Mitch

[color=red] This one I can actually kind of relate to. I was recently unsure if I truly believed in God, but know I do believe in him, I've found. Only, it's in my own way. It was very nice, but I'd also like to hear the MIDI file. That would be interesting.[/color]

[color=red] After I read it more closely, I think I get the drift of what you're saying, VR. So, she made you eat a whole bunch of food as to...punish you? My god, your mom must be pretty damn crazy then. I'd certainly let it be a reason to be mad at her. As severe a punishment only for stating something? I think she was totally wrong in her judgement.[/color]

[color=red][i] The clashed feeling does come upon me a slow testement to the end of all as I'm on that river of lost shards I'm crawling, and I'm blank lost, yet, somewhere, in the place somewhere, I'm in a daze I can't know, I can't try I'm just feeling low, melancholy is blown and my heart, it doesn't know it only beats, sad tunes of lore I sit here wondering inside is life for mine, is it all lies? I sit here saddened by utterances of my frozen stream wondering is life a ball, can I glean isn't it grand, isn't it all not so bland yet, life sits with me unsured and bare a statue for which to stare I only sit, wonder, when will it become more something less, something born but, I still await the time I still hate this reaching dime[/color][/i]

[color=red] I don't even know who the pronouns you are using are. Please go more in-depth and make it easily understood, then I shall give you advice.[/color]

[color=red] Eh, I'll certainly check it out. First I'll rent it, then I'll see what I think. I also heard it was rather good. It's supposedly the best 'Rings game out yet. Erm, what characters can you play as?[/color]

[color=red] Eh, this poem seems appropriate to you shy, se here, hopefully it'll help you with your decision: [u][/b]Livie [/b][/u] Living a lie is like being boxed inside insecurity becomes a partner paranoia raptures upon you a lineared line of step a lie is living watching as it all passes on by strangling inside seeing all the world crash into a pool of a hole falling into that fall as you waste it all time is living breathing in and out seconds of appointed pass seeing the hand of the clock immune to itself watching as you grow to rot as the hypocrisy of the clock just stares you on by and as you live a lie it eats upon time causing it to become a slow blur watching as time turns into minutes becoming hours years becoming decades decades becoming infinity infinity becoming beginning it all flows in a straightened pattern disengaging your will to accept that you're living a lie and insanity then becomes your time holding you upon the ground as time gets away with impunity watching as your life ages and grows moldy with that instilled insanity growing into a tangle of webs that grow deep from your mind that's the sacrifice of living a lie watching as time becomes no longer an understanding but a lie within every view of stare from your cries as you become but a secluded friend of time watching as it eats upon you from the inside Well, whatever you do, Shy, just know you're the same person.[/color]

[color=red] All I have to say Shy, is this surprised me, but not in a bad sense. I still hold you as one of the most nice, and better people here at OB. Just don't be ashamed of what you are. Because, if you steep that low, then you're denouncing yourself, and what you stand, and should believe for. Living a lie is very hard indeed. Just, I must tell you this, it won't cover up forever. It may come tomorrow, it may come in a long ways away--but eventually the lie will be up. I'm certain you're mad with yourself. Don't be. If this is what God made you to be, if this is what you [i]know[/i] you're to be, don't hide it, don't hate it, let it be, and let it be seen. Even if you'll be embarrased, even if your family may hate you, forever, or for a certain time, eventually you'll have to face that lie in the face, and let it leave you, marred and hurt. So, I know this is hard, and it may be impossible, but the best thing is to let the lie disappear. Let the truth become the truth, not the lie the truth. Just get it over with, so you can go on with life. I want to tell you this: I do not think of you any different, shy. You're still Shy, you're still the same person. It doesn't make you any different, only what you let effect you into thinking you're different makes it that way.[/color]

[color=red] Eh, well, I honestly don't like it all that much either. Heh. It has no point. I'm rather dry on ideas for stories. I'm so much more a poet. But, I'll post some other sotries, and maybe try to give this some direction.[/color]

