Mitch

[color=red] Exactly Zidane. Plus, I think many would argue which country is the best, or why their's is the best, which is unwanted here. So just post in one of the numerous other threads which relate to this subject.[/color]

[color=red]Chchchip and dale, rescue rangers...err...wrong show. [/color]

[color=red] I went to the dance from 9:30-12:30 last night. It was extremly boring. I pretty much just stood around...not [i]one[/i] girl asked me to dance. I probably could've gotten a girl to dance with me, but I'm shy. So I thought the dance was a big waste of time. I mean I got my hair looking all cool and stuff for nothing. Plus they played really crappy music except for a few songs. They played way to much rap. And rap...well...don't get me going. :sick:[/color]

[color=red] Yes, I agree it was the easiest Final Fantasy that [i]I've[/i] ever played. But really, some moments of it were pretty challenging. Really some were.[/color]

[color=red][i] His radio started beeping, and Dr. Evil picked it up. [b]Dr. Evil:[/b] What's the friggin problem Wily? [b]Dr. Wily:[/b] We have just arrived at Raccoon City. You know where the headquaters are, right? [b]Dr. Evil:[/b] What do think I am, a friggin ingrate? Of course I know where it's at. [b]Dr. Wily:[/b] Ok, until then, over and out. [b]Dr. Evil:[/b] Over and out. He put back down the radio, and called for Number Two again: [b]Dr. Evil:[/b] We almost there yet, Number Two? We better, damnit! Number Two appeared from the cockpit again, the look of sterness still painted across his face. [b]Number Two:[/b] Y..Yes, sir. About ten more minutes, sir, and we'll be there. [b]Dr. Evil:[/b] Good, good. Well, just hurry friggin up, I'm sick of this friggin plane already. It's been about, what.. [b]Number Two:[/b] About a fifteen hour flight, sir. [b]Dr. Evil:[/b] To long of a fifteen minute flight! [b]Number Two:[/b] Yes sir. Number Two then went back into the cockpit again. [b]Mini-Me:[/b] Aiiiiiiiieeeeeee!!!! [b]Dr. Evil:[/b] Shut up, damnit. Dr. Evil punched Mini-Me, Mini-Me then bit him in the arm. [b]Dr. Evil:[/b] That friggin hurts, if you friggin want to bite on something, here! He threw a chew bone, and Mini-Me began chewing on it. After about ten minutes had passed, the plane finally landed at the headquaters, and the plotting of the destruction of those who were good then began.[/color][/i]

[color=red] Blah, you know what I think of Boy Bands, and [i]anything[/i] associated with them...so I of course voted Who Cares?[/color]

[color=red] Very deep, and that's what I like in poems. You used very well placed descriptive words which let me get into your mind for even this short amount of time it took to read. Good job once again![/color]

[color=red][i] [b]Livie [/b] 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[/color][/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by calumon_luver [/i] [B]these are really good i write poems but i only write them for my pleasure..i never show them to anyone.... [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] But to improve you [i]need to have others read your work, even if it's to hard for you to take, it'll help you improve. As for the poems, I liked the first one the best, the seconde one was kind of...dull I think. You used such weak words to describe, and you overused the word 'beautifully', which kind of bogged it down. I'd give the first one an 8.3/10.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=seagreen]*blushes in that girly way* Ee....it feels so great to be loved....Maybe I should read his work more often.[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] *Walks up out of shadows* HEY WHAT ABOUT ME??? Ahem, yeh. [/color]

[color=red] It's ok, but you're right, it isn't the best. I think the redundancy of 'i' kind of bogged it down some. And some of the words could've been better chosen. All in all, I'd give it a 7/10.[/color]

[color=red] I would also wait. It is foolish to have a baby and throw the rest of your working career out into the garbage. She has her whole life to have a child, so just wait until she's really ready.[/color]

[color=red][i] [b]Dr. Evil:[/b] What a friggin long flight. Are we almost there yet, damnit? Number two appeared from the cockpit of the plane, a look of sterness on his face. [b]Number Two:[/b] Yes sir, we're almost there. Sorry for the long flight. I estimate we will be there in about two hours, no less, sir. [b]Dr. Evil:[/b] We better, Number two. Mini-me needs to have his daily friggin supper. Mini-Me jumps up, shaking his head. [b]Mini-Me:[/b] Aiieeeee!!! [b]Dr. Evil:[/b] Shut up you friggin annoyance!! Put a zipper on it! Mini-Me hastily sat down, cupping his hands in his lap. [b]Dr. Evil:[/b] Scott is going to pay for ruining me, and this time Austin Powers won't stop me...because I fooled him! Dr. Evil begins laughing a deep belly laugh, and Number two and Mini-Me join in. As the laugh recedes, Number Two turns away: [b]Number Two:[/b] Don't worry sir, you'll get your revenge. And soon, sir. With that, he returned back to the cockpit.[/color][/i]

[color=red] I like the Auron banner the best because Auron is the coolest Final Fantasy character since Sephiroth. They are all good, but all have their flaws. [/color]

