TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-911)
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
"I have a dream!" and once he did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores
A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not"
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me"
Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must
Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '45
The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow -- but I don't see fear."
"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone.
All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven
Author UNKNOWN
well, there's this band i support whose name is Parental Advisory. i follow them to shows, support them, and promote in addition to taking LOTS of piccies =3 so i finally did something constructive with the pictures
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7wYVWijQ38
im proud considering this is my first video using microsoft movie maker. whatcha think? =3
It was for English class, short story. I was happy with it, and everyone seemed to like it, so 'ere we go.
I've always been troubled by dreams. Not the usual bowel loosening nightmares, nor the creepy, almost movie-like suspenses. My dreams are much worse. Much more real. I doubt that everyone who had them would agree, but they're my dreams, and that's what I'm saying.
They began when I was 13. At the time I didn't know them for what they were. I could never remember them, but every morning, waking up would be accompanied by a sense of loss so profound it hurt me. Things changed from there. Those dreams faded away to the normal fantasies of an overactive 13 year old. Girls and sports, mostly.
It accelerated slowly from there. At 15 and 16 I could remember them, which made my social life awkward and somewhat pathetic. For hours I'd lay in bed and fight sleep. By the age of 19 I was dreaming them every night. They're probably the cause of my insomnia.
I'd often try and puzzle out what it was that caused these dreams of mine. Whether it was a childhood incident, long since repressed in the halls of my subconcious, or if I angered some spiteful diety. For a year it became an obsession. I saw hypnotists who specialized in repressed memories, and I researched Gods who operated in dreams.
Then I had an epiphany. No God could touch me, I was out of their domain, for our faith is their power, and I have none. Any buried childhood memories mattered not, for it was my problem to deal with. The cause was immaterial.
The dreams, my friend. All the horror and pain of 9/11 hidden behind a disguise as beautiful as Jessica Alba. There's nothing like them. Nothing like the perfect life in them. Everything is perfect. I'm perfect. The perfect house, the perfect job, the perfect life, the perfect girl. And there is where the trouble lies.
The perfect girl, a thought long pondered, from adolescents too young to spend a night away from their parents, to men so old their grandchildren have children. Well I've found her, or my version of her. She lies in my dreams. There's no use describing her to you, my tongue is a crude tool I fear. However, the dreams bring with them a sweetness. A sweetness so great it is soul-searing agony in itself. That is my fgear, my only wish is for them to stop.
Letting his surprise visitor out, John wondered why he told him the truth about the dreams. Was it madness? He pondered. He felt tired, sleep was coming. Had to escape sleep. John stumbled to his medicine cabinet, to find it empty. Had to escape sleep. He looked desperately around for a pill to keep him awake. Had to escape sleep. He spotted his open window. Had to escape sleep. That was his only thought as his body flew out of the balcony of his apartment and into the traffic below. Had to escape sleep.
*sneaks up behind Janie and wispers into her ear*
I'm the one you should look out for the most...
I am the dark angel of Khorne,
Herald to the Blood God,
Brigner of Fear,
Slayer of Souls,
Eater of Noobs...
I am GRX and from one of my six mouths I will devour you whole...
. . . *looks at everyone* What?
*edit*
I think I scared away another noob.
Here are some more Final Fantasy and Misc. sigs I've made recently...I know I make a lot of them, but I just really love the art, that and I need to practice if I'm going to go to art school. That and I just keep coming up with more and more ideas lol. Oh yeah, if anyone wants to use any of these, just ask and I'll send you the url. All I ask is that you give me credit somehow, don't want no stealers.
Here's another Naruto sig!(free to use, PM me first. FIRST COME FIRST SERVE.) Did it with images from the Naruto Movie: Rescue the Snow Princess. Enjoy!
Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, I give you...the first chapter of the next Forum wars installment. Sorry for taking so long, but this is all I have so far. I hope you enjoy this tasty teaser.
Forum Wars Episode 3- Revenge of the Cracked Rhino
About 1 year ago within the wires and cables of DSL, there lived a land of prosper and peace, spam and viruses. This mighty land was known to all as...The World Wide Web, or WWW for short.
During this time, there lived a colony of peaceful going citizens within the Forum Land. These Forumers were known as the members of AC, hot-wired Big Wheelers hooked on the AC gas. These members of Forum Land roamed the World Wide Web for years. They ranted and orangekreiged under the watchful eyes of King Sledgstone and Queen Ladywriter.
