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Post by Lawman on Apr 11, 2008 17:08:37 GMT -5
I think the concept is simple enough. Just paste whatever is in your clipboard. Don't be a loser and go and actually copy something - that's just lame. It's more fun to see what you have just randomly. You can explain or leave it up to the imagination what you've got.
You can paste by right-clicking and pasting, or hitting the ctrl and 'v' keys.
I begin!
Wash: What in the 'verse is that smell? Niska: -phuuurt-
From the fireflyfans.net board.
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Post by Simon Tam on Apr 11, 2008 17:10:50 GMT -5
It's a game I was playing on another forum. You basically type the phrases in bold into Google (but with your name) and then c&p the answers.
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Post by Lawman on Apr 11, 2008 17:17:13 GMT -5
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Post by Simon Tam on Apr 11, 2008 17:36:23 GMT -5
Admission to the course is by audition or interview dependent on the applicant's experience and career intent.
Selected applicants are recalled for a workshop session in London.
Looking up how I'd get into drama school. Still too young at the moment. >.>
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Post by Lawman on Apr 11, 2008 17:43:00 GMT -5
Frog-humping son of a bitch
Hehe, for the ABC game.
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Post by Simon Tam on Apr 11, 2008 17:43:44 GMT -5
Abracadabra-alakazam: Tian-ling-ling, di-ling-ling
Also for the ABC game.
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Post by Lawman on Apr 12, 2008 10:58:42 GMT -5
Come fly away.{link-back}rules | plot | character availability | face claims | linkbackThe Uninvolved.
Never heard of Firefly or Serenity before? It's no matter, just sit yourself down for a spell and just imagine, for a moment, a space odyssey. Not just any adventure, no, but one that rivals the great philosophy of Manifest Destiny, where the world is yours for the taking, only it's the 'Verse ripe for the picking. Those who left the American East for the wild American West would probably think of this whole get-up as one fine shindig, with the fancy spacecraft and all. In general, if you've been looking for something that deals with space, Westerns, settlers, and scary monsters, then you've come to the right place. If you've been looking for a delicate blend of Chinese culture, refined civilization, and maybe some tea and dumplings, then this is the place for you. And, even if you've never heard of the spaceship Serenity, that's all right too. These waves should tell you everything you need to know....
The Secret.
Reavers; everyone has heard of them. They'll... do things to you, horrible things beyond imagination before you die. Most folk, at least in the Core, had believed them to be tales of fiction, something conjured up to scare kids around a campfire. Those closer to the Edge, those on the Rim for years had known them to be terrifyingly real. Now, thanks to the crew of Serenity, everyone in the 'Verse knows that they are not only real, but that the Alliance made them into what they are. It's weakened the Alliance, but it's not destroyed them.
The Aftermath.
In order to relay the message the crew of Serenity had to suffer through a harsh ordeal; many friends were killed by the man known as the Operative in his pursuit of River Tam, though even more were killed in the attack by the Reavers over Kerry. The saddest blow were the deaths of crew members Book and Wash; Sheppard Book was killed when the outpost he was living at was hit by the Alliance, while Hoban Washburne was killed by a Reaver missile. Their deaths echo to this day. Even Serenity herself was injured almost beyond repair, but the Operative, upon being bested by Malcolm Reynolds, repaired her enough for flight.
The Now.
Serenity took dock in a space port on Persephone to make even further repairs sorely needed after crashing on Kerry. River Tam took a new place on Serenity as her pilot, and did the next best job to Wash that she could. Kaylee, after having gotten her new compression coil and several other parts and spares to boot, decided that she needed dedication out of Simon, even though they know life will be rough together. Inara is once again renting the shuttle, though Mal almost insisted that she just use it; she still insists to keep their relationship on a business level. Zoe is hurt by Wash's death and is more reserved than she once was, and she carries a secret that makes her happy and bitter all at once. Mal, well... he finds work as he can, and does his best to keep his crew together. Where-ever they go, he ignores the rising talk of another war between the broken Independents and the Alliance.
The New War.
What is being referred to as "The Message" has stirred up old feelings of animosity between those who lost the war, and created new feelings with those who had once sided with the Alliance. Every port of harbor whispers about an uprising, about teaching the Alliance a lesson, about preventing them from ever meddling with another world again. The Alliance at the very least knows it needs reform, that it has lost a lot of its power over the border worlds, and it's grasp over even Core worlds is slipping.
There is a backbone, however, a force that people do not look at or even consider. Blue Sun, a simple corporation, has a hard grasp over the Alliance, at least, has a hand or two in how things are run. River, for example, was not heatedly pursued by the Alliance, but by Blue Sun; their dollar is invested in her and they like to keep their investments... in check. Money is eventually the bottom line for them, but individuals within the company seek power.
The Future.
Nothing has been started... yet. There is talk, though, and there are many who have a mind to act given the right conditions. The war, the still-threatening Reavers, the Alliance, Blue Sun... the 'Verse is full of danger. Are you lookin' to make your way peaceful-like, or are you lookin' to misbehave?
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Post by Simon Tam on Apr 12, 2008 11:33:03 GMT -5
ALRA
Um, don't know. Edit: Ooh, actually, I remember. It's the name of another drama school that I copied so I could look it up on google.
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Post by Lawman on Apr 17, 2008 15:50:00 GMT -5
iangyin For the ABC game.
