It certainly deserved that award I must say! Indeed, at least they may be able to achieve such a standard of correction, harhar.
I do not believe anyone wishes for a recreation of the Fall of Constantinople, sir! It is more general business which touches upon economics, international business, accounting, finance, running a business, and the like, but this particular section deals solely with the economics factor.
Someone please rescue me from this tempestuous slurry of economics.
Quite fine, and yourself sir?
There is absolutely nothing wrong with brushing your teeth with your significant other!
I wish my Austria was filled with a thousand Viennas.
CHAPTER 3 Part 1. Proto-star Shou stood, silent, pointing at the form of the great inky beast before him. What bravado! Here he was, challenging this unearthly abomination to a fight in his own domain. His face was obscured in the darkness of the cavern, but even in this deathly loneliness Shou fought to keep his facade. That was what Shou considered himself as, yes – an impulsive fighter. Yet in this alien territory he continued his incessant psychological struggle. His struggle with both the environment and the inhuman serpentine figure that was slowly moving towards him. The poor boy was still frozen in his place – frozen from fear; frozen from the disappearance of the only company he had; frozen from his isolation. He saw only a ghastly darkness around him, interrupted only by the slight static flickering of the patches on the walls. His eyes were sore and just a tad blurry, darting in every direction but unable to visually grasp one particular object, as if this realm did not even belong within the mundane dimensions of humanity. He felt that he was drowning and helpless, with only a limited handful of his senses to guide him, despite his small feet anchoring him to the ground. And all in this mental encapsulation the snakelike creature began to slither ever closer to Shou. It moved in a peculiar manner – at first glance, Shou attempted to note, the being did indeed move with a slithering motion. But after staring at the creature for a good few moments, one would conclude that the slithering was an optical trick of sorts. The entire creature was “off†in its movements – what appeared at first to be slithering was in fact a bending of the space around it, or at least that was the best Shou could mentally describe it. It was unconventional and abnormal. When Shou became aware of it – a sudden click in his mind – the strangeness of what he perceived through his eyes to be a bending of reality itself as movement, conducted by a creature heading after himself, liquified in rising fear and dread. The hair on the back of Shou's neck stood on end. Shou was in a daze. Was this a dream? Was this actually happening? It couldn't be happening – no, oh god, no, why was this happening. Why was this happening? Shou was still frozen. All he was able to do was think in his fear. His facade of determined bravery received a slight crack, and his sprightly grimace contorted into an imperfection just a tad. The creature bared its gleaming white fangs. A whole row of jagged teeth, white as pearls, providing a malevolent, ghastly light in the darkness that blinded Shou by its suddenness. He was able to close his eyes, finally edging his body slowly away from the creature, arms cast in front of himself in an attempt to understand what space was around him. Shou heard the creature let out an unearthly cry. “...ccCCchhChshHCzzzzzCschhhsHHRRRRRCcccCHcckeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeZcshhhCHSK...†Shou instantly placed a protective hand to his skull. Dear god. He felt as if the jagged spikes surrounding him had pierced his mind for a brief moment. Shou felt the noise as a combination of loud static, microphone feedback, and the nerve-twisting sound of nails scraping upon a chalkboard. His head began to throb, and he let out a slow moan in pain. Slowly opening his eyes, now adjusted to the bleak light, he was able to see his surroundings more clearly. Yet even here, his eyes could not concretely settle upon the form of a single object. It was as if this odd cavern was built in this manner. This particular section of the cave was rather large and circular. The black walls were covered with a large amount of strange voids and niches that appeared to be holes in reality itself, and were the source of the odd static snow that was now dormant in this penumbra. Enormous crystalline spikes of a hexagonal nature thrust out of the walls, ceiling, and floor, the same jet tincture as the rest of the room, as if everything