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Title: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on May 01, 2009, 03:42:36 AM
HAI THAR! I just wrote this one crappy engrish fic out of pure boredom. It's not even funny, but tak a look anyway, k?


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Zero was walking through the Maverick Hunters HQ. It was just a moment ago, when he finished perfecting his perfect hair. He was such a perfect Maverick Hunter in every aspect. Unlike that lame ass Axl.

Axl: You are a [Top Spin], Zero.

That's what Zero heard when he walked into FUN & GAMES room. Axl and some hunter were playing poker. There was a huge mountain of money on the Axl's side of the the table. It was obvious that the unnamed hunter was losing... badly.

Zero: What the [tornado fang]... did you just said to me? - Said Zero walking up to the table.
Axl: That you are a [Top Spin].
Zero: OH? And why is that?
Axl: Isn't the answer obvious? You spend so much frickin' time doing your hair, and you almost always make PERVERTED noises while doing so. If that's not a trait of a humongous [Top Spin], I don't know what is.

Zero's eye twitched. It was obvious that young and unexperienced boy that was sitting before him, had no idea what it really means to take care of your own hair. So, the obvious course of action would be educating Axl.

Zero: Listen Axl. You must know, that taking care of one's own hair doesn't make anyone a [Top Spin]. It just shows that you're a person who loves his hair and wants it to look clean. It shows that you are a caring person.
Axl: Whatever, [Top Spin].

Zero's eyes narrowed. He considered for a moment punching Axl right in the face, but in the end, he decided to act like a Reploid with good manners and just turned around to leave the room. However...

Axl: Oh, and I'm not the only one who thinks that, Zero. EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE HQ thinks the same. That you are a [Top Spin].

Zero's eyes widened in shock for a moment. But he just walked out of the room trying to ignore what Axl just said.

*  *  *

Zero: Say, Alia. I have a question.

Zero walked up to Alia, who was sitting at her usual post in the Navigation room.

Alia: Yes, Zero? What's up?
Zero: Well... I wanted to ask... if maybe... by any chance you think... that... I'm gay?

After these words were spoken, there was horrible silence. Alia was just staring at Zero blankly, clearly not being sure of what just Zero asked. After a five minute long silence, Alia put her head down and turned it a little to the left.

Alia: Ummm... well... I mean... you know... you sometimes... while doing your hair... you ummm... and you know.
Zero: Just tell me. Do you think I'm gay?
Alia: Yes.

After that blunt reply there was another long silence.

Zero: I see.

Zero turned around and left the room.

* * *

When Zero was going through the hallways of the HQ, he was slowly losing it. He thought that every hunter he passed by, was looking at him strangely... almost as if they too thought he was gay. Then, he heard familiar voices talking... and then he heard one of them saying “You know what Zero asked me today?”. Zero sneaked near the place the talk was taking he place. It was Alia and X.

X: What did Zero ask you?
Alia: He asked me if I think that he's gay.
X: What. And what did you reply?
Alia: Well... obviously yes. I mean, how could I lie to him?
X: That's mean! Zero is not gay!

“Yes! That's my X! Tell her!” Thought Zero. He knew that his dear friend X would not disappoint him.

Alia: Do you seriously think he's not?
X: Actually... well... okay, he's horribly gay.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on May 01, 2009, 07:49:05 AM
That was an interesting read...
Poor Zero... Even X says so... XD
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on August 11, 2009, 08:38:34 PM
The Exciting Story of Megaman Y!

Y grabbed his beam saber. He felt that there was a Maverick nearby, thanks to his magical powers. He got up from the ground, on which he was laying because he lost 2 cents and tried to find them, and started carefully watching his surroundings.

Then, suddenly, from the bushes jumped out Maverick known as Double. Y did a quick movement with his hands, and Double was cut in four pieces.

"That will teach you to stop sneaking up on somebody." Said Y and laughed proudly.

BUT THEN, SUDDENLY, from the bushes behind Y came out X and Zero.

"I expected you guys to show up sooner or later." Said Y and turned around.

"What the... he looks just like you X, except, more cool."

That was indeed true. Y looked just like X, except, more cool. He was all black and gothic and stuff, while X was lame-ass blue like a hedgehog(GET IT?).

"Who are you?" Asked surprised X "I've never seen you here before!"

"I'm Y, and I'm your brother X."

"NO IT CANNOT BE!" Said shocked X.

"X's brother?!"

"Yes. I have been created by Dr. Light, but I was never finished. Then after Zero killed Megaman and others I was found by Dr. Wily and finished to be better than you both combined. I was created to kill the entire world dead. However I rebelled against Dr. Wily, killed him then sealed you Zero away. I've been living and hiding from people for all these years, but I'm showing up now because something evil approaches!"

"WHAT EVIL?!" Asked bothe Zero and X together surprised.

"THE LIGHT VIRUS!"

DUM DUUUM DUUUUM! What will happen next? Don't miss the next episode of this exciting fanfiction!
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on August 12, 2009, 03:13:20 PM
Light Virus?
THAT DOUCHEBAG!!! *shakes fist*
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on September 27, 2009, 12:20:03 PM
Okay, guize. I tried writing a serious story in english. I will present you with the results, and you will tell me about all the mistakes, I'm mostly worried about grammar, and stupidly written sentences. It's not very long, so give it a read, k?


It's based in my own world, and I actually have many characters and stories made up and prepared long ago. So I might continue this.

Still, it didn't turn out exactly how I imagined.

Anyway HERE IT IS:

[spoiler]It was a dark and calm night. The castle was, like always, quiet at night. Well, at least that part of the castle he lived in. The other one, which was populated by his legion of loyal vampires, was usually very lively. Thanks to special barriers however, Natevurus could enjoy peace and quiet alone in his chamber.

That is, he could, if a certain person haven't arrived.

Natevurus was sitting at a long dining table with his unwanted guest. He was dressed in his usual get-up of black tuxedo and equally black cape. His long black hair, was like always clean and well maintained. His arms crossed, he was watching his guest very carefully. Many thoughts and possibilities of conversation were going through his head. It was a regular thing for him to plan in advance, just so he could have an upper hand.

His guest, a young looking man, seemed to be a complete opposite of the vampire. He had short white hair, and shining white armor. He was eating joyfully food that was on the table, and it looked like he just didn't care about anything else.

However Natevurus knew better. He knew very well, that behind that seemingly innocent exterior, hid a legend. Yes, the legendary "Holy Warrior", also called the "Hero of Heroes"... Santzudan.
According to folklore, he was the first mortal who ever spoke to Altar "The Miracle God", or just God. He was the one who created the group of Natevurus' mortal enemies, "The Order of Saints".

However, that person is supposed to be long dead. So, if Santzudan is long off this world, then who was it that was sitting in that chair across the table? That question pained the vampire, especially since the holy aura which was emanating from his guest, would say that he indeed is who he claims to be.

Suddennly, Santzudan stopped eating. He wiped his mouth with one of the handkerchiefs from the table and looked at the vampire with a happy smile. Natevurus shuddered a bit, yet against his will. It rarely happened to him, however there was something about that happy smile, that made him feel uneasy.

"Well now, Natevurus my friend." He said. "We can talk about business now." With that said, he drew his right hand up, and in a flash of light, a white orb appeared in it. "Do you know what this is, my friend?"

"No."

"..." Santzudan paused, taken aback by vampire's blunt reply. On his face appeared a surprised look. "Really? I thought you would recognize this."

"I'm sorry, if I do not recognize some white ball." Said Natevurus, with a grimace.

"Ball? Oh please, Natevurus, I feel insulted."

Santzudan placed the orb on the table, and looked at Natevurus with a serious face.

"Now... watch."

With that said, he tapped the orb with his index finger. After a moment of silence, Natevurus heard a crackling noise from beneath the orb. The table was freezing. With each passing moment, it was getting colder, and colder, when eventually the whole table was frozen completely. All the food and cutlery on the table was frozen also, and the orb was floating in mid air. Natevurus was standing few steps away from the table. His eyes widened a bit in amazement. It was at that moment he understood what the orb was.

"You know what this is now, don't you?" Said Santzudan. On his face, there was a huge evil smile. It was completely different from his previous happy one.

"Yes. Yes indeed. An Elemental Orb, 'The Ice'." Replied Natevurus.

"YES!" Shouted Santzudan and started walking towards the vampire, grabbing the orb. "I know that you have both 'The Flame' and 'The Spark'! Therefore I propose a deal..."

"A deal? Are you telling me you want to trade something to me for those two? Or are you trying to trade this orb for something else?"

With that said, Natevurus moved toward the door leading out of the dining room. Santzudan followed after him.

"Actually, I want your help in exchange for something else." Said Santzudan, and the orb disappeared from his hand.

"My help? With what?"

They entered into main part of the chamber, also called the throne room. There were huge bookshelves at the walls, all filled with books. There was another pair of doors to the left, leading out of the chamber and into a long corridor. Across from said exit, was standing Natevurus' black throne. Natevurus sat in it, and looked at Santzudan, who was checking out one of the books from the shelves.

"Why do you need my help?" He repeated the question.

"Why? Well, because I want to become God." Said Santzudan, without taking attention away from the book.

"What?"

"What you heard, vampire boy. I want to dethrone Altar and become a God of this world."

Natevurus started laughing. Santzudan looked at him, pouting.

"This is not funny. I'm serious."

"I know, and the exact fact that you're serious about this, is so horribly hilarious." Said Natevurus, trying to contain his laughter.

Yes. It was indeed a hilarious statement. Especially for him. Natevurus was after all, caught up in an eternal battle against the Miracle God, and he tried many things already in order to defeat Altar. None of them worked. The source of those failures is simple, Altar never appeared before him to fight. He always only sends his soulless servants, Angels. You just simply cannot defeat an enemy who doesn't appear on the battlefield.

"Listen, Natevurus. I need all the Elemental Orbs to initiate my plan into motion. I also need a strong follower, like you, who will help me in battle with Altar. In exchange I will trade you something very precious to you."

"Oh, and what is it?"

On Santzudan's face appeared a huge evil grin. "Your life." He said, and in his right hand appeared a shinning sword with a white handle.

He jumped towards Natevurus and did a cut with his sword. However the vampire reacted quickly, and using instant teleportation appeared behind Santzudan. Without wasting any time, Natevurus attacked back, cutting at his enemy with his long cape, which served now as his weapon. Santzudan however jumped high in the air, avoiding the sharp blade of the cape.

"You're using your own cape as a sword? Interesting, vampire." Said Santzudan, standing face down on the ceiling. He was smiling with a cocky smile.

"So you're trying to force me into "partnership"? You're kind of different from the legends about a noble hero who saves orphans and maidens."

"Those legends exaggerate everything about me greatly."

"I can see that much."

Natevurus' eyes flashed red, and on the ceiling, right under Santzudan appeared a black portal, that sucked him right in, before he even managed to react. The vampire laughed, and closed the portal quickly.

"Fool. You can now dwell in the "Zone of Silence" for all eternity."

Natevurus walked toward his throne, and noticed that it was damaged by Santzudan's sword. He cursed.

Suddennly, he heard a strange noise, like a buzzing. He turned around, to see that there was a crack in the air. It was white blue, it looked just like the air in itself has cracked. Then suddenly, the crack literally blew up and before Natevurus' eyes, there was standing none other than Santzudan. He still had a cocky smile on his face. Behind him, there was a slowly closing gap to the Zone of Silence.

"Oh my. He cracked down the barrier between this world and the other dimension." Thought Natevurus.

"Well, it seems like your little plan of trapping me there has failed. Why don't you just give up, vampire?"

"Give up? You seem to not realize who I am, Santzudan." Natevurus pierced his enemy with a cold gaze.

"Oh, but I do know, and that's why I'm so sure of my advantage over y..."

Santzudan paused, because Natevurus suddenly appeared right before him and punched him in the stomach. Santzudan's eyes widened, however he didn't even had a time to react, before Natevurus punched him again, and again, and again. Even tough the holy warrior was wearing an armor, it did not protect him from the force of Natevurus' punches. The vampire was very powerful, each of those punches would be able to demolish entire buildings.

