickey, Donald, Goofy, pretty much, any character from the series. 7: If you enter this RP, you are commiting to this RP, please do not go days at a time without posting. I realize some of you have lives to live, but I think you should be able to post at least once a day. Don't join if you won't be able to commit. If you do join, and know you will be unable to post for a certain amount of time, say, you're going on vacation, please let me know ahead of time so I know why your character appears frozen. Also, if you know you're going to be gone for some time, try to get your character out of any interactions he/she may be in, so the member your character was interacting with isn't left hanging. I reserve the right to edit or add to these rules as I see fit, and I reserve the right to refuse entry to anyone for any reason. Character Entry Forms: Username: Character Name: Age: Gender: Appearence: Weapon/s: Faction: (Dark or Light?) Bio: Other: (Anything else about your character you think we should know) Example: My OC: Username: Marushi Character Name: Kira Age: Unknown Gender: Female Appearence: Spoiler Weapon/s: A dark Keyblade with formidible strength and power, good aerial combos. Faction: Dark Bio: Not much is known about this wielder of Darkness, she turned her back on all she knew to embrace the darkness, and soon became completely overcome with it. Darkness is all she knows, she has come to depend upon it, and it has possesed her to the point where she doesn't always have control of herself. And she likes it that way. She spends every moment of her life trying to gain more darkness, and when she is not in control, she tries to spread the Darkness to those around her. She is looking for likeminded others to do her bidding and help her achieve this goal, and is calling this new organization the Shadow's Order. Other: She knows everything about Xehanort's attempts to achieve ultimate darkness, and has learned from his mistakes. She will have a different strategy completely, so don't expect the same tricks. Accepted OC's: Username: Smurfasaurus Name: Steven Attrosickle Age: 14 Appearance: Black messy scruffy hair that falls down just above his eyes, very pale skin, green eyes, alot of his teeth are sharp (almost like fangs). 5"4 in height, a skinny build. Wears a black shirt and blue pants and has fingerless gloves on his hands. Gender: Male Faction: Light Weapon: Wears fingerless gloves and fights unarmed. Personality: Can be cruel at times, enjoys taunting his opponents, stands up for what he thinks is right. Bio: Steven was an orphan. His parents died in a car crash and as such grew up without any support from family. As a young child he was exposed to darkness, almost being corrupted by it and often getting into fights. He fought against it, and the darkness, for the most part, lost its hold on him. However, he did not rid himself of it compeltely. A slight urge remained, taking the form of a voice inside his head, always coaxing him to do the evil things, and give in. There was rarely a day he didn't fight. As such, he is an expert at hand to hand combat, though he has been known to use surrounding objects to his advantage. He believes the dark to be evil, and though he likes the idea of supreme power, he opposes it. He will attempt to do anything he can in order to kill all the darkness and all who stand for it. Other: Occasionally gets consumed by the darkness within, losing the ability to do the "right" thing for a short amount of time. Username: Rienzel Character name: Beucefilous Age: 22 Gender: Male Appearance: http://www.animecrazy.net/forums/mem...0358-dante.jpg Weapon: A multi purpose/form weapon known as demithor. It changes into a wide variety of weapons including a sword, a gun, a bow, a hammer, gauntlets, a scythe, and a keyblade. as well as a few others not listed. in extreme situations, he can use up to three forms at once. when not in use, it takes the form of a ring. Faction: Dark Bio: He resides in the dark simply because the light doesn't suit him. He found kira and decided to join her order, though he isn't particularly loyal, but isn't disloyal enough to betray her. He is rather layed back and not serious. During combat, he keeps his foes on the defensive by attacking relentlessly. His moves appear erratic and are hard to read because he shifts weapons and fighting styles. Not much is known about his past. Other: Demithor is one of a kind. Username: Master of Keyblades Character Name: Shane Age: 15 Gender: Male Appearence: Spoiler http://images.wikia.com/dgrayman/ima...6t3476t3r4.jpg Weapon/s: Spoiler Dark Memory Faction: (Dark or Light?) Light Bio: Eversince he decided to leave his home to see the other worlds, Shane has never looked back on that choice. Being one who would at most times work alone than with others, he would other just wander from one place to the next. Nobody know for sure why he does this, but some say it has something to do with his keyblade. Other: He hates to talk about his past. Username: . : tale_wind Character Name: Sarai Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Slightly tanned skin, brown eyes and short brown hair. To her chagrin, she's rather short--roughly 5'4". She likes dramatic billowy clothes, so she totes an overlarge jacket to billow dramatically in the wind (when she's not cold/too warm, she'll tie it around her waist); she's been known to use up Aero magic for the sole purpose of making her look cool. She wears a pair of baggy cargo pants as well (secured to her waist by--what else?--no more than three belts. This is KH, after all, and she just likes to look cool). Weapon/s: Kīburēdo! Specifically, she currently wields Twilight Blaze. Faction: Light Bio: Sarai is a tomboy with a flair for the dramatic and "cool." As she felt at a young age that her life was "too boring," she decided that she would make life interesting. And then the Keyblade came along, and she took her theatrics with her to the worlds, exploring and adventuring at her leisure. As she's had no formal training with the Keyblade, her technique is rough and lacking in various departments. Unfortunately, she's a bit reckless and tends to do things without thinking. She's a nice person and all, just...a bit lacking in the common sense department. Other: Her favorite color is red. She prefers the city to the country.
