Harakiri

God...It's taking me forever to level up my stupid Paladin...I'm level 14 at the moment, and am doing the last quest of act 1, but I really can't since I'm pretty weak. Does anyone know an easy way to level up on Act 1? I have been doing Trtram runs (by the way, if you keep logging off then logging back in and going to tristram, you can keep tkaing money off of wirts corpse, easy way to make some cash).

I still play. I have a necromancer and paladin character right now.

---Prologue: Just Who Are We?--- War. Many say it never changes, and that is both true and false. Throughout the thousands of years of human history, war has changed from fighting with rocks and sticks to shooting projectiles at each other. From hand to hand to standing across the street from each other and fighting. It has gone from a battle of sheer strength to a battle of wits. Any one country can declare war. While death and destruction may stay the same throughout history, war still changes as new methods of death are created. Over the course of one thousand years, for instance, humans have evolved from using projectiles shooting at high speeds, to shooting red beams known as lasers. And then another thousand years went by and humans were once again fighting with rocks and sticks. The year 3874 was one that most people who survived would remember as the "Dawn of Forgotten Technology". It was called this because of one reason, and one reason only. Because in the course of half a year all machines began to shut down, and only old computers were able to work. Lasers would not shoot, only projectiles. This continued until we devolved and went back to where we started. And in the course of this, every human to ever live awakened and found themselves standing on the barren Earth, all naked. The greatest minds in history, the greatest murderers to ever live. The most notorious people of the human history were all standing together in a daze, naked. None would suspect that the supreme alien race known as the Xar were the ones responsible. And why should they? Who would have guessed? Even with all the technology of the past years no one had ever contacted aliens, and thus gave up all hope of ever meeting them. Some people speculated aliens were the creators of the planet, and those people would soon find themselves standing next to naked L Ron Hubbard as they waved their fists at everyone else and yelled their great praise to the lords. They would shove into everyones face the fact that scientology, though sometimes riddled with mistakes, was still the real religion. This would spark a religious war within the societies of New Earth. No one person of the billions who now lived on the seemingly enlarged Earth would have guessed that within the course of five years, they would be in wars, fight against a god, destroy themselves, advance in technology so much, not even a god could stop them. This book is the historical account of this event, written into a more enjoyable story book format. May this forever hold a place in the shelves of holo-braries, for this is the history of one of the biggest steps back for humans, and greatest leaps forward.

Is it drawn to life?

I don't like how they sometimes miss weapons, like the Yakuza had a sword, but they don't add that in. Other than that, it's a pretty good show. The only real complaint I had was the Pirate Vs. Knight episode had a very obvious outcome since pirates have guns... The new one looks to be alright, they have never done a one on one fight between two famous people before.

Sorry I have no time to read this, but I guess you need to know that the Varrock Library is not the most active place in the world, and if you are truly looking for criticism for school work, I think you should talk to your teacher, let he/she see what you have. They could tell you how to improve it. Or even give a copy to your friends and let them tell you what they think.