After a minute or two of this, Santzudan fell on the floor all beaten up. He could barely move. Natevurus walked toward him, and stepped on his head.

"Well now, worm. I think you were trying to say something before I interrupted you. C'mon, say it. Finish!" He said, stepping on Santzudan's head harder, and harder with each word.

"Natevurus..." Said Santzudan, and burst out into an insane laughter. "You, you think this matters at all? You think you've won?! Ha... hahahaha!"

"Shut up." Said Natevurus, and kicked Santzudan in the face. However the holy warrior seemed to not be even phased by this, and just started rolling on the floor laughing maniacally. Natevurus backed away a few steps.

Suddenly, on Santzudan's face appeared an expression of absolute horror. He looked at his own  hands, and there he saw that he started to dissolve into nothingness.

"Where am I?! What's happening to me?! What... THE WITCH... WHERE IS SHE?! IT'S THE WITCH'S DOI..." He didn't finish, because he dissolved into nothing.

Natevurus, surprised by this strange turn of events, sat on his throne, and started thinking deeply about the whole situation. There were many strange things about what happened this night, and the strangest of them all was Santzudan's unusual death. Is he truly dead however? Where did he get The Ice? What was exactly up with his stupid plan of becoming God? Or what about that... witch.

Suddenly, like lightning from the heavens, a realization hit him. Identity of the "Witch" Santzudan spoke of before he died. There was one person, only one, whose existence would explain most of the mysteries of this night.

Ultimania, The Witch of Time & Space.[/spoiler]
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on September 27, 2009, 02:41:44 PM
Well, it's pretty good actually, nice flow.
There were a few missing words here and there, but overall, nice read.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on September 27, 2009, 07:01:33 PM
Well, it's pretty good actually, nice flow.
There were a few missing words here and there, but overall, nice read.
Thanks, Wily. You're the only one here who seems to give a crap about my writing(either that, or they just found even this story so atrocious, that it wasn't worth commenting on). Your thread of creative works has been added to my "to check out" list, tough I did plan to check it out eventually. : P

Also, I added a little thing in the story at a certain moment, it makes more sense with that addition. It's about force of Natevurus' punches, and how he managed to hurt Santz through his armor.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Cpie on September 27, 2009, 08:47:59 PM
I don't know why you don't get much reviews, but that often happens in RPM.
 I really loved the first one cause I really didn't expect the ending.

 The second one reminded me of "teh bonking (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1099642/1/teh_bonking)", because it's another fic mocking all dumb stuff fan(girsl especially) can write in their fics. Of course, I liked it.

 The third one was interesting and well written despite some mistakes here and there. But overall, pretty good.

 Keep up writing!
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on September 28, 2009, 02:26:17 AM
Also, I added a little thing in the story at a certain moment, it makes more sense with that addition. It's about force of Natevurus' punches, and how he managed to hurt Santz through his armor.
Hmm... I see.
Then again, I always thought of Light and Dark neutralising each other at plot juntures... XD
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on September 28, 2009, 12:08:16 PM
Asena: Thanks for the comment. I appreciate it really. : >

ANOTHER CHAPTER OF MY STORY! I kind of rushed this one, because in the third one there will be the bestest of things... I think so. Also, this story has a title now.

[spoiler]Return of the Ultimate Witch
Chapter 2
The Ancestor


"TekEter sure is huge, ain't that right Evena?"

Salazar Tagard, along with his friend Evena Syllubim, were walking through the streets of the capital of the Tekkerion Continent, TekEter. It was a truly huge city, with skyscrapers on every turn, a lot of cars, people on the streets and huge flashing billboards at most of the buildings. It was completely different from, for example, the capital of the country of Astraroth from the Magion Continent, from which both Salazar and Evena were coming from.

"Yes, yes it is. After all, this is the biggest city on this whole continent, and also the center of all technological advancements of our world." Replied Evena.

Salazar is dressed in a long red unbuttoned leather jacket with black leather pants. Under the jacket, there he has a black shirt. His bush of long black hair moves with every breath of the wind. On his face there is his standard cocky smile.

Evena on the other hand, is dressed in a blue silk jacket with yellow laces. and with light-brown pants. Under the jacket there she has a white shirt. She has long red hair, that symbolizes the fact that she is a magician who uses mostly fire magic. Unlike Salazar, she rarely smiles and has usually a very bored look on her face.

"Why don't we have some rest?" Said Salazar and pointed with his thumb in the direction of a small cafe.

"It's a good idea... but we shall do that right after we find the one who stole that data from Magnus Corp." She replied, with a very strict tone of voice.

"I already know where to look for it. It's now simply a matter of going there, and there's no rush."

"Yes, there is. Do you remember what that CEO said? That disk contains a very dangerous information, that should not be accessed just by anybody. If we don't hurry they might make many copies of it. If you really know where to look for it... then let's go, and we will have some coffee later."

Salazar touched Evena's lips with his index finger. She made a surprised face, while he was smiling with a charming smile, very different from his usual cocky smile.

"Hush, my dear. I don't give a crap about any of that, I just want to have some coffee with you at this charming little cafe."

With that said, Salazar embraced Evena and put his mouth close to hers, prepared to kiss her. However, before their lips met, she kicked him in the groin, also pushing him away from herself.

"What the hell was that for?!" Shouted Salazar, trying to control himself, even tough the pain was getting in the way of that.

"We have a job to do, Salazar Tagard. There's no time for you to play 'Carlos the man of love'."

"God damn it! Why do you have to be such a [sonic slicer]?!" Salazar spat on the ground. "Whatever. I lost interest anyway. Let's just find that bastard, and be done with it."

Salazar started walking forward, Evena followed right behind him.

"So, you said you know where is the thief." Asked Evena.

"Indeed. When you were taking a nap at that hotel, I asked around... and it seems there's only one person in this city who would do such a thing."

"Who?"

"I don't know exactly. He's a hacker or some crap. He specializes in obtaining illegal information for his clients, especially if they pay big money. They call him 'GigaByte.'"

There was a moment of silence. It seems Evena was thinking about something because she stopped walking and crossed her arms.

"What is it?" Asked Salazar, and also stopped walking.

"I wonder... if he's a hacker, then that means he steals data by hacking servers and databases, right?"

"Uhh, yeah, something like that." He replied scratching his head.

"The thing is, no one hacked the servers of Magnus Corp. Someone simply got inside their special vault and stole a disk with data. I don't think a hacker working with a computer could do that."

"Which means that..."

"Yes. I don't think that hacker person did it."

There was another silence, this time longer one.

"Fuuu..." Said Salazar facepalming. "I paid for that information 245 Terrians."

"Well, no use to cry over the spilled milk. Now we need to find..."

Suddenly there was a huge explosion. A shop on the other side of the street blew up, many people were caught in explosion and were laying on the ground, either dead or burning alive. From the fires of the burning building walked out a young woman with long green hair, dressed in equally green robe. She had a long magic staff in her right hand. Salazar's eyes widened, he recognized that woman. However, it was impossible. It couldn't have been HER.

"Hello, my dear Salazar." The woman said, smiling warmly at him.

Evena looked at Salazar surprised. He had a very serious expression on his face.

"Do you know who I am, Salz?" Asked the woman.

"Selerina Tagard, of course. My great grandmother."

"Yeeees!" Said Selerina cheerfully. "As a reward for this good answer, I will give you this!"

With that said, she tossed a flat box to Salazar, who managed to catch it. The box contained a computer disk.

"This is..."

"The disk that was stolen from Magnus Corp. I no longer have any use for it, so I can just give it back to you." Replied Selerina, and laughed. "However, I must see if you're really so strong like they say... en garde!"

Selerina pointed her magical staff at Salazar and two fire balls flied towards him. Both he and Evena jumped in the air. In Salazar's hands appeared a huge sword with spiked blade. He cast a 'Speed Enhancement Spell' on himself and charged on Selerina. She smiled evilly, and tapped her staff quickly on the ground two times. Salazar cut at her with his sword, but she disappeared and reappeared right behind him. Then, from the ground started growing a huge tree. Salazar quickly backed away. Selerina who was standing on top of the still growing tree, jumped down.

"So... how do you like my little tree here?" She asked Salazar, who was standing few meters away from her.

"It's pretty... but I'm sure you didn't just summon it for show, did you?"

"Oh, of course not. When this tree will stop growing, its leaves will start producing a special toxic odor, which will spread all over the city... killing many people." With that said, she started laughing.

Salazar also laughed.

"Sorry, lady, but I think it's time to say good bye. GO FOR IT, EVENA!"

Suddennly, ground around Selerina and the tree flashed and right there appeared a huge magic circle. Her face twisted in a expression of horror.

"The God's Wrath!" She said.

Just then, a huge beam of light hit right into the circle, destroying the the tree completely. Selerina screamed in agony and there was a huge explosion, however only inside the magic circle. Evena who was previously standing on the top of a building, walked toward Salazar who who admiring the destruction that was brought down by her spell.

"Nice work, girl. Tough I wanted to ask her a couple questi..." Salazar paused, because in the clearing smoke he saw Selerina, barely standing. He walked towards her and got in a battle ready stance.

"Sala...zar. Listen closely." Said Selerina, and fell on the ground.

"What?"

"The witch... she is responsible for this... the ultimate witch... Ulti... mania." She said, and looked at her hands which were almost gone. She started to dissolve into nothingness.

"What... what is happening?" Asked Salazar.

"You must... meet... with Nate... vurus... he knows... who she... is..." With those last words, rest of Selerina's body dissolved. There was not a single trace of her left now.

"Evena. I think we will have to pay that bastard a visit." He said, got out the disk from his pocket and looked at it.

"I think that we will have to ask, what's in this disk." Said Evena.

"Yeah." Replied Salazar and started walking forward. Evena followed after him.

[/spoiler]
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on September 28, 2009, 02:47:56 PM
Well, the general flow is still good, though the last few paragraphs/lines started to show a bit of inconsistences, like missing words, and a bit of grammar.
Still, nice job.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Gotham Ranger on September 29, 2009, 12:53:33 PM
Hmm.. There's room for improvement. Not trying to say it harshly. It's mainly pacing and such. This Ultimania stuff seems to be coming out of nowhere. Completely disconnected from everything else going on in the given situations. A white knight who wants to be God suddenly going OH SNAP ULTIMANIA and then this Selerina chick dishing out info after fighting like that.. I might also suggest finding another name for Ultimania.. Its not very good and it seems more less a rip off of Ultimecia from Final Fantasy 8.

Other wise, I think you have something here. Grammar could use work. You seem to jump between two different perspectives at times..

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Salazar is dressed in a long red unbuttoned leather jacket with black leather pants. Under the jacket, there he has a black shirt. His bush of long black hair moves with every breath of the wind. On his face there is his standard cocky smile.

Evena on the other hand, is dressed in a blue silk jacket with yellow laces. and with light-brown pants. Under the jacket there she has a white shirt. She has long red hair, that symbolizes the fact that she is a magician who uses mostly fire magic. Unlike Salazar, she rarely smiles and has usually a very bored look on her face.
This has a more.. You're there as it's happening vibe. You're experiencing it right now.

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Just then, a huge beam of light hit right into the circle, destroying the the tree completely. Selerina screamed in agony and there was a huge explosion, however only inside the magic circle. Evena who was previously standing on the top of a building, walked toward Salazar who who admiring the destruction that was brought down by her spell.
See the difference with the above quote? The tense and such?

It'll be interesting to see how it turns out. Writing, like most everything else, is something you can only improve upon through practice. Constructive criticism helps point you in the direction you need to go. So good luck with it!
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on September 29, 2009, 06:35:43 PM
Gotham: Yeah, I noticed that there was a problem with tenses. I will try to work on it with the upcoming chapters. I more or less got rid of this problem when I write in Polish.

As for the plot, yeah, right now all the things you mentioned do not make much sense. There's however a reason behind both Santzudan's and Selerina's stupid actions. I will not reveal it now, because it's to be revealed in the story, but I promise that everything will make sense soon.

This story serves me as a training and setting everything up, before I get into the first real story arc, "The Lord of the Dark Tower".

