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 ** Scratt needs a signature move. come on, all the heroes have one. Gomu Gomu no Pistol, Falcon Punch, Kamehameha, thelist goeson. 20 points to the dude that makes a brief journal or picture of Scratt performing a move. Describe it well, and make it powerful yet balanced. the winner gets 20 points. The 2nd and 3rd place will also have their moves added to the moveset of Scratt, as well as a drawn picture by me showing the top 3 moves in all thier goodness! no need to sign up: just do it and link the move to me so I can see it. Deadline is Sunday, THIS Sunday June the 8th ** I did two~ Techno Scratt- Binary Bullet Visual Description: Scr

This is how the story of Zongazonga began, on what's now known as Ribular Island, a few thousand years ago: Jiysiell, after nine long months of blessed self-preparation, was about to give a new child to this world, someone who would revive her stone-dead spirit and bring peace to her violent inner world. Three of the local women who she didn't really know and one priest were gathered around her, soothing her as contractions built up in intensity to a point that they were very nearly unbearable. Rain cascaded down outside far the wooden wall facing away from the complex, with occasional claps of thunder Jiysiell had no reason to pay attention

Dear friends, family, and/or others seeking clarification, I'm writing this letter right now because the majority of you still don't fully understand what conspired between ZongaZonga and I on that fateful day, or moreover, why. Especially you, Brother. I plan to make this something a novel (it's long), explaning all aspects of our lives leading up to that point. Everything (and by everything, I mean exact words of conversations) comes back to me very clearly now. It is true, however, that some parts of my life are incredibly difficult to describe in words, so I'll manage best I can. Also, because I may not get another chance, I will stress

Innocence- Prologue “He’s The Doctor!” the girl in his arms gasped, “I swear! I was in the medieval ages! I nearly got burned at the stake for being a witch!” She was already blowing him off. Of course. Girls were just like that in this time period. Had his sister ever been that way? He certainly hoped not. Her friends, who had gathered around them at his sudden appearance in their school cafeteria, were dumbstruck, like most mortals when encountered with those who had found the secrets of this world. He set her down, and she ran to them, spewing words out so fast he was surprised anyone could understand them. &

Teacher's Prompt- "Write a story (minimum 7 sentences) about a person who is accused of Heresy. Be sure to include a definition (in your own words) of heresy or a heretic, as well as what that person did to get accused. You can make up what punishments or tortures they were put through, but they must be school appropriate  Write the story on a separate sheet of paper. How did it change their life? Did they confess? Even if they didn't do anything wrong? How do you feel about the Inquisition?" CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. Lady Amelia had always had a prosperous life. Living richly on a manor- well, not quite as rich as she would have liked, but rich e

A single pinpoint of golden light illuminated her world of teal and sapphire. She didn't mind it though, blue had always been her favorite color. Still, change was enticing. [You got this?] [Yeah, don't worry. I'll keep the island nice and safe while you go on your little vacation.] [Thanks. You know how much this means to me.] [I do. Now go.] During the conversation, the light had expanded, not large, not powerful, but enough for a single person to get in and out, once. Kuzuri exhaled. Her life wasn't hard, just busy. Took a lot of power on a daily basis to keep all the shields of Vivosaur Island up. Shog, he'd take care of it while she slip

Physus began to retreat to her quarters; the need to meditate occasionally struck at the oddest times. She still couldn’t quite put her finger on why, most likely it was some so of subconscious imbalance within herself.   Passing the blood scan, she swiveled gracefully past the door, right to her- A telepathic gasp escaped her as she saw the human girl sitting on her cot, relaxed as anything, just sitting and staring at her. [Telepathy? Works for me.] she casually remarked. [Who are you, and how did you get here?] Physus asked, keeping her tone of “voice” even. [The name’s Dina Sentōki. Kinda here because of a

The Rising of the Himalayas            Power.  We all want more of it, whether we admit it or not.  Yet a greedy thirst for power will never succeed, and who, throughout history, has been more power hungry than the ruler of all Greek gods, Zeus?            His epic fall from grace began long before he was even aware of the essence of greed.  He did what came naturally to him- fight, kill, conquer.  Along a dark and treacherous path he walked, one littered with blood and tears.  It wasn’t just Zeus on the path; he used other god’s help when he required it.  They would attack whoever they could, and for thousands of years, all t