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[helion0076]

A 4 Player Easter

It was Easter morning at the 4player manor. They had just had a long night of broadcasting everyone was asleep. Then all of a sudden Brad ran into the room and woke David up screaming “THE EASTER BEAR CAME THE EASTER BEAR!!!”
David was confused looking at Brad he said “Don’t you mean the Easter bunny?”
“No I mean the Easter bear the Easter bunny isn’t even real,” Brad explained.
“Well go wake up Mr.Nobonaga and Turok boy,” said David, and so Brad went to wake the rest of the 4player crew.
Brad decided to wake Travis A.K.A. Nobonaga. “Travis, Travis, TRAVIS WAKE UP!!!”
“Brad why have you woken me, FOR YOU ARE MY QUEST!”
“Travis the Easter bear came and brought us gifts.”
“GIFTS YOU ARE MY QUEST,” said Travis and ran out into the living room to purge his gifts,
Now everyone was awake except for Nicholls and Brad knew exactly how to wake him up. Brad walked up next to him and whispered in his ear “Nick Brad Pitt is here to play Turok with you.”
In a split second Nick was awake and then he looked around and he knew Brad was lying. “You know what Brad you can be a real A-hole sometimes.”
“I know,” Brad said with a smile on his face. “Come on lets see what the Easter Bear brought us.”
When Brad and Nick got back Travis and David had already gotten into their presents.
Travis had gotten a katana with the words “PURGE THE NON-BELIVERS” engraved on it.
David had received a new anime love pillow and he was already cuddling it up.
Nick went over to his basket and the Easter bear had brought him a collection of all the Tourk games.
Brad went over to his basket and lost it when he saw what was in his basket it was a baby bear that he could roll whenever he wanted.
The End……for now.

[zekana]

this isn't really 4pp poetry but more of poetry i've done in the past. these are roughly 3 years old. sadly it was only during my depression that i had any will to write at all.



How i once felt.

Life means nothing to me.
I have neither hopes nor dreams.
I embrace death with open arms.
Even though it never comes.
Why do I go on living when death is all I want?


What is humanity?

We live in a world of disorder and chaos
we turn a blind eye to anything that does not concerne ourselves
we justify our actions through lies
we fear those who are diferrent
we destroy those who are different.



how i see the world

Good, evil, life, death, I care not.
Good? Good is nothing more than the following of rules.
Evil? Evil is nothing more than the opposite of ones beliefs.
Life? Life is just the prolonging of the inevitable fate that awaits us all.
Death? Death happens all around us. Nothing can stop it.

[Xalgar]

I started writing a Left 4 Dead fanfic, but I might turn this into something of my own.

NO TITLE YET

“February 14th 2010

I am Doctor O’niel, I graduated with honors at California State University as a Biochemist. The outbreak affected me and my research for natural methods for cures for lung cancer 5 weeks after I took off my gown and cap. Luckily, I lived in an area where the citizens built a safe zone that protected us from the zombies outside, even those crazy muscular ones, the walls are quite remarkable really for the materials we had. My research quickly went from cancer to the infection or plague or whatever you with to call it.

I am writing this journal in case I make a break-through in how to cure the infection and our refuge becomes overrun. I hope this journal will be put in responsible hands and taken to our government offices or what’s left of it. Second, I want this journal to be read as a potential “survival guide” and a documentation of all that happened here.

Thank You”

Daniel collapsed the book and put it in her bookshelf, then put her pen away in her makeshift holder and sighed deeply.

“I really do hope this place doesn’t become overrun so this grim book doesn’t have to even be used, I doubt anyone important would really care about the journal or it would most likely set fire”

She looked at her microscope that was overlooking a blood sample of a captured infected.

“Then again, it’s always nice to have a plan B”

O’niel walked outside of her doorless house which also housed 3 other survivors, she took a deep breathe and walked into the street and gazed at a part of the great wall which was now being cemented for more durability. She started walking to the general store for some water and she looked into an alley. Several people crowded around bonfire for warmth on this cold, dark, and merciless night. Not one of the men even made eye contact with her.

“Poor souls”

She reached the door and surprised to not see forty or so people waiting on their rice and canned goods. She walked into the door, bought some water with her change, and left. How this place could still use paper money as a currency was beyond her. There were definitely many talented people in these walls for this place to have a working currency, a power supply, and purified running water. She also had great respect for those that went out of the refuge in search of supplies outside. Order remained here as well since the whole operation was started by the local police and fire districts. She did her part though that would outperform any duty that went on here in the long run.

Needs a little work here and there, but I am quite proud of it so far.

[Travis]

I like xalgar, I like. Honestly, only problems I could see are some grammar and spelling related ones.
A little more description would be cool too
but i like whre you are going with that.

[AznSenzation]

Zombie infections, I like it.

[Xalgar]

Yeah, I didn't proofread it so there are going to be a few problems, but I can't even think right now since it is currently 95 degrees in my house, bleh.

Thanks for the comments

[AznSenzation]

Actually, I'm working on a little short story too. I'm getting goosebumps. teehee

EDIT: I got it finished. Hope you'll all like it.

