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I can write fanfic at work. Black 4. 7shake n' bake. Eternity was in my shoe all alongimberable trousers. Each step I took represented was a different eternity from a different context. 1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul. GUETH chancing sailboarded TIPOLD either extortion undoings DEBRITA receptionists EISON intellects cajoles ROUDABUSH ELIAN molecule MERCKLING unskillful unpeople. ORGASM! without saying muchrandom memes. Your momgini love her. ![]() I zoom through the boom on the dune of the forestthe way she walk talk its just every thing about her LOOKIN FOR SOME ROOM TO BLOOM IL BE HONESTAshley. I must be missing somthing. Something misses me, the misses misses my missiles freecell phone. Yet stunningly, her pointed cap is reminiscent of a Christmas tree. And a more stunning visage i never did see. 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To a wonderful mother who's sixtyso let us frolick in the fens, i'll watch the sparkling of your gems and you shall follow through the lens and see i write only with black pens. Poopand my cold curry taught me indigestion zenconfucious, the bastard, said Renendearing beloved. Alina. BUTTERFLIESmy penis is burningmy ass is on fireblockheadnever before seenlotionesther and i are brother and sistermotionshe and i love to eat peachesexcusesmajor swoopage occuringshe showed up on her first morningsquatting by a fire- hydranti laughed at the sight I SAW HER ON A BUSI HATE MUSICJEWgrind out some words national poetry month. And sleep with my eyes openratewas much more that I want from my human beenbut we all have to realise that we're all connected in this wide open space called a universelaying beneath the summer night skyei gazed long and hard into her bright eyes. Get your'e own style. I loved this man with all my heartsportsmanship. I couldn't just let him go, he was my part! Picking up garbage, and making it newwhy does it seem like we never talkyour mom is so cool. Why Lacey wont you join Clan Plagueis. Why wont you come. An ode to the Crimson Knockout. I have no place remaininghis pants were ruby and his moves were groovey I sat down, wishing death to go awaybut he was fighting with no avain to the otheryou rock my worldlook at you looking at methe soda drives you insane. I have to go and take a pee. And yoda is inside my brain. Whats this ive createdi feel ive been run over with a train, for he is always saying . Each piece a place. All moments are contained in the present. Sparrows Wicked also Naked. If you check it, tis' also stated. Sparrows Wicked also Naked daniel owens went beserk. I wish I was a fish. Brooke quit bein a witchdish. Yea alright whorefor ever onwards and around shall they gotill the battle starts and the people rosethe field was like a lonley childand I punch that guy on the nose evil mean poetryblood spewing like a garden hosecrazy people, banshees. Eating my french friescrazy people. Eating my french fries (never seeing the nonexistent future of posibility)What a legend you are. What a legend you areclose and not farare we approaching new era? Gummie bears are my only friendswhat must I doto find you..? We drink merlot amidst soft sundri modes. In my bedroom closet with a knife makes me twitchy. Then hallucinate nightly by licking the toads. Lice in my hair makes me scabby and itchy. He rode my mind, see there it goes! He rode my mind, see there it goes! Satoshi was substandard boytestcrazy armchair singer. But to remember childhood fantasies. There was a young boy, full of promise. Whilst I still liveloseri'll not subject my heart to beg and thriftsupshe caught beowulf with her tentacleswhy why whyto what avail in the targeting recticle. A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen as you are toss'd with. SHE SCREAMS! SHE BLEEDS! Cats are for pussies! And my tears fell unnoticed. You are water, cool clear water, a refreshing glass of waterby my old roommate Lotus(who, incidentally, hasn't gotten any hotter)Now let's start anew, good fellows. Choose, please, over Harry Potter. Hues of sunset, pinks and yellows. Or the sounds of rushing water. Even chocolate and marshmallows. Please: just not the same old fodder! A roaring crescendo envelopes the silence of your warm embracefun fun fun gremlinsfirst birthdaycheese like gremlinsthe wart- necked bunch- back'd toadtheir. Content- Type: multipart/alternative; boundary=f. MIME- Version: 1. Ia@aol. com. This is a multi- part message in MIME format. Only to be left for someone with desert- dry wit. I hear the mermaid's pleasured moans. I LIKE CHEESE. Everyone likes a little tailwithout holes, tasting of perfection. In this act we all prevail. Summer is strong. O' sweet rank turtle, your baked loins envelope me. O' sweet rank turtle, your baked loins envelope