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[Matthew]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yw3bz...

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This is Halloween, this is Halloween...

[Matthew]

Heheheheheheh

I am coming up with this sort of Fake Utopian Society

“The Thirteen Celestials”
*Whom they worship, and whom leads them. No one has ever heard their names, or seen their faces...
(view spoiler)[
*Who they really are:(Names)
-Pride
-Envy
-Gluttony
-Lust
-Wrath
-Greed
-Sloth
-Love
-Hate
-Joy
-Grief
-Hope
-Fear (hide spoiler)]

“Social Class”

Seraphim:

Cherubim:

Ophanim:

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Continue.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eI-wzS...
It's a FT funny moment, but it's in Japanese.

G2g practice piano. See you in about an hour.

[Matthew]

The society is basically brainwashed, this is where most of the beginning of the story will take place

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Are you gonna start writing now?

[Matthew]

Made more progress...

(view spoiler)[“Changelings”(Chaotic/Unpredictable)

“The Twelve”
- Pride and Lust
-Grief and Sloth
- Love and Greed
- Joy and Hope
- Wrath and Gluttony
Envy and Fear

“Immortals”

“Clockworkers”(Logic/Order)
*Time, Space, Mind

“Nightwalkers”
*Darkness, Death, Animation

“Dreamweavers”
*Light, Life, Dreams(Illusions)

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Good, good. Keep up the good work. -.-

[Matthew]

my notes make no sense to anyone but me XP

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Of course. You made up how you do your notes.

[Matthew]

Each word or phrase represents a paragraph, or a couple sentences in my mind

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...*yawns*

[Matthew]

I hate the idea of plain boring distinct Good vs. Evil sides *ugh*

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It's too common.

[Matthew]

In my book
there is no good side

There is only
Chaos vs. Logic
Those sides are neither Evil or Good

Then there is the others, they are not necessarily a distinct side. They just dislike each other, and have a feud.

Then there is humanity...who are doomed and have no hope...they are at the mercy of the immortal powers

[Matthew]

Oh, and I want the bad guys to win
Cause why not *shrugs*

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So, basically, it's only negative people plus humanity, who are neutral?

[Matthew]

There is neutral people to :P

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Humanity is neutral, right?

I don't remember when but in my mind, I was forming a story with the bad guys winning something against the goods and they started ruling this world... And, it was 99.99% impossible to fight back until a few generations past and blah blah blah blah....

[Matthew]

So.

Tick and Tock are going to be "Clockworkers

Lila and Ollie are going to be "Lust and Pride"

Joy and Hope(yes, they are bad-ish):
Their job, they are the "leaders" of the brainwashed Utipian society...so, they are "the brain washers"

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Brain washers. Ahahahaha! XD

[Matthew]

Then I love the combination:

Grief and Sloth...they would be the most hilarious killers...I can just imagine

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Send me a line of the story if you think it's a good one. I want to read.

[Matthew]

I haven't written anything...

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When you do.

[Matthew]

