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I hate it when people type in "txt". I know many people who frequently chat with each other over the internet, and the sheer amount of grammatical and spelling mistakes they make annoys me. I type better than they do, and right now, I'm on medication! A friend of mine actually needed me to translate.
"S0 lik ya I goin to th3 stor yes2day"
Translated and localized into English: "Yes, I went to the store yesterday."
Also, shortening words angers me. Just type "you", not "u". I am a writer, so my feelings are amplified when it comes to this.
Finally, boys around the age of 10 think it is cool to purposely make obvious mistakes. This piece of text was brought up in another post in this thread.
"ok skool sucks now because they put me in speech! wtf man! i had it for so long and i still have. i then said fuck u 2 the speech teacher and i got suspended. i talked 2 my counsler about it and he didnt help. i hate speech! every1 is retarded. 4 now on every thursday, 3rd period i am skipping speech! i dont care if i get suspended!"
I don't even know where to begin translating this. "4 now"? "i talked"? What have my precious computers done to children...

Nice! That looks pretty cool =D The picture is small, but that's okay. It looks good =D

At 12/29/08 02:53 PM, GOTHCLAWZ wrote: Hey, these are pretty good. Keep it up & you might just sell something!

Thanks =D They destroy every law we know about the English language, though. Spacing
is fun to break into little pieces, especially. Here's another =D This one smashes spacing, grammar and capitilization. I have a tendency to neglect naming my characters sometimes... I actually have 10 of these backstories, 1 that is about to be finished, and the first chapter of a non-short story. It even has a plot! ;) Every single one of them (except for the one that isn't finished) is on my profile page. Drop on by and leave a comment =D Or comment here =D I don't really mind, as long as you comment. Now.

Song Title: Moments of Inspiration by KTRECORDS.
Song Link: Moments of Inspiration

A brave Warrior stood against a group of 4 Goblins. Surrounded by a rocky crevice, there was no running away. This fight was to the death.

The Warrior was in a terrible situation. He was cornered by this putrid band of thieves, his back to sharp, piercing rocks and the thieves' backs were to an open space. He had to think of something, and he had to think of something quickly.

He had two things; His sharpened sword, "Phoenix", and his will to fight. The goblins were inching ever closer to him, knives and daggers pointed at our brave fighter's throat. The Warrior analyzed his opponents. Goblins, probably unintelligent, and obviously had a love for gold. Broken swords were laid across their backs. Apparently, gold wasn't all they loved. Smashing was a favorite pastime too.

"Give us gold and weapon NOW!!" shrieked the lead goblin. A headdress made of damaged daggers, smashed pendants, and crushed helmets adorned his head. His knife was the longest of all, and was gold. Whether it was painted or not, one could not tell. Our Hero was unresponsive, still thinking of a way to get out of this alive.

"You no talk? Well, we take you down then!!" The goblins charged forward, daggers aimed to kill, they were almost there, only a few seconds until an untimely death befell our Warrior...

"WAIT!!!"" Finally the Fighter spoke. A flash of inspiration had come to him, and right when he needed it most. "Fine, you win, O Powerful and Terrible goblins. I shall give you my sword. Please, I beg of you, take good care of it. It is a prized treasure of mine." The Warrior threw his blade to the ground. It landed close to the lead goblin.

A mischievous grin spread wide across the face of the monsters. "We destroy sword now, fool. You never cross paths with goblins again. Wait, you die now, no worry about that." The group howled with laughter. A raised hand silenced the two henchmen. The lead goblin produced a battle hammer from his back. Not everything there was broken. "Say goodbye to precious treasure, Warrior!!!"

With a loud crash, the goblin's hammer devastated Phoenix. The sword lay on the ground, smashed in half. "Pick it up, Gan!" The lead yelled at one of his cohorts. Gan picked it up, and let out a terrible shriek, screaming "OWWWWWW!! OW OW OW!! THE SWORD BUURRRRNNNNSSS!!!!!" Phoenix was glowing a vengeful shade of red. It emitted a fiery glow, and it seemed to repel the goblins.

"You try to give me cursed sword?? FOOL!" The Leader dashed to the sword and snatched up the two halves. That was a mistake on his part. "HOOOOTTTTTTT!!! SWORD HURT BADDDDDD!!!!" Phoenix clattered to the ground, and fire poured out of each part. The flames reached each other and embraced. Slowly, in a miraculous feat of Magic, Phoenix was repaired. The goblins stood in awe. The two henchmen dashed away, leaving only their leader to face the Warrior.

"How you repair? Me smash, YOU NO REPAIR AFTER SMASH!!"

