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Just to make thing clear I had to write a story for college about a fictional legacy about myself.
My legend is one of death; I was a revered general that led the armies of the empire to many victories. But with the passing of time the emperor fell ill. Instead of handing his reins of his kingdom to his evil son Chubaka the Big Foot, he asked me to be the Guardian of his lands upon his death. Through the employment of magic, Chubaka learned of his father’s wishes and he murdered him with his “Sword of the Light” before his father’s final command could be ratified in the people’s court. Chubaka claimed the throne and I was condemned to die in the Gladiators arena for the amusement of the masses.
The name given to me in the arena was Bruce Lee, and as I vanquished one foe after the next in Mortal Kombat. I became the most feared warrior in all of the fighting games. Recognizing my formidable skills as a swordsman, the supreme master Raden recruited me to fight in a tournament against supernatural beings that wished ill upon humanity. I fought through a gauntlet of strange fighters with the powers of the Scorpion, the reptile, and one who could freeze his opponents with a single conjured blast of ice Sub-Zero. I called upon the great force, the fantastical energy that connects all life, and suddenly I was filled with the power of a hundred men. I slew each of the supernatural beings as if they were mere children and the world was, for a time, safe.
I became rich from these conquests and I enjoyed the spoils of my victories. I continued to spill the blood of many men and dwarves, increasing my hit points daily. But with wealth came great responsibilities. As a member of Wu-Tang Clan, I saw it as my duty to protect the city and its inhabitants from evildoers and when a crime wave fell upon us, I reacted. Using my vast fortunes I designed never-before-seen weapons, all of which mimicked the vicious fighting nature of the bat. I created a suit that allowed me to glide through the air, a belt equipped with various doodads of destruction, and I traveled from crime scene to crime scene in a black chariot that allowed me to race forward at great speeds across paths of smooth rock.
As my wealth and arrogance grew I took great risk. One afternoon I was approached by a stout shiny-headed man who wished to wager for my beloved “chariot.” Thinking that no mortal could defeat me I agreed to a race. We flew like the wind down a stone path, our machines screaming with power while causing much property damage. But alas, the man with the chrome like dome defeated me. Being a man of my honor, I bestowed upon him a pink contact for my beloved chariot, and retreated to the caves of Mordor to grieve. I cast aside my Earthly possessions, all my wealth, even my honor. All I brought with me was a single golden ring, my precious.
When I emerged many years later it was to a strange and wondrous world. The gears of change had been busy in my absence and there now were boxes that could transport images and sound across great distances. One day the leader of every country appeared on these boxes and their message was earnest: “Beings from another world are descending upon us. They traveled in ships the size of cities and they had made their intentions clear. They are going to try and destroy the entire human race.”
I was Earth’s only hope. But realizing that the empire had betrayed me by casting me into the arena, they could not ask me to fight for them. Instead they employed trickery and sent Colonel Sam Trautman, a dear old friend who I had served under in the Great War on the planet Avatar. He assured me that I would be under his command and if I went to battle, I would get what I truly desired; which was for my country to love me as much as I loved it.
Knowing we were outnumbered 50,000 to 1, Trautman and I commandeered an enemy craft. The craft looked like a metallic hawk that flew faster than lightning itself. We took to the sky but we did not attempt to engage the enemy forces as we were just one and they were many. Instead we flew our stolen craft directly into their mother ship pretending that we were one of their own. It was there that we learned that the bowels of their ships were actually flesh and blood. Instead of driving a stake down into the heart of that ship, I released a virus that traveled not just throughout the mother ship but also throughout the enemy’s vessels. In a matter of minutes I had saved the planet.
But alas, there was not enough time for me to fly my foreign bird away before the enemy ships exploded. So I was forced to travel into a strange device they called the Stargate and it transported me to a different universe. I was set down on a small desert planet and the primitive inhabitants mistook me for a god. They showered me with jewels and women, but after many years of basking in these luxuries I left my tribe of Ewoks and searched the sky far and wide for a passageway back to my homeland. “Alas… I found it!” There was another Stargate in all that sky and in all that dark. I gripped destinies hand and together we flew through the passageway and in a matter of moments I once again recognize the stars around me.
