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Cyra AndrewsName:Cyra Andrews
Personality:dark, dry humored, a loner, calm, isn't easily scares, doesn't do well with people, can be very kind or very mean depending on her mood, has a second personality which is very mean, sarcastic, crazy, blood thirsty. Her second personality comes out when she is under a lot of stress.
Appearance: Black cut off Ramones T shirt. guys long, wide, and worn black pants covered with belts, chains, and big pockets. leather combat boots. has a biker jacket for colder weather. Short red/brown layered hair (past her ears). Grey/green eyes. Scars on her arms from restraints. Intricate star tattoo on her middle back. Carries a big hiking backpack as well as a harness pack on her thigh. she carries also a bow and arrows and a long hunting knife. she wears a necklace with one black and one white bead on it so others know she is neutral to the Rebel and Main camp.
History: Was in a insane asylum until the earthquake colaps
Yesterday: EdwardThis dream started like before, except I had fallen asleep early, the clock read ten at night. I know it takes him a few minutes to reach this room so I played with the instruments. Playing 'Yesterday' (The Beatles) on a beautiful french horn there. I closed my eyes, getting into playing this song and enjoying the mood it gave to this dream. When I reached the middle part of it Edward soft lips brushed my neck, I jumped a little, startled.
"Dammit Edward" I said through a big smile.
He laughed and looked at the clock, "Someone was a little enthusiastic."
I pushed him playfully, getting up to put the instruments away. He followed, looking through all of the ones that I had out.
"You play all of these?" he frowned.
"Yeah, which ones can you play?"
"Huh?" he was surprised.
"You mean you've been stuck in my head for so long and never learned to play anything?" I said playfully mocking him.
He crossed his arms, blushing a little of embarrassment.
"I did try you know but not everybody
Meeting Edward: The First DreamWhen he first came to me it was in a room of white walls, shelves and posters of everything I like, and a big grey bed in the center, I lay on it on my own for a while looking about the room and playing with the instruments there. Then a door opened silently and he came in,and sat next to me on the bed, I was frightened by him at first, he was pale and strong with messy brown hair and caramel colored eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked shyly
"The love from another life." His voice was clear as a bell and soft as velvet.
"Where are we?"
"In your dreams, the only place I can find you, for now atleast."
"What do you mean by 'for now'?"
"I'm just a tiny remnant of the love someone gave you in your past life, someone else will hold the other half, your soul mate."
I nodded while pulling everything together in my head, A clock on the wall read four in the morning, I didn't have much time left here, just four hours. He did the same, some sadness and longing appeared in his eyes, it was heartbreaking
Notes To self: 6-27-13Have you ever had dreams that were so good that you cried when you woke up from them.
Which made me think, what if every time you were born and you cry it was because your last life was so good you didn't want to leave it behind.
A Name and A Face: Trailer 1I sat there. My cell rang, and there it was. A face and a place, no names or times. A gun in my hand, the trigger soft with wear. I took a train to him, finding him on the platform, he was looking for me. When hks eyes met mine he began to run, yet no fear could be seen in him, only an urgency that would be difficult to stop. He was skilled, it was obvious he had similar training to me, he seemed older than me, 30 or so.
I cornered him on the top of a building, the far off sound of traffic echoed below us. I held the gun between us, he took a step toward the ledge. I didn't say anything but he smiled when my eyes widened.
“ You're not completely lost then?” He said softly.
“Its always that first shot that sounds the loudest.”
He spread his arms out and fell off of the ledge, I didn't need to look off of the ledge to know he was dead, the screams of women were enough. I sent the report to headqua
You call me...You call me cold
Yet my anger always boils
You call me distant
When I heard every word you said behind my back
You think I ignore you?
Or just don't have time for your insolence
But when you call me dark, mysterious, creepy
There is nothing I can do but smile
A Hero In Me: Chapter 2After a week in the hospital David, the police man came in without his police clothes and didn't come alone. The head nurse at the hospital came in with him with arms full of paperwork.
“Hello Jade, how are you feeling?”, asked the nurse.
I just nodded, unsure of what was going on.
“Commissioner David will be taking you home with him today. Until you adjust of course.”
David waved, “I stopped on the way and bought a few things for you, do you want to take anything?”
