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While I don't like people advertising on the forum, this is more useful...

This tablet supports Miracast, right? If so, ASE Publishing would be happy to review one of these.

Hello then, I guess? Nice to meet cha!

Yeah.Something like "hide as spam" would be really nice.

Eh, this site can come back... if I put some effort into it...

Or, if someone else did.

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So yeah! Another question! How do you explain Asuna's clothes?

Nothing really interesting going on right now. Maybe soon!

That makes it way tougher.

(COOL)

(you had me at steampunk :'l <3 )

Yeah I have Skype but it's only for people that I personally know.That's how it will always be.For me, Skype is just something to resort to when phones are down or somebody's asleep and I don't wanna wake them.All that junk.

Hey there.Have a nice stay here on the boards.

Hi I'm Takoyaki.All you need to know about me is how much I've caught Korean fever. (As you can see from my avatar and siggies and junk.) But otherwise nice to meet you.

Yeah... Well, the only reason that I replied in the first place is because you answered it.... I placed this thread as one of those spammers... There's too much, I tell you...

I guess your right... Sometimes you have to pay attention .... Who knows, they might have a weapon or something and there you are listening to your music... I can see myself spacing out.... Well, in our school, my elementary school anyways, I'm one of those disciplinary officers, if you call it that... man, looking back at it now, I feel like I bullied those poor people... It's their fault anyways, they simply don't shut up. Well, good thing is is that I only punched two people!! Heck yeah!! The first one having a broken tooth... Man, I was nervous when that happened... He had blood in his face.... The second one being throwing our lunch boxes at each other...

Good times~

Stranger. Gazing at me with vacant, hazy, gray eyes. Their pale lips quiver, parting somewhat just as a droplet of sweat trickles. The perspiration slips past the upper lip, and trembles down the bottom. It travels a lean chin before breaking apart from skin and plummeting to a sink; water running on high to drown out the heaved breaths. The stranger’s entire face is a sickly hue. Papery. Blue veins visible on a drenched forehead – as well as a point for several strands of thinning onyx hair to cling. This face used to be. . . Alive.



Vision blurs, and the stranger begins to dissolve. Tears boil over, streaming down cheeks and meeting the same fate as that droplet of sweat. They all collapse within the cracking sink, mixing with water, only to be forced down the drain. My fingers curl against the bathroom counter, hands on either side of the sink. My head lowers, chin connecting with rattling chest. My heart painfully throbs, an irregular rhythm a reminder of my mistakes. Every pulsation causes my ribcage to unnaturally lash against lungs, only to send off more pain receptors. A beat is skipped. My legs give a hefty shake before giving in. Bringing me to my knees.

My hands slide off the countertop, fingertips brushing against the cool marble, passing over a forming crevice. Arms fall limp at sides, head still bowed. Each heartbeat is off. Not one corresponds with the next. It’s an orchestra gone wrong. No tempo to rescue the cacophony. Eyelids are suddenly weighted. Filled with lead. They seal shut, plunging me towards recognizable darkness. I feel so sick. Yet. Not.

Ohhhh mmmmmaaaaaa ggggaaaawwwdddddd!Bumpin this motherfucker b/c it's beautiful!Wonderful thread!Bravo!

Haha okay! :'D

That'd be much better. Less complicated.

Haha the aspirations make me laugh for some reason.

(I shall get this done at some point today)

Its been so long since I've seen earth, but if not for me then the universe would be in peril. I watch the sky's and devote my life to the safety of all life; No matter who or what it is. I didn't want this job but I took it anyway. It's my life and duty to save this world from destruction and devastation. I am the last, but that does not mean we cannot rebuild. I will push all I have into the rebuilding of this great core. I am the danger of an exploding sun, I am the warmth when all is cold, I am the protector of the universe.


I AM NOVA.




You see its not just a name anymore, but who I am. I wasn't there when they were wiped out but I am the last now. However, some things will change. I will bring the new generation up by a different standard. Here's what I think. I was right...but Worldmind was right too. There ought to be a Corps, but I want to build it slowly and carefully. The last nova were all exceptional. But this time they will become the first generation of probationers. We'll train together, and work together. Then, when they're all ready, we'll recruit the next generation together. Bringing the uprising of nova again.




I now watch over Earth-616. My home planet. It's well secured without my help though. With the Avengers and X-men, and all those lone heroes like spidey, I can travel away to distant worlds and protect those who are defenseless.

From villains such as the Skrulls,



or... The Titan God Thanos. Who's powers rival those of Galactus, The eater of worlds.



Though there are many who can stand in their way, Nova are the only true way to stop them. I am going to meet with silver surfer now. He may have once been a puppet of Galactus but we cannot forsake those under his power. I feel an unsettling storm is coming and I need his input. This feeling in my gut only comes when the end of everything is near...

Saria watched as Link left. Her eyes filled with tears she figured he would leave someday but she didn't expect this so soon.

Stupid girl I should've known I should've known.

She shook her head then went back.

-Couple years later-

Saria passed the temple someone's screaming drowning out the cries of joy that were going on in her memories.

Im not a princess, this aint a fairytale, im not the one you'll sweep off her feet lead her down the stairwell. This ain't hollywood this is a small town

The moment she realized this was all dejavu it was too late, she had already crept inside and instantly captured

I was a dreamer before you let me down, now its too late for you and your white horse to come around.

