Unite for Freedom Part IIMonster Hunter I: Unite for FreedomUnite for Freedom Part II5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Four years later
[Cut to a large town, known as Kimbolo. It is similar to Hisito - the shape and build of the structures and roads and the general layout and design share the same basic design and pattern - except there is much more of it. It reaches much further up the mountainside than Hisito and boasts a much larger area of agriculture. It is South-facing but this does not stop snow from covering the village in a thick blanket.]
[In one room in one hut on the Northern outskirts of the village sleeps a girl. Her name is Vonara. One of the windows to the room has been left open. A kestral swoops in through it and lands on one of the bedposts. It screeches loudly. Vonara stirs in her sleep. The kestral screeches again, then takes off and lands on the pillow next to Vonara. It pecks her head gently. Vonara jerks awake and the kestral flaps backwards screeching.]
[The kestral screeches again as it lands on t
Metroid AnalysisThere are many science fiction games that lurk within the gaming world today. But there will always be one that will have a special place in our hearts. Metroid has sold millions of copies worldwide and made bestselling lists time and again. Yet as popular as these games are, there are still many mysteries and unsolved theories and questions revolving around the series. However, there has been speculation as to the symbolism and depth that lays the groundwork and very basis of the game.Metroid Analysis6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
At the beginning of the game, we notice Samus is dropped off alone on an alien world to fend for herself. She is the only human for miles around in an area grossly inhabited by many forms of vicious foreign life. However, despite this absence of life, most prominently human, we still manage to catch glimpses of various statues and ruins of old temples that litter the godforsaken rock of a planet. Often accompanying these ruins and statues are ancient depictions of some sort of religious context on the w
Angels and DemonsAngels and Demons5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Almost everyone has heard of Angels and Demons. Despite the ancient Pact, which suggested that they would have to always get along, they are just too different. Their wars shake the Earth, rattle the stars of Heaven and boil the magma hidden within Hell. And, unless the Inbetween step in, the Divine and Cursed beings will bring us to the end of the world.
The Inbetween are the peace keepers among these beings. Where Angels are pure good and Demons ultimate evil, an untainted Inbetween has no choice but to be neutral. When tainted, an Inbetween is a deadly force for whichever side they have joined. However, the only way to taint one is to either have them gaze upon a Divine being or have them meet the eyes of a heavily-tainted mortal.
Once, long ago, there was the War of the Angels. This was an Earth-shaking event, though it didn't actually happen on the Earth. The War of Angels, which was Angels versus Demons, occurred in the Inbetween. The Inbetween is somewhere in the middle, roughly
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 RevampedUMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 Revamped3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: X-Men series
First Appearance: X-Men: Evolution "X-23 (2003)"
Voiced by: Tara Strong
Theme song: ???
Alternate costume: Classic X-23
Stage: Bio Plant Disaster (Shared with Marrow)
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Ankle Slice QCF + M
Charged Ankle Slice QCF + Hold M
Decapitating Slice QCF + H
Charged Decapitating Slice QCF + Hold H
Aerial Axe Kick
Crescent Scythe DP + P
Mirage Feint QCB + P
_Sweep The Floor
_Crouching Toe Stabs
_Raging Bull Rush
Rage Trigger QCF + PP
Weapon X's Revenge
Silent Kill QCB + PP + S
Alpha: Stabbing Claws
The Silent OnesIf I told you of the silent ones,The Silent Ones11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you'd laugh at me,
and call my words puns.
You wouldn't believe them, because of who they are,
or what they are,
you'd think they're as rare as shooting stars.
But I'm prepared for the backlash as I begin to say,
the silent ones are the humans you see,
Boys are the silent ones, first and foremost,
as their feelings are disregarded,
in society, the most.
Then there's the suffering, who whirl in depression,
consider mentally ill patients,
and their violent regression.
Next are the bullied, for they're like gum on shoes,
to many suicides,
are making the news.
Consider the victims who run around confused,
who despite their ordeals,
have no sides to chose.
And we have babies who are killed before birth,
whose lives are stolen from them,
before they come to earth.
Some are unwanted, and some are just wrong,
because who wants a disabled child or a girl,
they're as unsightly as frogs.
We have the people who try to do right,
but who are usually tramp
Diagramacion de textos, 3aDiagramación de historias, 3a parteDiagramacion de textos, 3a6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Ya la tienes: la idea que será tu obra maestra como escritor. Pero cuando intestas plasmarla en papel, te haces un enredo y al final no logras llevar tu idea a buen puerto. ¡No te preocupes! Eso nos ha pasado a muchos y es por esto mismo que estos tutoriales salen a la luz, para ayudar tanto a escritores como guionistas y a cualquier persona que quiera contar una historia, sea por el medio que sea (novela, cuento, comic, etc.).
