Star Wars Training GuideStage 1: youngling Essentially, the Master starts with a blank slate before him. The youngling knows little to nothing of the Force and its uses beyond instinct. It is tempting to skip this stage, but it carries a few essential stages that need to be explored if the person playing the youngling wants a good character development. Alternatively, the 'youngling' can start as somewhat older and more developed, having trained himself a bit before meeting a Master (this is more usual with Sith).Star Wars Training Guide4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Step 1: meeting the youngling and bonding Here is a chance for the Master and the student to communicate. Make sure that the other player gets some of your char's background and personality at this stage. This is also an essential part for character development. How the Master and the student experience each other can have great effects on how they grow, together or otherwise. Here, Jedi will typically be amicable while Sith stress their tradition of eternal strife and adversity from e
Nirnaeth ArnoediadNirnaeth Arnoediad8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of all the battles which are sung, none are as noble, brave, and true
As the tale of this single ruinous one, that I shall try to sing for you
An enormous fight so horrific, that it is spoken of with dread
And the old ones still weep, for the many that are dead
Through lies and treachery, armies assembled on that plain
Not knowing, not even guessing, that there was nothing to gain
This battle was the fifth and last of the war being fought
A devastating conflict that by the end, was all for naught
A mighty alliance forged from three strong and steadfast races
Dwarves, Elves, and Men, still could not resist Morgoth's deadly maces
Try as they might, they failed, and that hallowed ground is named
Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Tears Unnumbered, for the warriors that lay maimed
The sunrise mist had not yet left the field when the battle cry was called
But it did not take long, for the Alliance to break and fall
Why, you may ask, was this so, when the union of these races was tight
I shall t
To all those Repo fanatics...To people whoTo all those Repo fanatics...4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Need a hit, now hurry,
Who wished to God that they were the one who died,
Who let the monster rise,
Who would rather be blind,
Who need a stage name,
Who are a disgrace,
Who blame not their cheeks,
Who need a little help with the agony,
Who keep those vultures guessing,
Who are afraid it's terminal,
Who see things in a graveyard,
Who need to take their medicine,
Who can't get it up if the girl's breathing,
Who don't take shit from no one,
Who will find a hole and fuck it,
Who have a thankless job,
Who mark it up,
Who are cheap imposters,
Who always save a bundle when they buy GeneCo parts,
Who are only living out a lie,
Who are infected,
Who say Bravi, Bravi, Bravisimme,
Who want to go outside,
Who stand at 6 foot 6, head and shoulders,
Who steal and rob graves.
To all those assassins,
Those Night Surgeons,
And Graverobber, Graverobbers
WE SALUTE YOU.
There is a GodThere is a God5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a God,
no mystery about it.
Just look into the sky,
and you will see.
Touch the mountain peak,
and you will see.
Just take a breath,
hold deep then exhale.
And you will see that,
there is a God.
He is in the laugh of every baby,
the glowing smile on their faces.
In the heart of each child,
dancing with the innocence of this life.
He is holding that woman up in her pain.
Giving that man strength in his trials.
Speaking words of life into the hopeless,
shining light into the darkness.
He is God.
He is the whisper in the wind,
calling out your name.
He is the Eye in the storm,
waiting for you to call out to Him.
He is everything you need,
you just need to realize it is Him.
There is a God,
and He is everywhere.
In the oceans tide,
in the gull's cry,
in the fires blaze,
in the clouds rain,
in your hearts song.
There is a God.
Dear Someone,I don't know who you are or why I had the sudden urge to write this. You could be anyone in the whole wide world. But for some reason, you were on my heart this morning. I haven't slept all night, and I guess staring at the ceiling makes one think about what really matters.Dear Someone,3 years ago in Letters More Like This
You're one-of-a-kind, you know that? Not factory-made, not mass-produced, not something but someone. Even if you're a twin or triplet, you're uniquely and wonderfully you. There is something about you that no one else has, and that the world would be woefully without if it were taken away. From the curve of your eyelashes to the barest hint of a smile at one corner of your mouth when you're trying not to laugh, you're a collection of little miracles all wrapped up into one special and wonderfully made package. Each of your cells custom-made, chains of DNA specifically forged and coded just for you. But you're more than science. You're tangible and intangible, physical and ethereal, radiating emotion and life
.:Spring Break Fever APH:.~Prologue~.:Spring Break Fever APH:.3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
American House (9:35 A.M.)
