FT Anime End.haha I know I wrote about this about million times but still...More Like This
Ok so the anime ended today with "To be continued" at the end. The ending was the same as the ending in the manga (the chapter where the anime stopped).
Here (manga chapter): http://mangafox.me/manga/fairy_tail/v35/c297/24.html
Here is some info on Anime News Network: http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/news/2013-03-30/final-fairy-tail-episode-ends-with-to-be-continued-message
So "Fairy Tail Best" is supposed to start on April 4th! Im just really confused... why aren't there any teasers or anything? not even a poster.... it was only mentioned in the radio special. I just hope the anime will be released next week on thursday, and not next year. But since the year was not mentioned, I think it's next week.
This is what is written on the FT Official website:
"Rebroadcast decision! !
Reruns of "FAIRY TAIL" decision!
Title: Best Fairy Tales!
Broadcast every Thursday evening at 5:30 from Thursday, April 04 Date: broadcasting
RotGW: Part TwoLeaning back in his seat, Battler began to relax while waiting for the tea to be ready, "So, Ronove, what type of tea are you making this time?" Even though he had a solid anti-fantasy outlook on life, and this situation in particular, Battler was very fond of the tea that Ronove and Virgilia made. One might say that he wished for fantasy to exist just slightly due to this.More Like This
Despite this fact, Battler was unshakable on his resolve to disprove the existence of magic, and save his family. However, through all of the experience he had gained through the eight games, he had come to a unique perspective that, if his plan was pulled off correctly, could allow those from the meta world to exist, even with magic being disproved.
Delicately pouring the tea into a cup, Ronove smiled. He was happy that Battler had decided to keep the game going, even if only for a little bit longer. This knowledge gave him not only the comfort of knowing he had longer to exist, but the hopes that Battler had final
The Part Where He...It was a simple trap, yet brilliant in that simplicity: set up a series of aerial faith plates to catapult that wretched little girl and her stupid vegetable companion into a funnel, that would lead to a panel that would send them to a platform right in the middle of several spike-plates. Wheatley smirked proudly as he looked over his trap again, she would never see it coming. No matter how good a jumper she was that did bugger all if there wasn't any nearby ledges or portal surfaces to jump to.More Like This
It was a shame really, Chell was such a good test subject. Or at least she was. Now that she had found out a way to stop giving Wheatley the solution euphoria he so desperately longed to feel, she was entirely useless to him. Those tests were fun, but he needed to feel that euphoria. He would get that sensation again soon enough, because Chell would be dead and those two little robots were going to run his tests; and if that didn't work out he was confident he could ge
Drawing on the WallGLaDOS' deep frown grew deeper as she walked through the test chambers, as much as she didn't want to walk through the destruction that little moron had caused to her facility, protocols required her to (there weren't exactly humans left alive to maintain and repair the facility), and after all the work she had done to get rid of the flora and fauna now she had to deal with test chambers crushed together haphazardly. That girl had said something about what a horrendous job the moron had done in "building" test chambers; that was one of the few times GLaDOS smiled at something she said. Or she would have, if she wasn't a potato at the time.More Like This
She had reactivated several "failed" cores to help rebuild the facility (as much as she hated to admit it, she couldn't get the place up and running by herself), she could feel them running around in their respective chambers. Carrying out rubble, trying to re-attach wires while simultaneously avoiding falling into the "bottomless" pits that w
Umineko X Higurashi RP OutlineThe games had finally ended, and everyone had finally become complacent with the ending that had been obtained...At least, that is what we were lead to believe. However, amongst the kakera floated a witch. It was Bernkastel. Despite all that had happened her boredom still had not been cured, and its poison was slowly eating her away. Her almost lifeless eyes had dulled even more, to the point where they had become a dull shade of grey. It was a truly pitiful sight.More Like This
Watching the witch of miracles was none other than the witch of certainty. As she looked at her old rival, she began to wonder if there was anything she could do for the dying witch, or if it was time for her to fade away from this world and proceed into hell, like many voyager witches before them. However, as they sat there, floating in the near endless sea of demensions, a light miracle happened.
