I Thought I would get people's opinions on my writing
Thick, heavy, fog carpets this place for a seemingly infinite distance in all directions. There is no sun but only a pure white horizon clouded by my field of view. This desolate wasteland is where I call home now. I am not hungry, ever, and I do not sleep. At first this lack of natural feeling left me confused and empty as if something I had always done was gone but I learned to accept it. This is what I have come to know but why am I here? There are no corners or edges, I've checked. I can't remember when I arrived here or when I'll leave but I know I'm me and I know that there is no way I can get out. Sometimes it feels like the endless void is following me, but then I come to my senses and realize that can't be true, can it? Well even if the void isn't following me I do hear voices sometimes. I hear them coming from all around, as if there is someone beyond the abyss but if that were true, why wouldn't they help me? I wish I could remember what had happened before I came here. My memories seem faded as if there is a glossy white fog that won't lift. My feet feel as if they are constantly moving under the thick fog that has blanketed the ground into the infinite horizon. I have spent so long trying to remember how I got here or where here is but every time I am unsuccessful. Even trying now doesn't work, it's just, impossible.
I have to fi- Wait. I could have sworn I saw something black, contrasting vividly against the white, in the corner of my eye. I turn so that I might catch the figure in the open but there is nothing or no one there. No footprints, not that I could see them anyway, no resonating odor coming from where it was. Am I losing my mind? There is something I heard once or maybe I read it:
"When left in isolation, all people will eventually lose their mind. Their mind will wrap onto what faint memory of a familiar person they have and generate them into mental reality as an attempt to have -"
I can't seem to recall the rest of the quote but I'm sure it has some form of relation to the situation. If my brain is hallucinating, my mind is playing tricks with me but then again I am my own mind so does that mean I'm playing games with myself? Thoughts like those are what send people crazy. I have to think about something else, something other than my impending insanity.
This place will send me insane eventually; I'm sure I have been walking now, in whatever direction this is, for what seems like days. At least I think its days, time here feels like its conflicted, as if it's not constant. At one point whilst walking I've felt like seconds are passing but other times its like days or weeks were passing all at once but every single moment is a struggle. My body isn't straining but it's just...I don't feel like I belong in this environment, it's so empty but it's as if it's pushing me somewhere. Somewhere I most likely don't want to be and somewhere I feel I have no choice in going to. The very environment is governing my every movement or at least affecting it.
That's simply what I feel but who kno- What the hell was that? Something greasy and long just slid over my toes; it feels like the warmth was sucked out of my body like a sponge. That cannot have been my imagination; I can't believe that what I just felt was a figment of my imagination.
Maybe there is residue on my foot? No, there's nothing there, just my colossal foot, it can't be. This was not a hallucination of any sort but then why isn't there anything on my foot? What is wrong with me? I have to get out of here. I need to feel companionship again, something I haven't felt in too long or maybe not long at all. I continue walking in hope of finding something or someone out here in this expanse.
Shit. I swear there is something behind me this time, not a figment of my imagination; A black figure, no bigger than a child, but then...nothing. When I turned all that was there was the endless abyss that I am all too familiar with. I can't be losing my sanity, I won't lo-...no. there is something there, behind me, and I can feel it. That feeling of all the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end as if the air is telling them something and they are all too eager to hear. I have to see but...I'm afraid. This place has given me nothing, no love, friends, food, sleep and now something or someone appears. I must turn around. I fling around my body to avoid hesitation. My eyes begin to widen as the black, childlike figure comes into focus, contrasting against the white abyss like a light in the dark but then I realize, this is no child in black.
Its body is the purest of black as if it were a physical shadow. Its hands were almost shapeless apart from the fingers which were dripping in some kind of thick, liquid darkness and its face. It has eyes as yellow as the sun itself, embedded deep into its dark, deathly and shapeless skull.
"Who are you?" I yell to the creature, my voice doused in angst and unadulterated fear.
The creatures head tilts and the yellow, luminous, gaze it has falls directly in line with mine. For while nothing happens. I break the seemingly infinite silence with my cold, fearful breaths while I pray this creature is not here to take my life. Then...I see the shapeless hand transforming. Darkness slices through the absolute nothingness and forms to a point, a blade, and barbs lining either side of the edges. I then knew that this creature was not here in peace. I was in its territory and it wanted me gone.
In this desolate place I don't smell anything, not even my own body. It's like my smell has been dulled for some reason. But right now, at this moment I could smell. I could smell my own, potent fear and I have no doubt the creature can as well.
