PlagueOfUndeath

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I was told by my sixth grade band teacher:

"The world of music would be better off if you put down your instrument and picked up sports"


So I lettered in Football, Wrestling, Baseball and Track and Field for the next 7 years.

and btw....crutches suck [censored]

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it's kinda funny but at my old high school you could take band for P.E. credit.

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Nothing published here, but working on a couple personal books. First is 180+ pages, 2nd in progress 14 chaps not compiled a size yet. It's not easy sometimes, you can have an entire scene to the last detail in your head for weeks and it still takes hours to write a page of it down. So just keep at it and don't give up.

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Or worse yet you spend all that time writing it down and someone else interprets it completely different

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I've been known to write a webcomic or two in my day...though I haven't updated in like a year. -_-;

The whole comic is actually done in huge-freaking-binder form...but it was so non-sequiteur due to me working on it every day a little on the fly, I decided to try and condense the plot well in a webcomic.

It's actually where Pariku comes from originally. XD

But yeah, I like to write. I like to draw AND write together so I can show people my mental images better, though.

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Lucky! I can barely draw stick figures >_<

"What's wrong, Kara?" Mina asked. She had grown more comfortable talking, at least to Kara.
Kara, meanwhile, was sitting in Mina's room, huddled in a corner with a face set on 'mope'.
"I'm hungry...but I don't think I could sneak into the blood bank again," she replied.
Mina laughed. Her laugh was like a chorus of angels, at any other time it would have made Kara feel happy. But at this time, it was that sort of mocking laugh.
"OK, ok, I know you're new to what happened...but have you tried eating raw meat? I'm sure it's a lot easier and less creepy than drinking human blood," Mina giggled.
"But, the blood was the only thing that smelled or tasted good," Kara replied sullenly.
"HELLO! The hospital doesn't use real meat in their food. In fact the only thing close to real edible meat in the whole complex is human, and being a nurse you should know that most people who come into a hospital have an injury that makes them bleed," Mina explained. This was probably the most she had said at one time in years.
"Oh," Kara replied. Ironically this was probably the LEAST Kara had said at one time in years.
"So how about you use your lunch break to go to the butcher shop?" Mina suggested.
"Ok, thanks Mina," Kara said, smiling.
Sure enough, she used her break time to drive down to the local butcher shop, aptly named "Unka Andy's Cow Cuttin Jamboree". She was ecstatic when she noticed the delicious smell once again coming from the shop. The store was pretty average. There were a few portly housewives here and there but otherwise it was reasonably empty. Unka Andy himself, however, was anything BUT average. While he had the girth and thinning hair expected of a middle aged butcher, his speech pattern was odd. He spoke in a weird accent Kara couldn't quite place, it almost sounded like something she had heard from some of those movies about southern slaves, like Roots and such. The crazy part was that Unka Andy appeared to be caucasian.
"Excuse me, Andy?" she inquired of the proprietor.
"That's UNKA Andy lil' missy!" he corrected.
"Uncle Andy..."
"UNKA Andy!"
"Unka Andy...is there any way I can put in a daily order for meat? I've got a..." she began.
"Say na mo' lil missy! Gimma ya name an' phonnumba and Unka Andy gonna set you up! Wha kinna meats you wants?"
That question set her off. She began pointing to everything that smelled good to her. When she finished she had a good ten kinds of meat.
"Awright lil' missy, that'd usually be about a hunnid dolla an orda, but Unka Andy likes ya, an' knows ya be a good customa, so Unka Andy give it ta ya half price! Unka Andy also appreciatin' th' work o da nurse folk too!"
"Th-thank you," Kara replied, a bit stunned by the whole situation. She placed her money on the counter and smiled. Unka Andy seemed to blush a little.
While he was in the back, Kara decided to look around a little. Obviously the place smelled heavenly to her. A lot of the meat was at the counter, and the rest of the store was covered with colorful murals of cows, sheep, and chickens dancing around a maypole. Normally that would seem weird, but Kara had just met Unka Andy.
Strangely enough, Unka turned out to be his first name. Whether or not he legally changed it was another story.
"Orda for Kara Wren? Dat be you right?" Unka Andy called, returning from the back.
"Oh, yes, thank you," she said, bowing to him. It was a weird habit her father had ingrained into her. "Wren" sounded like a European last name, but in fact it wasn't. When Kara's family came over from China to San Francisco in the early 20th century, her great grandparents ran into perhaps the biggest thick headed jerk to ever man an immigration desk. He couldn't pronounce their real last name for some reason, which roughly translated to "bird," so he wanted to give them the name "Wen", like all the other Chinese immigrants he helped that day. Fortunately for Kara's family (and anyone trying to look them up in the phonebook) her great grandfather was a naturalist and spoke impeccable English. With a small alteration, they became the Wrens, and all was good. To say Kara's lineage was strange would be a gross understatement.

