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Gift Art: Dragon Earth History Concept...due to a lack of historical records from this period, the exact circumstances of the establishment of the Duchy of Avalar are unknown, but an old Avalarian children's tale mentions a "Good King" who brought the dragons to safety in the valley. The species of the King is not traditionally addressed in the story, and many have assumed it referred to (NAME); the legendary builder of Warfang, but a new theory suggests that the King may have in fact been Rudolph II of Burgundy; the King of Arles, who supposedly granted the lands to a large group of dragons in return for their aid in uniting his realm in 933. Supporters of this theory propose that the name "Avalar" is a corruption of the term "Vallee Arelat" - literally, "Arles Valley" - which would suggest that humans were more involved than previously thought in the foundations of the modern Avalarian state.
In any case, the Duchy of Avalar was, from its founding, subservient to a larger state; initially the Kingdom of Arles, and then t
Skylanders - Analysis and Merger1.6 SKYLANDERS REVISITED
First of all, let's go over what we know about the characters of Spyro - or Skyro, as he is occasionally called by fans to differentiate him from the previous two incarnations - as he appears in Skylanders. What is known about this new Spyro? Despite being a wholly new character, his backstory contains elements of both of the series that predate Skylanders.
Spyro is said to be from a line of rare purple dragons - as in the Legend of Spyro series - and is stated as having been a hero from a young age; having gone on many adventures as a result - alluding to the Original Spyro games. This work eventually caught the eye of Master Eon, who transported Spyro to the Skylands to get him to join the forces with the Skylanders. At some point following this, Spyro eventually defeated Cynder and freed her from the control of Malefor; the Undead Dragon King - a reference to the plot of the first game in the Legend of Spyro series.
So what do we make of this? Despite the ma
101 Dalmatians Adaptation Unity TheoryFirst of all, let's look at the origins of the characters. The original novel doesn't detail how Mr. & Mrs. Dearly (Radcliffe in the Animated adaptation, which also gave us the names Roger and Anita) met, but the animated and live-action adaptations both show the Dalmatians bringing their owners together (although it is Pongo alone in the animated film). In the book, Mr. Dearly is rich as the result of (). In the animated adaptations, he is a musician. In the live-action adaptation and the animated TV series, he is a computer programmer. Mrs Dearly's occupation - if any - is only shown in the live-action version; where she works for Cruella DeVil as a fashion designer. The two are also joined by a "Nanny" - in the original books, there are two Nannies; Nanny Butler and Nanny Cook, who looked after both Dearlys in their youth, and now serve the jobs that their names entail. While not named in the animated adaptation, the Nanny of the live-action film is said to be Anita's Nanny; thus sh
Spyro Elemental Analysis DraftIn the Legend Of Spyro series, we are told that there are only four types of Dragons, plus the occasional rare Purple Dragon. Each of these types is attuned to a specific "Element" which is reflected throughout their body structure. In addition to this, these Elements are represented through a series of symbols; some abstract, some simple.
Over time, it becomes clear that many more "Elements" exist than the ones commanded by the four dragon types and the Purple Dragons; some people have attempted to design different Dragon types based off various unusual Elements encountered in the series, and some even from outside the series.
While the lack of information towards it in-game suggests that there are no more types of Dragon than those actively identified in the game series, it cannot hurt to imagine potential other Elements and types, and hypothetical designs for these can be easily imagined by examining the information that already is available to us, such as how the Elements express t
More Spyro Fan-CharactersName: Ankine
Age Group: Adult (Deceased)
Appearance: Slightly dark blue coloured scales. Regal posture. Wears a jewel encrusted collar as sign of rank, along with a embroidered blanket over his back.
Biography: A sickly Dragon Elder of the Northern Reaches of the Dragon Realms, Ankine is mainly remembered as being Malefor's first victim on the Purple Dragon's path to corruption. The story was commonly retold in the early years; Malefor had been summoned to dispatch a group of attacking Apes, and after scattering them, he became hungry for power; demanded control of the North from Ankine, who died trying to stop him.