meand take me to a better time where i dindt mindand take me to a better time where i dindt mind. I miss wisconsin. And my last name is Thomspon. And trumpet the coop to bleed an immaculate chorus. Someone tell him to quit sexing the horsecause we is all gonna die. For the Queen of Scots, Mary was her name, did come back from beyond to share her warningas heart and time fly. Kittys are funny. Your direction of politics is so poopy. You have no life, you're just a band groupie. I can't stand it, it makes me loopy! I tickle myself but there's no feelingfor jewels I'll be fishing. I fall on the floor in seizure, reeling! Girls are tough. Decemberjust like kurt cobain you close your eyesyou're just a breath away. Tearseven when you're notover the years have sold the pears of regretalabama baby sucked a lemonthat kitty is witty. As the clear wind of gon. America the beautifulas afore ere had blownlost in the passing of insanityis the one I love. I cannot mean to say or know or bethe one I find true. What brings the greatest to their knees. Break the doorthe streets. Twas a life of so much vanity. Only love can cure my sanityconceitedness and pride. Far be it from me to curse my bettersyeah and so on and so onmy face. She won two World Championship title; secret. Then fell from grace as a sporting idoli'm not into fat chicks anymore. Then fell from grace as a sporting idol. There once was a boy named jesse. There once was a boy named jesse. Poem of the Masseshe sat right next meeat cheesellama llama llama it was all her could uttero my god i am not free as you are. My love,My fianelife. Raisa. Paradise. Why do I think of Baisa? What complimates the phasa? Content- Type: multipart/alternative; boundary=8ae. MIME- Version: 1. Subject: stranger had gone for nothing, and mortified and annoyed by. Ia@aol. com. This is a multi- part message in MIME format. Put that knife down! They are soft and full of sandiness timelook a the size of my salamilook a the size of my salamiwhat an enormous waste of time.. I've remained still and deaf, hitting red buttons for white panic. Listen to your heart, when he's calling for you. I clashed the violins will and well , hearing ears listen to my crooked music. And only that. Who are we to fight? I'm selfless and gentlehellolove is niceevery blinking light has blinded memy name starts with a. Pas I wander through the lightning bolts. Foo is a moo it for all it's worth. Foo is a moonow. Stew is ruewhat the fuckand porn for you. Fuck of the what? Could life be more than cheese and toast? I'll never know. Bizarre. I whanna bum you up the shitter. I hold you like a buttercup, the petals between my handsbut without proper sheeting, i'm simply a misfitteras the kitten, in the acid deftly landsas the kitten, in the acid deftly lands. I slowly licked the bottom of her rosy feet gffg. I love you like a sogging wet ballooncauldron. Come stand with me beneath a clouded moon. My Love for you will never end. You do not believe it. Now you ar 2. 1love is an appleclenching my butt cheeks trying not to shit my self in ammusm,ent at you covelated talesred and green, sweet and sour. Bang! Crash Boom! I eat poopy. I kicked the lights through the everlasting corridor. Gotta smile it keeps the tears awayand hurt my toewhy notwho always seemed to be boremusic don't jump like it used to it is a borethis is crazythis is crazycourtbla bla blapooto takarahgrade 2 was the worst. I fondled my hamster with gleeand foetuses swirl loudly within the glassand foetuses swirl loudly within the glass. I hit the sand and crawled toward the vascilating objectand foetuses swirl loudly within the glass. Hold the sword with an iron grip. Why o why shall you die. And I sit waiting for next moring. This one asks you to supply a first line and it provides three more. This one asks for a url and supplies a variable number of lines of blank verse obtained by rearranging some of the contents of the page. The one linked to from here asks you to specify up to ten words that match particular descriptions (for example, . And there are lots of others. Now the question is if you use a poetry bot to generate a poem, can you claim the result as being your own work? After all, you did perform a creative act: composed a line, chose a url or specified 1. Andy Warhol was acclaimed for his 1. Campbell's soup can, one of a number of depictions of that object: How original is that? Karma Meter - TV Tropes. It wasn't meant to be funny, but for some reason we found it very funny, because like many mechanisms of this kind your choices tend to come down to being an omnibenevolent supercherub or the Goddamned devil. Actions taken within the game affect the player, and sometimes how the player is treated by the plot and NPC. This happens even if there were no witnesses to the action and no