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@Tilly-Thank you for the welcome. I don't want to rush about, so I'm gonna take a break for a while, then I'll start. Mostly my stories are involved my time in Japan and probably UK times a little. Sorry guys. I promise to tell you my stories next year or the end of December.  |
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on 2009-12-22 23:59:29 (edited 2009-12-23 00:05:49)
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2 months and i thought this was dead lol. Well. Anyways Welcome Back Guys. Also Happy Holidays. During this time i'm gonna go make something to spruce of the front page. I know ill be able to get it and do something to it by the end of christmas if not new years. Stay Safe and Marry Christmas. ~Doomlight Edit: Edited the front page for new members. Also. Guys I've Noticed some peoples avatars are either old or the pictures dont work anymore. If you guys want, i can change it. Just post the link with the picture on a post. Also If you do know the number on the list then please tell me as well, it helps :D 
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Xx Doomlight you said "Marry Christmas" there ^^ lol! Sorry, it's the Christmas holidays! Busiest time of the year lol, and don't worry, this thread isn't going to die so easily! p.s: my biggest writing project is the VN, so that's why i want to get that over and done with first. Kana: don't worry ^^  |
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Lol... don't worry everyone, this thread ain't getting down... and yeah, Merry Christmas for all... it's seems I won't be active until January  |
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Hi guys!!!! Happy Christmas!! This is a little late, but I hope you enjoy! This is my continuation from a series I have currently finished, the background is roughly something like this: Richard Rahl is the Lord of D'Hara and controls magic (both Additive and Subtractive, he is the first one born in thousands of years with both sides of the gift), on his journey through these books, he has had to battle enemies and save the existence of magic, he was pulled into this adventure by a woman called Khalan Amnell, his wife now, who came to seek his grandfather Zedd for help a long time ago. She is the Mother Confessor (someone who could crush a persons soul and gain total control over them with a touch), the last left of her kind and needed both Zedd and Richard's help to save her home and the people living in the Midlands from Darken Rahl, who was found out to be Richard's real father at the end of the first book. Then, whilst they are constantly trying to battle off the Keeper (basically the devil in terms of this book) from crossing the "veil" into the world of the living, the Imperial Order pops up from a side of the world called the "Old World" which was separated from the "New World" by wizards many years ago and they are trying to break into the New World to take over and destroy magic. At the end of these books, Richard uses his sword "The Sword of Truth" (central to this series) to banish all of the Imperial Order and those wanting to live without magic into a duplicate world using the "Power of Orden" and also to regain Khalan's memories which had been wiped by some Sisters of the Dark. The people living in the duplicate world had to take with them "Chainfire" a spell which was slowly contaminating and destroying magic and they would lose their memory of the world they came from and all magic. Jennsen, Richard's sister, was a daughter of Darken Rahl who is "pristinely ungifted" and took all her people, who are all also "pristinely ungifted" into the duplicate world to work in helping eliminate magic, because the "pristinely ungifted" are blind to magic and haven't got a drop of magic in their blood. I am just writing a pretend continuation of this series, where there is calamity in this duplicate universe and someone is stirring trouble, and trying to bring magic back... The dark shapes swirled around her, in her mind she ran for her life through the dark forest. Her legs were a blur running and crashing past trees, it felt like she had been running forever, her legs were starting to feel like bricks- but the light was only a short distance away. A tall, dark figure stood in the midst of the light, towering proudly as she ran towards him. It was a familiar figure, one whom the woman running for her life trusted- one who could protect and save her. But she couldn't remember who he was. As she approached, she slowed just as fraction, the details of his face became clearer, and she became more frightened- it was suddenly like struggling to breathe under water, the alarms in her brain were on full blast, panic mode. In the back of her brain, she began to feel more terrified- more of him, than of what was