As for the name Ultimania, well... yeah. When I found out there's already a witch like chara with name "Ultimecia", I wanted to change Utlimania's name. In the end, I decided not to, because it was hard for me to let go of a name I already made for a chara long time ago. I made it up with the thought of Ultimate + Mania(polish word meaning obsession, which relates to her character). Therfore Ultimania.

Anyway, thanks for the tips and overall for leaving a comment in my thread here. : >

Posted on: September 29, 2009, 17:18:35
Because suddenly I'm in the mood for writing retarded parodies, I present you with this story. I know it might look more lame than funny, but whatever.

Enjoy(?)!

[spoiler]KALESTRO MORRRAND THE CHOSEN ONE

Chapter 1: Petals of a Dark Flower

Kalestro woke up. He looked around his room, and noticed that there was nothing unusual happening, like always. He got up, got dressed and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. Just then, he noticed that there was no bread.

"Fuc*. I lack much needed bread. I must go and buy one."

And so he goes to the shop to buy some bread. On his way there, he passes by some hooded stranger. Not minding him one bit, Kalestro enters the bakery shop and buys some bread and then just walks out of the store when the hooded guy stops him and it's all so trippy because the time seemed to have stopped and oh my god the hooded guy grabs Kalestro by the arm and whispers in his ear.

"Can you feel Sora?" Says the hooded guy.

"What?" Asks confused Kalestro.

"I mean, you are the chosen one. You must come with me." Replied mystery hooded guy, and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, they appeared in a completely different place. They were on the courtyard of a huge castle. There were peoples dressed in those ancient wardrobes and stuff. It was pretty medievil... or maybe it was medieval? Whatevers. So they are there, and then there a old guy with a long beard in a robe comes up to them and says:

"Ho ho ho."

"Are you Santa Claus?" Asks Kalestro.

"Ho ho ho. No I'm not. Buy you must be the chosen one." Replied old guy, stroking his long beard.

"Merluvon, he's the chosen one, alright. The destiny bread chose him, just like you said it would."

"Yes. I can see that."

Kalestro was just listening to the ramblings of two dudes and was totally like dumbfondled. He didn't knew what the whole ordeal with "Chosen one" meant, but he probably was in some deep sh*t.

"I haven't introduced myself yet." Said the hooded guy. "I'm Darkly Darkness. But you can call me Dark."

"I'm Merluvon Eastnorthwestsouth. I'm the royal magician on the service of Kingdom Azeroth."

"You mean like from Warcraft?!" Asked Kalestro.

"NO!" Shouted everyone on the courtyard.

"Okay, okay. But what do you guys want from me? And what do you mean that I'm the chosen one?"

"Listen well, Kalestro. Both your and our world is in great peril. A great evil is currently on it's move to destroy us all!"

"What great evil?!" Asked shocked Kalestro

"LORD NITEMEAR FROM NIGHTMARELAND!"

To be continued...[/spoiler]
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on September 29, 2009, 06:57:04 PM
... I am so confused...
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on October 08, 2009, 07:24:04 AM
So after that atrocity I've written before, I return to bring you a sequel to the very first thing posted in this thread, and that is the Megaman X fanfic. It's very short, just like original. Not very funny, but the previous one wasn't either.

OH WHAT THE HECK, HER YOU GUYS GO:

[spoiler]Axl was sitting at a table in his own room. There was darkness all around him, because it was night and his lights were off. Besides there were no windows in his room anyway. As he was sitting like that, in this absolute darkness, he was thinking about how [tornado fang]ing awesome he is.

Not only is he one of the big shots in Maverick Hunters ranks now, he's also in a team and good friends with X and Zero, the legendary hunters(even if Zero is a huge [Top Spin]).

It wasn't all, of course. He was also a master of gambling, which in his case, amounted to playing poker with other hunters and outplaying them when they least expect it.

Yes. He was such a huge mass of awesome, that it was only natural for him to be deep in thought about his awesomeness.

Suddenly he heard a knocking at the door. He looked towards it, narrowing his eyes.

Axl: "Who's there?" - He asked.

???: "AAAAXLLLL... I'VE COME FOR YOUR SOUL!" - Replied a cold voice form behind the door.

Axl got up quickly, and backed away a few steps. The cold, deep and scary sounding voice seriously freaked him out. However, logical thinking quickly wormed its way into his electronic brain, and he immediately calmed himself, thinking that it might be just a joke. IT HAD TO BE.

Axl: "Ha, ha, ha. Very funny. Is that you ProtoZero?"

???: "NO, AXL. IT'S ONLY ME... YOUR DEAR FRIEND... DEATH." - Replied the mysterious person calmly.

Axl: "That's it. I'm going to kick your ass. Whoever you are!"

With that said, Axl walked towards the door, ready to input the code releasing the lock on them(Since this is a hi-tech sci-fi door). However...

???: "ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DO THIS? IF YOU OPEN THE DOOR I WILL GET IN... AND THEN YOU WILL DIE."

Axl stopped dead. Slowly, an irrational feeling started filling him up from head to toe. It was fear. He was now very close to the owner of the scary voice. He felt chills, which was unusual because he was a machine.

Axl: "Ridiculous." - He thought, trying to shrug off the fear that was overwhelming him.

He typed in the code quickly, there was a short beep, and the door quickly opened. There was, however, no one standing there. Axl walked into the dark hallway. There was no one to be ssen. He sighed with a relief. It must have been a stupid prank after all.

He turned around, door closing behind him. He decided to turn on the lights. Axl flipped the light switch, and at the same exact the room was lit up, he froze dead. At his couch, there was sitting a pretty girl with long brown hair and a beret on her head. She had an armor mixed with normal clothing(namely a dress) that was mostly red and blue. However the thing that caught Axl's attention the most, was the fact that she was pretty much transparent. Like a ghost.
Ghost Girl: "I told you I will get in if you open the door." - She said, smiling at him softly.

Axl: "Wh-wh-BUH-WHAAAA?!" - Shouted Axl. If he was human, this would be the moment he would [acid burst] his pants.

Ghost Girl: "My name is Iris. Nice to meet you, Axl." - Continued ghost girl. - "I think we will have a lot of fun tonight." - She giggled.

Suddenly, lights in the room started blinking before going out entirely. However with each blink, Iris' visage started becoming more and more demonic.

*  *  *

X: "Zero! What happened?!"

Said X, while running up to Zero, who along with many other hunters, was standing before Axl's room.

Zero: "It's Axl. His neighbors heard him screaming, so they came to check on him. When they opened the door, he was like this, cuddled up under the table, trembling."

With that said, Zero and X entered the room. It was indeed how Zero described it. Axl was laying cuddled up under the table, trembling and also muttering something to himself.

Then, into the room walked two medical Reploids. They got him on a stretcher, and then took him to medical bay.

X: "I'm going with them. What about you, Zero?"

Zero: "I'm going to join you later, I just need to take care of something."

*  *  *

Zero entered his room. There in the middle of the room was a magic circle. There were many candles around it. On his couch, there was sitting ghostly Iris, drinking tea.

Zero smiled with an evil smile.

Zero: Just as planned.[/spoiler]
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Night on October 08, 2009, 08:07:14 AM
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on October 08, 2009, 03:08:59 PM
Bravo Zero... Bravo. XD
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Cpie on October 08, 2009, 11:49:43 PM
Awesome! XD

Quote
There was darkness all around him, because it was night and his lights were off

 hahaha it's like "sparkling lavender that sparkled a lot"

Very nice mmx fic.

 The fic right before the mmx fic was wierd, I didn't get it much, So I can't properly review it. :/

 And I still need to read another text here, so I'll review it when I read it :)
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on October 13, 2009, 10:04:50 AM
The fic right before the mmx fic was wierd, I didn't get it much, So I can't properly review it. :/
The thing with that one was, that it wasn't a fic but an "original" story parodying shitty stories about dem chosen ones.
It was also based a bit on a story my friend Norvel wrote once upon a time(which wasn't really THAT bad, it's just that there was so many cliche things, that you could almost choke on them).

Anyway, here i bring you a Rockman.EXE fanfic, set in no particular universe. Let's say it's my own universe that takes inspiration from games, manga and animu.
Tough you won't learn much about it, since it's only a prologue, and I wrote it quite long time ago. To see if I can write something in english. Anyway, here you go.
If I get positive feedback, and see that you guys like it, I might write more. Anyway, HERE IT IS:

[spoiler]Net Navi War

Prologue: It all begins…

Forte was hovering over the Internet City. It was a breath of fresh “air” for him, seeing as he always lurks in the shadows of the Undernet. But he didn’t leave that place just because he was bored of it, oh no. He left because he wanted to fight with Rockman once again.

Rockman is a Navi who relies on his human operator, on the other hand, Forte is a Solo Navigator who relies on nothing more than his own strength. He also despises humans.

They both are rivals. Forte sees only Rockman as his equal, even tough their powers come from completely different things. Forte is fueled by his rage and hatred, while Rockman’s power comes from friendship and unity.

While he was floating above the net city, he couldn’t help but notice how happy all the Navis down there were. They were smiling, laughing and clearly having a great time. Then, he noticed that some Navis in a alley were assaulting some girl Navi. The Evil Navis looked like typical Undernet Navis, but the girl was quite beautiful. She has long white silver hair and white dress typical for girl navi. Such girls were rare sight in the Undernet, but here, in the normal part of the net, they were quite common.

For some reason, instead of ignoring her, he decided to help her. He quickly landed in the alley. The girl was too “busy” being scared for her life, and evil navis were too busy scaring her, so they didn’t even noticed when Forte appeared.

- “Hey, you two.” – Said Forte calmly, and both evil navis turned around to him. - “Aren’t you two pathetic. Ganging up in two on a one weak girl? Such scum like you is barely even worth being an addition to my tremendous power.

-“What? Who the hell are you, fin-head? This gal here stole something from us, so we just want to have it ba…GUARRGH!”

Forte pierced the biggest navi with his sword, the big one collapsed and Forte started punching and kicking the second navi. After a while, the second one collapsed too and Forte crushed his head under his foot.

-“Thank…thank you so much for saving me!” – Said the girl happily. – “How can I repay you?”

-“Did you really steal something from them?” – Asked Forte giving the girl a cold stare.

-“Oh goodness, NO! They were lying! I could never steal from anybody!”

-“Better go back to your PET and operator.” – He said as he started to walk away.

-“My name is HE! What’s yours?”

-“Forte.” – He said, before flying up high into the sky above net city.

-“Forte…yesss.” – The girl muttered to herself – “He should be an ideal pawn for Hate Eternal. Yesss.”[/spoiler]
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on October 13, 2009, 03:30:20 PM
Looks surely are deceiving...
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Cpie on October 13, 2009, 11:00:10 PM
Indeed.. Very nice !
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on October 16, 2009, 01:11:07 PM
Okay. This time I wrote a longer fanfic, taking in place in classic series. Once again, it's my own universe, so few things go differently there(things from few games for example never happened).

It will be a series... I think. We will see.
I will be trying to write this half-jokingly, half-serious. Let's see how will this turn out.

Have at you!
[spoiler]Rockman NEXT
Story 1
Hollow
Chapter 1: Copy


Forte was sitting on the couch in the “Fun room” watching tv. They were airing some football, and because it was better to watch this than some stupid romantic comedy, he was wasting his time watching "stupid humans who run around kicking a ball".

Suddenly then, he heard a familiar voice. This voice was so horrible, that every time Forte heard it, he wanted to puke. Yet, he couldn't, because he was a robot. It was one of the advantages he had over the weak and pathetic humankind.

"FORTE! GET YOUR METAL ASS IN HERE!" Shouted Wily. His voice spread out through the entire Skull Castle. Probably because there were speakers on every wall in the building.

"Goddamnit!" Said Forte, and got up from the couch.

If there's something Forte hated more than a robot boy scout, it was a mad scientist. Especially a certain kind, one that has a habit of constantly trying to take over the world, with a rehashed plan from the previous 100 times it tried.

Recently however, Wily was just sitting in his laboratory, making something. Never even coming out. Not that anyone here was particularly worried about what happened to the old geezer. He can be dead for all they cared.

