What's Wrong with the World? by bmanschiro, literature
Literature
What's Wrong with the World?
Who am I?
I want that question answered.
All I know is what people have shaped me to be. For most of my life Ive been crafted out of other peoples mistakes.
Why?
Why are people so intent on changing who you are?
What happened to individuality?
You arent cool if you dont wear the clothes everyone is wearing
If your friends dont like who you like, they stop being friends
Our entire lives have been screwed over by trends.
Todays kids are going to end up with all of the problems the adults are making.
Who gets stuck with a planet slowly melting?
We do.
And there isnt a thing we ca
World Ends With You FanFic ch1 by bmanschiro, literature
Literature
World Ends With You FanFic ch1
Day One
The Reapers Game
Saijin Kage awoke with a start, sprawled out on the floor. Saijin was an odd kid, scrawny and pale, average height for his age, fifteen. The boy struggled to his feet after picking up his cracked designer glasses off the floor. He swore loudly; half the frame was gone on one side. So much for the 500 dollars he had saved up for the frames. There went three years worth of allowance.
A quick look around showed Saijin that he was on the sidewalk next to a huge building, on one corner of a busy intersection, filled with at least a thousand people. Same crowds, same people, same buildings. Yep, as one of Tokyo
Subspace Emmisary - Other Side by bmanschiro, literature
Literature
Subspace Emmisary - Other Side
Chapter 1
~ Elania City, Hunter HQ ~
Binary was sitting in a large comfortable sofa in the main lounge in the Illustrious Hunter's headquarters. He didn't literaly relax, but appeared to, just as a predator appears to relax just after a kill. He had just collected quite a large sum of money on the bounty of a crime boss' underlings.
I think now would be a appropriate time for some explaining. Bounty Hunters, more commonly known as Hunters, are a group of elite cops-for-hire. They go out and retrieve or neutralize their target, then bring them back for cash. Despite the steriotype held by some, most Hunters are very respectable.
As for Bi
Subspace Emissary Chapter 4 by bmanschiro, literature
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Subspace Emissary Chapter 4
Chapter 4
~ Somewhere in Subspace ~
Kempo growled menecingly at his cheif scientist, Doc Pearson. "Now... Run this by me again." Came the frightening voice of grinding glass. Pearson stood up straight. "W-well sir, it appears that utilizing the Smash Orbs power is working as planned, but here," Pearson pointed at a giant wall screen.
The screen was Pearson's own design, made of energy efficient plasma that changed colors when energy was passed through it. The screen showed a bar graph, almost a straight line, permiated by a large spike upwards, then a dive down to normal. "this appears to be a large spike in the energy gathering rate. I m
Prologue
It was a normal night in Lavender County. To the people living there, everything was still and quiet as usual. Nobody could even guess what was about to happen.
John Blackstone and his wife, Rebecca, were driving back from dropping their thirteen-year-old son, Max, off at the local theater. John, who was an architect for an important company in Brooklyn, had enjoyed pointing out every detail of the inner hall to Max while Rebecca bought him his ticket. As a financial advisor, she had been trying to talk Max out of spending all of his money on snacks Max, you never know if youll need to take a taxi!
Max Blackstone Chapter 1 by bmanschiro, literature
Literature
Max Blackstone Chapter 1
Max Blackstone was silently lamenting his parents death in the back of the taxi. His mom was right, he did need taxi money. It happened overwhelmingly fast. He had been pulled from the movie by a police officer to be told his parents had been found dead, killed by a gas explosion. The next day he had received a letter from a Mr. Jack Blackstone. Odd, Max thought. I dont know anyone by that name.