Where did this go so wrong? At what point did this nothingness decide to attack me. Maybe I was right. Maybe the void was pushing me to this place so that this creature could 'feast' and this feeling of knowing your life is on the line is a feeling I will never forget. This situation is a life and death situation, I can feel it.
Then...I hear a voice, full of power, desire, resentment and pure malevolence.
The loud voice seemed to echo through the entire void of space. My whole body was struck with fear and all the hairs on my body stood on end as I heard the voice over and over again wringing inside my head.
I have to run; otherwise I am going to die. I start to walk backwards increasing my pace with every step but in the blink of an eye... it's gone. The creature disappears from this endless plane of existence. There is no possible place it could hide. I stand motionless, hoping and praying that this thing is gone or that I simply imagined it. I start to look around examining every inch of the constantly shifting fog in anticipation that I don't see the creature. I glance around to where I was going to run and I would be lying to myself if I said there was nothing there but there was. There the creature was standing, same gaze and same position. My heart instantly skips a beat as I try to accept the impossible, as I try to come to terms with the fact that this creature can move faster than the blink of an eye. There is not possible way to evade this creature in this empty space where I can be seen for an infinite distance unless.
Unless I don't blink. Maybe it only moves when I'm not seeing it but his head, I saw it move and his arm. So maybe he can't move through the environment when I'm looking. I have to try to run, to survive, to try and escape this place. This is my only solution, my only chance at some kind of life. And that's what it's come to, a decision of life or death because if I stay I'm going to blink eventually and then my life ends. I start pacing towards the monster, my forehead already glossy with sweat from the pure anxiety and fear of this situation alone. My footsteps pierce the white foggy ground as if it were shallow water, disappearing and then reappearing. My eyes focus on his, as I know that I can't blink otherwise the blackest of nights will be my eternal home. My pace speeds up as my confidence and feeling of control builds up inside me.
My breaths are like my life force and I am in control of it. I am my own person and no one, not even this creature can stop that. I quickly turn knowing that the monster will appear somewhere around me. But I just run. I run knowing that he could catch me. Then he appears in front of me, only five meters, I quickly stop and turn once again, I look back and the creature is still where I left it but his gaze is fixed on me as if he's waiting. I continue running like my life is on the line, like this might be my last day alive, which it could very well be.
Then, out of nowhere, I see black ground ahead. Running at full pace I take very little notice until I get closer. I soon come to the realization that this is a drop off, the white fog that has always liked to hide my feet, flowing down as if it were a waterfall. I'm trapped. I look to the side frantically, looking for an end to this expanse in the void but it continues for an infinite distance. Fear begins to fill my whole body once again and the false hope I had, poured out like nothing I'd ever felt. Then I realize I'd forgotten about the creature. All of a sudden, "Gasp", all the air I had was expelled from my lungs and I felt a pain like no other. A blood trail discharges from my body. I then look down only to see the tip of the blade I had feared so much. I then looked over my neck to see those yellow eyes of pure immorality and detestation, both things I had done nothing to deserve, surrounded in black.
"Why... Why me?" I manage to mutter under my breath before the creature rips out its blade, the spurs tearing my flesh apart and leaving my organs trailing behind my body along with a thick trail of blood. My hands hold themselves over the gaping hole in my body as blood gushes out. It dispenses from my hands into the thick, white fog below causing it to have a deep red undertone. I then feel myself lose all life from my body. I fall slowly forward over the edge like a rag doll into the pitch black abyss below, my eyes slowly close on the now dark, desolate world.
"Quickly", I hear whilst somewhat unconscious, "get him stabilized". I open my eyes long enough to see a woman in white, pushing me down a hall on a bed. She sees me and her eyes widen just as everything goes...black.
Movie Script: Please Read
This is the first part of my movie script. I hope you get to read it, its about 23 pages long. Its not in the format I wanted it but it will do.
Tamoto’s Living Room
Act One, Scene One
An old man sits next to a fire. He is old in age, approximately 65 years old. He sits in a wooden chair with a black bokuto in his lap.
I have aged haven’t I.
A young boy appears. He approximately 16 years old, and bears a childish smile. He wears a blue hakana and bears some resemblance to Old Tamoto.
I am afraid so, my friend.
Old Tamoto shifts his weight in his chair. He stares at the black bokuto, it being in perfect condition.
I am become weak despite my training
No, your body has thrived but it’s your mind I worry about
Old Tamoto (chuckles)
Because you have caged yourself in here for so long, you
Have forgotten how it feel to be out in the wild.
I have forgotten most things.
Old Tamoto raises his hand
Do not remind me
A wise man once said
that a man who wants to
forget is broken inside.
I am not broken
See, you have trained
yourself not to show it
when you are suffering.
