Monday, December 29, 2008

   Hello
The soft aroma of coffe filled the air, the sun rose above the moutian to shower down on the roses below. There red pedals shined in the sunny light. Grabbing a mug i filled it with the hot coffe. The morning dew made the air crisp. The brown fuild fell with grace from the pot into the white and deisgned mug. Turning in my morning pjs; greay sweat pants and shirt. Walking out onto the padio by the roses i starred at the sun. The sound of a helicopter blasted in distance. My morning was ruined. A flaming carcus flew out spinning in a tornado. The roator on top flew off into the guest bed room. The helicopter crashed into the ground and out came a beast. It was smooth and sleak its hands large and had no signs of fingers. Lightly colored vains shined through out the beast. Its eyes blue blurs. It stood in the fire and turned to face me...
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Thursday, December 25, 2008

Stand and watch my glory.
Let the holidays begin with the battle of the tide for a solar system. Santas slay can only go so far. His elfs only number in the millions and his rain over Isinguard is terribly high. Let aye serve the frodo to the death for i m spartan. Master cheif is the name and death is the game. Prep the assualt rifle, fire the grenades. It santas slay to night...
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Holiday cheer
The foggy cold morning set in.The sub zero tempature made the day all the colder. My trench coat tight as possible. My rifle was slinged over my shoulder and walked down the frozen trenches. The graves of hundreds of souls quaked as the clouds moved and the snow dripped down in the frosty land. Sniper rounds were the only thing that disturbed the feild of war.Killing curious soldiers. It was christmass. The day passed smoothly. No one died yet. A group of soldiers begun to sing some christmas carrols. There voices smooth in the rough cold wind. Oddly enough the sound of sniper fire ceased. More fires began to rise up. More singing began to build. What started as one snow flake turned into a raging roar of hundreds of men. Cheering and dancing. Soon some soldiers began to peak over head and see the other side doing the same. One guy, billy, not the brightest of all stood up! He wasnt guned, shot, destoryed, bombed or anything. He just kept singing and dancing.
adventualy another guy joined him from the other side. More and more joined. Adventually everyone was in the middle of the feild dancing and singing sharing food and water. Lighting fires and happily cheering; when 24 hrs ago they where shooting and throwing grenades. They took off there helmets, played cards, sat and enjoyed the area. Christmas eve was known for ever as the day that Earth stood still in war. Everyone was happy. some soldiers even made snow men. By the time the holiday was over a treaty was signed and the gap between the trenches was filled with snow men and women. All in different stances in memory of friends and family. Even alittle singing and holiday cheer can soften the toughest beast.
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

OMG
OMG I M AT MY MOMS AND SHE IS STATIAN UNLEASHED FROM A BALL OF FURY LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL WITH FLAMING WINGS AND THE DEATH TRAIL OF A MILLION SOULS LEFT TO BURN IN HELL FOR CENTUARYS TO COME AND PASS.... SAVE ME PLEASE LOL... MERRY CHRISMASS
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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Snow day
ya i had a snow day but i had one the day before. So i went to my girl friends. The storm picked up and i got snowed in at her place for the night. It was lots of fun. ^_^ i just got home like 1 hr ago..so not much has happened.
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Saturday, December 13, 2008