But something was amiss. A massive mountain of pure rock was hurtling towards my homeland from the heavens. I knew if this monolith impacted my world it would surely destroy it with great floods, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and firestorms. The great danger lay just
below my machine and so I brought the craft down upon the chaotic surface. A team of my comrades had already arrived on the rock led by a man name Bruce Willis. They had drilled a deep hole into the core of the object and were preparing to blow it to bits with an explosive device. When the timing device failed to operate it became clear that one of us had to stay behind and manually detonate the weapon. Someone had to lay down his life for our home world. I told the others to go and leave me behind so I could carry out this final task. I only asked them to tell my wives that I loved them all.
After my comrades had flown away into the darkness I pressed the button that would reunite me with my ancestors of Yore, including Jackie Chan, Chuck Norris, Rocky Balboa, Mr. Han from Karate Kid, Luke Skywalker, and Betty White. The subsequent explosion decimated the rock on which I had chosen to die. But alas… I did not perish. I was hurled into a cloud of rock and debris and with my godlike strength I clung to a small fragment of stone as it spun wildly outward. Once I was clear of the discharge, the ride smoothed and I realized I was heading toward my home planet. I rode that rock down though the hot atmospheres as a returning conqueror on fire steering it to its destination while my golden locks of magnificent hair blown ever so wildly from the force of the wind. I managed to maneuver my horse of stone toward a vast blue ocean as I filled my iron lungs with the deepest breath I have ever taken just before I hit the water. The force of the impact pushed me down hundreds of feet. My
world turned to black.
I awoke to find that I had grown webbed feet and gills and that I was underwater. As my vision cleared my eye were met with the strangest sight. A small yellow square sponge and an enormously obese pink starfish were staring at me with wide eyes. Once they realized I was alright they burst into hysterical laughter and ran away cackling at the top of their lungs. I had no idea where I was. In fact it came as quiet a surprise when I had wondered outside and realized I had been in a dwelling made from a giant, hollowed-out pineapple. At any rate I seized the opportunity and swam desperately toward the surface what seemed like many miles above.
As I made it to the surface it took me a great many days to make it to land. On the fifth night of my great swim I ran into a creature who calls himself Aquaman and his wife Ariel who was a mermaid princess. They loaned me their giant Sperm Whale that they named Moby Dick which saved me at least 7 days of swimming and raised my awesomeness points to new heights as I rode into land with great pride. When I finally stood on solid land my entire country stood before me and the President himself bestowed upon me the nation’s highest honor, “The Medal of Valor,” for my great bravery.
I settled into my house with my many wives and my dogs, Cujo and Obama. We lived in harmony ever since. But I will stand prepared as I always have to once again defend my lands, my women, and you; my children of the corn.
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Okay. So I have been dating this beautiful girl for the last six months, and we are very much in love. I tell her she is the love of my life, and I love her more then anything, but she replies that she loves me, but I am not the love of her life. See she had this boyfriend before me, and from all accounts from her, her best friends, our teachers, and just about everyone who knew him, he was damn near perfect. He was the love of her life she said, and they were together for a year and a half.
I’m told by everyone that he was amazing, and that he was the most unique person around. He was a straight A student, and Valedictorian of his class. He was a third degree black belt in martial arts, and won the States Martial Arts Tournament two years in a row. His family has money. He was good looking. But she says none of that mattered to her. She said the best thing about him, only showed when they were by themselves. He may look serious on the outside, but he was a die hard romantic on the inside. He would sit there for hours listening to her talk about her feelings, and he would always find a way to cheer her up when she was crying. She would get aggravated about the world, and stress would overcome her, and she would shout at him for no reason, and he would just walk up and hold her in his arms until she calmed down. He also had this charm that was unique to him. He had the ability to make her smile, no matter what she was going through, and he would do anything for her. He doted on her whenever she needed it, and he gave her space whenever the need arose for it, and she never had to tell him how to do any of this, or how she felt. Because he already knew. He never forced her into anything, and he would always seek her opinion, and said that he highly valued it. He was also a writer, and use to write this "Remarkable poems and stories, that was just out of this world good" He would tell her every feeling, and share all of his feelings with her, and she did the same. He was also the first person she opened up to, because he was patient. She said that she use to be so shy she would barley mutter a word, but he kept talking to her and supporting her, until she came out of her shell. (now she speaks her mind a lot, and is the complete opposite of this) When she got mad or sad and ran out of a room, he would run out with her to cheer her up, or calm her down. She says that he was impossible to read though. When you think you understood how he worked, he would go out and do the unexpected, like take a spontaneous vacation with her to the beach out of the blue. She told me how he also got bored , and he would do stuff to keep his mind busy. So he went to the school, and recruited, I guess thats the best word, twelve different people that he took a liking to. He then slowly turned all twelve of them, from different groups I might add (GEEK, PREP, ETC) and turned them all into best friends. One of them being my current and his future girlfriend. They are still all best friends today, and are her best friends still. However,he died from a lung complication two years ago, and her entire world came down.
