Angle MoonShadow

No opinion on next theme, but I LOVE the update.

Hands down RWBY

Ever been in love?

Pokemon FireRed.

or like, tag.

All the short answer. Duh. different questions vs one that I will struggle with.

 

Who are YOU?

Um. will he kill me if i do?

Defiantly on my to do list

1 hour ago, AniMeFReaK said:

This song is making me cry...it reminds me of one of the first boyfriend I had when I was around thirteen. He was older than me, being fifteen years old. Later, the school rumors told me that he had been cheating on me with "A", who was my underclassman (or girl in this case). It still hurts...

 

I LOVE this song!

This is literally the Theme song of my life.

Attack on Titan. I don't mind dying young.

@ItsSammy

Very emotional, and powerful in its own way. Keep up the good work!

 

On 12/30/2017 at 4:22 PM, Chad3332 said:

I'm writing a book called Centaur L.A.W.  Law stands for love and war.  Its a romantic epic fantasy about 2 married couples that fight in many wars. It has a very pro life and save the planet stance. Tell me what do you think?  

Sounds good to me what you got so far?

Nya~

Your fine! (and you on! pm me!)

23 hours ago, mechaBD said:

Would you go sky diving or bungee jumping?

Sky Diving into the ocean.... no parachute!

23 hours ago, SleepyLeoulf said:

Who do you look up to on AF? Just curious. 

Anyone active... why?

On 12/7/2017 at 12:15 AM, AniMeFReaK said:

Can a short play's script be considered my writing? If so, here's one I came up with:-

Plagiarism 

(audio: The Piano Sonata No. 16 In C Major)

Sb: Abraham Lincoln (February 12, 1809 – April 15, 1865) was an American statesman and-

(sound effect: record scratch)

Me: Stop, stop, stop, stop. Stop. You're plagiarizing, you know?

Sb: What does that mean?

Me: Well...

(audio: The Piano Sonata No. 16 in C Major)

Me: 

Plagiarism is the "wrongful appropriation" and "stealing and publication" of another author's "language, thoughts, ideas, or expressions" and the representation of them as one's own original work.[1][2]

Plagiarism is considered academic dishonesty and a breach of journalistic ethics. It is subject to sanctions like penalties, suspension, and even expulsion. Recently, cases of "extreme plagiarism" have been identified in academia.[3] The modern concept of plagiarism as immoral and originality as an ideal emerged in Europe in the 18th century, particularly with the Romantic movement.

Plagiarism is not in itself a crime, but can constitute copyright infringement. In academia and industry, it is a serious ethical offense.[4][5] Plagiarism and copyright infringement overlap to a considerable extent, but they are not equivalent concepts, and many types of plagiarism do not constitute copyright infringement, which is defined by copyright law and may be adjudicated by courts. Plagiarism is not defined or punished by law, but rather by institutions (including professional associations, educational institutions, and commercial entities, such as publishing companies).

Sb: Oh...I get it now. But...doesn't that mean that you're plagiarizing too?

Me: That's not plagiarizing! I'm giving credit!

Sb: No, you aren't.

Me: Yes, I am!! See?!

"Plagiarism is the "wrongful appropriation" and "stealing and publication" of another author's "language, thoughts, ideas, or expressions" and the representation of them as one's own original work.[1][2]

Plagiarism is considered academic dishonesty and a breach of journalistic ethics. It is subject to sanctions like penalties, suspension, and even expulsion. Recently, cases of "extreme plagiarism" have been identified in academia.[3] The modern concept of plagiarism as immoral and originality as an ideal emerged in Europe in the 18th century, particularly with the Romantic movement.

Plagiarism is not in itself a crime, but can constitute copyright infringement. In academia and industry, it is a serious ethical offense.[4][5] Plagiarism and copyright infringement overlap to a considerable extent, but they are not equivalent concepts, and many types of plagiarism do not constitute copyright infringement, which is defined by copyright law and may be adjudicated by courts. Plagiarism is not defined or punished by law, but rather by institutions (including professional associations, educational institutions, and commercial entities, such as publishing companies)."

