powerent

I can't read all of the poems at night. Attention fading...Ability to read fading...so, I can't read the poems until later, but some of your works are rather dark and disturbing. Why not something such as that one story with the computer, quantum physics, and a repeat of WWII in a parallel universe (I blanked out on the name)? The thing is, they're pretty good, though a bit unusual. Unusual in a good way.

I'm not desperate, I just want to be existing somewhere. I need to feel tall, as I like to say. All too often I feel short...Oh well, do what you want, but my wrath can't be contained forever. When I explode, I'll take the Varrock Library and its inhabitants with me! :twisted: :twisted:

What about me????????????????? No story about me? None at all? How dare you! You're- you're making me cry! :cry: :cry: OK, OK. So maybe I am overreacting, but I really wish you would've thought about me a bit more... Alas, I am always forgotten. Just keep writing, I'm wrapped up in school...

This next portion will be all about the Library on the Island. And Archimage, I have a few things to say to you. I did not say Xarosen was your alter ego, just that the child should watch out for him/her/it. And also, how is your name pronounced? Is it Archi-Mage or Arch-Image, or neither? It would be nice to know. Chapter Four: The Tests Begin I slowly moved from meditation into the actual world. The Library was massive, as I had learned when I first woke up. I saw the sheer amount of stuff, not just books and such. This place held power, strength, and honor above all else. This was the place where legends still are, being perfectly preserved. This is the tour Archimage happened to be giving me as well... I was in a room specifically designed for relaxing and I was using it constantly. I awoke from a zen-like state, the shadows inside me sensing a disturbance. They felt the air around me, tasting it and letting me know just what was there. A blade of fire, it seemed. And what is this blade of fire, I asked myself. I just had to look and find out. Archimage had a large sword with an Enchantment of Flame on the sword's edge. "Defeat me," was all she said. I remained silent and made a few copies of myself in the room, which was a sheer white that made the entire room shine. There were three windows, one in each wall's center with a door on the other end. "Ask and you will find. I will answer accordingly and correctly," I responded from everywhere in the room (or so it seemed), my voice staying even and perfectly cold. "Are you hiding inside a shadow?" "There are no shadows in this room, I would have to create one to make that happen, and no." "Are you hiding from me at all?" "Not really. You know where I am, you just don't realize it." "I will now try and detect you, striking down all shadow-copies I find." She promptly tore apart the sitting clone with the fiery blade. "Good to see that much, at least," I comment. She takes out a bomb that is specifically designed to destroy shadow-copies. "Wrong choice," I inform her before setting a small burst of raw energy expanding and rolling over itself in a destructive motion, making it look like the bomb just went off. "Where are you this time?" "Your other hand." "How the...?" "Training over, now let me read!" That was the first of many trials. I had to do many other tests such as that, but those will be for later. I must tell you, insolent mortal fool, I mean kind reader, about the Island of the Elements. This is the place where nothing is left out, where secrets are taken and captured each day. I was not the only strange person on the island, in fact. I saw many people on a daily basis walking through the library or taking a walk in the gardens. I was not the only one with shadow-powers at the time at that place, but the other people were scared, and had every right to be so. I saw magicians practicing aim and ability with their spells, and a few actually welcomed me and spoke languages that seemed to give me a new strength I had not yet known. I could run faster, jump higher, throw objects more accurately, and do many other things such as that. The arcane wizards gave me great knowledge with a flick of their wrists. I felt at home. But what was home? What would be next? It would get more difficult and strenuous, I was assured of that.

Dear Idiots that are topped with Morons, I have been assigned by the Shadows to read these immortal words...pardon the pun in advance. We're the ones who saw you rise, We will make you fall. We aren't seen by mortal eyes, We will consume all. Remember that I, Powerent, have the strength and authority of the Shadows, the ones who made this nice letter possible. Now hand over the stocks. And the Codex Bubbles. And your soul. We'll be taking them anyway. Sorry. About these really short sentences. Sincerely (and hauntingly), The Almighty Powerent The Thirteenth Olympian Your Master Controller of the Darkness

Amazing, from little after start to incredible finish! Good storyline, amazing suspense, pretty much all I could ask for. Write more stories, please! For the sake of this entire library, I beg you!

