Xewleer

no, thats the, me running out of batteries in my laptop, but I see you are right, in this issue, I'm dissatisfied with it too.

perhaps one of the best games for PS2 is Valkerie Profile: Silmeria, I can't believe no one mentioned that one...

Slice of a silent movie Tzhaar! any of the Organ musics In the clink (the old one, before they updated musics) I like the Last Shanty, and a few others when the mood takes me.

yes! That was the feeling I was going for! BTW, the Varriable is dead, how can I expand it, and she is currently horribly mangled and in the care of Catholic monks. I don't think I can lengthen it without ruining some of the stuff in the story.

Finished! please C/C! BTW, I am not catholic, or have any experience with the homeless.

Variable X was born on a stormy night, in a hospital. So? One might say, but it is said his mother ran off with his father, the very night she gave birth, not even the Virgin Mary (Hail Mary!) could do that. And so he came under the care of the previous Father, John Saint, with a birth certificate with the only thing on it, a name, written Variable X. I was not in the monastery at the time of his arrival, and knew nothing of him, until someone told me, but that is something else. Back to the story. He began to grow up and become the things that come with manhood, when there came a few kids who did not believe that his name was not his fault, and they teased him. They teased them until he broke nearly 100 bones total in their collective bodies. We had to release him after that. I was walking toward the monastery for my first day serving Our Father. He passed me as I paid my cab fare. He had the most evil eyes I had ever saw, but angry, with an intense rage that I felt was destroy him. He then a vagabond, too prone to violence to possibly hold a job, even for a professional mafia enforcer. So he was stuck on the streets, too proud to beg, too cruel and disgusted with himself to do anything of true use. Until he met a girl in unfortunate circumstances. He was walking down an ally, hungry, as usual, when a girl ran by him. He grabbed her and tossed her in a nearby dumpster, sensing she was being chased. A man ran by, then came back. "Hey! kid! you saw a little prossy run by here?" "I think you are looking for this!" He is reported to have broken every rib that man had, using a move the older monks said he called guilotine. The girl climbed out of the dumpster and thanked him. Only to be slapped across the face for hugging him. But she stayed and followed him for some reason. And they began a mutual relationship, he would fend off any possible attackers and she would help by getting food. Winter came, and the heart of Variable began to melt. And she was the reason. He now had a reason to be kind to someone else, no one had ever shown him kindness without a reason or responsibility to do so. But winter is cold, and they had no coats or warm clothes that they could share. They found a house, naturally heated for an unknown reason. And Christmas, the birthday of our Lord, neared and Variable did something kind, he got a present for her. Hiding it under the bed where they slept together for warmth. Then she called him. "Variable!" He walked down and was greeted by a goon and his boss, the large and brutish (even for a goon) man was holding her by the neck and was pointing a gun to her head. The boss was in a very calm state of mind and began to talk. "Variable, is it? Well, I want you to come with me." "No." "If you don't come with me I'll have her killed." Variable charged the hired muscle man and tackled him, but he still shot, and hit, her, and she fell to the ground, lifeless. Variable went wild and started to fight with the muscle man and was shot by the boss. Who left with his bodyguard as if nothing had happened, and they drove off in a limosine. The bodyguard questioned the boss. "Why'd ya kill em? I tot you wanted 'em livin?" "No cousin of mine will ever replace my position as Godfather of this cities mob." And so he drove off, leaving two bodies to rot. Except that I was ministering in that area, and I found a girl shot through the chest, in the area between the ribs and her breasts, and healed her, and she told me her story.

Same, I actually played for all my 4 years with a very good outlook on my game life. Haven't done much actually playing lately though. Recently, I realized I was no longer a combat Noob when I beat a level 79 in full granite and rune boots, with just a DD (p++) he died pretty quickly actually.

I have to agree with the consensous... man! that was very freaky!!!!! I think I gotta read something comedic to lighten my day. Out of curiosity, when did you first come to the Varrock Library? because I'm certain you are the oldest one here (time since beginning to write here)

of course, I can't review myself, but, could you review "tragedy of the Keyblade War" please, Sephy? I do do reviews! Please request!

I thank you for your advice, but sometimes I feel ill-advised listening to you. I don't know why, just a inward spirit thing that manifests itself. BTW, Government did not lose their grip, rather, it shifted position to get a better one. The fifth story will deal with the government.

I liked that game... I like the story, do more!

