Due to three people mistaking me for a girl, I would just like to say: I AM A MALE. YOUR MIND CAN BE BLOWN NOW. Thank you and good day :3
[Cause everyone took Corner] This one was inspired by Juicy :3 Duckie for my Tummy Dear my adjective friend, I regret to say I was hungry yet again and found my way to the farm where you stay. I have taken a duck of the “psy” variety, once more today. Please don’t be mad, but I just have to say, you raise good ducks, for my tummy along the way.
So I go on Voxli expecting to see some of you whores guys. And I only see one person there. Come peacefully KHV. Or I will use force.
I'm doing this CD Project for AP World History, which I have to divide WWII into four segments, have two songs per segment, and explain why they are relevant to the segment. But I suck at music. D: KHV, you're a Music Jedi, so help please by recommending good music. I have four songs already: PROPAGANDA SECTION: The Aliens: The Happy Song ...Sora's Theme :lolface: SECTION 2 ??? ??? SECTION 3: ??? ??? END OF WARR: LP: In the End One Republic: All the Right Moves
Back again. Didn't think it would be this soon though. KHV, yours is truly a mysterious world... Anyway, that and I heard there was an awesome new person whose become my new favorite noob.
Yeah, wasn't expecting this. Most of you probably don't know me cause I'm still a newb here, or may have just first noticed me from this. So I'll keep this concise and to the point. I've been feeling lonely and depressed these past couple months, probably due to me not having any really truly good friends to chill with, and me just failing at about everything I try to do now. I just feel as though I need to find myself again, reclaim what I've lost if you catch my drift. KHV, you've always been my escape portal from my personal hell into a moderately comical, yet sometimes annoying, one. I'll still probably lurk every now and then, only under Perma Invisible Mode till I feel better. I'll try to check MSN as much as possible, so you could try to contact me there. Oh! Right: Janime/Jakey: LUCKY. Just needed to get that out of the way :3. Have fun in life, O Great Nondisappointer. Eff: You're probably not gonna see this anyway. You were the first person on here I talked to, and you stalked my profile night and day till you got my 200th vm. We should have that celebration sooner or later :3 Xaale: We still need to get Snorlax to take over. I just remembered that as I'm typing this now. Misty cannot win! B( Skittles: You're probably not gonna see this either. I believe we were in the middle of a wild stampede? Anyway, keep spreadin' your frickin rainbow. And because I'm so introversive and quiet and shy ("But this iz the Interwebz dude" "Ya I kno, I just suck at life") that's all the people I've talked to the most. It's a shame I didn't get to talk to anyone else on here. But when I come back, I'll be sure to at least try. Smell ya later, KHV.
let the wannabe trolls out?
So I was googling sheet music for Dive into the Heart, to play it on the kazoo for my talent show at school next year.Then, I accidentally found the archives of KHV. Containing every single thread. Every. Single. Fucking. Thread. Ever. Including the actual first SpamZone thread. Link: http://www.kh-vids.net/archive/index.php/t-300.html
Remember when I was ranting about Dani and this Mysterious Girl (whose actually a Junior foreign exchange student)? Well, I kinda need help with that (again). The replies suggested that I focus more on Dani than the Mystery Girl, which I did. After an assembly at my school, I talked to Dani about how we felt, and she didn't feel the same way. But neither of us really thought nothing about this at the time. About a week later, she was practically near tears about this dude who she liked, and I helped her, after first convincing her that it wouldn't bother me in anyway. However, about two weeks later, I felt really depressed inside, and didn't know why until recently. I like her more than I did before, but we seemed to have grown distant from each other. She always talks to other people instead of me now, and only talks to me whenever she needs something. But, when I had said that I was going to switch my Chemistry and Math classes around (other people are horrible in there, and she is in both of these classes as well), she said: "No. I am not letting you leave me" KHV, I'm confused. I don't know if I can stand this crush any more, and for some reason can't get over it. Meanwhile, I still haven't talked to the Mysterious foreign girl yet, but will be forced to tomorrow as part of an interview for my school's newspaper. Should I keep pursuing Dani, or give up on her in favor of someone I'll only be able to see for 7 more months before they're out of my life?