Source: Wikipedia.

Me: See? I gave credit.

Sb: You bi-

Me: Biscuit.

The End

 

 

all writing is writing!

4 minutes ago, mechaBD said:

Cake or ice cream?

Depends on what kind of cake or ice cream, but most of the time, cake..... or cookies!

 

23 hours ago, SleepyLeoulf said:

What's your favorite flavor cookie?

Snicker-doodle

23 hours ago, mechaBD said:

What should I have for lunch? I have been trying to decide for the last 2 hours.

Well, this is a little late but..... I always play eny-meany-miney-moe

A place not only to ask me whatever Random questions you chose, but a place for you to come to me for free advice.

If some one said they could change your life, how would you react?

If someone contacted you, over the internet, (lets say on here) and said that if given the chance, they could change your life, what would do? How would you respond?

I feel like I would try to, then get slapped...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCpu3DfqKKg

Okay guys, this is why i haven't been on. I hope you are ready for this!

Prologue

Out of the almost nine billion life-sustaining planets in the Milky Way Galaxy, the last place that I thought I would end up as a STAN officer was Pillton-48. Pillton-48 is the one of the most disgusting, stinking, planets in all of explored space. When I graduated high school at the top of my class in 2236, I thought I knew what I was doing. At age 18, I joined the Military Academy. The Military Academy, located on the surface of an entire moon converted into a giant college for military personal. It also serves as the headquarters of the military, along with being the home and workplace of the Committee of Elders for the Democratic Republic of Allied Planets. With my scores on the entrance exams, I could have chosen to become anything. Eight years later, at age 26, I graduated from the Military Academy with the ranking of STAN; Special Tactics And Negotiations officer. Needed aboard every military spacecruiser, STAN officers had the final say over even the captain when it came to dealing with intelligent foreign beings. It was a grand dream, with results far less heroic.

Upon my graduation from the Military Academy, I was immediately given an assignment to work out a peace treaty with a warring group of Gurrians. Given that, what was I, a STAN officer, doing on one of the most rancid planets in the entire quadrant? Simple, my ship crashed. When the automatic pilot transport pod I was on went into a tailspin and crashed on an abandoned planet on day one, I had high hopes for myself and for my future. I thought that the Committee of Elders would quickly know what had happened and that I would be home in a couple of weeks, a few months at most. I may be on one of the many uninhabited planets in the galaxy, but I was important, I would be saved. That was day one. It’s now day 730, and I now can reflect back on how much of an idiot I was. This ordeal has taught me just how vulnerable and weak I really am.

I landed on one of the many dying islands that dot the planet’s surface. The only reason I have made it this long is because of “Base Camp”. One of the only things I recovered from the crash was a large inflatable tent with enough technology to keep me alive. The “Base Camp” is a staple on all transport pods and it literally saved my life. “Base Camp” is climate controlled, with air scrubbers, storage space for rations, and a solar-powered generator. That generator is the only thing that has kept me sane this entire time. There have been many nights I have been lulled into a fitful sleep by that generator’s steady, pulsing hum. But most of all, it charged my portal.

My portal is a curved device that fits onto my forearm. Its primary function was to record my daily logs and transmit them back to the Military Academy to be documented and evaluated. Unfortunately, my portal seemed to be recording my logs but unable to send out a signal. Still, I can’t tell you how many countless hours I have spent talking to my portal. On top of the actual daily logs, I have spent much of my free time here just talking to the thing like it was an old friend. I have told that little blinking recording light my life story, every dream I ever had, and about all sorts of other random things. I feel sorry for whoever happens to receive those logs if the signal ever goes through. Whoever it may be probably will think that I have gone completely crazy. When you think about it, you can’t blame me. I am the only intelligent life form on this rock. Who do you want me to talk to, the bacteria?

