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[SIZE=1][FONT=Verdana][b]What is it?[/b] OB Anthology [b]Why is it Nifty?[/b] It is by far my most favorite part of the Arena and lately it's been full of great ideas and very creative well written stories. Good stuff indeed. [b]What is it?[/b] Semjaza Azazel [b]Why is it Nifty?[/b] His posts are always well thought out and enlightening even if you disagree. He makes a good argument no matter what the topic and that's what a good forum is all about. Plus he's soooo dreamy!! [b]What is it?[/b] Kill Adam [b]Why is it Nifty?[/b] It started the whole RPG revolution thing and was a trend setter for pretty much every other RPG that's popped up since then. It also was chock full of just about all of OB's best writers and is just plain thouroughly entertaining. [b]What is it?[/b] Lore [b]Why is it Nifty?[/b] She mods with style and her threads are spectacular. 'Nuff said. [b]What is it?[/b] Godel [b]Why is it Nifty?[/b] At a time when OB lounge just seemed to be drowning in less than coherant babble she came along like a breath of fresh air. She's brilliant in my eyes and I love her work in Anthology. [b]What is it?[/b] The ReAnimatrix Thread [b]Why is it Nifty?[/b] This is one of the threads from last year that definately stands out in my minds eyes. The general idea behind it is genius and everyone's contributions are amazing. [b]What is it?[/b] What Smells Like Blue [b]Why is it Nifty?[/b] It's very hard for me to find something I can post about in OL and this was just an awesome idea for a thread. The discussion wasn't exactly up to par by everyone, but a few people really did offer some very good information and that made it great for me. The title was fun as well heh. [b]What is it[/b] Heaven's Cloud [b]Why is it Nifty?[/b] He's witty and an awesome story teller. I look forward to reading his myO because his entries are just that amazingly good. [b]What is it[/b] Arcadia [b]Why is it Nifty?[/b] She's just wonderful all around and all her contributions to the Anthology and the RPG forum are more than memorable. She's a genius. [b]What is it[/b] 55 Fiction [b]Why is it Nifty?[/b] Because it's the only thread I post in without hesitation. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[center][b]My Girlfriends Bestfriend[/b][/center] ...tried to kiss me. I've never been in a situation like this before, but it's scary. I only like one, the one I'm with and one would think it's as simple as saying back off... but it's not really... I swallow what feels like my baseball, wring my hands and I tell her what went down.

[center][b]Coming of Age[/b][/center] Driving around again, aimlessly, she felt like she was part of some coming of age book. She had cut his hair in some dark abandoned road, the headlights from his dark green Monte Carlo their only illumination. "It's horrible," he laughed as he lighted up. They had sex to The Smiths in his back seat.

I never believed in Santa, never. My parents have always been very adamant about getting credit for the load of money they spend on us for Christmas. However if Santa did exist, I imagine he'd have the power to stop time because that'd be the obvious power to have. Plus, he's like a saint so he obviously has the devine trinity working on his side. How much more magical can you get?

To tell you the truth I stopped trying to define what it was I believed in a long time ago. I do believe in a higher being, but I don't get into it because after a long childhood of having religion forced down my throat I decided my relationship with God was too personal to just throw out there. I wouldn't call myself a Christian or anything else that specific, I don't think I'm much of an agnostic either. I just do my own thing as far as that goes, if that makes any sense at all. And on a different note entirely, I skimmed through most of this thread so I'm not sure if anyone else gave it a shot and got it right, but I wanted to give a stab at guessing Azure Wolf's religion of choice. For some reason I've always had the impression that you were a Muslim....

[center][b]Hot Hot Heat[/b][/center] The sun was so hot it made her skin itch. All around her there was absolutely nothing and the canteen loosely hanging at her side had been empty for a while now. She tilted her head up, the sky was cloudless and she thought she saw a vulture slowly circling around her. She was lost.

[center][b][COLOR=Pink]+[/COLOR][/b][/center] Perhaps it was a bit naive, but she never thought it?d happen to her. She?d been so careful since the night she started. She looked at her tiny figure in the mirror and then picked up the tiny white plastic from her night stand once more. She stared at that pink positive sign and cried.

[center][b]11 o'clock[/b][/center] She drove down the road, her hair whipping all about her. Her left hand gently glided over the waves of cold wind, memorizing the air. Her shirt was untucked and half unbuttoned, her bare feet pressing on the pedals. It was late and she felt free. How amazing it was to be out of work.

