Good news, I like to move it, move it. Bad News, nobody else does but some heavy girl.
Good news, I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico. Bad news, I don't own a car, and the forgoten-ever-since-that-dumb-sitcom cavemen ate the more famous Gecko.
I choose you, Magickarp! *throws pokeball out and a foul-smelling, goldfish with algae-infested scales appears instead* Use Splash! Magickarp is dead....he's been dead for four years now, give it up. He's not even really a Magickarp, you numbskull, you just named your goldfish Magickarp....and then it died after two weeks because you forgot it even existed until you noticed how murky its bowl was! I refuse to let some bold font tell me what to do. Now then, Use Splash Attack! *sighs* Magickarp goes bellyup instead OMG! Somebody get that vavaciously hot, pink haired nurse out here, now!
Okey Dokey then, the point of this hope-it-won't-be-copied-and-turned-into-another-spamzone-fad game, is to say something first that is good news, but then negatize(is that even a word?!) the Good news by saying something that would overpower the good news. I'll go first to demonstrate: Good news: I saw I now pronounce you Chuck and Larry last night with Adam Sandler and Kevin James, and I felt better about my step-uncle and the people that my religion hates. Not to mention it sort of toned down my homophobia a bit. Bad news: I literally saw, today in Publix, a little boy dressed like a girl. Black shirt with silver Butterfly patterns on it, and shorts. And I'm very sure it was a little boy dressed like a girl, because the kid was in the next check-out line over. Definately caused me to cock an eyebrow. But make sure yours is funny and not just plain out ackward. Funny like this: Good news, I survived the 400 pound guy named Burny falling onto my head. Bad news, he had Brocolli for lunch and let it biff before somebody with a forklift could get him off.
Good Lord, I just read myself.....some might consider that ackward...0o.. But anyway, I like how you introduced me and Shades(The user....wow...that's going to get confusing along the road...xD). I sort of sounded nerdy getting into a karate pose, but the fact I'm not really a nerd and the fact I wear Hollister makes it not seem so geeky. Can't wait to hear more about Base and Rif!
I actually did this practically a month ago, but had no way to post it on the forums until I resized it useing imageshack. Materials used: Colored Pencils, charcoal(For the mane) Picture: Got the basic idea of Scar's face: View attachment 1772 Got the basic idea of Scar's body: View attachment 1773 CNC please, this took alot of work.
Cool! I'm already on ze list! Would it be too much to ask if I could help out a bit and just write a few of the chapters for Sebastian Keaton? (In chron, my name's going to be Sebastian Keaton, Base Sebastian is getting a little old being used constantly. However, Sebastian can be shortened into Base. Keaton is my stepfather's mother's maiden name, which is Southern Irish. So a Italian/Irish Name,....xD) I just really want to be a part of this in some way. I mean, you can still write Sebax, because you do him way better than me...(Envy) If it's cool, I'm going to do a continuation of the chapter I gave you nearly a week ago. It'll take place in Orlando Airport, but on a much large scale than what you did for Rick, Cian, and Kay. When I say larger scale, you just did the outside, I'm going to take it inside and almost all around, because I've been going to Orlando Airport since I was a little kid and go there almost everytime English friends of my Grandparents come into or go out of the country to Whales. I'm Floridian and a movie enthusist, I'll try to keep to the whole Disney World Californian/Orlando planet you've set up, and I'll try to keep in the tradition of useing famous movie quotes. So, you just gotta ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk? Is definately one I'll have to squeeze in if you let me write some chapters for....well....quite literally.....me...in the story....xD Here's the first chapter I wrote so far. I can trust you guys reading it, because come on, you guys are writers too. *WARNING! WARNING! BELOW ARE SPOILERS! READ AT OWN RISK!!* Evening was falling on a small suburb, the Floridian sky turning greyish-blue, fire sirens blareing from somehwere down near the mainroad. In this small culdesac, a flat-screen computer came back to life, nimble fingers practically danceing along the keyboard as the user was able to get onto the internet. In the address bar, he quickly put in "kh-vids", the only place where the teen user felt he could talk, write, and from time to time, share his opions with others. In the small computer room, the sounds of National Treasure blared from the speakers, the movie playing on a seperate window on the computer. Balancing the movie with the Internet, the user known only as BaseSebastian, signed on and took a look at the one area he always checked, but was useually distained to find empty, his PM notification, in the top-right corner of the screen. But instead of finding it at "0", he instead saw a bold 1. Hopeing it wasn't another infraction notice from RoxasvsRikum, when he clicked it, however, the unread message was titled, "Prigioniero da creazione". "What the heck?" Base asked himself, not understanding why the writer had decided to write the subject in a different language. Instead of opening it right away, Base clicked on the "new tab" button of the Internet explorer, and brought up Dictionary.com's translator. Haveing taken a class in Italian once, and recognizing the style of the phrasing in the title, just not understanding what it meant, he selected "Italian to English", then typed in the first word, Prigioniero. Waiting