Old Tamoto stares off into the distance, his eyes fixed on a large wooden cabinet with a lock on it.
Old Tamoto starts walking to another room.
Tell me, what has finally
Old Tamoto glances back and shakes his head. He opens the door to his room and enters.
Act One, Scene Two
A younger Tamoto is showed, approximately 2o years old. He is dress in a white cuirass with a black streak running down the left side of the mask. He has sheathed a “gold” katana in a white sheathe. He is leading them through a foggy forest, nicknamed the Akuma no mori, The Forest of The Demons.
Arusha, do you
Arusha is a master archer. In his hands, he holds a metal bow with blades on the ends of the bow. He wears a red cuirass and is about 16 years old.
I am not seeing anything.
They must be hiding then.
Musashi is the oldest of the group. He doesn’t wear a cuirass but wears a blue robe. In his hands is a bokuto. He is about 45.
Rorentsu~o, go look ahead.
Rorentsu~o is a moderate age samurai. He wears a yellow cuirass and carries a black katana.
Rorentus-o marches ahead with his katana drawn. As he walks, the fog rises.
Master, the fog is rising!
Tamoto unsheathes his katana, the rest of the group follows. Out of the fog emerges 20 Akumaa (Demons). They are wearing dark green cuirasses and carrying yellow katanas. They have faces engrave on their masks.
You have trespass onto our land, what do you say in your defense?
Act One, Scene Three
Tamoto wakes up from his sleep with a jolt. He is sweaty and bears a worried face. Getting out of bed, he walks to a black closet and opens it up. Inside is the same white cuirass with the black stripe and the “gold” katana. Both have been preserved in good condition.
Old Tamoto (whisper)
Oh, why do you haunt me?
Tamoto grasps the sword in his hands. Instantly he is snapped into a flashback.
Young Tamoto is standing with his allies. They face the Akumaa, the green cuirass samurais.
Draw your weapons
The samurai group follows the order. Meanwhile, the Akumaa wait with their weapons drawn.
LOWER YOUR WEAPONS!
Everything moves in slow motion. Tamoto grips his katana tighter. Arusha notches an arrow from his quiver. Musashi twirls his bokuto.
The Akumaa Leader and his soldiers begin to charge. Arusha fires an arrow and it flies with great force. It goes straight through one of the Akumaa’s armor. Musashi strikes down several Akumaa soldiers while Tamoto slices several Akumaa soldiers with ease.
Arusha is shown walking towards the Akumaa Leader with a drawn blue katana. The Akumaa Leader laughs and marchers towards Arusha.
I MUST SAVE HIM!
Tamoto begins slashing furiously. He begins to run towards Arusha but takes several stabs from Akumaa soldiers. Meanwhile, Arusha raises his katana at the Akumaa Leader.
I am going to kill you!
YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A CHILD
A child of War!
Tamoto releases the katana and it drops to the ground. The katana is engraved with Naitoshadou (Night Shadow). Some whispers could be heard.
So many souls are trapped
inside you Naitoshadou. I am sorry
for your buried.
Tamoto picks up the katana and sheathes it. The whispers stop and the room is quiet. He puts it back into the cabinet and closes it. Young Boy walks into the room.
Are you ok Master.
I am not sure?
Yes, but why?
Why you feel pain?
Old Tamoto sits down and looks at the Young Boy.
It’s a feeling you have not
felt for ages, isn’t it?
Yes, but why does it feel so new?
Because you have forgot how to feel.
Old Tamoto looks down. He bears a sad face but soon looks up. Old Tamoto gets up from chair.
Come, let’s go drink tea
Young Boy and Old Tamoto leave the room.
Tamoto’s Living Room
Act One, Scene Four
Old Tamoto pours Young Boy a cup of tea. He sets the cup next to him and sits down.
What am I going to do now?
What do you mean?
What do I do with my life?
That’s a question I can’t answer
Old Tamoto looks at the wooden cabinet in the corner, his eyes fixed on the lock.
Why do you want such a big lock?
I must keep something locked
What’s so valuable that you need this?
It is none of your concern
Locksmith hammers down on the lock. Tamoto stares as the Locksmith works.
Is it gold?
No, something far more valuable
What can be more valuable than gold?
Old Tamoto drops his tea cup on the floor. The cup shatters to pieces as the Young Boy looks in shock.
I am very sorry.
It’s ok master
Young Boy grabs a broom and begins to sweep. As he does, Old Tamoto stands up and looks outsides. The stars light up the dark night.
Oh, the things I have seen….
And the things you have yet to discover
The night is upon us, let us rest so that we may
awake in the morning early
Old Tamoto waddles to his room
Old Tamoto glances back.