Her best friends got her back on her feet though, but continuing on with the question.
Everyone I know, even some of MY best friends, say that I can’t compare to him in the regard of loving her, and I really am trying. I once gave her a necklace with a key that says you have the key to my heart, and she wears it every now and then, but she never takes off the medallion he gave her, or the charm bracelet he gave her. She says the bracelet was his Christmas present to her, and she refuses to part with it, it being "One of the few treasures I have to remember him", and she says the medallion she always grabs onto, and remembers him whenever something has he down . I’m not being insensitive to the fact that she loved him, and the fact that she can’t get over him. I just want a chance to show her that I can be just as good as him. I mean sure I get angry sometimes, something that her friends pointed out when I asked them about it that he never done, and I act like a guy, but he couldn’t have been to damn perfect that I can’t compare to him. How can I make up some ground, and help prove that I can be a good boyfriend. Sure I can’t be as sensitive as him, or as "AMAZING," but there must be a way to prove it.
If you were in this situation, what would you do to get closer to the girl, and make her realize that you are the love of her life, or at least someone just as good???
Thanks in advance
Oh yeah, her friends are supporting me on this. Saying that its all he wanted for my girlfriend was to be happy, and thats all that mattered. And that he would always tell her to do what makes her happy, or to get with someone that makes her happy, because he loved her, and he just wants to see that bright smile on her face, even if it wasn’t for him. Just thought I would throw this in, just so you know all of the details. Ask if you need any more info. Thanks =)
She never compares me to him, and she knows that I am not him. I guess really, I am the one comparing myself to him. Its just that I am afraid that I’m not able to fill the shoes that are there, you know?
Just to clarify she never brings him up, and tries to act as normal as possible. But someone always manages to bring up his name, and mentions another great story about him. She always acts normal, so she isnt comparing the two of us, but I know she thinks about him time to time. She is absolutley amazing herself, good grades beautiful
They were also best friends way longer then they were dating, around seven years as best friends. And she has gotten better about not wearing the jewelry, so I guess to a point she is getting over it slowly. But the real question is. Even if she does get over him, will I keep comparing myself to him?
Okay one of you IM me, and asked me to add how did she take it up before he died. I asked her myself, but she refused to talk about it, saying it was to painful. So I asked her friends. They said that at the end of his days, he knew that he was going to die soon. He would go on dates with her, and he would walk to the bathroom, and start coughing up blood where his lungs were slowly being destoryed. And that in his final days he was trying to push her away, that way she wouldn’t be so down when he died, but she refused to budge. His last words to her best friend, was "To tell her when I am gone that I am sorry, and that she should forget him. Move on with her life, and to find love again, and forget the love struck fool that was (his name)’
Okay answering one of your IM about the coughing up blood in the restroom. He walked in there, and acted normal walking there, because he didn’t want her to see him. He tried to keep his illness as far away from her as possible, because he wanted to protect her emotionally. He went to the hospital a few times, and she cried her eyes out even when he was out, so she is very sensitive. BTW sorry I didn’t answer earlier Blue, I went down to put flowers on his grave. I might be jealous of him for having what I want with my girl, but I respect him. He truly cared about her with every fiber of his being, and he wanted nothing more then, like me, for her to be happy. I can’t hate a man for wanting the same thing I want, and a man who took such good care of her before me.