Most of the island is a smelly, sticky, swamp that is devoid of animal life. I couldn’t even get lucky enough to get eaten by an alien alligator to take me out of my misery. However there is evidence that life once flourished on this island. Rotting tree trunks, half immersed into the ground, suggest that plant life was once possible. Random vents dot the landscape, belching toxic gasses comprised of mainly methane. The insects, mostly beetle-like, have become anaerobic, surviving without any oxygen present in these vents.  Tar pits also are a key feature on the island. They seem to be super-heated by the planet’s core, as they are constantly boiling. Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of medium size animal bones in theses pits of boiling pitch. Another danger is the frequent quicksand traps. The freshwater ocean surrounding this island is a constant 110 degrees Celsius, I believe also to be heated by the planet’s core.  In my opinion, the planet is dead, and I was not fortunate enough to see it in its prime. It’s only a matter of time until the rapidly heating core causes a rupture so massive in the planet’s surface that no life will ever be possible.

Suddenly, my portal beeps at me, indicating that I have a message. It seems to be from the Military Academy. It has been a very long time since I have had any outside contact. I swipe my finger across it to answer the incoming call. Unfortunately, it was only an electronic letter. I click open and a message appears: “Officer Baker, if you are receiving this message, we would like you to know that your transmissions have been picked up by a passing cargo ship. The Committee of Elders was immediately notified of your situation. This is the SpaceCruiser Red-Tail, we have been sent by the Elders on a rescue mission to your current location. We urge you stay in your current location until our arrival.”

Once aboard the SpaceCruiser Red-Tail, I found out from one of the Commanding Officers on board that I had been presumed dead. My transport pod had gone missing and any signs of a wreckage were never found. According to the Officer, the cargo ship had been testing out a new long range frequency on the ship’s communicator when they intercepted my daily log transmissions from the past 2 years. Now, I was on my way back to the Military Academy and my desired career where I could be the STAN officer I had always wanted to be. As I looked out the port side window of this spacecruiser, I wondered what had happened with the peace treaty I was supposed to help negotiate. I wondered if I would be given an opportunity to receive another assignment in the near future. Would I be allowed to return to duty any time soon? Until then, I would be thankful that I would once again be able to speak with someone who could talk back to me and no longer just record what I had to say. I was finally going home.

 

 

Chapter 1

A few weeks later, back at the Academy, after a scalding hot shower, a shave, a clean uniform, and a hot meal, I could finally recognize myself in the mirror. Having several hours to kill before I was due to report in for my next assignment, I decided to head to the common room to see what I had missed in the last two years on Pillton-48. I sat down on a couch next to the wall, leaned back my head, and pretended to be asleep. Before long, the cadets, with classes over for the day, began to wander in. Many were talking about Academy life, such as training drills, Major So-and-So, homework, and tests, among other things. All of a sudden, I felt a light, quick tap on my knee.

“Excuse me Sir,” said a timid voice, “may I sit next to you, Sir? All of the other seats are taken.” I opened my eyes to see a pile of books talking to me. Actually, it was a Dwarviene girl holding a stack of books nearly as tall as her. Dwarvienes are a humanoid race native to Chinsum-22. Their average height is a small four feet tall. Not known for their intelligence, it was a surprise to see one here at the Military Academy, much less one with so many books.

“Sure, not a problem.” I replied, as I moved over to make more room. She sighed with relief, then set her books down beside me, obviously tired from carrying such a heavy load.

“What is your name, Sir?” she asked, looking out at the full common room before us.

“STAN Officer Brian, and yours, cadet?” Nearly falling off of the couch at my reply, she stood up, cheeks red from embarrassment, and saluted me.

Then in typical military volume, shouted, “Cadet Lillian Bok, Sir!” This display attracted the attention of several cadets around us who, finally noticing the ranking symbols on my uniform, saluted. I gave them the sign for at-ease; two fingers pointed at the ground from my waist. Relieved, they quickly went back to their conversations.

“You can drop the formalities for now, we are not on duty here.”

