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Why I shouldn't be MagnetoOkay everyone, here's a little humour for you. I have just gotten done watching the latest X-men movie and I realise that I would just be ridiculously evil if I were the real Magneto (not the movie one). So, just like with my last humour piece "Why I Shouldn't Be the Noblesse", here is a bit of humour on why I shouldn't be Magneto.Why I shouldn't be Magneto by WordOfChen
Reason Numba #1:
I'm Asian. That alone is reason enough. I'm sure you're familiar with the fact that different races all have different racial attributes when our characters are first rolled in the game of life (i.e. when we are spawned from our mummy's womb). Asians get a HUGE bonus to intellect, often with extra feats like 'intense focus' and 'plotting' as well as 'patience'. These are all traits that would benefit Magneto's powers and I will show you how over the next few reasons.
Reason Numba #2:
Consider the following: Magneto tends to openly show his powers instead of hiding them. This is a fundamental mistake. CONFUSE your opponent by hi
AddictMy dear little man, now tired and weary,Addict by WordOfChen
The softness of sleep becomes dark and dreary.
In vivid dreams you see a bloodied ghost
Of the one you love and hate the most...
She tore into your veins,
And set them ablaze.
Even as you walked,
In a sickening haze.
You stole from the weak,
To feed your habit.
Blood upon the altar,
As you chased the rabbit.
A rabbit that enslaved,
Deep down the rabbit hole.
Inhaled like a blanket,
For the soul that was cold.
As the breathing became rapid,
And the vomiting begins.
You'll chase another rabbit,
To compound your sin.
And as your sins will grow,
So too will the madness.
It sinks into the heart,
And begins warping the canvas.
It paints it in bitterness,
The colour of black...
The colour of voices,
That lash at your back.
So dear little man, over pure white grains,
Are you done with this life of an endless pain?
I'll give you a solution, you need only apply...
For the man who is an addict, must surely die!
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,Stripping Me by WordOfChen
Be it my pride or dignity.
You may throw insults at me,
And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.
You may belittle me, as much as you want,
If only to make your meager life worth living.
But even if you do all that...
No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.
No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.
No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,
Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place...
"Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
EyesThey told me not to look,Eyes by WordOfChen
But I always do.
I can't help it you know?
Their eyes are so beautiful...
Each one shines with a colour from the rainbow.
Some are green, some are blue.
You might even find a set of gold amongst the lot.
Some of them shine like pearls,
Others twinkle like stars in the sky.
Each one holds a fragile soul,
Each one has its own sense of depth.
And so, I always end up looking into their eyes...
Right before I blink mine and I firmly squeeze the trigger...
The Nature of LeadershipMy friends,The Nature of Leadership by WordOfChen
I come before you as a Captain, but one who has learned from the ways of the past. I address you now to speak both of myself and of the belief that I hold for the future. We are humans, creatures of free thought and free speech. We gather in groups, connecting with those who are like-minded. We form these bonds because it is impossible for us to live alone, but even then, we think and act as freely for that is the gift of our being.
Yet even such gifts can be abused at times. Often we do not realise that the weight that our tongue may be enough to sink another in grief. Each word that we speak must be chosen carefully, for the power of the speaker compounds the weight of his speech. Some, carrying their first spark of greatness, might take this too far and abuse their strength. I was one of those individual, if you had known me in my early days. I spoke carelessly, without concern for any other and I viewed this as my given right. Indeed, I was shown to be very wrong.
How NOT to do an RPGYou are a mighty warlock. Your parents were eaten when you were a child, by bears, with guns, from the ghetto. They were gangster bears and your parents owed them money, you poor thing...You then somehow discovered that you had a twin brother who became the demon lord of an evil empire--lucky bastard. The world is now on fire and it's the fault of your family. You feel, despite your many years of being a crotchety recluse, that it is up to you to save the world. You decide this one morning, after getting out of bed. What do you do now?How NOT to do an RPG by WordOfChen
> Five more minutes...
You sleep for five more minutes, but your pressing desire to save the world rouses you.
> No it does not.
Yes it does.
> Kill myself.
I recognize the fact that you've made a decision, given however that it is a 'stupid ass decision', I have elected to ignore it. What do you do?
> Wake up, grab a brush and put a little make-up. Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up!