KH: Coded spoilers next: Spoiler So I was looking at Episode Five of Kingdom Hearts Coded over YouTube, particularly at the scene where Digital Sora's Keyblade was destroyed by Maleficent. While irrelevant to BBS, this scene got me thinking; how is a Keyblade formed? Then, I began to link this back to the Room of Repose scene in KH2: FM+ with Aqua's armor, the cutscene between Xigbar and Zexion and the scene of Ven asking to be "erased" in one of the earlier trailers. Which then led to my theory; The Keyblade wielded by Sora, the "Keyblade of legend" is actually, in essence, the spirit of Ven trapped within his own Keyblade. I for one, support the whole "Vanitas = Xehanort we all know" So, I think that Vanitas somehow awakened the Unbirths, in an attempt to draw out latent Keyblade wielders in order to discover who had the "pure soul" he required. Master Xehanort, realizing this darkness in his apprentice, must have traveled off with him in an attempt to rid him of the darkness. Thus, Ven, Terra and Aqua, apprentices, went after them. Vanitas then sought to meet up with Ven, conflicting him with Terra's slow descent into the dark, as means of coaxing out Ven's full power. Eventually, Ven must have found out about his role, thus asking Aqua/Terra to erase him, which they did, but then Vanitas trapped his spirit within his Keyblade, and by fusing this with the conglomeration of what the Keyblades freed from the Unversed, created the Keyblade of Legend. This eventually led to a final battle between Vanitas and Terra/Aqua/MX, who were able to gain possession of the Keyblade, and gave their lives defeating Vanitas, who could only remember the name of the Master who sold him for dead: Xehanort. This is only my thought of how to fulfill the legend of Sora's Keyblade, which as the Keyblade of Legend, is regarded to have been wielded by one who wrought destruction (Vanitas) and one who brought salvation (Terra/Aqua/MX?) Sorry about all the theories in one whole thread, but it was the only way I could really explain it. :3
and we figured out that if a Snorlax joined KHV, it would soon replace Misty as the most popular pokemon related character on here. Because it has a beautiful singing voice, protects everything it stands in front of and functions as a couch. Then they would have an ultimate showdown, and Snorlax would win, and Misty would become his personal pokemon. Sorry Misty :'D
CnC appreciated, oh so much. [I'm recycling characters from my incredibly old set of stories and using them in this sequel to that. I'll try to explain more about the old ones in this, to help shed light on any confusion I may cause...which'll probably be a lot knowing me :'D ] Chapter One Re: Rebound to the Path "It's almost been a year..." "Hmm?" "A year. Since things ended." "Oh...right." "Ayden?" "Yeah?" It was at this point Ayden looked over to the boy lying on the grass beside him. His black eyes were cold, yet his face was glued in a smile. His blond hair rested against his hands, which were holding each other against the back of his head. He wore a blue suit, the sleeves rolled up and the jacket unbuttoned. The other boy sat up, and looked Ayden in the face. "Do you miss it? Do you miss the heroism, the thrill of fighting with everything on the line?" Ayden stared into his eyes for a moment, a wave of nostalgia washing over his mind. He shook his head, breaking the other boy's gaze and looked to the water below. He could see his reflection gazing back at him. His creamy, light brown skin appeared hazy in the water. Though, he could still see his clothes clear enough, the black hoodie, its sleeves cut off, and the white polo shirt beneath it, whose short sleeves extended through the sleeveless hoodie down to his elbow, were relatively clear. His face was soft, and the reflection made it look like it was so fragile it could be destroyed with a single touch. He could see his spiky hair, two bangs in the front, then multiple tiny spikes running down the side until they conglomerated in the back of his head, and he could see his light brown eyes, hanging there like glistening spheres of light in the middle of his murky face. Do I miss it? "No." "That sure took a while Ayden. Are you sure you aren't lying to me?" "Please. I bet you wish I am just so you could go off on another rant about how glad you are it's all over now, Carter." I have to admit; Carter thought