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The Shinobi, I've been studying them extensively. |
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Yeah, the people that know me at all know that I love the Shinobi, try to follow the Ninpo Code as closely as possible, and am a self-proclaimed ninja. But I haven't learned enough of them!!! >.< But! From what I've seen and heard, there are around.... Four different views on this subject. 1:There are ninjas today, but, it is impossible for anybody not related to them to become a ninja. (Not very substantial seeing that family ties didn't matter) 2:There are too ninjas!!! They use special magick and disappear and wear black clothes and stuff!!! (Typical un-informed view) 3:There are no such things as modern day ninjas, they did exist way back in history however. (Again, not a good view, for one there are already special ops, splinter cells, NAVY seals, and several Ninja Ryus across the earth) 4:There were ninjas, there are ninjas today as well, and anybody with enough determination can be one, you don't need a certain amount of "Chakra" or "Chi" or "Ki", you don't need to be able to flip off of all kinds of objects, all you need is the mental conditioning and determination and you'll do fine. (Out of all four I find this one the best, because, during my study of the Shinobi, I found that ninjas did not just jump over ten feet tall walls, or bound off of walls, or run up down and across walls, or use special magic, they DID however sit in at local bars and gather information, or evesdrop from a concealed position, or run from shadow to shadow to avoid guards, or completely avoid shadows to kill guards. All in all, every single shinobi was as individual as the person themself, and they all lived under one basic principle, "Life is precious, one must only kill when it preserves life." So there, that's pretty much all I know in a nutshell, alot of you will probably disagree, well... If I cared I wouldn't post this. Sorry, but the Shinobi is a subject that I feel strongly about and believe it should not be misconstrued, so don't take it personally, okay? mrgreen ninja
sladgen · Sun Jun 04, 2006 @ 06:28am · 0 Comments |
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Ugh.... Is there no sense around anymore? |
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I'm quite tired of seeing all of this nonsense really, it's annoying really. So, my solution, the only one I can think of sweatdrop is to start making some brief comic strips here and there showing what I think. Only problem is that my new compy hasn't gotten here yet, stressed when it does come though, expect me to update this journal with info of where my strips will be put. Though, I may not even do one, who knows, lol..... You'll just have to wait and see....... Bwuhahahahahaha!!!! mrgreen
sladgen · Thu Mar 16, 2006 @ 02:44am · 0 Comments |
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Rock on! I'm one of the few remaining FFA vets. |
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xd mrgreen Yup, 'tis correct. I, Sladgen, that has led I.T.E.M., I.T.E.M. GGN, Kira-Mei Kaisho, and now Ryu Kira-Mei, is one of the last original FFA greats. mrgreen mrgreen Yay! Along with me would be Kavi, Dash, Red, Omi, Clash, AnimeDawg, and unforunatly, Isamu_XIII. It's been so great, and I don't know if I'll ever stop. I hope the same can be said about the others I listed. Yeah, I'm pretty much the most hated of the greats, but so what? Dang, I can't even remember how many mercs have been sent after me, and how many people have tried to kill me. The only times I ever died were by complete flukes too, godmodders, though I just let it go because I wasn't in the mood for another OOC war, ugh those are so annoying... stressed Meh, oh well. Anyway, I think it's cool that I'm a vet. mrgreen I can only hope that I get better and better, and that Dash will hurry up making his GGN so I can get even better. Oh, Dash. HE, IS, THE, MAN!!!! I guarentee that he'll kill anybody that he fights, he pwns all! He is the person I aspire to, one day I hope I reach his level of uberness. One day I may, it's a slight possibility. mrgreen Yay! Anyway, I've gotta sleep. gonk Night. xd
sladgen · Tue Feb 14, 2006 @ 10:15am · 4 Comments |
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Chapter One of Yami-Hikaru-Kokoro-Setsuka: Konnichiwa |
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It is the middle of the day, semi-cloudy, at a partly rural area. There are a few houses, all seperated by long stretches of plain, yet none of them farmhouses, or farming land. And in one of these houses, resides Hikaru, and the rest of his family. He isn't the head of the household, he is a mere child, well, actually he is of fifteen years, but that matters not. He is an only child, living only with three other people, though none of them are blood related to him. The four's parents are all missing, not dead, but their whereabouts are unknown, there are some suspicions of where they are though. Some say they just abandoned their children, because they didn't want the responsiblity, others speculate that they are all warriors, purging the land of evil, or maybe sorcerers, perverting the good to evil. Nobody truly knows, other then themselves of course, but this story isn't about them, it's about their offspring, the four friends.