I'd like to join too, I've been trying to find some more things to read and this seems like a good way to do that. Right now I can finish up a book in two weeks, but once January rolls by I'll be balancing work and school so I'm not so sure that two weeks will be enough time to not only read the book, but asorb what it's really about. Whatever the case, I think this is a kick ass idea.

I associate color with is music, in fact I have a hard time in general describing music or explaining why I like it. It's colors and stories and a lot of it, or at least my more favorite songs, give me this blue and ethereal feeling. I figure that's perhaps why I'm not too good at writing reviews, because I like things based on reasons like the feelings it causes in me and the imagery in my head. It's hard for another person to relate to those because they're personal. Moreover, I think I veil things in color, like if I were to remember my childhood I'd view it in my mind's eye as very white and clear, like something on camera with the flash on too bright. My parents are rose tinted, like those old 70s photographs. And going to the Keys is that dark blue, with a hint of purple in it and Hooverphonics in the background.

I watched this yesterday with a bunch of my muy macho male friends mostly because nothing else that I would willingly watch was playing. I thought it was really well done, even they liked it. The cinematography was excellent and the costume design was really cool, especially of all the Neverland creatures. It was really sentimental and I agree with you on Peter's performance, especially at the end. It was very heart wrenching, everyone in the theater was sniffling heh. I also agree with you when you compare it to Big Fish, as a matter of fact as I walked out the theater I mentioned that to my friends. It was a pretty cool movie so yea.

I made a thread about the Killers a month or so back, it got nothing but I guess that's besides the point. The played in the Culture Room down here on Tuesday and I wanted to go but the tickets were impossible to get, damn scalpers and their expensive overpricing. They had been sold out for a while and so I missed my chance. A friend of mine went though, she said that the CD has nothing on their live performance which I do believe from what I saw on the $2 bill show on MTV. I absolutely love Brandon Flowers voice, and that whole retro feel they have. Good ol' synthesizers ^_^ Off the entire album there are probably four or five songs that I like which perhaps isn't much, but what I do like is just that good. It completely overshadows any complaints I might have about any other song. I love how he sings in this moch British accent and I'm really fond of the lyrics too. My favorite song is Smile Like You Mean It, for a long time it was about the only song I heard and it just brought up all these emotions. It's awesome. I hear they're coming out with a video to Mr.Bright Side pretty soon which I'm actually pretty excited to see. I'm sure they'll play it a thousand and one times on MTV2 though so yea.

My parent's are racist. In actuality most of the older hispanic people that were raised in their country are, or at least the one's I've come across. With my parents, it's gotten to the point where I don't even say anything about it anymore. When I was younger I would really tear into them about it, but I don't really think the generalizations she makes are malicious or anything. I think mostly it's the environment they were raised in. My mom wants me to end up with a Hispanic Christian man, I don't care. I dated this guy that was white, and she was so mean to him and he was so nice to me. I don't understand her reasoning sometimes, I figure as long as he pays the child support it's all good. As for outside of my parents, it all depends on the context and the situation, when I was younger I was picked on a lot because I was Hispanic and I guess I learned to use self depreciating humor as a defense mechanism. I proud of my heritage, but stereotypes when not taken seriously can be pretty funny. I can't stand being talked down to though, and I can't stand watching people being talked down to either so yea. It depends and stuff.

This doesn't make sense to me at all. When a person dies he ceases to exist, but that hardly means he never did exist. The dead man has no purpose to himself, but he serves a purpose to others. When someone says "he lives on in the hearts of others" it's to console the living and as far as his role in nature, well that unavoidable, Circle of Life and all that. I don't even know if I'm answering your question properly seeing as I'm not very sure what your question is.

I think it's more like Attraction, Amiability and then Trust most of the time. Like rainkius said trust takes a long time to build and moreover I don't think most people begin a relationship thinking "This is it for the rest of my life," and so it's not very difficult to jump into things just for the momentary gain. You can't really say, I trust this person so I'll be amicable toward them and then be physically attracted, it's just not how it works. You're attracted so you're friends in hopes to gain something deeper, at least that's how it's worked for me in the past. Whatever the case, I don't actually follow any specific, or non-specific for that matter, guideline. As corny as it sounds I let my feelings guide me and feelings are irrational and can lead you to make some dumb decisions, but if anything they do make some memorable romances.