that was an awesome but sad read. i mean i cant really help because it seems that she doesn’t want to hurt you. it may seem you could be the problem. i know you hurt emotionally, but think about her point of view. the guy you loved and thought your were going to spend the rest of your life with passed away. he got her to come of her shell.don’t compare yourself to him. no offense you wont measure up to him because of the fact your are jealous and your comparing your self to someone else. you took her and im sure yu knew the situation so you need to make it clear that you aren’t the one comparing. neither is she. at least she isn’t in bed being depressed. be happy that your have her love. maybe not all but you have it. BE HAPPY that a beautiful and perfect girl is in your arms
GOOD LUCKZZ .<333333
I have a Black Belt in Taekwondo, I did Krav Maga for 6 years. I can shoot bulls eyes 100 yards away. I am very active, I ride endurance. (50 to 100 mile rides on horseback in less then 24 hours.) I am tough. I am 15 right now. I’ll be 16 in august. My Dad doesn’t want me going into the military. I have been on the US.marines.com. and I have to give alot of info to get more info on recruiting. And if my Dad finds out I was trying to get more info on it. He’ll have my head. So if you could give me any info. That would be nice. Its not like I am rebelling towards my Dad. my grandpa, and greatgrandpa served, and I feel it is my duty to keep the honor in out family. I want to help our boys come home.
p.s. my dad couldn’t enlist, he was an only child.
AND YES I AM A WOMAN..
As long as you pass the ASVAB and meet the moral and physical requirement you can join any branch – sounds like you are more than fit enough as long as you no law enforcement issues you should be fine.
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MLM HardballBack three years ago I began taking Tae Kwon Do lessons at this school by me. I didn’t think much of it until I began gradually realizing how the school works and its stupid students. This is how good I am at Tae Kwon Do. Try and guess which belt I am.
My sidekicks lack power. My back kicks have no power. I can’t do a back wheel kick or hook kick properly. I don’t have any speed or swiftness in my movements. I can’t really do the splits, so all my high kicks reach outward rather than upward.
Can you guess what belt I am ? Well, you’re probably guessing some low belt like white or yellow. You’re WRONG ! I’m a brown-stripe belt. Yep, that’s right almost a black belt and suck completely. Part of this I feel are the teachers faults who are these young guys recruited from Korea and they couldn’t care less about what you do. This actually happened. I was practicing a jumping front snap kick one time and I couldn’t get it right and the instructor literally said ‘whatever’ and walked away. The classes suck. We usually start out by doing relay races sometimes, then work on useless forms. Then board breaking. This is where another topic comes in. I have seen this numerous times and it just gets me so mad. Every time someone goes to kick the instructor hurls the board towards your feet so it breaks easier ? I’ve seen them do this and I’m the only one catching on. Sometimes they try to bend it with their hands. We use the garbage plastic snap together boards. Also I’ve noticed how they could care less about how you’re improvements are. This is also one of those summer camp garbage schools. I’ve had it ! Do think I should give up martial arts, cause that’s where its heading to. Don’t suggest MMA, cause I’m only interested in martial arts that are meant for a life or death situation, not a competition.
I may as also tell you that there appear to be several young black belts in my class who suck. They’re little kids. Maybe 7 or 8 years old. Shouldn’t they be able to take apart 25 men if belts are that great ?!!!??? Also I was sparring with this other brown-stripe belt and I kicked his elbow (my kicks are like wind they’re so weak) and he started crying. Not tiny little tears, but a RIVER ! I don’t know what to do.
This school also teaches Hapkido which is only allowed for teenagers and up. Should I try that ? Its just self-defense, no forms. I think I’ll quit. Martial arts are too hard when no one’s there to help you.
A certain style cannot just defeat another oppenent. But, how one is trained is all that matters.
It looks like you are in a school that is not teaching properly. All the skills you mentioned not being good at are not important ones anyway. High kicks are not needed. Neither is spinning back kicks, … What is needed is good technique. It sounds like that is not being taught. I smell a Mcdojo. If you are training enough, then it is the school that is the problem, not you. If you are not training as you should be, then it is both the school and you that are at fault. After three years, you should at least have some good basic techniques. I’d look at what you are doing to improve, how much practice you do both in class and more importantly, outside of class. Then you should consider if the school is teaching as they should be. That seems to be the problem. If the school is that bad, then joining the Hapkido class there is not going to fix the problem. Look into another school or style. Try to find a non commercial class such as those at YMCA, recreation centers, and community colleges.
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