The Flea Market By: Ratchet ---Chapter 1--- Zach Archer's eyes focused on a fat man, waddling like an off-balance penguin. The man wore a flannel shirt and a pair of Levi's. His beard reminded Zach of a member of ZZ-Top. Zach stood from the rickety wooden chair he had sat in for an hour, and yelled out at him. Hey man, you look like you want to buy something naturey' The fat man turned from his quest towards the corn dog dealer. Yeah, what is it you got? He replied, somewhat snotty, like he wanted to murder any man in his way to the food court. Zach led him inside the small square, where he kept three tables stacked with junk. Just another day for Zach Archer at the Lamburgh Flea Market, in Pinnellas County Florida. Zach Archer was not a rich man. He pretty much lived off of selling garbage he had found at the flea market. He lived in a trashy, rundown apartment complex housing the largest city of cockroaches in the world. He was one of three people who lived in it. One of his neighbors was a goth kid who dropped out of high school and uses most of his money from working at Burger King to buy drugs. The other was a strictly Christian guy who sold little leather backed bibles to people on the street. Zach was a self proclaimed Trash Hunter. He basically lived off of digging through peoples garbage early on garbage day, and finding everything he could use to create something to sell, or find broken furniture he could repair. He threw all his finds in the bed of a pick up truck and then drove back home, spending an hour watching the news before driving to the flea market. While he was there, he worked on his trash while the few patrons who came into his little shop browsed. It was noon, and Zach was hungry. He felt his stomach growl, so called his buddy from across the way over. Fred sold comic books and action figures in a rectangle across the sidewalk. His brother Ted also sold stuff with him, and while one of them helped customers, the other usually leafed through some sort of comic book. Fred was reading an old issue of Captain America when he heard Zach's yells and ran over. I'm gonna grab a corn dog or something. Want anything? Zach asked politely. No, Ted brought Chex Mix and lots of Mountain Dew. I'm set man. Fred replied. You're gonna get fat from all that crap. Zach started to walk away, then stopped right outside of his store. Son of a... He muttered. Standing with a knife pointed toward a woman cradling a baby, a medium sized man wearing beaten and old clothes held his arm out as she dumped all her money into his palm. Where the hell are police? Zach asked to himself as he ran toward the mugger. Zach stopped behind him. Everyone watched, but no one did anything, the typical civilian attitude. As long as they weren't directly being threatened, screw whoever is. Zach tapped the mugger's shoulder. When the man turned, Zach punched him in the jaw, sending the money into the air. The crowd suddenly cheered, as if this was some kind of movie, and the hero had defeated the insidious villain. Zach knew it wasn't as easy as in the movies. The mugger came up and sliced at Zach's stomach. Zach jumped back and grabbed the wrist of the hand with the knife, twisting sharply until a CRACK was heard. The knife dropped to the ground, and the police finally showed up. Move out of the way! The police screamed as they threw the mugger to the ground. One of the men in blue walked over to Zach, and shook his head. Shouldn't have gotten involved. Zach pointed at the officers chest. Should have been paying attention. They don't pay three of you law enforcers to not enforce the law. Pay attention. The officer grabbed Zach's finger. I swear to God I just want to take my tazer, and watch you roll around. That would be police brutality, you'd be out of a job, and in jail. We get here as soon as we can, you know that idiot. Maybe you should quit smoking out in the field south of here, and patrol the place. The officer's face was red. Zach wanted to laugh. Next time you interfere, I swear to god... What, you'll let the person get mugged, killed, etcetera, and then decide once the culprit has gotten away it's a good time to care about your job? I don't need you doing my job for me though! I'm simply doing what I should have. I should have helped. Get out of my face, I don't need idiots breathing down my neck. Zach turned and walked toward the food court. The trailer was decorated in gold, making it look more like it belonged in some kind of circus. Beside a window, there was a menu, the words written in red. The man poking his head out of the window stared down at Zach, who laughed. I can't believe you would tell off an officer like that man. You're cold hearted. You don't have to tell me that. Russia froze my body, my heart, my soul. Zach laughed, though inside, the memories of Russia made him want to break down and cry. The man put his head back into the trailer, and brought it back out, this time with two corn dogs. Here you go man. Zach took them. Thanks. Zach headed back towards his store, slowly taking a bite off of one of the