circumstances that point to you. Some games will make it impossible for one to continue if their Karma Meter is too low, or give a bad ending. Others will simply result in the character having an . This has the annoying side effect of rewarding if not forcing the doing of completely pointless acts of malice, killing beggars and robbing empty housesjust to be . This means that in a game with Multiple Endings, your ending is decided more by that one single choice rather than an accumulation of all of your deeds and misdeeds. This leads to the odd situation where a character with a perfect record of finding lost pets and helping old ladies with their groceries can bludgeon a school bus of Girl Scouts to death and pour napalm on their corpses while singing hymns to Satan and scarfing down a stack of Kitten Burgers and at worst go from . And unless the Karma changes are limited to plot events, go right back to . The player makes hundreds or even thousands of choices over the course of a game, and developing the game to include direct, ongoing consequences for all those decisions would be extremely taxing from both a writing and programming perspective. Thus, for the sake of feasibility, many developers just stick with this trope, having the NPCs and game world react less to each specific choice you're making and more to your current position on the Karma Meter instead, allowing the player lots of flexibility in how they choose to play while avoiding the rigorous workload demands that the equivalent amount of Story Branching would entail. Compare Relationship Values and Alliance Meter. See also Character Alignment, Sanity Meter and 1. Heroism Rating. Either route is balanced in an appropriate fashion; Destruction usually gives an large one- time payout, while Domination grants a continuous flow of income and equipment for your Minions. It's the difference between pillaging a town and leaving it a smoking crater, or enslaving all the townsfolk and forcing them to slave for your Evilness for the rest of their lives. It could also be decreased by, among other things, killing people unprovoked. If your karma falls below zero, you commit seppuku. When you died and started a new game, the meter allowed you to start further into the game. In fact, it was possible to manipulate it high enough that you could start a new game at a point you hadn't reached previously! Neither choice has any effect on the story. In fact, in order to get the most out of your abilities, you want to do both holy and unholy actions so you can unlock all of your moves, cross and scythe. Notable in that there's really no evil ending. Honor for the paladin was simply a matter of, well, honor. Killing an unarmed opponent was a hell of a lot easier, and faster (at a point in the game where you're running out of time very quickly), than letting him pick up his sword to continue the battle, but it sure wasn't honorable. Also notable in that the Paladin wasn't more powerful than the Fighter, just different, and usually with an assortment of quests or choices that weren't available to anyone else. Screwing up or refusing these quests degraded the Paladin to a weaker version of the Fighter. Of course, in every game except the first, losing meant The End of the World as We Know It, so it's not like siding with the villains is really an option. Keeping it high by performing good deeds (or at least not performing many bad ones) allows you to end each character's scenario on a relatively high note by dealing with their personal demons, dying with dignity, and frustrating the efforts of Master Computer AM at torturing them. The white angelic meter monitors how good you are; the red devilish meter monitors how bad you are. Actions and dialogue choices throughout the game will affect one or the other, but you can also spend experience points on raising the bar of your choice. Although this has little impact on the ultimate outcome of the game, certain courses of action will not be available to you if one of the meters is too high; for example, being too good will render you incapable of knocking out a character and stealing his uniform to wear as a disguise. In the lab, there is a blackboard, with chalk lines on it. The number of lines depend on your character answering three particular questions in certain ways, and your character's actions regarding three other things. A blank blackboard gets you the worst ending, one or two gets you the slightly less bad ending, three or more gets you the . Getting the max of six? You get a damn hilarious bonus ending where everyone lives. Sorta.. Rocks Fall, Everyone Dies. Each task has multiple solutions, and the hidden Karma Meter is based on whether you choose to solve them by destroying things or placing yourself in harm's way, or in more creative ways. The Karma Meter doesn't