The thing is, Wily was alive, unless it was his ghost that spoke through the speakers. And if he's alive, it means that he will put him into some kind of trouble.

That wouldn't be nice.

*  *  *

"What do you want, you old man?" Said Forte, walking through the sliding door to the laboratory.

The laboratory looked like a typical thing you see in the movies. It was full of strange machines and gadgets. Nothing out of ordinary like always.... however, there was something that was standing out from the norm. It was a certain thing placed on a little stage, which was illuminated by colorful lights. The thing in itself was hidden beneath a white piece of cloth.
Wily, who was looking at it, turned around towards Forte. He had a very big and proud smile on his face.

"Oh, you're here. Good. I have something to show you." Said Wily and pointed with his thumb at the mysterious object.

"Oh joy. I suspected as much." Said Forte and stood next to Wily. "What did you build this time? Maybe a time traveling device in a tv remote?"

"Don't be silly. Time travel is impossible... even for me." Replied Wily, and walked on the stage. "Well... it's time to show you my newest and greatest creation!"

"Yeah, yeah. Just show it already."

"Well then... BEHOLD!"

With that said, Wily grabbed the cloth and removed it in one swift move, revealing... Rockman. He was standing there, with his eyes closed. The expression on Forte's face was a combination of both shock and disgust. He wasn't exactly sure what he was seeing, but he didn't like it, nope, not even one bit.

"So? What do you think?" Asked Wily, blissfully unaware of the rage that was building up inside Forte.

"What... what do I think?! Better question is... WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" Shouted Forte.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean THIS!" With that, Forte pointed at Rockman. "Why in the holy mother of hell, did you build another smurf?! It's quite enough we have one! We don't need two!"

"Oh, calm down." Said Wily grimacing. "It's not as if I didn't program him to be completely on our side." He added, and pointed his index finger up. "He will be our key to victory!"

"A copy? Defeating an original? Since when?" Said Forte, slowly calming down.

"Well, you know, I don't expect him to be fighting alone. You will be helping him."

After hearing this, Forte's rage immediately returned. However this time, it was a rage with the power of over thousand suns. He is supposed to partner up with a copy of Rockman, to defeat the original? Over his dead body.

"You must have gone completely nuts Wily, if you expect me to fight Rockman alongside this... this... FORGERY of yours!! NEVER! I'm the only one who will destroy Rockman!"

On Wily's face appeared expression of disappointment. It seems, he genuinely thought Forte would agree to something like that. However, ever so clever, Wily decided to take a different approach. He smiled crookedly. and cleaned his throat.

"What if I told you... that if you two succeed in eliminating Rockman, I will let you also destroy this copy? Hmmm?"

"Hmmm. Gee, let me think." Said Forte crossing his arms. "How about I just trash it right now?"

With that said, Forte pointed his buster at the copy Rockman. Wily, still smiling, reached out to his pocket, and clicked a button on a small remote. Almost instantly, Copy Rockman awakened. Moment after, Forte started shooting at him. Copy Rockman ducked to the right, and fired back at Forte. The shot didn't miss and he was hit right in the chest. The blast sent him back, right into the wall. Copy Rockman looked at Wily, surprised and confused with the situation.

"What's this about, Lord Wily?" He said directing now his attention to Forte, who was getting up from the floor. "Why was I attacked?"

"Oh, well. This here moron refuses to cooperate with you. He wanted to destroy you while you were offline. You're lucky I managed to turn you on in time." Wily said, looking at Forte with pity.

"Oh, I see."

"You're good... for a copy." Said Forte walking up to the two of them. He had an angry look on his face.

"Thank you, brother." Said Copy, looking at Forte.

".." Forte stopped. He wanted to tell that "damn copy" to not call him "brother", but there was something so strange about him, that he decided not to say it. The copy's eyes, unlike all the eyes of robots he ever seen, were just... hollow. There was no life in them. Adding to the strangeness, was the fact that even tough he was just attacked, Copy Rockman was very calm. His face was completely expressionless. Completely different from the original. It was not only strange, but kind of creepy.

"Oh, Forte? It seems you noticed." Said Wily and chuckled.

"Noticed? Noticed what?" Asked Forte.

"That he acts kind of... "strange"?"

"Yeah."

"Well... you see. I decided to make him a perfect killing machine, that's loyal to his one and only master... ME." Wily said cackling evilly. "He's calm and composed at all times... unlike a certain other bot I know."

"Well, whatever." Forte turned around to leave the laboratory. "Call me when we are going to go kill Rockman. I'll be waiting." With that said, he left the laboratory.

Wily cackled once again. He knew for sure that Forte will be interested in the cooperation, now that he knows that Copy Rockman is very strong. He will surely try to destroy him. First however, it will be original Rockman who will fall.

"I'm a genius!" Wily thought.

To be continued...[/spoiler]

C&C much appreciated.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on October 16, 2009, 02:45:38 PM
Well, I'm pretty intrigued with this plot for now, another Copy Rockman, but this time, a fully loyal one...
This should prove interesting.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Cpie on October 16, 2009, 09:34:00 PM
He's a genius indeed! XD

Interesting, keep it up!
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on October 18, 2009, 09:23:05 PM
Thanks for the comments, guize.

Now, I will present you with another original story. I'm more serious about this one, than about the previous one I presented here. Some of it was translated from Polish, the part that was written, that is. Rest was finished in english.

I'm trying to go for something different with this one, which should be really noticed with the next chapter. Okay, ENJOY!

[spoiler]Paradox

Story 1: Sad Prelude

"When your life crumbles down, you will see how much it all really meant to you."

--------------------------------------------------------

I am a very confident man. I can say that about myself, after all I have the right to do so. I'm a noble... people call me "Count". It's a title I earned thanks to the fact that I was born in the family of Malevulus, one of the richest families in our whole country. There's no denying it, I am better than other people.

In that case... why?

I don't understand it. How something like this could have befallen me? I feel great, but yet...

I'm laying on my bed. Beside me, also on the bed, sits an old doctor. His words bounce off me, I refuse to accept them.

"What... what did you say? I think I don't understand." I said, trying to act as calm as it is possible.

You're dying, gracious Count. Slowly, slowly, with each and every day you're nearing your own grave." Replied the doctor.

I don't know what to say. Hundreds of thoughts are flying through my head. I hear a fearful squeal of my fiancee Elizabeth, lamentations of my mother and father's nervous questions directed to the doctor. However, all those sounds are overpowered by my own thoughts.

"Why? How? Why? When? What did I do? God! I don't understand it, what did I do to deserve this? I, Count Kristopher Malevulus! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!" I scream in my mind. I just can't fathom it. Absolute despair, and feeling of complete hopelessness are overcoming me.

"However... there might be a way to cure this."

"Huh? What?" I have been thrown out of my mental panic, but only after a while it comes to me what has just been said.

"It can be cured... I think. Tough it won't be easy." With that said, the doctor cleared his throat and got up from my bed.

"Never mind! What must I do?!" I also got up.

"Well, a long way from here, on the outskirts of the city of Aerialth, lives a wizard. He's called "The OverMage". He's supposedly the last one of his kind." The doctor looked me straight in the eyes. I could feel his stare. His eyes were cold, devoid of any emotions. "I can't guarantee that he will want to help you... but I think it's always good to try. No, gracious Count?"

With that said, the doctor left my room. I sat back on the bed, deep in thought. If there's truly someone who is able to save me... I must find him. At all cost.

*  *  *

I still don't understand it. I always felt great, no troubles with health. Ever since I was a child. Now suddenly this illness, "The Reaper", hits me like a hundred ton of steel right in the face. Come to think of it, I never even heard of it. What is it? Where did it come from? Such a mystery. Maybe I will uncover it after I meet with that OverMage.

I pondered all of those things, while looking out of the window upon the night sky. In my room there was a one huge window, it had great view on the moon. As a child, I used to sit here hours upon hours at night, whenever the moon was full. My father didn't like that too much, so he ended up scolding me harshly when he found out that I was still doing it, even tough he clearly told me not to. "Night is for sleeping, young man. You must sleep at night so that you can have to strength to study during the day!", is what he said. Eventually I stopped looking at the moon. Many years since has passed since then, I almost forgot how beautiful it looks.

Suddenly, I heard knocking at the door. It was Elizabeth.

"Kristoph, can I come in?" She said, after she opened the door a bit.

"Of course. Feel free." I replied, without taking my eyes off the moon.

She came in to the room, and stood beside me. I took a small peek at her, she was dressed in her usual gold dress. Her blond hair, was shining in the moonlight. She was beautiful, a woman of my dreams. I knew her ever since I was little... and I know she was always strong. However, I'm sure she must be near a nervous breakdown. She was always worried sick about me... since we both were but small brats.

"Say, Kris." She said, looking at me, there were tears in her eyes. "What if... what if you won't make it there in time?"

"I will make it in time. Don't worry." I smiled at her, trying to not burst into tears myself. "Everything will be alright. I will be back before long, and then... then we can get married."

She started weeping loudly and came into my arms, cuddling up against my chest. I embraced her. I knew very well, that I might never see her again. The feeling of sadness was unbearable, yet, I had to mask it. I had to hide away my true feelings, lock them up in a cage made of lies, for both her sake...

And mine.

*  *  *

"Be careful" Said my mother, and gave me a hug.

It was time for me to go. My family and I was standing before the gate leading to our manor. There was also carriage, prepared especially for me.

I was dressed in my black tuxedo and white frilled shirt. In my right hand I was holding my good old crane. I pushed my brown hair back, and smiled at my family. They had worried looks on their faces.

"Well, then everyone. I will see you soon."

With that said, I boarded the carriage. I didn't even wait for them to say anything, I just wanted to get it over with. I took a deep breath. I did not know what was waiting for me during this trip, but I could only hope that it was the cure for The Reaper.

"Let's go!" I said to the driver, and in a moment the carriage was on its way.

*  *  *

It was getting slowly getting dark. The carriage was still going, without a stop. We were now in a forest. I was bored out of my mind. "I should have taken a book or two with me." I thought. At first I didn't think of taking anything except my crane and money. I did not expect that I would get bored. It was however refreshing, yes, very much so. Being so bored, instead of scared was a nice change.

It didn't last long.

Suddenly I felt a nauseating pain. My vision became blurry. It was the same... just like the first time it happened. I now felt the power of my sickness for the second time. Fear overcame me completely, I fell on my knees.

Suddenly there was an explosion and the carriage was knocked over on the side. I heard the scream of the driver and then... absolute silence. Even tough my pain has not completely passed, I'm trying to get out of the carriage. I stood up and tried to open the other door, which were now above me. After a moment I managed to open them, but...

"HELLO, KRISTOPHER."

I heard a cold, metallic voice above me. I looked up to see a person in a metallic armor, black cape and a mask that had a "psychotic" smile painted on it. The person also had a very long, snow-white hair. He grabbed me with both hands by my clothes and pulled me out from the carriage, putting my face near his.

"HOW DO YOU ENJOY IT?" He asked me.

"Enjoy... enjoy what?!" I said, almost shouting. I was scared.

"THE PAIN? THE SUFFERING?"

"What? I..." I wasn't sure what to say. How did he knew about it? More importantly... what does he want?

"THEN ENJOY IT. WE WILL MEET AGAIN."

With that said, he tossed me aside, and started to walk away. However, I lost my consciousness. I was sure that I will die, probably wild animals will eat me... is this it? I didn't even die because of my illness? I will die before even... my God. I... I...

I'm... sad.[/spoiler]
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Cpie on October 18, 2009, 11:43:14 PM
 Awesome.

 Update it soon! I wanna know what'll happen to him
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on October 19, 2009, 02:36:23 AM
Hmm... A strange illness named "The Reaper"...
And the source is a armoured psycho...

Awesome.

 Update it soon! I wanna know what'll happen to him
Agreed.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on November 17, 2009, 03:25:58 AM
So, time for an upade with a short preview.
I'm currently experimenting with my writing. Both polish and english alike.
I'm also remaking my old stories out of boredom. So here you guys go, preview of a certain story. Not very long.