Dear Max,
I know youre feeling horrible about your mother and father. Tragic, very tragic. I wrote you to inform you that their will has been found and that they want you to come live with me, your uncle-
Uncle? I d
Max Blackstone. the REAL chap2 by bmanschiro, literature
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Max Blackstone. the REAL chap2
Max was in a car, driving down a familiar street near his house. He was driving home from the theater, as if nothing had happened. Had it all been a dream?, Max silently thought. The car suddenly stopped outside the gas station. He looked out the window, making sure that it was still there. There was movement near the center of the station, a swirl of lights, and a vague orb of light appeared, slowly pulsating and growing. As Max stared, transfixed, he felt uneasy. The orb glowed bright red, contracted and
BOOM!!!
Max woke with a start. He stared down, still breathing heavily. Looking around, he gave a quickly stifled gasp. He wasn
Max Blackstone. Chapter 3 by bmanschiro, literature
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Max Blackstone. Chapter 3
The unknown, unfortunately, happened to be in the middle of nowhere. That proved to be a difficult problem for Max, with no one around to help him. He was on his own. So far he had walked a mile or two without anything interesting happening. The landscape looked as if it would carry on in one direction for ever. All of a sudden, fatigue swept over Max like a tidal wave. Sit down, said a strangely seductive voice in Maxs head. Sit down and rest for a little while. Another voice in his head, one that sounded like his own, said No, I dont think I will thank you. The voices seemed to have a contest
Max Blackstone Chapter 4 by bmanschiro, literature
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Max Blackstone Chapter 4
Jok Underiver was lying in a thicket, calmly and patiently waiting for his prey. There wasnt much food in the Forest of No Memory. The forest teemed with fruits and berries aplenty, but what the Forgotten Children needed was protein. Pure meaty goodness. Problem was that there were almost no animals in the forest. The small group of children needed food with some fat in it. They hadnt had a substantial meal since they wandered into the forest.
Joks stomach rumbled noisily. Hey calm down, look, Im trying to find us some food, now pipe down, or youre gonna scare away dinner. He whispered to himself. H
A Beautiful Girl,
Alone in the corner.
Nobody cared
Nobody mourned her
Alone, the girl was,
Alone in the world,
Brown eyes filled with tears,
Her hair, dark brown curls.
She sat all alone,
With no one beside her
Hiding away from
The pain deep inside her
But, Alas! One day,
A daring young man
Felt pity towards her
And assembled a plan.
He sat in the corner
And spoke to the girl,
With her pretty brown eyes
And her hair, dark brown curls.
They sat and they talked,
For days and days.
They sat and talked,
They laughed and played.
One day, however,
The boy was not to be found,
The girl looked all day,
She looked round an
Current Residence: America... in america. Favourite genre of music: DANCE Favourite photographer: Nye? Favourite style of art: Anime Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: iPod Shell of choice: Nye? Wallpaper of choice: Wakfu Skin of choice: Nye? Favourite cartoon character: Myself Personal Quote: Nye? << That's really it.
Favourite Visual Artist
Scatman John
Favourite Movies
Spirited Away
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
DJs of all kinds
Favourite Writers
James Paterson
Favourite Games
KH BETCHS
Favourite Gaming Platform
A three way tie
Tools of the Trade
Anything ^_^
Other Interests
Anything that has fire involved, .hack, Furc, Pokemon, Anime, Shall I continue?
Since most of the people in the world love to blissfully ignore the generation that their screwing over, I've made a little bit of story. I'd like everyone watching me to read it. Furthermore, I want every person out there who reads it to either post it as a deviation or at least put a journal link to it. Together we can all stop this. Together we can change the world.
I have a few rants to get out...
WARNING: May contain words some may find offensive. Do not look if you're a one of those Anal brats who think it's their Fucking right to critisize EVERY FUCKING LINE. Yes, I know i misspelled that...Fuck!
People, STOP QUESTIONING HOW PEOPLE DRAW THINGS.
They draw the way they want to. If they want to go right-to-left in traditional style, LET THEM. GODDAMMIT!
Stop aking for free stuff, leechers. I have no money at all, and you don't see me begging for a free commision. LEAVE THE STARVING ARTISTS ALONE.
If you don't like someone's art, kindly let them be. Don't be all like "OHEMGEE U SUCK ASS" THIS REALLY