Okay I know that this is gonna get some hate probably, but thinking of this as me just getting all mah anger out.
1. SIERRA! wewe ARE A GREAT ARTIST! EVERYONE SAYS SO! Every one. EVERY SINGLE PERSON BUT YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! Why?????????
2. Ultrax, Multiple girlfriends for Ultra… then telling people WAY far into it is just… not a good plan. If you’re planning to have your characters get back together DON’T make them have girlfriends with other-people’s characters. They might have plans (Note: I did not have plans for the Trina character, so this doesn’t apply to me, but it still just makes me go DAAAAAAAAAAH!)
3. Meph… First you’re giving away your characters, then you’re making them NOT be couples with other people’s characters, and now you’re trashing Light…
If Light weren’t already in a FANFIC and all I would still be upset, but not as much. It’s just not fair, to anyone. The people who like the couple, and especially the person who practically based her fanfic around THAT character.
4. Mobius Academy: Evolution… Okay I know that people have school, and lives, and everything, but I know that at least four of wewe are able to get on that foramu MUCH zaidi than wewe do. I know wewe don’t have to, but it’s a foramu for a reason. Grace, Sara, and I are there most of the time alone because we can’t do anything, and it’s hard to hold it together. PLEASE stick with it. Now I’m not hating on the people who haven’t been on, seeing how they didn’t sign anything au whatever, but Dargox…
wewe make a forum
wewe stick with the forum
wewe don’t come back after being asked and say “Can we reboot again?” This is the THIRD Mobius Academy. And we’re FAR into it. We don’t want to reboot. Not hating on wewe either, but I’d just like this to be clear.
Again, I know this sounds all butthurt, but I just keep turning around and I see people not thinking anything through and just randomly making decisions and not giving reasons. If wewe are upset with this, I’m sorry, but this is just me airing out my rage. Believe me I can say more, but I don’t want to sound like a “big baby”.
That’s all. And if any of wewe are about to talk about how butthurt and immature I’m sounding (no offense to Meph au Seuris, au Darkhorn, au whoever) but if it was them wewe WOULD NOT get offended. Anyone who says differently has not thought this through.
"When are we going to start Gant?" Slick asked eager to start.
"When Madam Yogi gives the go, when she does is when the guards go away to make way for the general Joseph Heat and his precious cargo; Yuki the angelbat," Gant answered without pause.
"The one we're gonna rescue, the one that is tortured and used for her electrical powers," Dash continued for Gant.
"Why can't we just go before they get inside?" Slick questioned Gant and Dash.
"If we go when that happens all the guards will be on us! We're suppose to stay salama and keep our identities hidden," Rioul answered agressively although calm.
"Shh...we need to listen for the signal..." Dash alisema concerned.
"What was the signal again?" Slick asked.
"I alisema shh!" Dash quickly said. A sekunde later they all hear a beep...Beep beep beep, beep...
"Now!" exclaimed Gant.
They all started running towards their positions, ready to start...
"When Madam Yogi gives the go, when she does is when the guards go away to make way for the general Joseph Heat and his precious cargo; Yuki the angelbat," Gant answered without pause.
"The one we're gonna rescue, the one that is tortured and used for her electrical powers," Dash continued for Gant.
"Why can't we just go before they get inside?" Slick questioned Gant and Dash.
"If we go when that happens all the guards will be on us! We're suppose to stay salama and keep our identities hidden," Rioul answered agressively although calm.
"Shh...we need to listen for the signal..." Dash alisema concerned.
"What was the signal again?" Slick asked.
"I alisema shh!" Dash quickly said. A sekunde later they all hear a beep...Beep beep beep, beep...
"Now!" exclaimed Gant.
They all started running towards their positions, ready to start...
Andrew.
Memorandum: Re: St. Christoph's Square
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE kusoma DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do wewe REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE kusoma DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do wewe REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
My first story, so, if wewe wanna make suggestions, post of a foramu ill make in a bit.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and mbwa yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and mbwa yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