However, this was far from the truth. In reality, Ankine had been behind the attacks, in an attempt to start a war between the Apes and Dragons so that he could gain reinforcements to invade the Ape lands and subtly declare himself ruler of the entire North. Malefor figured this out soon after defeating the Ape Leader, Anatol, and confronted the El
Age Group: Adult (Deceased)
Appearance: Faded yellow-gold scales. Wears a golden collar around his neck with two ceremonial banners hanging from either side - the sign of his rank.
Biography: Amperon was an elderly Dragon who served as Warfang's Master of the Historical Archives during Malefor's early years. In ancient times, the Historical Archives was a vast complex located on the edge of Warfang that was essentially an amalgamation of a Library and Museum, housing anything from texts of Draconic Lore to ancient artefacts - including a series of carvings from Tall Plains depicting "The Destroyer"; which had only recently been discovered and was the subject of great debate.
When Malefor came to Warfang in his youth, intent on learning all he could about the many Elements that made up the world, Amperon aided him with his research, only too eager to teach a young dragon that he believed could "build a better world" if he had control over
Spyro - Analysis and MergerINTRODUCTION
What can be called the "Spyro Canon" is made up of three distinct series of video games: the Original Spyro series, the Legend Of Spyro series, and the Skylanders series.
While these series are not explicitly said to be direct continuations of events; each series being technically a reboot of the last, it is in fact possible to logically unite the three into a grand unified universe, using some clever thinking to explain the various discrepancies between the three.
For several reasons; some of which will be discussed in greater detail further on, I have come to the conclusion that the Legend Of Spyro series takes place before the Original series, and the Skylanders series takes place in another world some time after this. These reasons include the following:
*Technology and relations with other species appears to be much more advanced in the Original series than in the Legend Of Spyro series.
*The Dragons of the Original series are largely bipedal while the Legend Of Spyro
The Fourth Dimension + BeyondPART ONE: THE 4TH DIMENSION
Imagine a line; Length - the 1st Dimension.
Imagine a square; Length and Width - the 2nd Dimension.
Imagine a cube; Length, Width & Depth - the 3rd Dimension.
Imagine the 4th Dimension like this; another cube extending off the back of the 3rd Dimensional cube. Got that? Now imagine an infinite number of cubes in such form; all connected to one another, and running in an infinite line.
What is the reasoning behind this line? If we consider the original 3rd Dimensional cube is our object of focus, then the other cubes are it, but as it appears in a different moment of time. In other words, the cube immediately next to it is the same cube, a millisecond later, and the cube on from that is the same cube another millisecond later, and so on.
This type of representation supports the theory of time travel. For travel to be possible, the place of destination must exist. In other words, for time travel to exist there has to be a time and place for the person to trave
God The Computer DesignerDay One: God writes design brief for "SimEarth", and sets himself a deadline of one week. He starts programming the game in the evening, and ultimately finishes the part dealing with light and shading.
Day Two: God looks for the appropriate images to use as the background pictures for the sky and water. Unable to find any images, he draws a basic blue background in Microsoft Paint, and uses that to begin with.
Day Three: God returns to the task at hand, and creates the landscape. He later begins work on the wave animations for the sea, but the computer crashes, causing him to lose a day's work.
Day Four: God creates the in-game environment with initial success, but his computer freezes up when attempting to add the lighting and shading codes.
Day Five: God frantically realises he's running out of time, and rushes to model the creatures meant to populate the world. The sea creatures are quickly completed, resulting in some odd-looking creatures. God takes a breather before starting on t
Theme Prompt - SoliloquyI was thinking about my poetry and some of the stories I’ve written and I realized something interesting. When I write, I bare a small piece of my soul and am usually speaking to someone in particular. At least when it comes to the poems that resonate the most with me when I re-read them. There are a few that I just have no feeling for at all and, if I didn’t know I wrote it, I wouldn’t attribute to myself.