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Post by Simon Tam on Apr 18, 2008 13:40:12 GMT -5
I just made it, was updating a thread somewhere else.
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Post by Lawman on Apr 18, 2008 15:43:57 GMT -5
I was demonstrating the ctrl + v game at a new forum and didn't want to paste the game again, lol.
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Post by Simon Tam on Apr 18, 2008 17:17:45 GMT -5
Libby had never understood this obsession that some people had with a person’s blood purity; surely their worth as a witch or wizard should be judged by their prowess with the wand, or at Potions, or something that could be seen and was of use to the world, and not by whether their parents had been magical or not. It was like saying that the only people who were able to participate in a music club, for example, were those with blonde hair; no matter if the brunette was the best piano player since Mozart, or the red-headed boy had the most amazing voice and knew some amazing bands. They were cutting off their own noses to spite their faces, and it was not only wrong and unfair, but completely ridiculous. How did they expect the wizarding race to ever prosper if only those born to two magical parents were allowed status? Some of the best people Libby knew were muggleborn – Aaron was, and there was no-one quite like him, and so were lots of other people in her year and beyond – and what was wrong with that? Absolutely nothing. Your parenting didn’t automatically give you a role in society. Would some of the great leaders of the world have ever got to where they were if they could only be what their parents were? What would have happened if their parents were road sweepers, or nurses? They wouldn’t have got anywhere. You couldn’t choose your parents, just like you couldn’t choose to be a witch. It just happened.
Given the choice, Libby wasn’t sure she would have chosen to be a witch. She loved having magic, and the knowledge that there was this whole world than ordinary people did not know about, despite the war, and Hogwarts was her home…but she had never really felt like she fitted in. Perhaps it would have been easier if her sister wasn’t a muggle (although that was a fact that she wasn’t going to let Bellatrix know if she could help it; she was aware that the Death Eaters were killing innocent muggles now, and she didn’t want to put her sister in any danger), because being separated from Charity had been the hardest thing Libby had ever done, and it had certainly had its consequences for her emotional state. It might have made her stronger too, and it had certainly made her less dependent, but it hadn’t helped her confidence. Charity had been the one person who had been able to make Libby feel good about herself, and who had stood up for her when things had become bad. Maybe she’d got past that now, with help from the friends she had eventually made, and maybe she still reverted to dependence on her sister when she went home. Had her sister been a witch too, even if she was in a different house, Libby was certain that she wouldn’t have had nearly so many doubts. As it was…she couldn’t change what she was, and she didn’t want to, but having the choice might have been nice.
It didn’t seem that there was a lot of choice in the world. You didn’t choose to be a witch or wizard, but after that, you didn’t choose which house you wanted to be in (although Libby had to admit that that was a good thing, and she was very happy being a Hufflepuff), you didn’t choose which classes you took until your fifth year, and even then it was a choice that was limited by your strengths. You didn’t choose whether or not you got targeted by Death Eaters, or whether you got involved in the war – if you had any sense of what was right and wrong, the side you were for became immediately obvious. And then, if the war culminated in a big battle, you didn’t choose whether you were hurt, lived or died. It was possible that dying in a battle, for the good of something, was better than the thoughts Libby had been having of death, but even so…you couldn’t help it if you weren’t much use on a battle scene. Libby knew that she would be completely hopeless, but unless she really lost her grip on life, she was still going to try. She owed it to Harry, to the DA, to Hogwarts. She hadn’t been entirely useless in the DA, after all, and she had managed to master wordless spells well, which worked in her favour, considering her problems. And if she died helping to over come He Who Must Not Be Named, then, well, it was better than killing herself. Although that was still very much an option.
Libby shook her head. She didn’t want to argue with Bellatrix Lestrange, because aside from the fact that she wasn’t exactly the most verbose person and generally hated talking, it was quite likely that any disagreement would end in pain, and she wanted to avoid that as much as possible. After all, it already felt like her insides had been ripped out, she didn’t need physical pain too. However…the woman’s ideas were just stupid. How were they not real witches and wizards? Couldn’t they do magic just as good as, if not better than, a pureblood? Libby could think of many people who might have been from age-old wizarding families but who were what could only be classed as a terrible wizard. “That’s…ludicrous,” Libby whispered, shuffling nervously in her seat as she fumbled for the right word, knowing that silence would have been the best option here, and her fear the reason that her voice had not risen above a whisper.
“Why are they a d-danger?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady while also sounding interested; if she could understand why You Know Who’s followers were anti-Muggles and Muggleborns, then perhaps it would be easier to avoid saying the sort of thing that would bring a curse shooting out of Bellatrix’s wand. She’d experienced that before, and it was with a shudder and a fearful glance at the woman’s wand that she recollected it. She didn’t like the direction this conversation was going in one bit, but she knew she had to find out, all the same. Would it be useful? Who knew. “If…if they are not r-real w-wizards, surely they p-pose n-no threat?” If asking questions would stop Libby being hurt in someway, or saying something of importance, without completely filling her with fear, then it could only be a good thing. Or at least a relatively decent one. Libby didn’t seem to have many good things in her life.
---- A post on another site.
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Post by Lawman on Apr 24, 2008 15:27:13 GMT -5
squee the above
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Post by Jayne Cobb on May 1, 2008 11:30:23 GMT -5
Don't remember, actually. Must have copied it yesterday.
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