Mitch

[color=red] Eh, it may be assumptious, but Harlequin, even if he may be just nothing, or if he be something, at least it's something to believe in. I used to be uncertain if I belived in God, and now I know somewhat that I do believe in him. I just don't believe in him the way the Christian faith really does. You may not believe in him at this time, at this point, but earlier in life, you've turned to him at [i]least[/i] once. At least once. So you have belived in him in a way. No matter how small that turn, and no matter how small your want to believe this association.[/color]

[color=red] Ah, Sephiroth. He isn't that hard. Not when I beat him, he wasn't. And I was only at level 60. I barely beat him, but I did. Heh. The basic thing I'd do is just have one person designated as a healer, one to cast Ultima, and one to be the in-between.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by ZxFrOgGie13 [/i] [B]what part of nebraska mitch? [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] Beh. I can't remember. I just know that I've lived there, lol. @_@[/color]

[color=red] Harlequin, not butting in, but thought I'd point one thing out to you. Even you believe in God. In some form, in someway. Whether it be completely of difference to the faith that you are pacted to, or any faith. You believe in him. That you cannot deny. Whether he be to you a living person, a nothing that's just there, whatever his form is to you, you [i]do[/i] believe in God one way or another. [/color]

[color=red] I will also opt to E-mail you.[/color]

[color=red] I do think there's something. I just don't know. Lately I've been on a hugely galloping roller coaster. Up and down, down and up. You might say that's normal, and I hear that, but, these are large leaps for me. Very large ups and downs. A few days ago, I was very stressed, it's gone a bit, but I still feel it. Beh. I'm losing my strength. All of these things, they're wearing down on me, and I'm becoming easier and less attune everyday. Heck, I don't even know why I should care, why I should try, why I should do anything. But I just tell myself it's permanent, and that helps, as it always does. I've become very negative, as I'm supposing you see. But there's nothing else I can do. That's my only route, it's the only way when things get so damned wearing and tearing. But, of course, I've used writing, as I often do, and that's held it all down secure for the moment at lesst. For a tippy and trying moment.[/color]

[color=red] I was born in Casper, Wyoming, from there...we've moved about seven or so times. I believe I've lived in Chicago, Nebraska, Indiana, Utah, and some other places I can't think of. Now I live in Bismarck, North Dakota. My favorite place is here, in Bismarck. I don't know why fully, I just find it to be a very easy going and nice place.[/color]

[color=red] Worst gift? Nothing. When someone gives me nothing, then that's just very hard. You see, I'm approaching this topic from a different angle--a sort of twist. I believe the worst gift someone can give, whether it be being met with someone, or for holiday or happy occasions, is nothing.[/color]

[color=red] He'd just arrived at Kakiriko Village, his feelings seemingly contrasting this violent and sullen storm. This was Mithioth's first time being in the village since his grave mother had abandoned him. He was still quite melancholy from his leaving of his great and now dead forest, and it quite showed outwardly from his gloom, felled face, to his rather slackend and dishearted walk. He felt very lost, so very, very lost. He strolled down the streets, looking about at all the shining beacons, those intermixed houses all abright and cozy, warm and content. As he strolled, he came upon what seemed to be a tavern. And as he closend, he noticed two misplaced figures exiting the tavern. He half-heartedly approached them, spanning his mind, attempting to think out how he was to ask them.[/color]

[color=red][i][b][u]Perpetal Flaw[/b][/u] With mind, you take your bind take me with, falling inside I've let it grow I've done long of it enough but, even as I'm breaking as I'm being crushed 'till I'm springing up in taking those flaws, I've knew flaws, made are you as much as it burns burns hotly, even as it's upon my demeanor stricken as I'm stressed, tingled, I do know you do it in love but it tis not, for it's flawed, a crying, killing, love, a love fed I've told, I've said I've done, tried all I can I've sacrificed my pain played it all in suffice attempting, trying to see yourself so very vain inside my vein but you take illicit only open a slit of nothing to it I have enough, and sometimes, sometimes it catches up and I'm very frail and sometimes it catches I meticulate, I implode for hate I tire, as flaws perpetual on and I wear down as perpetual brutally beats the sullen scar and those freshly bled red with dead they perpetuate on eating away, building for gone the heal of 'em are never for, as I'm bled I'm then lost instead I trail for a help of hope that's 'round to spoke and I'm caught I look for the clot, something that'll hold me for as long as told but as squall comes to end, it slowly stabs, hits, beats until end is dent and blood is black with red and hate is bold and seen with that I've forever held my hold, with that I've ever had my facet of mold[/i][/color]

[color=red] Beh. No one's a phychic, well, at least from what I've seen. Mostly, the Deja Vu's and the sudden correctness of people is mostly all either fate, coincidence, or luck.[/color]

