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A Step In the Right Direction"Had a feeling you'd be here! Heh, heh... The cycles haven't been kind, have they?"
The grin he got infuriated him, but not nearly as much as the response.
"Aww, you don't look so bad!"
Clu scowled, staring down his user. It was his fault. If he'd just paid him mind...
"I did everything!" he shouted accusingly over the roar of the wind. "Everything you ever asked!"
Regret washed over Flynn... Wasn't that why he'd reserved himself to all this time meditating, taking care of Quorra? It was all to atone for the sins of the father. He'd failed both his sons... the blood kin, and the digital. His feet planted themselves one after the other, eyes never leaving his creation.
"I know you did..."
"I executed the plan!" Clu watched as his creator came to a stop, nodding in acknowledgment.
"As you saw it," he said calmly.
Clu's inquisition continued as he now began approaching Flynn.
"You," he said, hurt filling his voice, ever the forgotten son... "You promised... That we would change the world
As the guard dragged him down the corridor, the yellow-clad program found himself thinking that this scenario seemed awfully familiar.Like he'd done it before. His user had a term for that. Called it Deja Vu..
But the last time he'd had this happen, he'd been at the mercies (if a program could designate it as such) of the Master Control Program.
The two guards clad in black stopped before a door, red circuitry glowing brightly in the dim light.
There was a brief exchange of dialog before he was marched into the room, where, he saw, to his surprise, another figure clad in yellow. Unable to see his face, the hacker program waited.
"Another rogue program?"
That voice. The conscript stiffened. It sounded familiar. All too familiar. Could it be? But why would he be here?
"Yes, your excellency."
The other figure smirked as he gazed out the window. "He must be special for you to insist I see him."
You could have cut the anticipation with a knife. It hung in the air, along with the program's m
Analyzing Fan Designs - see proper title belowWHY IS IT ALWAYS LIONS?! A fan's view at the Organization and their prideland forms according to others.
Okay kiddies, it's time for Auntie Ress to give a teeny rant about character design. True, it matters little in the grand scheme of things, but every fan has their pet peeves. Here's one of mine.
Why is it that about 90% of the fandom sees the Organization as nothing but Lions when it comes to the Pridelands. I mean I appreciate the character design, don't get me wrong, but there's just something about seeing it all the time that just tweaks my switches a bit.
Part of it is that it's terribly unimaginitive. TLK's story focused mainly on lions, yes, but they weren't the ONLY characters within the course of the film. You had the majordomo Zazu (An African Hornbill), Simba's later caretakers Timon and Pumbaa (a meerk
Dancing MadnessMaster of destiny,
once a man sane,
by playing the game.
Thought to be,
and the clown.
Now I stand,
a god among men,
to pass judgement,
yea, strike them down,
Cower in my wake.
Harbinger of death,
reaper of souls,
their lives I take.
Feel the caress,
of my light,
the scrutinizing eye,
as I pass judgment
upon the unwashed,
as they pass by.
And the heroes,
to my side,
to end this sweet,
one last breath,
no time to cry,
As nothing begets
my end comes,
and I retreat
to my lair
The end comes,
FFIV - Any Other Name...I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time...
- Lester Burnham, American Beauty
As the inner walls of the hallway began an agonizingly slow descent upon the hapless group, the adults began to shuffle around in a futile attempt to escape. The hefty airship engineer ran for one door, as the sage bolted for the other.
The words left Cid's mouth as readily as any curse.
"This one too!" Tellah cried out, yanking at the door with all his might.
In the midst of the panic stricken grown-ups, an eerie calm settled across the two young mages. Palom and Porom watched as Yang, Cid, Tellah, and Cecil split, futilely trying to stop the walls from closing in on them. The two traded glances, all manner of memories playing across their minds, though one specifically stuck out now more than ever.
It can't be so it must beSometimes i say it can't be
because it can't
but sometimes i say it must be
because it must
I must be
Therefore I can't be
Do you ever wonder if the cup you're drinking from has a bottom?
You see it has a pit - rather, a stomach - and how it ends to fit in your palm, but do you ever wonder if you're seeing everything?
It makes sense, to assume it has a bottom and to assume it must be able to be filled and emptied.
But what about the ones that sprung leaks? What about the ones who broke in all the wrong places?
You know what's going to happen to them. Cracking. Trashing. It's a death sentence, for something that cannot experience death. You must do something about it.
You pitch the worthless cup.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be be the worthless cup?
Do you think about it daily? Does asking the question, "Am I a worthless cup?" haunt you?
Do you live in fear of that question? Do you live in fear over what you could be? What you can't be? What you must be? Are you ever c
Yu-gi-oh Rise of a New Pharaoh-Chapter 24
Rise of a New Pharaoh
The Creators Downfall Part 3
Tristan and Serenity
Daniel draws and looks at his hand. "First, I'll summon my Phantom Beast Wild-Horn!" The monster appears on the field. It spins the sword in its hand and points towards Strike Ninja.
"Next I'll give him a 300 attack and defense boost with my Mystical Moon Spell Card!"
Daniel smiles and points towards Strike Ninja. "Go Wild-Horn! Attack, Strike Ninja!" Wild-Horn holds his sword steady with two hands and runs towards Strike Ninja. As Wild-Horn is near inches of Strike Ninja, he swings his sword. Strike Ninja flinches, but when he opens his eyes, he see's Marauding Captain in front of him and in pain.
"What?" Daniel said as Wild-Horn jumps back to Daniels Side.
Duke smiles and picks up the Marauding Captain card. "I see you did
To my dearest Minions. To my dearest Minions,
My name is Laertes, king of the Universe.