I’ve written poetry to my father, my aunt, my grandmother, my ex, and my friends. Some with good intentions and feelings and some not so good. I’ve written alternately hopeful and sad, longing poems to a nebulous person that I hope to meet in the future. I’ve worked through my emotions for everyone and showed how I truly felt about them all. The gratitude and love for my friends, the sorrow and love for my family, and the love and, subsequently, anger and regret for my ex. Yet I’ve never really tried to work through my own feelings towards m
11.- La Niña Esperanzada:
Erase una niña, que siempre soño
con un amor. No era un principe azul, era mas bien alguien solitario que no brillaba fisicamente como en cuentos de hadas, el brillo de sus ojos era algo que muy pocos veian. Le puso nombre, rasgos y caracteristicas. Lo soño durante tantas noches, lo imagino durante tantos dias, que ella podia reconocerlo si se le apareciera. Dias pasan, años pasan, pero la esperanza no. En el decimotercer cumpleaños de la niña ella solo deseo, al soplar las velas, que su amado llegara. Su Tristan. Su Tristan de ojos azules y rizada cabellera castaña oscura. Porque sabia que el estaba ahi, viviendo con la luna y navegando con el mar. Dias pasan, años pasan, pero la esparanza no pasa. Cuatro años y la niña solo era niña en su interior, ahora era Elena y nadie ya le decia niña, mas alla de la seda y su maduro seno se encontraba un corazón, un coraz
Food allergies and a chicken boneBack when I was still not well and back when my mind was still poisoned I was sitting at one of the plastic tables in the main room. It was dinner time and I was all alone. Most of the other children had all gone down to the cafeteria. Unfortunately I had mentioned that I had a food allergy, so they made me stay there. I had even told them that pine nuts wouldn't be in anything that they would serve. But they wouldn't listen. They never did. So I just sat there in that dimly lit room staring down at my plate. A clump of chicken lay forlornly in front of me. I had tried to eat some of it, but it was terrible. Just as I had expected.
Eventually I got bored of just staring at my food, so I stuck my hand into the meat and fished out a bone. First I scraped all the bits of chicken still left on it. Then I rubbed it against my shirt until it almost shone. I was so strangely fixated with this bone that I decided to bring it back to my room with me. But that was going to be difficult. There wa
Chapter 4 words are cheap but gags....
The Week That Was:
Monday morning arrived and I fear to even open my eyes thinking that in light of the past several days this must be a dream. You see, like a hobbit, I like my comforts and so I was snuggled up nicely between a pair of satin sheets in this beautiful big bed and totally free for a change. Was that all a dream (and a bad one at that)? I could certainly hope so.
I eventually arose and patted my way into the bathroom to prepare for another week and certainly another day. Nice warm shower: quite lovely Since the shackles of the previous days wouldn't let me lift my legs high enough to get over the tub and into the shower proper. It's amazing how quickly you can despise having to take sponge baths with a washcloth and operate under the illusion that you're actually clean. I digress.
As a warm water cascaded over my chest and then my shoulders and then finally my scalp I felt like I had been born again: although this time it was in the tub of warm, soapy water. I t
StockholmAnother world appears at night, as if the shadows reveal what the sun hides. I don’t say one side is more or less true than the other, I’m merely pointing out that if you’ve never sat alone at a train station at night, you cannot understand of what I speak.
And since you haven’t, you’ll just have to imagine it. I’ll begin by painting the setting, to set the rules, so to speak. We’ll bring forth the board, so the single piece has somewhere to be.
A train station. Theoretically, you can travel to any corner of the world from here. But that’s equally true of any other street or grove. The difference is that the station is designed for travelling; to be a starting point or final destination is its sole purpose. A fun thing about travellers is that they always think they know where they’re going, although no place is ever as they remember or anticipate. Thus the restless ones, seeking new adventures, as well as the lost ones. The lost on
Undefeated Air squeezes itself down her throat and into her lungs before bursting back out. “Push it, push it!” She’s just breathing. Surviving. Running a suicide. Her feet slide past the free throw line and she taps it with her hand, her knees collapsing below her and her back arching above before she springs upward again in order to run in the opposite direction.