Last Time on Forum Wars:
CGRH and Darth O’Malley were at each other’s throats, continuing to fight with such malicious tactics. The resonating plasma from the Bad Post Reporters were slashed everywhere as the fight for survival continued to unfurl.
“Should we help him?” Sabe asked.
“Yeah, it looks like he needs help,” BlitzZ agreed.
“Nah, that will just ruin the moment,” GFX said.
Suddenly, CGRH knocked the Bad Post Reporter out of Darth O’Malley’s hand.
“Oh, crap,” O’Malley said.
“This is the end for you, Darth O’Malley,” CGRH replied, swinging the sword straight through his neck, decapitating his head.
“Adios, bastard. Adios.”
“A little too mellow-dramatic, are we?” GFX asked.
“Can it, GFX!”
“All right,” Strider Hiryu said, “we managed to stop all the Clones, and psychotic freak here beheaded Darth O’Malley.”
“Thank you,” CGRH said.
“Wait, where’s King Sledgstone?” Dubird asked.
“And what about DX and Saiel?” Cabbit Girl wondered.
“I’ll give you two guesses, but you’re only going to need one,” Dubird replied.
* * *
Sledge was on the ground, trapped in a corner, with Lord Ridic Ulous in front of him, Trojan Virus Gatlin gun pointed right in his face.
“So much for King Sledgstone, huh, my friend?” Lord Ridic Ulous asked. All Sledgstone could do was inhale and exhale. No words could form. “Oh, well, now it your time to die…”
Then, the other warriors stormed in to find Lord Ridic Ulous about to kill King Sledgstone. When Lord Ridic Ulous turned the gun and himself around, it was all they could do but gasp.
“SON OF A BITCH!” GFX yelled.
“SON OF A BITCH!” BlitzZ gasped.
“MADRE de DIOS!” CGRH called.
With that, everyone looked at CGRH with confusion written all over his or her faces in blue ink.
“What?”
“You know,” GRX said, “that really doesn’t mean son of a bitch in Spanish.”
“Oh well. So what?”
“ENOUGH!” yelled Lord Ridic Ulous. However, under all that confusion, Sledge had gotten up and retrieved his sword. Just when he said, “Now before I kill your leader, I’ll kill all of you!” the sword was plunged into his heart, ending his rule.
“Well, at least we’re not a captain’s crew,” Sledge said.
“Why do you say that?” Vincent asked.
“Because if Columbus had this crew, the world would still be flat.”
***
Chapter 1: Turmoil
For a long while, after the destruction of the phpBB’s great fortress of non-happy fun time bad-ness, the Ancient Clan, or AC, lived in great turmoil. Now, they were back to where they started: a ruined kingdom with no server, no control, and on the verge of bankruptcy. All was destruction and chaos within the kingdom. Noobs ran around amuck with no rules to regulate their actions, and previous members, who were banned because of their stupidity, abused the system yet again. There were double posts, flame wars, triple posts, flame wars, and the most horrible of all…pornographic material…and more than triple posts. And the worst part of it all is…no one could stop them.
“Damn it!” yelled Sledgestone, as he pounded the table his comrades were sitting at. Things had gotten so out of control, Sledge decided to have a secret meeting with the original heroes of AC. It was all DX, GRX, or even GFX could do to calm their great ruler down. Not even the soft-spoken words of Queen Lady could cool his anger. Not to mention, the table wasn’t hard enough to hold such fierce pressure, and it broke into pieces.
“CRAAAAAP! Damn it, damn it, damn it…this is so damn stupid. Not even a freakin’ table can hold my anger. Damn it all! Damn it, damn it, damn it…”
“OMFG, guys,” GFX said as he stared at the now angry-chibi styled Sledge, the once cool-headed man they all knew and grew to accept as their ruler, who now has seemed to snap. “We have to figure out how to keep this madness within the Forum under control, and a tranquilizer gun for our cap here.”
“Well, the only way we can do that is if we got a new server to establish boundaries again,” Lady replied, “and I don’t think cyber-tranquilizers are on sale anyway. Not even eBay has those.”
“Woooooah…” the other three replied, “eBay doesn’t have cyber-tranquilizers!” It was all they could do to keep themselves from fainting under such nonsense.