corn dogs. The police were done, and carrying the mugger off. The lady who was mugged cradled her baby, rocking it back and forth. Zach decided to go to her. She looked up from the ground, and he noticed the tears. He handed her the corn dog he hadn't taken a bite out of. She took it slowly, and muttered a thank you before going back to her cries. Zach grabbed her shoulders. She was barely twenty. Come on, it's over, there is no point crying. But Daddy said... Zach then knew what all the crying was about. She wasn't the kind of person who could live on her own, she needed her parents. It explained everything. Listen, hush. Your baby is asleep, and the tears are gonna wake him, and he's gonna start crying too. She sniffed. My baby's a girl! Zach wanted to smack himself. Of course she is. Um, emotions spread pretty fast. Everyone around you are going to be sad. Quit crying, and start lightening up a little. He shook her shoulder and walked away. The woman looked up. Can I have your phone number? Zach's eyes grew wide. Um, sure, I guess. He gave her his cell phone number, and then ran back to his store. SCORE! Fred yelled when Zach returned. Shut up. Zach sat in his wooden chair. Fred started to walk away. Have fun man! Zach rolled his eyes. The place would close at 4:00, and he usually stayed behind to finish any work on furniture he was doing, so no one was usually around, except for the police. It was nearing five in the afternoon when Zach found himself avoiding a hail of bullets from the woman he had saved. Her finger squeezed the trigger slowly, like she had feelings for the man she was attempting to murder, but had to do it. Had to kill him. Her alibi had been perfect with the mugging. Now, he found out it was a ploy. It was when he was closing his store, pulling the iron gate across the place and putting the lock on it, that he found himself rolling away from the bullets of the Colt .44. As he rolled, he remembered the cops, and remembered that even the sound of a gun shot wouldn't bring them over any faster. Zach continued rolling around as the woman shot, until he was close enough to kick her legs out from under her. He kicked the gun out of her hand and grabbed it, placing it on her forehead. It was perfect, wasn't it? She asked. Yes, but you should not have been so close. I can tell you are not a pro at this. Which means there is someone else with a gun pointed at my head, either sniping, which would be impossible since there are no tall buildings around, or standing around the shadows. Zach placed a foot on the woman's neck and fell to the ground, avoiding a couple shots from behind him. Zach shot, and struck the assailant. After a grunt, there was a THUMP! Girl, you are messing with the wrong person. I'm not messing with you. It's Vladimir Dmitriev. He's found you finally, and he wants you dead. You are B. S'ing me! Zach noticed he was crushing her neck. Her breath was ragged, and tears were streaming down her face. I will let you live, but make sure to have fun in prison. Zach shot the rest of the pistols clip into the ground around the dead man, and the smeared his fingerprints with his shirt. He handed the gun to the girl, and stood her up. He then held her until he could hear the patter of feet on pavement. The police are here, and I have to go. You are a cold hearted bastard! She said. Leaving me like this. Burn in hell. Last time I went to hell, it froze everything on me. I've already frozen in hell, and survived. It made me the man I am today. Next time you see Vlad, he's going to kill you. Tell him that next time I see him, there will be nothing left of him but ashes. Zach ran between stores, until he got to a fence. He jumped it and ran away, toward the parking lot. His car was back at the flea market, and he was not going to get involved with whatever was going on. The policemen shot the woman and took her gun. Two tall men then hefted the two dead bodies over there shoulders and walked back from where they came. Tell Vlad that tomorrow, we need to have half his army here. Isn't half a bit of overkill? Who are we screwing with? Asked one of the police. Fine. The other police man pulled a cell phone out and punched in a number, which sent him directly to Vlad's private line. Yes? He asked, his Russian accent prominent. Prepare half the army for tomorrow. Make sure they know to scare all the people out. Then we'll get rid of the target, and get out before the real police and maybe even the SWAT shows up. Knowing Zach Archer, he'll probably make enough commotion that the SWAT will show up. I will prepare the army. Tomorrow, we will have one hell of a fire burning, and hopefully it will consume that nuisance. ------------------------------- Eh, I am not very good at writing about real world situations, I know. I am better at fantasy, but it was worth a shot. This will be five or six parts, and it's for a couple girls at school who like my writing and wanted me to write something other than a story about vampires (which I wrote specifically for them, so I am not going to post it :lol: :oops: )

