Theoretical Dog GeneticsWhen I was a kid I can remember being confused by the logic of dog genetics presented in cartoons. When two different looking dogs had puppies, the boy puppies looked like the dad and the girl puppies looked like the mom. I can only guess that this lack of originality was an attempt to cash in on the new character's resemblance to an older character that had already won people over, but where's the fun in that? Being the animal nerd that I am, I resolved to give myself a way to design a realistic guide to prevent such blandness.Theoretical Dog Genetics4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
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Much of this has not yet been proven in studies with real dogs, so if you want to learn more about a real dog it is useful to research the specific breed or likely breeds that are in the dog's background.
Each locus is a spot which can hold two possible alleles out of any number present in the whole species. All together the alleles (genotype) give you the final appearance (phenotype). To decide the appearance of offspring of two characters, g
Australia - Memories: My NameYou could say their relationship started with a list.Australia - Memories: My Name5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You will only speak English in my presence. You will only speak English unless instructed otherwise. You will learn to read and write. You will not vandalize your prayer books. You will attend every one of Reverend Johnson's sermons. You will be baptized. You will be respectful and well-mannered. You will wear clothes."
New South Wales nodded slowly as if to an unheard beat, legs swinging in the air from where he sat. His gaze drifted from the pacing Englishman to the window behind him and the sunny day it promised. Absently he picked at his ear.
A hand grabbed the back of the chair and jolted him out of his thoughts. Green eyes hovered in front of brown.
"You will listen to me and look at me when I am speaking to you."
Though startled, New South Wales found himself grinning. He nodded and England s
Jak 2: Bath Time Part 1Jak 2: Bath Time!! Part 1Jak 2: Bath Time Part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Jak!! Jak! This is no time for a nap!" Daxter shouted, shaking his friend who had just taken a nasty hit to the head and was now on the ground. Out cold, every attempt he tried failed. Long hair falling in front of his face, Daxter tried in vain to lift Jak's head up as the metal heads approached, eyeing their prey hungrily. "Jak, if you've got the least bit of conciousness left, now would be a good time to make the best of it!" the ottsel shouted, backing up as the metal heads came closer. Seeing as his friend wasn't responding, Daxter cringed, preparing for a world of hurt.
Suddenly, a crackling noise joined the numerous growling of the beasts, and Daxter opened his eyes, slowly turning to Jak, who now had purple eco dancing all along his skin, turning it a pale color. Horns jutted fro his head, and his fingers became long, bla
Jak 2: bath Time Part 4Jak 2: Bath time!! Part 4Jak 2: bath Time Part 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tess and Daxter were thoroughly bored. How come Torn and Ashelin got to see all the cool stuff? Daxter sighed, as Tess stroked the ottsels furry head. When do you think theyll be back? Tess asked Daxter as he lounged in her lap. Tess kept a hand on her communicator just in case they needed the two.
Eh who knows? They might be gone for a while, seeing as that was one creepy scream Daxters fur stood on end slightly at the memory of it. Besides! We have a lot more leeway with those two gone! he brightened up, ears sticking almost straight up. He then lowered them in a sigh,Who am I kidding. This has got to be the most boring Daxter slowed his voice as his eyes watched something outside. It was nearby the trap. Tess! Daxter hissed. He motioned over to her, but put a finger to his mouth to tell her to keep as quiet as she can. She nodded, and leaned over hi
if she were any more tomato she'd be blueberryxvii.if she were any more tomato she'd be blueberry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to write about how this world of
absolute truth, knowledge, and solid food
that which we hold high between two fingers is always
full of watery applesauce and little white half-truths.
and about how utterly strange
it is that all the simple things that people
write about on pages are, in reality,
very few and far between.
and i want to write about how there is
peace and war and
poverty and treasure and
cruelty and sometimes,
i want to write a poem about why the hell i'm wasting
my time writing poems when i could maybe
actually be doing something productive
or contributing to society or
and i want to write about why there aren't
nearly enough apple trees that grow
in dark moldy closets or underwater
or on the sun or inside craters of the moon
or in the desert or in the deep winter.
because god knows those places
need them now mor
Jak 2: Bath time part 2Jak 2: Bath Time!! Part 2Jak 2: Bath time part 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There is no way in hell I am tracking him down to get him to take a bath Torn didnt even want to THINK about the suggestion Daxter just offered. He began to pace around his desk, his brows furrowed about what to do. Why worry about Jak? It was just a stupid bath besides, if he was that thing, he didnt need to worry about danger.