with a smirk, he's right. I am glad it's over. Those hellish years can finally be put to rest, and life can return back to normal. But why do I get the feeling this is just another dream, waiting to be deterred by the unknown? ** "Anyway," Carter said, rising to his feet. His tan boots made a crunching sound as the stepped on the crisp grass beneath. "I've got places to be, whores to see and the like. And don't forget, Misty wants you at the Record Shop on the beach. Three-sharp. Be there or be...well, dead." "The day you begin to pimp is the day I stop reading 'Matt Damon' in a mentally ******ed voice" Ayden laughed, reciting 'Matt Damon' in a way that would certainly have mental health specialists beating the snot out of him. "And Misty?" "Psh. I'll be there in plenty of time to spare. Tell her I said to chill." "You say that as if she's not one to kill." "Nah, she won't touch me." "Still as cocky as ever, Ayden." "Still as emo as ever, Carter." "Touche," Carter replied, walking behind Ayden. After a few moments, Ayden could hear the sound of an engine revving up. A beep paraded through the air, as the noise of the engine sped into the distance. Smiling, Ayden rose from the ground, patting the loose blades of grass from his body. With a yawn, he began to walk next to the water, eyes screaming "boredom" as he made his descent to the beach. *** I still can't believe it's almost been a year. Everything seems to have happened so fast, time never caught up. Ayden was walking down a lush green path. It ran smoothly across the ground, curving in an out of the flowers that surrounded him. The path ran across a hill, which sat idly next to the sparkling blue tides below. Across the hill was a brown, rickety staircase that led to the merriful beach below. I can remember when we first came here. Back when life was a web of conflicts, over a couple of little charms. Ayden's hand moved over the heart-shaped necklace resting on his neck. It was icy cold to the touch, though he could still feel the warmth of the power it once held. The charms were keys to controlling the elements. Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Darkness, Light, Electricity, Gravity, Plants and finally the Cosmos. We were only little kids then (well, we still are according to law but 16 is close enough to being legal). We didn't understand what messing with that sort of energy could bring. From losing a friend, to the emotional distress; the constant worry of having to protect others all while putting yourself in harm's way...everything was just a cataclysmic ride into Hell. And to think it was all because of Alea's need to be better than everyone else. It's sickening to think about it even now; the gallons of blood she spilled, the families that lie tattered, and above all, her merry laughter at the sight of it all. Thankfully, that chapter in our lives has come to a close, and we can live normal, boring lives. "Boring..." Ayden repeated aloud, stopping on the peak of the hill. A patch of land to the right of him was clear, devoid of green, and hung as a plank over the waters below. He could feel butterflies—more like jets—flying around in his stomach at top speed. What if Carter's right? What if I am just lying to myself? Sure, life is back in my hands, the way it should be for anyone, but why do I feel so...bored? Unneeded? "It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest." ...Wait. Did I seriously just recite a line from Twilight? Its official: I must miss the adventure. As Ayden was mulling over his life, a stick cracked in the background. He turned around, scanning the area over. "I must have been imagining things..." Ayden mumbled, continuing his walk to the steps. After another five steps, another stick cracked, causing Ayden to wheel around. A stray, brown dog stood limp behind him, eyes fixated on the fixated on the dry earth beneath him. Ayden approached the animal, extending his hand out to pet its fur. "...Bad move, bad move, bad move!" Ayden yelled as he pulled his hand away. It was throbbing red with pain. The dog's teeth retracted back into its mouth. Why would it just attack me out of the blue for no reason at all? The dog now looked up at the boy, its button eyes dangling madly from the side. It smiled, its fur changing to a silver-pink color, while its teeth grew into what looked like tusks. "Typical me to always get stuck with the