Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Note: THIS IS BASED OFF THE NEW MOVIE WITH ELEMENTS FROM PREVIOUS MOVIES, AND ORIGINAL IDEAS.
The military has been funding a secret team of operatives who's mission wad simply to tackle all tasks that lie outside of normal military jurisdiction. An unnamed project consisting of many different people from different backgrounds. All four one purpose. Keep the planet safe from unnatural threats. They are about to meet thier biggest challenge as old forces are churning. Starting with the second earthquake in the quarintine zone. Now the team is being deployed to a carrier in the Pacific Ocean to track this new threat. Simply named MUTO.
Rules:
1. Must be human.
2. No Godmodding.
3. Super Soldiers are acceptable, though powers are limited to like telekinesis at the most extreme.
4. My rules are law. I will not hesitate to remove those making the rp no longer fun.
5. Have fun.
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Cartwright said
Haven't watched it yet.Heads up: due to a lack of posts the rp is frozen until Nyte and Lyra get their posts in. I know Exan season is a factor so this is typical.. If those two don't put SOMETHING in the rp miight die on us.
Lyra doesn't know what to post that's why she isn't posting. She doesn't have exams, she's a senior so she can exempt from hers
Jason looked at the girl who seemed poetry content, and that made him rather uncomfortable, so he gently shook Lydia until she woke up from her sleep. Jason wasn't entirely sure why he did that, but it felt like the right thing to do to him at least. So he did it.
Jason held her through the night and the storm pounded away at them. Eventually he opened his eyes and saw the girl had fallen fat asleep against his chest abs was still there in the morning.
Jason held Lydia as she hide her face in his chest. "Don't worry. Nothing is going to hurt you. I promise." Jason says softly as he looks at the small girl hiding against him
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>