[color=red] Well, this is a little story I wrote this up awhile ago. I have someothe semi-promising stories, but, I just typed this one on up, so I thought I'd drop it. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure if I'm even going to write anymore of this. I just wrote it for fun...well, enjoy. [i]"Vengeance"(Rough)(Tentative) By: Mitchell Smith Teram looked up from his cigarette plastered between his lips: "What's it I gotta do?" he asked, the f ag bouncing merrily upon his tucked mouth as he spoke. "You've gotta get that bastard that killed my brother. Gotta get him, and then some!" "Ya sure o' this boss? Dat what ya want?" I briefly considered it all in my mind, computing it all. Going through everything, sorting it all out. "Yes, Teram, I'm quite certain. Doncha know, nobody messes with me o' my gang an' gets 'way with it?" "Yeh, boss, I gotcha," said Teram. My brother had been killed in my last robbery. It was a regular bank-bust, only gone awry. Another gang, one of my rivals, had slipped in unexpectedly. I had almost died, but he had taken the bullet for me. He only deserved it, as I foresaw it. I mean, he would've wanted it like this, if he were alive. I held the folder that I had piled together about the gang tightly in my hand. The Jackknifes they were called. I had found the big cheese of the gang, and all of the info about him I could obtain in my greasy, uttering grip. "How long until you and the rest of the others hit the pay dirt?" "Eh, well, boss, I'd hafta say 'bout a week and half at the best. Dat's even if I'm able to find 'im." I held outward the manila folder, and placed it in his reach. He snatched it way. "That should help you, Teram. All right then, I'll expect you to report in a week-and-a-half's time. Keep in touch, O.K.? "Yah, no problemo. Wit' luck, I'll see ya soon" "And I wish you luck," Said I, leading him to my front door, and politely handing him his coat. I opened the door, and he stepped out. He turned around briefly: "Ah, well, see ya 'round boss," He made a half-hearted wave. "Good-bye, and remember, keep in touch." He shook his head, and left. I shut the door, staring briefly out the front-door window. I had an eating sense of foreboding that seemed to scream to me that this would be the last time I would see my good friend Teram. A deep sense of it. But I whooshed it away for the time being. I had a date to prepare for.[/color][/i]

[color=red] Eh, I don't suggest Reanimation. It was horrible to my tastes. That's not saying you may not like it. I'd say you should either save that money, or get [i]Trust Company[/i]. That CD isn't that bad. I still listen to it on occasion.[/color]

[color=red] Although the intentions of these little online quizzes is very good, they are almost always spam, and lead none of the conversation found elsewhere in this forum. Therefore, topic closed. When I lay down the gravel, it tis final [img]http://cwb.250free.com/Others/gavel.jpg [/img][/color]

[color=red] I'm pretty honenestly mostly myself on the boards. Just much more shy and more easily meeting of people. In real life, I'm rather shy, and I really don't have all that many friends. But, that doesn't hurt me, because the less friends you have, the more true they be. Well, I'm certain I can't fully convey all of my personality, the way I speak, the certain way I might twiddle when I'm bored, I can't convey all of that, and I cannot certainly convey my voice when I am sarcastical and the such. Basically, this has been my philosphy, be myself, and if someone does not like it, that's a loss to them, or a gain, depending upon which view you are talking from. If they like me, good, I'd like to get to know them as well. As far as my kindness and putting up with people--I'm also like that in real life as well. I'm very polite. I apologize for small things, and in school, I always tell my teachers to have a nice day as I leave the door. I also say thank you, and please quite often. And if you still don't believe I'm the real me on these boards, all one needs to do is check out my poem thread. If I'm lying in all of that, then I'm one damn good facade.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Pressure [/i] [B]. I'm not pretty enough, I'm not skinny enough, I'm not smart enough. I don't know what it is, but I always feel like I'm just annoying everyone around me, like I am the pebble in everyone's shoe. I always feel like no one wants me around, but no one will tell me. I hate it.[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] Eh, I rather feel that in my life as well at times. If I were you, as I'm certain many have said, I'd certainly down right profess your feelings of anxiety and problems towards him. Once you have given him the bare naked truth of the way you feel, and also the way you feel about him, he should then be so flustered that he will either walk out on you, not wanting this sudden confrontation, or, he will either profess you're right, or that you're wrong.[/color]

[color=red] Yes, I'm rather looking forward to the fast approaching break. Not just for the fact that school's off, and Chirstmas then comes, but for the fact I'm taking my license test during the break. Hopefully, I'll get my license.[/color]

[color=red] Ahh, I love Chrono Trigger, so count me in ^^ [b]Name:[/b] Robo [b]Weapon:[/b] Hands [b]Element:[/b] Shadow. [b]Home Time:[/b] Future. Thanks for clearing that up, it's been quite awhile since I've played it.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Crazy White Boy [/i] [B]Yaoi is a form of anime-inspired art that expresses man/man intimate relationships. Sometimes, it can border on hentai. And well, this was supposed to be top secret, and I [I]wasn't[/I] supposed to spill the beans, but there's a secret staff section called "Masculine Otaku" that features Yaoi, Professional Wrestling, and Ultra Man. It might become public, given all the topics about Ultra Man in the suggestions/feedback forum. ;) [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] Eheh, (plays along...even if it may be a ploy)...err.r..*shuts up* Bak to teh topic. I'm thankful for...well, life. If I wasn't alive, I'd be nothing, either that, or long dead. So I guess, my wave goes out to life. It tis there, yet it tis painful, yet it tis gracious all at once. I'm thankful for hammers. (Inside joke, heh, well, at least until it becomes public, right?)[/color]