The reason why geeks haven't changed the world is because no one has made them mad enough to. Geeks rule the world. If all the geeks removed their support, the world would have a serious crises, why? Because the majority of engineers in all engineering fields are geeks. Engineers are essential to what we have in our modern lives. No geeks, major shortage of engineers, major shortage of engineers, fewer inventions and improvements to what we have, and what we have runs downs for want of engineers to continue developing production methods. Economy of our modern world runs on engineering skills. Not every person can be an engineer, no matter how smart you are. Anyway... I've only written the introduction, wait for the rest of it, I'm sure it will make more sense as I explain the plot. Besides, this will be a century after the events in Runescape, Above and Beyond. Many things will be explained in the next two stories. The Fullmetal wars are at 2112 (A.D.) Now... one last thing... I do not have speel chek on my new computer, so you must forgive my speelling mistakes. I'll post the first chapter soon, but first, I noticed some stuff in the introduction

THE FULLMETAL WARS This is the beginning of the Fullmetal wars. My name is Arkad Darrel, historian novelist extraordinare. And this is the introduction to my major work, The Fullmetal wars, one of the strangest periods in our human history. The Fullmetal wars were marked by: one, geeks who never had any grasp on reality, two, a governement trying to regain control from afore said geeks, and three, various side characters who literally fought for both sides with equal fervor. This aside, I am sure it was an interesting time to live in. In my taste, one of the most interesting soldiers were the Ghosts, of these I must make special mention. Ghosts were geeks who became disenfranchised with what the others wanted. The original Ghosts stole cloaking technology and killed the geek who invented it. They then developed special weapons that would augment their power, like the cannister rifle. Infiltrating almost every echelon of the military, they attempted to save as many people as possible in the Geek Alliance and the U.S. armies and citizens. They fought and died to ensure the least amount of casualties. The Coalition of athletes and the Gangstas were not under their protection. The world has changed, of course, in the hundred twenty-odd years since then, and I have taken it upon myself to hack into old computer email accounts, read history books and talk to the descendants and such, not to mention do some time traveling, to bring only the best in hostorical novels. Whether you believe it as fact or fiction is up to the reader of my book, what I have written is about 90% fact 10% romantic fiction. I have said enough, sit back and enjoy, The Fullmetal Wars!

everyone is allowed their opinions, and quite frankly, I can't quit now, this Sunday I'll post the first chapters of the Fullmetal wars.

Reviewed, please see the main post on this subject, and you can read it!

Tales of Kouldris the Redeemed Review! By Inverted1

L awaited the Program. He knew it would come to destroy the evidence that it existed. He also knew it had a physical body. Loading two high powered guns and cocking them, he awaited what he knew would try to destroy him, and those he took care of. The Program sensed the server and attacked! Using nanite technology to extend and strengthen its arms; it ripped out the wall that blocked it from its target. L, expecting a more subtle attack, was not able to react in time and was thrown against a wall. The Program was about to crush the machine in front of it when L started firing, scoring hits, destroying many hundreds of nanites. The Program was unfazed, it had billions of nanites, but it was still very annoying. Letting the machine drop, it sprang upon L, which was what he wanted. Letting go of his guns he pulled the cord on his shoulder and was surrounded by an EMP shield. The Program had all ready touched him, and was too far in to retreat. EMP can do a number of things, what it now was delete all programming in the nanites, falling apart, and the physical body with it. Ren was typing in websites. One at a time, and getting music. Odd though, whenever he went to a site he had typed in before, it wasn't there. Then, he had a great compulsion to type in http://www.Runescape.com In Runescape, it was near minutes until the Stargate opened into WoW. And it felt like the world ended. Fin! Runescape, above and beyond, is finished! Please state your thoughts! I will start the next in the series, The Fullmetal Wars!

here's one, I was skilling when someone asks me to come to the wildy to get some stuff she was giving away because she was quitting. She said she would buy all my stuff at 4xs the price. I filled my inven with some quickly mined tin and copper and let her kill me. Later on, before I put her on ignore, she sent a steady stream of astericks through the private chat.

I am personally of the opinion that there are three types of people, each having two subcultures in them. 1: a:least populous, those who collectively call themselves geeks. We are very inteligent in narrow fields and sometimes just about everything. Our social skills stink but our gaming is the tops of all. b: These are those who aspire to be like us but have characteristics that heavily rely on the other two. 2:a:most celebrated, these are the athletes and sportsman who do these things with all their ability. What separates them from some Geeks is that they are socially adept and in some cases, perfectionists. b: these are those who fail at sports, yet try their hardest to do better. 3:a: gangsters, these are the most hated in newsmedia, yet they feel wronged. Often groups of Black young toughs who generally live in an anarchistic and lawless manner. This includes Hispanic and asian gangs. b:Those white boys and other such things trying to be "cool" They are merely cast offs, scorning the geek and unable to aspire to even the lowest loser echelons of Athletes. That's my synopsis of young people today. All RS players will fall under one of these three categories.