Well...Reishi and Nicholas are both characters i've used a lot in my own writing. Someone actually DREW Reishi once, but I lost it.
She's such a fun character. So emotional and expressive.

It was rather obvious Ryuji should be switching targets. Focusing his energies into a large javelin, he took aim at the edge of the portal, seeking to turn it into a portal pop.

(OOC: So it's vay-gen and not vee-gen?)

(OOC: So it's a grenade that eats plants?)

Ryuji continued loosing darts left and right. It was hardly necessary for his darts to actually damage the target themselves, a direct hit at all would cause his ice to spread across their surface.
His aim was good, he hit quite a few Rikti, causing their armor to begin to develop a layer of ice near the impact areas. He even managed to freeze a few pistols to Rikti holsters.
But this wasn't his real intention. His real intention was to drop the room's temperature.
"HEY GHOST GIRL!" he yelled, not knowing exactly where she was, "Help me lower this place's temperature about forty degrees!"

"El Guapo Grande is unsure! El Guapo Grande will likely find his way out eventually, but in the meantime he will deliver swift justice to the vile villains lurking in these sewers!" El Guapo Grande bellowed, responding to Jon's words but not his presence.
With that, El Guapo Grande ran after the tiny foreign girl from a country probably across the big giant puddle he tried to jump across once...except he landed on a pirate ship. Many adventures on the high seas followed!

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Huh, something just struck me that I find extremely weird and disturbing!

Alright, so I've just read The Catcher in the Rye for my american studies honors seminar class, and I absolutely hated it. The main character, I think, is a psycopathic maniac who needs to be shot. He's the most unlikeable character IN THE WHOLE WORLD, and I really can't stand reading the stupid book. It made me so mad the whole time I was reading it, because he constantly criticized everyone and did really, really dumb things.

But now that I think about it....

Billyboy is, in a way, very similar to Holden Caufield! He's annoying, loud, and has these wild impulses that come out of nowhere. He's unlikable a lot of the time, and he gets mad at people easily and can be a huge jerk. Now that I think about it, maybe I'm angry at The Catcher in the Rye for stealing my hero....

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you just described everyone's reaction that ever read the book.
Everyone has a little holden caulfield in them, which is why the book can be a little hard to swallow for people, or appear as a shining paragon of good writing to others.
Me? I loved it.

Asuka has no parents. Well, she was born to a mother but she's an Arachnos secret project.
El Guapo Grande has a mother, father, little cousin Paco, a goat, grandma, grandpa, grandma, grandpa, seven uncles, three aunts, and a guy named Chavez who came to visit one day and just never left.
Nicholas Sarder got his job because of his dad's connections to the secret service. His mom is dead.
Reishi never met her dad, but her mom has been a major source of support for her her entire life

Ryuji had an idea of his own.
With little difficulty, he began climbing to the top of the structure, positioning himself on a piece of machinery and taking aim.
From here he would snipe each and every Rikti he could see with his infectious frozen darts (OOC: they hit something, the ice spreads)
His small size and distance from everything else would give him the advantage of being a small target, not to mention he kept the air around him cold so as to avoid detection by heat sensors.
With that, he lifted his arm, formed an ice spike, and launched it.