Si has seguido nuestros tutoriales anteriores, ya tienes identificados a tus personajes centrales junto a sus características principales (http://kammy-sagara.deviantart.com/art/Diagramacion-1a-parte-127250115) así como tienes desarrollada la línea de tiempo de tu historia (http://kammy-sagara.deviantart.com/art/Diagramacion-de-textos-2aparte-129685449). Ahora vamos a hablar sobre el hilo argumental general.
¿Hilo Argumental General? ¿Qué es eso? ¿Para qué sirve?
Waiting, Fading, and Floating AwayI started talking to serial killers years ago when the depression started to form. Or maybe it had always been there? I’m not the kind of person who lets my emotions get the best of me. I’m always the calm and rational person people often go to for advice and support.Waiting, Fading, and Floating Away10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though, I’ve always found it funny how people always expect me to be there for them, but when I need them, no one is around. But I guess that’s kind of how my whole life has been. I’m only here when you need me, and I guess that existence is an existence enough.
I had read books on true crime and killers for a while, but it never occurred to me to write to them until I was fifteen. I remember coming home one day done with the world, and instead of taking my life, I wrote a letter.
At first, I had written to Charles Manson, Joe Metheny, Gary Ridgeway, Charles Cullen, and David Berkowtiz (Son of Sam). I wrote about my life, my pain, my struggles, and how lonely I felt. It never really phased me
Scar TissueI don’t know what I hated more: myself, or the fact that my crying woke him up. It couldn’t be later than two in the morning, I had woken up from another nightmare and I found myself huddled in the same spot I always went to in times like these: the bathtub.Scar Tissue1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a bad habit I got myself into since childhood, but the coldness of the tub gave me a comfort most things couldn’t. I had been good about keeping my pain hidden from the rest of the world, but by night it came crawling back to me in the form of dreams and flashes of guilt.
The tears would come before I could stop them and I always found myself in this tub. He never knew, and I never told him. What was the point? I’m a girl stuck in reverse who can’t seem to let go of yesterday and take in the joys of tomorrow. My whole life was like a damaged tape, repeating itself when it shouldn’t and having a hard time moving forward. I always could repress my sobs, and I wondered if I was louder than I
Rock And Roll y Fiebre 3Rock And Roll y Fiebre 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"¡Ohhhh! ¡Yes yes yes! ¡Oh yeah!"
La voz femenina gritaba de placer, mientras sus gemidos penetraban mis oídos como si fueran flechas.
-Che Walter - le dije sombrío.
"¡Oh my god! ¡Oh my god! ¡Fuck meeee!"
"¿¡Te gusta así, bitch!? ¿Ahh? "Trozo latino, nena ¡¡Azzzzzzzzzucaaaaaaaaaar!!"
La voz masculina fue un cañonazo hacia mi fantasía. Me hizo volver a la realidad.
"¡¡Yeaaaaaaaaaaaas!! ¡¡In my face, in my face!!"
-¿Ah?- me contestó.
Levantándome del sillón, me le puse enfrente.
-¿¡¡POR QUE MIERDA VES PORNOS CUANDO TE CUENTO MIS PROBLEMAS SENTIMENTALES!!? ¡¡HIJO DE PUTA!!- le rompí la cara de una patada.- ¡ENCIMA ESTAMOS EN MI CASA Y MI HERMANA ESTA DURMIENDO!
Y empezamos nuestra pelea matutina. Mientras él me metía un dedo lleno de saliva en la oreja y yo le hacía ca
The Son, the Father, and Whatever is HolyDo you ever stop to think about thoseThe Son, the Father, and Whatever is Holy1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Old, old stories bound in myriad cantos?
The kind that are all in iambs and Latin
Or Italian – the language of a world in the grip
Of a renaissance that is seeping drip by drip
Into a darkened age, like so much lantern oil.
I do, but for purely selfish reasons –
I think of them as balm for lesions
That keep popping up in my mind.
Lesions, mind you, that are not literal –
They are but the inlets in the littoral
Region of my morbid thoughts.
When the inlets get flooded, I build leather
Boats to keep myself afloat. Whether
I construct them well is up to interpretation.
I cling to the old stories in cadent verse –
When I am particularly low I rehearse
Them aloud – as my mode of survival.
He never understood that, though –
He never really could, and no
Matter how I tried, it was no use.
He didn’t see that for me finishing
The rhyme kept me from diminishing
Into slow-burning insanity.
It hurts me more than him, t
TeaseI stood on the right side of the escalator. It reeked of a combination of sweat and cheap perfume. I was supposed to be in a hurry to catch the bus so I wouldn't have to walk. People were rushing passed me. Some were on the phone arguing over issues happening at work, others were having a hard time carrying their huge bags and groceries while yelling at their kids to stop crying. I stared at my feet while music was blasting through my headphones.Tease1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I got out of the metro station, I noticed it was already quite dark. I checked the time and sighed. The wind scattered the dried leaves on the sidewalk, making them drift and disappear into the dark sky. I was browsing through my playlist, as one of my headphones fell out of my ear.
