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UBERMONT: reprise, page 3UBERMONT!
Falchion climbed out of the dwarven lair and started sharpening his spear against a boulder. When he was done, he left the forest, lightly singing a tune:
"Herp, derp, I will go!
derp derp, super slow!
nerp slerp, rapin' sow!
jerp, gerp, I don't know!
herp herp, banged a crow!"
Quickly, a dark figure crept up on Falchion. Despite the fact that he was in an open field, Falchion was completely unaware of the oncoming traveler.
"What a song you have there. Would you mind telling me where you've heard it from?" The cloaked man said, almost scanning Falchion head to toe with his eyes.
"Why, I made it up myself. I am a genius after all!" Said Falchion, looking braindead. The cloaked figure had the look of shock in his eyes, being that they were the only part of his body showing, and he quickly dismissed himself back out of the open path. Falchion didn't think about following him, even though a dyslexic squir
UBERMONT: reprise, page 2UBERMONT!
As Falchion walked paced through the petrified forest, he felt no signs of suspicion. As he found a fine looking strip of wood, he tripped over something unseen, but shrugged it off. He picked up the wood and started carving it against a stump.
"Oi! Watch where you are going, or I'll bury my ax right where the sun never shines!" A short person said, who was standing before Falchion. Falchion looked down at the midget and laughed.
"Do you know who I am? I am the great former King Falchion! Invincible I am to your threats!" Falchion smiled.
"Invincible, eh? So you said KING Falchion, right? So you're a guy?" The midget said.
"Obviously..." Falchion patted the swarthy looking midget who obviously wasn't a child on the head as if he was one.
"No reason" The midget said as he kicked Falchion in the "acorns" (censorship *trollface*) Falchion fell unconscious to the sound of the midget laughing.
UBERMONT: reprise, page 1UBERMONT!
King Falchion sat upon his poorly crafted throne, looking out of the stained-glass windows to the horizon. His very few troops looked at him with the utmost anger, being that they were summoned an hour ago.
"Err... King Falchion... you called?" One of the guards muttered, almost to himself.
"WHAT IS IT!?" Falchion called from his throne, glaring at the guard who had the audacity to speak out. "What could be more important than the wars to the south? I have no idea how to stop teh ghettoness... and they only move further forward day after day..." Falchion sunk into his seat. "What could be more important than to soon have our lands filled with trailer parks an reruns of jersey shore?" Falchion shuddered.
"Sir, it's just that you called us an hour ago... what was it?" The same guard asked.
"I'm going to join the south wars! None shall come with me, and none shall stop me! Bye my friends!" And with that, King Falchion stormed out the door
Binding transformations part 2"come on, we have to keep moving, if we keep going at this pace, we may get out of the turtle lands in two days." Huck said.
"what use is it anyway? No matter where we go, there is no safehaven for normal humans. We have been looking for a year already, in the shadows, waiting, watching. And all we have ever found was half-humans, the ones that want to transform us, and just work for their petty needs tirelessly" Tiren said.
"So what do you want us to do? Join them? No? Okay then, shut up" alena said. These and four others were part of the last group of humans. Normal humans, anyway. One thousand years after the alien sealed the races off form each other, they have tried to find other was to get over the barriers. But there was a secret they did not know about. Normal humans could pass through the barriers, and go to the other lands. If any of the races figured this out as they captured them, they would surly use it to try to become the dominent race. So they must keep travelling, tryi
Binding transformationsBinding transformations
The world could not be any more split than it is now. or at least that's what Lon said a hundred years before our tale happens. The world was at constant, never ending civil war with itself, for the newborn humans had racism planted in their heads as soon as there eyes open. But not the racism that you probably are thinking about. No, skin color was very small compared to what really was going on.
"Halt there you wolven scum!" Lon shouted, raising his sharp, scale covered arms at the pack of wolf people advancing on draconic land. Lon was a draconic commander, who had to claw (no pun intended) his way to power in the dragon army. Yes, he was human, also dragon. Same with the wolves advancing on his territory. At birth, children of the different races are often forced to transform into a form alike the rest of their own country. There was no choosing sides, there was no going back, you were born fighting for territory, and you would often die. The wolven forces w
final fantasy 1 reviewFINAL FANTASY 1 (nes)
overall, I actually thought this game would suck. I just beat it, and its pretty good for 5 bucks. I thought it would suck becuse I beat ff 12, and thought the game just beat itself with the gambit system. But anyway, now for the reveiw
after looking at this game you may say "why the FUCK did this turd head rate this an 8?!" well the game is from 1990, so im talking about its graphics THEN. But really, they are okay, they get the point accross, even in 2010.