I was still confused, unsure of who to trust but I knew I will always be able to trust Commissioner David, I shook my head and swung my feet off of the bed. He tossed me a bag and I took it to the bathroom and changed into the dark indigo hoodie, Black T-Shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He waited for me in the lobby signing more paperwork; he put his arm around my shoulder and led me outside. I saw my reflection in the glass door, my black hair was messy but my violet eyes we
MERCY MILD CONCLUDING REMARKS
I cannot express how much of a healing process went on during the writing of this series. I am so very close to healing from my unfortunate childhood, and bringing that lost little boy back from where he has languished and into the arms of his older self, who loves him so much. I continue a regimen of both medicine and counseling which keeps me able to function and be the best father and husband I can be to my family. I currently take Lexapro, Abilify, and Xanex. My therapy consists of weekly visits for EMDR and Bio Feedback. Most days are very good for me, and I have no problems, but there are some days where I have flashbacks and need help.
I am no longer ashamed to call myself a victim of abuse. I now hold my head up high and speak out against spousal and child abuse every chance I get. The damage caused by abuse is long lasting and most times never heals. Here I am almost 32 years removed from my abuser, and I am still sick an
Environmentalist? Nah.Why I don't call myself an environmentalist even though I believe in protecting and caring for God's creation.
Caring for nonhuman things and creatures is nothing new. God gave humanity the responsibility to care for creation, and since then farmers, merchants, pet owners, gardeners, monks and more have learned by trial and error, from professional to apprentice, how to care for the animals and plants they use; they even became familiar with nonliving things, learning to clean and reserve water, and to use soil carefully. Draining of resources due to mismanagement and overuse has lead to quite a few falls of various cultures and civilizations, and even today we are seeing people becoming sick in urban areas where they are not getting adequate air and water. The connection between a healthy world and a healthy population is undeniable.
For me, it goes even deeper than physical necessity. The frayed relationship between mankind and nature is a stark reminde
Editorial: Puzzles and Minigames in RPGsSince players spend most of their time in role-playing games exploring and fighting battles, developers might make it a point to keep things outside those various aspects more interesting, which is where puzzles and minigames come into play. If done well, they can be enjoyable diversions, but if not, they can really distract from the player’s experience with a game. This editorial will explore how to do things right in terms of puzzles and minigames and how to make things go wrong.
Some videogame franchises such as Zelda and Wild Arms are partially puzzle-centric, with both series having riddles centering on the use of tools necessary to solve them. Some puzzles may require swapping between tools to solve, while others actually don’t involve tools at all, the game sometimes providing a clue on what to do to solve one of a game’s many tricky riddles. Sometimes, puzzles may come to the point of being difficult and drive a player to seek guidance from a walkthrough, in t
Editorial: Is voice acting in games really needed?The year 1990 saw the release of the very first videogame CD-ROM peripheral in North America, the TurboGrafx-CD, having seen its release two years prior in Japan. Given the larger memory capacity of compact discs, the add-on to the TurboGrafx-16 could account for better aurals and visuals, with voice acting even potentially available in the former category. Despite the high price for the system at the time, $399.99, the English voice acting that players would hear in North American releases was of considerably low quality, at least compared to that in other media such as cartoons and animated films. That music and sound effects can be sufficient enough for a game’s aurals, even in contemporary titles, begs the question of whether voice acting is actually necessary in various videogame genres such as RPGs.
Widely considered one of the grandfathers of weak videogame voicework is Last Alert for the TurboGrafx-CD, which includes such howlers as poorly-translated dialogue and m
Editorial: The Point of No ReturnYou’re playing an RPG and don’t think twice about keeping more than one save file, instead constantly overwriting the same file whenever you save your hard-earned progress in the game. However, you ultimately reach a point, maybe in a long dungeon, when you wish to turn back and level up a little or purchase better equipment for your party, except you can’t. Congrats, you’ve just encountered a point of no return.
Points of no return, frankly, are an element that simply should not exist in RPGs, alongside the potential to not be able to win a game at all. One particularly notable offender in this aspect is the Squaresoft (now Square-Enix) RPG Saga Frontier, which in this writer’s experience was king of this trope, and one of the main reasons he couldn’t beat the game in over seven years after acquiring it as a present, the thought not having crossed his mind of grinding and/or learning and using a secret skill that was literally the difference
there is a god...listen to this first....
so i never comment on any thing on youtube... i only use it for music and ever so often a true video... this was sent to me by a friend... she told me it was funny and i should get a good laugh...
as i listened to it, i found my self being the reader...
the same issues...
the same kind of parents...
a life exactly the same...
but i never a school psychologist...
instead when i turned 22 i move 2000 miles away...
the first month i heard nothing from my parents...
the second they tried to get a hold of me,
the third month once a week i got a phone call...
on the fourth month my brother tried to burn my family's house down...
my older brother always had mental issues, and for this reason i never had a "true" childhood...
i was held r
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