Um...first of all, one paragraph hardly constitutes a chapter, unless you are using the paragraph for a comedy reason. Otherwise, there are run on sentences, an overuse of commas, and it ultimately failed to impress me. I think you should add a little more to the story, elaborate. That would make it longer. You should also work on punctuation. I would direct you toward my punctuation guide if you have any questions.

Double posted it buddy. ;)

I thought we made you was really funny. I never had listened to eminem before, so I can't compare his songs, but I thought We made you was pretty good. By the way, I am a real Punisher geek, and I saw this: Yes my friends, the Punisher and Eminem are going to fight each other in a comic book. My first question was "Who's idea was it, and what drugs were they taking?"

I'm pretty sure that no one can forget Dio's signature move known as ZA WARUDO! We all have those moments when we want a little fan service... by little I mean A LOT. Heres one of my favorites. When Jo-Jo is fighting Straights in the second part, Straights reveals his most powerful attack: Space Ripper Stingy Eyes? WHAT!? :lol:

That's how I felt. I first heard about the album when I watched the music video for their "Do you know the enemy" or whatever it's called, and from just that song I knew it was not going to be a very good album. That song was not good IMO.

Has anybody read JoJo's Bizarre Adventure? I just started reading that the other day (the internet dub at least), and I think it's pretty good. My friend made me watch a whole bunch of Rosario Vampire dubs when I slept over at his house one time. It's kind of funny, but he is really obsessed with the parts where the girls are part naked and stuff. He is a horny little man...

We have a winner! I hope you did not play and beat it :? That was a baaaaaaaaaaaaaad game.

Um...what? :?

Wow...this thread really sunk. HINT: It's a reallly, really bad game.

From what I've heard, TakeTwo is paying 30 million for the rights to Duke Nukem Forever.

I never liked Duke Nukem, but had hope for this one. It's kind of sad. Thankfully 3D doesn't work on Max Payne anymore, because it would suck if that ended.

You win the riddle... :evil:

While some may argue that the Coffee Shoppes Books thread is where I should review, I personally think there is a fine line between recommendation and actually reviewing. Recommending is telling someone to read something, while reviewing something is telling someone WHY to read something. While I have nothing to review at the moment, I read enough that I could fill 40 pages in the next 6 months with my reviews. But this is a place for everyones reviews, and everyone that contributes a review gets the book's name placed below in this post, along with their review. Here are the basic rules: 1. If you write a review that bashes a book, write one good thing about it. Same if it's a good review. 2. Reviews can be that funny kind of bashing with jokes thrown in and all that, but keep it clean. 3. You can review any type of book, both fiction and non fiction. 4. Reviews don't have to be huge, they can be a generalized summary of what you thought as long as it ties together pretty well. 5. Have fun. Reviewing should be fun, not a pain in the arse. 6. Format can be anything you wish, but make sure you include the books name and author (that might be a given). Page numbers, whether you want to review it with a number or just want to use words to tell about your book is totally up to you. So review away!