   Neosis
Neonsis Part 1
“My daughter, Athena, wake up” the sun is shining and it looks like a promising day.
“Mother I wish to sleep in.”
“Come now dear, get up and enjoy life”
“Ok, just five more minutes please?”
“Alright dear, no more or the Atlantians will get you…” she joked
“Thank you...” A high pitched squeal sounded over the town.
“Mary run!” yelled my dad.
I opened my eyes from my bed to see my mother short by a ball of dancing light. Her robes lit to flame around her body causing her to scream out in pain. Her smoldering body destroyed her beauty in an instant. I covered my head in my pillows and all went black….
A high pitched squeal sounded. The blue lights flooded the streets of Sparta. “Atlantians” yelled a soldier. A blue and black spear head shaped ship flew over him on the stone wall. I quickly grabbed my shield and spear. “Spartans CHARGE!” I yelled. My bronze helmet narrowed my vision making me run like a bull. My red cape added a wake to my charge. My bronze shield blocked all foes in my path. With “Avatar of Bane” in scripted in the middle of it, a wolf head pointing down, with a fiery background, a green crown upon the top of its skull, with red eyes, and a blood soaked fangs. In full armor we ran to the floating spear head in the town square. A squad of about 12 Atlans dropped out. Their green slick skin and blank blue eyes shined in the moon light. They had a silver armor that glowed in the moon lit night abroad there body and a royal blue cape draped over their backs.
Without missing a beat, I charged faster into the god-like demons. For years they have plundered our people and our basic rights; including my very own mother. That is why I Athena, fight with my brothers in battle. The black brushing fur that stood on top of my helmet acted like a fin, grabbing the cool night breeze. The Atlans reached for their side weapons. They pulled them out and aimed at us. Lightning casted from the small devices and struck by my feet. The air sizzled as I brought my shield to my body, blocking the god like weapons. Two of the Atlans grabbed crystal like sticks strapped to their belts. They brought the rod up and a blue lightning flame erupted out of the handle.
My eyes narrowed on one of the Atlans as it charged me. Its axe shaped weapon and crystal handle came down at me. With years of practice, I raised my shield and blocked the lethal blow. The metal grew red hot. With grace I rammed my spear through the Atlans mid stomach and out the other side. Its green blood ran down the shaft and made my grip slippery. I released my spear, letting the demi-god stumble backwards. A high pitched snap sounded and a lightning shot sent one of my fellow battle brothers flying through the air, smoking and in flames. The poor brother took a direct hit from there god like weaponry, he was gone. Angered, I grabbed my sword tucked inside my shield.
“Only Zeus should be able to cast lightning,” I yelled as I ran at the Atlan. It was stunned and turned to face me. With my shield I bashed its weapon out of its hand. Then I ran my sword through its skull cleanly. Its blues eyes dimmed to black and fell to the ground.
“Athena! Duck!” yelled a battle brother. I did so instantly. A static fire ran through my helmets fluff. The incinerated ash flooded my nostrils. Turning around I raised my shield pinning the Atlans arm up, slicing its gut open with my sword. The Atlan fell to the ground crippled. I grinned in its face. The Atlan looked up at me with its blank blue eyes. I raised my sword with the no holding back I brought the sword down into the Atlan’s helmet. Sparks flew out and the blade was blunted, but it had smashed into its head. Snapping the handle clean off the blade, I turned around to examine the field. 19 battle brothers had fallen, but the enemy lost 12. That is a win in our book. The spear head craft still hung in the air. Most of the time when we kill the false gods it takes off. It stayed this time, hovering and pondering.
“Athena” said Lienight
“Yes brother” I said.
“Look this one is different than the rest,” he said. The corpes on the ground was an Atlan, but compared to its comrades though it was lightly armored and had no weapons that the normal warriors carried. A large crystal of some kind was protruded from its hand. I reached for it.
“What do you suppose it is?” asked Lienight. I dropped the handle and grabbed it.
“I’m not sure,” I said. When I touched it, the crystal lit up a grass green. Then it slowly faded to an ice blue and then into a red. The spear head above us dropped to the ground. A cloud of dust rose from the stone street of the crafts wake. The side of the spear head opened up. “Brothers form up,” I said. Leinight took the lead as he slowly stepped in the craft. I followed him standing and walking peacefully, completely entranced on the crystal and the multi glowing colors of the craft. I walked up to an angled panel. A hole was the shape of the crystal. I placed forth the crystal to stick it in.
“Don’t do it Athena!” said leinight.
“What of it brother?” I said confused.
“We do not know what powers are held or consequences are held if you do what you’re about to do.” He said scared.
I merely looked him in the eyes and smirked. Sticking in the crystal, the craft did nothing.
“See….” I said. All the bright lights went out.
“Athena!” yelled Leinight. The crafts colors came back, but red.
“Do you think it is angry?” I said.
“I do not know what blasted curse you bring us Athena,” said Leinight. The craft sat, and my battle brothers stood wary, shields in front and swords drawn.
“Relax brothers,” I said. “Clearly this craft is no more demon then our swords we use just a tool and nothing more”. They took a little less aggression in their stance, but their fear for what the Atlans had done in the past still resided. “Brothers, we must go to council now.” The battle had ended. We all stood up and relaxed a bit more. I stumbled and lost my balance and hit a light on the angled panel by the crystal. The spear head lifted off the ground with tremendous speed.
“Athena!” again yelled Leinight. I looked over the display.
“Maybe we too can fly the god-like craft,” I said intrigued.
“We are no gods, and we are no Atlans, Athena, we cannot fly such a thing,” said a battle brother.
“No we are not gods, nor are we Atlans, but we are Spartans. Having a direct heritage from Zeus himself, we can fly this craft to council.”
I pressed another key and a window appeared in front of me. It was our city, from a bird’s eye view. A far corner was on fire, but controlled. I thought for a moment. Four larger lights sat in front of a chair. I sat down and pressed the top key. The Spear craft started going forwards. “Brothers! I have figured it out.” I yelled in victory. “To council.” with the pressing of the left light and the middle light we made it back to council before any other regiment. With a second press of the middle light, the craft settled down to the ground touching lightly. Lienight jumped from out the craft as fast as possible and kissed the ground.
“Ground, I never thought I be happy to see you” he said. I walked into the council chambers as hundreds of fellow battle brothers came running up the hill to look at the Atlan craft. I walked into the main council chambers where the high guard protected the king.
“Athena reporting” I said. The king turned his head in amusement.
“We have captured an enemy craft”, he looked at me in disbelief.
“Really?” he asked. I nodded and pointed to outside the huge chamber past the pillars holding the marble roof.
“Then we must lead an assault at once, prepare the troops.” He said standing from his thrown unsheathing his sword.
“Father!?” I said
“We have not had a chance like this in ages” he said smiling.
“Are you going to battle?”
“Yes I m”
“Even though you have Neonsis, the crystal development in your body you have already lost one lung and the mobility in your body.”
“Yes it is time to repay the favor, for I m turning into a stone Athena and I need not to die a coward, Bane come here.” Bane a huge white wolf came running out of the hallway. My mind peaked in pain and a white flash come over my vision, some kind of building with the words Monte Del Sol written on it. It was on fire and hundreds of spear crafts where flying over head.
“Father! Let me fight with you!” I said desperately.
“Athena this is not your fight” he scolded
“But-“
“No buts Athena, you’re a fine warrior, but your heart is not the battle field it is in the home of your people. I’m dying Athena…And your anger for death is far too strong, you need to be a softer queen.”
“Father…” unable to say much more a tear ran down my check inside my helmet. I dropped my shield to the ground letting it crash hard. My father merely turned and limped away. It is not right for him to have this fight. He should live not me, mother would probably approve of his choice. So I guess I must as well.
“Father…Good bye…” I said for once sad. He turned to face me and with no words he hugged me, and I buried my face into his chest. He looked down and kissed my forehead good bye. The last time I saw my father so many years ago…

