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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Holy geez, it's like you captured our hobbit man and disgraced him!
Even though we did that in that hotel lobby already. Happy coming out of your mommy day! |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Edit: I'm not spell/grammar checking here. I do that on the Word version of this document after I write it here. I also change sentences, paragraphs, and other stuff later on. This is like my rough draft area. Enjoy anyway.
Times had changed in San Angeles. Much of the Mainland had been populated by the meta-humans, and their presence was quickly spreading throughout the planet. With growth came change, and this change was heading towards an evil. An evil that possessed and proliferated through Terran, and ultimately fueled Terran's demise. It was a time when the Mainland government began to distrust its citizens. In a mad effort to control the populace, San Angeles began institution of a secret sub-government faction; it's sole purpose to be espionage and prevention of too much free will. Earth II possessed a quality of free thinking, an idea to living in unity as one specie--meta-humans--rather than individual races. As not to suffer the downfall of Terran, as many of the younger children learned in their schooling, it was imperative to keep the ideals of a single specie alive. Celeste, as she took on the name that Lee gave her, frequently visited government headquarters in San Angeles, New Paris, and San Cremento to make sure their members weren't heading into the paths of corruption. She knew of the rebellion movement in the burroughs of New Paris, and their counterparts in the slums of San Angeles. She had seen the spoils of the upcoming war, and knew of the good it would bring. Yet, there was an uneasy feeling within her. A feeling she had no experience dealing with. She had survived through millions of years upon the forgotten planet of Earth Prime, a faceless entity among billions, isolated and forgotten. But on Earth II, she had a visage. She had a history, and people knew of her, about her, but not what she could have been. It had been rumored, especially in the educational community, that she was the fabled quadruple-helix being. In her years on Terran, she had watched as people evolved throughout the ages, but their minds never changed. She had noticed that their dual-helix DNA remained untouched for eons. Then, in the creation of the meta-humans by the Higher Beings, she witnessed the melding of alien DNA with pure human DNA to yield the triple-helix all metas possess. There had been a fabled quadruple-helix, foretold by folklore that the Higher Beings had created to protect and serve as guardian to everything and nothing. She knew not of anything pertaining to her creation. If she was the quadruple-helix, then she was the Guardian. If not, it didn't matter. There was nothing else in the megaverse for her to do. Although, Ogle V was looking nice this time of year for a vacation. It was human nature to destroy and evolve and evolve to destroy. In an attempt to create the meta-humans, the Beings felt that an addition of alien strengths to human DNA might help them achieve that higher level of understanding. Lee and Pat had grown up together only because they lived in the same apartment building. Lee's father was a titan of industry, developing new transportation technologies to fuel the cities of tomorrow. Lee's mother had passed away years before in an accident while testing a prototype of the early AeroTrain/SubTrain transition connectors. His father had slowly acquired a bitterness that he unknowingly was passing onto his son. Pat's parents were barely surviving in the big city. Pat's father was a scientist working for the San Angeles government's special projects division. Pat's mother worked in a fancy restaurant chain as the executive chef deep in the richer areas of San Angeles. They both worked different shifts--day and night--leaving Pat to fend for himself in the darkness of their twenty-third story apartment. Lee lived across the hall, where his father often offered the services of their maid/housekeeper to Pat's parents. Lee and Pat were quite different, but they were forced to be with each other from the start. Pat's teenage years had grown turbulent. His father had been called away to the northern part of the continent, to San Cremento, to work on more government projects. Leaving his mother to hold up a job and take care of a rebelling, opinionated teenage was taking its toll on the small family. Lee's father had managed to acquire the building as a real estate investment, and was preparing to move his family to a new establishment--Paradox Island. The transportation business had skyrocketed, and he needed an area to expand his business. Celeste knew of all this. She sat in the middle of the location of the future Transportation Mobility Commission offices, in the untouched plains of a basin surrounded by mountains, feeling the warmth of the solar triplets as birds and squirrel frolicked around her. The winds changed direction, and she knew the days was coming. Lee would be in his early twenties when he discovered a knack for hacking the sprawling San Angeles computer network, while Pat would discover he possessed an immense talent to harness the power of nature for his weaponry devices. They would both soon discover the exhiliration of war and San Angeles' secret government faction--Harbor West. She wanted to accelerate time. To hover in the midst of the destruction and loss of life to a better, more prosperous time. But, she couldn't control time. It controlled her. It moved as it wanted to around her. And, throughout the next five years, it moved with ease of molasses on a cold, wintery day. Pat stood clad in the Harbor West uniform on the sandy beaches near the mass transit center holding a compression rifle and staring off into the smokey fires of downtown San Angeles. A rebellion member rushed towards his yelling and flailing a sword in front of him. Pat sighed, took a drag from the cigarette hanging off his lips, and fired a compressed solar energy wave at the rebel. Instantly disintegrated, with a large hole in the ground where he used to stand, the other members halted their