"Good evening," said a voice. I lifted my head and stopped, taken by surprise by the coincidence. The first thing I noticed was that half of her head was shaved, the second thing I noticed was that she was handing out little cards. I grabbed o
11:10 a.m.oh my god, i tell my friend after class, i want11:10 a.m.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to spend the rest of my life making him laugh.
she rolls her eyes and says that i shouldn’t
say that because i’m so young and i have no idea
how long my life will be and i tell her that that’s
that i may die tomorrow, but i want to be able to call you
up at two a.m. and read you my shitty poems and
pretend that i didn’t imagine the way
you twirl your pencil around your fingers as i wrote them.
i want to be able to pick out your heartbeat in a crowded
room because i’ve spent so long with my head against
your chest that your pulse is imprinted into my eardrums.
i want to be so gone over you that i smile big enough that
everyone else around me smiles too.
for the first time in my life, i can believe that god built
eve out of one of adam’s ribs— they must have
fit together almost as perfectly as you and i do,
identical down to their very bones, so that when
she shook in fear, he did too. an
Judge MeI don’t care if you judge me.Judge Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not telling me
Anything I don’t already tell myself.
Evitar el estancamientoEvitar el estancamiento6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Consejos para evitar el estancamiento artístico
He visto últimamente como personas se han quedado estancadas, y en verdad, me da mucha lástima. He notado que estas personas tienen algunas características en común, puedo mencionar:
*Miedo al cambio
*No aceptan que están estancados
*Siempre hacen las cosas de igual manera
*Jamás experimentan algo nuevo.
Recuerdo que, hace algunos años atrás, personas dibujaban a mi mismo nivel y luego yo los sobrepasé, y estas personas, no echaron ni para atrás ni para adelante. También, hay personas que me superaron bastante y las admiro por eso, y, siempre, les apoyo para que se adelanten más que yo. Por eso, decidí darles algunos consejos para personas que están "estancadas artísticamente".
Si te sientes "estancado artísticamente, bien por ti. Estás en el primer paso del cambio, porque
LifeI'm not livingLife1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm only surviving
There's so much to do
And so little time
I'm always in a rush
Trying to keep up with life
Without a moment to rest
Without a moment to think
There's no joy in life
Being here makes no sense
Sometimes it comes to me
That I should put an end to it...
Never Knows BestOne last cigaretteNever Knows Best7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The moments you can't forget
As you lay awake and dream like never before
You know that in your life for sure
You never know best
Staring into space
Straight at the moon's face
Smoke fills the air
Ash falls on the armchair
You never know best
Could be better
Could be worse
Not everyone leaves the world
Inside a hearse
Could be great
Could be hell
For those who have no faith
They never know best
Tips para ser mejor ArtistaTips para ser mejor Artista7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Tips cómo ser un mejor artista
No, no he venido a decirte como ganar más experiencia en tus habilidades artísticas u obtener tu propio estilo. Vengo a hablar de cómo ser un mejor artista en tu mente, eso significa cuando se es un gran artista incluso mas allá del papel. Carácter y sabiduría
En lo que te conviertas al final es tu camino o responsabilidad, (la cosa es que depende de ti...)
Esta es mi opinión, no tienes porqué estar de acuerdo, espero que lo estés.
1.- Trata de tener un sentido de calidad y estética primero, trata de tener una ética de trabajo o disciplina
2.- La fama y popularidad no hacen a un buen artista y no es un indicador de crear "buen arte". Ignora Internet y a los besatraseros
3.- La arrogancia no es un método para mejorar tus habilidades artísticas
4.- La intolerancia a otros métodos artísticos te vuelven cerra
Sonic the Hedgehog AnalysisIf there is one figure that constantly rivals the gaming world's Mario, it's Sonic.Sonic the Hedgehog Analysis5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
He's been running around for more than a few years and it's a wonder he hasn't aged at all. But surely a series as long-running as Sonic is bound to have a few dark secrets of its own, something that makes it more than a game or two where you pick up chao and run around in circles saving baby animals.
Many of you will noticed Sonic has not aged over the past 15 years. This is a representation of eternal youth and his constant running from place to place symbolizes the desire to never grow up and remain forever young. It also represents youth's irresponsibility and inability of the young to make lasting commitments. Likewise, Sonic's eternally smiling face and cocky attitude symbolize the overall cockiness of youth and the firm belief that he will never have to face the world of growing up or taking responsibility.
