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Earth 2275 Chapter 3 Part 2Just What Are You Doing, Yelling Like a Madman?
The sun was ascending a range of snow-covered cliffs, the sunlight beginning to weave its way towards a monastery, but fell short and wove its way past an opened parasol as a lone figure sat there looking away from the sun as it impacted the umbrella and left him completely in the darkness that took the place of the coming days' light.
Tobias: "Is it a lovely sunrise? I think that it is." *takes a sip of his tea as he pours more into the saucer after finishing* "Care for some tea dear?"
A figure steps out of the temple and sits down in front of the Dominion, a female clad in leafy green robes with a palm-sized ovular ruby pendant around her neck and twigs and branches stuck in her equally green hair; Daisy, a mysterious girl of unknown origin that serves as one of Tobias' loyal friends and unwavering disciples.
Daisy 'Daze': "It would be nice master." *Tobias places an empty saucer on the tray and pours tea into it and slightly nudges it
What Are We?What are we without the organic life forms and sky-high buildings of the new that make of this round planetary world?
What are we without the peak of time and the vastness of the existence we call the universe?
What are we without the light and the dark, the shadows of misery, the light that lights the way?
WHAT are we? Without a simple drop of rain formed from ecstasy of first life Are we monsters or builders? Scholars or perhaps everything in between. WHAT ARE WE?
~Noah Aubrey Schiffman, July 26th, 2012
Earth 2275 Chapter 3 Part 1Earth 2275, Chapter Four "Vilgax"
"An endless sea of stars, this is what a galaxy is to all: a haven for life to burgeon in the great and growing cosmic expanse. Life can be simple for Tier 1 races, Tier 1's can live out their daily lives peacefully without provocation, usually through the lifestyles of Artisans, Philosophers, Farmers, Craftsmen, and Carpenters. Peace can exist to ones that attain Tier 1 status. Tier 2 Status is filled with hardships, fear, and an unquenchable Rage. Tier 2 races develop quicker than Tier 1's and are more prone to violence in many shape and form."
The Milky Way Galaxy is shown as several planets go through orbit as multiple alien species are seen; bright warm colors representing Tier 1 races, and sinister, darker colors for Tier 2.
"The Silver Spiral, my home for the past 7,000 years, was once plunged in an endless series of wars that claimed the lives of many peaceful ones that wish for a way out but can't seem to find it. These ancient battles were st
Earth 2275 Ch 2 Final PartTobias: "Hold onto me, Mary; this could be tricky." (Mary wraps her arms around Tobias' neck in safety) "Here we go!" (Tobias rushes at a nearby hill and uses it as a ramp to get over the fence, as he cleared the fence, he lifted himself off of the bike with one hand and grabbed it in his hands, Mary slung herself to the front of Tobias as he swung the bike over his shoulder as they came in for a landing) "Here we are, time to make history." (Mary lets go of Tobias and pulls out two red yo-yos, Tobias drops the bike onto the ground and reaches for his holsters: he pulls out two, white Bubble Sticks and holds them in front of him like swords, Mary holds her yo-yos in her hands as she looks around) "I'll go get Kevin, you deal with Gwen." (Runs out to the Watcher Cars as Mary follows closely behind him, Tobias notices a Watcher Ninja coming at him, his sword drawn)
Watcher Ninja 9: "No witnesses!" (Comes towards Tobias, but a rope is shot out and tangles up the Watcher Ninja, he looks at
Earth 2275 Chapter Two Part 4Period: "Salvation Unit has arrived, commander: ETA in around two minutes tops."
Question: "Thank you, Period." (Turns off his DS and looks down the road as the Watchers Truck drives in and a Watcher peeks his head out of the window) "I want you to load up the Camaro over there." (Points to Kevins Camaro) "Send out the Mechanic Unit as well: there's an Oldsmobile down the hill over here." (Points to the Oldsmobile) "Finish this task and meet us back at headquarters. Are you clear on that?"
Watcher Driver: (Salutes) "Yes sir!" (Gets out of the drivers seat and opens the door in the back of the Truck: Watcher Salvagers pour out and go to get the Camaro, while Watcher Mechanics go down to get the Oldsmobile) "Let's move men." (The Watcher Salvagers push the Camaro into the back of the truck)
Question: "I'll leave this to you then." (Leaps off of the Watcher Cars' roof and gets into the Passenger seat and faces Exclamation who is driving) "Let's rendezvous with Period, we are returning to
Earth 2275 Chapter 2 Part 1(On top of a skyscraper in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; the two S-Units: "Duke" and "Page" look at the fluctuating moon; their arms are crossed)
"Duke": "This world is always filled with ignorant people." (Looks to the streets below) "We must try to isolate this situation: A fragment of our target arrived in this city several days ago."