Jungle Fever

Day 13--

It's been 13 days. My name is Douglas Connor. I don't remember what I am. I don't remember what I look like. I don't remember where I am. I don't remember
anything. All I know is 2 things... My name... and I'm going insane. I've been in this jungle for 2 weeks. Unable to eat the proper foods, living off raw meat,
fighting to find the slightest ounce of water. I'm not alone. I hear these... noises. These screeching, pounding noises. I know they are animals. Monkeys, lions..
perhaps something different. I don't know very much. What I do know is... I need to get out.

Day 17--

I've stumbled upon a housing structure. Temple like. Bigger then the average house, smaller then aztec temples. I decided to go inside. My efforts got me
markings. It looks like English... perhaps it is. Very scratched up... and I can't read it. I've decided to take rest here. I can still here noises outside... sometimes
I can hear them inside...

Day 23---

I've been able to decipher some of the markings. I can see numbers. Large numbers. 53, 62, 78... I don't know what they are. I want to find out. Hopefully I'll be
able to understand what's going on. I occasionaly go outside the temple for fresh air, food, and civilization.

Day 34--

I'm scared...

Day 42--

I want to get out of here...

Day 56--

I've deciphered the markings... It's English. Someone wrote them... I can read, Day 45-- I'm growing hungry, Day 63-- I can hear them, day 72-- I'm losing my mind.
I decipher even further... and I read... My name... is Douglas Connor...

The End.

It's pretty short. I think it was good, but way too short. I guess that's where my laziness makes me... not do stuff.. good... I don't know.

[Xalgar]

Great stuff Azn, I really like how the short entries are done, it really gives you the feeling that he's losing it.

[AznSenzation]

Apr 22, 2009 8:58:46 GMT -5 Xalgar said:

Great stuff Azn, I really like how the short entries are done, it really gives you the feeling that he's losing it.

Thanks! This is actually the first time I've ever written something.

[Xalgar]

Apr 22, 2009 15:04:56 GMT -5 AznSenzation said:

Apr 22, 2009 8:58:46 GMT -5 Xalgar said:

Great stuff Azn, I really like how the short entries are done, it really gives you the feeling that he's losing it.

Thanks! This is actually the first time I've ever written something.

Not even an essay? Well, it's a great start!

[AznSenzation]

Apr 22, 2009 17:06:33 GMT -5 Xalgar said:

Apr 22, 2009 15:04:56 GMT -5 AznSenzation said:

Thanks! This is actually the first time I've ever written something.

Not even an essay? Well, it's a great start!

Well, yea stuff like essays, but not something I've really taken seriously.

[tenshibo]

Really cool Azn. for some reason, i originally thought the numbers he could read were the numbers from Lost.

[AznSenzation]

I just thought of them off the top of my head, haha.

[AznSenzation]

My Memories within Video Games

Memories. What are they to us? Memories are basically images in our head and imagination that make us recall to a memorable past time or event. Memories can become precious, sorrowful, hateful, treacherous. It's amazing really. How we get these memories is simple. There's two things really. Memories can be triggered indirectly, and directly from memory. In my case, almost every one of my memorable memories have been triggered by indirect causes. Video Games. For example, Ratchet and Clank: Going Commando was my first Ratchet and Clank game. Why the 2nd one first? I don't know, the cover looked cool. Back on track. I got this game for Christmas. And I played it 4 hours straight. I didn't want to stay away from family for Christmas. Now, whenever I play this game, I remember Christmas, the whole concept of the holiday.

But the video game that gives me my most precious memories. When I got my PS3, it was still schooltime. I think it was around June 20th, so it was close to the end of the year. I bought my first game for it. Resistance: Fall of Man. This game is my most precious PS3 game, in the case of my memories. The other games are important, but this game offers a lot about video game, but the most important part is the nostalgia. When it was summer, I began to play this game non-stop. Of course, I kept track with friends and family, but this game ate me up. My old friend from Florida got the game too, so we started to call each other on the phone while we played. Eventually, we got mics so we didn't run up our phone bills. We messed around a lot in private matches, using the rocket launcher. And then Oliver, my friend had a friend named John. John was really cool. Most importantly, he started up my online gaming life in FPS for PS3. So our little group grew, and we started a crew of 8 people, Me, Oliver, John, Tyler, Jay, Adam, Izzy, and Smith. We had clan matches, 15 Worldwide at gamebattles.com, street cred, and we had fun overall. But what I love about this game is that it reminds me of summer. A certain summer. The one where I was in love. When I remember this game, I remember that feeling. I can never remember that feeling directly. I have a bad memory, which is why I use indirect methods of remembering most stuff in the world. I digress. I don't like to remember this though. She was incredible. Lively, real, smart, and popular. The reason I don't like to remember is because she's gone. She left 2 years ago, that summer.

And now, all I have to remember her and that summer by... are video games.

EDIT: Damn it, I forgot about my other post.

[tenshibo]

Heres a poem i wrote when my younger brother or sister died before birth:

My little sibling, happy, full of joy,
I couldn’t way, to hear its voice.
Hoping it would be a boy,
I sat in rejoice,
Thinking of all the fun together we’d have, and be happy under the sun.
Laughing, playing, having fun.
Playing videogames, destroying the noob.
And eating cookie dough strait from the tube.
But it will not happen, are time was cut short.
Our ability to spend time together had to be thwart.
For he was unable to live, unable laugh… unable to live, as he had to die…
And now I’ve been left wondering why?
Walking on the sand of lifelessness, to cry is the only thing I can do.
Wondering why? I couldn’t spend time with you…