While I myself know a bath isnt required Daxter smirked, not exactly the ace of cleanliness either,but think about what he could do out in the city. Bringing it up made Torns pacing around the table slow slightly, taking the thought into his head. He could massacre the guard, he could cause all sorts of possible mayhem and mess things up for us! Worse comes to worse he could be captured. Daxter stared at Torn, who was staring now at the doorway Dark had fed through only a half an hour ago
Return of a heroThe sun was high in the pale blue skies above the city, the ocean creating a dark spot in his vision as he looked out over the rooftops.Return of a hero6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All was calm, for the moment.
The eastern wall was getting repaired from the damage it had taken in the last attack and every citizen who was old enough to do so had volunteered to join the forces fighting off the marauders.
This was a city prepared for battle at anytime in the day now, ready to fight for their lives down to the very last man or woman. And still he hadnt heard anything about anyone ever complaining about not feeling safe here. This fact he wasnt so surprised by, but he didnt think it would be too long either before the first complaints would start coming.
Sig sighed heavily and turned away from the window.
He was alone in the throne room and at the moment it was exactly what he wanted; to be alone with his troubled thoughts.
He had been put to rule by a mere mistake, but he also knew he wouldnt have been chosen
5. Seeking Solace5. Seeking Solace5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Something about Australia.
It has been a curiosity of mine for a good long while now; I had merely forgotten about it until he suddenly popped up. They are bushy, just like Art'ur's. Perhaps not quite as thick, but still noticeable to an extent that they stick out on his face. Et though his hair is darker than l'Angleterre, their eyes glimmer beautifully alike. Vert. Vert like the fields. Vert like an emerald. Vert like the greedy monster within me that yearns to get closer to him, simply because of their similar appearance.
Along with resembling l'Angleterre, he unfortunately bares a resemblance to l'Amérique; poor, unfortunate boy. Those two bits of hair that never fail to stick up from his part. So curious. It is eating away at me. I want to know. I need to know.
And so, one day, I approached him. It was after Angleterre et I had fallen out et I had given him away to Amerique. Mon couer was in a ransacked state et I needed something to quell the empty feeling inside.
OverloadOverloadOverload11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By Kaycee Ronin
This's probably the longest one shot I've ever written, but I must say I'm proud of it. Be prepared for full and unbridled angst ahead. I really love tormenting Jak. ^^ And on that note, Jak, Daxter, Torn, Vin, Kor, and all other characters of Jak II: Renegade belong to Sony and Naughty Dog. I wish I owned them, but I'm just a poor college student who gets a kick out of taking her frustrations out on fictional game characters.
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The rounded object sitting on the table had a slight shine to it, awkward in it's shape, and even stranger in function. Daxter had hopped from his usual spot to the table to peer at it more closely. The metallic object was almost as big as the fuzzy ottsel studying it. "This...is Vin's new invention?" The blond haired elf standing on one side of the table peered at the odd contraption from over his furry friend's head.
Across from him, the taller elf, Torn folded his arms. "It's a bomb designed t
Black Label rough draft scriptThe Deathlings: Black LabelBlack Label rough draft script5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
© 2010 Ian Struckhoff
Summary - A Deathling, The Nameless Cowboy, breaks into a series of apartments in the City of Fog, looking for something. Once he discovers the right place, he leads a group of refugees there-- and we see that he chose it as a safe place well-stocked with cigars, whiskey, water, and a bit of food. (Cowboys and Zombies!)
Black Label -
The Man with No Name - (TMWNN in this script) - A Deathling who used to be a cowboy. He's gruff, unshaven, and scarred. He doesn't have a name, but he does have guns.
The Undead - Hordes of zombies and other undead. They range from the recently-dead, to the horrifically rotting, to skeletons. Can also include undead fantasy creatures, vampires, wraiths, etc.-- but only rarely if at all in this story.
The Refugees - Five pour lost souls lost in a world of fog and zombies. Ideally, it shouldn't be entirely clear whether they are modern poor people or medieval peasants. Just that they are poor
Jak and Daxter II - 2Alarms rang off from everywhere at once, red lights bathed the corridors in a crimson red light, the same color as the armor of the soldiers chasing us. "Jak, over there! Watch out, he's got a gun!" I shouted, pointing at the obvious guard. "They ALL have guns, Dax." Jak replied calmly. I made a face but my partner didn't see it.Jak and Daxter II - 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
We had been running madly through the obstacles of the Baron's prison, looking desperately for an exit to no avail. At least until we passed another guard. . .