"ALL RIGHT!! Spring break here I come!!!" said Alfred running towards his large bedroom to start packing. The winter had Alfred whining to be back in bed, rather than sitting in conference meeting while Arthur and Ludwig are trying effortlessly to solve the new-found problems in Europe. Not to mention the constant and heavy snowstorms that blocked the front door to his house and the snow was high enough to drown him. But forgetting the winter season, Alfred was more than happy to embrace the sunny skies of spring. After quickly packing for the break, he decided to spend the week annoying his ex-colonizer and brotherly-figure, Arthur Kirkland. He then took out his cell and quickly dialed Arthur's house.
Meanwhile in the house of England, Arthur was quietly asleep dreaming of his pirate days when he was at his most powerful state. As he was dreaming, the images shifted into the times he spent with his ex-colonies: Singapore, India, Hong Kong, Austral
FullMetal Alchemist OC GuideFirst off, you need a name. I'd pick something that does NOT sound Japanese, because most of the characters in FMA do not have Japanese names. Anything European-sounding is fine. Unless you want the character to be from Xing, in which case you'd use a Chinese-sounding name. If your character is someone who was from Xerxes, their name can be a little more creative, but I'd avoid using normal names spelled strangely. Ex: Stefany instead of Stephanie, Kristal instead of Crystal, etc. I'd also avoid using a name another character in the series already has. If you're having difficulty thinking of a name, look at some baby-naming websites.FullMetal Alchemist OC Guide5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Then you pick their age. Most people make their characters 15-16 so they're close in age to Ed and Al. Unless you want to pair the character up with someone like Roy or Scar or Kimbley... in which case you'd pick an age close to theirs. Roy is 28, Scar is likely older. (I'm not sure of his actual age.) So be sure
Finally In The ShitFinally In The Shit4 years ago in Settings More Like This
We were finally in the Shit. The first mission since training had begun. Never thought the day would come, but the Osprey's load ramp was lowering down onto the top of some building in the middle of the Pyongyang. The staff sergeant was prepping his M4A1 carbine before he looked up at the rest of us.
"Get some!" He shouted. "Move, move! Get out of this fuckin' bird! GO, GO!"
The ramp hit the deck and we ran off. The rotor-wash whipped dust and small flyers around; looking back at the Osprey I could see sparks from incoming rounds. The bird was taking a lot of fire from the building across the street from the DPRK Korean People's Army Ground Forces. Probably just NKorea Type-68 AKM-copies. The ramp went back up on the Osprey and the engines droned for power to get off the deck.
"Heavy-MG! Three o'clock!" A Corporal shouted.
Thirty light rifles and medium machine-guns opened up on the heavy machine-gun but it was too late; the Russian NSV heavy machine-gun opened up on the
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
Mass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERSMass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERS2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MASS EFFECT 3 ALTERNATE ENDING *SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*
**EDIT** Holy crap this got way more attention than I was expecting. The comments and support have been amazing everyone!
A few points: Credit where credit is due; this ending, as much as everyone seems to love it, was only created because the amazing team at Bioware created a universe that was so rich and full of life and detail. As much as I know a lot of fans are hurt by what they did, we need to remember that Bioware still created an incredible trilogy, one of the best ever. So hats off to them all round.
Also, this was written really fast and so the ending (specifically the last part on how you actually win using TIM's signal) isn't very fleshed out. I know there are holes, and they can actually be fixed quite easily. This isn't perfect. Also, this doesn't deal with a 'happy' ending. If there were to be one, or you were to even CONSIDER taking the fourth option, you'd need to be damn ready. I'm talking ALL war assets e
Love PoemsDo you love me?Love Poems8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Or do you not?
you told me once, but i forgot.
So tell me now, and tell me true, so I can say that I love you.
Of all the guys I've ever met, you're the one, I won't forget.
And if I die before you do, I go to heaven and wait for you.
From the moment I saw you i knew this was true
So damn beautiful my eyes fixated on you.
I wanted to hug you, hold you so tight,
I wanted to tell you this feels so right.
Now i have a voice, my feelings out loud,
A smile on my face so happy and proud.
A girl with a dream and a dream come true,
A girl who has found the one, the one is you!
When I first saw you I was afraid to meet you,
When I first met you i was afraid to kiss you,
When I first kissed you I was afraid to love you,
and now that i love you i am afraid to loose you.
Love is like a river, or maybe a deep blue sea.
Love flows on forever, always and endlessly.
Love is something special, something you can't touch or see.
Love is amazing, this thing I feel for you and you for me.