[color=red] The forest was dead to him. Mithioth knew he'd never get anywhere just standing around, watching his poor forest die. His poor forest, the one that sheltered him and grew him. His poor, poor, forest. He hastily tore out a small carrying pack, and stuffed what little possesions of importance he had into it. This was it, he was leaving. He'd had enough of this, he needed to know what was going on. After grabbing his scattered possesions from his small and humble hut, he quickly trodded out, placing the pack upon his shoulders. He sloped back a bit as he walked, now encumbered with his weighted possesions. And as he sadly walked out of his wonderful, wonderful, forest, he almost cried. It was very much for him, leaving his sheltered home, his beautiful forest. Very hard. And when he came to the end of his forest, he stopped, his face stricken, his eyes almost watered down with loss. He looked at those sad trees, those dull, dilapidated ruinations of bark, timber, leaves, and lost beauty. His heart seemed as if it would tumble out from his body, and lie there, dead, lost, forgotten. He didn't want to leave, he loved this forest. Even as it had slowly died, even as it was now just a twisted vision of what it once was, he still loved it, he still felt safe here. He looked at the ground, trying not to cry, and set off on his sad, slow way to Kakiriko Village.[/color]

[color=red] Robo's dusty and intricate body glowered to life. His eyes slowly creaked open. [i]Where am I[/i]? He thought, glaring about his surroundings. A man sat, staring at him happily and exhilirantly. [b]Man:[/b] Ah, I finally got ya ta work, didn't I? Robo looked at the man a long time, confused. [b]Robo:[/b] Wh-o a-re y-ou? [b]Man:[/b] I'm Stanur. Eh, and what be ya name? [b]Robo:[/b] I a-m Ro-bo, si-r Sta-nur. [b]Stanur:[/b] Lay off da sir stuff, me man. Damn, ya sure were a hella thing ta fix. Sure a' hell were. But whatta beaute ya are. Whatta beaute. Robo just stood and stared at the man, as he babbled on and on. [/color]

[color=red] I'd say parents, as all the others are saying. It certainly is not society. Society does have its morals, but more or less, society's pretty corrupt in some cases. But when it all comes down to it, it's an individual choice of the individual to take what they've learned, and meld what they do meld. Whether it be melded wrong, or it be melded right.[/color]

[color=red] I already know the main thing I'm getting. You see, we recently moved my room downstairs, which is where our computer is. My parents bought another computer, and they gave me this one. So, I'm actually quite happy. I don't know what else, though. I'm just happy to have a computer finally. I've wanted one all my life...[/color]

[color=red] Eh, I'll do an easy one. What was the [i]full[/i] name of Shakespeare's wife. Easy, I know.[/color]

[color=red][size=1] My Mom told me to write a poem about Chirstmas so she could put it in some cards she's mailing. Thus, I wrote this yesterday when I was rather bored:[/size] [b][i][u]Christ Mass[/b][/u] Christ lends you mine ears he whispers, a frothy breath of cold slush. he whispers, he asks for those to give, and for mine and all to receive. th' snow, it pours, an' it all sparkles in numbing invite. it asks, low to voice, howling, misty with frosty light. it whispers, whispers into thine ears, take, an' let it give, as the snowy hills invite, and they grow, grow in might take, an' let give, whisp'r your kindness to those, an' those to kindness shall frostbittenly unthaw even unthaw a warm whisper an inviting light that succintly concises and glowers from th' hands and the grace Christ, he lends you mine ears, he whispers, let those, let 'em have what need. let 'em stand rectitude upon their past bleed. for Christmas only comes but once of a year, as that of a death come ill to hear. an' Christ, he speaks, in a cringly whisp, asking but give Christmas an endearing lisp. [/color][/i]

[color=red][b]Name:[/b] Mithioth [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Race:[/b] Hylian [b]Character Class:[/b] Knight [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] He's about 5'3" tall, he has brown, messy hair. Green eyes, a light-hearted face. His eyes are always lively and seem to sparkle with an off-guard intuition of something more. [b]Background/Bio:[/b] He was born in Kakiriko, but his Mom abandoned him, not wanting her son. It is said it is because he was a boy instead of a girl. He then grew up in the Lost Woods, admiring the fauna and absolute beauty of the serene forest that pelted about his weary and starving eyes. He taught himself to survive. He then began to hunt, gather food, and, eventually, he even built himself a small hut within the deep confines of the forest. After doing that, he lived out his life as normal as would allow, becoming friends with many of the animals within the forest. But then, as the years aged forth, the forest seemingly began to die, and he was sad of heart. He tried to save the forest all he could, but his attempts were futile, and most of the forest died out. Anger then surged into him, and a want of adventure. So he set out to Kakiriko Villiage, hoping for answers to appear to him. [b]Starting Location:[/b] Lost Forest [b]Primary Weapon/Spell:[/b] A wooden dagger and shield carved from the bark of his favorite tree. [b]Secondary Weapon:[/b] A bow, along with wooden arrows all carved from the same tree as above [b]Items:[/b] Bomb Tag, Bottle (Red Potion), Slingshot, Deku Stick. [b]Spells:[/b] Solar arrows. Oh, and James, I'd certainly like a pic of my character.[/color]