You head into your bathr
Chenbeard the PirateChapter 1:Chenbeard the Pirate by WordOfChen
I remember waking up, with the distinct metallic taste of blood swilling about my teeth. I spat a red glob of the stuff onto the stone floor and tried very hard, through the pounding of my skull, to determine why I had been left in such a poor state of affairs. Most of my memories had been jumbled up, no doubt by the violence inflicted upon me prior to my arrival. My thoughts were a nonsensical sequence of colors and sounds--most of which made no sense. I could recall several important bits and pieces though: a voice, one that was calling out for me and a warm hand, reaching toward the distance. Was that hand mine? I wondered, as the memory faded away. How exactly had I come to arrive in this place, that alone was food for thought.
My internal rumination however was soon broken by the sound of a rusted metallic gate, screeching it's lungs out as it attempted to open the way. I could not see the whining mechanism, but I could tell that it was defin
Why I can never be the NoblesseHaving recently caught up with Noblesse, I realised there are many reasons for why I could never be allowed a position of that much power:Why I can never be the Noblesse by WordOfChen
1. Frankenstein would be female and it would be a harem manga
2. Upon meeting all the female characters I'd be like:
"Hey there girl, what's your sign?". They stare at me like I'm outta my mind.
"Shin woo! Ah beer googles blind! I'm just tryin' ta unwind."
3. Since I have mind control and can modify memories I would seriously run through the streets butt-naked screaming 'AHHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH' just lose it .3.
4. Upon watching Code Geass: "All hail Lukedonia!"
5. Upon watching Gundam: "For the principality of Lukedonia!"
6. Upon watching My Little Pony: "Frankstein, I wish to acquire one of these...cutie marks!"
7. Upon reading Twilight: "Frankstein...what is this HORRID inelegant THING. We must purge it immediately..."
8. Upon watching Avatar: The Last Airbender: "Frankstein I am shaving my head and painting an arrow on it. I want it
At The Other End of the BulletThey say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Well, that didn't really happen to me. I remember it hurting; a searing pain in the back of my mind, and then it was all over...At The Other End of the Bullet by WordOfChen
I found myself floating, drifting high above the battlefield. My feet touched something that felt like an invisible glass floor, and soon I found that I was able to stand on it. It took awhile to get over my fear of heights, but once I did; I opened my eyes and just, watched, as the entire world carried on.
Funnily enough, I didn't feel much of anything at the time. I guess they tend to play it up in the movies. They always show that people remain angry, that people have feelings of wanting to do something or to accomplish something. But once you're gone, you don't actually feel much of that.
Instead, I remember being calm. I was very calm after that final moment. I would poke my head every now and again, thinking that the skin would feel raw, but other than that; I was alright. I
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Not a Love LetterTo whom it may concern:Not a Love Letter by silvertruth5
This is not a love letter
For the best parts of me I've burned
and all my wasted treasures
I failed to write a song
and my poems they do no better
I want to kill the parts of me
that kill the parts that matter
in my journal
they don't help my heart...
I want to tear the pages out
and put them in the shredder
I point the finger to you
the one that sees through me
You're behind the curtain
In the mirror can't you see?
So many choices...
So many voices...
Ride the wave? - didn't crush them all
Find yourself? - didn't fall too hard
But the clear water is now clouded
Wan for clarity
Can you see?
You can't see
Rhetorical questions as stupid as they seem
It's a reach for help
To the maker of everything
Undirected....poised to spring
You are the wantan shell of what in my mind I think I need
A woman in which to confide and keep safe the best of me
I feel the diminish of self
You cannot contain of this
Questadored wayward subjectsQuest by silvertruth5
surcoats of your present and past
resignated colors of change
ponder I what insignia remains
blood type A bleeds through me
deep pains and deep stains
the harems of life in the void
yet can't be destroyed
seen the gates of oblivion
so don't deny or throw a cross
we really have no time
zion awaits for all of us
transfixed before the design
perish all thoughts, nevermind
of a dying breed
kindred spirits face genocide
a prison with no release
the chambers of valhalla
death itself has ceased
find peace within your pilon
finding angels at your feet
dust and ashes
skin and bones
predicate to the answer
footnote stressed in bold
initiate to the master
strength within the hold
live fast, die young
that's what I'm told
SpidersYou arthropods of freakish descent.Spiders by animizzy
Scrawny limbs are effortless to crush,
yet, they immobilize me.
I'm in awe of your sunspot hues,
vibrant jungle shades,
hushed earthy tones.
Eight orbs reflect your insight,
wonders unknown to man.
Will you always embed nightmares
or relieve my tangled mind?
Whether burgundy hour glasses
or fiddle strings emerge,
I've made my mark, like Athena,
counting downfiery skies shine down on mecounting down by SS116
ash and feathers
clean and easy
close to heart
turn and face
grace that falls
from hand to hand
the dead left begging
turn to sand
upon the shore
a burning hunger
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