chasing her, but she couldn't quite tell why. As it slowly dawned on her, she fought fiercely to wake up, but her legs weren't listening anymore as she ran ever more closer to him. Suddenly, the whole world froze. The shapes ceased to chase her. Her legs froze on the spot. "Richard.." she breathed. Jennsen bolted awake. She was drenched in cold sweat and was shivering slightly, partly because the sweat was making her cold, but moreso because she was frightened. Someone next to her stirred awake. "Tom, Tom, wake up." she whispered, shaking him slightly. He sat up, and looked into her eyes, which comforted her slightly, he gripped her shaking arms and shushed her whilst grabbing their blanket and wrapping it around her. With all seriousness, he turnt grim-faced and once again resumed staring at Jennsen. Being a special guard of the Lord Rahl once, a long time ago, had given him years of experience being constantly on full alert, in case of any emergencies. "What's wrong?" he asked. "You need to listen very carefully to me." Her nails dug deep into his arms, she also turnt business-like. "Shh, I'm listening." "Something's.. wrong. Horribly wrong." |
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hiya everyone!!! ^^ just wanted to stop by here to see whats up (which isnt much lol) oh and just so everyone knows, i have started the continuation to "Blank". it should be up in a few days/weeks (we all have lives and espically around the holidays its hard to sit down and actually write something up, lol) so... happy holidays everyone!!! (this is even later than yours Mokona!) @Mokona- very interesting story. ^^  |
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Hey, everyone. A belated Christmas greetings to all. I was suppose to start on short project I've been formulating in my mind, but I got Mana Khemia 2... and well, the rest is history. Though I've read every new entry, I've no comments except for the fact that I look forward to the continuation (excepting Rin's and Holker's entries, as they are concluded). That said, write moar! |
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on 2010-01-01 07:39:35 (edited 2010-01-01 21:01:21)
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Hey. Yeah. I read through 54% of the thread, and I think I want in. Hell, I'm going to write something up on the spot, just to show what I got. "Call me Ishmael." "Uh-what?" The man at the desk shook himself awake, his shaggy brown hair whirling round with each shake of the head. The air filter in the office failed to scrub out the scent of sweat and drenched clothes, odors deposited by the hundreds that had arrived before him. Ismahl wrinkled his nose slightly as he thought about it. The thought of several hundred sweaty, burly sailors crowded into this one space like Terran sardines (really good dinner, those ones were, especially with vegetables) was not a pretty one. "I said, call me Ishmael." He had spent several days getting his boarding pass, no thanks to the mile-long tangle of bureaucratic rope involved in getting a permit. He had no intention of drawing out the final part of the process longer than necessary. "My planet's dialect, you see." "Oh." The shaggy-haired man ducked beneath the table, coming up with a pen and a sheet of paper. Or rather, three sheets of paper, as Ismahl confirmed by picking it up and leafing through it. "Sign this form and take it to Window 16A to get your permit," the man sleepily said before flopping onto the desk with a sigh. For some reason, as he looked at the resting figure, Ismahl was reminded of a Terran walrus basking in the arctic sun, like the ones he'd seen in picture books for three-year olds. He picked up the pen, sleek, black plasteel sliding into place between his fingers. For a few minutes, the only sounds were the hum of the air filter system, the shaggy-haired man's snores, and the scratching of pen on paper. The route to Window 16A was long and treacherous. A labyrinth of stairs and hallways (apparently crafted to some ancient, sorcerous plan by sufficiently advanced aliens in order to deter the unworthy traveler from reaching the Window) separated the third floor, where Ismail was, and the fifth floor, which was his destination. Once or twice, he'd been forced to ask directions from thin, snippy little secretaries with pointed pince-nez and high heels. Ismahl hated asking directions from snippy little secretaries with pointed pince-nez and high heels. He wheeled to the right of the hallway, climbed up two flights of stairs, turned right at the top and walked towards the window, only to run into a tall, long-haired young man. "What the hell?" The young man turned around, presenting the WHITE BASE logo on his T-shirt to an embarrassed Ismahl. "Uh- Sorry 'bout that..." The young man's brows crinkled into a frown, his eyebrows disappearing into his