"Ah! Xander! This works out perfectly!" Reishi said, tossing the ball to him, "I don't like playing with uneven teams, and Ran was going to coach the Mountain team, y'know give em pointers and such, maybe you'd like ta help?"
(OOC: If you haven't guessed by now, Reishi is referee.)

"Ok folks here's how it's gonna work: Tempest students and Kagura on one side, Mountain on the other. Go ahead and decide on positions. One person is goalie, one is striker, and one is defense," Reishi announced.

"El Guapo Grande deeply appreciates the aid of you, Shouting One! El Guapo Grande has found many ugly tentacle monsters, like those that terrorize the young supple school girls of Japan, down in that direction," El Guapo Grande pointed the way he came.

(OOC: Ninjin said a couple times it was the week before christmas. Not to mention the dozen or so references to it snowing...but actually didn't he say it was November...? I seem to remember not being able to wrap my brain around the idea of snow in November
Most of the comments about it being in NOVEMBER were in OOC though...)

"I am the Glorious El Guapo Grande, luchadore and hero of the village with one goat and three small children!" El Guapo Grande announced.
Wielder would notice what seemed to be a trail of trolls and hellions behind him. He would also notice that El Guapo Grande is buck naked still except for a pair of tight pants he stole from a husky hellion.

"I see Rikti," Ryuji said, manifesting an ice spike on his arm, "But I don't hear Rikti screams, what's the plan?"

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((Sorry, Plague, you're too late))

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(OOC: I know...spent too much time typing >_&lt

(OOC: Actually, El Guapo Grande's kraken opponent is dead, but that doesn't mean the route is clear. Dead things leave corpses )
El Guapo Grande kept going (clearing many many MANY more gangs that were apparently running away from things.) until he heard a shouting voice. Something about 'light' this and 'dark' that.
Shrugging, El Guapo Grande dashed towards the voice...

(OOC: I am deeply saddened by the lack of cyborg monkey butlers. Can we have Ninja Monkey Butlers? AND AW BALLS I spent too much time typing >_&lt

(OOC: He doesn't. Kind of a minor spoiler for some of the lessons in Twin Temples but a true fighter doesn't rely on any one sense)

Kara hadn't slept. It wasn't just that she had pulled an all-nighter helping patients and filling out a mountain range worth of paperwork, it's that she didn't feel tired. In fact, she was bursting with energy!
The other doctors and nurses were astonished, especially given she had been up for at least twenty-four hours. She was certainly hungry, however. She made her way to the cafeteria and began looking over the food.
It was...unappetizing. Even more so than usual. Disregarding how unappealing it was, she picked up an apple and sat down at a table.
It was disgusting! She couldn't stand the taste in her mouth! She suddenly felt very queasy, and rushed off to the bathroom. She spent the next ten minutes vomitting up the contents of her stomach. This made her even more hungry!
She stumbled out of the bathroom, and smelled something...delicious. She was far beyond resisting smells like this at this point, and began to follow it. The smell was familiar, but she couldn't quite place it, since it now smelled appealing to her. The smell lead her to...
...the blood bank.
The unbelievably appealing smell was blood. And she had to have some! Fortunately for her, the chaos from the previous night had thrown the blood bank into total disarray, since the glass caused a lot of people to lose a lot of blood and require transfusions. Add to that, civic minded folk had heard about the accident and rushed to donate blood. Needless to say Kara easily scooped up a packet of blood and had a taste.
She was mortified to find it was delicious.
What's happened to me??? she thought to herself.
(OOC: If you're wondering, she's not technically a vampire. Think about how sharks and dogs and such are attracted to victims by the smell of blood.)

(OOC: Is the Oracle being heard by everyone or just Reginald?)

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OOC: Have you also noticed that the Mountain students all have Japanese and Chinese names, while the Tempest students have American or European names?

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(OOC: That says a lot
Reishi's actually half japanese, half european, so that kinda says something too.)