advance and chose to retreat into the depths of the city. Lee dropped in from an overhead portion of AeroTrain track. The rebellion forces had succeeded in destroying a large portion of track the week before, leaving a deserted AeroTrain hanging from the track above. Earlier that year, Pat and Lee were scheduled to start schooling at the New Paris University of Technology, but the rebels had struck early. San Angeles' Harbor West had started closing in on denizens that possessed excellent skills in anything. Through a hacking accident, Harbor West found Lee. By proxy, Pat came along. Six months had passed, and they were both ranked among the top fifteen Harbor West agents. The destruction came easy for them. Pat was a bitter young man distrustful and hateful of everything around him. Lee had suffered the agony of living with a stubborn, work-driven father. It was a match made in heaven. Celeste merely sat at the ruins of the Cafe Rodin, at her usual table, under the red hue of a burning building, watching as rebel troops and San Angeles forces played war back and forth. The rebellion sought to change the ways of San Angeles for the better. To move away from the ideals of being a meta-human, and usher in a new age of para-humans. A society devoted to the expansion and flourishing of native Earth II peoples, and not an expansion of the incoming flow from other planets. There was a clash, and the western border of the Mainland was beginning to suffer for it. At around the same time, several denizens from San Angeles had broken away from the city to start anew on the recently named island of Paradox. They were doing well, isolating themselves from the beginnings of the Great War. Their Paradoxian government, choosing to protect itself from the interests of San Angeles and the Mainland, created its own version of Harbor West--Spec Ops. Since Lee's father had chosen to live in the city of Oakridge on Paradox, there was a conflict of interest between himself and the San Angeles government. Paradox had chosen Lee to become a double agent, working for both governments in the interest of Paradox. He had accepted. Only, if Pat could come along as well. They stood, facing the destruction of the city, agents in arms working for Paradox and against San Angeles, as double agents to the better ideals. "What took you so long?" Pat huffed at Lee turning around to point his rifle at him. "You wouldn't do it," Lee stepped forward pressing the rifle into his chest, "you don't have what it takes." Pat charged the rifle, "And you do?" "Yes, I do. Without me, you wouldn't be here," he tapped the nozzle of the rifle, "this wouldn't exist, and you'd still be riding on the hilt of my sword." He pushed the rifle away and walked past Pat. Pat was noticeably annoyed, but only because everything Lee had said was true. He was playing second string to the real genius. He knew that none of his creations would have come into fruition without San Angeles and Paradox government funding. It made his blood boil. He powered down the rifle, and followed Lee through the sand. It was getting dark, and soon the San Angeles forces would retreat for the night; a time for the Harbor West forces to flood the city. Celeste watched from the depths of the Zona district, sitting on chair in a protected field of solitude, watching as government forces slaughtered rebel forces, as rebels destroyed the towering structures around her, as an AeroTrain dislodged from its track high above and exploded in the mesh of rubbled buildings below. She watched and sipped, devoid of emotion and feeling, as the Great War gathered momentum and strength. Watched as Lee and Pat evolved and their relationship slowly dissolved. And, she waited. Waited for time to pass, each waking minute as seemingly long as the eternity from which it came. Darkness came with crimson fires burning deep in the city. The remaining San Angeles forces retreated into their secured domains, and the few elite Harbor West agents slinked into the shadows. A total force of just twenty agents, Harbor West possessed a terror known only to those that would have to suffer at the hands of the few. Lee ranked number two out of the twenty, with Pat following at number five. Their number one agent, a being from the Terran Solar System planet Venus--known as a Venetian, had maintained his ranking through an iron fist. He had many enemies, but none were more determined to eradicate him than agent ranking number two. Tonight was the night of his death, and the night Lee became number one. Harbor West gathered nightly on the beaches in front of the main mass transit center into the city before venturing into the city. They stood for a few minutes, watching each other, before disappearing into the city. There was no exchange of ideas, and no hierarchy among the rankings. The Venetian, Jo'Rel, stood in front of the scattered group, a small burning building casting a red hue upon him. Celeste watched, from the depths of the Zona district, knowing that his death would come tonight, but that she could not stop it. She knew that it would come at the hands of Lee, but she could not hinder him in any way, shape or form. As she sat, a rebel soldier ran up to her and deeply stabbed her with a jagged steel beam. The beam dissolved into her, and she smiled casting her arm up towards the soldier. He became one with the cosmos, and she had a purpose to visit the dry cleaners. There was a small ash stain where the beam had entered, and it was ruining her robe. The stain spread throughout the robe, and the woman in white had now become the woman in grey. She felt that the new color suited the new environment. Her cup filled with green tea, brimming and steaming, waiting for her to drink. (Last edited by Zabuza on 02-02-06 01:42 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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I'm rated as a 7 out of 10 on hotornot.com. I'm also a moderator on the website. My other two pics got a 6.0 and a 3.0. Meh. (Last edited by Zabuza on 02-02-06 01:59 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Why does this article come from a website called the "Washington Obfuscator"? Does anyone know what that means? I do. To obfuscate is to confuse, so why would it be from a site called the Washington Confuser?
