Move north. The further north you go, the cooler it gets and the longer the days become.
I hate to break into your argument, it feels like an intrusion, but I have a point. Mild spoilers, for those who live under rocks. At the Keyblade Graveyard in BBS, we see hundreds, perhaps thousands of Keyblades. Considering Keyblades normally have only one Keyblade, we can assume that there is a similar number of Keyblade Wielders. In the rest of the Kingdom Hearts games, there are perhaps a dozen people who can hold the Keyblade (Terra, Aqua, Ven, Sora, Riku, Mickey, Eraqus, Kairi, Vanitas, Xehanort, Roxas, Xion). Of those, three had one because they were connected to people who had them originally, Sora got his for sharing his heart with Ven (presumably) and Riku got his from Terra. Twelve people, out of the thousands of people who used to own a Keyblade. Sure, there are billions of people who don't have a Keyblade, but there used to be thousands who did. Suddenly, the number of Wielders seems smaller.
Seems to be mildly surprised by a pink pony pulling a ball out of wood.
I started making bleached shirts and oh my God, they're so much fun!!! And so easy to do too. My first one sucks, but my second one turned out great!
l'LL FOLLOW YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH!!!!!!!
Language Arts in elementary school started me writing. But what's kept me writing is my love of books and a spot of envy. I've always been a bit jealous of author's writing ability and have wanted to create stories just as good. My motivation comes and goes though. Sometimes, I feel like I can write forever, sometimes it feels like too much trouble. In the case of the former, someone always interuppts me and I lose motivation. It's very bad.
Muffins. Banana muffins. Banana chocolate chip muffins. Fresh banana chocolate chip muffins, straight from the oven. And my school gives them out free to anyone writing an exam.
She can read it if she wants to. I have no problems with that.
But I'm Canadian. ;-; It's fine. Any money is better than no money. Still, I'm job hunting.
It's the mystery that makes it intimidating.
Another sound word of advice is to keep your keys out of electric outlets, the kind you plug your toaster into. Especially when your young developing mind is still young and developing. It could cause memory problems later in life.
Sorry, I've been studying. I'm about halfway through it though.
Fine, I shall draft a letter to the D.O.O.D.S. You may submit it to them if you choose to side with us. Do it! It's the right choice!!! We shall rain terror and destruction upon our enemies and their blood will form rivers in which we shall bathe their loved ones!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Ahem... Dear D.O.O.D.S., As Acting Captain of the Saber and the I.N.V.S.P., I regret to inform you that since Rienzel is the Acting First Mate of the aforementioned Saber, he will be unable to join you in the Forum Family Games. He signed on to our ship long before he joined your Society. As such, and with the greatest of respect, I, Acting Captain of the glorious Saber, hereby proclaim Rienzel, with his permission and acceptance, to be a member of the I.N.V.S.P.'s team in the upcoming battle. Also, I call dibs. Sincerely, Loxare Acting Captain of the I.N.V.S.P. You may post this on the D.O.O.D.S. thread if you choose to go with us and they resist. ... ... I think there needs to be something intimidating after my signature. Like, "Loxare Storm-Swinger" or "Loxare Heartslash". Though shall have to be put into this.
I have no money. My family owns a business, so any work I do for them gets a huge pay cut to keep the business afloat.
Personally, I'd love to. We'd have to make sure as many of the crew know about this as possible first. A lot of them haven't checked in in quite a while.
Nevada raced forward, grabbing the bodies before they had a chance to hit the ground, possibly alerting the floor below with the noise high-end armour makes when it hits a metal floor. "Yes, the cameras and sensors are gone, but that's still no reason to be careless." Nevada said, resting each body on the floor noiselessly. "Metal hitting metal still makes noise, so catch them next time." He did do a good job keeping the guards from screaming though, so she sent an approving nod in his direction, hoping it wouldn't be misinterpretted. She pushed the "Down" button on the elevator call panel and set herself two meters away, gun at her shoulder and pointed at the elevator in case anyone came up with it. When it finally came up though, it was empty. She held her gun at ready by her side and strode into the elevator. She checked to make sure the other two came in with her, then hit the button for the 43rd floor.
But Makaze, you can start a ten-page argument better than almost anyone on this forum.
Hey, can someone take down the "p.r.n.w.a.a.z. was here" tag on The Saber? Since, you know, you're not P.R.N.w.a.a.Z. anymore.
Again... I missed the Cap'n again... I'm a pathetic excuse for a First Mate... *wallows in self-pity* I just realised, I suck at self-pity. Besides, I can't compliment the Cap'n's story if I be wallowin'! So far, I love it, and I will continue loving it until the next chapter comes out, in which case, I will love it all the more. Yes. That would be awesome. We need more cyberlions. Also, I'm wanting to include more back stories in my fic. Crew, if you want any input on yours, let me know, either here, in a VM or PM. Thanks!
Oh, good. I didn't miss it. What's wrong with you people? I leave for ten whole days (that's a week post-French Revolution) and you can't even complete a single LPTP? I am very disappointed in most of you.