patiently, the translation came up, "Captive". Not a good sign..., Base thought to himself as typed in the third word, already knowing "da" meant "from".....and for some odd reason, the page decided not to be its usual fast-showing self, and instead took an entire two minutes to show. Finally, Base inwardly groaned, faceing the screen, his eyes then growing wide from confusion. The translation for creazione meant, creation. "And what in God's name does that mean? Captive from Creation?" Base asked himself aloud. Did it mean somebody was haveing a hard time writing a story and couldn't come up with any plot points? He was always offering his help in those cases, which usually never came. He wouldn't let a shot like this pass him by, so he eagerly brought back kh-vids, and clicked the unread message. Inside it read: ~Oh thank the maker, this blood bath is going to feel so good on my heartless veins,~ "Not a very good opening...messing with a C-3PO line like that?" Base stated sarcastically, reading further. ~Thanks to some helpful allies of mine, I've escaped that dome prison you call a mind, and made a new life for myself on a different world. This may Sound Egressing for you, But, that's All the more eXhilerating for me. I've got that psedou-family of yours, practically under my thumb, and I'm helping to REAP, the benEfits of theiR miSery. The World Elevates my plans to Walk among those with hearts, SavvY? If, by any means, you want to help your friends out of this mess, don't think of this a trap, mouse.~ Base finished the entire message with bewildermet, confused by what the sender meant. Obviously, he wasn't being asked for help, he was being told to help others, by somebody who claimed to escape....his mind? Whoever this freak was, he needed to learn how type without randomly pressing ctrl-B all the time. And if he wanted base to show up so much, why didn't this nut tell him where to go? Just then, the movie was starting back over, the ending haveing passed while he had gone to dictionary.com and read the message and tried to figure it out. "The legend writ, the stain affected. The key in Silence undetected. Fifty-five in Iron pen, Mr. Matlack can't offend, it's a code..." Said the familiar voice of Nicholas Cage as Ben Gates, haveing just found the hidden ship Scarlett. Base Slaps his face with his own hand, finally understanding the bold letters, and what they meant. Thus, he reached for a pen and paper, and wrote down all of the letters as they appeared in the message. From it, he got the words, "Sebax", "Reapers", and "TWEWY". Also, he figured "Pseduo-family" had to relate to a forum family he was part of, and one he considered closest to him. The writers family, one he was particular of out of the few families he had signed up for, was most likely the meaning behind that part. Sebax? That was the name of the Nobody character he had created when he had first signed onto kh-vids, but he wasn't real, so it was obviously a poser. "Reapers?" Grim Reaper, death, or something...? That was something not so easy to decipher, so he skipped it for now and went to TWEWY. That he knew what it meant, the entire forum had been raveing about it for a while know, some game he had never played called the "The World Ends With You." Still needing to figure out what a reaper was, Base took a chance and brought up Wikipedia, typing in the name of the game, and scrolling the article until he found anything. In little time, he found it, "The Reapers, a group of people who force people into games, with the risk of erasure if they do not complete the task in a set time-limit." So this at least made some sense, all of it haveing to do with some game. The only part he couldn't figure out was where he was supposed to go. bringing the PM back onto screen, Base prepared his computer with the task of permanently deleting the stupid spam message, and get on with his life. But then, by pure happenstance, his mouse did that stupid thing where it double clicked and moved the cursor. So instead of deleting the message, it instead highlighted the words. Peeved just a bit at his always untrustful mouse, he was about to steadily click delete and try that again, just when his hazel eyes met with words at the very last stanza of the message. In the classic "White color type trick", were the words, "Orlando Airport, they'll know who you are." Base gazed at the revelealed phrase and gulped. He figured now where he had to go, but who exactly were "They" who would know him? He looked out the window, darkness now settled on the entire Sunshine state. Whatever he had to do at the airport, he had to do tomorrow, after a good nights rest. Closeing all of the applications and turning the computer off, Base began to wonder what mess had just fallen into his lap.
Why people wish to poke fun at people with ADHD and ADD, I'll never know. Those same people who wish to poke fun at others, I wish could personally give a swift kick to, due to the fact I have had several friends with ADD and ADHD, and they were/are really cool people. In fact, it's around them I have the most energy due to that unstable "sponge" personality I have...xD Also, aside from the whole Bipolar/numerous-personality disorder theory surrounding me aforementioned, it may also have to do with the fact I never really had a father figure until late in life. That's to say, boys usually aquire the personality of their father, and that personality becomes almost the same way as the boy grows into an adult, the same thing with mother and daughter relationships. I had no personality to copy as a kid, so I might have developed that weird curse/gift I always talk about. Trival, I'm still Nicholas Cage as Ben Gates in National Treasure, just so you guys know.
