Lost mine of Phandelver P1. Ambush! by Zerox1000, literature
Literature
Lost mine of Phandelver P1. Ambush!
I want to start this story with the understanding that I am ok at playing D&D, and this was to be my first campaign that i would be the DM.I was more then nervous, but confident in my ability to adept to any curve balls my players may throw my way....Yeah I wasn't ready. Oh also, major spoilers are to come regarding this campaign. If you wish to not get spoiled then go play the campaign and then come back and enjoy the chaos, i mean story. To start, let me introduce you to my players. First we have my brother Xavi who was playing a Stout Halfling rouge who goes by the name Yone Sherhone. Yone in his younger days got screwed over by the world, and now he aims to screw the world back. Next we have my friend George who is a human sorcerer named Arthur Pendragon. He chose that name as a joke, and yet...I seemed to have forgotten that he is very well known for making...broken characters. More on that later. Last is Cody, he is a firebolg druid named Kirito-kun. Yes that is his
Actor 1 Hey Actor 2 Hey yourself. Actor 1 So I uh notice that you weren't dancing. Actor 2 You noticed right. Your point? Actor 1 Well I thought, your not dancing. I'm not dancing. Maybe we could.... Actor 2 Dance together? Actor 1 Yeah..... Actor 2 huh. Actor 1 You know on second thought, neverminded, sorry to bother you. Actor 2 Wait wait. I'm not opposed to the idea. Actor 1 Really? Actor 2 Yeah really. Actor 1 *clears throat* well then. Care to dance? Actor 2 Sure.
Estalla Ramirez... The girl we wish we knew. by Zerox1000, literature
Literature
Estalla Ramirez... The girl we wish we knew.
I don't think anyone expected to find a tape. We were already morning her loss, but this.... this was too much. I remembered seeing her around school. She was a bubbly airhead that just oozed joy. She was friends with everyone, and everyone liked her. You couldn't lug her into any specific click or social group. She wasn't a cheerleader, a prom queen, a geek, a nerd, a jock, a shy girl, a snob. She didn't have a title that weighed her down. "Live life everyday with everything you got." She used to always say that, who would have guessed that she didn't practice what she preached. I'm sorry... I shouldn't speak ill of the departed. Estella Ramirez was perfect
Prologue: It was evening, and the rain was like a flood. So intense it drowned out the sound of the busy street. The air in Sams lungs vanished as she was smashed against the cold brick wall. She shrieked in pain from the impact as she slowly shifted to the ground. Her hands pressed against her chest trying to catch her breath. She glanced up and her eyes meet with her assailant. They were cold, confident, and ready to kill. Sam looked around the alley she found herself in, it ran deep. She could see the street and the people commuting , but she was so faraway and with the rain, no one would hear her. " You could have made this easy girl and just let me have the purse. Now you gotta die." He flicked his switch blade out cackling as he licked the tip of the blade. His face twisted like a killer in a movie. He stepped closer into the alley ready to pounce on his prey. Sam pulled her self up and leaned against the brick. She looked forward and her eyes went wide, her breathing
The following is the rough draft to a script i am writing for a voice over demo reel. Everything is subject to change. Reel one: Villain " Your village has been slaughtered, but don't cry. You will join them soon enough. You and your village will be wiped out, lost and forgotten to time. Reel two: Emotional scene. " I guess this is goodbye. I am so scared, but happy. I'm gonna free. Free from all this pain. Elizabeth, thank you. Thank you for being my friend. Goodbye. Reel three: crazy scientist. " Me experiment? pfft noooo i haven't done that in years! But uh on a unrelated note... you wouldn't happen to have any spare uranium lying around would you? Reel four: Anger You broke what!? Do you know how long it took me to salvage all the materials in order to bui-- It's fine, it's fine, it's fine It's not fine, it's not fine, you are so dead! Reel five: Computer system. Operator, The path you have chosen is not wise. I detect multiple infected lifeforms on the other
Shy little shadow; why do you hide? Is it because you bring nothing but darkness... Where is your light? Where is the shining light? Have you lost it? That's ok, work hard and you can bring the light back. Nothing is impossible. You are not useless. You have so much to give. You are not defective.
