... and tagging.
Okay, first off, I'm gonna start off Akino's Tagging. Looks like fun ^_^
List 5 reasons why you are a dork. And make them good reasons. Justify them. Explain them. Be loud and proud of how big a dork you are! Then pick the 5 biggest dorks you know and have them do the same.
1. I can recite almost any major Mel Brooks movies without skipping a beat. The one I'm the best at is Robin Hood Men In Tights and I have a freakish ability to memorize the entire movie and recite it from start to finish.
2. I probably write more crossover fanfiction that is more unbelievable and crazy. Also, It allows me to find humor in being pegged by deleterius community.
3. I randomly blurt out quotes from older and more obscure 90s and 80s tv shows from Mork and Mindy's "SHAZBOT!" to the sillyness that is Starfire's random quotes of the day to the final topper of the funny "MOOYAH!"
4. I buy games that I know are good and don't get around to them till the NEXT game from said developer is out in full force. Damn you NIS America!
5. I wax estactic about the awesome games I've just played and quote from the players guide.
I think I'll tag wcblack, izumiryu, rocker55, griffinguy24 and... hmm... probably go with kevanick.
Now, for the sillyness that is Kim's Meme, stolen from Miss Cam.
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post a bit from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
Eternal Symphonia - Tales of Symphonia
I sighed as I leaned back in my chair and ran both hands through my hair. “Cooking it seems, is much more easier than manuvering a pen,” I admitted.
Presea raised an eyebrow, her eyes shining with mirth. “I recall an instance when Lloyd thought you prepared our meals with your feet.”
“And as I recall, he also asked me of the same question the day before he goaded me into attempting Dwarven Hot-Pot Surprise,” I replied wryly.
“Zelos didn’t look happy when he fished his favorite pair of lucky socks out of his stew,” replied Presea.
The seemingly tiny and slender girl sat down in a chair across my desk, usually reserved for visitors of my company. She looked so much like Alicia, although as of now, our relationship was strong friendship rather than being lovers.
Besides, as it stands, Genis would try and barbeque me if he heard that she and I were engaged like I and Alicia once were. I may be taller, stronger and much more intimidating in my casual buisness suit or wearing anything for that matter, but the little half-elf could seem as tall as the Tower of Salvation when he got mad. It was almost cute, a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old having a crush on a girl who was physically fourteen and mentally and also actually twenty-eight.
Asterix and Ceasar - Asterix the Gaul
“Gauls!” exclaimed a man with greying hair as he sat up suddenly in his bedchambers. Sweat poured down his face as he rubbed his eyes and feeling all of the years he had spent on the world. “Just a dream. Only a dream.”
Julius Ceasar stood up from his bed and crossed the room over to where a pitcher of fresh water stood. Pouring it into the basin, he splashed his face and dried it. “Too many nightmares,” he mummured to himself.
It was no secret in the Roman World that far in Gaul, Amorica province, there was a small village of Gauls who held out against the Roman Legions with the might of their magic potion. It had been a long standing senario where Julius Ceasar would take a chance at defeating the Gauls and still they managed to prove themselves victor over the Roman Dictator.
Even his wife Cleo had sided with the Gauls at one point or another. She of course, to prove that the Egyptians were still a powerful race, hired Edifis the Archetect to build a palace in six months time. Without the Gauls that Edifis had brought in, they would not have finished as Edifis was no construction genius.
What irked Ceasar the most was that the people who typically defeated his plans were three men. No, not even three men even though the dog was ferocious enough. Asterix, a short little man with the brains of the trio. Obelix. A strong Menhir Maker-Delivery man who fell into a cauldron of magic potion as a baby. He was super strong since then. And Dogmatix the dog. Even the legionaries feared him and many many tribunes, prefects, centurions...
Ceasar sighed to himself as he wrapped his body in the warm thick blankets of his bed and strolled over towards his balcony. Looking over his beautiful Rome, the emperor deemed to think to himself.
If it wern’t for the mockery that each heroic deed that these Gauls performed, Ceasar would have long since given up. But to do so would have spelt an opening for his enemies in the tribunal and the senate to take control. What made things worse is that there were small villages in both Britian and Spain who held out similarily to the Gauls. So for the sake of keeping himself protected, Ceasar still tried to invade and crush the resistance.
Crosstitch - Crossover fiction
They say that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. This is true for pretty much all cases. The sun comes up, the moon vanishes. The bread is always hot when you take it out of the toaster and cold when you put it in first. And every time someone steps on someone’s foot deliberately, there is a return punch.