Did you happen to realize that it's impossible to find this story anywhere else on the internet? I'm having a huge difficulty believing that any of this is true. With the proximity of heat from lava, that kid couldn't have even had the nerve to get that close. Let alone the fact that most national parks won't allow tourists anywhere near live lava flows without proper park ranger supervision, if that. I'd check your facts before posting something like this. So, as a form of wonderful satire, how could you possibly expect anyone (except for people of my calibur) to believe this garbage (pronounce gahr-bahj). |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| This is from Tourettesguy.com.
I'd think this was amazing, but the sad fact is that I don't care. And, while I do love the videos, I still don't care. Thanks for the unnecessary knowledge, though. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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Incorrect use of word. The correct word you were looking for is "series". You are a huge fan of the series.
Just one of those days when I decided that taking a picture when I get out of the shower would be fun. Clock...if you weren't so young, I'd stalk you... (Last edited by Zabuza on 02-02-06 02:03 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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So, 7th grader gets assignment to write essay about his/her perfect day. Seventh grader writes about destruction of President Bush, Wal-Mart and Coca-Cola execs, and lands himself/herself an investigation from the Secret Service after his/her teacher tattles to school officials. Are we not able to kid around anymore? Even as a 11 to 13 year old? Not everyone on this planet likes our President. And, I don't think a seventh grader would be able to carry out a death wish on the President. The student is undergoing counseling. For what!? For having a brain and noticing that our Prez sucks at the age of whatever? Total violation of first amendment rights. If the Man is just going to Patriot Act our rights, why do they keep telling us we have them? (Last edited by Zabuza on 02-03-06 07:45 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Do you realize you just said nothing? Spoken like a true politician. I understood nothing of that. Way to confuse.
It's a violation of first amendment rights because the student is unable to express their freedom of speech through an essay about taking out the Prez. While it is a felony to declare such, many movies and novels and other junk do that all the time. So, how come a seventh grader doesn't get off on the same stance? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I drink tea. Starbucks killed coffee for me, and I do better drinking the many myriad varieties of tea than i do the few flavors of coffee. I know there are many varieties as well, but I just can't taste the difference. Except between crappy coffee and excellent coffee.
Tea for me, please. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Yay! We should drive to Wilshire and Lucas and take a picture at the 1138 cafe there! | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| See, wasn't that easier? Try to think through your posts when you want to present both sides. Doing it in a mash of the same sentence doesn't work. Unless you figure out how to structure it correctly...and that is possible.
For me, it's just an essay. Means nothing. It's an opinionated seventh grader, and maybe he does need couseling, but I see the start of an excellent fiction writer or movie maker. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| You need DSL. So you can waste less time. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Oh I did this once. A long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away.
Back to work. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Oddly enough, I wanna see those poll dancers again. I miss the good dancer and the one that reminds me of Professor Wollank. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I like your Bruce Lee quote, but applied in a more gay way. Since I am an ass, who will ride me? | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Clock does me in his free time. Hence the knowledge of what semen smells like. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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Originally posted by Shuyin Freudian slip, there? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| How come you're getting more action than I am? Does that make you the resident boy-whore? | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Your eternal soul dipped in blood? | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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Originally posted by ShuyinOriginally posted by Zabuza Is that all I am to you!? A something... I see how it is. I'm leaving you for Clock. At least he appreciated the taste...er...smell of my semen... |
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