I will only say that this version, just like the original, was kind of influenced by Excel Saga. Tough I actually never ripped it off. I tried coming up with my own ideas.
(original sucked [parasitic bomb] anyway)

[spoiler]He was sitting on the throne located in his own chamber. Darkness all around him, he was sitting there, staring blankly at the blackness.
He's a man whose ambitions are greater than those of any common men. What is it that he desires, you ask? If he heard you ask a question like that, his response would be something like: "I want to create a better world."
However, this man has not only good of the world in his mind. Oh no, in those words lays his true agenda.

"Conquest. That's the goal I've set for myself. My one and only dream... conquest of this entire planet."

He is a determined man. He will never give up on this dream.

"Am I foolish? Is my dream foolish?"

Even when he starts to doubt himself, he will continue to pursue his desire for absolute domination.

However, deep down inside of him... there's another he. Another man who has a dream.

"This entire world is filthy... unclean! That's why everyone suffers... that's why I have to cleanse it of all this trash. I must purge this world with dark flames."

In the end, only one of them will emerge victorious... which one will it be?[/spoiler]

Oh, and despite this preview being so LOLSERIOUS, this will be for ceratin part a humorous story.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on November 17, 2009, 06:47:30 AM
Hmm... Definitely getting the Excel Saga vibe, not that it's a bad thing... XD
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on November 18, 2009, 12:07:29 AM
I'm not sure if to post this in my muzak thread, or here.
Tough, because this is more of a writing thing, I decided on here.

I wrote a short poem/song(whichever fits it best. CHOOSE WISELY). It's pretty [parasitic bomb], since I don't usually write things like this.

Try to guess what was inspiration for the theme. TAKE A [tornado fang]ing GUESS!

[spoiler]Dear Alice
I miss you so
Unfortunately you are now
Ten feet below

Dear Alice
I cry bloody tears
Even my dear Cheshire
Horribly despairs

Dear Alice
What am I to do
Wonderland is crumbling
Doormouse is dead too

Dear Alice
You were supposed to be mine
Now I've killed you
I've completely crossed the line

Dear Alice
I miss you so
Unfortunately you are now
Rotting ten feet below[/spoiler]

Also, try to guess from whose perspective this is.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on November 18, 2009, 02:51:37 AM
TOUHOU *shot*

Ahem, Alice in Wonderland, and from the Queen of Spades perspective?
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on November 18, 2009, 06:10:08 AM
TOUHOU *shot*

Ahem, Alice in Wonderland, and from the Queen of Spades perspective?
Well, Alice obviously. As for your guess... nope. It's supposed to be Mad Hatter.

Yeah, I dunno.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on November 18, 2009, 04:45:25 PM
Mad Hatter ehh...
Hmm... That would have been my next choice... XD
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on December 29, 2009, 04:54:24 PM
Nothing new here, just upgrade of that ROKKUMAN EXE FANFIC PROLOGUE.

Next, I'm planning to update PARADOX once again, but first... I'm going to upgrade the first chapter, just like I did with this shortie.

Expect new [parasitic bomb] soon...

[spoiler]Rockman.EXE
Net Navi War
Prologue: It all begins…


Forte was hovering over the Internet City. It was a breath of fresh “air” for him, seeing as he always lurks in the shadows of the Undernet. But he didn’t leave that place just because he was bored of it, oh no. He left because he wanted to fight with Rockman once again.

Rockman is a Navi who relies on his human operator, on the other hand, Forte is a Solo Navigator who relies on nothing more than his own strength.
They are both rivals. Forte sees only Rockman as his equal, even tough their powers come from completely different things. Forte is fueled by his rage and hatred, while Rockman’s power comes from friendship and unity.

He despises humans, who once upon a time betrayed him, leaving a deep wound in both his body and soul. He wishes nothing else, but death upon them. Believing that the world should exist only for Navigators. Driven by both his lust for power and hatred towards humanity, he continues to kill and absorb Viruses, Net Navis and any programs of significant power. He has only one ultimate goal... annihilation of all humanity.

And yet, even now... there's something happening to him. Thanks to that blue navi, he slowly starts to change, but...

If the Vengeful God turns good... then who will take his place on the Throne of Vengeance?

*  *  *

While Forte was floating above the net city, he couldn’t help but notice how happy all the Navis down there were. They were smiling, laughing and clearly having a great time. It was completely different from the Undernet. There was no "fun" such as this in that world. There was only never ending darkness and evil.

Then, he noticed that some Navis in a alley were assaulting some girl Navi. The Evil Navis looked like typical Undernet Navis, but the girl was quite beautiful. She had long white silver hair and white dress typical for girl navi. Such girls were rare sight in the Undernet, but here, in the normal part of the net, they were quite common.

  For some reason, instead of ignoring it, he decided to help her out. There was something that pissed him off about this situation, tough he wasn't sure what it was. He quickly landed in the alley. The girl was too “busy” being scared for her life, and evil navis were too busy scaring her, so they didn’t even noticed when Forte appeared.

“Hey, you two.” Said Forte calmly, and both evil navis turned around to him. “Aren’t you two pathetic. Ganging up in two on a one weak girl? Such scum like you is barely even worth being an addition to my tremendous power.”

“What? Who the hell are you, fin-head? This gal here stole something from us, so we just want to have it ba…GUARRGH!”

  Forte pierced the biggest navi with his dark sword, and he collapsed. Instantly Forte started punching and kicking the second navi. After a while, the second one collapsed too and Forte crushed his head under his foot.

“Thank…thank you so much for saving me!” Said the girl happily. “How can I repay you?”

“Did you really steal something from them?” Asked Forte, giving the girl a cold stare.

“Oh goodness, NO! They were lying! I could never steal from anybody!” On her face appeared surprised look. Adding to that, she started swinging her arms, left and right.

“Bah, whatever. Better go back to your PET and operator.” Forte said as he started to walk away.

“My name is HE! What’s yours?”

“Forte.” He replied, before flying up high into the sky above net city. After a moment, the girl lost the sight of him.

“Forte…” The girl muttered to herself “He should be an ideal pawn for Hate Eternal.”[/spoiler]
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on January 11, 2010, 06:13:30 PM
HOLY [parasitic bomb]! I'M ACTUALLY UPDATING WITH A REAL STORY! HOLY [parasitic bomb]!

Anyway, this one is based on modified version of that world from my previous fantasy story, which I finally decided to scrap. It has no title yet, but the first story arc do has a title.

Anyway, here's the prologue for the said first story arc:

[spoiler]
Brothers of Hatred
PROLOGUE

She was running through the dark forest. She was running, because she knows all too well, that if she would have stopped for even a moment... she would have died. Therefore, even tough her legs hurt, she refused to stop. It was her will of survival that gave her the strength to keep running.

No. That's wrong.

It's not "will of survival" or anything like that. What really was driving her now... is fear. Yes, she's afraid. Afraid for her own life.

Just a moment ago, she witnessed all of her loved ones dying. Killed by the bandits. No... that wasn't the only thing. There were few girls from the village that were left alive, only to be raped brutally.
Her older sister suffered this fate, and she? What did she do?

She escaped, leaving everyone behind.

The level of disgust she feels for herself is unmeasurable, and yet she didn't give up. She had to escape, find help and... and what then?
Suddenly, a one little stone and she tripped and hit the ground. She fell right into the mud. Without any clothes, she was laying there, dirty, crying.

She left all of them in their hands. Even tough it was obvious she wouldn't have done much, except being raped and then probably taken in as a slave, she feels guilty. In fact it's so unbearable, that she decided to give up.

So as she lays there covered in mud, her will of living has disappeared.

Just then, she noticed that the place she's laying in, is actually a clearing. She realized it only now, because the moon came out from behind the clouds. Charmed, she got up so she can take a good look at it. It is for the first time she really noticed how beautiful the moon is.

And it is time of her death.

Even tough she heard the voices of the bandits that have located her, she does not stop looking at it. It's so beautiful, so dazzling, that she just can't look away. At that moment she regained her will to live. It's because of this beautiful moon, that she regained this special thing.

Her own right to exist.

However, before she can start running away again, she is stopped by a terrible pain. She screams out but... there's no one there. No one to help her.

A dagger. It pierced through her right arm. She fell down again, feeling dizzy from the pain.
It was inevitable. No matter how much of the will to live you have, if you can't defeat the one who is a threat to your life... it's useless.

There's three of them. Three of the bandits. One of them, a man with an eye patch and a disgusting face, crouched beside her, grabbing her by the head while she tried to crawl away.

"Well, little missy. You shouldn't have run away... we wouldn't have to do this if you just obediently let us dump our cum into your ass and..."

Suddenly, there was a sound of metal hitting the ground.

The man stops. He lets go of her head, gets up and starts to back away along with the other two. They were surprised, very surprised. Just now, an armored man fell from the sky. He was now, standing there, drilling the bandits with his cold stare. His armor shines like gold... no, it is golden. It seems like almost every part of him is made of gold. His hair, his armor and even his cape.
He drew his sword from the sheath attached to the belt around his waist, He did it with such gracefulness, and with only one hand. The majestic sword, with a blade that has gold ornaments, was even more dazzling to her, than the moon. The ornaments that look like sea waves during a big storm, were shining brightly in the moonlight. It was such a beautiful sight, that she could barely utter a word. All the fear in her disappeared, because she knew that that this knight was her savior.

"What the..?! Why in the hell are we afraid of this pansy?!" Said the bandit with the eye patch. "It's three against one! No armor can protect him from our..."

The bandit paused, and started backing away again, the other two did the same. The reason for this sudden change in behavior was caused by the knight, who started walking towards them. He cut the air with his sword, to give the three a stern warning of the consequences that will befall them, if they even try to fight with him.
It seems they understood completely, because the three of them started running away in the direction the village was located. When they disappeared behind the trees, the knight put his sword back into the sheath. He then crouched beside her, and with a worried look on his face, said:

"Are you all right? Don't worry. I came to help."

It was then, that their fates became one. Both rivers, joining to form a completely new one. Although neither the girl, nor the knight, expected what was laying ahead for them.

This is the story of a tragedy that shook the entire world...

The Ragnarök Calamity

*  *  *

It was a normal day for him, here at Magikademia. Just the usual stuff, like eating snacks, or guarding the books in the library from students who would want to steal some of them. That kind of stuff.
Vermundi was a simple mage. He was neither very powerful, nor weak. He was, as they say, normal.
Of course, when you call ANY mage normal right in his face, you're bound to be dead the next second. Each and every one of them, has a high opinion of himself. Questioning superiority of a mage, is like jumping into an erupting volcano. In both cases you will be burned like an idiot.

Now however, Vermundi lost all the confidence he had in himself. After all, just a few minutes ago, some elf and a Vrakkonian girl barged into the library, refused to leave, and then started going through all the books without any shred of delicacy.
When Vermundi tried to stop them, he was chained to the wall by some kind of elven spell. The worst part, of course, was that no matter how much he tried, he couldn't break this magic. It obviously meant one thing... that this elf was way above him in the "food chain" of sorcery.

Vermundi decided to take a better look at the intruders. The elf looked young, like the rest of them. In human years, he looked like something between 23 and 27 years of age.
He wore a long black cape, that covered his whole body. However, Vermundi managed to catch a glimpse of black armor underneath. An additional trait of the elf, was his hair. It was golden, which in itself wasn't a surprise. However, some parts of it, were black. Almost like he was going through some sort of transformation.

The girl on the other hand, was like a complete opposite of the elf. At least appearance wise.
She was a Vrakkonian, therefore she had beautiful short silver hair. On her head, there was an "animal like" pair of ears. This was another common trait of a Vrakkonian. Those ears act like some sort of detector. Thanks to them, Vrakkonians can detect danger, or even find someone who is far away from them.  Her age, again from the human perspective, could be somewhere around 17 or 19.
Just like the elf, she was dressed in a cape. Hers, however, was white. Vermundi was pretty sure that she also wore a shining white armor underneath.

Vermundi was just staring at the horrible scene, in which both of them were going from book to book, tossing them like they were some kind of trash. Finally he lost his patience, and decided to ask:

"I'm sorry but... what are you people looking for anyway?"

He expected to be ignored, but the exact opposite happened. The elf walked up to him. He had a suspicious smile on his face. The girl stopped tossing the books around and just watched, sometimes making movements with her Vrakkonian ears.