generic villainous enemies" Ayden muttered, kicking the dog in the face. The dog flew backwards in the air, its front legs waggling furiously as though it were a dancer. It landed on its back, screeching like a young girl that lost her ice cream. "I have no idea what you are, but this is pretty pathetic if you ask me" Ayden noted, a smug grin resting on his face. The dog struggled to its feet, jaw snapping, and a waterfall of drool pouring out of its mouth. For a brief while, it sat there, eyes fixated into the boy's. Ayden could see his reflection in the pearly red eyes of the dog, twisting, turning, misshaping itself into a demonic image. He felt a chill run through his leg into the pit of his stomach, snapping his eyes shut, turning away from the dog. He could feel a rush of disturbance in the air, as though a plane were speeding past his face. A yelp escaped from Ayden's mouth as the dog's fangs clamped on his arm, both bodies crashing down to the earth. A flurry of fangs and claws ripped through the tortured air, beating the ground around Ayden's face. Torn bits of earth and mud splashed against his face, his eyes wide, angered. He slid his right foot beneath the dog's torso, and with a grunt slammed it through the frenzied beast. The dog cried in pain. It slumped over the leg, as still as a lonely tree stump, standing, waiting, for the empty death around it to re-grow with life. Ayden sat there, the dead beast a crypt on his leg, panting the sigh of the innocent murderer or one of the martyr that lived against death. Using his left foot, Ayden slid the corpse from his leg. It fell to his right, making a noise so hollow one would think it were just a paperweight. A breeze began to blow over the scene, causing Ayden to gasp with surprise: My leg is…dry? Ayden swept his hand over his pant leg. He felt the skin of his leg. Both were a desert of cloth and skin. “Honestly, I should consider using lotion in the mornings” Ayden mumbled, pulling down his pant leg. He turned to the dog, gazing at the gaping hole in its chest. Standing up, Ayden buried his head into his hands. “Where the hell is the blood?” “Where the hell is the blood?” This questioning session was short lived, as a sharp pain caused Ayden to stagger ahead. He fell near the edge of the hill, his head hanging over the crunching waters below. The earth began to vibrate. Ayden rolled over as two legs came crashing into the spot his head was only moments ago. He darted his hands around the legs, throwing them towards the trees. As the creature landed, Ayden stammered at the sight. A dog-like creature, silver and pink in color, lingered over the ground ahead of him. Through its chest, a window to the wildlife in the background sent a chill dashing through Ayden’s chest. The pseudo-dog smirked, sensing the boy’s hesitation. It charged forward. Ayden clenched his jaw. His stomach riddled with pain as his body flew into the air. The waves below seemed to crash with more vigor as the boy approached them. “One thing I…should have learned from TV: Punching holes through bad guys…never works.” Ayden said, as he disappeared beneath the waves.
Remember when I was attempting to come with characters for my story the other day? Well, here's what I've got. Cleo Adrianne Wulfz Leo Plums :'D Phyrlia Echo Terra Snuffles Nimbus Poe, the Powdered Chicken Kaugs Cheese Alex Misty Althazar Kerabera Lucidious Smackdoodle McGiggles Chester the Molester So I came up with the characters and the lot, but I just need a title. KHV, my world ends with you.
for possible character names. I have these so far Apple Cinnamon Cleo Bawy Creene Adrianne Wulfz Leo Ooperloo Plums :'D Ben Ben Toast Phyrlia Upandin Echo Name Terra Seafloo Snuffles Ponytailicus Nimbus Poe, the Powdered Chicken Kaugs Rainbow Flamebo Hoe Cheese Alex I'm trying to make this dark, yet humorous at the same time. So as you can see, I need more serious character names. Care to help a plum?
I have now amassed 50 posts. Only 950 to go. ...So much for getting Premium by the end of the year :'D
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duel_Masters Personally, I just thought this show was a ripoff of Yu-Gi-Oh. The concept behind the story was okay at the beginning, but then I just got lost about 10 episodes later. There was also the whole "How do you even play this?" aspect that repeatedly came into my mind. Any thoughts on the show?