[color=red] I like school. But on another hand, sometimes I really loathe it. Eh, I just wish you weren't required to take so many pointless classes. Well, I know it makes me more well-rounded academically, but, hell, can anyone give a [i]valid[/i] reason why we have to take gym? That class is pointless to me. As is math. I mean, who in the hell is ever going to use algebra, well, most of it, when they go out in life? Because I know the proffesion I chose is certainly not going to have math in it. Sure, I'lll use it day by day, but algebra is pointless to me :confused: I also don't like school because, well, I have to hang around some pretty annoying individuals. Some people just are [i]annyoing[/i]. But, I've learned to live with that, and even respect those people. On another hand, you get to see girls, and friends. But I really only have 'bout 3 friends or so....so school really gets lonely for me. Eh, but other than that, and a few other things, school's worth it. Who says school's going to be fun if it's preperation for life?[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by NeoCactuar [/i] [B]There's allways one... *Casts vote* [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] Is there not, heh? Oh well, I'm still alive, aren't I *snicker*?[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Final Flash [/i] [B] In this contest, you vote for [B]who you want to win.[/B] Don't get it messed up, or you might end up voting the person you wanted out to win. And we couldn't have that now. Just be forewarned--If you DO make a mistake, I'm not going to change it. Happened too much in the last eviction (whenever that was... o.o) Anyway, uh, good luck Voting? o_O; [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] Eh, I did just that. Can we take rain checks, lol? Heh, oh well.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by LoneStar [/i] [B]where do you get your insperation? I'd like to know. you have a good thing going for you keep it up. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red][size=1] Mostly I get it from things which stress me or seem to linger upon my mind. I really don't have an answer other than that, I mean, a poem is an instantaneous kind of thing. It just happens. It's different each time. Eh, this one I just wrote today. It's nothing different, but, it's been awhile, so I thought I'd post another...[/size] [b][i][u]Petals o' Thorn[/b][/u] petals o' thorn, they expand from green stem a color emerges, a grey, a blank which then becomes green and red hate an' antipathical it becomes envy and full the sun's rays, turning gone and small to there and seen and there and seen is caustic and interbitten hopes turned and blanded an' toughend to vividity and suave intervention this buzzing supporter, it all nectarizes morphing to semi-sweet tears th' rain, it then begins washin' away, cleansing an' augment an' 'fter, still stands, alas a flower all petals o' thorn all green an' red envy and full 'till standin' there, it's there rose o' thorn, excepted to stare an', this pain, let 't be, let 't be watch, an' over it shall heal an' over it shall answer wish, wish an' then 'ill it see let 't grow, let 't grow, let 't die now 'ere 'nother day for, 'nswers are what stand, an' beauty, that's for never found for wounds, beauty is there inbound an' stranded it all, it grows the rose 'o thorn it grows[/i][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sephiroth [/i] [B]I'm here because Adam and James wont let me go :( The least they could do is loosen my handcuffs....and feed me more often [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] ::Uses magical abilities to loosen bonds upon Sephiroth:: ::Feeds him a piece of bacon::....eh, your wish tis my command :p[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Deus Ex Machina [/i] [B]*kicks Mitch* Damn you, Mitch.. I wanted to say something to that effect. Something like this: [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] ::Holds up fist in triumph:: Hah, the early bird [i]does[/i] get the worm :p[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by NorykoAngelcry [/i] [B][SIZE=1][COLOR=darkred] she did much of this to herself, and is looking for the one outlet that was always there for her. It seems like she found out that her 'good' friends weren't really that good of friends, and while the one person that treated her right (though, she treated that person like crap) was the only one left that she could really turn to. [/COLOR][/SIZE] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] Right there you hit it right on. Kev, I don't really know the situation or how it arose with Lisa, but now she's just using you for all she can. I am very happy you told her no. Even if you're guilty, in that situation, I would too. But you've already given her enough chance to be there for you, and it seems she never was there for you. People get what they recieve, anthat's what she's getting now. As for loneliness, I feel that quite often. All I can say is be optimistic for the outlook. Just know that it won't always be as lonely as it seems to be...and that should help give a little hope, and a little optimism.[/color]