"Yes. Actually, it would be a good idea to ask the librarian." Said the elf. "We are looking for a certain book... a very rare book."

"What book? The Book of Revezul? The Chronicles of Damocles? The Book of Devil's Lies? If any of those three, then you are out of luck. All three of them were stolen." Said Vermundi, in hopes that it was in fact one of those.

"No, not any of those books." Replied the elf, crushing all the hopes Vermundi had left. "We are looking for the Tome of Svartálfaheimr. Do you by any chance have it?"

Suddenly, Vermundi became very weak. In fact he felt so weak, that he was almost sure he's going to die. The only mention of that book... it made him horribly ill. He could barely muster a reply.

"No, sir. We don't have it, I'm sorry."

Those were his last words, before losing consciousness. The only thing he felt was hotness. Everything around him became so horribly hot. Almost like... everything was burning.

PROLOGUE END[/spoiler]

Even tough I fixed as many errors in this, as I could. There's still probably many kinds of crap in this. So please point them out to me so I can fix it(since no one around me is able to proofread this for me... : <).
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on January 12, 2010, 01:29:01 AM
Quote
Therefore, even though her legs hurt
Fixed this line... I might have missed a few myself... XD
I generally found some spelling mistakes, but the overall grammar was fine.

Also, raep and burning. :P
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on March 19, 2010, 03:33:31 AM
While I'm preparing myself, to start ONCE AGAIN, from the beginning with my fantasy/s-f story, I bring you guys this:

ROCKMAN & FORTE
THE FANFIC ADAPTATION

I was trying to go for something different with this one, and I hope I caught at least most of the errors in this.
It's supposed to be written kind of parody like. Dunno. I'll see what you guys think.

Enjoy:

[spoiler]PROLOGUE

There are people, who like to build things out of blocks. They build various, sometimes even most amazing contraptions.
Other people, for example, like to build houses... out of cards.
These are purely hobbistic time-killers, people often do to occupy themselves. Nothing out of ordinary.

Then, of course, there's one man.
He's a man, who would stop at nothing, to reach the goal of his "hobby". He's a man, who would rather spend millions of stolen Zenny on a fortress the shape of a skull, than get himself a stable job.
HE IS A MAN, WHO WOULD RATHER BUILD A ROBOT CALLED SPRINGMAN, THAN TO BUILD SOMETHING WHICH WOULD ACTUALLY BE SOME KIND OF THREAT!

His name is Albert Wily.

He has a burning obsession with conquering the world. Enslaving it, and enforcing a totalitarian rule upon the population of this blue planet called Earth. One would think it would be so simple. He's after all, a genius! He has an army of robots at his command! Powerful Battle Machines who could bring the humanity to its knees!
However for that to happen, those "Powerful Battle Machines" would first have to last at least ten minutes against the greatest hero of them all: A blue robot named Rockman.

Each time Wily tried to take over the world, Rockman was there to stop him. Each time Wily tried to rob a bank, Rockman was there to kick his ass. Each time Wily build another ridiculous robot, Rockman was there to destroy it.
To Wily, it almost seemed like an endless cycle of failures, rage, and tears. Such was the fate of a (almost) bald old man, who constantly tries to rule the world.

Now however, Wily has completely new plans... could it be, that this time our hero is doomed?

Not likely, but let's pretend we don't know that.

*  *  *

Forte was sitting on the roof of the Skull Castle. It was an usual thing for him, since he had nothing to do these days. Of course, he could like always go, and fight with Rockman again... but the thing is , he just did not felt like it.

Safe to say, it was abnormal.

As far as everyone knew, Forte was obsessed with defeating the blue bomber. It wasn't like that, because his creator wished for it. No, he could care less about what the old man wants. He wanted to defeat Rockman... for himself. His one and only goal, is to become a legend by defeating the strongest robot on this planet... which is exactly what Rockman is.
It's true that, if not for Rockman, Forte would probably be the strongest of them all. No matter how many times he tried to defeat the blue smurf, he always failed. No matter how much training, no matter how much preparation... Rockman was always step ahead of him, for some reason.

Now however, Forte felt the need to relax, to cleanse his robotic mind of all his troubles. He was looking at the clouds in the sky, and thinking about many things. Such as: What am I? Why am I? And of course the obligatory: What would happen if I were a  human?

He was thinking about many interesting things, at least from his point of view. If he tried to speak of something like that to anybody, he would (of course) just be bombarded with intensive yawning.

To put it simply, Forte suddenly felt very DEEP.

All that deepness suddenly came to him out of nowhere. It was as if he changed completely in the span of the last couple of hours. Such things are impossible, even for robots.

The sky was beautiful, blue, and full of clouds. The sun was nicely shining down upon him, making Forte feel even more relaxed. There was a calm breeze, which brushed his face. Probably nothing could ruin it for him.

Unless...

Unless suddenly, a giant explosion would happen, or Wily would interrupt him, screaming into the intercom in his helmet.

Unfortunately for our new philosopher, both of those things happened.

There was a huge tremor, and then an explosion, and then a cloud of smoke raised to the roof. Forte grimaced, and quickly got up. He knew exactly what all of this meant. After a tense silence, which seemed like an eternity to the black robot, from the intercom in Forte's helmet boomed Wily's voice.

"Forte! Quick! Get your ass in here! Someone is... attacking the...AAAAAAAHHHH!"

The transmission was cut off. However, Forte's curiosity was picked.

"Someone? Not Rockman? Well, well." Thought Forte. "I'll better check it out."

*  *  *

Standing upon the entrance to the highly famous Robot Museum, was a blue robot. He also is, highly famous, mainly because he saved the world like a dozen times already.

His name is Rockman.

His mission this time, was to check out who attacked this Robot Museum. However, he had little problems of a Metoolic nature.

A single Metool was blocking the entrance.
Everyone knows what a Metool is. It's a little robot, with a yellow hat which is usually used on construction sites. The hats are made of, so called, "Metool Alloy", which is the strongest metal on earth. It's able to withstand almost anything... unfortunately, that even includes plasma shooting out of Rockman's arm cannon, "The Rock Buster". Metools hide their weak parts, which includes a little pea shooter, under the hat, and when you least expect it, they jump out and shoot at you. To defeat one of those little bastards, you need to be a master of absolutely perfect timing... and patience. It's easily to lose one's own sanity, when you're trying to defeat something as weak as a Metool, and you're losing badly.

At this moment, Rockman was nearing a complete madness. He was quite damaged already, and yet the little scoundrel was still functional. A wild thought crossed his mind, that, maybe, it's possible that this met was the fabled "Hard Hat". He quickly dispelled those thoughts, when he heard a familiar laughter. He turned around, to see no one other than Forte, standing on a street lamp with his arms crossed.

"Forte? What are you doing here?"

"You mean currently? If so, then I'm watching YOU getting your ass kicked by a Metool."

Rockman made a pouting face. Forte laughed again and jumped down from the lamp. He started walking toward the entrance to the museum. While passing by Rockman, he sent him a cocky smile and then pushed him aside. It would seem, Forte was about to prove to his eternal rival, that Metools are a joke, and he can deal with them easily.

Or something like that.

"What are you doing?" Said Rockman, looking at Forte, who assumed a fighting stance, with his buster ready to fire.

"Look, smurf. That's how pros do it."

With that said, Forte started shooting at the still hiding Metool, without a stop. Salvo of plasma, after a salvo.
There's this one thing about Metool alloy, that it not only stops many things from harming a Metool, but also reflects all plasma or laser attacks. Therefore, each bullet of plasma Forte fired, was reflected in random direction. They hit nearby cars, buildings, street lamps, and all those other things that happen to be in the middle of a city.

"Forte! Stop! It's no use!" Shouted Rockman, while hiding behind a nearby bench.

"Shut up! I know what I'm doi..."

Suddenly, one of the plasma bullets got a such strange destiny of journey, that when it got reflected, it flied back at Forte and hit him straight in the chest. The black robot cried out in pain like a little girl, and fell on his back. The Metool, was still standing strong, like nothing actually happened.

Forte's face was now twisted in an expression, that was a mixture of anger and pain. After a silent moment, he started to get up. Something told him to turn around, a strange urge that usually accompanies you, when you are ridiculed by someone.

And so he was. Rockman was standing there, leaning against what was left of the street lamp Forte was previously standing on. On his face, there was a huge grin. There was no need for words, this grin was enough to convey a short, and simple message:

"What now, pro?"

*  *  *

Life of a Metool is simple, and usually pretty short. You are just supposed to stand in one place, while hiding in your hat, and when an enemy comes nearby, reveal yourself and shoot at him. If he gets hit, hide. If not, you're probably dead next moment, unless you are lucky.

The Metool at the entrance, was clearly like any other Met. He shot at you when you got close, and if you didn't destroy him then, he hid again. Why two Super Battle Robots aren't able to defeat a single little Metool, is probably beyond comprehension of a mortal being. However, one could say, that those two "Super Battle Robots", are just complete friggin' idiots.

That one, would be (of course) right.

The Metool waited, while Forte and Rockman were talking at a safe distance.

"So, Forte. What are you doing here anyway?" Asked Rockman, while drinking an E-Tank to restore his energy. He handed one to Forte, who accepted it much too gladly.

"Well, you see. That old fart's fortress was attacked by some robot called King."

"King?"

Forte took a sip from the E-Tank.

"Yeah. He dared to say, he's the strongest robot on this planet, and then stole Wily's Robot Master data. So, the old man, in a fit of fury, sent me here to kill him."

"You just obediently listened to him? That's a first."

"Don't be stupid." Forte said grimacing. "I just want to kill this King, because it will bring me closer to my goal." He said, crushing the still quite full E-Tank in his hand.

"Oh. You mean that "I will become a legend" thing?" Said Rockman, throwing his empty E-Tank into the nearest trash can. He also tried to pretend Forte did not just waste the one he gave to him.

"Yeah. That. However..."

Forte's gaze went towards the entrance to the museum. The little Metool was still standing there.

"Yes. He presents a certain problem, doesn't he?." Said Rockman.

They were now both staring intensively at the Met. They hoped, that if they hated him enough, then maybe then he would blow up. Unfortunately for them, hate in itself is not able to kill, so they still had a problem at hand.

In such situations, when two people have (more or less) the same goal, and they also share the same problem which obstructs them from completing said goal, they would usually join forces.
If we are talking about two robotic rivals however, then the situation is completely different. Even if one of them IS willing to work with the other one, then that other one probably isn't. Such is one of the many twisted Laws of Universe.

"I guess we should join forces." Said Rockman, breaking off the silence. "What do you think?"

"Hell no." Replied briefly Forte.

Rockman rolled his eyes, and sighed.

"Listen. We both have to get inside there, there's no denying it. However, that friggin' Met is blocking our way, and unless we join forces, we can't defeat him."

Forte frowned. He could not deny it. For some ridiculous reason, a one Metool was able to outsmart them both. However, if they were to join forces, they could easily pull off some crazy battle maneuver, and destroy the little pest.

"Bah. Whatever. Let's do it."

Rockman smiled, and then started whispering something to Forte.

*  *  *

It was showdown time. Rockman took a deep breath, and then started running toward the Metool with a huge speed. Sensing incoming danger, the Metool got out of his little hat, and fired a round of plasma at Rockman. The blue robot then used his classic move, which was sliding on his back, and avoided the shot. At that instant, Forte destroyed the Metool with his buster.

"We did it!" Shouted Forte. "We finally did it!"

"Yeah! We are victorious!" Cried out happy Rockman.

Rockman and Forte were jumping around, happy that they won. Reality, however, started to drill its way into their tick metallic skulls quite quickly. Not even a minute has passed, when they realized, they just had to use a tactical maneuver... to defeat a little robot with a yellow hat. They both looked at each other with uncomfortable gazes. After a moment of awkward silence. They turned to the entrance.

"Shall we?" Asked Rockman.

"After you." Replied Forte.