*I never thought I would have to post here, but I guess things change **The following post will contain three of my problems, which all relate to each other in the end. Okay, there's this girl at school (Yes, this is another crush help thread). She's incredibly pretty, and seems to have an awesome personality. Her locker is right near mine, and we usually sit next to each other on the bus. Now I bet you're saying, "what's the problem?". And do... My problems with her: 1. I just literally realized she exists only a week ago 2. I am extremely nervous when it comes to trying to talk with her 3. I'm a Sophomore, and she's a Senior. She's far too out of my league. 4. I also like another girl who is in the same grade, who I shall refer to as Dani. And here's my description of them both; Dani: Has been friends with me since the 8th Grade. She's got soft brown eyes, and this giant ass hair puff which, when taken apart, reveals her amazing hair. We were enemies during those times, eventually growing to hate each other by the start of ninth grade. However, through the revival of myself, I apologized, the hatred turning into mutual friendship. Eventually, by March I believe, I had developed a crush on Dani, which had blossomed greatly over the summer, but not to the point of where I consider it to be love. Anyhow, Dani is unlike any other girl I've met, as she doesn't believe in that preppy crap that's been plaguing society lately. She also isn't a stoner/*****/selfish/egocentric/stupid person, which makes her completely unique. She also doesn't wear makeup, which I think natural looks > makeup and that facial crap that those "fashion" people are so into. Dani is mostly interested in being herself, and doesn't care about what people have to say or think about it. Though, I do dislike her taste in screamo-rock music and mayonnaise, but that's perfectly tolerable. We talk a lot during the school day, more increasingly in this year than others. The last time we've ever talked about our "relationship" was in May, and the matter hasn't been touched since. While I would like to talk to her, I don't want to burden her with my issues and stuff. Even if I may be suffering on the inside, her smile replaces the pain with joy. The Mysterious Girl: I know absolutely nothing about her. She's a senior and is likely to graduate this year, and I don't even know her name. All I know is that she listens to music a lot, and has a locker in the Creative Writing hallway (I saw her at her locker earlier today). I have no idea how I've come to be infatuated with her, but all I know is that I am, and am extremely curious on getting to know more about her. I'm sure she doesn't feel at all the same way, we're complete strangers to each other, but there's this one instance in which she literally ran over to the seat next to mine, even the there were only FOUR people on the entire bus ride. She has fierce blue eyes, and dark brown hair. We've held eye contact about five times, all of which I had to turn my head away from her amazing looks. She also constantly listens to her iPod on the bus, even if there's something hilarious going on. Most of this is caused by my severe introversion, which I don't even know why I cannot defeat. I do have plenty of friends, but I recently noticed I'm not as close to them as I should be. I don't want to change myself in order to please people, but I feel as though I'm an outsider looking in on their fun in life. Can someone please give me advice?
Okay, here's a story I wrote for my Creative Writing class. CnC is welcomely appreciated :) Here goes; The sun burned brightly in the background, its luminous rays piercing through the soft leaves of the oak trees. Forest lay sprawled out in all directions, appearing as to be walls of a maze. The forest sat silently in the light, occasionally filled with a robin's chirp, or the murmur of a stray fox off in the shadowy distance. For a moment everything stood still, even the raging rivers slowing to a mere stop. A figure stepped out of the dark corners of the woods; their slim build wrapped in a brown rain coat. Their arms hung to their hips, hands clutching the interior of the tan sleeves like a child does a mother’s hand. The figure ambled aimlessly through the trees, the edges of the cloak gracefully brushing against the delicate trunks. The leaves twirled in the bitter air, fluttering like butterflies over a field of flowers. The figure looked up solemnly at these things in flight. Their amethyst eyes glowered in soft wonder and awe, watching the flying creatures in flight. The leaves flew into a ragged path, one falling short from the others. The wind slowed to a mere drift, as the figure silently motioned towards the fallen leaf. They opened their hands slowly, and gently scooped up the leaf, staring at the