Sonic can also be seen to double as a metaphor for the elusiveness of the natural world.
aphrodite's stepsisteryouaphrodite's stepsister2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sensuous tangle of honey
silk and white walls,
falling like sand through my fingertips
eyes dancing like the fires of hell,
"will you still love me
when i'm no longer young and
i clench my fists—
you, the picture of youth
a summer siren,
someday entering the winter
of your life
wishing i could trap you in a bottle,
to spray on like perfume
to wear like a garment
i am dancing with decay,
wishing for the best of you
y la luna se lo llevoHoy tenía el turno de noche que liado estaba entoncesy la luna se lo llevo6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hacía mucho frio nada de comer ojala tuviera unos melones
Pero solo tenemos hongos me siento algo mediocre
Un segundo me distraje algo suena en plena media noche
Tomo mi lanza, y voy algo asustado
Todavía escucho las ramas, estos árboles continúan bailando
Me pongo en un arbusto espero no ser detectado
Y mis ojos se iluminan, la luna, hoy me está alumbrando
Un cachorro de lobo, está allí tirado
Qué diablos hago lo salvo ¿o corro asustado?
Mejor me lo llevo quiere vivir y no merece ser rematado
Lo tomo con cuidado, no quiero verlo morir, menos en mis brazos
Ah pasado el tiempo, mi cachorro, parece un lobo viejo
Y pensar que mi tribu, lastimaba el ambiente, les faltábamos el respeto
A los lobos y a los dioses, que ahora nos cuidan y somos parte de una familia
Y pensar que todo come
Sinking of the SSS Dungong Power is a very silly thing to crave. There are much nicer things to want, like love, or water (rare enough to be wanted here), or good salted fish.Sinking of the SSS Dungong1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Really, there can't be any reason to want power other than simply to have it: it doesn't tickle any primal mammalian desires, unless you count the desire to have control over other people. Controlling others means you yourself are not being controlled by them, but if it's freedom you're searching for, why not put your energy into simply wanting that?
No, all power gets you is more work and harder work. Naturally, of all the crew and officers on the SSS Dungong, the captain with all his power has the most difficult work of all — at the moment, he is performing the work of going down with his ship.
And I am looking down at the iron deck of the Dungong some twenty meters below, and the sands some twenty-five, frothing with moistur
On AyalaBeneath the trees, betwixt the stately pines,On Ayala4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the Lady and her beastly Lord see all.
The wealdkin loose their tongues and raise their heads
to lift the forest heart with secret songs.
And in their verdant halls, the twain hold court,
attended by the eagle, fox, and hart,
accepting tribute, as is their just due.
A force of heroes, sleeping at their feet,
lie cold and white, until the time shall come
to rise again and fly beyond the mists
in service to the King Returned. But now
a time more yet must pass before they wake,
and life shall slumber still within their veins
until the Lord and Lady call them back
to take their place in wicked earth again.
Then those twain shall rule the city and the wold,
and stone and steel and murder be laid low,
for where the gods of Life should choose to tread,
no grief can fall nor human psyche know
the sting of death. The night will be here soon
when maid and beast will dance beneath the moon.
Dancing Woman Swamp was almost empty that night. A few people were sitting alone on the couches, or reading a book and smoking a cigarette while enjoying coffee or a nice glass of red wine. I could see the tips light up orange in the dim room as the tobacco burnt silently. I thought about walking up to one of them and asking for a smoke.Dancing Woman10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A woman was dancing clumsily beneath the red spotlights near the stage with a glass in her hand. She was lifting her other skinny arm over her head in a waving motion, in sync with the rhythm of the soft saxophone, then she ran it down her body, snaking it provocatively along her yellow dress. The poorly bleached hair at the top of her head, stood up, shining ominously and giving her a sickening aurora.
She looked well into her forties but I could tell she had a nice face, although it looked tired and worn out because of the alcohol. Her sorrowful expression suddenly changed as the saxophone became louder, the tempo faster, bringi
I'd Rather Die AloneSo this is it? Isn't it? I'm to die in this room alone?I'd Rather Die Alone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the cold table underneath me colder than nitrogen ice,
and the blaring AC bearing down upon me like a sinners vice?
Though my arm has been torn off, and tossed beside my head,
or my leg has been twisted, and my insides scorched dead,
I'm somewhat thankful my mother asked for my nerves to be cut dead.
That way I cannot experience the full force of the pain that's blaring within.
Occasionally, a woman walks in, looks down and says, “I think it's still alive.”
When was I an it, even while dismembered, I’m struggling before her very eyes.
Behind her comes the doctor, with a scalpel in his hands,
“His mother wanted him dead anyway, killing him more won't make a difference.”
The nurse nods and ask, “Should I get more absorbic acid?”
The doctor shakes his head and levels his scalpel, “His head is softer than plastic.”
And with his death-sentence, he drops his arm, and the metal p