PROLOGUE END[/spoiler]
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on March 19, 2010, 01:11:36 PM
But Spring Man is like the ultimate Slinky! O^O

Anyways...
Man, I had a good laugh there.
Rockman. Forte. Stumped by a Metool. Brilliant. XD
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on April 19, 2010, 08:45:45 PM
[ACHTUNG PEOPLE!]

I need a honest opinion on something, so please read this and reply here.

So, basically... I have this [tornado fang]ing idea in my head and I want to write it down as a story. First in Polish, then translate to english.

The title would be either "Silence in the Library" or "The Librarian: Silence in the Library".

It would take place in my own certain world, where there's bullshit stuff like super heroes, aliens and [parasitic bomb], but it will have basically none of this crap.

This is the general idea for the introduction:

The story would be about a girl, who was just appointed a school president. Her name is Felicia. The school has a huge ass library full of books, but rarely anyone visits it. Supposedly the place is haunted or some crap. So she goes to investigate wassup, along with two of her friends. Alister and Alicia.
It turns out that the library is even bigger than they expected. There, they meet a guy their age (17-18, can't decide) who apparently was appointed a librarian some long time ago. His name is Adries(name might be a subject of change). And so, it turns out that he's kinda strange and eccentric. Changing his behaviour from calm and composed, to acting completely out of it. Like: making strange faces, babbling on and on about many things nobody really gets, and stuff.
Tougether with him, they are going to solve the mystery of the supposedly haunted library in order for it to become usable for others, and maybe there will be a romantic subplot.... no ,there will definitely be a romantic subplot.

Now my question is... does that idea sound interesting? I really need to know, so please tell me gaiz. I want to finally get serious with my crappy writing, and this might be it. But first I need a second opinion.

kthx
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on April 20, 2010, 09:30:56 AM
Personally, I don't see anything wrong with that.
It sounds pretty interesting from that summary, so I say go for it.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Mirby on April 20, 2010, 09:33:47 AM
DO EET! NAO! Please?
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on April 27, 2010, 07:35:25 PM
Okay, you two. Thanks. I'm currently during the process of planning everything out, and writing it down. So it will take some time, before I'll start writing. Even then, I'll let it sit on my HDD for some time. I also changed the librarian strange guy's name. From Adries to RUFUS. So please, remember it. : P

Also, I have another question regarding this story, namely a story arc I thought up. This is a SEQUEL, mind you.

The title of the story arc would be "The Librarian Who Never Existed". It would start almost the same as, Silence in the Library. Felicia has just become a new school president. Her first mission? Well... obviously it's to go and check out the old library right? No actually, it's to check if all of the school clubs aren't abusing their funds.
Wait, wat.
Felicia feels some strange sadness, when she passes by a huge empty space on the outskirts of the school, yet she doesn't know why. She has a feeling, as if something is missing.
Then, a man who wears a black tail-coat, a top hat and holds something that looks like a scepter in his hand, walks up to her and asks:

"Do you remember the boy from the Library?"

With that said, he just disappears. At that moment, miss president starts to realize that something is not right. That something very important is missing... something that should stand there on the outskirts of the school... A Library where a boy named Rufus resides.

After that moment... bad [parasitic bomb] starts to happen. AND MYSTERY DEEPENS.

So, what do you people think? Is such a story arc a good idea? Or should I throw it away? This is the last time I'll be asking about such a thing, because this one is kind of an experiment for me... and also something totally new.

I SHALL AWAIT ANSWERS, NOBLE PEOPLE.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on May 03, 2010, 12:36:19 PM
Rufus... Why am I laughing inside? XD

Anyways...
Regarding this arc, this something...
I'm pretty intrigued... I say yes.
Should prove interesting to see a sequel.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on September 04, 2010, 07:40:33 PM
I deleted the previous entry, since what I posted there was crap.

I wrote this today. I made up another fanfic, and I'm kind fond of the plot, so I might actually continue this one.
Why? Because I finally am starting my "LRN2WRITEINENGRISH" thing for real.

So, the title of this fanfic is... Rockman X. Yep, just that.

Tough, the first story arc is titled: "The Cataclysm Element".

This crap takes place, after the events of X6. With the ruined world, and whatnot.

Enjoy?

[spoiler]
Prologue...
Dreams and Nightmares

Everything burns, falls down to the ground. Everything is burning! Death came and took everything away from me.
I'm running, running away. I don't know where, but I just want to escape.
Escape from him, this monster... the monster I...

I can smell the smoke, I know that since he killed them, now he's going after me.
Where did I went wrong? What mistake did I overlook? It took me so many years, so many defeats!
It cost me so much, and when I was sure of my victory... my triumph!

So... I'm running. Running without looking away, too scared to even stop to catch breath.
My legs are failing me, my heart is in pain.
Yet I will not stop, not until I finally escape all of it! This hell!

Death, blood, ruins, explosions, death, smoke, blood, death, he's coming, I can hear it! The Grim Reaper is near! The one who is nothing! The one who should not exist! THE ONE I CREATED!

He is near.

I can hear it... I can hear him! He's right behind me, and I can no longer escape. A barricade blocks my way, made of both robots, and humans. I can see it, how the human bodies are disfigured. I want to puke, but I have nothing inside me anymore.

He can hear.

Just sorrow... and regret.

He'll whisper in your ear.

The Red Devil... has come for me.

"IS IT THE DEATH YOU FEAR?!"

*  *  *

He awoke, screaming. It was a bit too much, yes, a bit too much for him. This dream he had, so horrible... those visions were haunting him for a few days now. Should Repliroids even dream? He wondered.
Something wasn't right... he knew it. He knew deep down that something was wrong with him.
Yet, he didn't even try to talk about it with anybody else. Not even with X.
He knew he should, but he couldn't. Who was that old man? Why all those deaths? Why did he do it?
Those questions were painfully burning the mind of the red Repliroid.
But there was an another thing that bothered him... those words...

He is near.
He can hear.
He'll whisper in your ear.
Is it the death you fear?

Then there's one more sentence... he knows that it should be there, but he doesn't remember what it says.
Whenever he tries to remember, a chill runs through his body. It's fear... he's afraid to remember.

The one who fears no foe.
The one who fights alone.
The one who knows pain.
The Red Warrior... Zero.

He's afraid, afraid of one thing.

Himself.

*  *  *

"Checking body condition of the Neoroid."

Where am I?

"Body condition stable. Checking brain condition."

What is this place? I can't see clearly... like I'm in a dream.
Is this a dream? Is this real? Where is this place?
A laboratory? What... what am I doing here?

"Brain condition stable. He seems to be in perfect condition."

An old voice... there's someone old there. Who is it?

"So it's a success, then. Is he awake,  Professor? Can I talk to him?"

Another voice. Younger, but more... hard, cruel. I'm scared.

"Well... according to the readings, he can hear what we are saying right now."

What's happening? Where am I? Who am I?

"Can you hear me, boy?"

Huh?

"You are the first of many... many, many more. You are a seed, from which a new race will sprout. A New Generation of Repliroids."

I try to move... to react... but I can't. The only thing I see next is darkness. An never ending black void...

Who am I?
What am I?

"Now listen boy, the next words I'll say are important. You must remember them."

Words? What words?

"Remember them."

Yes.

"He is near."

Who is near?

"He can hear."

Who can hear?

"He'll whisper in your ear."

Who'll whisper in my ear?

"Is it the death you fear?"

No. I fear...

"Nothing."

DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES... end[/spoiler]

Posted on: September 04, 2010, 02:43:23 PM
First chapter of this Rockman X fanfic.
Enjoy?

http://kharaxel.deviantart.com/art/Rockman-X-EP1-Ch1-178029610
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on November 15, 2010, 07:26:18 AM
Very interesting fanfic.
Seeing X being totally out of character is shocking, to say the least.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on January 10, 2011, 11:00:49 PM
I started more stories, which I abandoned than I care to count. (Not even talking about shitfics)
But there's one particular universe, I keep coming back to.
Here's my new, fresh and sexy take on that universe.
The story, discounting the prologue and the epilogue, will be three chapters long.
They will be longer chapters than the [parasitic bomb] I usually write.

enjoy? Please feel free to point out all errors.

PS: It's supposed to be MOSTLY a humorous story.
[spoiler]Long ago, in a fantasy land far far away, there was a tall dark castle. Living in this castle was a tall dark Vampire, along with his army of teenage looking vampires. Everybody in the land of Terration, feared this Vampire, for he was the Dark Lord. The Apostle of Darkness. The Dark Messenger. The Dark God. Et cetera, et cetera.
Rumors of his cruelty and evil spread across the entire planet, engulfing it in fear of his very existence.
For it was he, and no one else, who committed mass genocide of the Elves. This news alone, struck fear into the hearts of men, women and children.
Everybody could only wonder, when this horrible creature will try to take the entire world for himself... and...

What kind of sick depravity goes on in his impenetrable fortress.

*  *  *

“THERE! FASTER! YES! FASTER!”

I clench my teeth, and speed up just like I was ordered to. I wish to punch my instructor in the face, even though she's a woman, but in the end I decide against it when a certain gruesome thought reminded me of the last person who tried that. For simplicity's sake, let's say that this person is now RIP (Resting in Pieces).

Sigh...

When my superior officer, sir Gerald, offered to find a perfect person to oversee the training of my speed, I should have known something was not right. Sir Gerald is an okay guy, and kinda like a father to me, but he has a very specific sense of humor. He always does it in a way, that you will not notice that he's pulling a trick on you, until you're finally body deep in [parasitic bomb]. It wasn't bad, until there comes a time when you are at the center of his stupid pranks.
For one such as me, who is probably the closest to sir Gerald in the entire “Dark Strike Army”, those pranks happen constantly.

This time, however, it was one of the worst jokes sir Gerald ever pulled on me. The person who is training me now, is Lady Emillaisa Synamic Everdoll, right hand woman of Lord Natevurus himself. Her sexiness is something to be commended on, as is her wisdom, power and tactical skill. However she had no idea, as everyone thought, what “I CAN'T MOVE ANYMORE I THINK I'M DYING” means.
Whenever she was training someone, which is rare (but still happens), she would usually almost get her “pupils” killed, by putting them through hellish training.

Can't say I am a miraculous exception from this.

At the very beginning she made me put on “special” shoes, where “special” translates to “really [tornado fang]ing heavy”. Even for a soldier such as me, trying to move quickly in boots like this is simply too much. Not that she would care, even if I complained about it. The only thing she's doing is shout at me and jiggle her big boobs from time to time, all while she flies beside me when I run.

“YOU'VE SLOWED DOWN! FASTER! COME ON!”

I try to speed up again, as I'm ordered to. Her voice right now is making me wanna vomit. Preferably on her. Maybe it's just that I'm running non-stop in god-knows-how-heavy boots for whole two hours now. It's very kind of her to remind me “how much time she wasted with me”, though. I must remember to tell her that later.

“Okay! STOP!”

Finally. The words I've been waiting for are said, and I fall flat on the ground. Now I will hear her lecture, about how much I “suck”... probably Yet I don't care, because finally the first day of training is finally over. For a moment I'm relived, but then I recall the fact that it's the FIRST day of such horror... and I no longer feel so relived. I take a quick glance at my instructor, to see that she's writing something in her notebook. I recognize it instantly as the rumored “Black Notebook of Dark Doom”, as it was titled by people who trained under her.
All she writes there, she shares with Lord Natevurus, and all she writes there is data from the trainings... but why would she write anything about my training in it, when my training is not really a part of the “official training program”? It makes me wonder so much, that if I wasn't so tired I would ask her about it. On the other hand though, she would probably brush me off anyway.

“Well then...” She says finally, hiding her notebook. “Get up. You can take off those boots now. You're free for the day.”

I don't need you to tell me I'm free for the day, [sonic slicer].

“Understood, my lady.” I say, being barely able to even reply.

She nods and starts to walk back to the castle, leaving me on my own. Well, not that I can complain. She's finally gone, and that is one of the things I wanted to happen, beside her everlasting misery, of course.

My name is Arverigor. Arverigor Zyrrak. I'm one of the soldiers serving in the army of The Great Dark Lord Natevurus. We are a group gathered by this man, we all were saved by him. We pledged our alliance to, and every one of us would be glad to die for him.
We are vampires serving the strongest vampire that ever walked the planet.
The oncoming three days, however, would appear to be very troublesome for us all... and it all starts with the appearance of a very unusual intruder.