“But brothers, that battle was long ago! And we here have returned in number greater than that of the Atlans. A 100 to 1 is a fair match for a Spartan any day, but 10 to 1 is a slaughter. Brothers hold up your swords in fury as we now approach the city Atlantis. Hold your shields close and tread lightly. The time of victory is upon on us for the free Greeks and people around the world!” A huge chant began of roars filling the sky as we rumbled in the Atlans own crafts…
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Last breath
Have you ever taken a breath that felt so fulfilling that you didnt want to take another. That you had taken the best gasp of air that no more was needed, but you breath again anways. For me it is rare to have such a thing as i always feel that i never get enough air and that i must always breath hard. This is because my heart rate, relaxed, is 91 beats perminute. That is 31 beats more then normal perminute. That means my heart runs at a 150% compaired to the regualr human being and that my body consumes twice as much oxygen. When exercising my heart goes to any where from 130 to 210 perminute. Doctors say i should die. I laugh. I just say your faint of heart. Always a good punch line. The chuckle as they relise i have a little no fear of dying. My musscles are over supplyed in "ATP" (the energy cycle for the cells in your body) because oxygen is the key to starting the reaction. Thus i always have a abundent amount of energy that i can turn into anything. Some times i get a stabbing pain in my chest. It hurts so bad i cripple over in the middle of class and i m sent to the nurses, some times the hospital. The only thing that makes it go away is sleep or something to relax me. The pain is my heart spazzisming and failing in my chest from being over worked. The musscle litteraly has no time to relax ever. My heart is mine and i love it. For it is stronger then anyone elses because it is so much faster then anyone elses. When i say in a heart beat i m mean in a heart beat. For my loved ones around there is nothing that will stop me every beat i have will be used to helping you. This is not good bye this is not hello. This is fact. This is the heart of a good person. This is the heart of the world that i share around because i have so much more. Love is sharing your heart openly. Some people turn it away sticking there nose up and gaging as it is better then theres. You feel sad and you drop your heart. It hits the ground and hurts...badly. You pic it back up and stick it bakc in your chest. Then you meet someone else and you fall in love. Wanting to share your heart that much more to hold it infront of someone you want to see it. Share and hug them with it. That is why we fall apart when we sperate. Because we must put the heart back together in the right order for the next person. Because we always want to share something more the second time around to get another opionion. Another chooice. Well i share my heart at will because it has a much faster and shorter life. Do not hold back if you love someone. Just dont, it will hurt more not to share your heart with someone and drop it, then just keep it inside trapped and costerfobic it will become. Faster and faster it will beat panicing from no light or fresh air. Then all will cease. The world will lose you, but to the world you where condemmed any way to a life of exile. Alone. Sad. Just open up and let the world become your playing feild. All hearts are heros, where capes and flying around to save someone. Just use it....
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Monday, December 8, 2008

