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Well, we're all writers here. And hey, i suck at drawing, especially with a mouse. I still make flash because sometimes i get strong enough urges to write. Just go forth and DON'T GIVE A FUCK!

Unless the criticism is constructive, then take it with a grain of salt.

To put it in a word, Scarab, Snow. In two words, Canadian Snow. Now i'm stuck on Sidewalks or Streets, and Gatineau Drivers are angry and careless.

And the funny part only really came with the credits.

At 3/1/10 07:48 PM, Cauterised wrote: An old writing instructor of mine used to have us play this game in class to help develop our dialog writing skills. I'll ask a question, the next person answers me with another question, the next person answers that person with yet another question, and so on. I'll start.

"Who dat is?"

"Dat be some guy who keeps screaming 'look me' from the other side of the bar. i feel sorry for him, because instead of acting cool, he's just been shot down"

"How long have you been waiting for your cab? and by Cab, i mean Hearst."

Aight. I have a Chinese Midterm, but i'll post my Rough Draft of the chapter tonight.

It's most easy when it comes naturally, but you have to remember that "Forcing yourself" and "giving yourself a push of motivation" are two VERY different things. And you can always wind down. Do some dialogue if you don't feel like description, do some description when you don't feel like Dialogue, and edit when you don't feel like doing anything at all.

Walking only when my bike is in the shop. It's warm in Ottawa, so bike rides are more pleasurable, but i don't do it for leisure now because none of the bike paths are open.

All i can say is they should Resurrect Black Isle Studios (Creators of the original Fallout series) and go at Mass Effect 3 in style.

So yeah, Any one else an Adrenaline Rush Junkie? To make the heavy machine gun work accurately, you need it a lot. But for some reason, i don't want the short burst one.

Also, Bioware shouldn't fear Fox News. They should release a patch with a more extensive sex scene...you know, show some side boob like they did in the first one.

Also, was i the only one surprised to see Miranda wears Lace? I mean, seriously! Lace? In Space?

I have Paramount expectations of this game. I just want to name a few.

-I want the Geth and Quarian Fleets to be bringing down Reapers while Shepard takes on reapers first hand.
-I want Shepard to be able to be able to have sex with all the female (or male) characters, including Grunt.
-I want Liara to rip out the Shadow Broker's Spine, and you not able to interrupt her from doing it.
-I want either Kaiden or Ashley resurrected by the power of the Geth.
-I want swarms of Krogan brining down Reapers. And by Swarms, i mean billions
-I want Jack and Samara's love child%uFEFF to be able to crush entire hoards of Reapers.
-I want the Salarians to get the Genophage.
-I want the Illusive Man to Watch Cerberus collapse around him while the Admiral Hackett busts a cap in his ass
-I want to have the option of actually taking home an Asari Stripper
-I want the Normandy upgraded from a simple cruiser to a full scale battleship. With 1) a lounge 2) an array of Turrets 3) Stealth Engines and 4) Some sort of built in club.
-I want to be able to go EVERYWHERE on the Citadel. Like a mini Grand Theft Auto Sandbox world, except it's the FREAKING CITADEL!
-I want Shepard to "die" at least twice!
-I want to be able to drink myself to death
-I want an Asari Commando unit to take on a Salarian Special Ops unit AND LOOSE!
-I want the Rachni in on that fleet thing with the Quarians and the Geth.
-I WANT TO SEE TALI'S FACE, DAMN IT!
-I want Wrex to unite the clans and then die for some mundane reason, like Krogan Herpes.
-I want Garrus to say 3 times as many sarcastic lines then he did in the first and second Mass Effects COMBINED!
-I want Jack and Miranda to finally go at it, only to end up settling a tie breaker IN BED.
-And when the above point happens, i want to see a shocked expression on Shepards face so awesome that i piss myself laughing.
-I want a god damn volus team member...some sort of tech on a Banshee from Halo.
-That being said, i want Shepard to KICK MASTER CHIEF'S ASS!
-I want to see a female Turian, Krogan and Salarian. I may also want to see a male Asari, but that's a bit of a reach.
-I want killing Reapers to be so mundane that it gets repetitive.
-I want one of the heavy weapons to be like an M-60 machine gun
-A may also want one of the weapons to be a sword. Just saying.
-I want there to be dogfights you can participate in.
-And most importantly of all, i want there to be a total of 400 hours worth of Gameplay.

Heh, yeah, none taken. The name is a nickname for one of my Characters, Wolfgang Ravenna, though it's now more of a codename considering everyone calls me "wolf"

Wow...you've gotten what most writers would die for. And it looks like everything is going smoothly.

It has the body of a Raven and the ravenous hunger of a Wolf!

It has the wings of the Raven and the legs of a Wolf (no body so to speak)

It has the Mind of the wolf and the spine of the Raven!

It's just a lump of feathers and fur, like some greater animal just shat it out after eating them both!

It's a Raven with Wolf's Teeth

It's a Wolf with a Raven's Beak.