PROLOGUE END[/spoiler]
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Dr. Wily II on January 11, 2011, 07:20:26 AM
Hmm.
Seems interesting for the moment.
I'll gladly await the next chapter.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on March 04, 2011, 08:57:13 PM
HELLLO! AND WELCOME TO THE SHOW!
Today, I will post some great [parasitic bomb] GREAT unfinished works of mine.

First off... a short unfinished script for a Code Geass fandub.

[spoiler]EPISODE 1:

Jeremiah: I feel truly wonderul today. So much, that I think I'm going to...
Viletta: You're going to... what?
Jeremiah: ARRANGE A PUBLIC EXECUTION!
Jeremiah: Doesn't matter. Go frame an eleven or something.
VilettA: Will do. But first a question.
Jeremiah: Yeeessss?
Villetta: Are you high on drugs again?
Jeremiah: YesNO! NO! No *laughs uncomfortably*. JUST GET TO WORK!

*  *  *

Lelouch: Damn, this is a fine day. I hope...
Shirley: Hey, Lulu!
Lelouch: GOD [tornado fang]ing DAMMIT! I need to hide!
Shirley: TOO LATE!
Lelouch: HOLY BEEJEBUS, WOMAN! DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!
Shirley: Silly, Lulu. Always a scaredy cat, huh?
Lelouch: YOUR MOM IS A SCAREDY CAT!
Shirley: What?!
Lelouch: YOUR MOM IS A WHAT!
Shirley: That's silly, Lulu.
Lelouch: I [tornado fang]'d YOUR MOM SILLY!
*Shirley, Kallen, Diethard, Villetta, C.C., Few Random characters, and CHARLES are staring at Lelouch silently*
Lelouch: Okay, I'm done.

* * *

Nunnally: Big brother.
Lelouch: What is it, my little cripple?
Nunnally: What... did you just call me?
Lelouch: Nothing. So what is it?
Nunnally: They said on tv that Suzaku-san will be publicly executed for being a moron.
Lelouch: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Nunnally: Big brother, that's not funny.
Lelouch: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
Nunnally: BIG BRO...
Lelouch: OH MY GOD!
Nunnally: WHAT?!
Lelouch: Did you just say... "Suzaku-san"?
Nunnally: Mmmmaybe.
Lelouch: IF YOU DO THAT EVER AGAIN I'LL MURDER YOU WITH MY GUN!
Nunnally: EEP!

*  *  *[/spoiler]

And second (and last) is something I started out of boredom... some sort of supercondensed fanfic based on EXE Stream Episode 1. Whatever.

[spoiler][OPENING HERE]

EPISODE 1
TITLE: DUNNOLOL



SCENE 1: Wily Blows [parasitic bomb] Up


[Wily is picking up a can from the street, when suddenly a passing by car splashes him with water.]

Wily: {Annoyed} {Mumbling} You are already dead.

[He shoots out a rocket from his cart and blows up the car, killing the drunk driver who probably had a wife and kids.]

Wily: {Satisfied} Gotcha [sonic slicer]!


SCENE 2: MY OPINION > your opinion


[Yuuichiro, Comissioner Kifune and Manabe are watching recording of a comet The video is presented by a guy whom I'll call Rupert]]

RUPERT: {Excited} So, as you can see... THIS is a COMET. This COMET is very nice, but there's nothing special about it... I'm sure of it.

Yuuichiro: Are you sure? Because I think it might be artificial.

RUPERT: {Laughs mockingly) STUUUPID SciLab scientist! I already said it's nothing special!

Yuuichiro: {Annoyed} Weeeell, excuuuse me for trying to state my own opinion.

RUPERT: {Laughs mockingly... again} Your opinion is of no value to me, stupid SciLab scientist.

Yuuichiro: ... I think we'll be leaving now.

RUPERT: {SHOUTING} ARE YOU SAYING MY OPINION SUCKS?!

Yuuichiro: Shut up.


SCENE 3: Superman can, why can't we?


[Yuuichiro, Kifune and Manabe are riding in a car]

Yuuichiro: {Pissed} Goddamn, that guy was annoying.

Kifune: Dr. Hikari...

Yuuichiro: {Shouting angrily} WHAT?!

Kifune: {Surprised} I-I just wanted to ask... what will we do about Duo and his Comet?

Yuuichiro: We'll throw him into the sun.

Kifune: Ummm... how?

Yuuichiro: I don't know, and I don't care. Right now I must post on my blog about that retard who insulted me.

Kifune: {Sighs)


SCENE 4:

[Yuuichiro walks into SciLab's "main room", Meijin is pressing buttons on the console of a computer]

Mejin: {Satisfied} Pressing random buttons sure is fun.

Yuuichiro: Hey, Meijin.

Meijin: Hey, Hikari mah bro, want to press random buttons with me?

Yuuichiro: I'll pass.

[Suddenyl, they get a call from Rupert]

RUPERT: {scared} HOLY CRAP SCILAB SCIENTIST GUY!

Yuuichiro: What do you want, [Top Spin]?

RUPERT: THE COMET IS SENDING OUT STRANGE WAVES! I THINK IT MIGHT BE ARTIFICIAL LIKE YOU SAID!

Yuuichiro: {Laughing triumphantly} GOTCHA [sonic slicer]![/spoiler]

Keep in mind those are VERY unfunny, and I'm posting them just so I can post something.

Posted on: February 23, 2011, 07:32:44
hey guize, I have a question.
This is kinda storywriting related, well... not exactly but.

I created basic rules for a card game while chatting with a friend, so... anybody interested in taking look at it and telling me what they think? If you have a suggestion, feel free. Questions are accepted too.


AND CHECK OUT MY MUSIC THREAD TOO! ;___;

Anyway, here it is:

[spoiler]mmm...
20:26:27
maybe something like this:
20:27:55
it wil lbe summon based. basically I'm thinking of something like this:
20:28:12
Players can ONLY have 40 card in their deck
20:28:46
20 of them are supposed to be ONLY monsters or whatever of various kinds
20:29:14
the rest can by any amount of other cards
20:29:55
we'll have monster cards, Weapon Cards (Equip),




Krzysiek (Norvel)
20:30:05
and what kind of cards you would put in deck?
20:30:08
ok go on




Lord Forte
20:30:53
World Cards (Field, which boosts certain monsters stats, sometimes offering special effects for them too)




Krzysiek (Norvel)
20:31:59
yup




Lord Forte
20:34:00
Trick Cards (Which are basically kinda like Traps, but in order to use them, you have to ALWAYS meet special conditions. For Example: You have 2 same monsters on the field, and at least on world card. Then you can use a Trick Card to, for example, inflict damage to your opponents life points.)
20:34:40
oh and you can use one type of trick card only once per turn
20:34:48
so if you have a trick card called
20:35:09
"SHITSTOMPING DICKNUGGETS", you can't use any more of these cards per duel
20:35:16
yeah, not turn... DUEL




Krzysiek (Norvel)
20:35:21
oh




Lord Forte
20:35:22
I typed wrong there
20:35:27
unless
20:35:38
by another trick card effect




Krzysiek (Norvel)
20:36:25
aham




Lord Forte
20:36:45
and
20:37:22
lastly
20:37:41
there will be Dark Spell Cards and Light Spell Cards
20:38:22
the difference between the two, is that to use Dark Spell Cards you have to always sacrifice something, often your "life points" or whatever
20:38:42
but they offer devastating power, which can often turn the game around in your favor
20:39:25
while Light Spell Cards offer less devastating things, but you don't have to pay any friggin' life points or anything to use them
20:39:49
oh, and there are two cathegories of monster cards
20:40:13
LIGHT and DARK... they all have sub-cathegories, like "wind" "magic" "fire" etc.




Krzysiek (Norvel)
20:40:43
yup
20:40:46
and?




Lord Forte
20:41:07
Light Monsters uisually have less attack, but can use some cool effects




Krzysiek (Norvel)
20:41:14
is there any connection between LSC/DSC and LM/DM?




Lord Forte
20:41:31
Dark Monsters usually have more attack, and less cool effects
20:41:34
yes actually
20:41:55
it's kinda like this... to summon monsters, you need points
20:42:16
there can be max 20 points, and all players start with 5
20:42:24
each monster
20:42:38
each monster's summoning costs there points
20:42:54
max 20, for the strongest monsters




Krzysiek (Norvel)
20:43:13
yup




Lord Forte
20:43:20
you can earn points through sucesfully destroying your
20:43:27
enemy's monsters
20:43:58
you always gain half of the points of that monster
20:44:04
but for example
20:44:56
if a monster has 5 points, you toss a coin, call a side, and if you get correct side, you get 3 points... if not, you get two and so on
20:45:10
geddit?
20:45:51
hmmm... I think it should be all for now
20:46:02
when it comes to basic engine, what do you think?[/spoiler]
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on June 06, 2011, 05:17:05 PM
I wrote this short thing to convey my feelings after playing some Shadow the Hedgehog.
There might be more but it's not like anybody [tornado fang]ing cares.
Neither do I.

Additionally, if I play anymore of this game I will probably go mad.

[spoiler]SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG OF DARK DOOM AND EVIL AND STUFF
                                          EPISODE 1
                                           MY PAST!

-SCENE 1-

Shadow: What's my past?! I don't know myself!
*BLACK DOOM APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE*
Black Doom: SHADOW! BRING THE SEVEN CHAOS EMERALDS TO ME!
Shadow: Who the hell are you?!
Black Doom: SHUT UP AND DO IT!
Shadow: There's no helping it. I gotta find these Chaos Emeralds!
*SHADOW LIKE A GOOD TOOL GOES TO FIND THE EMERALDS*

-SCENE 2-

*SONIC APPEARS*
Sonic: Hey, Shadow! These Aliens must be stopped, man.
Shadow: I don't give a da...
*ALIEN SOLDIER SHOOTS SHADOW*
Shadow: Goddammit! Have at thee!
*SHADOW KILLS THE ALIEN SOLDIER... quite gruesomely too.*
Black Doom: WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU TRAITOR?!
Shadow: He shot me!
Black Doom: SILENCE! THE RAMIFICATIONS OF YOUR DISOBEDIENCE WILL BE SEVERE!
Shadow: RAMI... what?
*BLACK DOOM ZAPS SHADOW*

-SCENE 3-

*SHADOW WAKES UP IN GLYPHIC CANYON*
Shadow: What the hell happened? Oh yeah... he zapped me and now I'm here.
Shadow: Oh well... off to find those eme...
Knuckles: EMERROWWDSSS!
Shadow: Oh GOD!
Knuckles: Yo, yo, yo. Mah [shadow runner]. Let's put a cap in dat alien ass, ya dig?
Shadow: Whatever.
Knuckles: Just don't attack dose pussy ass army suckas. They on our side, [shadow runner].
Shadow: Oka...
*GUN SOLDIER SHOOTS SHADOW*
Shadow: Oh no you didn't.
*SHADOW KILLS THE SOLDIER BY SHOOTING HIM IN THE FACE*
Knuckles: SHADOW! DON'T ATTACK DEM SUCKAS, MAN!
Shadow: Shut up you idiot! He shot me!
*BLACK DOOM APPEARS... again*
Black Doom: So you're here Shadow. Now I want you to kill all the...
Shadow: Didn't you label me as a traitor few minutes ago?
Black Doom: ....
Shadow: ....
Black Doom: SHADOW YOU TRAITOR!
Shadow: Sigh.

TO BE CONTINUED[/spoiler]
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Krystal on June 07, 2011, 06:58:08 AM
(http://assets0.ordienetworks.com/images/GifGuide/clapping/joker.gif)

You should write more.
Title: Re: Kharaxel's crappy engrish writing.
Post by: Rin on February 07, 2012, 10:19:46 PM
Good [tornado fang]ing God...
http://kharaxel.deviantart.com/#/d4oz4wo
I wrote this new thing that might become something I'll write to improve my english storywriting.
Also, this thread is mostly filled with terrible crap. I need to [tornado fang]ing get rid of most of that filth.