[color=red] This topic has already been brought up, recently not to mention. But I don't moderate this forum. If you want to see what I think go to the older topic, I'm not going to repeat myself.[/color]

[color=red] Well MathGuy, hope you get out of there safetly, and also I would like to wish for the best for all of the other people which had to evacuate.[/color]

[color=red] Goku: I am going to [i]destroy[/i] this crappy pile of crap of a planet. Bulma: First, give me your hand, and then we can fuse... Goku: You promise..? Bulma: Yup, just give me your hand. Goku and Bulma do the fusion dance, and succesfully combine. GoBulmu: Hah, I am so sexy, man. Krillen: Who the heck is that? GoBulmu: It's me...duh. Krillen: Goku? But that doesn't look like you... Piccolo: Bulma and him have...combined into one...isn't it obvious..hey Krillen, let us combine as well. They also do the fusion dance and combine. Picillken: Mmm...I'm so hot. GoBulmu: You sure are, manly man...come over here Vegeta approaches. Vegeta: What the hell is this, a fusion PARTY? Well, I'm just going to go and water some grass, I love this earth...gotta plant the trees. Save the rainforest... He walks off and can be seen in the distance watering the grass. GoBulmu: Heh, I'm not going to let that stupid sore sap Vegeta just save this earth. With that, GoBulmu flies off towards vegeta. Goten and Trunks approach Picillken. Goten: Woh, is that you, Piccolo? Picillken: Yeh, It's me. Combined with Krillen of course. Goten: Oh, well me and Trunks will combine with you to! Come on it'll be fun! They combine into PicillkenGotrunks. PicillkenGotrunks then flies off to meet GoBulmu and Vegeta in a battle. GoBulmu: Damnit Vegeta, have you gone crazy? Watering grass is for [i]tree huggers[/i]. Vegeta: Kakarot, you want to fight about it? Because you know that I can waste you. Vegeta begins to power up and goes through the various Super Sayain levels, going all the way up to fifty-five. Vegeta: Ha, now I am Super Sayain level fifty-five. No one can beat me, not even you. Not even you and Bulma combined together... PicillkenGotrunks: Here I am, let's combine GoBulmu...then we'll stand a chance. They also combine. PicillkenGotrunksBulmgoku: Ha, we'll see, we'll see... [/color]

[color=red] Ah yes, the Calm Lands. I also stayed there for quite some time just leveling up. James, really, if you want to get anywhere else you should leave the Calm Lands soon, and just get on with the game. I mean no really hard boss fights come up until later on. Leveling up really doesn't do much until near the end of the game when you finally get to the Omega Ruins...but until then, you really don't get any [i]major[/i] experience. So really I would continue on, I'm sure you can survive with wit alone. [/color]

[color=red] They didn't say mods [i]couldn't[/i] be in this yet, but it's all up to Flashy I guess..[/color]

[color=red] Another thing, if we are restricted only to be able to post in the RPG forum, what about a mod's duty? Such as closing threads ect., would we still at least be able to fullfill our duty as a mod?[/color]

[color=red] I'm not going to anything except the dance. Gotta nail them chicks ;) (actually I probably won't since I'm really shy, but..:p)[/color]

[color=red] I recently read [i]On Writing[/i] by Stephen King. He also says that adverbs after the 'he said/she said/it said' bog it down. This was only kind of a rough draft...so I'll do most of the changes which you pointed out, only I'll do them my way. Thank you very much for improving my paper...I mean you didn't have to.. EDIT: Also, I forgot to mention, the part you said about 'All Right'...I don't really see it necessary to change it since it is in dialouge, and dialouge doesn't have to be spelled correctly...you know what I mean.[/color] Also here's the very final version... ?Choices of choice? By:Mitchell Smith We stopped at Albertson?s. ?Go and get some bananas,? my Grandpa said in his familiar stuttering voice. He handed me a five-dollar bill. Receiving the crisp paper, I opened the passenger door. ?Alright,? I said casually as I stepped out into the sun lit pavement. I walked into the store and approached the produce section. Finding the bananas, I slowly searched for the ripest bundle I could find. After making my selection and paying for it, I walked back out into the hot summer day. As I walked out of the store, I noticed two transients sitting next to the front door. They were clad in heavy metal band shirts, and had various piercings about their misshapen faces. As I peered cautiously at them, one thought came to my mind: They looked like the dirtiest pile of trash I had ever seen. Besides this first harshly placed conception of them, I felt a slight tinge of sympathy for the life that they must lead. As I approached my Grandpa?s van, I pulled aside my feeling of sympathy, and gave no more glances in the transients? direction. Stepping into the van, I reached into the depth of my pockets and withdrew the various bills and coins I had received in payment of the bananas, handing them to my Grandpa. ?Thanks,? he said vaguely, receiving his payment. He was glaring at the transients, a look of remembrance plastered upon his face. I gave the transients another glance, now within the safety of the van. One of them was now smoking a cigarette. ?He got that out of the garbage,? my Grandpa said. As I stared at the transient smoking, the sympathy gave another uprising as I tucked it back away again in my anguish. Horrified, I turned and asked: ?Did he really get that from the garbage?? After a brief moment of silence, my Grandpa turned his head, an escaping look of remembrance leaving his face. ?Yup,? he simply said, turning his head again. After a moment more, he ignited the ignition of the van, and the engine roared to life. We then backed out of our parking spot, and drove by the transients, straying a passing look as we did. ?That could have been you, Grandpa,? I said. From what I had heard of his past, he seemed to have started life off on the wrong end. He had been a bully, and gotten into numerous fights at school, home, and almost everywhere that he went. Sometime around his teens his Dad had given him a choice. A choice, which, as I saw it, would rule out the life which he would lead. The choice was to either go to reform school, or to go to barber school. To take his life and throw it away, or to make it into something. To take the easy path, or to take the hard. And even though it seemed he hated so many things, namely life, he had still made the right choice. He had chosen barber school. This choice had changed his life for the better. He had then become a barber, working along side others. After doing that for some time, he had rented out his own barber shop, giving five-dollar haircuts and being his own boss. It was at that moment that how hard of a life my Grandpa must have lived really became a truth into my mind, something which I actually saw. I felt a very keen sense of respect for him, one that went so deep into me that it became something which I could relate to and contrast into my own daily life. It gave me a sense of inspiration, a sense of if he could make something out of nothing, then shouldn?t I be able to if I have a will and an effort? Couldn?t even those transients make something out of the nothing that they had, no matter how small? And as she turned his wrinkled, admirable face toward me, I couldn?t help but feel that sense of deep understanding, of deep inspiration, that sense of deep respect. I don?t know if he felt it, but I certainly did. And all he did was simply turn his head, and said as if it were the easiest realization he had ever known: ?That?s right, that could?ve been me.?

