Homework is more important that this site. Go get good grades Miss Xaale.
I'm actually doing my term paper for my Children's Lit class on the Diary of Anne Frank. I've never read the diary but I did see the ABC mini drama about it years ago. I won't shy away from the knowledge that it is concerning a wide range of emotions and themes taht I hope to never have to encounter or that anyone should ever again. I'm looking forward to it.
Give or take about 2000 years. Technically whenever a volcano erupts, every country and state recieves a bit of the ash fall. I'm not worried if this volcano goes boom. When St. Helens blew, we got a small amount of ash, not enough to destroy a civilization.
Destined for prez. It is Destined.
Destined for Prez
Interesting, i've not heard about this yet, and this could prove catastrophic to the wildlife and certainly will have an impact on the weather and climate change. I'll be keeping tabs on this.
is this classical based, modern based, or comparing now with rock and roll, or jazz with hip hop? What are you trying to poll?
Spam Wars?
In my opinion, this list is by far too vague. Why isn't LBP on this list, Bioshock, MGS4, Mario Galaxy? If you keep the list with just these, then my personal opinion would be SSBB. Overall however, probably Rock Band 2.
Stare at your sig for about 5 minutes and you'll be asleep in no time.
:( Because i've got school and rl problems going down right now and I don't have the time to sit down and type for 4+ hours a day. Chronicles isn't dead.
...it's available if you have a gold membership I just found out. This blows.
OH SHI-- That was what my note to check Xbox Live was for. I plan to download this the moment i'm done doing hw.
Found it. Game over?
....does this mean I'm a prince?
I love how everyone is DN related, except for shades. Because I was that epic. That might have been a bluff...
Enter Repliku Kenobi, approaching from the canyon background. His clothing is disheveled, his mind distant as he walks the sands of time from...
Dude....that's so much better. I meant in Spam Wars...
Enter Repliku, stage right
A resounding crash echoed from within the garage, drawing DMaster away from the moment of personal reflection. He sighed as the day gave way to night. “I guess that that isn’t going to be today.†He trudged slowly backwards and headed into the garage just as TCO burst out from behind the landspeeder, knocking over a stack of hydrospanners. “What are you doing back there?†“It wasn’t my fault sir, you must understand when he gets something in his memory it’s impossible to vanish quietly.†“What are you talking about?†DMaster nervously asked, fearing the answer. “He was going on and on about this mission and the message he must give to Kenobi!†DMaster’s heart skipped a beat as he whipped around, racing up the garage stairwell and into the rapidly deteriorating sunlight. He withdrew a pair of long-range electrix binoculars and rapidly scanned the surrounding desert and hill side due south. The machine sent ping after ping in every direction until the gravity of the situation descended on DMaster: SORA-13 was gone. T-3CO joined behind DMaster, nervously reading the reaction of his master. “That astromech has always been rebelling against orders and getting into more and more trouble with each new model that are produced.†“He’s gone. I’m not tracking any electronic spikes. How could I be so stupid…†“Aren’t we going to be going after him?†DMaster reluctantly shook his head. “It’s too dangerous. There are creatures that hunt and go bump in the night out here. Besides that there could be Raiders anywhere.†“Luke!†ICSP yelled from the garden, “I’m just about to shut the power down.†“It looks like that droid is going to be giving me more trouble than I thought. We’ll leave first thing in the morning to see if we can track him down. I just hope ICSP doesn’t realize that he is missing beforehand.†T-3CO took one final sweep across the desert as DMaster descended into the sanctuary. He cursed himself, being unable to convince or even restrain the small droid within the garage. It didn’t matter how, but he knew that SORA-13 had a reason to be this determined and he couldn’t help but shake the feeling that whatever the mysterious person had done, she was relying on him to finish the mission. He only hoped that it wouldn’t end at a scrapyard. THE NEXT DAY ICSP stepped out from the refresher, inhaling the dry air as he maneuvered his way into the dining room. Oddly, he noticed that DMaster’s door remained locked shut. Pyro met his gaze as she busied herself around the farmhouse. “Have you seen Luke?†ICSP questioned, pulling up a display camera mounded within the garage to discover the speeder and new droids were gone. “He left a note saying he had errands to run before he could get the droids to the Forum Assistance.†“Well,†He stated picking up a small black notebook wired shut, “He better have those droids in the Writer’s Workshop by midday or there will be dire trouble.†“Why are you carrying that thing around? It’s like a security blanket for you or something.†Pyro chided, motioning to take away the notebook. ICSP turned in the doorway, a deadly somber frown edged across his face. “Just got a bad feeling today for some reason is all.†*** The speeder flashed across the desert, skimming mere inches off the ground as the repulsors strained to match the speed and minimum height without sending the machine crashing into the ground. DMaster sat at the controls, his eyes set straight ahead as he piloted toward the canyon jutting up across the Discussion Sea. A small transponder slowly pinged as it mapped out the approaching canyon. “I’m picking up something in their, it could be him.†DMaster announced, yanking the speeder to a hard right. T-3CO said nothing as he struggled to hold onto the seat as the restraining belt groaned in protest. “Perhaps we should slow down, it’ll be no use if we are smeared across a rock or spire.