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Write Your Own Stories
(Nov. 12, 2017 3:49 AM)Dragunix Wrote:(Nov. 12, 2017 3:31 AM)Ayane_2355 Wrote: I heavily enjoyed this story/battle. It is definitely worth more than 21 cents, hah. You shouldn't put your work down like this (though I do the same all the time). It's great! I'll look through my collection of work, and, try and find something to post (but, I can't promise anything).
I look forward to seeing it.
sure. Poems are welcome.
(Nov. 12, 2017 3:39 AM)dt1000 Wrote: Can I "borrow" one of those donuts?Depends. I'm trying to fundraise at least 7 for her.
Fine. I'll just take Valt's bey bread.
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(Nov. 12, 2017 3:54 AM)Dragunix Wrote: you can have a donut, she'll take the bread.
but let's not get too off topic.
Okay then.
The battle for the donut:
Me vs You
I use Donut Driger Ring Merge and you use Donut Dragoon Ring Zephyr.
I angle for a Tiger Sprinkle Claw and you angle for a Rising Donut Hurricane. "3, 2, 1, let it rip!" Donut Driger zooms around fast as Donut Dragoon hits the tornado ridge and attacks Driger from behind, surrounded by a cyclone. Driger sped up and looped around the center before hitting Donut Dragoon from the side and pushing it into the wall, before bursting it. I win the donut and the bread!
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I know, I know, I'll stop now. I'll lend her 1/8 of my donut.
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(Nov. 12, 2017 4:15 AM)Ayane_2355 Wrote: Okay, so here is one of my first poems. I wrote this in like four minutes, so, it's probably bad. Criticism is very welcome (but, I mostly want bad feedback).
Blood.... I saw so much that night, I remember his hands gripping a knife tight, it shined beautifully in the moonlight
like his tears as his eyes filled with fright, I try my best to leave it be, but memories are something that seem to never leave me
London is truly a city of love, if you're rich and are somehow above, now I'm there but it hurts so bad, especially since I bleed for my dad.
(Nov. 12, 2017 4:16 AM)dt1000 Wrote:(Nov. 12, 2017 4:15 AM)Ayane_2355 Wrote: Okay, so here is one of my first poems. I wrote this in like four minutes, so, it's probably bad. Criticism is very welcome (but, I mostly want bad feedback).
Blood.... I saw so much that night, I remember his hands gripping a knife tight, it shined beautifully in the moonlight
like his tears as his eyes filled with fright, I try my best to leave it be, but memories are something that seem to never leave me
London is truly a city of love, if you're rich and are somehow above, now I'm there but it hurts so bad, especially since I bleed for my dad.
I don't know how to respond to this.....
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(Nov. 12, 2017 4:18 AM)dt1000 Wrote:(Nov. 12, 2017 4:17 AM)Ayane_2355 Wrote: I don't know how to respond to this.....It is a very sad poem.
The character I based it on is in a heavily bad situation. He is an OC of mine, his story had just been put together at that moment. But, I'm glad a feeling came across!
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You figured it out. Yippee!