"I didn't repair Phoenix," said the warrior with a smug expression on his face, "It was reborn. Sadly, you don't have that power. This is for calling me an idiot!!" With a deft stroke the Warrior sliced of the goblin's headdress. "And this is for destroying Phoenix!" A fiery slash cut the goblin across the heart. It was almost over. "Why?" whined the goblin, coughing up blood as he spoke. "We just play joke on you! We not really kill you!"

"Those weapons say differently." was the Warrior's cold reply. Blood pouring from the goblin's heart formed a small puddle. With one final, vengeful, killing blow, Phoenix slashed its way through the center of the Leader's body. Just as Phoenix had been reduced to two halves, so had this cruel goblin. The Warrior walked away, carefully stepping over his defeated adversary. Dealing with goblins is tough, thought the Warrior.
Good thing, then, that inspiration only comes when you need it most.

Yayyy!!! I'm glad I found this place. I have lots of writing already done. While my expressive way of relaying how I feel massacres the English language (See "Yayyy!!!" at the beginning of my post), I'm hoping my writing is a little bit better. I still do that sometimes, though.
I havn't told you all what I write yet... I write backstories for songs. Have you ever read the flavor text on a trading card? That's basically what a backstory is, except it goes with a song. I'll give you a link to the song, as well as my story that goes with it. Please tell me whether you like the story or not, and if you want, rate it on a scale of 1-10. 10 being best, 1 being the worst.
I'm so happy I found this! Until NG gets a Writing Portal, I can post here! I can also post here after a Writing Portal gets put in, too. Enough of my rambling. Here is the writing. By the way, the writing is mine. No one else's. All mine. Don't use it without asking me.
The song is "Star Wolf's Army" by BowserThedestructive.
Link to the Song: Star Wolf's Army
A grey wolf stood over an arrangement of pilots, barking orders and constantly howling. It had taken Wolf seven years to form this army, and he would not fail this time.
He spent countless hours hand picking and training each recruit, until each pilot was capable of destroying that wretched Fox in their sleep.

The time had come, and Wolf was ready.
He inspected his ship of terror, the ship of the blood-red wolf, the ship he would ride into chaos, and smiled a deathly smile.
"The time is here. Fox will be MINE!"

Wolf and his army sped into the dark reaches of space. They were flying to Sector X, which, thanks to that moronic fox, had been purified of it's acidic qualities. Finally, they arrived.

Wolf stood on top of his ship, and yelled to his pack.
"Fox lies in that base, that sorry excuse for a hideout! Today! We will crush him, destroy him, and make sure he NEVER flies again. DEATH BE UPON ALL WHO OPPOSE US!! WOLVES, LET US FLY INTO THE DEEP, AND COME OUT WITH THE FOX HELD HIGH! OUR MOMENT HAS COME!! GO! FLY! WE SHALL TAKE HIM BY FORCE, AND HE WILL NOT RETURN HERE EVER, EVER AGAIN!" Wolf screamed at the top of his lungs, and let out a blood thirsty howl. His army. His plan. Foxe's death. This was perfect.

Wolf led the assault. Crimson red ships flew every direction. They poured into Foxe's base, firing plasma, lasers, bombs, and all manner of weaponry inside. Explosions rattled the very air, and the shock of the blasts reverberated throughout the base.

Little did his band of fighters know that, in exactly 5 seconds, Wolf would tear the base apart with one, single bomb. Wolf said to himself, "Sacrifice Is necessary, and began the count down.

5.
"Get ready everyone! Fox will be here soon!"
4.
Wolf's claws reached closer and closer to the fatal trigger.
3.
Foxe's base was torn apart. In the center of it all stood one blue, hopeful ship.
2.
The blue fighter ignited. It's engines screamed, roared, they were begging to fly.
1.
"MHWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FOX, YOUR TIME IS UP! SAY GOODBYE, STAR FOX!"
Wolf rammed his claw onto the trigger; The bomb dropped. His Army was decimated in one single blow. He was all that remained. Or so he thought.

That one jet, that single, recurring nightmare in Wolf's life, was flying high. Unscathed by the bomb, it's pilot whispered into his intercom. Wolf only heard one thing: "Wolf, you'll never catch me."

A ray of plasma slammed into Wolf's hull. The smell of burning iron filled his nose, and the sound of a fierce laughter emitted from his intercom. How could this be? Everything was perfect. He had his Army. He had a plan. He had EVERYTHING. And it was all ruined by one single fox.

Nothing, not even Wolf's Army, could stop one single Fox.
As Wolf plummeted toward the ground, the very little which existed in Sector X, only one thing was in his mind.

He would be back. And he would win.