k

Here is a peace of a story I never finished:(view spoiler)[Prologue:
The city glowed under the light of the noonday sun, above the city lay an ocean of blue called the sky, small wispy clouds lazily floating on the surface of that ocean. Tall skyscrapers reaching toward the clouds, their shiny surface reflecting the light of the sun. Below these tall towers of glass, lay hundred of small buildings, with thick black lines separating one from the next. On these black tarred roads, and along the side walks surrounding them, metal vehicles roamed, people walked, ran, rode bikes, all with a destination in mind. The city was an orchestra of sound, you could hear the wind currents blowing across the sleek surface of the towers, the beeping of horns form the cars below, the buzz of millions of conversations going all at once, the music of street performers, these sounds rang through the sky. The people had now real problem or worries, they just lived there lives with a mundane calmness, no thought of the physical world around them, or of the world they could not see.
The air began to ripple, like a reflection upon the surface of water, being disturbed. The bright circle in the sky began to change, across the sun, a thin black curve appeared along its edge. The sky began to darken, the glorious blue being disturbed by tints of purple. Then the rippling stopped, all was the same as before, except for one thing, below in the city all was silent. There was no wind, not a living creature moved, not a sound, just complete silence. Above the sky scrapers two men stood, they stood there as if the very air held up there weight, between them in the sky the moon was beginning to swallow the sun. The man on the left wore an expressionless mask upon his pale white face. His hair was a lustrous snow white, matching his skin. His suite was a brilliant chalky white, spotless as if the dust, and dirt avoided it gleaming surface. Finally his eyes, they opposed the rest of him, for they were a solid pure black, they were an absence of white, a void of all light.
Across from the guy on the right was a mirror image to his brother, so much so that the structure of his face copied his brothers. The difference was in the color. As his brother glowed with a light whiteness, he glowed with a dark blackness. His hair was shone with the color, of pure obsidian. His ashen colored skin , dark as a shadow. He suite was made of dark raven black material, its surface clean of all impurities, as dark as a starless night. His eyes covered with a radiance of pure white, clear brightness, an ocean of light. The two powerful beings floated above the city in silence.
“There are no more doubts brother, we are sure of it now,” said the white one, his voice flat and expressionless. His clear voice filled the city, though, not one of the million people would hear it.
“Yes, for the first time in any reality or time, the boy has appeared” replied the black one, his voice a similar calm monotone. The moon had slowly made its way across a fourth of the sun, darkening the sky, casting shadows across the land. The skies normal bright blue had now transformed to crimson red. The city below them was tinted in red, as it reflected the light of the sky. The air remained still, not even the slightest breeze licking the glass surface of the buildings, all was completely silent under the eclipse.
“He will become curious, and eventually, what has been foretold will reveal itself to him” continued the white one, his face remaining expressionless during the conversations. Cloud were beginning in to form in the sky, appearing in a light purple as they did. They held great controversy between the newly maroon red sky, and the old calm blue.
“There will be a long and treacherous journey ahead for all beings, mortal and immortal alike” the black one went on, they talked as if they were small talking over mundane manners over a cup of tea. The moon had half eaten the sun by this time, a dark rust covering the sky turning it garnet red.
“Yes, but we must remember, we are forbidden from interfering” warned the white one, now every inch of the city below was glazed over with ruby light. The sun now almost a three fourths of the way across, it only had a quarter of the sun left to swallow. The sky was now covered with a foam of dark violet clouds upon the red sky.
“I know brother, they must find the path themselves, BUT, if they don’t, then all the realities will be in peril” calmly retorted the black one. The moon had began to move faster, for now it fully covered the sun. They sky had now turned to a dark black, tinted with scarlet red. Every part of the city below lay in a shadow. The edges of the moon outlined by the bright orange flames of the sun.
“Now we must wait for the boy to find his path...” stated the white one, the sky beginning to lighten as the moon made its way, fleeing from the sun. The sky slowly transforming from dark blood red to a brilliant blue.
“...and for the story to begin” finished the black one. The moon just a sliver upon the sun now. The sky almost completely blue, the clouds retreating over the horizon, the city's crimson glaze leaving it.
A strong wind blew through the city, covering every building of the city. The air began to ripple once more. Once again the sound of the city could be heard, as time retook its course. The eclipse ended, the sky once again clear, and blue, the buildings once again glowing under the sun, humans once again going on with their lives. Around the sun the two men had vanished not a trace of there existence left behind. Life went on in the city, not a soul thought of the strange event, not a mind would remember, not a question will ponder what happened. The world went back to normal, all the humans would go on living, unaware of the event that had just took place among their city. (hide spoiler)]

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More. I want more of that story of yours.

[Matthew]

u liked it? O.o

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Yes.

[Matthew]

I don't the writing is to immature and not well developed. I am way better now, this was in...*thinks back*...in October(ish) *ugh*

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It's still good though.

[Matthew]

I hate it -.-
I hate anything I make that isn't perfect

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...Rewrite it so it fits to your liking.

[Matthew]

No, I threw away this story. Now I have a far better one in the process of being made XD

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........................................................I'll finish it....if I feel like it..... >.> <_< -.-