The same goes for the multiverse. For each world, there is a good and evil struggle. Some worlds it is apparent and other worlds they are subdued. Some worlds boast people with fantastic powers. Others are daily people who change the world with words.
There are two worlds that concern this conversation at the moment. Each one of them are similar in various ways. Other things set them apart. Night and day. Yin and Yang. Cold and heat.
These worlds were typically apart. Never seeing each others shadows save for the reflection in printed material. These stories are the link between the two worlds. And sitting on either side of their respective beds on each world, reading into the link of the world beyond.
Until a call came and a banging at their door. “Beastboy/Kurt! We’ve got an alarm!”
Both simultaniously sighed, placed their precious comics to the side and then called out, “Coming!”
Paths - Crossover fic
Yeah, I did kind of a stupid thing and challenged a World Warrior to a bout. You see, while Dead or Alive is heavily brutal and downright devistating to anyone who isn’t skilled enough to keep things nearly clean, there is something of a bit of snobbery amongst the high-enders. People from the two biggest circuits in the world, the World Warrior Fighting Tournament Association and King of Fighters, especially the big snobs tend to look down on Dead or Alive.
I had the distinct opportunity to be one of the few practitioners of Shotokan Karate that DIDN’T have some kind of path the Ultimate Enlightenment nor special flashy attacks such as the famed Ryu Hoshi’s Hadoken, the Shotokan Fireball Technique or Ken Masters’ now infamous Shinkyuu-Shoryuken. To this end, some people see my father’s mastery of the art as flawed, as we can’t throw fireballs like that, nor spin ourselves around like a top.
In any case, back to the fight. Edmund Honda had readily accepted my challenge, feeling that I deserved the chance to make World Warrior. The fight in his “arena” was something of a challenge as it was in a men’s bathhouse. Yeah, a bathhouse. The slippery floor was one thing and probably added to the mobility of both fighters when properly used, but eesh! Couldn’t he have fought me OUTSIDE the bathhouse?
In any case, he had just slammed me against the ground with a one-handed suplex. Catching myself before I fell, I lashed out with a neat little double kick that took him down at the knees and then caught him across the chin. It was a twist of his head that kept his nose from being bloodied up. Edmund gave me that warm smile that he had before it crashed down into his serious expression.
Viva La Resistance!
Okay, first off, I'm gonna start off Akino's Tagging. Looks like fun ^_^
List 5 reasons why you are a dork. And make them good reasons. Justify them. Explain them. Be loud and proud of how big a dork you are! Then pick the 5 biggest dorks you know and have them do the same.
1. I can recite almost any major Mel Brooks movies without skipping a beat. The one I'm the best at is Robin Hood Men In Tights and I have a freakish ability to memorize the entire movie and recite it from start to finish.
2. I probably write more crossover fanfiction that is more unbelievable and crazy. Also, It allows me to find humor in being pegged by deleterius community.
3. I randomly blurt out quotes from older and more obscure 90s and 80s tv shows from Mork and Mindy's "SHAZBOT!" to the sillyness that is Starfire's random quotes of the day to the final topper of the funny "MOOYAH!"
4. I buy games that I know are good and don't get around to them till the NEXT game from said developer is out in full force. Damn you NIS America!
5. I wax estactic about the awesome games I've just played and quote from the players guide.
I think I'll tag wcblack, izumiryu, rocker55, griffinguy24 and... hmm... probably go with kevanick.
Now, for the sillyness that is Kim's Meme, stolen from Miss Cam.
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post a bit from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
Eternal Symphonia - Tales of Symphonia
I sighed as I leaned back in my chair and ran both hands through my hair. “Cooking it seems, is much more easier than manuvering a pen,” I admitted.
Presea raised an eyebrow, her eyes shining with mirth. “I recall an instance when Lloyd thought you prepared our meals with your feet.”
“And as I recall, he also asked me of the same question the day before he goaded me into attempting Dwarven Hot-Pot Surprise,” I replied wryly.
“Zelos didn’t look happy when he fished his favorite pair of lucky socks out of his stew,” replied Presea.
The seemingly tiny and slender girl sat down in a chair across my desk, usually reserved for visitors of my company. She looked so much like Alicia, although as of now, our relationship was strong friendship rather than being lovers.
Besides, as it stands, Genis would try and barbeque me if he heard that she and I were engaged like I and Alicia once were. I may be taller, stronger and much more intimidating in my casual buisness suit or wearing anything for that matter, but the little half-elf could seem as tall as the Tower of Salvation when he got mad. It was almost cute, a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old having a crush on a girl who was physically fourteen and mentally and also actually twenty-eight.
