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The Leader Of The PackFlorence Delarosa was the kind of person you thought you knew. She lived alone in a fine house, out of which she ran a fairly successful flower shop. She kept a fine garden that was the envy of all who passed by on their morning jogs. Everyone knew her as the Flower Lady. But there was more to Florence than met the eye. Nobody knew she spent her days off as a wind tunnel test subject. Florence had dreams, dreams of becoming a scientist. Given her perpetually green thumb, one might expect her to pursue a career in Natural Science, but no. Florence's dream was to become nothing less than a Mad Scientist, whose name the world would never forget. But to do that, she needed to make a discovery. It would have to be something extraordinary, something unbelievable, something impossible.
With the Money Tree, Elixir of Life and a dozen other "impossible" inventions on the market, ideas were sparse. Florence would need to focus on her career if she was ever going to get anywhere. But she was stil
Meet The FamilyBefore I go I think I'll introduce you to my Sim family, seeing as I put so much time into them yesterday. The father is Amadeus Asmodeus, a multi-talented artist with a keen interest in robotics.He studied art at uni, where he met his wife, Brooke (I mean that he met her and later on she became his wife). After graduating, Amadeus moved into a 30 x 30 block of land and began building his dream house. Unfortunately, he ran out of money before even getting to put in wallpaper and flooring. He lived there with his dog, Agony, and cat, Sinner for about a week, but their jobs weren't making much money (that's right, pet's can work too!). Amadeus was a cartoon sketcher, bringing in about $700 per day, but all of that went to food and finishing the house. Agony worked in security, and Sinner in pest control, each bringing in one-to-two hundred dollars a day. They all got promotions at some time or another, Amadeus becoming a photographer, Sinner a therapy pet and Agony a sniffer dog. Agony l
Metal Slug Yugioh: Hero DeckNOTE: It is my understanding, from observing Yugioh GX, that a monster destroyed in defense mode will take all the damage from the attack, and the player's life points will not be harmed. However, I've noticed this seems to be different in regular Yugioh. I have decided to go with the GX version with regard to the ATK and DEF of my cards.
· Hero: Marco, Eri, Tarma, Fio, Trevor and Nadia. They are identical in function.
· ATK, DEF: Attack points and Defense points. I'm not going to explain how these work. If you watch Yugioh you should get it.
· Monster: Any card that has its own ATK and DEF. I say monster to keep with the tradition of Yugioh, even though a card like Fio would still be called a monster. It's just the way it's done.
· LP: Life Points, the health of the player. It starts at 4000 and goes down whenever the player's own monster is destroyed or when they are attacked directly. How much LP is from a destroyed monster relates directly to the ATK of both monsters. E
Story 2, Chapter OneChapter One – The Way We Were
"Whattaya mean we're moving out?" That was me – thin, scruffy and naïve enough to think the world didn't ever have to change. By brother just gave me that annoying look of authority like he always does, as if to say that my opinion wasn't worth a damn thing. I thought we were a team. Our mum had moved away a few months ago, so she wouldn't have to drive fifty kilometres through jammed streets to get to work. She offered to take us as well, but I had refused and Al just couldn't be bothered moving. Apparently this had changed.
"We can't stay; the house is falling apart," said my brother with as much matter-of-fact as he could muster.
"It is not!"
"No? What about that?" he said, pointing out the back door at what had once been the wooden pergola, before termites had had their way with it. I bit my lip; he made a good point, but I wasn't going to give up without a fight.
"Okay, so we have a bit of a bug problem, but so what? Just load me up with spray and I'l
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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