blended into a blurry and dark Impressionist piece. The centre of the room rose to a slight pedestal, in front of which waited the snakelike monster and its twisted Cheshire grin in the blank nihil. Shou was not able to discern any other details of this hellscape, but that did not bother him. He was already filled partway with a viscous dread and a desire to somehow escape this eldritch horror. Of course, Shou could not completely identify the creature in itself – he only had its horrific grimace to pinpoint by. The creature was definitely serpentine in form; snakelike; ghastly; yet, it seemed as much a part of the dismally caliginous scenery. In fact, Shou realized, he had only discerned its serpentine form from its movements. Shou was aghast, but at this time, he gained enough impulsive courage to realize he was to do something, regardless of the consequences. The creature lunged with a ferocious velocity. Shou was caught off guard. At first, he attempted to run, but was rammed partway into one of the larger hexagonal spikes. For a moment, he felt an agonizing pain as the creature contacted him – it was as if he was hit by a combination of sharp, penetrating needles and a harsh chemical burn. But it lasted only a moment, and Shou quickly rolled sideways to kick his shoe off towards the serpentine creature. He saw it land hard on the creature's head, but it appeared to have only rebounded and distracted him ever so slightly. This was Shou's chance. Without thinking, he grabbed a handful of stones and pebbles from the ground and carried them in his arms, interchangeably stumbling and running towards the other side of the large chamber. He backed himself behind the larger spikes and began to edge around the room, throwing the stones one by one with an unconscious mechanical motion. Shou, of course, was still horrendously fearful, but he simply went with his inner instinct. The stones, however, did not have any effect on the enormous creature. It let out another ghastly shriek, baring its grin, and Shou was paralyzed by the noise, falling to the ground, bumping his head on one walls and dropping the small stones all around his being. His vision blurred eve more so, and all he could notice in the increasing darkness was something that he had not viewed before – the odd, white-chalked pictographs and images of odd shapes that adorned this part of the chamber. But, god damnit, the creature was moving closer and closer and closer. Shou's breath gained a slightly raspy tinge and his hope turned hollow. His eyes were teary. Immediately, the serpent elongated itself to meet its head and mouth directly with Shou's fearful face. He could not speak. He could not even whisper. His breaths were shaky. He was frowning. His eyes began to dart around again, looking for something – something, to grasp onto, and there – indeed – he was able to pick out the form of Maya by the hallway on the other side of the room, curled up and peaceful. No, I am not doing this just for myself, y'know. I'm doing this to save the others - Shou felt slithering tentacle forms reach his ankles. The agonizing sting returned, and it put Shou in a slight shock. Agh! God damnit. No. Damnit. Doing this for my friends. I am doing this to save Chi and even Maya too - He was immediately ripped off the ground, and he was held swaying by the ankles for a moment. The burns began to grab a greater emotional and psychological hold on him, as if they were reaching his mind and heart. Agh! “Ahhhhhh!†I- uh, bah! Friends. Have to save them. Screw this god damn pain, I have to- agh, damnit. Save Chi. Shou's movements began to become more lethargic as the pain increased, and he was slammed forcibly against the wall. He closed his eyes. Ah! No no no no no no no, have to oh god save- oh my god someone help me. Chi, have to- His breaths grew more raspy. He tasted blood. Save Chi and Maya save Chi Maya save save ah god damnit this hurts save save save save save save save He held his hand to his heart, and his singular thoughts melted into a foam of rambling nonsense as he let out a final, incomprehensible scream, heard by nothing. But to Shou, the pain had stopped. He opened his eyes, and he was startled to see everything petrified in a strange greyscale. He was still pinned against the wall, and he could not turn his head away from it to see the rest of the room. What he was thus able to notice on the wall itself, however, was a rather peculiar drawing. It was a crude drawing of a heart, with an arrow that pointed directly to a key. Shou had absolutely little idea what this image represented. Perhaps the insane doodlings of this cave's former inhabitants? The only other image Shou was able to see was a very crude drawing of onion-domed buildings with dancing, coloured-in stick figures. Beyond this, Shou felt nothing. Shou was barely conscious or aware of himself. It was then that he heard a strange noise. Footsteps. Footsteps, in this strange cavern? Shou could barely hear or sense any such thing, but he heard the dim remnants of a low, slightly hollow voice. “Please stay placid, Shou. Everything is perfectly grand.