Quite good, I'm interested to hear more.

Thanks for the comments, the rushed feeling is probably what spilled over from middle school. Oh, the pain! I'm trying to remember the exact poem I thought of earlier that was slightly better worded than the one at the beginning of Chapter Three, but failing. I STILL NEED MORE COMMENTS FROM OTHER PEOPLE, ARCHIMAGE CAN'T BE THE ONLY NICE ONE!

Macaroni_Maaaxxx Weird, yes, but awesome all the same.

powere nt5r OK, that was pretty good because I have really sharp elbows....but the end was messed up.

1337% time reduction? Get it? If I'm the first, then I'm seriously scared. That is really funny though, you have to admit.

Okay, so the link is weird-ish and I need someone to help get it into actual words, someone! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We decided you would rise, We will make you fall. We aren't seen by mortal eyes, and we shall destroy all. --The Shadows Chapter Three: Unleash the Beast It was a dark, stormy night...It was the best time for me to leave, I'm not trying to make it a horror story. I promise! The lights were all turned off, so I had to grope around to get to the stairs. I was wearing dark blue basketball shorts and an Under-Armour shirt that was black. It somehow made me blend in and feel welcomed by the night, which was a comfortable but not entirely new feeling at the time. I somehow held a small dagger, pointed backwards in my left hand. I had memorized the stair patterns and locations of the steps, so I had no problem getting through. On the ground floor, I stepped lightly, trying not to land my foot on one of the roaming cats. I got to the door, and let pure instinct take control. I just remember moving through the door before moving on into an alleyway to rest a few seconds to see what I would do. The plan was well-formulated, made so that I could get out of the city to somewhere. I had no idea of the exact location, except that I would be guided, and that it would be time. Time for what? Where is this location? And who would guide me? These I had no idea at the time of, but dear reader, you will know by the end of the story, probably sooner. Back to the jog to that random, unknown location. Even with athletic clothes, tennis shoes, and an enhanced breath, probably caused by the guiding force, the trip across the city was tough. I stayed in the alleys, repeatedly trying to get away from all light. I did happen to meet a few people I didn't want to, though. They weren't in any mood to fight me after I got done with them. One was an old man with a bad temper, who hurled his cane at me. It sailed over a few trash cans, aimed directly at my head. I held out my hand and grabbed the butt end of the cane, spinning it in my fingers a few times before firing it back. He changed into a weird form, one that looked like a small tree with eyes, arms, and a really bad attitude. The cane snapped against its trunk like it was a tower of cards. I drew out a huge sword from thin air, and decided to throw it at the man/tree. He seemed to be cut perfectly by the sword, and it bounced off of a brick wall and came back at him, cutting through him a bit higher. I caught it and put it back in its sheath, which was nowhere at all. I got out of that pathway and decided to risk going next to the sidewalk. Nobody saw me, so I kept going. When I risked getting back into an alleyway, a gun dealer was in my path. I hid in the shadows before leaping out behind him, managing to get a dagger into his back before he reacted. I felt a small drain of energy and strength, but felt another being sharing my mind; then I realized I was controlling the man. I slunk back behind a dumpster, closed my eyes, and moved him with my mind. He tore the dagger out of his spine, put it into one hand, and grabbed a pistol with the other. He moved through each alley before me, making sure it was safe. I felt an odd presence in one, and released control of him. I felt the dagger in my pocket, and a sudden tiredness came over me. "Hello, child." "Yes, Archimage Aquan. Hello. Who are you?" "You know me, or the shadows know me. Have you heard of the small poem seemingly made by them, the one dropped on the ground?" "Yes, I have," I responded almost instantly. Together we chorused: "We decided you would rise, We will make you fall. We aren't seen by mortal eyes, We shall destroy all." "The Unicode Bubble will be updating your knowledge of me and of the bubble itself. Please wait a few seconds while it gives you the information," she informed me, almost as though she was talking to a toddler. I realized that it was just her age and wisdom, which she had so much of, that gave her that view on life. I suddenly knew about the Unicode Bubble and the Library of Life on the Island of the Elements. The vast amount of knowledge was incredibly tiring, or was that the Unicode Bubble? No matter what, the last I heard for a little while was, "Don't worry, child. We will be going to the place where we are safe, and where the Last Pure will not dare go. My Bother shall be on his side, but it is nothing compared to either of our powers individually, let alone combined. The Library and the villagers on the Island will be glad to see you. Just watch out for Xarosen, and you will be fine. Now sleep, young one, sleep."

