User:DarkVulture

Things to Use
"What do you give a man who has nothing? I gave him a reason to exist." King to ???

"To rend one's enemies you must think of them as objects; not people. Hollow of meaning and soul." King to ???

"To defeat monsters you must become a monster. You must surrender your humanity." Jack to ???

"To gain others belief, you must first believe in yourself." ??? to ???

"I fight for a world that eventually forgets what violence is. I would gladly lay down my life to change the world today so that when I’m long gone and forgotten, someday there will be a generation that only remembers humanity’s violence and greed in history books and children’s tales." ??? To King

"I try to avoid having thoughts. They lead to other thoughts, and—if you’re not careful—those lead to actions. Actions make you tired. I have this on rather good authority from someone who once read it in a book.” ??? To ???

"I don't think just getting along and having conversations makes you companions. Then again, just gathering for a common goal doesn't seem to do the trick either." ??? To ???

"They looked so dangerous, like alligators. Really fast alligators wearing black. Ninja alligators.” ??? To ???

"I can see options and trajectories. Time is like a river...that splits into creeks, or pools into lakes, or careens down waterfalls. Nothing is set in stone, everything can change." Cassandra to ???

"I think, if life is a lemon..Lemonade electric! Lemon life! Angry! I do not want to deal with the lemons! What should we do? It requires the manager! Make life regret. I thought that it could be me one day, lemon. I know who I am. I am the person walking into your house. Because lemon! I'm gonna burn your house. Technology, my fire is a lemon!" ??? To ???

Other Stuff
I bring my sword up, ramming the hilt into the guard’s stomach. The man stumbles, and I sweep his feet out from beneath him. My boot follows, coming down slowly but firmly on the man’s neck.

A gust of bitter wind blows in from the north. I pull my arms tightly around myself in an attempt to shut out the chill. This cursed wind blew him off of his drop zone and now he’s been separated from the rest of his squad.

I scan the horizon looking to spot his allies, when a flash of red catches my eye. I quickly ready my rifle and attune my senses to my surroundings. I feel something moist hit me on the forehead; reaching up, he touches the wet spot.

“Rain...”, I mutter to myself, as it begins to poor in sheets. Lightning streaks across the sky. The very heart jumps in my chest! The black form of a masked man, illuminated by the lighting strike, stands directly in front of me, and then in the same instant disappears from sight. I frantically twists my head from one direction to another, but cannot spot the figure. In my peripheral vision I catche another flash of red. Cursing, I turn and fire, to no avail. Nothing is there.

The long, sharp sound of metal being unsheathed is heard from behind. Quickly turning, I catch a glimpse of a ninja clothed in red, before all goes black.

The sun had begun to set over the river, turning the water into a shimmering sheet of flame that sent a warmth of comfort through me.

Amy began tucking grenades into her bandolier, carefully orienting each one so that— The explosion knocked Amy flat and winded her. Had she blown herself up? Her ears rang as she rolled against the wall, taking inventory of her arms and legs on the way.

He peered left, took a breath, and stepped back. Then peered right, and glanced straight ahead and snuck across the hall leaning low.

So [you’re in] a sleeping bag which is kind of slippery and you fall asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night literally because my tent… Like my friend and I were… We slid down the entire length of the tent because of the incline…

This man reminds you of a waiting vulture. He has almond-shaped eyes the color of smoke. His fine, straight, chestnut hair is very short and is worn in a practical, precise style. He is tall and has an angular build. His skin is cream-colored. He has a strong chin.

There are a few things in the world that can simultaneously delight and dismay such as a formal dinner party.

He was tall and golden, with flashing green eyes and a smile that cut like a knife. He wore crimson silk, high black boots, a black satin cloak.

Yet somehow the monster seemed to know she was there. She could feel its empty eyes watching her through the gloom, and there was something in that dim, cavernous room that did not love her.

It was cold in the cell, the wind screamed night and day, and worst of all, the floor sloped. Ever so slightly, yet it was enough. He was afraid to close his eyes, afraid that he might roll over in his steep and wake in sudden terror as he went sliding off the edge. Small wonder the sky cells drove men mad.

He said, pulling him to a door in the lobby, cracked open with only darkness beyond. He pulled it fully open, revealing a stairway leading down. The smell was stronger. Musty dampness.

As the blade flashed toward her face, she threw herself backward, kicking wildly, wrenching her head from side to side, but he had her by the hair, so strong, she could feel her scalp tearing, and on her lips the salt taste of tears.

I tried to reply, but the words catch in my throat. My cough becomes a terrible thin whistle as I strained to suck in air. Iron fingers tightened round my neck.

"No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. No one ever will."

There was little forage in the red waste, and less water. It was a sere and desolate land of low hills and barren windswept plains. The rivers they crossed were dry as dead men’s bones. Their mounts subsisted on the tough brown devilgrass that grew in clumps at the base of rocks and dead trees. We sent outriders ranging ahead of the column, but they found neither wells nor springs, only bitter pools, shallow and stagnant, shrinking in the hot sun. The deeper they rode into the waste, the smaller the pools became, while the distance between them grew.