†DMaster flashed a grin, gunning the engines as he swerved between two rocky embankments. “Where’s your sense of adventure?†“Back at the homestead,†TCO squealed as a flock of womprats dove aside. The transponder began to ping louder and more regularly as DMaster slowed and brought the speeder to a halt hundreds of feet within the canyon. The landscape was unwelcoming, rock burst upward as though it were trying to puncture the sky while sand mixed with wind to produce a small dustdevil further ahead, and the faint outline of SORA-13 shuffling to get beyond a small landslide. From atop a mesa, DMaster appeared within the cross hairs of a sniper scope as it’s owner relaxed, calming herself. Two figures walked forward standing behind the sniper. The sniper nodded twice, resulting in the figures immediate departure in two separate directions deeper into the canyon rim. “Whoa, hey hold on, where do you think you are going?†Luke demanded as he leapt from the speeder. SORA-13 beeped in alarm, swiveling his head to watch the looming form of his new master standing just before him. A string of angry chirps leaked from him as T-3CO hobbled forward and smacking the droid upside the dome. “No! DMaster is your new owner now. Repliku Kenobi is not your master and I won’t hear of it any more! We will have no more of this mission nonsense!!†He annoyingly roared. DMaster’s eyes grew as the protocol droid showed a new fire and anger that he had not seemed possible last night. “No, it’s ok. We found him, let’s get back before Uncle ICSP truly gets peeved.†SORA-13 began to rebuke both of them, but stopped midway, swiveling around slowly as the internal radar began to relay a slew of data. He turned toward T-3CO and began to wobble nervously. “What’s he going on about?†DMaster asked. “He claims that there are a number of creatures approaching from the Northeast.†He pointed in the direction deeper within the canyon. DMaster inhaled, and raced toward the speeder, extracting a long-range rifle. He raced to get to higher ground as the two droids tried to stick to his heels. DMaster pulled himself inside of a small cave protruding from the canyon wall thirty feet above and to the east of the speeder. Slowly he flicked the lens covering the scope off and began surveying the canyon. It took all of a moment to see the lumbering beasts march through the canyon. The beasts were massive, walking on all fours while four beings strode along side while two road atop the beasts. DMaster zoomed in and nodded slowly. “It’s definitely Role Players. I can see some of them now.†Suddenly, the image blurred. DMaster had just enough time to look up as the butt end of a gaffe staff smashed through the rifle. DMaster rolled to the side as the gaffe struck the hard ground. The figure roared in frustration as it glanced around and swung, connecting with T-3CO. “With a full frontal charge, SORA! charged past the injured teen, and struck down the golden metallic robot. SORA! turned to the right and stared over his shoulder as Hellkitten,†he raised a palm and watched as HellKitten rushed forward and began to attack the speeder, “assaulted the speeder pillaging as many supplies as she could.†DMaster’s brow furrowed, as he watched SORA! begin to monologue as other Role Play Raiders appeared atop the hill. SORA!’s eyes rose and a broad grin creeped across his expression. “With a victorious cheer the Raider’s turned their attention to the teen and prepared for the final blow—“ A laser bolt burst from the hill, scorching the rock between DMaster and SORA!. SORA! turned angrily and waved frantically. But to his dismay, another bolt slammed into the rock just behind his head. “NO!!! NO!!! Cupcake, you are out of character! You aren’t supposed to attack until he becomes aggressive and tries to retake the speeder!†Cupcake stood, shouldering the sniper. “OCC: What are you talking about? When did we change the attack plans?!†“OCC: Before we started the attack!†“OCC: You posted that after I was all ready in position! What was I supposed to do?!†SORA! shook his head at the same time a horrific demonic roar rip across the canyon. SORA!’s eyes grew wide as the situation drastically altered around them. “BIC: EVERYONE RETREAT! HEAD BACK TO THE ARENA!†Within a blink of an eye, the Role Players were gone, leaving a battered T-3CO, SORA-13 and DMaster staring in complete confusion. “What…was that…Leroy Jenkins much?†“No, I believe they were under the assumption that I was a Krayt Dragon. Oh well.†A voice chuckled behind the trio. All three turned to stare into the laughing eyes of L, standing just above them on a outcrop as his brown cloak slowly danced in the breeze. “It’s been a long time since last we saw each other Luke. What brings you all the way out here?†“This astromech. He claims that a Repliku Kenobi is his master and that he has an important mission him. I thought maybe you might have heard about him, and he took off to hunt you down I guess.†L slowly descended, the lines of his face furrowed, as though trying to grasp onto a thin string from his past. “Repliku Kenobi…Repliku…Now that’s a name that I’ve not heard in a long time…a long time…†SORA-13 began to rock vigorously as DMaster leapt down, and began to help T-3CO back onto his feet. “My Uncle ICSP claims to know him, but he said he was dead.†“Oh no, he’s not dead…at least not yet anyway. He’s avoided the shinigami for many a year.†“So…you know him?†L smiled. “Of course, he is me. I’ve not gone by that name since…. oh before you were born.†DMaster stood and placed his forearm atop the droids dome. “Well then this droid does belong to you. Iâ not sure what ICSP or Pyro will say however.†A defeated roar echoed off the canyon cliffs drawing the group’s attention. Repliku’s frown deepened. “I think that we better get indoors. Role Players are easily startled but they will soon be back, and with more threads following.†“I’m not sure about you DMaster, but I think that that proposition is a wonderful idea.†T-3CO chimed as he hurriedly shuffled toward the speeder with SORA-13 hot on his trail.