They would be Yami, the reserved yet beautiful thirteen year old girl, she has a certain affinity for darker things, but isn't on the side of evil. Hikaru, the cool headed fifteen year old, he's pretty much the one who will lead whenever nobody else will. Kokoro, he is the arrogant eighteen year old, though he talks a big game, and trys to lead everybody around, he's really an idiot. And finally, Setsuka, she is exactly as her name states, snow flower. She is the most beautiful of the group, even if there isn't much competition, yet is shy and hard to get to know. She is fifteen as well, and has an odd secret ability that has yet to be revelaed.
The four lived in the house, they weren't rich at all, but had enough to live comfortably. They loved to joke around with each other, do the things that friends did, they had been friends their whole lives anyway. But today, the friends may start out on something that would either break their friendship, or make it harder then diamond. Everybody in the area pretty much hunted their food, some liked the kill more then the prospect of food and would hunt in odd ways, the friends were no different, they had the warriors spirit in them and would feast after every successful hunt. Yami personaly used a short, curved, dagger, Hikaru used either a broadsword or dual shortswords, Kokoro only used the gigantic Zweihander, and Setsuka used a scythe, that or some other pole weapon. They each also had the potential for magic, the girls more then the guys, especially more then Kokoro. But now that the orientation is over, let us get to what really matters.
Yami was leaning against the south wall of the house, it was unofficially her wall, and she just watched the others. Setsuka was sitting on the floor writing in her diary and violently shut it as Kokoro tried to sneak a peek in it. As she chewed him out, Hikaru just stood there laughing, and even Yami chuckled slightly. It was any other day, the house was fairly clean, Kokoro was the only one that wouldn't clean, he wouldn't do much of anything other then annoy and eat, he did love to eat though, but it'd take to long to get into that. Hikaru turned and walked over to the weapon rack that was near Yami, and grabbed his dual shortswords. He then turned his head to the still being scolded Kokoro and cheerfully asked him. "You wanna go and get dinner before you are dinner? I think it'd be wise to get out of here before you're on a spit being roasted by Setsuka." Hikaru laughed as he said that, and Kokoro just frowned, being scolded and made fun of at the same time wasn't exactly pleasent, but he deserved it. He soon ignores Setsuka and walks over to Hikaru and grabs his Zweihander, nodding to Hikaru. "Fine... I guess I should come with you to make sure you don't die, without me you all wouldn't last half a day, maybe not even that long." In unison the other three all roll their eyes and let out a droning. "Right..."
Kokoro just shakes his head and makes his way to the door and opens it. As he does so, a body slumps into the room, and of course Setsuka screams, Yami walks over to it checking to see if he's dead. He was barely living, and had a long gash in his stomach, it was miraculous he was still alive really. Not missing a beat, Kokoro picks him up easily and walks over to a bed, laying him down on it. Setsuka gets up and walks over to him, almost throwing up from his open wound. Yami knew a good bit of healing, more with herbs then anything, and reaches into a pouch grabbing some odd herbs, she then sprinkles them on the wound. The man slightly winces, still clinging to consciousness, the herbs would bind together the flesh and clot the blood so he wouldn't bleed as heavily, they also smelled nice. Then they all tend to him, trying to save him, Hikaru and Kokoro go to hunt, and they try to bring back more then usual for their new guest. The man would recover, and afterwards, tell them all why he was sent, and by who.
((Yeah, I know it's probably horrible, oh well... Never been good at writing. But Dash, tell me what you think of it, please.))