Who needs friends?Who needs friends?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A good enemy is better than a best friend
A good enemy can't betray
A good enemy won't go away
A good enemy will be there at the end
A best friend will fail
A best friend tells you what to think
A best fiend pushes you to the brink
A best friend will bail
A good enemy pushes you forward
A good enemy tests your steel
A good enemy makes you real
A good enemy seeks no reward
A best friend makes demands
A best friend always judges
A best fiend holds grudges
A best friend won't withstand
With an enemy you know they hate you
With a friend you are not sure
To an enemy you can be true
When they run you through
It won't be from behind
A friend won't just let it end
Tell you they never liked you
Every story you tell they bend
Every wound you mend
They inflict two more
With enemies like these who needs friends
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The Ten Commandments of Fanfiction Writing1. Thou shall not take credit for work that does not belong to them.The Ten Commandments of Fanfiction Writing2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
One of the most important rules of fanfiction writing, in my opinion: Credit the original creator. Always have a disclaimer somewhere amongst your works, whether it be each individual chapter or just a simple "I own nothing" statement on your profile. I, being a lazy ass, use the latter choice of that sentence. If you make the decision to use song lyrics for something, credit the artist as well. Same with fanart--the characters you are drawing are not yours. I hate to break it to you, but you don't own Rainbow Dash. The Sonic Screwdriver did not pop up first in your overactive imagination. A certain blonde ninja obsessed with ramen who has a nine-tailed fox demon sealed inside of him is not your creation.
2. Thou shall enlist the help of a dictionary, thesaurus, encyclopedia, spellcheck, and an editor before submitting their work.
Another biggie for me. I take great pains to make sure my pieces--f
The Twelve Days of ACOn the first day of AC, my wing-girl gave to me:The Twelve Days of AC7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
An X-02 in a hanger.
On the second day of AC, my wing-girl gave to me:
Two Morgans and an X-02 in a hanger.
On the third day of AC, my wing-girl gave to me:
Three YF-23s, two Morgans, and an X-02 in a hanger.
On the fourth day of AC, my wing-girl gave to me:
Four F-4s, three YF-23s, two Morgans, and an X-02 in a hanger.
On the fifth day of AC, my wing-girl gave to me:
Five F-15 ACTIVEs! Four F-4s, three YF-23s, two Morgans, and an X-02 in a hanger.
On the sixth day of AC, my wing-girl gave to me:
Six F-16s, five F-15 ACTIVEs! Four F-4s, three YF-23s, two Morgans, and an X-02 in a hanger.
On the seventh day of AC, my wing-girl gave to me:
Seven Su-37s, six F-16s, five F-15 ACTIVEs! Four F-4s, three YF-23s, two Morgans, and an X-02 in a hanger.
On the eighth day of AC, my wing-girl gave to me:
Eight F/A-18s, seven Su-37s, six F-16s, five F-15 ACTIVEs! Four F-4s, three YF-23s, two Morgans, and an X-02 in a hanger.
On the ninth day of AC, my
I hate love poemsI hate love poems.I hate love poems10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am sick to death with,
"How soft are his lips",
"The curve of her hips",
I don't want to hear about these fallacies you build up in your head,
And write in your little black book to show your friends,
Pretending you're some great poet.
The world is filled with billions of topics, and yet,
Nine times out of ten,
Amateurs, with their books of words
And rhyming dictionaries,
Chose to write about an emotion, a fear of loneliness.
"Her golden hair",
"His chocolate stare",
I can't take it anymore.
One at a time, you march onto stage, and squint in the glaring spotlight
As you smile at the faceless, dark audience
And pour out your thoughts on love
With bad rhyming and questionable syncopation.
Poem after poem after poem
"I feel his hands upon my neck",
"When you're gone I am a wreck",
And I sit there, on that itchy green sofa and wish
With every single bone in my body,
Going past the bones and wishing with every inch of myself,
That I was anywhere but here.
Star Wars: Crossroads of the ForcePrologueStar Wars: Crossroads of the Force2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
IN THE ETERNAL DARKNESS the flashing of blue and red lights is the only illumination that can be seen. In the wake of the red and blue flashes the sound of lightsabers clashing can be heard and draw nearer; as do the flashes of light. Strangely enough voices can also be heard over the clashing lightsabers. “The boy belongs to me. My former apprentice.” says one of the voices. “I won’t allow you to corrupt him as you me!” says the other voice.
“MOMMY!” cried Jake. The dream had awoken the poor boy from his sleep for the third time in a month. He couldn’t understand why he was having this dream over and over, and the more he thought about it, the more it scared him. Suddenly his bedroom door slid open and his mother Rayla rushed in, wrapped the young five-year-old boy tightly in her arms and said, “Shh, its ok sweetheart, Mommy’s here.” “I-I had that dream again,” sobbed Jake, “but there were two