It's a Wolf that Shits like a Raven.

The list goes on...and on...and on

hey, hey guys. look me. guys...guys, y-you aren't looking at me. Guys GUUUYS???

use it to live another month.

So what i'm getting is...no one has a clue...ever.

Fucking awesome.

And here i thought when people were saying "Money can't buy you happiness" they were actually saying "I'm compensating for not being rich"

Given, Capitalism has lots of money going around, and money is a good motivator, but you still have to look after your soul...or whatever you believe in if you don't believe in the soul.

"What's up?" Carlos asked. He was a bit surprised, and wondered where DA learned to swear

"This is sad...I mean..." She shook her head "You can't hold down a job, lord knows I've been in a dead end career forever..."

"What are you talking about?" Carlos asked

"Is this trauma?" The bookworm began to wring her fingers "Are we seriously that...screwed? Up here?" DA pointed at her head

"We saw a teacher die..." That clammy feeling again. "I think...yeah...the reason our lives suck is because we're fucking screwed up." Carlos didn't know if it was the cigarettes that were tying his breath down, or if it was the utterly painful reminder of something he wished to forget...

"So it's trauma." DA threw her hand at the room "So this is what we get for living through that? A flat in the ghetto?"

"I'm fine." Carlos said "I get by"

"Yeah, on a dish washer's salary."

"Hey, say what you want about me, but I'm clean. I don't need you to come into my life and tell me how to live it. I'm doing well." Carlos was trying hard to be indifferent. He found no point in yelling about anything anymore.

"No you're not!" DA pointed at his cigarette "Thirteen years and you light up! I bet some of the others are addicted to heroin or something!"

"Well, why don't you just waltz into THEIR lives too, after all these years, and just ask how they're doing? Because you really caused fuck all by walking out of mine." Carlos took another drag and blew it out "Fuck off."

Carlos wasn't man enough to look into Dorothy Anne's eyes, but he could tell that what he said hurt. Gas pains, paper cuts, headaches...nothing amounted to that. She sat for a while, stunned. She didn't look at him, till she began looking for her bag. She was holding back tears, Carlos saw in his peripherals. She kept them in till she left. Carlos didn't need to be told Dorthy Anne was crying when she left.

All that night until Carlos fell asleep, he chained smoked, hoping to salvage some dignity in the haze. But all it brought was a toilet full of tar and a headache. No comfort, really. Carlos couldn't rub anything off to ease his pain. He was constantly thinking about DA. If not her, then the accident. If not the accident, then the others and that usually lead back to him thinking of Dorothy Anne. He would keep thinking about her until he fell asleep, a still lit cigarette falling to the floor, landing smoothly in the ashtray.

Dorothy Anne was silent for a moment, looking at her feet. Carlos suddenly felt that he had made a mistake, for he, too, felt it; that cold, clammy feeling he always got when he thought of ANYONE back in the class. Carlos came to the realization that Dorothy Anne was braver than he was, in coming out and looking him up, and that made him feel a bit insecure.

"Yes Carlos." She finally said "Can we talk about something else?"

"What are you doing nowadays?" Carlos asked, not missing a beat

"Library work." Dorothy Anne almost immediately began to relax.

"That's what I bet." Carlos chuckled "Looks like I owe myself money."

DA laughed "Really? Was I that predictable?"

"Yes you were, actually." Carlos said fondly.

"That's sad." DA scratched her head "Not like you. What DID you want to do?"

"I don't know." Carlos shrugged "I never knew. Didn't even know if I was going to smoke until I did it."

"When did you start?"

"Around when I was thirteen." Carlos took another drag to prove his point "Needed to calm down... Of course, it's just so that I can get from one day to the next without having another panic attack."

"What about work?"

"Well, working now, but with this economy, you never know. Of course, I've been fired from most jobs I've held. Small jobs, mind you, but I get buy enough."

DA pointed to the pile of bills "I think those say different."

"Yeah, I consider running from the collectors a sport."

"Fucking hell." DA whispered suddenly. Her hand briefly touched her mouth, as if to excuse herself from cursing.

Thursday, but only when there's Philosophy Discussion Group.

Otherwise, Friday.

Okay, sorry if i'm interrupting, but i think i should just let people know who i am.

My name is Wolf-Raven and i write under the Pseudonym T.S.Millar (It's how a sign some of my flashes). I have been writing since i could actually write, with my first story completed when i was 8 (A space adventure called "Space Travel") Before then, i was imagining worlds and my parents used to write down these worlds for me.

Currently not published and entered a few contests, but i have completed various stories. My two biggest accomplishments would have to be sending a short story into a CBC writing competition (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) and also completing a 400 page novel, which i don't really find to be much of an accomplishment, as it's just sitting there screaming to get edited and it's being overshadowed by others in its series as well as other works.