Almost as if fate had intervined, a kakera floated around the head of Bernkastel, and through the cristaline world came forth th
I Have Yet to Title Zhis.All was quiet in the subway; it was the weekends but strangely enough, no one wanted to challenge. Of course, that left Ingo and Emmett to their own devices, and Ingo knew that somehow or another, Emmett was going to blow something up. Having lived with the crazy-psycho for the majority (read: all) of his life; it was only a matter of time, so Ingo decided to head out into Nimbasa partially for some peace and quiet, and partially for a cappuccino.More Like This
However, his departure was not fast enough, as soon he spotted a Joltik on his sleeve. He frowned; and tried to pull the little bug pokémon off, to ensure a safe escape, only to be met with a jolt of electricity and a major headache.
"Bruder!!!" someone screamed across the way, and Ingo froze. The only one who dared to call him 'Bruder' and still lived was
"Vhy didn't you vait for mir?" whined Emmet; his perpetual happiness always wanted Ingo to smash his bruder's face in. But he never did. Why? Because then it
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I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!
"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and good will spreading amongst their friends and loved ones. The mother and son, however, had missed out on their shopping and were forced to rush and see what they could get the night before.
"Every corner they turned and every step they took left them visually bombarded with fantastic, glowing displays of old time toys and new wave technology. Add
If Kronos Drank MilkWhen I was little, Mama always told me that you couldn't swear by God's name, because then He might expect you to do something for him. So she always swore by milk. I felt very enlightened.More Like This
"Milk," she'd mutter whenever I forgot to hang up the laundry, "I've raised a useless child." Or, sometimes it was more like, "Milk! Jessie, get outta that tree, girl!" Things like that.
People would always look at us strangely, and not because Mama and I looked so different. We'd be in the store and Mama would be muttering "milk" at the oddest times, and I'd be standing on the other side of the aisle with my hands hiding in the edges of my coat pockets.
Even when I was a teenager, Mama would still make me take a shower at 8:30 so that she could brush my hair before she went to bed. She made me grow it out, and I felt like an Indian because it was so dark and it hadn't been cut since I was four. Every night, I'd sit in front of the decaying couch on a stool and let Mama brush my hair while she watch
An Untold StoryDecades ago, during the beginnings of the Kanto civil war, two parents were proud to have their firstborn sons as pioneers in what they hoped would become an age of peace. Not one beautiful, healthy child, but identical, red-eyed, black-haired twins.More Like This
As they grew older, they were as close as brothers could be. Growing up, the older twin learned to be protective, feeling it was his duty as the "elder" brother. The younger grew to be more aloof and carefree. The older taught the younger to stay on task, mature, and work on his goals. The younger taught the older to have fun and never try to grow up too fast.
As a child, the elder became a wonderful leader. While the younger twin looked up to his brother, in secret the older brother thought just as highly of him. They were the best of friends. They worked beautifully as a team; they were unstoppable.
The time came for them to catch their first Pokémon. In those days, children did not receive Pokémon from adults. If they wante
Low Tide HorrorLittle Sandy was so excited. Her mommy and daddy were taking her to the beach! She had been waiting for this day ever since the days got hotter and her mommy and daddy started to plan for a day out. She was also six and a half now, which meant she could swim without her parents beside her, as long as she wore her water ring.More Like This
Her mommy had said coming to the beach early meant beating the crowds of people and having more time in the water. The tide would be low, but that would be alright. They would have a picnic breakfast on the beach and feed the flocks of Wingulls around. Maybe one would even befriend Sandy. The little girl was so excited about that, her daddy didn't have the heart to say no.
Which is why they got up so early for a Saturday. Sandy couldn't stop bouncing around and anticipating the fun she would have. The only thing she didn't like was that she couldn't bring a friend with her, but her mommy said there would be other kids her age to play with.
As soon as they arrived i
The WriterA golden eclipse was emblazoned upon the back of his eyelids. The crisp, morning light, an event horizon on the surface of his vision. He found it so peaceful to lie here; watching the fire dance on the skin of his eyes, to see the distortion such a simple veneer could have on life. Everything was different depending on perspective. A certain paradigm is an important thing; it discerns life or death, true or false, love or hate. A simple problem can be interpreted, and solved, in several different ways. Untying the Gordian Knot is either a complex puzzle or a simple chopping manoeuvre.More Like This
John Tullock admired and cherished this, as it meant in someone else's view; he was an innocent man, even if he didn't believe it himself. Regardless of his own beliefs, twenty of his peers had agreed to this, and according to the Sixth Amendment, he had enjoyed the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district. The trial had been speedy, certainly. His sentence howev