17 years of war
Wars are continious battles till the death. Either one side dies enough to surrender or a stalemate is met and the quanity of troops is all that remains. Who can process more steel, more infintry more tanks. More materials and muster a larger army. Is life no different, but the troops are your friends the steel is your pens and pencils you use to express your self and your tanks are your actions that devistate the emeny on all levels. 17 Years of war. Since day one, since the first second, It was war. There was light, the flicker of a gun muzzle of life. Every day is a struggle and we group together to hold together and keep from falling apart. The ones who can not group endur the pain and heating of the armor of there body ten fold of that with friends. The armor will grow weak and melt. That is why we are social, we will share the pain that heats our armor to melting point. 17 years of war, everyone just as bitter as the first, but there is no surrender there is never a surrender there is never a defeat and there is little to no push and show of a victory. Defeat is death and so is victory. It is not a lose lose situation. It is....It is... It is... the actions before the fall the end. The drop to the mudd in blood. Your boots soggy your trench coat heavy your helmet scared and dented. The steel scractches in the pain. Your armor torn beaten and worn to the point of disinigration. It is your actions that lead up to the fall in the mudd in blood where you wont get up again. Where you cant get up again and a tear runs down your face in anger. It isnt time the war has only begun you say. Your heart begins to slow your breathing more relaxed. The chaos fades. The rain begins to set in, hidding the tears of your loved ones. They cry for you fallen in battle. Your breathing stops. Peace sets in. A white flag is not raised, but the true colors you weild. You shall be forever remembered from your actions before the fall. You shall be a hero to those around you, a tool of inspiration and hope. A war hero of the common man! that is what makes life a war. To set the right actions to be looked upon in such away. That is when you know that you fall if you have won or loss. That is the war. 17 years of it and going....till the end.
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Saturday, December 6, 2008

BDAY
WOOHOO I HAD A B DAY SOMETIME I FORGET... ANYWAYS HI ALL
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Thursday, December 4, 2008

   Another story, quick summary aliens are fighting humans
Empire
Thunderous shots pounded the thick concrete. Servo motors sounded from behind. Ali turned around to a see a 15 foot tall mech. It had four yellow eyes on the head piece with a huge horn towering out of the forehead and an elongated chin with a red beard protruding from it. The wide world war two style German helmets extended from the head. Its bulky chest piece and shoulder pads added to its tank like look. With a royal blue cover and a blood red lining the shoulders and cockpit hatch.
The steel door dented in from an impact from a rifle. Dust dripped from the roof of the bunker. My trench coat grew dirty with every shell that pounded the bunker. Dirt and Dust flowed and clouded around Ali and me. “Steel knights form up” yelled the mech behind us.
“Sir” Ali and I yelled back. We ran to our mech’s; the Knights. Small compared to modern “Mechanized infantry units” or MIU’s, but still packed a punch enough to do the job. The cockpit was old and worn from the 3rd crusade. Ali, is a human, the destroyers of our home world, but respected us Genosians more than others. He is even fighting in a bloody war for us. We use to be a resistance group as our home world Excursus was renamed to sector 23 of the 19th quadrant. My scales grew close and tucked into to protect me as I noticed my reflection in the screen. My eyes where wide and yellow, darting side to side in a panic like fashion, fear had gripped me. The steel door hard ripped partially open. A huge metallic hand grabbed the ripped door. The door screeched as it was being ripped from the hinges.
The cover of my cockpit sealed and the pressure built up. My three fingers clumsily felt the controls that where meant for smaller human hands. A 30 foot tall mech help the door in its hands. Its armor was sleek and fallowed the exact muscle structure of a human being. Its purple armor shined in the fiery night, smoke plummeted into to the air. Its red eyes glistened in the fire from our base. Ali sped towards the mech firing his rifle. 90 caliber rounds pummeled into the armor of the giant terror, its armor shifted and ripped in round dents. Even though the type writer of the gun and the bullets ripped into the giant, it didn’t falter or even seem to notice the bullets. Its giant arm grabbed Ali and lifted him up. The commander in his blue suit ran at the red eyed beast shooting into its head. The helmet dented and one eye was ripped out. The beast didn’t care it merely squeezed Ali. The mech fell apart like a child’s toy, exploding into a great fury. The commander charged and jumped on the giants mech shoulder. He grabbed the shoulder blade armor and ripped rounds into the arm like the click of a type writer. The arm was severed and shot off as a safety feature. The commander climbed over onto the neck piece. I became inspired by his courageous acts. I charge the wounded giant. Its giant arm grabbed the commander and threw him across the field. His mech spattered against the ground flying to bits. I raised my rifle firing insanely. The bullets jagged into the head and chest of the mech. Its faltered reaching for me. I jumped sideways and avoided the grab. Stomping on the mech hand I jumped for the cockpit in the chest. The mech Jetted backwards throwing me off course. Its fist smashed into the chest of my mech. The screen cracked and the steam pressure system busted. Hot steamed fogged into the cockpit the walls began to cave in and red lights flashed across the screen. I screamed out raged by my inability to fight smashing the controls in the cockpit, and then one loud thud sounded and all went black.

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