Saturday, June 18, 2005

  

Oh my god... i think i need to lay down the rest of the day... shouldn't have gone to Odense today. Had a barbeque party last night and usually i don't get headaches after such things, but i think it must be the sun, feels like it's frying my brain. Heh, frying penguins... sorry, bad joke from yesterday... i deleted yesterdays stupid post, to ensure that some people (the ones who haven't read it, sorry Sita and Hoice) still will have a tiny bit of respect for me... damn... sorry i wasn't on last night Sita, had to sleep before going to Odense, please don't smack me up, heh... i'm gonna need a trunk of CC to get me past this, urgh... Anyway, hope ya'll alive and kicking, i'm not. Later! -_-ZzZz The Days Quote: 'And that day will two monsters be parted, one monster, a female named Leviathan in order to dwell in the abyss of the ocean over the fountains of water; and (the other), a male called Behemoth, which holds his chest in an invisible desert whose name is Dundayin, east of the garden of Eden.' - 1 Enoch 60:7-8

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Friday, June 17, 2005

Mhjello mina. Not sure if this is todays real post, there might come more. Just wanted to show you the awesome power of Leviathan, as descriped in the bible, or the Old Testamente. His Power: "His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn. Out of his mouth go flaming torches; sparks of fire leap forth. Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes. His breath kindles coals, and a flame comes forth from his mouth. In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him. The folds of his flesh cleave together, firmly cast upon him and immovable. His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the nether millstone. When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves." (Job 41:18-25 RSV) His Defence: "Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail; nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin. He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee; for him slingstones are turned to stubble. Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins. His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire." (Job 41:30 RSV) His Pride: "Upon earth there is not his like, a creature without fear. He beholds everything that is high; he is king over all the sons of pride." (Job 41:33-34 RSV)

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Thursday, June 16, 2005

DILIGO! Ssshh...!

*Mission Impossible theme music* Dumm dum dum, dumdum dumm dum dum dumm... Mhjello people, Ethan... i mean Jaxx reporting in. The reason i'm going stealth is that i'm not allowed on right now... my psycho stepdad actually cut the power of the house "to get the message through", tsk... he thinks i'm using the net too much. I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A VERY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION, YOU FUCKING EVIL GOAT (evil goat, ne Johnny? Haha)! *wacks self* must be quite, could get banned for a month for this... Anyway, just came to say that... ego diligo meus puella! Now you go and try to figure that out, go on! Haha, arh well, might tell you later... Oh yeah, when i'm allowed on again, i might get back to writing, yay! Anyway, hope you're all jolly and jumping, i am! Later! ^^ Btw. the girl is Leona (lovely Leona) from KOF. CUTE, huh?! Bye!

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Lousy humans... i'm a Namekian dammit! Oh well... ^^; What kind of DBZ fighter are you? by riggermantis Full Name Birthdate Gender Race Human Power Level 300-500 Signature Technique Garlic Gun Quiz created with MemeGen!

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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Yay! I've finally bought it! King of Fighters: Final Impact! Too bad my fave character, Joe Higashi (the Mua Thai kickboxer) isn't in it *tear stream*. Oh well, it's great anyway. On the pic: (from the left to right) Joe Higashi, Blue Mary and Terry Bogard, together they are Team Fatal Fury! And no, Mary's breasts aren't all that oversized... they have just the right size *cough*... ^^; Anyway, i promised a very good friend of mine that i would be happy and i always keep my promises! So from now on, no more dramatic sobbing from me (at least not the next month... or week)! Hope you all are behaving! Later! ^^

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Tuesday, June 14, 2005

I didn't make this fanart, all credit to the unknown artist. *looks at picture for a second, graps old teddy and sits on bed in same position as Kakashi* Sigh... it's nice to do these things ones in a while... to stop up, get back to childhood and stop thinking about the troublesome things... Sorry, no story today either... *sigh* wonder when i'll get back to it...? Mah, it'll probably all work out somehow. Hope you all are well and trouble free. Later!

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Monday, June 13, 2005

It's a late post... it's late for many things. *rubs closed eyes* sigh... haha, sorry mina, just a lot of things happening lately, and it's not just about me. I seem to take my friends troubles on me too... the only problem is, there's nothing i really can do to help them, other than being there for them... *looks out window* The sun is setting... i've always hated the yellow and red sky, so depressing... the feathers of the phoenix falls from the clouds. I apoligize to those who is interested in Echo, but i need to sort some things out before i can go back to writing, if i wrote now it would only become more crappy than it is, haha. Mah, love you all, hope you are all well. Later! ^^

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Sunday, June 12, 2005

Just a quick thingy i found on Elske29's site. Your past life diagnosis: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern South China around the year 1700. Your profession was that of a trainer or holder of fine animals, such as birds.. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your brief psychological profile in your past life: Revolutionary type. You inspired changes in any sphere - politics, business, religion, housekeeping. You could have been a leader. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation: You are bound to solve problems of pollution of environment, recycling, misuse of raw materials, elimination of radioactivity by all means including psychological methods. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Do you remember now?