All of the time she was blacked out she had the same dreams over and over again. Her falling in love with Link and him falling to either the princess, or Malon.

She was losing not only her best friend but her potential love.

Maybe i was naive got lost in your eyes I never really had a chance

Her smile froze as Link fought with her to see who was stronger, a hylian boy who was adopted to korkis or Korkis. She suddenly felt wetness dripping down her cheeks from the memory. "we're family!" She remembered herself screaming and running in the middle of them getting hit in the back of the head and neck.

My mistake i didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upperhand.

She remembered waking up and running towards Mido and asking where Link was. " He left already..." He answered.

She ran towards the entrance and stopped at the second rope hiding herself till she saw Link, "Leaving already...?" She asks, stepping out to a surprised Link. Her hate and anger glazed over with warmth and sweetness. Link turns, looking at her. "Saria..." He says quietly.

I had so many dreams about you and me. Happy endings, now I know...

She hands him the fairy ocarina. "Please take care of this link" She smiles as he takes it. He backs away slightly and runs away. She tries to hold back tears as she puts her hand over her heart.

I'm not your princess this ain't a fairytale. I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet lead her up the stairwell. this ain't hollywood this is a small town. I was a dreamer before you let me down. Now its too late for you and your white horse to come around.

Her dreams reversed themselves and were now only dreams. She dreamt that Link was in front of her trying to apologize for being so blind. She shook her head. then smiled, this had always been what she wanted but why wasn't she happy...?

And there you are on your knees. Begging for forgiveness, begging for me. Just like I always wanted But im so sorry...

She frowned and her dreams converted to reality. She was standing in front of Link. He looked at her with much surprise. She tried to stop herself from feeling emotion. She smiled instead.

Im not your princess this aint a fairytale, im going to find someone someday who might actually treat me well. this is a big world, that was a small town. There in my rearview mirror, disappearing now. Now its too late for your white horse

She handed him the medallion for him to leave she smiled as he was trapped in a blue light and carried upwards.

Now its too late for you and your white horse...

She smiled as he disappeared

To catch me now

She looked at the spot he was a moment ago and felt pools of tears clawing at her eyes.

try and catch me now

She finally broke down crying. Her cheeks covered with tears that had built up all of those years ago when he had been sleeping here.

its too late...

To catch me now...

Note: Yes this is a Songfic. And no I didn't steal this from anyone else, I got this off of my fanfiction account. Yes i know it has a few grammical errors but oh well.... Its still bittersweet. I do not own LOZ or white horse

Hello everyone, it feels great to be back, sorry I've been gone I've had some buisness to attend to, but I'm back now and I believe I'm gonna have a lot of fun back on the site.

The large beast lunges, and she quickly sidesteps to avoid the outstretched claws. As she moves away, and as the monster is parallel from her whilst still in mid-lunge, she partially extends an arm so her blade strikes. The tip of her left sword leaves a gash from the beast’s shoulder to its hip. But, just as the beast started to land and thinking her maneuver was finished. . . she thrusts her right arm and drives the blade into its hind leg. It squeals in pain and flails away as she removes her sword. It flicks its wounded leg against the air, as if trying to shake away the agony. Tattered skin and muscle flaps about as its calf had been torn apart from bone.

It snaps its eyeless head in her direction, and gives a defensive hiss. She felt sorry for the poor creature. For one thing, it believed it could intimidate her. Even just the slightest. And secondly, it clearly believes it can get out of here alive. With another smirk playing on her face, she gets into an offensive stance, making the beast tense and step back. Well, at least it wasn’t completely brainless.

Like an infuriated feline, the beast swats at her. It’s long arm easily reaches. But, she has both blades crossed in front of her, and its clawed hand connects with her silver weapons. It applies more force, taking a step forward and rising on its hind legs somewhat – to be taller than her, its hideous shadow casting over her. Yet, she doesn’t even budge. And the beast doesn’t expect what she does next. She slides one of the blades away from her protective cross, the grating of one blade against the other causing sparks that fly into the beast’s face – startling it and causing it to flinch back. She then uses this as her chance to stab both blades into either side of the monster’s chest – as it was wide open due to the monster standing over her.

Everything had occurred in no more than five minutes. Not even this inhuman creature could keep up with her actions. It falls limp on the blades, mouth still open, allowing spit to pool onto the floor. She steps back, removing her blades, causing the lifeless monster to fall at her feet. She flicks her swords to clean them off, and the blood splatters away. She then sheathes them, and turns around on the heel of her foot.

Hm? whats that?

[I'm just writing whatever comes to mind... Gonna use this for some plot of another story...]
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In the outside. . . I have friends.

In the outside. . . I have good grades.

In the outside. . . I am referred to as beautiful and at times, the target of affection.

In the outside. . . I am cheerful.

In the outside. . . I am athletic.

In the outside. . . I am regarded as perfect.




. . . But what about inside?. . .




In the inside. . . I have no true friends.

In the inside. . . I study every day using only second-hand books

In the inside. . . I am referred to as revolting, most of the time target of hatred and loathing.

In the inside. . . I am lonely.

In the inside. . . I am hurt.

In the inside. . . they see me as an imperfection. A mistake.

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Now, who am I really?

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I think you will know soon enough. For now, I bid you farewell.