??? that is my review... what do you want from me you demanding person!?! Don't make me open a can a whoop-character on your story! I have a phd in kicking other stories... Anyway... I actually have no clue how to review a story like yours. It has no true plot, only a subject, and that is the state of noobishness of Catherby. I cannot review something that is not a story because it is not one. It is merely what you have observed and put in a comedic form, much like 1066 and all that. It is a mere expression of something you liked to write. I cannot judge it like stories because IT IS NOT A STORY BY MOST CONVENTIONAL MEANS!!! important^ I enjoyed reading it as a thing to pass the time in some amusement, which I believe is your main purpose to writing it. If I am mistaken please tell me... Because your story is an odd duck, I cannot figure out how to give it a review. And I am still the bad cop. :P

The Program finally discovered the variable needed to give it the edge needed to ensure survival. A blogger, one of those who commiserated with the previous host of the Program's body, was condemning the internet for killing his friend. A deleter would be most useful, but, how would he enact one? Perhaps... a cd of a famous band would work well, put it in, and he would be able to send a bit of himself into the internet. Ren was sitting on his bed, typing a report. When a cd fell on his balcony floor. Picking it up he read the inscription. Music finder point two. "Odd..." So he put it in his computer. A window appeared: Search site for song? Ren looked at it. So all he had to do was to type in a site, and he would be able to get the songs he wanted? Cool! He typed in a few sites and got his songs. The Program was pleased, already nanocites had infected him. He was putty in the Program's hands! ----------------------- More later tonight! I know its getting a little cheesy, but this section is important to the plot later on, in this and two other stories.

mrph3r: Here goes my first Review! Your story is not a great work of literature if you follow a rigorus (I know that's spelled wrong, just my spell check is not working for some reason) guideline. However, there is no rigorus guideling for a known reason. I think I'll be bad cop, Sephy seems to be the good cop... You apparently have a story that involves your personal and cynical experiences in an attempt to satisfy some need you have. I did not LOL or ROFL in the entirety of your story, and that does not bode well. Be thankful that we do not grade on how much the story amuses us. To be encouraging, others received it well and it was nicely written in a plainer style than what some people write. Thus, it was easy to realize what everyone was saying and so on, among the context thingies. So... As to flow: there is none but that's okay because you did not write it to have any. So: I'll give you 3/4ths credit for it. It is a somewhat well spelt and grammatically correct piece of written work. So... I give you in all, a 19 for grammar In explaining it, you quite frankly left it to itself. Which turned out well for you, but is not a good trend to have in many stories. so, in an effort to ensure no one else tries this. 1/2 credit. So, you are given a 47 out of 60, in other words: a good story (thingamajig) Good job!

I'm on it! post it tommorrow though.

Thank you gentlemen, I conclude it today. Also, I rewrote this when the new one came out, Sephy -------------- And she was there, he could feel her heart. Kingdom Hearts, that gave all a feeling, a feeling of love, pulled him to her. Yet he fought to stay away, and then, they could no longer be separate. She met him on the battlefield, fighting in their own little circle, dying to end all that separated them, yet knowing that they could no longer live together. So finally, he, him, the one who loved her, tore off his helm and screamed to her. "I love you! You know this, yet we fight! Can we not disappear? Can we not love each other as we once did, with her, our child?" "You know she is safe, with my mother in Radiant Garden, and she will be under Ansem the wise, why must you bring her up? You know that we can no longer be together, the oaths that bind us are too great. Nothing in this world will be as simple and clean as our love, not our child, whose first sentence was 'where's dad?' and not Kingdom Hearts!" He lurched forward and grabbed her, hugging her to him in what he would have died to call a everlasting embrace. But she cast him off her, the one who loved her, and grabbed his keyblade, Silver [bleep]e, and impaled herself with it. Her helmet, which she had taken off, fell at his feet, his own bare head wet with tears. So she died, and her heart, the part of her who loved him, went to Kingdom Hearts. Why? Why? Why? WHy? WHy? WHy? WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! Why... He sat there in a daze. She was dead, the one he loved. His wife, and his daughter was unreachable to someone like him. No one to love, everyone to hate. His comrades for not being there to stop her. Her comrades, for not getting in their fight, the commanders for forcing them to fight. Kingdom hearts, for taking her heart and that he hated most of all, and he wished that he could find her heart again. And with that final thought, his heart shattered fully, and he ceased being, in any sense, good. Killing hundreds of fighting keyblade weilders is no easy task, but, he was Kami of the Silver Glimmer, Silver [bleep]e and Setting Sun, the keyblade of his beloved, were his, to destroy all that dared make him hate them. And he was one living figure in a sea of Keyblades, no longer fully useable. Life to him was a torment. And some few years past. His daughter fled the rape of Radiant Garden, and the heart of the one who used to be called Kami sensed it. But he had forgotten all, and especially, what it was like to have a true heart. Three figures approached. All in the cursed armor of the ones who called themselves "good" And he chased them. And he was the soul of one dead, a chaser of a thought, and that thought forever eluded him. But he knew two things. Love was now forever beyond him, and that he was merely the soul of one who lived, a chaser to seek reality. Fin! ________------------------- how y'all like it?

Xewleehr here, please request reviews so that I can review stuff, I'll do it on Sunday/Saturday evening.