I hate offended people. They come in two flavours - huffy and whiny - and it's hard to know which is worst. The huffy ones are self-important, narcissistic authoritarians in love with the sound of their own booming disapproval, while the whiny, sparrowlike ones are so annoying and sickly and ill-equipped for life on Earth you just want to smack them round the head until they stop crying and grow up. Combined, they're the very worst people on the planet - 20 times worse than child molesters, and I say that not because it's true (it isn't), but because it'll upset them unnecessarily, and these readers deserve to be upset unnecessarily, morning, noon and night, every sodding day, for the rest of their wheedling lives.

There was a cluster of four high-tech buildings here. The buildings were large, smoked glass and steel, each one joined to the next by a covered walkway. Impressive. The whole compound had to be at least a mile square.

We soon come upon a roundabout with a fountain at the center. Sweeping around it, we continue up to a sprawling house. It was redbrick topped with copper domes and spires that have long since turned green. Over a dozen windows gazed out at us.

The main hall was dominated with artwork; watercolors and oils, drawings, sculptures in stone and bronze, all crowded together with nowhere for my eyes to rest. Following a long carpeted hallway, we enter the next room.

The next one was more modern, with a curving steel desk near the center. Carefully positioned halogen lights and a spiral staircase leading down from a perfect circle cut in the ceiling about fifteen feet high. One entire wall is covered with a single sheet of glass, and walking over to it, I realize that it is not a mirror like I first thought, but in fact an aquarium.

The room is old, with beams running across the ceiling, a stone fireplace, and narrow windows set in ornate frames. There is a bathroom leading off to the right--bright white tiles and a huge shower behind a cylinder of glass and chrome.

The sky has barely changed throughout the day. It's gray, cold, and unforgiving. The rain is still falling, a thin drizzle that travels horizontally in the wind, soaking through clothing, mixing with my sweat and the dirt that coats me, chilling me to the bone.

I was standing on a narrow track made up of loose gray pebbles that crunch under my boots as I walk. The track snakes around the side of the mountain with a sheer drop to my right I'm somewhere in the north of the Playing Field and there should be a view, but it's been wiped out by the rain and fading light. A few trees twist out of the side of the hill with leaves as hard as thorns. Behind me, below me, ahead of me, everything looked the same.

They are outside the game. The game. What else is there? Everything I need, all my aspirations and needs, are wrapped up in this game, wrapped up in me winning. So I absolutely need to win.

As my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lights in the room I realized there was a small fire burning on one side of the wall, surrounded by a huge, brown couch and a rocking chair. I looked to my left and found a large dining table, with several chairs around it, a small closet with lots of dishes and glasses behind it, and several mirrors on the sides of the sort-of-seperate room. Near the middle of the living room I saw three large, red sofas forming a U letter with a rather low table in front of them, with nothing but a large vase with three beautiful red roses sticking out, in front of the sofas, I found a rather big T.V stand with two units on each side. The units has several different animal sculptures on them. I couldn't see really well from the distance between but I could make out a tiger, a wolf, a horse and what I thought was a gazelle. I then realized I wasn't standing, but on a huge, leather chair. It wasn't very comfortable and it made my skin itch, but it looked very grand with the large black desk in front of it, with a computer on the desk. I looked over my shoulder and spotted several photo frames all over the wall, pictures of family and friends, along with several framed awards and certificates. On my other side I spotted endless shelves of shelves, coating the walls, filled with books. Many of these books were obviously special editions or collection items, and some looked at least a decade or so older than me. Several lit candles were hung on the sides and their plates were covered with dried wax. The candles were all lit, and looking upwards I saw several glass chandliers with candles on their plates. These two were lit, but no matter how many candles they hung up it would never be enough to light up all the whole room. Near the desk, I saw several more large candles and stared. How could anyo put a candle and a computer in the same area?

1 Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice 2 The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening 3 Resident Evil 2 4 Fire Emblem: Three Houses 5 The Outer Worlds 6 Judgment 7 Code Vein 8 Star Wars: Jedi Fallen Order 9 Trails of Cold Steel III 10 Metro Exodus

The blow caught him high in the shoulder, just above the lung, driving him forward onto the slope. First it was just the shock of the impact that hit him. Then the pain came, a savage tearing fire. He rolled to the side and looked down at the front of his jacket. The arrow had punched directly through his body, tearing out the front of his chest. Blood coated the head and shaft.

A short, pretty woman in her twenties with tan eyes and a round face, her jet-black hair worn short and curving around her face.

Fatum Iustum Stultorum

Day Four has at come to an end! That means the next advice period has begun. Also, below I will be listing the members of White Team and Black Team.

1) Which PoV of Day 4 was your favorite?

2) Which Challenger who died on Day 4 do you wish survived longer?

3) Who do you think the traitors are?

4) Which of the new teams do you think is stronger?

PoV Count
Hayle: 4

Hannah: 2

Nathaniel: 2

Junie: 2

Karne: 2

Satoshi: 3

Shinji: 4

Fernanda: 1

Sofia: 2

Tetsu: 5

Zantae: 3

Timothy: 5

Vika: 1

Hayden: 1

Vjena: 2

Mike: 3

Nailah: 1

Shintaro: 2

Nari: 1

Francesca: 3

Ryder: 1

Jackson: 1

Harry: 1

Arlyssa: 2

Milan: 2

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https://descriptivewriting.wordpress.com/2014/08/10/best-descriptive-sentences-rivers-mountains-beaches-waterfalls-forests-lakes-and-the-4-seasons/

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http://www.tor.com/features/series/a-read-of-ice-and-fire/