"Finally, light!" I said in relief, eyeing the corridor we were heading down. With dizzying momentum, Jak went into a barrel roll, surging forward with all his strength outside the life-sized air duct we had been trying to travel through. As we passed through I stuck a hand out and grabbed a passing Precursor Orb. I shove it in Jak's returned pack, making four in all we found in that place.
The drop was a little high so we landed with a *thud!* onto the hard pavement. I climbed off Jak, clonking my head
Crafting a fantasy nameBes = oathCrafting a fantasy name4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
zara (-ezara) = Lightning
Ta = Fox
yn = Bringer
onna = Keep/Keeper
las = wild
Ar = Gold/Golden
Dae = White
ean = Ride/Rider
Eil = Azure/Blue
Ka = Dragon
Ly = Wolf
kash (-ashk; -okash) = Fate
Kor = Black
ianna (-ia; -ii; -ion) = Lady
tha (-etha) = Heal/Healer/Healing
La = Night
ael = Great
il (-iel; -ila; -lie) = Gift/Giver
mus = Aly/Companion
ess (-esti) = Elves/Elvin
vain (-avain) = Spirit
She = Age/Time
Si = Cat/Feline
nes = Heart
Ver = Peace
Lue = Riddle
Syl = Faerie
Laf = Moon
ali = Shadow
iat = Fire
rah (-rae; -raee) = Beast
Mai = Death/Slayer
Fir = Dark
emar = Honor
avel = Sword
Na = Ancient
Ah = Crafty/Sly
deth (-eath; -eth) = Eternal
tae (-itae) = Beloved/Love
Ha = Free/Freedom
The Dear PlayStationThe Dear PlayStation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mobis New Nest (Video Game Addict and Virgin): Dear PlayStation, me and my friends are debating what the best console is between Wii, XBOX360 and PlayStation 3
Kevin Butler (PlayStation 3 Fanatic/Extremist): *Wearing a T-Shirt that reads 'Wii Hate XBOX360 and NINTENDO WII' You and your geek friends really need to get a life and to answer your rhetorical question of course it's the PS3. Excuse me a second *Takes a sledgehammer and smashes a Nintendo Wii console on the floor*
Mobis New Nest: Don't you think that's bias?
Kevin Butler (PlayStation 3 Fanatic/Extremist): * Kevin Butler is standing with his back to you while urinating on an XBOX360, he turns his head to look at you* Bias? Absolutely. Excuse me a moment *zips up his pants then walks over to sink to wash his hands and dries them on a towel* The PlayStation 3 is the G.O.A.T to dumb it down for you The Greatest Of All Time console ever, end of story.
Mobis New Nest: How can you say that when the W
RyRy: Snow DayRyRy: Snow Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rylie glanced at the snow-covered surroundings. She was walking through a dense forest, but the previous snowstorms had blanketed the area completely. Her squad members were wearing white outer coats over their protective gear to camouflage with the environment.
Rylie smiled as she saw Nicky struggling to trudge smoothly in the spread of snow. His hands flailed clumsily with every step he took.
"Nicky, stop doing that. You look like a good shot target." Dawn said when she glanced behind her shoulders. The redhead was leading the way, followed by Nicky and Rylie.
"I hate the snow." Nicky muttered under his breath, and glanced at a smiling Rylie.
"But it's a beautiful day." The small blonde replied back gently. "You should be glad the snowstorm's over.
Nicky scoffed. "I will be glad when we get out of here."
"Stop complaining, Nicky." A voice buzzed through the squad's ear pieces. It was Zack's voice. The leader was at the headquarters, watching over their steps from an aerial view. "We
Fantasy NamesAceFantasy Names7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Therapists, I don't like their taste.i.Therapists, I don't like their taste.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse-
instead of pills,
if a therapist could
give me the strength
i might just
take my chances.
OblivionOblivion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That kind of beauty
can haunt a life
and ruin a man,
the incandescent taste of skin
so fair it flouts
a summer day
and taunts the bed clothes
as if to say
this is but a borrowed pleasure;
the supple lilt of hips
making wastrels of my senses
and savoring the scent
of flesh entrapping secrets
like a summer solstice;
and that last wave of wonder
puckered in a silken crescent
breaking over me
I am Me..Please DON'T...I am Me..5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
judge me for what you see
Just LOVE me...
for who I am...