Doomfire from a Mage Wars, a story book i just joined.
I would take a large amount of sticks for a fire, a large book made from rocks, for they are the only thing i cant set on fire by accident, and some peaches. My character is a pyromancer.
~The future is only history yet to come~ personal quote ~Writing isn't a job or work. Its a passion and a gift.~ Personal quote ~Love is something everyone deserves, few know, and only the elite understand~ personal quote
Hm, well, I couldn't really say, dear. I just love to go out on the town, pick up a few guys, then come home to my one and only true love, Leonard. Maybe he's what drives me in my life. ...Him and sex.
Do you want Peace, Love, and Happiness? ~Good, because so do I. Before you can do that, you must do one thing. ~Imagine ALL the people. That or sit on the couch eating nachos.
Felicity: Well, I probably would take my sword and Crimson, my phoenix partner. We would be ready for any fight! (Natalia walks in, sits on top of Felicity) Felicity: Gerrof me! Natalia: Well I would take...I dunno. I am the water Alchemist, sooo I mean water Alchemist on an island, I mean you do the math... (SerenityCross throws her hands up, walks out the door, leaving Natalia and Felicity fighting.) Felicity & Natalia: What did you do!? What did I do? What did you do!? SerenityCross: Shut UP!!!!
Trust is like a mirror, able to be fixed if broken, but you can still see the cracks.
Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes but to save themselves, to survive as individuals.
Felicity: Hmm.. You can't spell? Natalia: Sasquash! SerenityCross: ... Felicity: I'm so smart! Natalia: Noooo, you're not! (Felicity and Natalia start fighting again, SerenityCross just shakes her head and waits for the next question)
Trust is like a mirror, able to be fixed if broken, but you can still see the cracks.
Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes but to save themselves, to survive as individuals.
I, as the complete darkness formed from a heart split in two, seek to become one with my other half, this time... I will be in control of this power. This time... I will be unstoppable!
~Vanitas
"At this very instant, I augment the spacetime that permeates and weaves our beings."
A deserted island...that sounds like heaven. No more running from ushi, no more fighting hitokage serpents, no more sleeping next to an infernal bonfire so that I don't become prey to a skull creeper in the night. Anyway, I'd bring the fingerless gloves my sister made for me. They're all that I have to remember her by. I'd bring the knight Carl gave me the same Christmas, probably pulled from the wreckage of a museum. The third thing that I'd bring would be Alexander's pike. It's a truly spectacular tool. He made it out of PVC and stuff. It has compartments for food and water, supplies. It's more than a tool, though. It's the nearest thing I have to him. He's gone. Carl's gone. Elisabeth is...Elisabeth is...My sister's go- I can't say it. It's not right! She never did anything to deserve it! Why? Why did she have to die? I should have been the one.
Like every other man in our dragoon, I just pull my weight for England. I like to think we're doing some good here, but the things I have seen- the men whose faces, virtually unrecognisable through the mask of blood and pain, are trodden hopelessly into the valley mud by their comrades in their haste to flee... How can such things be right? But I should not speak so; what we do is the work of the Queen, and we do it for the honour and glory of England.
"What we're trying to do is to write cricket bats, so that when we throw up an idea and give it a little knock, it might...travel."
My name's George Theodore Arthur Montgomery- quite a mouthful, I realise! You can call me Teddy, if that's easier. As to my occupation, I am exceedingly proud to say that I'm a cavalry soldier in Her Majesty's Army, and I like to think that I do my duty as well as the next man, though many have assured my that I excel- but that's another story, too long and frankly tedious for my to trouble you kind readers with at the moment. I am proud of my position, and enjoy the diversity of my work. By your leave, I'll depart and resume my duties, sir, ma'am.
"Truth! Justice! Freedom! And a Hard-boiled egg!" -The Glorious People's Revolution, Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
Blaze Riley from Samodiva (A story I'm YET to start writing -.-) Q: Why do you do what you do?
Because somebody has to make sure Anna stays safe! Lilith doesn't even suspect that I've turned double agent on her, and won't be bringing her Anna for her weird sacrifice, so she's reunited with Lucifer! I mean, bringing Hell on Earth? That is not what I signed up for. So, now I need to kill whoever tries to jeopardize Anna's safety.
Q: Who do you consider your worst enemy?
I can't decide between Elias, the one who betrayed me and Lilith the one who lied to me. I guess both. Vampires, manipulative liars. What can you do?
Q: If you were placed on a desert island, what three things would you take with you?
Someone to feed on. And don't even get me started on humans not being a thing. Spaghetti is food. Spaghetti is a thing to you. Human blood is food. Therefore humans are a thing to me, too. A coffin, for obvious reasons. Maybe a shovel, so I can bury the human when it finally dies. That seems like enough.
Q: What would your last meal be?
I've always found young virgin men particularly delicious for some reason. Yes. Definitely a sixteen year old virgin boy. Yummy, I can already feel his blood. Thanks a lot for getting me so hungry!
Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there.” I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful. — John Green, Looking for Alaska