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Portal: Still Alive lyricsThis was a triumph.
I'm making a note here:
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
We do what we must because we can.
For the good of all of us
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake
And the science gets done and you make a neat gun
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart and killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because
I was so happy for you.
Now these points of data make a beautiful line
And we're out of beta we're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD I got burned think of all the things we learned
For the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa -
THAT WAS A JOKE. HA HA, FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great:
It's so delicious and moist
Tarkina Chapter 4 Tarkina Chapter 4
I think I left my smile behind in Kintia.
I have never been on a carrige though, so at least that was okay. I had been sleeping for awhile, maybe 2 hours, and as I awoke I stretched the best I could and yawned, the sun glistning off my canine teeth. The poor driver. It must of been the teeth. He flinched and would of fallen off if I had not caught him. He almost dragged me off with him! I pulled him back up and he looked nervous and sweaty. He was obviously afraid of me. Should I? Hmm....
"What it like to be a carrige driver?" I asked innocently
"It's, err..fun" This was going to be easier than I thought.
"What are horses like?"
"They're....um..nice.." He started sweating
"I mean to eat?"
He turned white and his eyes widened.
"You want find out?"
"Maybe I try find out what other thing taste of..." I said, leaning closer and baring my teeth.
He put his hand out and tried to edge away, but
Awesome AVATAR dream--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
When I say I felt something, I actually did. And both ways too, i.e. "...pricked my fingers on its spines..." and I could feel my tail, and that I had 4 digits etc.
Music is playing:
I was in a small garage-like room. It was dark. There was a very small man in a blue shirt and tan trousers tapping away at keypad beside the garage door. I felt an itch on my forehead, and as I went to scratch it, I noticed two things about my hand.
1) I had 3 fingers and a thumb
2) It was blue
I turned my hand around, and the other side was a darker blue than my palms. I noticed small glowing spots scattterd across my arm. I followed them and saw the rest of me. I had 4 toes and even darker blue stripes everywhere on me. I was wearing a plain tan loinclo
Tarkina Chapter 3 Tarkina Chapter 3
Leanna wiped her tears off her face and rested her head on Durien's
shoulder as they walked out of the park.
"My last words to him were: "Stop whining" and I wish I not say that." sobbed Leanna.
Durien made "Ssh ssh shh" noises and stroked her back as they entered the market. Most people were smart enough to ignore her because Durien standing there. Some people stared. Durien sighed as he motioned to sit down on a bench. They sat there and Durien watched people pass as Leanna hugged him, stifling sobs.
"Come on!" a man in a white robe shouted
"S-sorry Sir.." a poor reptilian in rags said, trotting after him.
"That's Master to you" he said harshly. "Now hurry!"
The man marched off, the slave struggling to keep up.
Durien sighed. "Looks like the slavers are back." he said solemnly.
"Here comes the cart."
The slave "cart" was more of a display, with cubicles seperating the slaves, all tied up and hanging by their arms.
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Leanna opened her front door, and as the season's warmth hit her face she let out
a happy sigh. She loved this weather, it reminded her of her home, where most of
the time it was warm, even Wake and Sleep.
She took off her coat and threw it back inside. She closed the door and set off
towards the Park, where Vak and Durien would likely be waiting for her. She woke
late today, tired from her work at the docks with her father. The path's stones
were hard and hot under her bare feet as she strolled down the East-West Road, a
road that runs through the city only.
She saw Durien sitting down on their usual hangout, the bench. He had an unusual
expression on his face.
"So, you and Vak have been spending some time tog--" He said with a sly smile,
but when he stopped, he looked confused.
"He is not with you?" said Leanna, worried.
"No, I thought you and him were...."
"Egh" she hissed. She hated those jokes.
"Should we go to look for him?"
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It was a warm day in Kintia, and the birds were singing, the scent of the wild grass reached us. Well, me and Leanna anyway. My elven friend, Durien, could not smell as good as us Enilefs, but granted he can hear better than us. We were on the western side of town, in the park. Me, Leanna and Durien were sitting on a wooden bench near the edge of the park.
Durien was tall, lean and proud. He had green eyes like many elves and light brown hair identical to mine, and wore a green tunic decorated with golden leaves. Almost all elves were richer than everyone else around here, and respected everyone as equals. Durien's family had lived in Kintia for 3 generations, and they were not about to run back to Verilicko anytime soon.
I am Vak, and I am a sandy-coloured-with-spots Enilef. At the time, I was wearing a light-blue sleeveless shirt (with my white sleeved shirt tied around my waist) and torn brown trousers. I also wore strips of cloth around my feet,
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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