May your soul find peace?
Old Tamoto (laughing)
There’s no peace for me
Tamoto’s Bedroom Room
Act One, Scene Five
Tamoto white cuirass is stained with blood. He desperately tries to fight off the oncoming attacks of the Akumaa’s but such attempts are feudal.
BOW BEFORE MY GREATNESS
Akumaa Leader swings his katana with great force. Arusha raises his katana but the blade is shattered from Akumaa’s Leader swing. Staring in disbelief, Arusha unsheathes his short sword.
HA, YOU SHALL DIE LIKE YOUR FATHER AND UNCLE!
Akumaa raises his katana towards Tamoto.
WE WILL NEVER DIE BECAUSE OUR SOULS ARE STRONG AND OUR BLADES STRONGER
Arusha charges at Akumaa Leader. Akumaa Leader sidesteps and slashes Arusha’s leg. Arusha falls to the ground.
Tamoto begins racing towards Akumaa Leader.
YOU WISH TO DIE AS WELL!!
No, I wish to protect my nephew as though he was my own
YOU ARE PATHETIC TAMOTO
The two fight each other. It’s clear that Akuma Leader is fighting better and will win. As a final move, Akuma Leader gets behind Tamoto and slashes Tamoto’s legs, forcing him to kneel.
HOLD THIS WEAKLEN BACK
Several Akumaa Soldiers rush to hold Tamoto.
BRING ME THE OTHER TWO HUMANS
Musashi, Rorentsu~o and Arusha are dragged by Akuma Soldiers and are place right in front of Akumaa Leader.
What do you say now Tamoto, or Naitoshadou?
Tamoto looks up and glares at Akuma Leader.
If you hurt any of them, I will kill you
With what, this?
Akuma Leader takes Tamoto’s sword. He twirls it right in front of Tamoto’s face.
You do not fear us, do you?
I do not fear anything
Very well, Naitoshadou
Akuma turns around quickly and decapitates Musashi.
Tamoto quickly punches the Akumaa Soldiers holding him, steals a katana and runs towards Akumaa with the katana raised. Akumaa Leader raises his sword to Arusha’s throat.
I WILL KILL HIM
KILL HIM NOW
Arusha nods his head. Tamoto quickly thinks in his mind and glancing at Akuma Leader. Akuma Leader is grinning.
If I surrender, do I have your word you won’t hurt anyone else?
You have my word, Tamoto.
Tamoto drops the katana to the ground. It makes a loud thud that echoes in Tamoto’s head.
Akumaa Leader turns around and stabs Rorentsu~o. He instantly begins to bleed out and falls.
YOU GAVE ME YOUR WORD!
Akumaa Leader laughs and kneels in front of Tamoto. He wipes the sword’s blood onto Tamoto’s cuirass.
You gave me your word that the boy would be killed
He did not deserve to die Tobiko
HE DID, HE WAS THE CHILD OF THE EMPEROR WE WERE FIGHTING!
He did nothing wrong!
That’s the reason you are here brother! Because you couldn’t follow my orders!
YOUR ORDERS WERE WRONG!
Fine Tamoto. You shall share the same fate as him!
Akumaa Leader turns around and stabs Arusha. Arusha falls to the ground, clutching his stomach. Tamoto begins to cry.
I have finally broken you Tamoto.
Tamoto angrily stares back at Akumaa Leader
You are now Ronin Tamoto
I WILL KILL YOU!
Akumaa Leader drops the katana onto the floor.
Go ahead, kill me brother.
Tamoto grabs the katana from the ground. Several Akumaa Soldiers rushed towards Tamoto but each one is met with a swift slash. This continues for hours until there are no more Akumaa Soldiers.
Are you going to kill me now?
Before I do, what are your last words.
You are still weaker than me
Tamoto nods his head and charges towards Akumaa Leader The fog thickens and Tamoto slashing through the air but no blood is drawn. Akumaa Leader has disappeared.
I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE
Tamoto hurries to Arusha but he is long dead. He picks up his body and begins to march away. He continues for days, marching through snow, rain, and hot weather. He finally comes to his house, finally resting the body of Arusha on the ground. Tamoto begins to cry.
I am sorry Arusha, I could not save you….
Tamoto is showed burying Arusha’s body under a Cherry Blossom Tree. He rests Arusha’s bow onto the grave
Tamoto’s Living Room
Act One, Scene Six
Old Tamoto looks at the lock on the closet. He sighs and takes a key he was wearing on a necklace. Quietly creeping towards the cabinet, Old Tamoto unlocks the door. It makes a soft creak and as the door swings open, the young boy appears.