sladgen · Tue Feb 14, 2006 @ 09:37am · 0 Comments |
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mrgreen mrgreen mrgreen mrgreen mrgreen mrgreen mrgreen YEAHHHH!!!!!!!!!! GREEN DAY HAS JUST WON THE GRAMMY FOR BEST RECORD, WHICH IS THE BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS!!!!!!!!! HA HA KAVI!!!!!! blaugh blaugh blaugh xd ROCK ON FOREVER GREENDAY!!!!!! mrgreen mrgreen mrgreen mrgreen mrgreen mrgreen
sladgen · Thu Feb 09, 2006 @ 04:02am · 1 Comments |
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The first issue of Infinitives, my anti-time blogish thingy. |
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Ya know... For some odd reason, I keep reading the TIME magazines we have, and get. Every freaking time I do, I get mad, and it's either because of the reigning liberal bias, or because even though everybody knows that Green Day has sold almost the most albums, only upped by 50 Cent, stressed I hate rap...... stare Anyway, the only reason Green Day is in that magazine is because they came out with an album name to the tune of American Idiot, not because TIME really thinks they're good, just because of the outward stuffs. Anyway, another thing I'm mad about is all these freaking rappers who when they get their awards, (the grammys, the MTV awards, etc. etc.) they always thank God then cuss a blue streak, refer to questionable things, or both. Ya know, that's all a fake, they don't care about God, at least Green Day doesn't fake it. I just like real people, I can't stand fake people, not only do they do whatever to be liked by everybody, they're smelly. xd blaugh Alright, that last part I'm joking about, but onto the next matter of business. I'm watching the grammys right now, and I must say that their nominations are a little skewed in my eyes. If I chose it all, these would win. BEST ALBUM: Origin, by Evanescence
BEST ROCK The boulevard of Broken Dreams, by Greenday
BEST ALTERNITIVE ALBUM X&Y, by Coldplay
BEST ALTERNITIVE Speed of Sound, by Coldplay
BEST GOTH/PUNK Helena and Astro Zombies, both by My Chemical Romance
WORST GENRE EVER RAP!!!! scream
BEST SONG EVER Wake me up inside, by Evanescence and The Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Greenday
This just freakin in! Billie Joe Armstrong is with Gwen Stefani!!! Freaking Gwen Stefani!!! She is another person I hate so much!!!! And U2 Freaking won the grammy for best rock album!!!! Mijintoku!!! Vertigo is okay, but that's it!!!!! Not even American Idiot was nominated!!!!! scream scream scream AGH!!!!!!!!! *Runs to the Grammy awards and punches Bono in the face, he falls ont eh stage and I run back to the computer, remembers to run back there and give Billie Joe Armstrong the Grammy, then runs back to compy.* Huff huff huff..... Well, I have done a good thing. xd 3nodding Ugh, I'll probbaly update this when they pick the best song of the year, AND IT BETTER NOT BE A RAPPER!!!!!!!!!
sladgen · Thu Feb 09, 2006 @ 02:06am · 1 Comments |
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The new, okay maybe old, Sladgen Wyota. |
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Alright, well, to fit with my new guild's time period, I kinda had to change some things.
Name: Sladgen Wyota Age: 16 (Kinda lived past that, but 'tis current age) Height: 6' 0" Weight: 195 lbs. Race: Human, nothin else. Character description: Well, just incase I don't wear the stuff, I'll tell you. Has semi-muscular build, long white hair, red eyes though the intensity has grown dark, wearing a dark blue yukata, black self made ninja band, linen feet wraps, and black straw sandals. Weaknesses: Is full blood human, so has the same basic weaknesses all humans have, no longer has angelic divinity, SoBe isn't around in this time period, has semi-limited knowledge of this time period, will still be reckless at times, does stupid things if people he loves are in danger, can get ticked off by enemies easily, will sometimes make moronic decisions, and can be clumsy at times. Natural abilities: Has gone through intense ninja training, has heightened agility, heightened sight, semi-heightened hearing, has heightened strength, has an affinity for water, can make a three foot long single edged titanium blade come out of his right forearm, has control over his adrenaline resulting in several different effects, and excels in building things. Super-natural abilities: Has achieved a moderate mastery of his telekinisis, is learning how to manipulate water, has limited astroprojection, knows two hand folds, the hand folding technique of strength, the hand folding technique of time manipulation, can sometimes make bodies, can call dead souls to bodies, can seal souls in certain objects, and has limited control over angelic powers. History: After many things occuring in modern times, he decided to ditch it all and go back to where everything began. So, he has created a Ryu, in a new location, has gained some new members, and has had a friends Ryu occupy the same area as he does. (If you want to know about the modern Sladgen, refer to my other profile.)
sladgen · Wed Feb 01, 2006 @ 09:14pm · 0 Comments |
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WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I cried: I asked for your help: I was becoming suicidal: I killed myself: I died from natural causes: I said I liked you: I kissed you: I started smoking: I stole something: I was hospitalized: I ran away from home: I got in a fight and you were there: I became famous: I yelled at you: I slapped you: I said You're ugly:
WOULD YOU? Be my friend: Tell me the truth no matter what: Lie to make me feel better: Spread rumors about me: Keep a secret if I told you one: Hold my hand: Keep in touch: Try and solve my problems: Tell me I?m fat: Take me in if I run away: Give me food: Hug me? Kiss me?