I've been thinking recently about myself. I wonder who i am, or what i'm meant to be. Part of me hopes that i'm meant for more then the simple life. That i can do something that matters, or that can make a difference in the world. That something i say or something i do really inspires someone. Sometimes i imagine myself with different kinds of power, it's a different power every time, but the end goal is the same. Change the world, inspire, dream, hope. but.... The other part of me wishes to just spend that time at home, doing nothing but what makes me happy. Sometimes alone, and sometimes with other people. I don't know. Both can be pretty good. I think about the definition of what a simple life is. What can truly bring happiness. By default, the human ideal of "simple" varies from race, to gender, to mindset, to their history, their futures, their emotional state, their mental state, their physical state, their friends, their family, and their loneliness. Most people
A broken promise for a mini me. by Zerox1000, literature
Literature
A broken promise for a mini me.
I recently acquired a letter from myself. I wrote it back in 2003 for myself to read in 2011. Needless to say i never did read it in 2011 as it was lost. Reading it now, i feel i need to apologize to my younger self. I did not fulfill all of his wishes. Below will be the note word for word. Please forgive the grammatical errors. I was a child. " Dear Older Vicente, I am writing this to myself, but in the future. I wrote this in 2003 but now i'm in 2011. Here are things not to do. One, don't do drugs at all. Second don't get bad grads because you want to get a good career, and don't be a bully. Be nice but don't be a wimp. Defend yourself against the bullies. Don't be a snotty kid. The things you should do are be nice to the teachers, be a nice boy, and get a good education. Be a football player, and a video game designer. Go to a good college, get a good job, and have a good family.
How to fix a broken doll? by Zerox1000, literature
Literature
How to fix a broken doll?
I was given a stuff animal recently. It was given under the notion that it would provide me comfort, and support if there was none around. As i held this stuff turtle in my hands, pressing down on its hand, i looked into its eyes. In reality they were just black beads that bled into the scenery. They were cold and didn't offer anything. Emotionally however, they were a sea, they were an escape. She was warm, soft, she brought a sense of relief even if it wasn't there. She helps me a lot, but she also unfortunately brings reminder that I also was someones stuff animal once. For anyone who knows me they already know who i am talking about. I won't go into details, but just know that my relationship with her was dysfunctional to say the least. My turtle reminded me that when i was living with this person we used to call each other our 'dammit doll.' Essentially what it meant was, whenever she had issues she could take it out on me, and whenever i had issues i could take it out
I've felt this touch of serenity recently, It doesn't erase my anxiety or depression, nor has it really allowed me to process through it. But to be able to get a glimpse even if for only a moment. Well i feel like i have a blithe spirit. The concept of joy, or love, or happiness felt quixotic at best. Especially during the latter end of my time with that siren. She was like poisonous gas, and with every breath i took i could feel my life force being drained. Withered away until i was nothing more than bones scraping against the skin. Peopled watched me go through this, and wondered why. "Why don't you leave her? Don't you think what she is doing is messed up? Why not say something to her?" Why? Huh? Why did i let her do such things. Get away with so much, do whatever she deemed necessary? Why? Well there are two reason as to this. In the former i was like any other young stupid person, and i was in the woes of love. Whisked away under the influence of bliss. A powerful drug
Lost mine of Phandelver P1. Ambush! by Zerox1000, literature
Literature
Lost mine of Phandelver P1. Ambush!