“Oh great,” GRX said, “now there is no hope unless we do find a new server.”
“But with the destruction of the search program we had on the website, the only way we could ever get a new server is with one were to ominously appear right on our front doorstep and knock on the castle drawbridge,” DX exclaimed.
They then waited for about 5 minutes, but nothing happened.
“Oh well, it was worth a shot,” DX said, “I mean, it always works in the other stories.”
“Wait, there is another way,” Sledge said. The others did not even realize that he had gotten back under control, and they all jumped a few feet, but soon got back to their senses. “There is another part of this website no one knows about and we can use to find our new server.”
“Another part?” DX asked.
“Yes, and it was kept secret so it could not be touched by the wrong hands, for if used wrongly could mean the destruction of the Forum World itself. It was kept under our watch since no one would ever dare look here with our recent victories.”
“What is this place called, sir?” GFX asked.
“An area like no other. An area that could make the difference between being a man and a boy once you step inside. It is an area where no normal boundaries are set. It is where time is no obstacle, mind is no boundary, and all your wildest nightmares come true.”
“How could such a place exist?” GRX wondered.
“For the sole purpose of destruction. It was a prototype created by our first attempt of making a Forum World, but so much chaos broke out and all rules were broken that the project was immediately shut down and the world was sealed away, with all inhabitants still consumed by its darkness.”
“You locked them away? Why?” DX asked, but Sledge knew they were all wondering. Paranoia grew in their minds as they became more confused of this heinous feat.
“It was soon learned that the more time you spent in this world, the more your soul became tainted in a pool of sin. When our first members signed aboard, they were just your average people. But then, after a year or two, chaos began to ensue. The members began to make weird comments, and topics of oddity and injustice began popping up. Then, flame wars ceased. Their typing became more accurate. Plus, a couple of experts started decoding some of the messages that made no sense to us at all, and found them to be coded battle plans within the posts.”
The whole entire group, even Lady, began to become pale.
“However, we finally found out what happened. All of the members’ computers had been found with a virus. This virus was spread to all the members by the server, and we believe all the members got it when they logged on to the website. Now, these members are all nothing but mere zombies, controlled by this dangerous program within the old Forum.”
“Damn it, what is this place?” GFX asked. “What kind of world can be like this?”
“Only one,” replied Sledge. “Twilight Ancient Clan.”
The room became silent as the heroes tried to make sense of what they were just told. A world of zombified members. All controlled by the original server. Probably planning to attack a forum at anytime. And instead of it being destroyed, it was kept within boundaries for whatever reason. It was crazy.
“So,” GRX complied, “you want us to enter the Forum of hell and use the search program they have to find a new server for us so we can get this place under control.”
“In a nutshell, yes,” said Sledge, “and that was a great summary. Except, it can’t be all of you…”
“Um, say what?” GFX WTF’d.
“Well, we can’t risk all of you getting lost in the program, for we need as many heroes here in case they do decide to attack us now in our weakest state. So, I only want to send one of you. The other two will give guarding positions at the castle wall.”
“So, how do we decide?” DX asked.
“Simple, by drawing circuits.” Sledge then took out three circuits from his motherboard. “Whoever draws the shortest cord is the one who has to take the journey into Twilight AC.”
Well, all they could do was draw from Sledge’s hand one of the three circuits. After a few seconds of deliberation and deep thinking done by all, they picked from his hand. They then compared their straws to each other, and found out who was the shortest…none of them?!? With great expressions of WTF plastered onto them, they turned to Sledge for an answer.
“Oh, come on guys, do you really think I would only send one of you in? That’s homicidal on my part. You’re all going!”
ahahaha i have to share X'D
heres the peanut butter jelly time song:
http://www.youtube.com/?v=0Ds-1Cya8sc
and then crazy frog:
http://www.youtube.com/?v=m_c5MSUi2zw
ahahaha i have to share X'D
heres the peanut butter jelly time song:
http://www.youtube.com/?v=0Ds-1Cya8sc
and then crazy frog:
http://www.youtube.com/?v=m_c5MSUi2zw
CabbitGirl reacted to Flying_Monkey in TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN -unknown author
CabbitGirl got a reaction from Pchan in Parental Advisory (its the name of the band XD)
CabbitGirl got a reaction from Dubird in random art time
CabbitGirl got a reaction from Mimiru in eppy dancing OH NOEZ!