What are you doing Master?
Old Tamoto pulls out a pieced together katana. It’s clear that Old Tamoto attempted to try to fuse it back together but had not luck. He looks at a shiny arrow he made for Arusha that was meant to avenge his father’s death but he never got to use it. He sees a polished and refined red cuirass that Tamoto did after his death. The last item Old Tamoto sees is the blue kendo of Arusha, master archer and Tamoto’s nephew. Old Tamoto begins to cry.
I miss you so much Arusha…
I know Uncle, and some day we may meet again….
Not until I fulfill my promise to you
What is it?
To find and kill my brother. To avenge your father’s and your death.
You don’t need to do that….
Yes, I do, because a soul cannot rest in peace if the soul is tormented….
…by the memories, a man tries to erase from his mind.
End Act One
Choose a game you love (or tolerate) in each category!
@segaside What's Mount & Blade about? Looks like medieval sieges but you tell me lol
Is it good to be considered called a C Class in youtube?
Hi everyone, first off I just want to say thank you for coming here! Enough talk... In this one online app called, "Social Blade" I was told that I am a C class for your guy's opinion is that considered good, cause it's at least 70% so that's considered passing right??
[SB App : https://socialblade.com/youtube/channel/UCSGZsqzQPMfc4LzY-O-kxxA]
Choose a game you love (or tolerate) in each category!
Let's Try this again... Lol
1 - First Person Shooter: Team Fortress 2
2 - Platform Game: Could fit the older Assassins creed games like 2 as well.
3 - Fighting Game: Really difficult actually... Mortal Kombat X and Tekken 7 are both equally great fighting games. So they have to be together.
4 - Racing Game: Mario Kart (Because who didn't have fun playing this... Lol)
5 - Role Playing Game: Not this again... NUUU... Alright... Maybe... Mount & Blade... But maybe Skyrim! ERG!!!
6 - Strategy Game: XCOM... Love it!
7 - Sports Game: Rocket League
Choose a game you love (or tolerate) in each category!
Mount & Blade: Warband is A Medieval RPG sandbox with some strategical elements and party management. It features large scale battles with troops you command, but you also fight with them. This resulting in possibly basic slaying of a couple petty bandits here and there or tracking their hideouts for lords, vassals and kings around the map (Calradia). To all out sieges on cities after betraying your king to start your own faction/kingdom. There are many possibilities!
At first, the graphics look very crap for A 2011 game but hear me out. You will invest hundreds, if not thousand of hours playing this! (But you don't need A God tier computer to run it, so that's A bonus.)
Depending on how you play, if you just want to be A bounty hunter ? Go for it. If you want to one day rule all of Calradia? You can do so however you please.
I could go on but there is just... SO much! There are a lot of things to learn when you play, but by the time you know what you're doing. It's just plain simple fun! If you finish the main game? (Which takes forever to do, and you will probably replay it at least 3 times as well.) Don't worry... There are Also mods... Lots! OF! MODS! :D (All the way From historical era's like French civil wars and Vikings, to Game of Thrones and Star Wars. You will never get bored.)
You will know the game once you play it because it's difficult to explain all the mechanics since there is so much going on!
Hope this gives you some idea.
9/11 attacks were done by America itself. Here is the proof.
@emily instead of saying that America was involved, it is better to say that America was partial. The 9/11 was only possible due to their air safety laws. For example, before 9/11 it was legal to carry bladed objects which is less than 15 cm. The terrorist used a pen knife to threaten the pilot and co-pilot to exit the cockpit. It were able to pull off as they opened the door to the cockpit for a unknown civilian, which in itself must be illegal.
They didn't shot down the plane due to two reasons.
- They didn't even imagined that they would kamikaze a plane into a building.
- The air traffic control didn't had sufficient equipment to keep track of the plane. The civilian air traffic control doesn't have a exact radar system. In order to reduce cost and for many other reasons, they keep the of a plane by receiving and analysing radio signals sent by the plane. Hence, it is possible to switch off the radio signals and go off the grid. It was possible for the military to use actual radar to search it down but the terrorist didn't send them any message. Hence, they hesitated as they didn't had any solid evidence.
The air safety laws after 9/11 is also not much good. The air Marshal system they established is extremely ineffective. The checking they do before they go before aboarding are also bad, since many peoples have accepted that they are doing not but a illusion of safety.
I must accept that I am saying all of these by watching a documentary made my Nat Geo, that I watched long ago. Hence, it may have many holes and I am ready to be corrected.
She's saying that America did 9/11, she isn't suggesting that America didn't have enough safety precautions but thanks for the reply dudz