Volume 1 Issue 8: Opinionated In this issue, I decided to talk about this most amazing thing called the review. While most people steer clear from opinions from other people, usually because the other person is wrong, I find that reading a review is always helpful in finding what is wrong with someone. Take for instance, the ultra popular Harry Potter series. It has stellar reviews, and a huge cult following, which I don't understand because I have found these books to be dull, really boring, and ultimately not even worth it. The story is full of hiccups, the characters are ultimately cut outs of a nerdy teenage girl, a kid who knows absolutely nothing, and the mischievous little rascal, which have all been fleshed out in much better books. Below, I'll hide some reviews for the first Harry Potter book I found review it l like I believe someone should. ALL REVIEWS WERE FOUND ON AMAZON.COM! [hide=]I am a fifteen-year-old girl whose friends adore Harry Potter. I read this book in an attempt to see whether this book would live up to all the hype surrounding it. I thought that I would perhaps enjoy this book, as I am normally a big fan of "different world" stories. Boy, was I disappointed. I do not think that this book will induce others to practice witchcraft, etc. The reason why I don't like Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone is because IT ISN'T A GOOD BOOK. This story moves like a television series, each storyline acting as an episode. But there is one difference: television shows do a much better job at depicting characters and storylines. J.K. Rowling's use of description is bland and amateurish. I realize that this book was written for children, but couldn't Rowling have at least attempted to use a higher sense of vocabulary? Roald Dahl uses very simplistic vocabulary in his stories, too, but he comes off as charming - Rowling just seems to be somebody who CAN'T use a nice vocab word every now and then. Let's move on to the actual story. This is where the "unoriginal" trait comes in. Can we say "Cinderella"? The story of Harry Potter is too contrived. We've all seen the main storyline before: kind orphan boy/girl who just so happens to be whisked away to someplace "magical" for them; is great at everything and wins the admiration of practically everybody, with the exception of a few jealous enemies here and there. This storyline has been DONE TO DEATH, and Harry Potter doesn't make it any better. This book is definitely not a classic. The Chronicles of Narnia - that's a classic. A Wrinkle in Time - that's a classic. Harry Potter doesn't come even close to those or many others. My literature teacher once put books into two different categories: thinking books and non-thinking books. Harry Potter belongs in the latter. This is a book that will go in one ear and out the other, not something that will stay with you for years on end. If this book ever becomes as "classic" as Cinderella or Snow White, the world will have had lost its mind. This book definitely does not live up to the hype.[/hide] [hide=]I can say that I was hopelessly sucked-in as well. But that was just the problem. After finally finishing the book I realized "Oh, wow, that was such a page-turner, I'm surprised it wasn't some cheap dime-store pulp." I agree with many of the comments that I've read (but mostly the negative ones, which are severely lacking): *The plot is nothing new, and I've only read the first one *There are many elements that, far from being a "tribute" to great books/series such as Tolkien's LOTR and Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia, are merely lifted straight from the best elements of the said books. As examples, compare Dumbledore's suspiciously Gandalf-ish character description. Another is the troll scene in the girls toilet: this is almost so plagiaristic that there should be a lawsuit. And finally, how do you like the scene at the end where Harry wakes up in bed, after a few days in respite from his exploits, and low and behold, Dumbledore is sitting beside this supposed "hero". Along with the "Scooby Doo" ending (I thought of this myself before reading the reviews), severe lack of moral focus, and just generally mediocre writing, I wonder why any adult would get excited about it and infect their children with the same. There is truly a gigantic corporate/media hype about this series that is simultaneously ungodly and unnatural. I'm glad, though, that I have read the first book; now, if anyone hears me criticizing the book, at least I can't be accused of not reading it. There is so much more out there in the world of literature: don't start here. In a century, and maybe as soon as 20 years, J.K. Rowling will surely be forgotten. Her writing is far from classic.