Savage Dragon

Maybe its because i'm a senior in high school and big change is coming up for me, but for some reason or another I've been really nostalgic about my childhood recently. Things were just simpler back then... sigh. It's just one of those things that can only be properly said with a good cliche. Thank you for the blast from the past, the walk down memory lane, and giving my inner child some fresh air. **still a mighty morphin power rangers fan**

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- Johnathan Deere - Male - 49 - White, well-groomed, wealthy - Tractor Tycoon who despite being wealthy enough to bribe himself out of jury duty, and probably out of court if he had to, serves like every other US citizen cause he is just so gosh-darn proud to be an american. hard to payoff cause he already has everything he wants.

Savage Dragon stood on the edge of one of the taller towers of the Keep, massaging his temples. It had been a long week and the weekend offered no chance for relaxation. Family and friends were all running through his mind, causing disorder, but not as much as the females were doing. That's why he had come here. This was the only place he could still find release. Breathing deepily, he took one last look at the night sky before falling into the air. He let the air rush around him as he felt his dragon wings form and catch the air beneath him, carrying him into the sky. He let only his wings transform, choosing to remain in his human body as he flew. There was something about the air running against skin that scales couldnt achieve

the fool, little siblings are always the face of evil very good read, makes me wish i had my own castle to explore guess i'll settle for the high school

ticket *she's got a ticket to ri-hide, shes gotta ticket to ri-hi-hide, shes gotta ticket to riiiide and she dont care**

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because X3 had a different director than the first two, i found the change very obvious in the way the actors were directed, so while all the new characters seemed pretty cool, the old ones from the other movies seemed different and fake. i think they really lost something when they lost their director, but it will work out better in the long run for everyone, he went on to do Superman returns

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Mario is feeling a little tired after 40 days and 40 nights of following a trail and a little lonely, so he is glad to have his new friend the blackbird to converse with. He also feels great hunger after the long journey, but realizes in his haste to get started on the journey, he did not pack enough supplies to keep him well-fed. His supply of meatballs had fallen dangerously low and the pasta has been gone for almost a week. So Mario asks his new friend the blackbird if he has anything to eat. "Though I travel far and wide, I carry no supplies with me. My secret? I know where food grows plentiful and can find a meal fit for a blackbird anywhere my journeys take me." Mario's joy at finding a source of food causes him to jump, then double jump, but soon his joy wavers when he realizes a meal fit for a blackbird consists mostly of mushrooms and turnips. Grumbling about what he would do for some tortellini right about now, he pockets the fungus lunch for later and heads West, avoiding the flase track made by the almost dragon.

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In his attempts to stay neutral in the Hundred Sheep War that has decimated certain portions, and certain members, of the Pen community, Savage Dragon bravely seeks out a place to hide. Seeing as he has observed Wyvern in the middle of the battlefield for quite some time he decides that the Recuiter's Office must be empty. Entering the hall that contains said office, he lunges down the hall way only to find Wyvern lunging down the same hallway in the opposite direction. After a brief period of tumbling, grumbling, and detangling himself from Wyvern's "armor" of fluffly mammals, Savage Dragon makes it to the door, with a strange peice of paper firmly attached to he left shoe. And so he greets Silus for the first time after running into him, whilest hopping in the door on one foot, trying to read the wool and tarr covered application. "Is this yours?" he asks as he crawls up off the floor a second time, "it's good. I'm Savage Dragon and let me say welcome to the pen, keep up the good work..." he hands Silus his shoe with the app still attached and gives a reassuring nod of his head, which also serves the purpose of removing a few more feathers from his hair. he then dashes for the door, adding as he goes "... and word of advice, keep your head down."

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Eventually it was the dog that woke me up, licking at my hand. I tensed when i realized i had overslept. I had been given a clock, but it didn't have an alarm. Luckily i had only overslept by about an hour, besides the timing wasn't all that critical, it just felt like something that had to be done at night. I stretched as I climbed out of bed and walked past the window that only a week ago had nearly caused me to wet myself. It's one thing to see pictures of the earth from outerspace, its another to see it through a pane of glass. This week had been... unsettling. First he had thought he had died, then he had learned that he was being held by space aliens. The same aliens who had killed almost everyone on his planet. They had decided that the human species had become too irrational and so they decimated it. And they hadn't been alone in this decision, the whole universe had been watching them and the decision had been made by a council of races. Earth had been duped, for the whole of human existence, they had been monitored and judged by the rest of the universe. And they had been found lacking, they were found to be unworthy and so they were all killed, save a few thousand who would be "rehabilitated" and given a new home. and i was one of the 10,000 that had been spared. and i was feeling a little... irrational. The time was right, i had seen the door, the door that had been labeled "Emergency Vessel" (well actually it said something in so wierd alien language but i had had a translating machine with me at the time). The only thing I took with me was Renegade, i had nothing else. Then i went out into the hall. The door had been on one of the lower levels...