"Page": "That fragment must be found before Had finds it." (Both S-Units activate their Rockets and hop from skyscraper to skyscraper as they move to find their objective)
(Down below, a man is carrying a box filled with big rings on the inside: amongst the rings is a glimmer of grey: a Bracelet)
Man: "This thing weighs a ton, but I must take it to its destination." (In a few yards in front of the man: two female Watchers are coming in his direction, trying to look for the Bracelet)
Female Watcher 1: "It must be around here somewhere." (Looks at a Game Boy Color: literally a Tracking Device in disguise) "I'm picking up a spike in South Energies several met
Earth 2275 Chapter 1 Part 2Breaker: (Storms into his office as he presses a button underneath his desk) "I will not allow members of their kind to know that Had is one of them." (A microphone pops up as does a small camera with a remote, Breaker goes and gets the remote and sits down in his chair) "I will not allow centuries of planning for vengeance and sacrifice, just to be ruined by a messenger from the Kingdom Beyond." (Presses the power button on the remote) "Yes, I cannot allow it to become true." (The camera begins recording)
(In a garage; three teens are sitting around, one was working on a Green Camaro that had black stripes: he was working underneath the car. Another was reading a magazine: her face hidden behind it, and the third person was sitting down while drinking a smoothie: he is facing away from us: it is Kevin, Gwen, and Ben respectfully)
Gwen: (Looking over her magazine) "Unbelievable, you chose to go with the Camaro, when there were plenty of other cars to choose from at the auto show."
Earth 2275 Chapter Two Part 3(Kevin drives his Camaro down a forested road)
Gwen: "I'm tired, how about we stop at a hotel?"
Kevin: "We'll be coming up on a Residence Inn soon enough."
Ben: (Yawns) "Good, a man needs his rest."
Kevin: "Did you steal that line, Ben?"
Gwen: "Yeah, it sounds like something Mako would say."
Ben: "Didn't Mako provide the voice of Master Splinter in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?"
Kevin: "Why, yes, and I also heard he did some excellent voice work for Aku in Samurai Jack."
Gwen: (Turns to Kevin) "Seriously, Aku is voiced by Mako, I didn't know that."
Ben: "You learn something new every day."
(The Camaro's headlights shine on another car in front of them: it looked like a black, old school automobile from the early 20th Century: black in color, and has a spare tire in the back)
Kevin: (About the Oldsmobile) "I thought that they stopped making things like that over 59 years ago."
(Suddenly, Kevin notices that there are three other cars behind them: each one bearing red on one side and blac
Earth 2275- Chapter One Part 1Earth 2275
Chapter One: Beginnings
(An explosion is heard, prison guards rush down a passageway carrying firearms)
PG 1: Quickly, Warden Breaker doesnt want anyone to escape. (The Prison Guards run to a balcony overlooking a Mess Hall, many of the prisoners are rioting, and are shooting at other Prison Guards)
Prisoner 1: Come on, bring a piece of it! (Shoots at one of the Prison Guards)
PG 1: Make sure to find Prisoner 50u74; if hes still in his cell.
PG 2: (Salutes) Yes sir! (Runs off down a corridor)
(Down the corridor: a prisoner is sitting on a bed in his cell, his dirty, red baseball cap lies over his face, his name is Had, 31-years old and his crimes are unknown: even to the prison guards that are assigned to him)
Had: (Hears someone coming down the way, and slightly lifts up his cap with his thumb) Huh? (PG 2 reaches his cell, and looks inside)
PG 2: Good, youre still here. (Pu
Marco X Reader: Flames of A PhoenixCelebratory cheers were heard, ringing out across the deck of the Moby Dick as every ship division and its commanders gathered on the main ship, downing barrels of sake in thick wooden mugs with their great father, Whitebeard.
