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First Time in the Golden Land Link to the Past. The first Zelda game I ever defeated. I can go on and on about how influential this game was for me. In fact, I think I will.

It was my seventh grade school year. Like most children my age, I hated school. I went to a particularly terrible one at that, so anything closing in on intellectual stimulation was sparse. The lack of quality in late nineties Los Angeles public schools is another topic though. Needless to say, I tossed aside all thoughts of school the moment I walked through my door and tossed my backpack aside.

Clearly I didn't need the excuse, but every day for two weeks I left the pages of my homework alone and
I Sail On Against the wind I hold true
Myself, the world, the ocean, blue
Over the sea on which I float
The cold of the night, a black overcoat
Not the faintest of light reaches my eyes
Rain splatters down, and cold winds rise
This broken ocean, I sail along
waves of doubt, and decisions made wrong
but I breathe and I strive
One day I'll arrive
A faint light will grow
above the ripples and rows
The sea remains blue, but I sail on
Beyond the waves, a light calls eternal, and I sail on
Dead Heat blurb Joshua Davis is a jaded detective living in 1940s Los Angeles. Drunk and on his last few dollars, things are looking down until he takes a case from an odd young woman, Katherine Andrews. Her husband, a government scientist, has gone missing after a series of odd changes in his behavior. The only stipulation is that Katherine wants to take on the case with him. Joshua reluctantly takes her offer, and together the pair will unravel a deadly mystery simmering beneath the burning heat of the city.

Creatures are appearing in the shadows, their dead eyes filled with sorrow and loss. They can not be reasoned with, and are becoming increasingly pow
PnP - View From a New World The place that I stride
under a stirring night sky
The new world wide
and trees reach high
The stars up above
in intricate swirls
Alien patterns
above perilous hills
This land that I view
where waves crash far
uniting sea blue
Sand touching the stars
The opening dawn
of the first day
ignites the land
with every sun's ray
Forgetful His memory faded in and out, everything was an odd smattering of thoughts and visions, but nothing was stable. It was pitch black, and for the life of him, he didn't know if this was happening in his mind, or right before his eyes.

Harold awoke to find himself in a familiar place.

"Hello Harold." came a distant, monotone voice, "I imagine you aren't too excited to see me right now. I was, of course, hoping you had gotten better for good as well, and expected never to see you again either Harold."

As Harold's eyes began to focus, and his senses began to effectively relay information to his brain once again, he found himself placed in a very

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Comedy article!? Unbelievable. I hope no one gets offended. Jokes people! Jokes!

Anyway, I actually plan on changing this around a lot to turn it into a kind of satirical series of articles. Something hipster like that.

I think I get a few good jokes in though, so I decided to upload this version. Enjoy.
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~Kattuccino Feb 16, 2011
Sudden-onset acute Hipsterphobia, characterized by quickened pulse, sweat, and the appearance of one or more brightly-colored regions in a given head of hair is a medically recognized condition known as 'hipsteria'.
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ZWeather Shells clattered againt the sidewalk, echoing through the empty streets as bullet after bullet lodged within the undead creature. The sixth that had crossed my path today, a new record for this time of Fall. Normally, they only took one clean shot to the head to go down, but with my aim, it was best not to count on that. This was unfortunate, since my ammunition money was long gone, and today I was going through bullets quicker than ever.

The zombie hit the floor with the weight of a dead tree as I pulled the trigger one more time. After a few nervous moments, once the body had stopped writhing and twitching, I knelt down and took off my bacZWeather by ~genoboost
The Thirteenth Floor  "Those monsters!" Murphy said in bewilderment, with a tinge of fear in his voice.

After a moment of silence, Reginald spoke up, "What about us, man! We played by the rules, We didn't get in anybodies way, and now look at us! We won't make it through the day with the supplies we have left! How could they just leave us here like this? Thank God I brought this suicide pill-"

With all the contempt and disgust I could muster, I reared my arm back and slapped Reginald's hand, sending the red and white pill across the room.

"That pill cost fifteen hundred dollars!" Reginald cried as the pill flew into the distance.

Before he could try to reThe Thirteenth Floor by ~genoboost
Hipsterphobia by ~genoboost
First Time in the Golden Land Link to the Past. The first Zelda game I ever defeated. I can go on and on about how influential this game was for me. In fact, I think I will.

It was my seventh grade school year. Like most children my age, I hated school. I went to a particularly terrible one at that, so anything closing in on intellectual stimulation was sparse. The lack of quality in late nineties Los Angeles public schools is another topic though. Needless to say, I tossed aside all thoughts of school the moment I walked through my door and tossed my backpack aside.

Clearly I didn't need the excuse, but every day for two weeks I left the pages of my homework alone and First Time in the Golden Land by ~genoboost
I Sail On Against the wind I hold true
Myself, the world, the ocean, blue
Over the sea on which I float
The cold of the night, a black overcoat
Not the faintest of light reaches my eyes
Rain splatters down, and cold winds rise
This broken ocean, I sail along
waves of doubt, and decisions made wrong
but I breathe and I strive
One day I'll arrive
A faint light will grow
above the ripples and rows
The sea remains blue, but I sail on
Beyond the waves, a light calls eternal, and I sail onI Sail On by ~genoboost
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