I think the chances of a power abusing cop are [i]a lot[/i] higher than 1 out of 1000. I actually believe that the majority of cops are corrupt in some manner. I may be a bit biased in thinking this and perhaps it's just because of the area I live in and the race that I am, but in my lifetime I have yet to run into a cop that has helped me in some form or another or dealt with me in a respectable manner. Whenever I or any member of my family has been approached by one, the cop often does so with a sort of smugness, talking down to us, especially to my non-English speaking parents. It's like they have superiority complexes. I remember reading once in my sister's psychology book that according to certain studies police officers tend to be very abusive toward their loved ones. They're so used to people obeying everything they say that when it doesn't happen they just go crazy. I remember a while back I was at the Youth Fair which is a very huge deal in Miami-Dade county. There were these two men sitting on a roller coaster ride and one of the people that worked there was forcing them to get off. The man said he wanted his ticket back so the girl went around back and picked up some random paper off the floor and offered it to the man. Now, what person would actually believe that these are actual tickets, especially considering that it was raining and everything on the gound was wet and muddy. The man refused them, asked for his real tickets and out of nowhere three men just jumped on him and started beating the very literal **** out of him. His friend tried to interject and he too was beaten up. By the end they were so bloodied up, one of the men's eye was bulging out at what I had thought was an impossible measure. His chain had been yanked off and he was searching around for it on the ground and the cop wouldn't stop. The most horrendous part of this is that there were people actually cheering them on and when it was all done one of the cops got on the roller coaster and rode it as if what had just gone on was no big deal. I don't believe in cops, It's so bad down here that I'd much rather figure out some way to save myself than to call 9-1-1. As far as why people even allow this to happen, I don't think it's something that can be helped. I'm sure somewhere out there there is a good cop [I hope] but you rarely hear about those and people are so easily corrupted when given the amount of power cops are given. Bad cops are unavoidable catastrophe, it comes with the territory of putting your safety in someone else's hands.

Some people here are making generalizations here and assuming that we all have these AMAZING parents that just gave us everything on a silver platter. I'm pretty sure life only gets harder but that doesn't mean that high school in and of itself isn't hard. Maybe your lives have been cake walks and you've had everything handed to you, but I do a lot in my house. I've been watching my nephews [i]free of charge[/i] for my sister since I was ten. A ten year old girl watching five little kids isn't easy. For that matter an 18 year old girl watching five little kids isn't easy. I'm expected to give a part of whatever money I make to my mom to help out with bills and general necessities around the house. I mean, I'm sure there are tons of people that have it much harder, but who cares about them, this is about me. I don't have the type of parents that support me 100% and will help me out if I ever need it. If I want something I get it myself, work for it, it's been like that for most of my life, or at least the part I can remember. My parents aren't paying for my college education, my parents aren't paying for my car, my parents aren't paying for my insurance. Jesus, I haven't had health insurance since I was four. I don't want to make it seem that my parents are these horrible selfish people, if anything they've prepared for what real life is like and I appreciate that but just because I'm barely out of high school doesn't mean that I've been living the life all this time. Maybe the work load is lighter, but work is work so yea.

I'd kill to work at Barnes and Noble, 30% off books just seems like the sweetest deal on earth. I might be getting a job at Best Buy though and a discount at that store wouldn't be too bad either. Anyway, a couple of months ago I worked at Cold Stone Creamery. I quit within two weeks because the manager couldn't get my name right and singing for people just isn't my deal. It feels like a totally degrading job to me just because you CONSTANTLY have to kiss people's ***. I just couldn't take it.

Silly Godel, this wasn't bad at all, a job very well done. It isn't as funny or whatnot as the others, but it's very good nonetheless and serves whatever purpose it's posed to serve very well. I really like how the story is moving along in general so don't worry, I won't throw anything and if anyone else does they're obviously incredibly stupid.