Obama, whether his true motives are good or not, he has given many people hope, a hope which has fired all around the nation. As prior stated, my mom has a Peurto Rican friend who has been given a possibility of becoming President in the future. And yes, Peurto Ricans could run for President by law, due t the fact Peurto Rico and Guam are both U.S territories, but we allow them their own freedoms and govenments. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. xD Likely, due to Obama's Democratic policies, there will most likely be Gay marriages peppered all around the nation,(Something I don't totally support, but I don't say it's "not God's way" either.) Definately more tolerancies of interracial marriages,(Something I really do support myself, although I'd probably never marry a black girl. Strictly and kindly speaking, just not my type), and numerous other things considering freedom of religion. Who knows, maybe the stupid onslaught will finally stop against the Christian and Catholic communities because Obama's some branch of Christian. Which, I can't keep in mindset for some odd reason. If anybody could tell me, feel free to.
xD Always a possibility....
Okkkkkkaaaaay....mah bad. But still, my next prediction was that: What? falls off a cliff and somehow miracously survives. Although severly messed pants are involved when he hits the ground.
He was in fact Secretary of State under George Washington from September 26, 1789 – December 31, 1793, and later Vice President to John Adams in 1797. He was also an ambassador to France. So he was SoS in the 18th century, Vice President in the same century, and President in the 19th. Plus, you totally ignored my predication!
1801 and 1815 were in the 19th century! Anyway, fine, I'll predict something more modern: I predict What? will fall off a cliff and somehow survive. I also predict messed pants will be involved when he hits the ground and lives.
I predict that in 1801, Thomas Jefferson will be elected president, and that Aaron Burr will be Vice-President! I also predict John Carroll, the first Archbishop of Maryland and the entire reason there is religious freedom in America, will die on December 3, 1815! How do I do that?!?!
513 posts and counting! Whoot! And wow, it sure did take me a while to get there...0o..Almost a month....Man, if WFG was on more, he'd probably be to 5,000,000,000,000,000 in that time.
That's one thing I have to say is right! Why do we hate the President when it's a majority of the Bush Administrastion that screws up in Bush's name. I even think some of them are either corrupt Republicans trying to remove the Republican Party, or corrupt Democrats trying to do the same. I mean, doesn't it seem a little weird that whenever we bash Bush, we're bashing something that was actually more infulenced by the Adminisstration? Isn't it a little odd that every time Bush does something stupid elsewhere, The Press is always there somehow under Influence of the Administration. There's this book called Strategery By Bill Sammon, that actually tells about the good in Bush and the good in the Bush administration. I've only read a few chapters, but it's a great read. Bush ain't the worst President we've ever had, but The press and Bush's administration thinks it might be nice if we thought that, though.
A thing called logic, clear-thinking. Understanding, as alot of people call it. Out of it, but not all that out of it. He's Black, but White. The term "Oreo" is not one of my favorite terms, but it fits Obama. An excellent book by Bill Sammon titled Strategery, a well thought-out, tale of truth in our President. Republican, but yet there's alot of things I hate about conserveratism. I guess you could call me a "Liberal Republican", but you'd have to keep it quite, *Shush*.
Yup, some of the populace of the world has them, ranging from severe to not so much severe, but it's still a personality disorder. In my case, if I spend enough time around somebody, or if I watch a movie and my mind finds a character I similiar in any way to, I will instantly start acting like that person by the end of the day/movie. Most recently, it's been Ace Ventura from Ace Ventura, nature Calls, Aslan from Narnia:Prince Caspian, and now Ben Gates from National Treasure. I'm not quite sure if this is a gift or a curse, as I can't really control which character I become, and it forces me into varying moods that sometimes confuses people around me. Most likely it is due to a history of both Bipolarity on one side of my family, and some people in my family have had numerous-perosnality syndrome. I have a less severe case of both mixed together, as the mood swings almost instantly, but it's not always sad to angry, angry to sad, happy, to mad, happy to sad. If you or somebody you know has a personality Disorder, here is where you can say it.
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Exactly how hot is the date? I mean..*gets punched in the arm by humlity* Ow! Okay, Okay, I'd take the little dying girl...unless*Humility raises its fist once more* the President of Iran gets struck by lightening! *humility lowers its fist, but then Ahmadajab launches a nuke on me instead.*