I want to start this story with the understanding that I am ok at playing D&D, and this was to be my first campaign that i would be the DM.I was more then nervous, but confident in my ability to adept to any curve balls my players may throw my way....Yeah I wasn't ready. Oh also, major spoilers are to come regarding this campaign. If you wish to not get spoiled then go play the campaign and then come back and enjoy the chaos, i mean story. To start, let me introduce you to my players. First we have my brother Xavi who was playing a Stout Halfling rouge who goes by the name Yone Sherhone. Yone in his younger days got screwed over by the world, and now he aims to screw the world back. Next we have my friend George who is a human sorcerer named Arthur Pendragon. He chose that name as a joke, and yet...I seemed to have forgotten that he is very well known for making...broken characters. More on that later. Last is Cody, he is a firebolg druid named Kirito-kun. Yes that is his
Actor 1 Hey Actor 2 Hey yourself. Actor 1 So I uh notice that you weren't dancing. Actor 2 You noticed right. Your point? Actor 1 Well I thought, your not dancing. I'm not dancing. Maybe we could.... Actor 2 Dance together? Actor 1 Yeah..... Actor 2 huh. Actor 1 You know on second thought, neverminded, sorry to bother you. Actor 2 Wait wait. I'm not opposed to the idea. Actor 1 Really? Actor 2 Yeah really. Actor 1 *clears throat* well then. Care to dance? Actor 2 Sure.
Estalla Ramirez... The girl we wish we knew. by Zerox1000, literature
Literature
Estalla Ramirez... The girl we wish we knew.
I don't think anyone expected to find a tape. We were already morning her loss, but this.... this was too much. I remembered seeing her around school. She was a bubbly airhead that just oozed joy. She was friends with everyone, and everyone liked her. You couldn't lug her into any specific click or social group. She wasn't a cheerleader, a prom queen, a geek, a nerd, a jock, a shy girl, a snob. She didn't have a title that weighed her down. "Live life everyday with everything you got." She used to always say that, who would have guessed that she didn't practice what she preached. I'm sorry... I shouldn't speak ill of the departed. Estella Ramirez was perfect
Prologue: It was evening, and the rain was like a flood. So intense it drowned out the sound of the busy street. The air in Sams lungs vanished as she was smashed against the cold brick wall. She shrieked in pain from the impact as she slowly shifted to the ground. Her hands pressed against her chest trying to catch her breath. She glanced up and her eyes meet with her assailant. They were cold, confident, and ready to kill. Sam looked around the alley she found herself in, it ran deep. She could see the street and the people commuting , but she was so faraway and with the rain, no one would hear her. " You could have made this easy girl and just let me have the purse. Now you gotta die." He flicked his switch blade out cackling as he licked the tip of the blade. His face twisted like a killer in a movie. He stepped closer into the alley ready to pounce on his prey. Sam pulled her self up and leaned against the brick. She looked forward and her eyes went wide, her breathing
The following is the rough draft to a script i am writing for a voice over demo reel. Everything is subject to change. Reel one: Villain " Your village has been slaughtered, but don't cry. You will join them soon enough. You and your village will be wiped out, lost and forgotten to time. Reel two: Emotional scene. " I guess this is goodbye. I am so scared, but happy. I'm gonna free. Free from all this pain. Elizabeth, thank you. Thank you for being my friend. Goodbye. Reel three: crazy scientist. " Me experiment? pfft noooo i haven't done that in years! But uh on a unrelated note... you wouldn't happen to have any spare uranium lying around would you? Reel four: Anger You broke what!? Do you know how long it took me to salvage all the materials in order to bui-- It's fine, it's fine, it's fine It's not fine, it's not fine, you are so dead! Reel five: Computer system. Operator, The path you have chosen is not wise. I detect multiple infected lifeforms on the other
Shy little shadow; why do you hide? Is it because you bring nothing but darkness... Where is your light? Where is the shining light? Have you lost it? That's ok, work hard and you can bring the light back. Nothing is impossible. You are not useless. You have so much to give. You are not defective.