COMMANDS? Tell me 3 words that describe me: Tell me my name: Tell me ur name:
AM I? Loud? Quiet? Shy? Talkative? Lovable? Annoying? Mean? Attractive? Weird? Confusing? Fun to be with? Smart? Idiotic? Tempermental? Envious? would you care for me if i was in truble or need it? Will you put this in your journal so I can fill it out?
sladgen · Wed Feb 01, 2006 @ 02:19am · 1 Comments |
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Chapter One of Yami-Hikaru-Kokoro: Konnichiwa |
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This is the tale of a boy that is yet named, that is yet to be discovered, that has to find what he must do. He comes from a regular family, a Father, a Mother, two Brothers, one Sister. Supposedly, there is nothing special about himself, his Father is wealthy yet they don't live in a mansion, he just counts his money wanting more. His Mother is vain, yet not overly beautiful, but she still yearns for attention. His two Brothers are strong and wise, both great achievers, yet they're unhappy inside and rotting. Finally, his Sister, she is a strange one indeed, she possesses knowledge, yet is not heady or aloof, beauty, yet not vain, and she is the one made to "serve" all the people that dwell in the house. And he, well... He's nothing. He isn't strong, nor is he strong of mind, he doesn't possess any abilities that stand out, except maybe not being corrupt like the rest of his family. He does whatever everybody else doesn't want to do, yet doesn't get recognition for it, yet he doesn't want it either. He doesn't want anything, he's content... This seems as a boring introduction, does it not? Ah, but to understand a story, you must understand the characters. Well... This is surely not the end.
He tosses and turns in bed, not from nightmares, but from discomfort. After a few moments of trying to find the correct spot, he succeeds. Then, he is awoken by the same gleeful noise every morning, or at least the general idea of it. "Milgred!!!" One of them being the bellowing of his Father Sieg. "What?!" Another, the whining of his Mother Milgred. "Where did you put my extra money?! Or did you steal it and buy something with it again, hmm?!" She hurridly puts away the new things she had bought then replys in her typical fashion. "Now why would I do such a thing? It isn't as if I have before." Footsteps are heard coming down the hallway, they belong to Sieg and his angry feet. "Oh really? What about the time whenever you used MY money to go out to an expensive resturant without me?! That wasn't stealing? What about whenever you just had to buy that cat, or the purebred dog?!" She's silent for a few moments as he continues to rant, and they argue as he gets up rubbing his eyes. He stands to his feet and stretches a little, completely ignoring everything around him, just as this occurs, his name is called by both parents at the same time. "Hikaru!" Hikaru slowly walks out of his room and into their's, them still arguing. "Did your' Mother steal from me again? You must know, surely you do." With a sigh at the stupidity, he answers still half-awake. "If she has stolen, then that would mean you two were not one to begin with, and that she should charge for the food you eat. If you are truely married, your money is hers and vice versa." Them not really caring what he had to say, continue on as he walks into the bathroom to take a shower. It was the only place he could be away from it all, it was peaceful. After a few moments, he decides from the banging on the door that he should get out, and he does so. Getting dressed in his clean clothes, he walks outside. It was a nice semi-rural area, a few houses here and there, yet this wasn't farming land, in fact there were none in the entire county. He then sees a man walking, not carrying a weapon, but still seeming to be somebody of power. He's dressed in mostly black, a slight amount of white peeping through and he turns to look at Hikaru. The moment they make eye contact, something is different, it's as if he was told his entire destiny in a second and a half and then had it erased from memory. He pursues this man, he wasn't walking very fast so it wasn't hard at all. "Wait, wait up!" The man stops, and asks him not turning his head though. "Why, Hikaru?" Although it should shock him, it doesn't, for some very odd reason he wasn't startled that this stranger knew his name "Who are you..." The man turns around, not hooded nor having a jacket, just black pants, a black shirt with a white one under it, and some gloves. His hair is cut to his ears and is shaggy, it is black, yet when under the correct lighting has a tinge of red in it, not red as in orange either, red. "Why do you ask? If you knew, which you do, why would you need to? And if you didn't, then why would you want to? Obviously your query indicates that you know me... If you wish to know more, however, follow me." Hikaru feels the urge to follow, yet thinks about his family. The instant they cross his mind, the man speaks. "Do not think of them, either follow, or don't follow. That is your only decision... And worry not about your sister, she shall come when the time allows it." Hikaru, deciding still by some newly awakened force inside of himself, nods and follows the man. They continue to walk, past houses and fields, the man then turns back at him and does some odd motions. Hikaru is knocked onto his back, no pain though and the man smiles. "Ah... You are the one I seek, you truely are. Come, I shall give you something, you will need it unless you seek suicide." The man does more strange motions and Hikaru raises his right arm in defense this time, yet he isn't forced back, what does happen thoguh is a shield instantly appears on the arm covering the area he wished to protect. The moment he stops thinking about protecting himself, it disappates. "That is linked directly to your' thoughts, whatever you think, it will become. Now let us go." He then tests it out as he goes, finally settling on a staff with two sharpened blades at the ends as he follows the man.
((Yeah, it's not that good. Comment though please.))
sladgen · Sat Jan 07, 2006 @ 11:55am · 0 Comments |
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