†“Keep your hand to your heart.†“When I snap my fingers, you are going to move your hand away from your heart. This is not a prediction nor a favour – it is something that will happen.†The footsteps soon stopped, and there was a characteristic snap of fingers. Time ceased its petrification. Shou, absolutely startled by the invigorated feeling, attempted to whirl around, bringing his hand away from his heart, but what happened instead directly caught him off guard. As if drawn straight out of the air in front of his chest after pulling away his hand, a large keyblade slowly began to materialize in scintillating shards of light, which in its creation immediately bisected one of the strange black tentacles. Shou fell to the ground with a thud. The creature squealed in pain. Shou witnessed this, and instinctively, lunged after the creature with his new found weapon and his new found courage. The serpent attempted to lunge at him in the tar-like darkness again, but this time Shou was ready. He held out the keyblade in front of him, and as the creature approached he swung directly in a sideways strike. The keyblade drove partly through the shadowy creature, and Shou immediately retreated. He still had little idea how to actually fight, sadly. “I have some baseball practice,†He whispered to himself. “Should be the same thing, probably, right?†Shou sidestepped unsuccessful grabs and lunges by a barrage of tentacles with a quick, athletic grace, slashing at them and reducing them to withering, evaporating puddles of a blood-like sable substance. The serpentine creature let out a low growl and another squeal, and again lunged at Shou with an open mouth. Shou, lifting his keyblade to his shoulders and behind his head, quickly stepped to the side and let off a powerful strike to the side of the creature's skull the minute it came near. It ripped through the murky skin of the creature, and sent it flying across the room in a high-pitched, discordant shriek. “H-home run!†Shou exclaimed with a lack of breath. He could not believe he was actually doing so well. It seemed rather unreal. Almost dreamlike. Shou immediately strode across to the other side of the room. The serpentine creature rose up again and snapped at the boy, but Shou was able to deflect the gnashing teeth with slight difficulty. Shou sped forward to the side of the creature and smashed downward on its body, startling it with pain and shock. The creature forgave the loudest shriek thus far. The chamber shook morosely. Shou was paralyzed yet again for a moment, but his resurgent confidence continued to give him his courage. The voids along the walls immediately lit up in their images of static snow, and with another screech from the creature the black tentacles jumped out of the static patches from all directions, moving rapidly towards Shou. With confidence, he moved around in a circle, slashing and cutting any that came too close to him with his rough handling of the keyblade. However, the creature then lunged at him again and thrust Shou towards another spike. Shou stumbled and collapsed, and the large, elongated black spike snapped and fell with a bang onto his keyblade, trapping it. The serpent suddenly grew to an immense size, larger than even before, and immediately charged directly towards Shou's head. Shou attempted to wrench his keyblade out, to no avail. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and let go of his keyblade, using his hand as a protective bulwark a split second before the creature came into contact, but before Shou could even realize, he heard another ghastly cry emit from the creature. Opening his eyes again, he viewed the keyblade in his outstretched, protective hand, dripping with the shadowy ink, and the huge serpentine creature slowly shrinking as the black substance spewed forth from a great hole in its head. The umbric liquid from the key dripped onto Shou's bare foot, and the agonizing burning shot his senses for a moment. He noticed, however, that the key had somehow teleported from beneath the spike to his hand. Shou slowly lifted himself up. The creature, now smaller