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Post by Ultimate Commando on Jan 13, 2004 15:31:34 GMT -5
my stats r in my sig lets get to the battle!
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Post by Darth Vader on Jan 13, 2004 15:32:54 GMT -5
i agree
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Post by Darth Vader on Jan 13, 2004 15:33:31 GMT -5
Let's Battle!!!
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Post by Ultimate Commando on Jan 13, 2004 15:33:56 GMT -5
0 0 0 C C C C 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 C C C 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 C 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 C 0 0 0 0 0 0
the map
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Post by Darth Vader on Jan 13, 2004 15:34:47 GMT -5
ok
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Post by Darth Vader on Jan 13, 2004 15:36:29 GMT -5
who goes first?
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Post by Ultimate Commando on Jan 13, 2004 15:38:41 GMT -5
0 0 0 C C C C 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 B 0 0 0 0 0 C C C 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 C A 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 C 0 0 0 0 0 0 im a ur b i go first
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Post by Ultimate Commando on Jan 13, 2004 15:40:01 GMT -5
0 0 0 C C C C 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 B 0 0 0 0 0 C C C 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 C A 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 C 0 0 0 0 0 0
incredibly sorry dv were changing the rules a bit so the battle is off until further notice
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Post by Darth Vader on Jan 13, 2004 15:40:19 GMT -5
ok
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Post by Gregory Greene on Dec 31, 2010 15:08:37 GMT -5
During the early part of the 21st century, the world changed. I was a child when those changes began, and I saw them happening.
My name is Gregory Greene, and this is the story of my trip around the world. Many Australians make one; mine turned out to be more interesting than most.
When I was a small child, there was a lot of happiness around me. Then the weather turned quite perverse. Droughts and floods alternated; the topsoil disappeared and was often replaced with wind-blown desert sand. The farmers around our little town in southern New South Wales gave up and left the land. Family farming, as well as shore-based fishing and other ways of supporting yourself and your family through primary production, became impossible to regular people all over the world. Instead, the big, multinational corporations we call agribusiness took over the entire food supply chain. What they made humanity eat can only be called overpriced junk food.
Surprisingly fast, people got used to this. Among those just a few years younger than I there were many who had never seen food prepared at home and who didn't know how to eat with a fork and a knife. The former farmers and fishermen eventually found other ways of supporting themselves, but the Great Drought, as we called the many years of bad weather, left a fundamental change: nobody could survive without money anymore.
Water scarcity was another big problem. Nations went to war over water. In the end, household water went the same way as food: the multinational beverage industry took over the remaining freshwater supplies as well as most public water works. The water supply improved in some places, but only where consumers could afford high enough prices to allow for investments in addition to the necessary profits paid to investors.
A series of natural disasters introduced humanity to nuclear winter. There was a huge earthquake in the Mediterranean that triggered violent eruptions of the volcanoes in the area. Three different bodies—two comet fragments and a small asteroid—fell from the sky within the span of a few years, causing global darkness and toxic fallout that poisoned water supplies. One of the comet fragments fell in the Atlantic and sank a third of the world's ships. The aftermath of the asteroid impact in western Africa included a plague of mutated locusts that attacked people with a scorpion-like sting. There was so much unrest that people everywhere begged their governments to abolish civil rights so everyone could feel safer.
By this time, I was a young engineer working for a multinational company in Sydney. My job was fascinating—I was the contingency planning coordinator for the entire Australian operation—but increasingly, I began feeling that I was the only sane person among the younger employees. Most of my contemporaries seemed to live in a virtual world and had no interest in nature or any aspect of survival. I was one of the few that still enjoyed outdoor life, sailing, and the Army Reserve.
A few years before my trip began, the European Union elected a new president that was made to order for those who preferred safety over freedom. For years Europeans had been clamoring for strong leadership; now they had a man they began calling the Leader. There had been a war in the Middle East: Russia, Iran, Libya, and Sudan had attacked Israel but had lost nearly their entire force. The Leader negotiated a peace that seemed miraculous: Israel was allowed to build a new temple just south of and below Temple Mount, where two of Islam's holiest buildings are located. Israel's Muslim neighbors agreed to let the Temple operate for seven years, after which there would be an evaluation and a new agreement.
Australia was still far removed from most of this political trouble, and back home in Sydney, I continued to enjoy my work. One of my conservative quirks was that I insisted on using a travel agent to arrange my business trips. My company had a contract with one of the remaining Sydney travel agencies, and while many of our staff ignored this and booked their tickets themselves via the Internet like most people had been doing for years, I always made a point of calling or visiting the travel agency whenever I was planning a trip. I got good service and traveled in comfort, just like our senior management.
One day I asked my charming travel agent, Laura, out for lunch. Our meal dragged on, and I became more and more fascinated by her. Afterwards, we walked through Hyde Park, down Pitt Street, and past Circular Quay to The Rocks, Sydney's Old Town. By the time we had wandered about The Rocks for a while, it was time for dinner. At sunset, we walked across the Sydney Harbour Bridge, and, exhausted, got on the Underground at Milsons Point. It had been a perfect day and a perfect evening.
Laura was more than just a superb travel agent and a gorgeous young woman. She had the prettiest smile and a way of looking at you with her big, brown eyes that made you feel there was nothing and no one else in the world that mattered to her just then. She made you trust her completely, and before I knew it, I had told her my life's story and everything else I could think of, as well. Much later I was to find out that she acted as a similar sounding board for many of the people she met, and that, actually, it was a very heavy ordeal for her. Keeping her eyes opened so wide gave her a headache, and the mental strain of sharing people's deepest pains and secrets was a drain on her energies.