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Saturday, June 11, 2005

  

I just want to thank everyone who commented on my new chapter, your support means more to me than any others, even my parents (they just laughed... but i'll show them)! I know there are alot of mistakes and wrong spellings, but i'll try and do better next time, maybe even correct part 2. I'm staying at Johnnys place over the weekend so i can't work on the next chapter just yet. Well, ones again, a thousand thanks mina, love you all! Hope you'll keep coming back for future chapters of Echo! Later! ^^

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Friday, June 10, 2005

Next part of first chapter! Enjoy! Echo Chapter One part 2. – Echoing Lives The sun burns mercilessly down on the great city Valsh, pearl of the grand kingdom Garce, named after its king, Lucius Garce VI. Every tenth year a tournament is being held at Valsh Arena, in honour of the graceful king and to find the next Dragonblood Champion. People of Earth usually choose which profession they want for the rest of their lives when they become teenagers, but some few people get born with their profession, they are the Dragonblood. They are children of Dragonblood families, which is said to have the blood of real dragons in their veins, since they are able to use magic at will, not through studying. Since these people are very rare, many important people are Dragonbloods since they gain much respect through their talents, even if they aren’t good fighters. The one person to become Dragonblood Champion is allowed one wish from the king, and any wish will be granted. Sita has a wish that only the king can grant her. But Sita wasn’t born a Dragonblood, her family was poor merchants that gave away their newborn child, because they were to poor to feed her. A single family answered to their begging of taking Sita as their own child, the wealthy captain of the Blue Platoon took her and loved her just as much as his real child, the young Ryuka who was to take the command over the platoon when his father passed away. Sita and Ryuka quickly became close friends and later became a couple. She had always dreamed of becoming the Dragonblood Champion, but since she wasn’t of the right family, so that was impossible. But when Ryuka became captain, he asked the king permission to let Sita join the tournament. The king, respecting Ryuka a lot, gave her permission, but she had to study the arcane arts so she at least could resemble the power of a Dragonblood. She studied hard but never really seemed to get quite the touch needed, and the tournament kept drawing closer. One week before the big day, he got her a dark room in the Arena dungeons, where she could train her powers of Fire and Light. He believed that the darkness would make it even more difficult, but also that the difficulty would make her stronger. He was right. She had finished her training the day he came to get her, the same day that she had to fight her first battle, and she had become just as capable as a true Dragonblood. Now, she has reached the age of 22 years, is the highest respected member of the Blue Platoon next after captain Ryuka and is ready to fight for the title of Dragonblood Champion. Sita looks around the dusty arena; doors are placed at the western, eastern, southern and northern ends of the circle. Over the northern gate is placed a luxury lounge, in which king Garce, queen Semilia, the royal guests and workers, watch the warrior with expectation in their eyes. Feeling their eyes on her, she cramps a bit and looks away. She looks at the southern gate, which has opened and another girl walks out in the light. Sita smiles as she recognizes the girl, as her best friend since childhood, the Dragonblood Alandra. Alandra looks around with a big smile, then notices Sita and lights up in a big grin, while waving frantically at her. Sita waves back a bit more half-heartedly, course she knows they’ll have to fight each other for the title, and she knows that Alandra is much more adept at magic, plus she don’t want to hurt her. Alandra is three years younger, more fragile and not as experienced with real combat, but her knowledge about the arcane arts still makes her a worthy opponent. The eastern gate opens and a tall beast-man of the Kumu-Je tribe steps into out, dust whirling around his bull-like legs and massive human torso and head, eyes shining ruby red with anger, only the symbol of the shaman on his chest shows that he is Dragonblood. The northern gate opens lastly and at first it seems like nothing has come out, but then Sita notices a shadow on the ground. A Reaper; she thinks to herself, her eyes widen in fear and sweat pearls appear on her forehead. She has heard of Reapers, they should be humanoid demons with bodies of fog, but it is impossible to see any fog in this light. Before she can think through, a man in green robes step forward in the lounge, and speaks with a magically enhanced voice. “The Dragonblood Tournament will now begin”, he yells like the sound of an earthquake, and the spectators goes wild, stamping in tribunes making rubble fall everywhere. He speaks again, “at the southern gate, daughter of Duke Grahin and high priestess of Mhalar the Crane… Alandra Grahin!” A bunch of people on the tribune begin to chant her name in a rolling beat, stamping and clapping. “At the eastern gate, prince and shaman of the mighty Kumu-Je tribe in the Valsh-Ki Mountains… Rarh!” Since there is no other Kumu-Je present, the cheering stays as it is. “At the northern gate… Reaper!” Reapers have no names; they give up their names at birth, to receive the blessings of their dark gods. Their lives are also being kept secret, so it’s natural not to mention anything else but what he is. The crowd goes a little down in volume, because of fear for the dark being, but quickly rises again to prevent awakening his anger. “And at last, at the western gate, the second-highest ranked member of The Blue Platoon and fiancé of Captain Ryuka… Sita Rosefield!” The crowd goes berserk, cheering and yelling like mad, but Sita doesn’t notice it. Fiancé, she asks her mind almost as to expect an answer but she don’t remember Ryuka proposing to her. She turns around to look at him, but the gate has long since closed. She looks confused at Alandra, who looks even more confused, almost mad at her for not telling about it. I don’t understand it either, she mimes to her. Alandra looks suspiciously at her, but shrugs and smiles. Yet again before Sita can think it through, the commentator yells the final call. “You fighters represent honour; do not cast away your honour by killing your opponents! Now! Let the tournament begin! FIGHT!”

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