and minuscule, was writhing on the ground. Shou marched towards the creature, and lifted his keyblade, ready to impale it. Finally, Shou had finished the battle. He paused briefly for a sigh of relief, but was interrupted. The small creature had emitted another disorienting cry, unexpected for its size, and with a rough nudge it pushed Shou back to the ground. It elongated itself into a wormlike form and moved towards a patch of static with a rapid speed, diving into it. Shou looked with widened eyes. What in the hell was that thing? He glanced back to his keyblade, now having a chance to look at its details. It was various shades of blue, curved in a number of places, and was dotted with shining silver stars. The end of the key was adorned with a large golden star surrounded by a spiked half-circle, and the grip was framed with two symmetrical comet shapes. Shou traced his vision to the end of the keychain, which bore a bright crimson star. Shou was immensely curious. Where did this keyblade appear from? What, in fact, was the entire ordeal with the footsteps and the finger snap, and that strange voice? Without that voice, he would probably not be alive – but then again, was it his own instinctual decision to move his hand, or was it influenced by that voice's command? Perhaps it was simply a dream, but questions still lingered within the boy's mind. It had generated directly from Shou slowly moving his hand away from his heart. In fact, Shou had noticed that the fear and dread that had gripped him in its carnivorous talons began to slowly disappear when he had continued to pull his hand away from his chest. But Shou's line of thinking ceased with an ear-splitting reverberation from the walls themselves. The chamber again began to shake, and a few crystalline ceiling spikes descended to the ground. Shou jumped still in a bit of a daze, immediately realizing that Maya was unprotected. He stumbled over to her by the hallway, keyblade in hand, as another reverberation shook the room. What in the world was that? “Maya! Maya!†Shou cried, wishing to simply see another human in this dark and horrendous cavern. He held two fingers to the base of her neck, and felt a pulse. Shou sighed with relief. A third and even greater reverberation shook the chamber, and Shou felt it in his bones – it shook him slightly, blurring his vision and landing him a slight headache. He attempted to look around for the possible source, but it was as if the noise emitted from the walls themselves. Spikes continued to drop from the ceiling with cracking, thunderous breaks. Stopping his glance at one of the patches of static – flickering in and out of life – a realization struck him that returned the iron grips of fear and dread. “H-holy – no, oh my god. Chi!†What about Chi?! But he was cut off as he received a sharp blow to the head, which knocked him unconscious. Shou's vision and mind became dark, and he fell on top of an unconscious Maya as the blunt spike that had hit him rolled off to the floor, his head resting on her stomach. ATUHOR'S NOSE: Spoiler [video=youtube;RPUXsqshayk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPUXsqshayk[/video] [video=youtube;0p0IbHYMOxM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0p0IbHYMOxM&feature=fvsr[/video] Listening to Credens Justitiam on repeat for four hours send one's mind flying when writing scenes. The particular creature in question, as one may note, holds a certain static motif. Part 1 of Chapter 3 introduces the first part of this creature's motif. Part 2 shall cover the rest. Yes, the keyblade in question has appeared before in the games. Let the speculation commence! This is a very short auther note, as the conclusion of Chapter 3 shall have the world-building expositio you may enjoy.* * = you may not exactly enjoy the world-building exposition but it is still present for perusal! Spoiler Shou has always been a fan of the magical girl sports genre. It is where he learned all of his suave tricks for capturing the ladies' hearts such as randomly landing his head on their stomachs apparently.
Yet another poor, innocent mind has been stolen by the dastardly thief KH-Vids.net.
*double pistols and a wonk* And suddenly I realize that I am missing a part of my head and begin a subsequent mental breakdown.
Is anyone familiar with how exactly to traverse the sewer level? Andy continutally glitches out when reaching a certain point and the game begins playing that Communist propaganda song on repeat. It is quite clear the creators did not clean up the game on release.
Why are you such an amazing person. This is beautiful. Thank you.
