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Come see Craig and me at REDCATBefore I get to that, I'd like to thank everyone who came by and FLOODED my DA page with kind words, support and all sorts of love after I found out I wasn't to be included in the DVD commentary for Season 1 of MLP:FiM. I'm not sure yet why it happened, but hearing from so many people both here and at my Twitter assures me that I WON'T be forgotten when it comes to the adventures of a certain 6 fillies. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
So..... for all you Los Angelites (or anyone visiting right about now) my husband, Craig McCracken (creator of Powerpuff Girls, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends and Wander Over Yonder) and I will be speaking on a panel about "Life After College." The two of us and some other amazing graduates from
PewDieCry - Amnesia Ch. 1As the Swede walked slowly down the cold, long, corridor he listend for any slight noise. He didn't want a bro getting him, did he? As his lantern began to dim he filled it back up with oil. Just then, a door approched in his sight to the right of the corridor. He put his hand on the nob and slowly cracked it open, searching for anything inside. Once he knew it was safe, he opend it and walked inside. it was a lovely bedroom. He saw a wardrobe, a desk and.. "Mr. Chair!" He shouted gleefully. He ran over to Mr. Chair, hugging him. A human body started to form in his arms as Mr. Chair woke from chair mode. "Hello, PewDie." he said in his happy normal tone. Just then, PewDie heard a noice, from the bed. They looked over to see a figure sitting up.
As he sat up and stretched he look over at the two people sitting across the room. He jumped, relising they saw his face and he quickly grabbed his mask, slipping it on. "CRYYYYY" that famillar voice shouted. "Pewds!" he smiled noticing who
I love youThrough the goodness that we know
Through the cold and bitter snow
Even if this world will turn us insane
No matter how much pain
We will leave behind the problems of the past
Facing the future at a long last
New problems will surely arise
But when I look at your pretty eyes
That's the moment when I just know
Together we will always pull through
Because I love you
Understand "I see you don't understand the situation."
I don't understand. I can't understand. The pain you feel for such a person. I just can't. Even I don't understand why. Even though I don't know the whole situation, yet, I can't understand why.
"She's the first person I've opened up my heart to in such a long time."
She betrayed you. Threw you away like trash. You said this yourself and you still are loyal to her. Loyal to such a person. I try to understand but your logic isn't within my reach. It's frustrating but I try to understand.
I want to type the words out and send it to you, to comfort you and your broken soul. Even if it's to comfort you, to make it seem like there is someone out there in your reach, to understand you I can't lie in such a situation.
One Year...She bounced cheerfully along the corridors, not knowing just how shortly her happiness would stop. Her long hair swished by her waist and a happy smile was upon her face. As she rounded the corner a foot stuck out and tripped her.
Books flew everywhere as she fell far from gracefully to the ground. Hazel eyes blinked in confusion and then clouded with tears as the laughter and embarrassment rang into the depths of her ears.
Those she would have called friends, grinned down at her. They mocked her, they hurt her, they turned everyone against her. Or rather, she turned against everyone else. Loneliness on her horizon, she picked up her books and continued along the path. They were right; the first year of High School was absolutely terrible.
Upon arriving home that day, her sad and broken heart warmed a little. Flicking the switch for the computer to start, she sat on the chair to be taken away; taken away from the pain, the loneliness, the distrust, the paranoia and the depression.
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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