[b]Renaissance Affair[/b] It?s early and the sky is hazed over in purple light and a soft yellow glow spreads across the horizon. The sun will be up soon and she secretly fears that this will be the last time she sees a sunrise like this. She stops the car on the side of the road and begins to take several pictures, trying to capture it just in case. She leans in through the window and turns on the radio, Renaissance Affair is just starting. [center][i]Sweet relief calms me down Makes me drown lost and found[/i][/center] ?Marie?? She looks back inside the car, Michael?s awake now, looking at her. ?Is something wrong with the car?? She shakes her head and slips back inside, ?Just wanted to take a picture of the sky.? As she starts up the engine he asks, ?You want me to drive?? She shakes her head again and moves out onto the road. ?Are you ok?? He puts his hand on her thigh and she puts all her force on the gas pedal. The colors outside blur around them as she whispers, ?I?m fine.? [center][i]Spacing from Paris to New York Silver sunglasses Silver phone Connects us to someone who doesn?t know Of these feelings we can't control[/i][/center] He leans back into the seat, letting his head rest on the window glass. He was never the type of guy that would notice how pretty the sky looked. In all reality the first time he noticed it would have to be the first time she mentioned it. She had a knack for noticing little things. Well, the sky probably wasn?t a little thing, but he never thought to look up anyway. ?What makes the sky so beautiful?? She interrupts him mid-thought. ?I don?t know, Marie. I guess it just is.? ?Things can?t just be in this world. We know that now.? Michael says nothing, continues to stair out the window. ?What writes books and sings songs and paints pictures and falls in love?? ?We do.? ?But if we?re living a life pre-ordained by machines how can you be sure these emotions are real? How do you know you really love me, how do we know that if something was changed in the Matrix this feeling wouldn?t die. How do we know that love and passion aren?t just programmed into us and just as easily programmed out...? He was quiet again and looking at her. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, but she seemed very calm, looking straight ahead. He reached over and held her hand. [center][i]People they want us to fall down But we won't ever touch the ground Perfectly balanced we'll float around ?Til no one is near Do you hear the sound[/i][/center] ?I don?t want to go back without you, Marie.? ?Why did you want to go at all?? ?To know the truth, to wake up and actually live my life, do something. How can you even consider staying in here with everything you know now?? ?Everything here is fake, even our love.? There?s bitterness in her voice, but it?s only there to mask the fear that what she just said might be true. ?No, that surpasses everything. It can thrive without a beautiful sky, nothing can make this go away.? ?What if I?m not me, Michael, what if I can only be me because I?ve lived the life I have and if that goes away I?m just some empty husk.? He looks at her, ?Marie?? ?I don?t want to lose you.? ?Then come with me. I can?t be with you here anymore, it?s too dangerous, for both of us.? ?What if you can only be with me here?? She?s pulling into the driveway, he didn?t even notice when they got off the highway. She parks, but leaves the engine running, her hands still on ten and two. ?Shouldn?t we at least try, Marie?? He pulls her in, close to him. ?If this is the only chance we have shouldn?t we at the very least ******* try?? He hugs her and whispers, ?Will you come with me Marie?? [center][i]Strange feeling captures us It generates this huge fuzz I miss you all the time I must face I miss your touch and your embrace[/i][/center] ?To the end of the world.?

As it started I thought Joseph was a bit insolent, but a little more into it I related with him to a small extent. It ended how I thought it would end, but it felt very unique as well. There's a deeper meaning, but it isn't preachy or self righteous at all which is very nice, I think. I really like the message, beautifully written Shin.

[QUOTE=ScirosDarkblade]Pre-martial sex, eh? Well, I'm all for some good mattress magic before going off to war. I think all warring nations should prepare for battle with city-wide orgies, porn festivals, and generally lewd public behavior. A happy soldier is a good soldier.[/QUOTE] ::giggles:: I was thinking the same thing. However, onto the intended topic at hand, I don't plan on waiting until I get married, but I also don't plan on sleeping with more than one person. When I was much younger the idea of having one partner for the rest of my life was a bit off putting, but it's a lot more appealing now. Mostly because with one person there's endless possibilities and the more you need to start over the less things you try and know... at least in my mind. To me marriage doesn't hold the importance that some people give it and while I understand why they do, it's not something that I view as definitive or romantic. In the end though, it's a personal thing and nothing should pressure you into thinking differently.

Congratulations on getting your braces off, nothing sexier than straight teeth. People who have worn braces always seem to notice that my teeth are very nice. I've never worn braces though, this smile is natural ^_~ I once knew this boy who would ask me every week what color he should change the little rubber thingies on the braces to, and I'd tell him some random color and he'd come back the next week with the color I recommended. I felt special.

I have a friend who has a pair of eye glasses she doesn't need and she wears them anyway because she feels safer with them on. I imagine it's a sort of security blanket, I used to have a sweater and that was stolen. Now I have a hello kitty key chain type of thing. It's odd, but it's not rare to feel that way about some things, at least not in my experience.

I was once sitting outside just thinking and stuff when I see a cat walking across the street very slowly. So then there comes this car going way over the speed limit, especially for a residential area. The cat stops in the middle of the road then and just kind of lays down and the car hits it. It's body went flying in the air as well as the body of several kittens she was about to deliver. It was the most horrible thing I'd ever seen, I cried. The cat didn't even fully die, it was kind of meowing and stuff. Poor kitty and kitty fetuses :(