“T-Thank you, Sir.” she stammered, in a calmer voice now. She sat beside me again, but her posture was more rigid, and her entire face had flushed into a deep crimson from her embarrassment. Her reaction can be understood. Any other senior officer would have treated her, a cadet, as an underling. And being a mutt, the general term humans use to describe any non-human race, she would have been treated like filth. While against military law, discrimination against mutts was common.

I looked at her, then asked, “That is a lot of books. How many classes are you taking?”

“Fifteen!” she said excitedly, “I know that a full load is only five, but I’m trying to graduate early. I want to become an engineer. In fact, actually, today I’m,” she paused, then suddenly asked, “Say! Why are you here? Aren’t STAN officers supposed to be on spacecruisers?”

“I actually just got back from a planet called Pillton-48. I was stranded there for two years, but now I am here to get my new assignment in a couple of hours. But you sounded like something good was going on today with you too. What is going on?”

“Well, you see, I’m actually supposed to be given an intern assignment in a couple of hours! It’s such an honor!” she said excitedly, then hurriedly explained, “I am to be assigned underneath a STAN officer, like yourself, aboard a Class One Military Explorer spacecruiser, where after a year of service, I’ll get automatically promoted to a Tier three engineer!”

“Tier three is a big jump from a Tier one cadet for only one year.” I said, slightly in awe of how smart this girl truly must have been. “Well, I guess two years given you have to have been here at the Academy for at least one year. But still, do you think that you will be ready?”

“I know I will be ready. I know that Dwarvienes like me are not known for being very smart, but I’ve wanted to graduate from the Military Academy since I was a young girl. This is who I am. I have to succeed.”

After talking to Lillian for the next hour or so, I found out nothing dramatic had changed since my stay on Pillton-48, and she decided to go put her books away and make sure all of her bags were packed for her year-long internship. After she left, I began to wander down to Conference room-6B, the place where I was to receive my next assignment. When I got there, I still had fifteen minutes until I was needed, so I sat in one of the chairs out in the hall. There were several other people sitting in the chairs around me. Across from me sat two Engels, their pure white wings tucked carefully behind them. By the way they were sitting next to each other, and how they were holding hands, I would have said that they were a couple. Next to them sat a man, human I assumed, reading out of a health magazine. Given the way he was dressed, he appeared to be a doctor. Beside me, on my right, sat two young Sphinx women, the large cat-like ears on the top of their heads twitching as they listened to things inaudible to the rest of us. As I was looking around, to my astonishment, I saw Lillian running down the hall. When she reached me, she looked down at the paper in her hand, looked at me, then looked around in confusion. “STAN Officer Brian, Sir? Is everyone here waiting for Conference room-6B?”

“I think so, although I wasn’t expecting so many people, usually assignments are given one at a time. But you’re right on time; they could be ready for us at any moment.”

Suddenly, a girl poked her head out of the Conference room door. “Everyone here to receive their next assignment, the Elder will see you now.” None of us said a word as we walked into the room, and the atmosphere became charged with tension. Elders, as the senators of the Democratic Republic of Allied Planets, were to be respected, even feared. The Elder was a short, fat, bald man with a surprisingly kind face. Next to him stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was dressed in a captain’s uniform, and she held herself in a way that not only conveyed kindness, but demanded respect. I must have been staring, because she gave me a small smile as Lillian purposely stepped on my foot. All of us that had been waiting stood in a line next to each other in front of the Elder and the woman standing next to him. We all snapped to attention as the Elder cleared his throat.

“Hello, my name is Elder Kyle. I have gathered you all here today in order to give you your next assignment. But before we get to that, let’s make sure we all know who you will be working with. This lovely lady standing next to me will be your captain.” The woman stepped forward, smiled warmly at each of us, and then said, “My name is Captain Raven Violet, but you may refer to me as Captain Raven. My spacecruiser, the Luna, might be small for a Class One Military Explorer spacecruiser, but she is fast and has been with me through all sorts of encounters. I hope that we all work well together and complete our assignment without any trouble at all.”

“Thank you, Captain,” said the Elder, “Now, is the STAN officer present?”