Laura was a natural psychiatrist, without the formal training of one, and while her "clients" walked away relieved and refreshed, Laura was left to bear the burden of all those confidences. Some of the people she helped, I later learned, would become her friends; others were embarrassed at having bared themselves to a stranger, and would turn against her, often quite viciously. This was terribly unfair to her, as she never gossiped and had, in fact, gone out of her way to do the person a service, but she always overcame her disappointment at such rejection.
Laura tended not to become too attached to people. As intensely as I had come to like her, I might have remained just another of her casual acquaintances. But I had my own ideas and persisted in courting her, and, in time, she came to consider me a not unwelcome part of her regular surroundings.
It turned out that Laura and I shared many interests, and during the summer that followed, we did a lot of sailing and bush walking together. Laura was one hundred percent a woman, and soon had me securely wrapped around her finger, which I didn't mind at all. All the same, she was incredibly thoughtful and unselfish, and while she clearly liked having a big, strong man at her disposal that would do anything she wished, she also always had my interests foremost in her mind, and did nothing except what was best for all involved. Her ability to weigh all factors affecting a situation and think of long-term consequences put me, as a contingency planner, to shame, but if I tried to learn how she did it, she'd just shrug me off. This was something she did instinctively as a woman.
Laura was, at the same time, a mother figure, a sensuous woman, and a little girl. She could be totally vulnerable or hard as flint, as the situation demanded. She would get utterly absorbed in whatever she was doing, but in the process, she could put on any kind of face like an actress. Her style and taste were of a royal kind. Laura got whatever she wanted from authorities, vendors, and professionals; she had immense courage and was impossible to ignore.
Laura's keen sense of smell would end up doing wonders for my personal hygiene. Her hearing was incredibly acute, as was her peripheral vision. She always knew what was going on; she could tell what people across a noisy room were talking about, could see and smell what substances a person might have been addicted to, could predict the lines TV and movie actors and actresses were going to say at every stage of a plot. Laura could read people's minds, and, apparently, she felt this was quite normal, for when she wished for something for herself, she often didn't say anything, preferring that you surprised her by thinking of it on your own.
As we compared experiences and went places, I found out that Laura had survival skills of every kind: she could bargain in the market, she could grow her own food and raise her own animals, and she was a superb cook. I adored her and thought of her as the best companion I could ever have. I was in love.
Following a marvelous summer with Laura, I was faced with a difficult decision. I had been saving up for a vacation for a long time, and, after nine years of working for my employer, I thought the time was right to go. I wanted to travel around the world without a specific itinerary, like so many young Australians before me, and learn all I could from mingling and living with people in many parts of the globe. The political developments in Europe at the time made me want to leave sooner rather than later, but I felt terrible about going without Laura. In her usual sovereign manner, Laura settled the matter for me.
"You go alone, Gregory," she said. "Meeting people is much easier when you're on your own: a couple always turns toward each other and tends to put outsiders off. I get all the free travel I can use: when you come to a place where you want to stay for a while and you feel like seeing me, give me a call and I'll be there."
Laura made all the sense in the world, and I felt great. Then she ruined it all by looking at me with her "little girl" expression, snuggling up to me, and saying, "I'll miss you."
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Post by Bear on Jul 30, 2012 12:06:47 GMT -5
(awesome banner made by *Wildfire*wild1 )
[Logo made by Amber Blaze]
to get to our website, type: thesightmovie.webs.com in the address bar
Welcome to The Sight movie. It was going to be called the sight the movie, but that's a lot of "the" It is going to take lots of patience, hard-work, and maybe some cake. Forget what I said about the cake. But seriously, it will all be worth it at the end. There will be a webstie soon but I'm still working on it. We will need lots of people for different jobs. If you have any questions, ask me or the co-director (who is not been decided yet). Let's get started!
Jobs
_______________________________________________________________________________________ Director~(they are in charge of keeping everything in order)
head director-Creekflower script director- art director- animating director-2010Iceflight
_______________________________________________________________________________________ Co-director~(helps director and is in charge when director is gone)
Thunderlake
_______________________________________________________________________________________ script writers~(reads lines from book and shortens them into a script. MUST HAVE THE BOOK AND DO AT LEAST 2 CHAPTERS!
Creekflower Lilybee Nightfrost7147 ☁ я α ι η ѕ т σ я м ☁ 2010Iceflight Nightstar of Thunder Clan ❂є๓๒єгรยภร❂ -gяαуѕтяιρєfαи101-
_______________________________________________________________________________________ script editors~{revise script and make it better)
Creekflower ☁ я α ι η ѕ т σ я м ☁ ❂є๓๒єгรยภร❂
_______________________________________________________________________________________ animators~(animate movement)
Duskfeather of FireClan 2010Iceflight
clean up animators~animate transition movements to make it smoother)
_______________________________________________________________________________________ cat artists~(color and shade cats)
Tawnysteps Whinyface
_______________________________________________________________________________________ background artists~(color and shade backgrounds)
jayfeather112
_______________________________________________________________________________________ story boarders~
Creekflower
_______________________________________________________________________________________ editors~(put the movie and voices together)
Creekflower
_______________________________________________________________________________________ music finders~(find music and the name and artist who wrote it)
Creekflower Official Jayfeather Poppywave Thunderlake
suggestions~
none yet!
_______________________________________________________________________________________ SFX~(find or make sound effects)
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