Currently, i'm in a "Write down scraps of ideas and piece them together later" phase. I'm currently studying at the University of Ottawa with a dual major in Philosophy and Political Science. I'm on this forum because i want to seek like-minded writers and finally have the balls to get my work under the editing eye (oh, speaking of which, i also have an editor, but the more, the merrier.)

~T.S.Millar

At 3/1/10 10:57 PM, Bacchanalian wrote: Not to kill the party or take anything out of context but...

"Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven."

... doesn't exactly read as "God judges you based on your deeds, not who you worship."

really...

I thought of it more as "You actually have to do something good and be faithful if you're going to actually please me."

At 3/1/10 11:01 PM, Salnax wrote: We're here on Earth to raise our arms in the air and say "Lalalalalalalalalalalala!!!!"

You think I'm being silly? Just look at some of the other answers people have for this kind of question.

MY GOD! you actually decoded the meaning of life! I mean, look at all the people in history who've had their hands in the air and sand "Lalalalalalalalalalalala!!!!"

Mind-fucking-boggling.

I'm honoured, Comrades. Thank You.

At 3/1/10 10:54 PM, Ass-Crumb wrote:

Rape actually is pretty much covered in wrath I believe.

I may relinquish my spot for 'limbo' if someone wants it. I'm still on the fence, but if you're looking for someone to convince to drop their spot, I'm fairly open. I'm pretty busy now to the 15th, and I don't feel what I have in mind really fits the overall theme of what you're going for.

I will totally take Limbo off your hands...entirely. It's my favourite circle of hell. ever.

At 3/1/10 10:48 PM, Zoraxe7 wrote:

At 3/1/10 10:15 PM, Imperator wrote: I'm keeping this in mind for all time. Matt 7:21.

Me too, this should be a more well known quote.

Oh...i love Irony...so much =,D

You know i really wish i could get in on this...maybe make a 10th circle...maybe call it "rape"...

At 3/1/10 10:40 PM, Spindrift23 wrote: My next dick move is to stop the SSB completely. They never will return. Please discuss different insults to use against me and various negative facts that describe me in the rest of the duration of this thread.

1. your mother wears army boots.
2. You couldn't even get laid in Mass Effect.
3. Your writing is flat and flavourless
4. No mental image comes to mind when I read your stories.
5. you have a small penis.

The list goes on...and on...and on.

There is just as much proof to say God exists as that he doesn't exist.

The woman smiled. She looked like she was going to smother Carlos with hugs and kisses, but she restrained herself. She just stood there, smiling and restraining herself. If the silence was awkward, no one could feel it. They hadn't seen each other in years, yet all the good memories were finally coming back. Carlos didn't know how to feel, though. It was bittersweet, he supposed. Very bittersweet.

"Can I come in?" Dorothy Anne asked

"Uh...sure." Carlos began to panic because, like all human beings, he did not want another monkey of his species, especially that of the opposite sex, to realize how much of a disorganized slob he was. He immediately catapulted himself over to the laundry pile. He didn't know what to do with that, so he chucked it underneath the bed. His assortment of gizmos was also in the clutter category, so they, too, were taken out of sight, joined with the clothes.

Eventually, after seeing that DA's reaction was that of indifference to his humble home, he gave up cleaning and went strait to catering. The only other place to sit in the apartment was a small, wooden chair that Carlos occasionally used as a desk. They were covered with a reproductive pile of bills that, slowly, Carlos was beginning to pay off. He lovelessly shuffled them off, offering the seat to his long gone friend. Dorothy Anne sat in the seat, and Carlos, his work as host done for now, took a seat on his urine-stained mattress.

"I looked you up..." DA said as Carlos seated himself "I was wondering if you stayed in Walkerville."

Carlos laughed "No one stays in Walkerville." Carlos said, reaching for his another cigarette, though the old one was still alight in the ash-tray "Great place to grow up, crappy place to work."

"Did you even try to look for work?" DA asked, crossing her legs.

"I'd have more luck trying to sell drugs to Canada." Carlos put the cigarette in his mouth, and used the almost finished butt of the one he had finished smoking to light this one "Best thing you can do in Walkerville is beg." Carlos inhaled deeply, letting every single cancer-causing chemical to enter his body "So why did you look me up? Do I owe you money?"

"Most likely you do." Dorothy Anne smiled "I was looking through newspapers and I saw an article on...what happened."

"You can say it, DA." Carlos lifted the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing the smoke towards the half-opened window. Dorothy Anne watched it go, police sirens accompany its flight from the window "The day Mrs. Frizzle died."

At 3/1/10 10:37 PM, Wurmy wrote: Has anybody ever thought, that just maybe, we just are? That there is no reason? It seems ridiculous to me that people really believe they were born for a reason, and have a purpose in this universe.

People in general want meaning to their lives. It should be more in the individual to make that claim rather than just some universal being.

YOU'RE HERE TO FUCKING PRO-CREATE!

THAT BEING SAID, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING POSTING???

GO FORTH AN MULTIPLY, OR SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL DO SOMETHING TBA!

Not me though, i have a midterm in Chinese tomorow...