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Part II ---------------------------------------------------------- "R U Serious?" is a title hard to take seriously, but it's a show that has had a serious effect on my life. It was put on by my church about two years ago, a simple show with a simple message. It was directed by my Sunday school teacher and performed by our class. I probably don't have to tell you that its message was about Jesus. Some of my best friends were in that show and it's remained in my mind as one of the best shows I ever did. I've been doing theater for about as long as I can remember, courtesy of my mother's influences. I've been the Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland, Mecrucio in Romeo and Juliet, and Huck Finn in Tom Sawyer. I've been a pirate, a penguin's agent, and a prince. I've been a member of the KKK, a catcher for the Washington Senators baseball team, and a raccoon. I've acted, sung, "tech"-ed, and directed. I've seen my share of shows. I've been a part of well run shows that ended badly, poorly run shows that pulled it off in the end, and shows that I'm ashamed to have been a part of. But there have been countless shows that I will always treasure. "R U Serious?" is at the top. I've been the lead in numerous plays, in "R U Serious?" I was a chorus member. I've had a solo in numerous musicals, in "R U Serious?" I sang with everybody else. I did have a few small parts that I could call my own, but nothing big. For the most part I just got to be a part of it. And I wasn't alone, my best friend Andrew was part of the show and his current girlfriend Sarah Preston, so were two of my friends Jessica Darcy and Whitney Zangarine, even my little sister, Nichole came to some of the rehearsals though she wasn't able to be in the show. We all had small parts that we each got to have fun with, but most of the time we were able to just hang out. We had rehearsal only once a week and they were usually pretty short. We sang the songs and only received basic blocking because we didn't have access to our stage yet. We joked with each other and escaped from a lot of our other worries of the time. But what we we're all looking forward to was the Lock In, the day where all the cast slept over at the church and we worked on the show. We rehearsed, ate dinner and breakfast the next day together, and watched tapes of the churches old shows. Mostly, though, it was just an excuse to stay up all night and one that we celebrate. The Lock In was a lot of fun. Some people stayed up all night, but I didn't make it. The show was the next weekend. We weren't entirely ready, but we felt completely ready. The show was old, corny, and was only funny when you made fun of it, but we loved it. When the show started, we walked in from the audience, singing our hearts out about Jesus. The show went on through a football game, a mall food court, and the home and we had fun cheering for imaginary teams, throwing food at each other, and singing lame songs with important meanings at the top of our lungs. When the show was over, we were all close to crying. That same day my friend Jessica and my sister Nichole became Christians. It was the most fun show I've ever done. It was the most important show I've ever done.

It wasn’t that big a deal to me. It would just be something cool, something I could say was mine and it would say something about who I was. I didn’t want to pay a lot for it; I just wanted it so I could wear it every now and then. I had no idea how important it was going to become to me. When my grandmother passed away, I started ask real questions for the first time. I wanted to know where she was, if she was safe, if she was happy. My parents had taken me to church and put me in Sunday school when I was kid, but that’d been a long time ago. I had never paid much attention in those classes, but it seemed like a good place to start. Like any other high-schooler, I began by asking my friends. I was surprised by the answers I got from some of them. This guy named Jesus apparently had the answers. One of them asked if I wanted to come to church with him. A day later I gave my life to Christ. A year later, I became a full member of Groveton Baptist Church. That’s what this was all about, it was about my faith. I’m incredibly proud of my faith. It’s one of the most important decisions I’ve ever made and it was a decision I’d made on my own. I’m proud that I love Jesus and I want people to know. So I began looking around for one. I mentioned it to my mom and my mom, being the shopping master that she is, looked for one too. She came back with all sorts of options that she’d bought for me. Some were very pointy and some were dull; some had chains and some had beads; some fit tightly and some were loose. They were all very ordinate, but none of them “fit”. I thanked my mom and told her she could take them back. They were all very unique and that, peculiarly enough, was what bothered me. In high school, everyone tries to be different. No one tries to fit into the crowd anymore, they try to stand out. Everyone has conformed to the idea of non-conformity. (Yes, I know that’s very confusing, my friends and I have stayed up late many nights trying to understand it all). I was no different; I wanted to be different as well. I went through many different styles. I had a period where I liked to wear shirts with funny sayings, but I stopped because I kept seeing other people wearing the same shirt. For a while I wore my leather jacket everyday, and then a friend started wearing the leather jacket his dad had sent him from Russia so I stopped. Sometimes when I tried new styles, I found they had already been claimed by someone else. Wearing dinner jackets with jeans was Will’s. Wearing ties was Mike’s. Wearing long sleeves under a t-shirt was Andrew’s. Even popped collars had been claimed by Austin. For so long I had been lost in my attempts to be individual. But I didn’t have that problem when I was at church or talking with my Christian friends. No one cared who was the most unique, there was no pressure to think of something new and different. I could just be me, even if “me” wore plain clothes and didn’t stand out in a crowd. I began to try less to be different and began to just wear the simplest clothing. I was surprised when after a while I realized that I had indeed succeeded in becoming different. Out of all the kids in my high school, I was one of the few that were ok being the same. So when my mom showed me all those different ones, they just didn’t appeal to me because they were trying to hard to be different, I wanted one that just was. For Christmas my family has always had the tradition of opening one present on Christmas Eve, and after a while the kids in my family noticed that they had a habit of always being pajamas, which we would wear that night and into the next morning while we opened presents. That Christmas Eve started the same way; I got a new pair of pajamas with Snoopy on them, which I put on. But when my three sisters and I had changed into our pjs, my mother announced she had another set of gifts to hand out that year and out came four of the smallest boxes. Surprised my sisters and I opened them, for my sisters they revealed three pairs of beautiful earrings, for me it revealed a silver cross on a silver chain. It was exactly what I wanted. I thanked my mother for the perfect gift. But she told us the gift wasn’t from her. It was the last gift from my grandmother.