“I stepped forward and said, “Yes Sir. My name is STAN Officer Brian Baker.” The Elder nodded his head in approval, so I stepped back.

“All right, now let’s see,” said the Elder, “I assume that the two of you are the Commanding Officers. Am I right?” the Elder asked as he pointed a small chubby finger at the two Engels.

The first of the Engels said, “You assume correctly, Elder Kyle. My name is Michael Gordan, and this is my wife, Heather.”

“Thank you, Commanding Officer Michael. Now, who is the pilot?” asked the Elder, smiling kindly once again. One of the young women who appeared to be Sphinx stepped forward.

“That would be me. My name is Bast.” She said, her yellow, cat-like eyes gleaming. “And before you ask,” she reached behind her and pulled forward the other young woman, “her name is Cleo. She is the Mechanic, and she doesn’t talk to anyone but me, so if you need something from her, you had better come to me first.” The other woman had her head hung down and her cat-like ears laid back, obviously embarrassed by her friends brashness.

“Thank you, Bast, and thank you for introducing us to Cleo.” said the Elder, with a bit of scorn in his voice. “Now, I trust we have a doctor. Do we not?” The man that had been reading the health magazine stepped forward.

“My name is Sebastian Hardnest. I am pleased to meet each and every one of you.” As he spoke, he gazed directly at the Captain, aiming every silky word directly at her. Her usually warm smile disappeared, and she quickly looked away from him. The doctor stepped back, his eyes never leaving her.

The Elder cleared his throat, then said, “Cadet Lillian Bok, would you please step forward?” She did, looking around nervously. The Elder then said, “Cadet, you are hereby assigned as an intern aboard the Spacecruiser Luna, where you will complete one year of service. In return, at the end of your internship, you will be automatically promoted to a Tier three engineer. Your supervisor will be STAN Officer Brian. I suggest you get to know, trust, and respect him accordingly” Lillian nodded, turned and smiled at me, then stepped back in line.

“Now,” said the Elder, “for your assignment. You are heading for Bentick-26, an uninhabited planet about two weeks journey from here. There has been a distress signal picked up from the planet’s surface, but that signal does not match any Military spacecruiser on record. Your assignment is to determine the origin of this signal, then report back for further instructions. You are to leave at eight o’clock tomorrow morning. Until then, I suggest that you get prepared and get plenty of rest. You are dismissed.”

As we walked out, Lillian immediately caught up with me. “Yay, my first assignment! I’m so glad we had already met, Sir! This way, we don’t have to go through those awkward meeting-your-boss kind of things.”

Suddenly, I heard a voice call out my name. “STAN Officer Brian, may I speak with you for a moment?” I turned around to see the Captain walking towards me, and I immediately forgot how to speak.

“I, um, yeah. Uh, sure, I mean.”

She stopped in front of me then said, “I look forward to working with you on this assignment. As I understand it, we should be working together quite often, so I hope that you are as good as your file says you are.”

                “Wait a second! Why have you been reading my file?” I asked, utterly stunned.

“As a captain, I always review the files of those who will be serving with me.” Suddenly she caught the eye of the doctor, Sebastian, walking towards us. “I have to go!” she said, with panic in her voice, then quickly walked away. When he saw that the Captain had left, Sebastian quickly changed direction, and walked away.

“You like her, don’t you?” I started, then looked down. I had quite forgotten Lillian had been there the whole time.

“Don’t be absurd, she is our captain, and I feel nothing of the sort like you are implying.” I said.

“You are so see-through, it’s like you are a window!” Lillian giggled, then said, “Whatever then, but I think Sebastian likes her too.”

“I don’t think she feels the same way. But I don’t blame her; something seems off about that guy.” I said as we began walking again.

Lillian looked up at me, then said, “Stop worrying about it so much. Tomorrow we start our adventure, and I can’t wait!”

Pandora, I typed in night, and It was one of the results, loved it ever since!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCpu3DfqKKg

 

HOW THE HECK DO I POST AN ACTUAL VIDEO!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?

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