black bangs. Then, he gave a sigh, and turned about. "There's a line here. Get in it," he said, irritation evident in the stress on his words. Apparently nobody had given Ismahl the disclaimer that there would be more than just a few people in line. Worse, nobody had told him that there would be a long, long, LONG line of people, intent on getting permits so the could get aboard THEIR assigned starships. And to make matters even worse, the air cooler wasn't working. Which meant sweat. Gallons and gallons of sweat evaporating off shirts, off flight clothes, off bare skin. And that sweat just happened to give off a very strong odor of dirt and grime. If there was ever a hell lovingly crafted by some Supreme Evil awaiting starship crews, this was probably it. Still, Ismahl had no intention of turning back now. He'd made it past ream upon ream of paperwork, dodged countless embarrassing personal questions hurled at him by psych agents and interviewers, even taken a trip all the way back to his home planet of Gamma Draconis V to get his paperwork in order. Nothing would deter him. Nothing would make him stray off the course. But this crush of men and sweat was enough to make him think about going back to his desktop job at Gamma Draconis. So, how's that? I kinda thought this up on the spur of the moment. [SHINOBI EDIT: Fixed for minor errors.] 
Part of the New Breed of Gendou RPers: Haseo, Fenris, Roxas, Zero, Toyumi and Kyosuke.  |
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Icarael: Good stuff!! Welcome to this club! I'm sure you're gonna love it- from what i've read so far, you're good to go to write another couple of chapters for us, am i right? *nudge nudge* But anyways, you're grammar is great! And easy to read- "Ishmael, Ismahl" .. well that's all i could find ^^' *embarassed* different planet's dialect, right? *pained smile* *backs out of the room* Oh! is "pince-nez" those glass spectacles... omg- is it french?????? |
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@ Icarael - That is a great story!! To think you came up with that on the spot!!! Very cool!! Ok ok, I need to get some time to read a few more stories and comment on them, but for now here is a short story. I got the idea from something my little brother said. Sometime he can say the most ridiculous things. Through Moving Doors It was gray outside, I could see that from my office window. I could hear the thunder off in the distance my radio was softly playing as I packed up my things to leave. I left a note for myself detailing what I would have to finish the next day. I picked up my lunch box and I headed down the hall to the elevator. I payed very little attention to the weather outside. I hated stormy days, it would be better if I just ignored the rain until I was in my car driving home. I took the stairs for exercise and I was two flights from the ground floor when I realized I had left my jacket in my office. I didn’t want to run up the stairs and end up late for dinner back at home so I ran into the second floor hallway and jammed the button for the elevator. I impatiently waited for the doors to slide open, when they finally did I squeezed in with a bunch of unfortunate people who had to work late. The elevator climbed up the shaft at an amazingly sluggish pace, then it stopped. A few people around me gasped as the lights went out. I sighed, I really do hate electrical storms. The lighting probably just hit the electrical line, or the power surged from over use. I just made my way to the back of the elevator and waited leaning against the wall. The elevator began to move again, but the lights hadn’t turned on yet, the pitch black darkness seemed to close in as we all realized at the same time that we weren’t moving up. No we were moving out. I could hear the cables snap, and I wrapped my hands around the bars on the wall bracing for a three story fall to what could be my death, but instead the elevator began to turn in violent spirals. People were slamming into each other. A fat man in a business suit fell to the ground knocking my knees out form underneath me. I landed on him, but only for a second. We started to fall again and I was launched into the air. I flew so high I hit the elevator celling. As if things couldn’t get worse the elevator turned and we fell onto one of the walls before being sent up in another spiraling climb. Up and up and up we went then finally we began to fall at a stomach wrenching speed. The fat man was crushing a twig of a woman on the floor, and I was hanging from the ceiling holding on for dear life. We continued to fall and spin and shake and turn until a riveting impact made us all jump. For some odd reason we had slowed down enough to hit the ground with out being crushed, and by an even bigger coincidence we landed up right. The moving elevator doors opened with a dismissive