This game has a pretty good battle system, since it didnt have much to copy off of (it DID have dragon quest, wich is a game series I HIGHLY reccoment over the ff series) But the low amounts of MP got annoying, and the ways tht you can instantly die by bad luck can make one's mind spin. There are too many enemys with 1-hit-kill moves that automatically go first, so they can wipe out your whole party before you have the chance you attack. But else than that, very go
A Little Help: Flannery TG (Trade)
Tyler was an avid Pokemon fan. He's favorite generation was easily the third generation. Recently, he had recently received a strange copy of Omega Ruby, the remake of the original 3rd generation game from a strange shop at the corner of town. Being the big fan he was, Tyler jumped at the chance to play the game a few months early. Tyler played through the game, many of the Pokemon he caught were grass type. He was set for a while, easily going through the game for the most part. However, Tyler hit a road bump upon arriving at Lavaridge Town, a gym battle there. In that part of the game, the gym leader trained fire type, most of his Pokemon weak to it. Tyler lost to the first trainer in the gym taking a motivational hit. He kept trying, until he realize he needed to train more. Tyler spent a good few hours leveling up his Pokemon so their weakness wouldn't have such a huge effect. For the most part, Tyler advanced in the gym much easier than before, he did lose a few battles,
The Transformation PolkaThe Transformation Polka
Two young women got out of a car and started walking toward a slightly run-down hotel. They were both dressed in jewel-toned knee-length dresses, and looked almost like sisters, especially with their long brown hair done up in identical up-dos.
“Seriously, Maria, what on earth possessed the student council to have prom here, of all places?” asked the slim one in the shimmering green dress.
“It was cheap, Ginny,” replied the slightly taller one in the wine-coloured dress. “We had to find an alternative to the gymnasium thanks to the repairs. Besides, there are other advantages to the location.”
“Other advantages...” Ginny looked around, and her eyes widened. “We’re right next to a freaking nudie bar, how is that an advantage?”
“It’s a topless bar,” Maria replied absently. “My uncle Leo works there, though he’s taking the night off t
All I Was Able To Give (part 2)He watched as his mate struggled. Day in and out Mikey was sluggish, depressed, unwilling or unable to train for longer than an hour or so. There were times when Raph would catch Mikey holding his stomach as tears trickling down his face. Those times Raph would hug Mikey. Would pull the young turtle tightly against his body and whisper how much he loved Mikey into the turtle's ear.
It was slowly destroying them, both of them. They had wanted a baby for so long. They’d hoped and dreamed of having a child of their own, just as their brother's had, had with their mates; the news that it was almost impossible was a near fatal blow to them. And while Mikey slowly fell into depression Raph found himself becoming more and more violent. At night when he went out on patrols he would bellow and rage at thugs and gangsters. Normally he tried to show some restrain when fighting with them, but now that was gone. He broke bones, fought dirty, did whatever it took to try and release the pent up
The Bear Girls
If I told you this story happened once upon a time, would you believe it then?
Perhaps, perhaps not.
Whether you believe me or choose not to, it happened. There were two little girls, and a bear.
And that is all I know.
At least, it is all I know for certain.
You were expecting more, weren't you? Very well.
One little girl was blonde, with skin white as snow, the other rosy and raven-tressed, so they say, but that doesn't seem very likely unless they weren't sisters at all, and I have always assumed they were sisters. It is almost inevitable that they were sisters. No story ever says much about the father. He was dead, or abandoned them. Perhaps they had two different ones. It's impossible to say.
I could tell you the girls were beautiful princesses who ran into the great dark forest to escape their wicked stepmother. Or perhaps they were abandoned by their poor woodcutter father who could no longer afford to feed them but could not stand to see them starve. Or were they just two ordin
Goodbye .:EnglandxReader:. (Part 5)
“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
― André Gide, Autumn Leaves
I took in a deep breath, completely nervous for what is about to happen. I know that I was early, I wanted to prove to Alfred and Mattie that I am healthy enough to do things on my own. I got dressed, ate breakfast and left for the meeting an hour before it started, of course leaving them a note so they don’t freak and think I faded away.