Or, soon to be. It is a slow and painful process, but I know that it shall be worth all the while.
Would you like to know more about my personality? Sure you do.
People tell me that I am very vain and narcissistic. I am not. I simply want to share my glorious-ness with the entire world, and force my minions to worship me. To be a faithful Minion, you must depict me in art forms of all types.
People ask me whether or not I have a favorite Minion. I do. My favorite Minion is the one who loves me the most. You know who you are.
My fan group, I love you , but not as much as you love me. I am far above that. I shall love you more in due time.
Thank you for listening to me today, and remember to be a faithful minion.
Your King and Overlord of All ,
PS. Remember my creator, :iconVanillasaurusRex: , and Remember my friend :iconTardar-Sauce: , who is typing for me because I do not have fingers.
A WishI wish I could hold your hand, look into your eyes, listen to your voice, take care of you, and love you the way you should be loved. But above all…I wish I was yours.
MusicWhen I’m asked what I think is the most beautiful thing in the world…I respond, “Music.” Music can incite such feelings, emotions and memories in such a way that most things can’t. Even without words, it’s still a very powerful thing.
MirrorsThe corner of my mouth is throbbing and I really, really just want to rip that entire part of my face off right now... seriously I just want to burry my nails in my face and yank them down as fast and hard as I can, I want to hurt myself. I want to look into this mirror and see my blood. I want to hurt myself. And for some reason this storm is making the urge a thousand times stronger then what it usually is... How did I get to this point? how did I become this disgusting shell of a human. Am I still human? do I qualify? no.. I don't. how did this happen to me... why am I standing here staring into the eyes of this thing. These eyes.. the corners torn... bloodshot... how can the still see? My eyes. The mouth... dry and cracked... a cut curving downwards from the right... is that what so annoyingly hurts? yes, I believe it is. that hand slowing being raised to my face, it's mine, isn't it? Nails jagged and caked in dirt. fingers trembling, wrist covered in scars. yeah.. that's mine. I r
I Hate PeoplePeople listening to loud music at 6 AM should be humanely executed.
And then I'll laugh manically on my way to bed. Then the rest of us can sleep.
I mean, not enough they come home from the bar at 03:30 AM and wake me up then - at 6 AM they put on some rap song and play it so loudly - my bedroom door actually vibrates. Now, I live in a sort of dorm-like situation, and I know it's summer, and I know it's friday, but they could at least have kept the music down a bit by 6 AM. Or closed the door. I'm talking vibrations from a speaker so violent, minor insects would have thought it was an earthquake. Ants would have scattered in panic. Ladybugs flown off in horror. Buzzing so loud, wasps would have felt selfconcsious.
So I walk out there. And who do I see? 4 people I don't have a clue who are. I smashed the kitchendoor in their faces when they put a new song on and turned up the speakers.
Now, half an hour later, it's finally QUIET.
God, These bastards, and whoever invited them.... I hope
The Territorial Goat
This was in my early teens. I was returning from a city in central India. We (myself and Father) were traveling by Indian Railways, and had berths near the window. This was to my great delight, for I liked nothing better than to gape outside forever, even when the train wasn't moving! It was during one such pause in the journey, when the train had stopped at a small-ish station. The disembarking platform was on the other side of the coach. On my side, a pair of rails ran between the train and the platform. The station was well-maintained, and didn't have too many people on it. There was a white picket fence on the far side, and greenery beyond it. A dog was standing at the edge of the platform, looking at the train with half-closed, sleepy eyes. Occasionally, it would sniff at the air, perhaps hoping for passengers to drop tit-bits on the line (as we litter-bugs are so prone to do). He didn't look hungry, so this was probably out of habit. I was watching the dog, for there wasn't much
Early Morning Writing #12:01 am - 2:09 am
it's one o'clock in the morning and i can't decide whether to think about becoming more, or doing more.
it's two o'clock in the mornging, and I really want to paint, draw, ore write, but i can't get down what i feel.
it's three o'clock in the morning, and I'm frustrated because i don't know how to expreww how i feel and i don't know how to do anything productive.
it's four o'clock in the morning and i have now thrown all of my creative stuff to the side of my bed because i don't know how to express myself. I feel like i'm going to explode.
it's five o'clock in the morning, and all my thoughts are quick and random snippets. I only get sentences of quirky things. also, it's much better skating on the moon in the morning.
it's six o'clock in the morning, and i'm not quite sure what to do. I try to write down how that feels. I get frustrated and throw everything off the side of my bed again.
it's now seven o'clock in the morning, and I can't deside whe
'Nacho' Mama's Taco Salad'Nacho' Mama's Taco Salad
1 lb. Ground Beef (lean if you want a salad that's lower in fat. Or substitute your favorite meat)
Pepper] – to taste
1 large onion
1 head of iceberg lettuce
1 large tomato or 2 medium sized tomatoes
3 jalapeno peppers
3 banana peppers
Sour Cream (optional)
Salsa or salad dressing of your choice
Warm ground beef in a skillet with salt, pepper and garlic until meat is no longer pink. Cut down heat to simmer, and add a small amount of water to keep your meat moist.
In a large bowl, combine 1 head of iceberg lettuce, cored and julienned, 1 large onion diced, and your tomatoes (diced as well, of course)
Chop and combine your Jalapeno and banana peppers into a separate bowl (please be sure to wear gloves, since jalapeno seeds and veins are quite hot, and the oil will stay on bare hands for quite some time).*
Set aside your salad fixings and put together your tortilla chips and cheese, a
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