Coach Monaco fancies making her and the basketball team run “suicides.” He established this back in November on his very first day coaching these girls. It was purely nervous energy that carried her through each one. She has a tremendous supply of that. Why wouldn’t she? It’s not like she ever knows what she’s doing.
Do you know what a suicide is? Perhaps you should consider yourself lucky if you don't,
JOB 14:3A girl sat in her bed under a soft, grey blanket. She had just turned the lights off in the room and began to think about a few happenings in the week or two prior just before beginning to pray.
It was late on a Friday night and she was with her mother and step father in their room. They were doing what they normally did on the weekends: listening to music and drinking. The girl's friend was supposed to be coming over, but she hadn't heard from her all night and the clock had just struck to indicate that it was 10:30. Her phone suddenly jerked alive, vibrating violently under her hand on the counter and alerting her of a text.
She quickly uncovered her phone to see that her friend had finally texted her. Moments before that, the girl was having an anxiety attack right in front of her mother. Her breath hitched and her eyes darted around like they were paranoid something was watching them, but her mother didn't seem to notice. She was so afraid she'd done something wrong, but no one
True Story.I went to a pretty decent sized college, with about 22,000 people. For my privacy, your safety, and the people involved, I wont tell you the location. It was my 2nd month in college, and I hadnt really made any friends; just some people I saw often and said hi too in the classroom. However, there was always one guy, mind you he was in EVERY SINGLE ONE of my classes. He had medium length black hair, cut in a kind of grunge rock style. His eyes were blue, but not a normal kind of blue, the kind that just pierces into your soul kind of blue. He never said anything, never spoke a single word actually. Never made a noise, never moved. He was there when I entered the classroom, and when I left he would still be sitting there, unmoving. Finally, I got curious about him, and moved my seat to the back of the lecture hall. I decided I was going to follow him after class and see where he went. I brought my pocket knife and mini keychain flashlight just in case. After class was over at 9:30, every
Day 1: Dreams of The DaysOkay guys,I'll start the "Dreams of The Days". I'll post it in chapters,and... Well, the chapters will be divided by days. Each day corresponds to the dream I had. Since last month he appears in my dreams. Let's start the story. Good luck!
DAY 1 - Visual Contact
"This was the dream that I met him. This isn't a fanfic,this is the story of my dreams."
I was walking down a concrete bridge, accompanied by a few people I didn't know who they were. I talked to them as if they were my friends.
"They're probably my friends" I was thinking(A/N: Yup,hyper-realistic dreams).
I did not know what to talk about, then I shut down and let them follow their conversation. Then,I stopped following them, and they didn't notice.
"... I probably was wrong. They didn't notice me after I stop following them. So... What am I doing in this place?" I was asking.
Walking down the bridge,I sat on a bench, looking around me. I put my hand in my pants pocket and pulled it ou
Lecture Hall Bingo01.02.03.04.05
1. Actually Useful Information
2. Someone Eating/Drinking
4. Noise Interference (From Both Microphone Or Neighbouring Room)
5. Next Lecture's Students Waiting In Room
6. Person Reading Newspaper
7. Person Taking Less Notes Than You
8. Person Taking More Notes Than You
9. Lecturer's Computer Malfunctions
10. Person Actually Enjoying Themselves
11. Person Using Computer Or Internet To Muck Around
12. Anything Of Note Not Listed Here
13. Free Space
14. Lecturer Repeats Information
15. Loud Noise As Somebody Drops Their Stationary
16. Anything Listed Here, But Done In Full View Of The Lecturer/In The First Three Rows
17. Sleeping Person
18. Rumbling Noise As Everyone Packs Bags Before Lecture Ends
19. Person Who Didn't Come Back After Lecture Break
20. Coughing/Sneezing Person
21. Somebody's Cellphone Goes Off
22. Problems With The Lights
23. Two People Talking During Lecture
24. Person Gets Up During L
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