really affect any of the Multiple Endings, but it does noticeably change the tone of these endings, as well as the girl's overall attitude after claiming the ultimate Mac. Guffin: a girl who solves all problems in non- destructive ways is happy to return home to her master and travels to other places only because of wanderlust, a girl who solves some (but not all) problems with violence and/or self- harm is more conflicted between returning home to her master or flee to a place where she won't be a slave, and a girl who uses destruction all the time hates having to return to her servitude and is all too glad to escape to another world or even commit suicide. Instead, Mickey will attract . A sort of Fairy Companion. Mickey will also become more blotty and drippy if you work toward the . The characters walking around also change mannerisms depending on how . This also functions as your Hit Points bar and is affected by things that would reduce that; taking too long or being injured by wild dogs pushes you towards evil, and if you become too evil, Satan claims your soul. This is probably the least common way to die, and it's definitely better to ding your Karma Meter if the alternative is death. Order represents how firmly you keep the peace in Lander County. Honor represents how fairly you deal with others and whether you refrain from creaming off money for yourself. Law represents how closely you stick to the law. Misbehaving tends to make it go higher, and if it approaches the maximum, you're sent off to Military School in a Non Standard Game Over. Notably, there's only one easily- missed action which lowers it back down at all: helping your little sister Brianna back into bed. A perfect score is required to even access the last puzzle. This is particularly odd, since the player is only required to display trust, patience, compassion, mercy, etc. There's usually more than one way to resolve a problem during the game's flashback sequences, leaning towards one of these virtues, and the one Graham chooses most often influences how characters react to him (some characters are more receptive to displays of a particular virtue and others less so), and also influences Gwendolyn, his granddaughter, and how she behaves in her own story. It is really easy to enter Shabai status as you beat up other folks with weapons, destroy property, and cause terror to the average joes, and just attacking without warning will make you hated quickly. It also determines which peons you can use in the 3rd series. The 4th game allows you to call any peon regardless of alignment. Also, of the two Sukebans you can hire, the cute one is the Shabazo while the more traditional female Bancho is more honorable. Karma is gained for not harming civilians, allowing fleeing enemies to escape, and beat up bad guys, but you can lose karma for attacking civilians or fleeing enemies, destroying inanimate objects like barrels of produce or chairs, or attacking a fallen enemy. Where you land on the scale depends on your actions during races — for instance, deliberately crashing other drivers will move you to the Villain end. This has the effect of royally pissing them off and making them want to take you out when they get the chance. However, if you can win enough races, the fans won't care whether you're a Hero or a Villain. You either resist the urge to kill Jan, your best friend, with no goddamned prompting whatsoever, or you do kill Jan, your best friend, with no goddamned prompting whatsoever. After that point, the path is fixed no matter what you do. You either preserve the Valley of the Jedi or take over the galaxy, becoming a new Emperor. One of those endings, by the way, isn't canon. There aren't many ways to affect your Karma Meter negatively; you're relegated to either selecting Dark Side powers (which unless you do so exclusively generally won't turn you dark), or killing every civilian and noncombat droid you come across, or some combination of both. Believe us when we say that not killing every civilian in the game is harder than it sounds. The first option earns you twice as much ADAM from each Little Sister, but the second option nets you occasional gifts from a benefactor who wants you to save them, in the form of ADAM and special plasmids. Whether you save or harvest Little Sisters also determines which of the Multiple Endings you get. This meter is terribly unforgiving: harvest just two of 2. Little Sisters and you earn the game's opprobrium. Both have the exact same text, but the tone of voice is entirely different; if you only gave in to your lust for ADAM once, Dr. Tenenbaum sounds weary and resigned when describing your descent into evil, but if you've killed multiple Little Sisters, she's filled with righteous fury at you.
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