You were among everyone of course, celebrating the great win against some random, but formidable pirate gang that dared oppose you. Happening a mere ten minutes ago, doing your usual work on one of the ships, it was suddenly attacked by some outrageous outlaws. Sadly for them, it was the ship managed by the first division commander, Marco. The man you were proud to be working closely with, powers matching equally when fighting by each other’s side. Not counting his devil fruit ability of course. That put him on a whole new level. The random battle taking place, a few injuries happened here and there, but overall, you caused a serious amount of deaths, as well as Marco, wiping out every sly shit that thought they could take down the first division alongside
BBW Rainbow DashSighing in boredom and flicking another strand of her rainbow colored hair from her eyes, Rainbow Dash droned on punching in numbers on her computer; taking another quaff of her cup of coffee. Working a desk job was the last thing she ever expected to do with her life, especially with all the sports scholarships she received during high school. The highlight of her life was when she signed on to her favorite women's football (soccer) team and put on her jersey. The following month proceeded to fill her with elation as she got to know her team and shined among them during practice. Things unfortunately went south come game time however, as the true face of the whole organization revealed itself. She could handle the trash talking from other teams, as she allowed her skills to speak for themselves; making her opponents eat their own words as she dealt with them on the field. But it was the sheer amount of underhandedness that went on with other teams and her own, that truly began
There Must Be Hundreds of Stories Like This I was clipping my toenails when Oscar told me- "the end times are here!" -to which I said nothing. It was enough trouble clipping those nails. But Oscar kept yelling it, so I gave up and transferred attention to Oscar, my kid brother. I asked him why he thought so, and had to tell him twice to quiet down. He likes to be really loud. I don't.
"Come look, Jim!" he yelled. "There's a glacier in our street and it has a fire inside!"
Since a girl who I liked at school moved nearby, I went outside and looked around often, like now.
How about that, the kid was right! At least about the glacier. Other folks were outdoors looking, too, with a lot of gawking and murmuring. Only Oscar shouted, but he shut up with my punch to his shoulder. The glacier was very tall and blue-white, with a fire burning inside the length of it. The fire was amazing, fractured into a million tiny fires by the ice. And the ice stopped at the intersection, as if ob
The Metamorphosis To A Monster
Nikki Davidson was fuming mad, it had been one of the worst days in her fairly young life, she’d only been alive for 20 years and already she’d seen her father get killed in front of her eyes, she’d left the only true friend she had in her life, Auld for a position in Space Patrol Delta, where she was the Blue Ranger up until a few hours ago where Commander Cruger relieved her of her duties for, apparently, “breeching SPD regulations”.
The hypocrisy was that the day she was relieved of her duties, Nikki heard that a new B-Squad had entered the SPD, she’d heard rumours that they all had some sort of genetic ability, then it hit Nikki like a bolt of lightning, she was a normal human being, apparently being skilled at hand-to-hand combat and being able to use any gun or sabre she had at her disposal wasn’t enough because the new team all had special abilities, they even had a new Omega Ranger, all of this was making Nikki want to puke, she wasn
Honesty To A Dear Friend
“Auld, I know that this isn’t the most important thing at the moment but could we, possibly, move up in the world because we’ve been here ever since we split away from Gruumm and there’s not a damn thing to do here!” whines Nikki Davidson as the renegade ex-SPD blue ranger was practicing her kicks in the way that a karate student did with their master watching, even though Nikki and Auld were equals and best friends, the blue armoured alien was always keen to drill his mentally unstable human best friend, and he wanted Nikki to put him through drills, as far as the two were concerned, they trained together, travelled together and tried to destroy SPD together.
The two mercenaries had been hiding out in a warehouse on the outskirts of New Tech City and the two had turned the wide-open warehouse into a sort of Headquaters for them, with Auld setting up a whole host of technology that would put Dr. Kat Manx, one of Nikki’s former friends in SPD, to sham
Being a Better Bad Guy: Entry 39When considering costumes, do your best to keep black (or very dark grey) as one of the accent colors.
60 For 60: The Naval TreatyA/N: ...it seemed rather a piquant thing to us to chevy him about the playground and hit him over the shins with a wicket.
“I believe you used to play cricket with Percy,” said Miss Harrison as we strolled round the grounds.
I recalled stumps wielded on youthful shins and smiled weakly.
“Perhaps a friendly game with me?” she said.
It took two weeks to recover from my injuries. Miss Harrison turned out to be adept at what was later known as the googly.
CHR 103 - Assignment Three “You've all made your mockups, save for two, and today you're going to bind it to yourself and make your first two storage compartments, all at once. Once you've made those compartments, which may make a try or so, you'll move the spell on the clock hand to your own enhancer."
Darvenel was probably the only student residing in OtherWorlde who did not conduct magic.
He never really cared for it. He lived his life without it, and sorcery only proved to be a hassle. He’s drank wrong potions, been fired on, had a spell cast on him, even been cursed once. Magic, in his world, existed only to stop him from running. He ran his life on his legs, and he fought with his fists. Even when he confirmed that magic was a true feat, he still tried to avoid it as soon as possible.
So when the professor told them to transfer a spell from a clock hand to his own, Darvenel nearly fell out of his chair.
Despite his unnatural condition, Darvenel regarded himself with the abilit
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Friend and some of his Family
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Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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