[/hide] I won't continue the string of Harry Potter bashing. There were quite a few one star reviews on Amazon (more than I expected), but ultimately, they all sucked. Instead of giving a (somewhat) thought up review, they were just: "HARRY POTTER SUCKS! READ THIS! THIS BETTER!" While the previous reviews do involve the names of books, they don't compare them. I feel that a lot of the time, books cannot be compared because I personally don't like Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings, so can't see how one is better than the other when ultimately, I think they are on the same level of suck (though Tolkien could actually write). So, today we talk about reviews! Why? Because The Coffee Shoppe is about to embark on an epic journey through reviews land. MAIN ARTICLE: REVIEWING A BOOK I am in no way a "professional reviewer" if there is such a thing. I understand that opinions differ considerably from person to person, and while everyone likes to put their opinion out there, it ultimately will not usually matter for most people. I myself love to review things from my general stand point that everything sucks anymore. That's just what I think. Cartoons suck, music sucks, the latest books have not been very good, I have not seen a good movie since Watchmen. That is where a true reviewer should stand, not at the middle where you like a bit of everything, you should really either love everything (that way we know what sucks) or hate everything (that way we know what's good). Roger Ebert has reviewed movies for so long, I can't even count them. If you look at some of his reviews, he said the Mummy 3 was the best in the series, which is so far from right. He also declared Indiana Jones 4 as being good. He is one of those middle people who aren't really suited to reviewing, because they have to much love and to much hate for things. Do you understand what I am saying? Reviewing things is one of the easiest jobs in the country because all you have to do is give an opinion. But, when you don't already have your feet trapped beneath a cement block in your mind that either has the giant letters hate, or love on it, then you really shouldn't review. That's just my general opinion on the matter. Any ways, I believe that if you want to review something good, you should point out something bad in it. If you just admit the whole things good, you are a liar. Nothing is perfect besides nothing. Nothing is probably the most perfect thing. Also, when you review something bad, say a good thing or two, nothing can be that bad. Harry Potter has a neat idea with the quiditch thing. Ultimately, the game of reviewing is one of the easiest ones, but the appeal of a review is so widespread that it's just impossible to write a review that everyone agrees with. I might sound like an idiot, I probably am, but that's just my basic opinion of reviews. QUESTION OF THE WEEK When reading a review, do you read multiple ones in order to get a wider set of opinions, or do you give up at the first one? THIS WEEKS RIDDLE By day I am gone By night I am not For at the strike of midnight When there is not a sight of light I become the thing you sought. I don't know what this is but an answer would be quite lovely. I ran along the lavatory I never thought I'd meet a man like you Meet a man like you With thinning hair and a missing eye The kind of eye that looks all over you looks all over you And I ran, I ran so far away I just ran, I ran from that nasty fate But couldn't get away A tangle of hair appears above your head The kind that could grab you could grab you. The hair is coming nearer still It's about to entangle you entangle you And I ran, I ran so far away I just ran, I ran from that nasty fate but couldn't get away. Pulled out a knife to get you away But didn't want to pay for the puncture wound for the puncture wound You open your mouth to talk to me Ask me where the toilet papers at in the bathroom in the bathroom And I ran, I ran so far away I just ran, I ran from those poopy stains I finally got away.-Written while taking some medicine that made me so dozy, I barely understood what was going on. NEXT WEEK: WHATEVER I WANT!