ding and a LED 13 showed on the floor number. We filed out of the elevator, shaken and battered, to find ourselves in the wal-mart that was a few miles away. Startled costumers gathered around and watermelon juice flowed from under neath the elevator and half smashed fruits rolled around on the floor. “Clean up in the produce section,†someone announced over the loud speaker. I straightened out my skirt and picked up my lunch box before going on my way. I walked away from the scene and out into the wal-mart parking lot, where I pulled out my cell phone and called my husband to come pick me up. Our little experience was all over the news they called it the elevator ride from hell, and you know what; I never did get my jacket back. ----- Well that is that! I hope you liked it.  |
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@Icarael: very good... interesting... anyway, welcome to the guild... and be careful with mokona, she has problems w/ french @Rin: a first person? that's a good job... @mokona:that's a good one^^, I hope to see more... @all: happy new year |
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Thanks, the spelling isn't very good, now that I look at it... haha, I'll have to fix that. Spelling is not my strongest area :) |
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Rin: Great job with all of your work! Really good read! Schaz: *hug* thnx a lot ^^ I don't often post stories, so i hope to continue this one.. in fact, i should be working on my arc ^^' *scratch head* i'm glad you pointed out to the new guy about my *cough* with french, no, actually it's not really a problem... *rambles on and on* yeah, so that's just about why i don't like it, not have a problem or anything ya know. Oh! ==' *grumble* i have to go back to school this Monday- it's gonna be hell ^^ but i lived out the best of this holiday! I stayed up til about 4.20 am watching Pokemon Galactic battles last night.. no this morning.. :P (zomg Ash vs Paul full battle, we watched it in japanese and english! Epic. Youtube it!!!) Anyways, today is the day we have to start training to wake up early, so no more Pokemon for us- but yeah, still good. Now it's homework time for me! Yup, homework, which s*cks ¬¬ |
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Mokona: not a big deal *hug mokona* Ash vs Paul? gimme the link^^ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "ssshhh...",said Angga as he put his finger on the mouth,"do you hear that?" "hear what?" "that...", Angga whisper when he heard the voice once again, an electronic saw. at the moment both of them heard that. "let's go check it", Angga run to the direction of the voice. (will be continue (again)) |
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Thanks for the comment Mokona!!! @ Shaz - That's mean now I want to know what happens, so please update soon!!! |
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That's okay guys lol- err i don't know what to say about the newest 4 lines Schaz ^^' but I've sent you a link to the battle in your inbox - do you watch it? |
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@mokona:er.. I dun see any link... and, it's too short, ja? so, see this ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Wait! Angga!", Eka started to shout, they've been through something like this before, and the last time they lose by numbers, those people are strong and there are always a lot of them. But Angga don't want to think about it, he only wants to stop these people from destroying the woods. but he realized his fault when he saw that there are about 15 of them. His back feels cold, he know he wouldn't win, but when he saw those people and their electric saw again he burnt by anger and shout,"Stop!!" the wood-cutters stop for a while and move their head to see who's dare enough to disturb their job. Then, like nothing has happened, they continue to work. Angga's anger filled his mind and then he jumped and kicked one of them, make that man drop his saw. Angga then realized that his kick does make the wood-cutters stop their work, not for the good, but to finish the man who has disturbed their job. And it's not need even a minutes for Angga to realized that he must run or he will dead like a stomped rat. |
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Lol, that's better- I really like your story Schaz, well done for working so hard! |
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I did make a promise that I will tell my stories this year, but at the moment, I'm kinda busy, becuase I kinda need to sort out my ticket to go to Japan. |
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@mokona:thanks, I'll post more when I've got the idea^^ btw, you're going to go to an anime expo eh? that's would be great^^ anime19:ticket to go to japan? omg, you're lucky, I hope can go too... |