Go Phil! Hahahaha...ha...haha......Still, nice to see the huge axe. Looks great.

7/10, you're on the games forums lots.

Now it's time for more story. Take a cookie, sit back in the chair, and read what will now be the rest of the story from the boy's view. The story parts in italics, like this are little sections from the Last Pure's point of view. Nothing is better than a story, and I WILL get this story into my signature...sometime... I'm searching for people who will let me use their characters, and I'll actually get to the story soon.

Good job all of you, keep helping tip.it! I have yet to see one of you post on here to show off the avatar. EDIT: Spelled "off" correctly with the edit, oops... :oops:

Gratz, Tripsis! Keep on shampooing! :lol: (Please say something about the joke, please!)

Archimage, I remember the "KEEP THOSE PESKY HEROES CHAINED UP LONGER" ad from the 55-word story thread that one guy made! "The best 1 Mill you will ever spend!" Keep the thread alive! It's-it's-it's A-LIVE! You get the picture.

The story totally rocks! It has a cool plot, weird characters, and an aura of raw power, similar to that of powerent's in ShadowBlood. I have middle school, and it's quite time-consuming. I won't be able to post as much, but it's good so far and you should keep going on the story...forever!

Ohmanohmanohman! The suspense! Middle school started today for me, which is off-topic, but that doesn't mean the story doesn't rock. Even if a bit shorter than other chapters and parts of them, it still is an amazing story that you should keep working on, and only you can decide when to end. I will be sad when you do finish, but the final result will remain amazing. I have one smiley for you: :thumbsup: Keep up the great work!

I have a few words for you! Escape! Come back to TIF! Keep book-criticing here! And writing! We like it! Now that was just plain weird.

You told them to post, so do I. I have to say, this is a very good story with an interesting plot, even though I would have found it more suspenseful if you'd split the posts into 1 or 2 chapters for 1 post. It would then appear slightly longer and people would have more time to respond. Keep writing stories, you're pretty good at them.

I'm baaaaack! I was working on ShadowBlood, the new story of mine. I am a fan and love to read the series. I would like it to be mentioned more, but powerent will be incorporated into the story, if you have read the newer parts you will know. School starting on Wednesday, less time to be on TIF. I plan on making a new story, using ShadowBlood and 3 other future stories, nonexistent now. "4 champions. 6 battles. Who will you choose: ShadowBlood and its dark weapons, Inferno and his fiery wrath, the Frozen and his goose-bump causing abilities, or the Keepers of Time, the ones of legend who are said to control more than even they think? Take your pick. Let the War of the God Children commence!" You get the picture.