[color=red] Thanks. We had to write a narritive story that is true and it had to have the senses in it and have dialouge...[/color]

[i]?Choices of choice? [/i] By:Mitchell Smith We stopped at Albertson?s. ?Go and get some bananas,? my Grandpa said in his slightly stuttering voice. He handed me a five-dollar bill. As the crisp paper was received into my hand, I opened the door of his van. ?Alright,? I said casually as I stepped out into the sun lit pavement. I walked into the store and approached the produce section. Finding the bananas, I slowly searched for the ripest bundle I could find. After making my selection and paying for it, I walked back out into the hot summer day. As I walked out of the store, directly to left of me, by the front doors, sat two transients. They were wearing heavy metal band shirts, and looked both about twenty or older. They looked like the dirtiest trash I had ever seen. Besides this first conception of them, I felt a slight tinge of sympathy for the life that they must lead. As I approached my Grandpa?s van, I strayed not one more glance as I pushed my feeling of sympathy aside. Stepping into the van, I reached into the depth of my pockets and withdrew the various bills and coins I had received in payment of the bananas, handing them to my Grandpa. ?Thanks,? he said vaguely, receiving his payment. He was glaring at the transients, a look of remembrance plastered upon his face. I gave the transients another glance, now within the safety of the van. One of them was now smoking a cigarette. ?He got that out of the garbage,? my Grandpa said. As I stared at the transient smoking, the sympathy gave another brief piercing as I tucked it back away again. ?Did he really get that from the garbage?? I said questionably. After a brief moment of quiet, my Grandpa turned his head, an escaping look of remembrance leaving his face. ?Yup,? he simply said, turning his head again. After a moment more, he ignited the ignition of the van, and the engine roared to life. We then backed out of our parking spot, and drove by the transients, straying a passing look as we did. ?That could have been you, Grandpa,? I said. From what I had heard of his past, he seemed to have started life off on the wrong end. He had been a bully, and gotten into numerous fights at school, home, and almost everywhere that he went. Sometime around his teens his Dad had given him a choice. A choice, which, as I saw it, would rule out the life which he would lead. The choice was to either go to reform school, or to go to barber school. To take his life and throw it away, or to make it into something. To take the easy path, or to take the hard. And even though it seemed he hated so many things, namely life, he had still made the right choice. He had chosen barber school. This choice had changed his life for the better. He had then become a barber, working along side others. After doing that for some time, he had rented out his own barber shop, giving five dollar haircuts and being his own boss. It was at that moment that how hard of a life my Grandpa must have lived really became a truth into my mind, something which I actually saw. I felt a very keen sense of respect for him, one which went so deep into me that it became something which I could relate to and contrast into my own daily life. It gave me a sense of inspiration, a sense of if he could make something out of nothing, then shouldn?t I be able to if I have a will and an effort? Couldn?t even those transients make something out of the nothing that they had, no matter how small? And as she turned his wrinkled, admirable face toward me, I couldn?t help but feel that sense of deep understanding, of deep inspiration, that sense of deep respect. I don?t know if he felt it, but I certainly did. And all he did was simply turn his head, and said as if it were the easiest realization he had even known: ?That?s right, that could?ve been me.?

[color=red] It shows how lost people can become to themselves and how hopeless they can be. Very well written I thought. [/color]