We had flown in yesterday; the meeting was in Beijing, China. I actually wished I could stay longer and marvel at the beauty around me but my doctor refused to let me out on a trip like this for more than three days. At least I could see Arthur again and meet all the other countries I have yet to meet, or at least the one’s that will be at the meeting today.
Pulling out my small compact mirror, I checked to see that my make-up was alright, it didn’t even look like I was sick, thankfully.
Wanting to touch you
High above him they twinkled, each one looking like a diamond floating in a sea of darkness; shining so brightly that they made the night seem less dark. Blobboid looked up at the stars a feeling of odd childlike wonder filled his mind. He could not help but wonder, were the stars in Michelangelo's dimension as beautiful as the ones here in this one?
He’d always felt a kind of connection to the stars. No matter how bad things got, the stars never changed they always shown down with such beauty and grace. When they been younger, still children, before they'd begin developing their powers and before sliver had gone evil......he'd begun to teach his son's about the stars. Not just what they were, but the constellations and their histories. While his other brothers had somewhat disinterested Blobboid had clung to his father's every word. Something about the twinkling diamond lights above his head fascinated him; they held a kind of power over him that made him want to look up at them
Bluebell's Perilous Picnic It was a truly beautiful evening. The moon was full and seemed to fill the entire sky, illuminating my forest home as brightly as the sun. It was beautifully warm without a breath of wind, bringing a serene peace to the inhabitants of the city of Daffoville. But the air was far from still. It was filled with the sound of an orchestra performing the latest composition from Mosszart, our greatest musician. Pan pipes, harps made out of reeds, violins and cellos made out of dried leaves and countless fairy bells could all be heard.
The conductor was not only controlling the orchestra, but used his baton to direct the swirling mass of fireflies twisting and pulsating through the air above. They responded to the changes in speed and volume. When the music was soft, they swirled softly and emitted a low light. When the music was loud and energetic, the fireflies picked up the pace and shone even brighter than usual.
The annual concert of the full moon was certainly a magn
Clarissa Teaches Witchery
"With one final swipe, the mighty dragon Hooktail has fallen. His head fell lifelessly onto the cold hard ground, and out of its mouth popped out Niri, and she was holding the World Key. The dragon had swallowed the magic key, to keep anyone from finding it. Luckily, if the heroes had taken just a bit longer to defeat Hooktail, poor Niri might have perished before she found it!"
The bard holding a golden key sighed in relief while the three other party members helped her up while they looked to a gigantic double door.
"As the World Key is placed in the key hole, the doors of the Great Palace opens to reveal a brand new world, unlike our heroes have ever seen before..." Clarissa closed her notebook and everything returned to normal. "Well, that's probably a good time to stop. New worlds aren't just made in a day!" She gleefully said.
"That was amazing." Katie said, filled with excitement. "Man, that Ring of Jumping +20 really came in handy! It almost felt like I was flying!"
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 8
Chapter: 8 The Lost Love
7:00 am Arendelle
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, MICHAEL GOLDENHEART.
"Alright! Alright!", I jeered as my wife and I entered the bedroom.
Victoria followed us in, but Elsa shoved her out and locked the door. "Oh come on!", she whined.
"Not now, sweetie.", sneered Elsa. "Daddy has some explaining to do. And depending on his answer, I may become a self-made widow!" She turned her head so fast, it looked like it had spun 180 degrees. Her blue eyes were soaked in emotion, both anger and sadness. Before I could speak, she shot an ice beam from each of her hands, freezing me to a chair. "I was such a fool. I should've been suspicious of all of your 'missions'. A tear ran down her face. "How long have you been with her? Months? Years? How long have you hid this from me?"
"You misunderstand! This isn't an affair!"
ubermontKing jake sat on his throne in the ubermont capital, looking upon the horizon through a window in his throne room. He started sweating as if for no reason, his veins popped out and looked like he was turning purple.
"Sire! Sire, are you alright?" one of his royal palace gaurds said.
"what? Ya, i was just holding my breath, you were saying?" Jake said. He looked back up at the window, his eyes shaken.
"The maverick is out there, so is the fulcrum. But inbetween them, is teh gettoness!" Jake said.
"teh ghettoness?" one of the gaurds asked.
"no! only i can say teh!" jake yelled back.
"oookay... the ghettoness?" the gaurd said. he looked at the other gaurds with a wonderous look of "why do i bother with this idiot?"
"teh ghettoness is a not so organised organisation that plans to shut down and annialate the ubermont, fulcrum and maverick." jake said, the thought made him shudder.
(aka i got bored)
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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