I still need more people to come and offer their characters to the story. I also need a wider range of responses from the users of this library. ******* Remember always, young one, that pain can be spread and shared and can also be parasitic and horribly contagious. Use the shadows correctly, for if you destroy to much, your soul snaps like a twig under a giant's foot. Always keep this in mind, and you shall become incredibly powerful and a savior to the worlds. Chapter 2, POV 2: The Bother I thought just one thing after losing Archimage's wisdom and strength: what about her bother? That would save me so much time and money, since it would become an ally if Archimage decided to side with that powerent guy. Who the heck was he, and why was he mentioned? I still didn't know, and all I thought of was more questions. I had to seek out the Bother and contain it, capturing, or so I believed, a section of the Unicode Bubble. With it, I could look into the way to defeat the boy and also this powerent. It all seemed so perfect. That thought made me wonder. The first problem was seeking the Bother out, the second would be convincing it. I had to think of where the Bother would be compared to the location of Archimage. If she was in the chair, the Bother would be...The candy machines! I hurled myself down the hallway to the stairs. One flight down, turn right, go straight for a tiny bit, skid to a stop, and take the sharp turn into the candy machine room. The bother was small and brown, with a large round nose colored almost completely black. When it faced me, I couldn't see its tiny tail. It had two eyes, one on top of the other. Its mouth took up the place where its eyes would have been, and its ears were standing straight up, each thin pointed one. Somehow I knew it would try to tell Archimage Aquan what I was doing, so I had to give the Bother slightly incorrect information. "Hello," I manage. "Hi," the Bother replies absentmindedly, still focused on the candy. "Archimage is-" "Don't tell me how she is! I share a Unicode Bubble with her, I know!" "She's on the opposite side," I finish quite quickly so that the Bother can't interrupt. "I need you to work with me to stop her from allying with this powerent dude." "You are truly a loser." "Why am I a loser?" "You know who powerent is. It's staring you in the face, and you're not lying right now." "I don't like you," I comment to him, trying to sound bored. It saw through the bluff. "Get away before I eat you." I decided to run, and when I got out of sight, I decided to train a little bit. I went up to a guard and picked a fight. He fired from his gun a few shots, and I dodged the lasers (which was the ammo) effortlessly. He knew it was of no use and used weak shadow-copies. "Do you not know who I am?" I ask him as a slam forward at lightning speed into him, pinning him against the wall. All he can do to reply is shake his head. "I'm the Last Pure, the one who made it alive from the destruction of most of my race. I released my hold and stepped right, and another me replaced the original in keeping the guard against the wall. "Which one are you?" he asked weakly. "Both," came a distant reply from far back, where I had made another clone. I happened to be the one next to the pinner, or whatever you would call him. I had a bag of throwing knives on my belt, and I reached for one. To the guard, I looked like a demonic monster holding a glowing throwing knife at close range wearing a large, flowing silk-like robe and a hood that covered the face which could possibly kill him. He was right in all of those guesses, as it happened. I hurled the knife at his arm. The clone stepped out of the way and I watched as the man felt a poison of darkness seep into his weak mortal body. This was certainly not the skill known as ShadowBlood, but it worked just fine. The poison's ability was called JellyfishSting, so a person would be called that if they had the ability themselves. I stepped through the door, ready to walk outside. The battles weren't over yet. Two guards, one me, one clone. I took one out without the other noticing, and I then scared the man by hiding in the shadows and leaping out. While he was startled, I shoved him into a potted plant, where he fell. I mind-controlled the pieces of pot to keep him bound to the ground. He was stronger than the weak prison I made and hurled the shards at my face. I let them get next to my hand before they distorted and then went boom, scattering the sharpened points around the man's body. He was still fine, and I realized I would need to use a bit more force. I sprinted the 4 feet to him and slammed a dagger made of obsidian into his gut. I made it change into a wider shape, and tore it out so that his internal organs began to spill out. Blood was everywhere, so I cleaned up with some odd magic I learned, of sliding off whatever was on my robes and dagger. There was no evidence of how the man had been killed, as expanding weapons were beyond the human race's imagination. It would get harder. I was sure of that. I was right, and now I hate being right too.

NOOOOOO!!! How can you leave us like this? The...the pain...... Sorry about that outburst up there^^. For what reasons do you want to end the story? As long as you don't leave the entire Varrock library from the tip.it forums, I won't be too heartbroken. The story is actually pretty funny in some parts, even though, I repeat, I am NOT "a fine example of the male species." I won't bother you about that, just give some answer somewhere to whether you will still be a book critic in the happy library where I am posting right now.