Anyone want to tell me if it sucks, its good, what they think? Chapter 2: Battle in the hills Phillip Kowl walked forward, pushing low hanging branches back. Behind him, two hundred people carrying pistols and machine guns pushed forward, all ready for the coming destruction. It took three hours before the men broke out of the forest, and entered a hilly area, the sun high in the sky. Across a field stood a woman and her men, all carrying the same basic weapons, machine guns, pistols, knives. The woman's boots looked different, but from this far away, Phillip could not tell what it was. He pushed his fedora over his eyes, shading them from the beating heat. The woman across the way snickered. Phillip did not know why, his men outnumbered her's two to one, and she did not carry her weapons in her arms like Phillip did. He shifted his grip on his modified machine gun. He stopped the march twenty feet away from the opposite gang. "Give up." He said, pointing to her flag bearer, carrying the gang's flag (now raised partway) and a white flag. Phillip also had a flagbearer. The enemies flag had a bear on it, eating a man, pulling him in half. The woman shook her head. Phillip then noticed what was wrong with her shoes. They had knives pointing out of the front. Phillip knew they were going to fight, there was no way around it. The women's men got the first shot. Jack Archer awoke to the sound of a shot. He lifted himself up and opened his eyes to a scene of war. Two gangs were fighting, guns and swords drawn, screams and grunts echoing around the area. Jack looked at himself. He wore the dark suit of a Sleeper, and also had two pistols holstered and attached to each side of his waist. He continued to watch as a woman stuffed her boot into a man's scrotum, a knife on the bottom digging deep into him. He squeeled and dropped. Jack stood and took his guns out, shooting into the armies. Two men dropped from his shots. He ran down the hill to join the fray. A man with a sword ran at him. Jack rolled to the side and shot him through the ear. Jack shot some more, and continued for what seemed like hours. His black dress shoes were now stained with blood, as well as various parts of his suit. He wanted to throw up, the smell was terrible. He almost did, but he kept it in, because even relieving himself for ten seconds could cost him his life. The woman, he noticed, was progressing toward him, digging her knives into anyone who came near her. When she noticed Jack shoot one of her men, she ran toward him, and kicked out at him. He dodged backwards, falling on his [wagon]. He tried to shoot, but she kicked the gun from his hands. He tried the other, but once again she kicked it. She then kicked at his face, he put his arm up, the knife making a huge gash on it. He then kicked her legs out from under her and got up as she fell. He ran backward, ripping a piece of his suit off to tie around his arm. Out of nowhere, she appeared, kicking him in the knee, and tearing to the side. Jack screamed as he fell, blood puddling everywhere. The strip of his suit fell into the blood. She had torn his left knee so bad, he didn't think he would be able to walk, much less fight. She jabbed her foot onto his neck, and crushed the wind from his lungs. The knife prodded his jaw. "Who do you think you are, invading the fight like that?" She asked in a cute tone. She might have been a rather nice companion if she wasn't a psycho killer with knives taped to her shoes. Wait, Jack thought. Taped? That meant... He focused all his energies to his hands, all he needed was one push. One... He placed his hands palms down on the ground and then pushed forward, throwing her off. He then grabbed the knife from her left shoe and tore it off. He stuffed it in her right knee, pushing it deep and then wiggling it back and forth. She screamed, trying to kick at him. He then pulled the knife out of her knee and shoved it into her neck. Her screams were gargled by the blood foaming out of her mouth. She stopped moving, and lay limp. Jack tried to get up, but collapsed. His knee was going to kill him. He picked the piece of suit he had torn from the blood and tied it to his arm. He then tore another piece and tied it to his knee. He was able to get up by crawling to a nearby tree and using it to balance. He started to limp down the hill. The woman's men had run away when he had killed her, and so had the man's. A medic sat at the bottom of the hill, a medical kit attached to his belt. Jack grabbed it and opened it, finding stitches and bandages. He also found a bottle of alcohol. He spent the next hour getting into the forest, away from the horrid stench of the battlefield. It took another hour for him to find a stream, the perfect place to work on his wounds. Phillip Kowl watched as a jeep came at him, and stopped. He walked toward it and took the passenger side. "Governor, how did the campaign go?" The driver asked. "The woman was killed by a Sleeper. He also killed some of the Royal Guards. He must be punished." "Do you have his description?" Phillip nodded. "Take me to the palace. I will write a warrant for his arrest." "Sir, why did you not finish the battle and capture him if the woman was dead?" "Because, their was a whole damn army of sleepers watching from the forest. He was the only one who interfered. I would be bloody crazy to try to capture him while there were so many." "Why did they not interfere?" Phillip shook his head. "I have no bloody idea. Get us out of here. He will be captured later, when there are not so many Sleepers around." The driver nodded and turned the car, heading for the palace.

Anyone want to tell me anything, if it sucked, if it was good? By the way, due to time constraints thanks to school (One more month thank god) I will only be posting Friday, Saturdays, and Sundays for the next month. Next wednesday is a half day, so I will post then, and then May 25 is a day off so I will post a chapter then too. Just gonna have to wait over weekdays I guess. Please give me some form of criticism, I like to know if people enjoy my stories or think they blow.

She has a mustache :? Amazing voice though, I loved when Simon Cowell started smirking.

Very Good "Guest" Issue, I need Archi next for a guest issue, might need to write a couple more, get us to issue ten for a big issue. Anywho, answering your question, women are usually (at least from a lot of things I read) either the sex objects or a major part of the story. I have not read much where women are the main characters, and I don't know why authors don't write many stories about women. They can do pretty much everything a man can do. There was a series I read a couple months back about a woman assassin who was obsessed with sex. I don't know, women could get more time of the page, and less time as an object to play with after the man gets back from a bloody battle. '