(Endorsed by Luxord) Per observations, it is certainly the members that would be noted to make up a general online community – their interactions, events, and especially discussions are the primary driving factors of the life of the forum itself. In these outlines, however, each member may be thus held to be a unique individual of sorts – contributory to the general benefit and quality of the forum through their own unique positions. Out of these, it may be held that the member Amaury – though at times treated in a satirical fashion due to his specific methods of interactions with the community – has shown a great deal of positive development towards the forum in itself, as an individual, through the practices he has conducted numerous times. As a result, the community as a whole has benefited through a positive growth, and shall continue to do so – especially by the continued presence of the member Amaury. Moral support and development is a necessity for most communities of such individual folk – and though the member Amaury has been observed to be taken with slight satire, the optimism held by this particular individual and his extensive degree of moral support for other individuals of the forum has, as a whole, lightened the community and shall continue to do so. Amaury's positive attitude towards various topics – be they artistic critique, suggested ideas, and even humourous quips which may or may not even be at his expense at times – has strayed the discussions of the community away from the negative abyss of flame wars and trolling, and has instead kept a high standard and quality of conversation that is appreciated throughout the boards in themselves. Along with this factor, Amaury has shown immense and positive support for the staff members of the KH-Vids Forum – if under-appreciated at certain moments, it is but a guarantee that the individual Amaury shall be present to distribute positive feedback towards the aforementioned staff members. Such also includes higher consideration for the staff for the intense effort they continue to input in continuing to be certain that the KH-Vids.Net forum remains clean and holds a high conversational standard. As a result, the moral support of Amaury continues to benefit the forum in such a manner. The presence of the individual Amaury has also continued to set a standard of set goals and general determination. From the inception of Amaury's presence in the observed community, the individual has held a very specific goal of effectively and quickly reaching the appreciative goal of one thousand posts - a cultural landmark amongst the community of the KH-Vids Forum, signified by "premiumhood". This determination and factor of holding a set goal is a standard that is presumed to be held not only with any such individual member on the forum but any individual human being - a determination, outright, and set goals. Indeed, without such goals and the determination to drive one's self towards their completion human beings shall stay apathetic and there shall be a lack of direct individual and collective progression. Amaury's standard of determination in the face of any harrowing despair and direct goals is a factor that is reflected in the other individual members of KH-Vids, and assists in providing a set standard for others to continue their own individual quests in thesmselves. The observational powers of the attentive individual member Amaury have been noted to be rather astounding in themselves - the individual holds a great deal of perceptive sense to his mind, and as a result ordinarily mundane factors and topics are brought to light, expanded upon, and duly noted by the associate members related. This, however, serves to assist in bringing to light important methods in which the forum may improve as such, which is only achieved through the factor of observation and acute noting of details. Amaury holds such a factor in great amounts and as a result the forum shall be able to benefit from such a general skill. As a result, the individual Amaury of the KH-Vids.net forum has been greatly observed - in immaculate detail - to be a member whose general skills, abilities, and personality add a positive benefit to the forum. It is hoped that such a member as Amaury, in the near future, shall gain a generally greater position to extend the factor of his general abilities to various other parts and sections of the forums. An emulation of Amaury is, thus, an emulation of a handful of the qualities that may make an individual a positive benefit to society, and a bastion of excellent human qualities in general.
Oh my goodness this is beautiful and amazing and beautifully amazing. Thank you with a thousand thank yous, beezygee!
A coal mine.
Merry Christmas Mike! PRESENT PART I: Spoiler PRESENT PART II: Spoiler http://www.mediafire.com/?anwtbw3t5bu97as PRESENT PART III: Spoiler
Twas the night before Christmas, when in the site we infer, Not a member was stirring, not even Zter. The rep boxes were hung by the profiles with care, In hopes that Tienewman soon would be there. The members were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Plums' tales danced in their heads. And Misty in her ‘kerchief, and RvR in his cap, Had just logged out for a long winter’s nap. When out in the Spam Zone there arose such a clatter, I logged on quite quickly to see what was the matter. Away to the new thread I flew like a plane, Read quickly the new posts and saw those that remained. The moon on the breast of the new-posted words Gave the lustre of NobodiesReprieve to things seen and heard. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny staff deer. With a little old driver, so lively with kin, I knew in a moment it must be Tienewman. More rapid than Amaury's posts his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! "Now Wolfie! now, Stardust! now, Claw and Forsaken! On, Chevy! On, Sabby! on, on Jayn and Ienzo! To the top of the thread! to the top of the board! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away!" He roared. As insulting posts that before the wild flame war fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the thread-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of rep, and Tienewman too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard the sounds of these ghosts The prancing and lol-ing of each little post. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down into my profile Tienewman came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with spam and soot. A bundle of rep he had flung on his back, And he looked like an adbot, just opening his pack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his avatar how merry! His text was like roses, his signature like Cherry's! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and an attitude to like, That appeared when he spoke, like mixt and Mike! He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old sir, And I laughed when I saw him, as nice as the Coders! A wink of his avatar and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He typed not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings, then turned with a smirk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, out of my profile he rose! He sprang to his sleigh, to the staff gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the flight of a missile. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, "Merry Christmas to KH-Vids, and to KH-Vids a good-night!"
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Oh my goodness I find this adorable, thank you so much madam and a merry christmas to you! I have a present in store for you as well, which I...