[color=red] It liked it. It was full of so many numerous emotions at once, I really could almost feel them. Eh, I'll have to check out some others of yours.[/color]

[color=red] It looks like thrash to me. Even though I'm optimistic, from what I've heard and from what I've seen of it, it looks like it'll be almost exactly the same as DBGT: Final Bout. Funimation, it seems, rips off everything they try. I'm of course going to maybe possilby rent it, but that's about all. The graphics, in the screens I saw, look rather low for a PS2 game. It may change though, (the graphics) I'll have to wait and see, though. Just like MK: Deadly Alliance, I'm still going to give it a chance, even if it may be the same thing again.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Zidane [/i] [B] or Final Fantasy Online but there you go. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] There is already a site of that name, Zidane.[/color]

[color=red] Mmm...I suppose. [b]Name:[/b] Gurthang [b]Age:[/b] 34 [b]Class:[/b] Paladin [b]Bio:[/b] Born in the town of Spielburg, Gurthang has long been a paladin, fighting justice, and doing rectitude. [b]Description:[/b] Wears, of course, all white armor, clothes, shoes, and the such. Is about 6' tall, and has black hair. His eyes are white, as are his eyebrows.[/color]

[color=red] The fantasies of the final. Bleh, corny, I know.[/color]

[color=red][i][b]Kain:[/b] Then stealth it is. [b]Fox:[/b] And well found. We shall first set up a small camp upon this small hill, for we are close the the great Anduin. So, doing what Fox had said, we set up a small camp, and we eagerly awaited full darkness. When finally the moon had become full in its appearance, glimmering fully upon the star-light sky, we then made our move. We had come at a perfect time. The Orcs sat around a fire, feasting upon many numerous feral animals they had killed. Hiding behind a tree, we surveyed the going-ons of the Orcs, and surveyed the surroundings. [b]Orc1:[/b] Th' deer's mine! [b]Orc2:[/b] I killed it, it's mine! [b]Orc1:[/b] It mine kill too! [b]Uruk Captain:[/b] Fools, it is mine! All o' it! [b]Orc1:[/b] B...but...I killed it... I saw one of the Orcs stammer back, as if startled. I then saw what had caused the startle from the orc: A long serrated blade now shimmered weakly in the low light from the campfire. I then saw many other various sized blades withdrawn from hoist, and, seeing our chance, I whispered: [b]Gurthang:[/b] Now is our chance! Let us attack! I withdrew my sword, Gurthang, feeling its cold touch upon my now encumbered hand.[/color][/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by MistressRoxie [/i] [B][color=#9933ff]You do know, if you wanted to have a happy ending, you could always help him. Can't you tke him back to the homeless shelter, or help him get a job or something, even if it's just at the local Dunkin' Donuts. I suppose not, seeing as you're very busy. No time for anything compassonate.[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] Well, as I see it, that's the way that man wants to be. If he'd want to, he'd get a job, get back the hole he's dug, and start anew. You see, you can't help people [i]unless[/i] they want to be helped. But, I could be wrong. Only CWB would know the true answer to that from his interview with this man.[/color]

[color=red] It was ok. I just find it rather pointless. The only reason I like it is all the days of school you get off. To tell you the truth, I really didn't eat anything. You see, I told my Mom that the turkey could've been better for the fact that in Contemporary foods we had learned that placing seasonings, basting, and stuffing a turkey all do not help it. Seasonings don't help because they don't even penetrate the turkey, and they also only make it more dry. Basting doesn't do a thing because it doesn't penetrate the turkey, either. And stuffing it with stuffing only makes for bacteria to form inside, and only serves to dry the turkey even more. I tried to explain this to my Mom, but, of course, she took me as being rude. Then when we began eating, my Dad kept mocking me with what I had just said. "It could be better." So, I opted to leave the table after only eating a small portion of what I could have eaten. But, besides that, it was ok.[/color]

[color=red]OOC: Eh, I made an error...the ring wasn't lost in Mirkwood. I had to check, to be sure. Isildur lost it in the great river, Anduin, very close to the misty moutains...so, I already made the change, no need to worry. Just a little thing. IC:[i] We were very close to the river, when, suddenly, I had seen Nepenthe's staff seemingly come alive...and the two snakes had spoken. At first I was rather startled, then, realizing that it was detecting orcs, I quickly withdrew my sword, taken from the great dragon that Turin himself had slain. It felt cold to the touch, yet it burned with on more than just cold. It was far more than just that. [b]Nepenthe:[/b] Patience my friends...you will taste blood soon...very soon. As we came over a small hill, the orcs came within view.[/color][/i]