Asterix and Ceasar - Asterix the Gaul
“Gauls!” exclaimed a man with greying hair as he sat up suddenly in his bedchambers. Sweat poured down his face as he rubbed his eyes and feeling all of the years he had spent on the world. “Just a dream. Only a dream.”
Julius Ceasar stood up from his bed and crossed the room over to where a pitcher of fresh water stood. Pouring it into the basin, he splashed his face and dried it. “Too many nightmares,” he mummured to himself.
It was no secret in the Roman World that far in Gaul, Amorica province, there was a small village of Gauls who held out against the Roman Legions with the might of their magic potion. It had been a long standing senario where Julius Ceasar would take a chance at defeating the Gauls and still they managed to prove themselves victor over the Roman Dictator.
Even his wife Cleo had sided with the Gauls at one point or another. She of course, to prove that the Egyptians were still a powerful race, hired Edifis the Archetect to build a palace in six months time. Without the Gauls that Edifis had brought in, they would not have finished as Edifis was no construction genius.
What irked Ceasar the most was that the people who typically defeated his plans were three men. No, not even three men even though the dog was ferocious enough. Asterix, a short little man with the brains of the trio. Obelix. A strong Menhir Maker-Delivery man who fell into a cauldron of magic potion as a baby. He was super strong since then. And Dogmatix the dog. Even the legionaries feared him and many many tribunes, prefects, centurions...
Ceasar sighed to himself as he wrapped his body in the warm thick blankets of his bed and strolled over towards his balcony. Looking over his beautiful Rome, the emperor deemed to think to himself.
If it wern’t for the mockery that each heroic deed that these Gauls performed, Ceasar would have long since given up. But to do so would have spelt an opening for his enemies in the tribunal and the senate to take control. What made things worse is that there were small villages in both Britian and Spain who held out similarily to the Gauls. So for the sake of keeping himself protected, Ceasar still tried to invade and crush the resistance.
Crosstitch - Crossover fiction
They say that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. This is true for pretty much all cases. The sun comes up, the moon vanishes. The bread is always hot when you take it out of the toaster and cold when you put it in first. And every time someone steps on someone’s foot deliberately, there is a return punch.
The same goes for the multiverse. For each world, there is a good and evil struggle. Some worlds it is apparent and other worlds they are subdued. Some worlds boast people with fantastic powers. Others are daily people who change the world with words.
There are two worlds that concern this conversation at the moment. Each one of them are similar in various ways. Other things set them apart. Night and day. Yin and Yang. Cold and heat.
These worlds were typically apart. Never seeing each others shadows save for the reflection in printed material. These stories are the link between the two worlds. And sitting on either side of their respective beds on each world, reading into the link of the world beyond.
Until a call came and a banging at their door. “Beastboy/Kurt! We’ve got an alarm!”
Both simultaniously sighed, placed their precious comics to the side and then called out, “Coming!”
Paths - Crossover fic
Yeah, I did kind of a stupid thing and challenged a World Warrior to a bout. You see, while Dead or Alive is heavily brutal and downright devistating to anyone who isn’t skilled enough to keep things nearly clean, there is something of a bit of snobbery amongst the high-enders. People from the two biggest circuits in the world, the World Warrior Fighting Tournament Association and King of Fighters, especially the big snobs tend to look down on Dead or Alive.
I had the distinct opportunity to be one of the few practitioners of Shotokan Karate that DIDN’T have some kind of path the Ultimate Enlightenment nor special flashy attacks such as the famed Ryu Hoshi’s Hadoken, the Shotokan Fireball Technique or Ken Masters’ now infamous Shinkyuu-Shoryuken. To this end, some people see my father’s mastery of the art as flawed, as we can’t throw fireballs like that, nor spin ourselves around like a top.
In any case, back to the fight. Edmund Honda had readily accepted my challenge, feeling that I deserved the chance to make World Warrior. The fight in his “arena” was something of a challenge as it was in a men’s bathhouse. Yeah, a bathhouse. The slippery floor was one thing and probably added to the mobility of both fighters when properly used, but eesh! Couldn’t he have fought me OUTSIDE the bathhouse?
In any case, he had just slammed me against the ground with a one-handed suplex. Catching myself before I fell, I lashed out with a neat little double kick that took him down at the knees and then caught him across the chin. It was a twist of his head that kept his nose from being bloodied up. Edmund gave me that warm smile that he had before it crashed down into his serious expression.
Viva La Resistance!