I've been thinking recently about myself. I wonder who i am, or what i'm meant to be. Part of me hopes that i'm meant for more then the simple life. That i can do something that matters, or that can make a difference in the world. That something i say or something i do really inspires someone. Sometimes i imagine myself with different kinds of power, it's a different power every time, but the end goal is the same. Change the world, inspire, dream, hope. but.... The other part of me wishes to just spend that time at home, doing nothing but what makes me happy. Sometimes alone, and sometimes with other people. I don't know. Both can be pretty good. I think about the definition of what a simple life is. What can truly bring happiness. By default, the human ideal of "simple" varies from race, to gender, to mindset, to their history, their futures, their emotional state, their mental state, their physical state, their friends, their family, and their loneliness. Most people
A broken promise for a mini me. by Zerox1000, literature
Literature
A broken promise for a mini me.
I recently acquired a letter from myself. I wrote it back in 2003 for myself to read in 2011. Needless to say i never did read it in 2011 as it was lost. Reading it now, i feel i need to apologize to my younger self. I did not fulfill all of his wishes. Below will be the note word for word. Please forgive the grammatical errors. I was a child. " Dear Older Vicente, I am writing this to myself, but in the future. I wrote this in 2003 but now i'm in 2011. Here are things not to do. One, don't do drugs at all. Second don't get bad grads because you want to get a good career, and don't be a bully. Be nice but don't be a wimp. Defend yourself against the bullies. Don't be a snotty kid. The things you should do are be nice to the teachers, be a nice boy, and get a good education. Be a football player, and a video game designer. Go to a good college, get a good job, and have a good family.
How to fix a broken doll? by Zerox1000, literature
Literature
How to fix a broken doll?
I was given a stuff animal recently. It was given under the notion that it would provide me comfort, and support if there was none around. As i held this stuff turtle in my hands, pressing down on its hand, i looked into its eyes. In reality they were just black beads that bled into the scenery. They were cold and didn't offer anything. Emotionally however, they were a sea, they were an escape. She was warm, soft, she brought a sense of relief even if it wasn't there. She helps me a lot, but she also unfortunately brings reminder that I also was someones stuff animal once. For anyone who knows me they already know who i am talking about. I won't go into details, but just know that my relationship with her was dysfunctional to say the least. My turtle reminded me that when i was living with this person we used to call each other our 'dammit doll.' Essentially what it meant was, whenever she had issues she could take it out on me, and whenever i had issues i could take it out
I've felt this touch of serenity recently, It doesn't erase my anxiety or depression, nor has it really allowed me to process through it. But to be able to get a glimpse even if for only a moment. Well i feel like i have a blithe spirit. The concept of joy, or love, or happiness felt quixotic at best. Especially during the latter end of my time with that siren. She was like poisonous gas, and with every breath i took i could feel my life force being drained. Withered away until i was nothing more than bones scraping against the skin. Peopled watched me go through this, and wondered why. "Why don't you leave her? Don't you think what she is doing is messed up? Why not say something to her?" Why? Huh? Why did i let her do such things. Get away with so much, do whatever she deemed necessary? Why? Well there are two reason as to this. In the former i was like any other young stupid person, and i was in the woes of love. Whisked away under the influence of bliss. A powerful drug
Okay so i have been watching the vlogbrothers for a while now. ( if you dont know who they are plase click the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyQi79aYfxU )and i've been inspired to become a nerd fighter. according to Hank in order to become a true nerd fighter. One must first discover what kind of nerd fighter they are. This means like your a harry potter nerd fighter, a star trek nerd fighter, a star wars nerd fighter. I am a Doctor who nerd fighter as you can tell from the title of this journal. Now that i have discovered what kind of nerd fighter i am the next thing i have to do is make a song about it, so i have started my project on
Right now i think i just want to runaway to calm down and think. Apperantly i have to go infront of a judge at one point for the stupid custidy and im getting annoyed by both my parents, my siblings, most of my friends, and mostly myself. i need somewhere to go any of my friends offering im taking. please im realy ticking myself and its as i always say I NEED A VACATION!!!
Well has some poeple may know i might be leaving next year to go live wih my dad in south austin. The people that i have told have begged me not to go, but im getting so confused right now its hurting me i mean i already am dealing with other stuff that i really did not ask for but it still happening. And i just want it all to go away.