crisp green color. They moved their hand over the leaf, intrigued by its rough texture. The figure then pocketed the leaf, and walked down the ragged path sprawled before them. The leaf storm swirled over the crescent shaped shells embedded into the ground like stars in the night sky. The shells were a variety of colors and shapes, each one differing from the others. The figure followed closely behind, admiring these lowly shells on the shore. They picked on up, examining it in the same manner as the leaf. The shell was soft in comparison; it’s texture glassy like a crystal. The figure then put this into a pocket, a smile forming on their face. They paused for a while, seemingly waiting for something to come out of the shadows. There was still no movement, still silent. The figure sighed coolly, continuing down the path ahead, the dirt and shells progressively turning into sand. The air smelled of fresh water. The sand crept forward until it reached the shoreline, where water from the seas abroad crashed into it. The beach was empty, except for the bench that rested near the shore. The figure now appeared from the path, absorbing the fresh water scent that brushed the air. Their nose began to tickle, and they sneezed silently. They looked around the beach, gaze falling to the bench. In a moment, they appeared sitting upon the bench, tapping their fingers against the hard wood. They reached up to the hood of their coat, peeling off the mask that shielded them from society. A flurry of blond hair emerged from beneath the hood, standing out in the now pitch dark beach. The hair bounced in front of their face, causing them to growl in irritation, and swept the hair from their face. Beneath the hair emerged the face of teenage girl, whose face was sprinkled with freckles. Her eyes pulsated with disappointment, as she sat sulking there in the darkness of the night. She jumped. Mist began to emerge from the center of the sea. Fear began to well up inside of her. The mist spread quickly, covering the entire beach in a matter of seconds. She rose and turned to face the sea, where a person in a black cloak emerged. They stepped across the water, the water splashing gently with each step. Sweat began forming on her cheeks, heartbeat pulsating louder and faster with each step. Eventually, the figure stepped upon the sand, coming towards her. Panicking, she stepped forward, face firm and set for a fight. The mysterious figure stopped, and laughed heartily, breaking the silence of the dark beach. “You never stop making me laugh, Adrianne†they said in a deep, cracked voice. The figure pulled their hood off, revealing a male with deep blue hair. “Leo!†She screamed, rushing over to him. She attempted to hug him but he moved swiftly out of the way. She looked at him surprised, while he merely gave her a cold, yet sorrowful look. "It's...it's time you came back" he said, gaze fixated on the waters of the beach. She scowled, turning her back towards him. "You know I can't do that." She heard him scoff and turned around to see him still fixated upon the water. "Why not? If you don't', they'll destroy you." he said, voice still as calm as the waters captured in his gaze. "I want to meet-" At this point, Leo turned around at her, fury blasting through his lungs, lunging full force for her shoulders. "Don't you understand?! This isn't kiddie business anymore. We've long since abandoned that role. We're part of the System now. They'll kill you indefinitely if you dare to betray them, let alone chase after that person." he shouted, shaking her wildly. Tears flowed down her eyes, flying upon his raging hands. He gasped, and released her with a look of pity upon his face. He stepped back, Adrianne's head now looking at the shells on the ground. "Adrianne...I'm sorry. I never meant, I guess I'm just-" he fell silent, looking around at the surrounding forest whose echoes called from the distance. He held out his hand, mist surrounding him. He smiled towards her. "Come on! Let's go back-" A explosive crack filled the air, owls flying away from the beach in terror. Leo flew back through the misty portal, barely conscious, cursing silently in the night. The mist cleared, with Adrianne, eyes burning red, standing near the spot in which Leo stood, a blueish sword resting in her left hand with blood dripping slowly down the edge. She put her hood back on, a large gust of wind enveloping her. I'm coming for you she thought, disappearing into the silence of the night.
I have to write an editorial for my school newspaper. And I have no idea on what to write about. Any suggestions for a topic? And no, I am NOT writing about Kanye West and Taylor Swift. That s***'s been overused, even though it's only been 2-3 days. xD
You are slowly being taken over by the noobs. Hide your rainbows. :/gasp:
