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The Dragonborn ComesIt was a cold snowing day in Windhelm not unlike many others days in Skyrim. The city was bustling with people going about their daily routine. A woman clad in Iron armor with horns in her helmet walked through the main gate and into Candleharth Hall. The loud talking quickly quitted as she entered the main hall.
"Is that her..." people murmured "...is that Kairi Septim, the Dragonborn."
She sat down at the bar and took off her helmet and put it on the bar table, reveling her hair, shoulder length and red like the fires of Oblivion.
"It is her..." others muttered
"What will it be tonight?" the barkeep asked her.
"Do you have Argoian Ale?" Kairi asked
"That stuff Illegal here." the Barkeep replied
"That wasn't what I asked" Kairi replied back.
The barkeep smiled and reached under the counter. "I have this stuff here that has no label," he replied with a smile as he poured a glass. "I have no idea what it is but I'm sure it will suffice."
"Hay Milk-drinker" a shout came from across the h
Minecraft: Endermen's Story.
My name is !@#$%& but you may call me Atom. Let me tell you the story of my people whom you call the Endermen for this may be the last chance I have to tell it.
In an age many milliumns ago, before the ago or Men or even the Enderman, there was the Herobrine, the Shaper of the World. He taught the seas to roar. He taught the Sun to shine, the snow to fall, He told the mountains to reach for the sky and, He shaped the world out of the void in the darkness. He created the Endermen as his servants. And we served him faithfully until one day he told us it was time to go but soon another one come to take his place.
We waited patiently for the new Herobrine to appear, and one day such a man appeared. However his heart was petty and cruel. He opened the first Neither-Portals in which the first of what then humans called Mobs entered the world. And he used us to enslave the humans. Eventually his evil was put down and he was caste into the Neither.
It was finally time to go home It was finally time to go home for the day. I made my way to the busses.
“Yen” Kyle shouted.
I turned looked at him and smiled. “Hey”
“Hey I was hopping I would find you before you left.” He said. “How do you get home?”
“I uhmm...ride the bus.” I said
“That sounded so pathetic.” I said to myself.
“Well I have a car if you want a ride.” Kyle said.
“Uhmm...okay sure...I guess...” I said as I gave a bit of a nervous smile.
This guy was almost a stranger to me but for some reason I felt like I could let my guard down for him, I almost felt like I could trust him.
We walked over to his car. He opened the door for me, and I got into the car. The ride for the most part was quite but not an awkward sort of quite it was just relaxing for lack of a better term. Apparently we had the same choice of music as every song that played on the radio seemed to be on my music player. We even
Yo don't know your beautiful Ch2.It was finally lunch time I grabbed a tray and quickly made my way to an empty table. I sat down and started eating.
"Is this seat taken?" I heard a boy's voice say. I looked up and saw it was the guy from earlier.
I shrugged as I glanced up at him. I wasn't used to talking to anybody much a guy.
He sat down at the chair across from me. I just stared at him for a few seconds wonder what he wanted from me.
"Look I think we got off on the wrong foot," he said finally breaking the silence. "My name is Kyle Knight."
"Yen…" I said "Yen Li"
"Yen, that a pretty name." He said.
"What do you want?" I shouted at him for no apparent reason.
"I just new around here" He said "and I'm just looking for a few friends that's all"
I let out a sigh and said "I'm sorry I'm just having a bad day that all."
That's when one on the girls from earlier walked up. "Awe look," she said, "Little Yen got herself a boyfriend."
I was so embarrassed, “Go away.” I said almo
You don't know you're beautiful Ch1You don't know you're beautiful:
If only you saw what I can see,
you'd understand why I want you so desperately,
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,
You don't know you're beautiful,
--One Direction - You Don't Know You're Beautiful
It was the first day of school. Its not that I didn't like school, I just didn't like dealing with some of the people that I had class with. I never felt like I really belonged here. I usually hung out by myself ate lunch by myself, and pretty much just really kept to myself. The only time I really stood out is when one of the girls would pull some sort of prank on me or something like that.
I got off the bus and headed into the main building and over to my locker.
"Hey Yen" shouted someone in the distance.
"Shit…" Ithought to myself "Could I not at least get to Homeroom before dealing with them?"
It was a group of girls, The stuck up brats that didn't seem to have anything better to do then to make fun of me. Their
An Observation: &ldquo;Saddam&An Observation: "Saddam's Sub Shop"
Many years ago I walked into a certain sub shop and ordered a sandwich. As I was going to pay, the manager asked me if I would be in tomorrow for their Tuesday deals. I told them that I would not be in the area tomorrow and that I might go into another location. The Manager responded "Oh you mean Saddam's [Sub shop]" I then informed him of two facts the ownership was not Muslim then were from India and that I would not be purchasing a sub from them this day or any other day for the foreseeable future.
I guess the obvious morals of this story is not to come too quickly to judgment and don't talk about things you have no clue about.
An observation: Shut your mouth Some time ago, I was at the local video game store as I usually am during my lunch break. While I was in their, a little child was pitching a fit usually this is easy to ignore, except for the fact that as he walked past me he shouted "I hate you" to his parents. This got to me as at this time I had recently lost my father. This got me thinking about things I said to people especially my father. The obvious point to this story is be careful what you say to someone. They might not be around for them to say you're sorry.
An Observation: Going out with ClassAn Observation: Going out with Class
I recently recalled about 6 years ago being laid-off from my job. Despite being completely blind-sided and angry to say the lest, I shook each of their hands and thanked them for the opportunity to work with them. About three months later I got a call from personal asking me to come back to work with them.
Their might of been other factors involved, but I believe the main reason they called me back is that I went out with class, and they remembered that when it came time to rehire.
An Observation: A Sister LostIts funny the way people can walk into and out of your life. Their once was this girl I met online.
At first I thought I had a crush on her, however we eventually ended up having a brother and sister relationship.
Then one day she just stopped talking to me, no rhyme, no reason. I saw her online again today for the first time in ages, thought I would say hi to her, no response, surprise.
Funny enough we never actually met, we would just talk online. yet somehow I still fell like I lost a sister.
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Nukid101's Top 30 Comic Book Films: 5 - 1
Hey everyone. Well here we are, the top 5! What are my personal top 5 comic book films? Let’s find out!
Nukid101’s Top 30 Comic Book Films: 5 – 1
5) Watchmen (2009)
Boy do I like the controversial ones, huh?
For many people the film adaptation of Watchmen is a travesty of a film that had the audacity to change things from the graphic novel with a certain big change to the ending. More than once I’ve even seen it on lists of ‘worst comic book films’.
I however think it’s a masterpiece, and a damn near perfect adaptation of the infamous graphic novel.
If I haven’t made it clear already, I know that adaptations are not considered good solely by how accurate they are to the source material. Films and comics are very different beasts, and the best comic book films have understood how to balance the changes films need whilst also sticking true to the comics. Watchmen is one such film; a film that truly brings the comic b
Everything Wrong With Thunderbirds-Opening narrative to explain the basis of the film’s source material cliché.
-The Thunderbirds are only called by their proper name International Rescue once in the film.
-The animated opening sequence is more kickass than the rest of the film.
-The film is meant to be a very loose prequel to the Thunderbirds series, but it decides to make Alan a stupid whiny and brainless doe-eyed moron rather than being a spirited, adventurous ex-motor racing champion.
-Caught daydreaming in class cliché.
-The drawing Alan did on Thunderbird #1 seems to be a bit off from the same rocket ship he spends most of time hanging around with.
-Sadistic teacher cliché.
-Alan seems to keep forgetting the number one rule of being part of International Rescue is that it is meant to be top secret, and yet keeps talking about it in public.
-Just because he is Brains’ son does not mean Fermat has to have the same characteristics.
-Also, what kind of name is “Fermat” for a chi
The Chaos Critic Rants about Fairly Odd ParentsOH man I have a lot to say here . . . this is going to take a long time, but at least I remember and know enough of this show to get things I find problematic with this show across. I also admit this review may get . . . picky, but hey, this show's gotten worse in years. I might do a top favorite of my episodes, but that's for another time. This is separate from my Spongebob reviews because I feel I'll get them mixed up if I do them together. I might just start calling them Chaotic Reviews, but I think someone else has that title. BUT, whatever . . . Butch Hartman and Nick own Fairly Odd Parents and I won't waste my breath on that. Please enjoy this riff!
What can I truly say about this show?
It had charm, class, and funny moments. It introduced the running gag to me, while introducing me to the concepts of rules, magic and conscience.
This show ruled.
The Fairly Odd Parents was originally a few shorts on a show calle
'Alien (1979)' Review Science fiction is first and foremost a genre of imaginative fiction, speculating about man or the universe around him. Some science fiction stories focus on the hopeful side of the universe and the belief in benevolent alien life. Many more stories, though, focus on the dangers of the universe and alien life. Alien takes the latter idea and plays it to the maximum, creating the most tense film experience I have ever gone through.
A spaceship crew crash-lands on a distant planet where a newborn alien life force latches onto one of them and comes with them into space. It slowly grows inside one of them (John Hurt), bursts out, and then slowly grows, slowly killing off all the crew.
Alien is a haunted house story set in space, and it works brilliantly. Being cut off from any help with an unknown and literally growing danger, which blends into the blackness of space, plays on one’s nerves to the fu
OTD: The Nut Job
(A large man with a thin mustache walked over to his closet. He pulled out a Kingdom Hearts shirt before walking out, smirking.
OUTTA THE DVD!
A serious face, a subtle face- You show a lot of faces
The man walked out with a smug look.
As Steel walked by, he passed a black katana and a jar. Two spirits emerged—a samurai warrior and a woman clad in white.
BLACK SHOGUN AND KAZUMI
Even if you're told so, you still don't know what to do
Steel waved as he passed an anthropomorphic skunk and smacked the head of an anthro tiger wearing a Hawaiian shirt. The tiger wheeled around, looking irritated.
BINDITHESKUNK AND XEMNAS1992
All people have a part they're hiding in themselves, right?
Steel yelped as a girl around his age with long, black hair and lavender eyes quickly hugged him.
Like that, like this, like there, I can't say it in words immediately
Steel got free and immediately saw a white, ferret-li
Logic's Insight: Dragon Age Origins 2/2
7) Interesting Moral Dilemmas and Questions
So the main goal of the Warden's quest is plainly listed out.
Stop the Blight before it destroys Ferelden and later the world.
Pretty simple, but that's okay because there's plenty of stuff to do while reaching that quest. Typically, it's fine to have a simple story and even better when this simple story is filled with layers added by character arcs, subplots, and changing priorities/methods. Your Warden's story is filled out with the details that they create as they go along. I've already mentioned the main quest stuff in part 1 and how you the warden can solve those main quests depending on your choices.
But does this actually solve some problems? Will other worst problems emerge? Did your warden do the right thing? Why or why not? Typically, your choices as the Warden will be a reflection of your viewpoints on various issues that are brought up in the game. The game lets you make your choice, but is careful to provide both sides of
Logic's Insight: Dragon Age Origins 1/2
Dragon Age Origins released in 2009 was one of the best games of it's year.
In fact, some could objectively argue that Origins is one of the best games within it's generation of video games.
Not to say that it doesn't have some problems in execution, odd design choices or missed opportunities that keep it from being a perfect 10/10 game. But overall, Origins was just so well crafted that it's flaws are far-outweighed by it's strengths. You'd have to a nitpicky nerd to be able to figure out if it has any problems.
Which is what I'm here to do.
But first, let's give this game a little bit of a background. Shall we?
1) The background and ground-work
Origins was first announced during E3 of 2004 under the title of Dragon Age. But it wasn't completed until five years later with the additional "Origins" in the title. Why was Origins included? Because the game opens with the player customizing their personal character and one of the most important things to do here is to choose
Game Review: Elder Scrolls Obl
Ye Olde Game Review: The Elder Scrolls Oblivion
System: 360, PS3, PC
ESRB Rated: M
Close shut the jaw's of Oblivion
You are a prisoner in the Imperial City Prison after a bit of character creating. Are introduced to your cell and a Jerk in the adjacent cell who says that the guards are coming after you. Not necessarily true, their just passing through, and with them none other then Emperor Uriel Septim. The Emperor tell you that he has seen you in his dreams and that today He will die. After words he opens a secret door in you cell and try to make you escape only to be cut off by assassins. After a little fighting and a bit of a Tutorial you are tapped with your back against the wall and your ass up a creek as a Assassin sneaks in behind you and kills the Emperor, and allowing the doors of Oblivion to open.
First off I might say that have a bit of a bias towards this game, fantasy Based RPG's are
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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