World of Warcraft's first hero class, the Death Knight will be accessible to players after having a character reach level 55. Once unlocked, the Death Knight will then complete a series of quests that will explain their defection and background. ... No but there will be a new class death knight. You start in this area where one of the first things you learn from a trainer is how to summon a deathknight only mount. Dk(deathknights) work for the lich king. ...No class, no cash: “Slumdog” kids miss school. MUMBAI, India — The slum kid stars of “Slumdog Millionaire” want a lot of things in life — new houses, a car, trips to London and Paris — but they aren't too interested in school. ... Rubina was cast as the young Latika, who grows up to become the hero's love interest, and Azhar plays his brother, Salim. After filming ended, director Danny Boyle and Colson got the pair placed in a Mumbai school that helps disadvantaged ...The latest expansion brought the game its first hero class, a type I believe can't work in any MMO. In WoW, if you have a character at level 55, you are able to create a death knight. The journey of your new death knight is meant to be iconic; you start out ... My verdict is that, no, we will never see a truly balanced class system in World of Warcraft. This is partially due to the points I make above, that small changes in one area, can affect other areas in the class. ...In addition to the new features, Elven Legacy: Ranger tones down the difficulty a bit, opening its appeal to a larger audience. While there are evident flaws to its presentation, the overall experience is positive, and will begin to grow ... A noticeable difference that may not be as evident is that Paradox Interactive and 1C Company took the time to concentrate on the ranger by making it the focal hero class. In the previous title, the two heroes were an archer and mage ...It will be free, of course, and should deliver a shedload of top class new features to the Hero. These will include the freshly-revealed Google Maps Navigation, the free turn-by-turn satnav that will be available on all Android 2.0-powered smartphones (at least in ... It's no secret that Google is prepping a fresh 2.0 versio... The Gadget Show. 19 October 2009 ... HTC Hero gets unveiled; we need one! by Fwd Tech. HTC officially announced the third Android phone in its r. ...The same applies to hero classes; picking a Hero Class will start you off with two new hero skills, and the rest will come from hero class training (called 'hero talents') and hero quests. Here's the interesting part: hero talents ... Of course there are going to be some (justifiably) pessimistic people who will think this is all bull, and that I'm trying to spread false rumors. Well since I have no way to prove that this is real' I'm not going to try to convince anyone. ...These days, Guitar Hero is a video game, Rockstar is an energy drink and ring tones routinely outsell albums. When the rock hall started in 1984, rock was the loudest amplified sound in American pop culture, but through the years, it gave way to hip-hop and ... Those factors, along with the tilt of several recent rock hall induction classes toward pop stars, rappers and long-gone doo-wop singers, have some observers questioning the long-term relevance of the enterprise. ...Last season, people called Druids a Hero class. They were called the most op, the best class in game, and some slightly less polite things. And they were - in 2v2. However, there is a reason that druids don't win tournaments in WotLK. ... whether or not people would be interested in hearing MY opinions on changes on the PTR to all classes, rather than just those I specialize in. If you disagree with me, I may be wrong, I make no claims to infallibility, (unlike KuroRP). ...I assume this is New York City's middle class both our lousy candidates for mayor are catering to. So who the hell are all these smug fuckers who are traipsing all over my used-to-be Korean neighborhood acting like they own it now and, ... and also it was announced yesterday, consumer spending is off as the year's big X-mas season approaches and these big outlet stores are stocked to the gills with the latest trendy model cell phones, the newest and greatest iPods, ...All of the exciting new information begs the big question: When? Going Rogue is aiming for a release in Q2 2010, with beta coming in five waves in early 2010. After seeing the information from Hero-Con, we're as excited as you are for this expansion and ... if you go for graphics update go for the full way or no at all. and the classes they introduced look exactly what CO had especially the lead tempest animation, they could do a different animation than that at least. ...
i know this might sound akward but here it goes my deepest darkest secret but becareful there might be some tears in between lol.....:
so it was the first day of 4th grade i was what? 8? 9? too young i know. but thats when i first saw him he was cuter then any body in the whole school....i felt tingly inside some girls behind me whispered ew look at his ears eww look at his hair...but i didnt see any flaws in him. we were the only people that were the same race ...we were both from india.... from some miracle the teacher assighned him a seat next to me we were in groups of two...i still remember our first conversation. hey are you indian? he had asked me i had blushed and slowly nodded my head yes. thats when we had come up with our first conversation. do you eat chappaties? me: yes do you eat lentals i do. him: me too! i dont know what it was it was such a heavy feeling in my heart weighing me down i felt happy and fussy...we became freinds but our freindship didnt last long i would tease him poking him and touching his hair i dont know why i did that but h would get annoyed and he was soo cute i couldnt take my eyes off of him.
we had become freinds but our freindship began to fade...he went off into another group of freinds from much praying to god i managed to have him in the same class next year in 5th grade. he had made freinds i had made freinds we were in different paths but somewhere deep inside of me i beleived that he loved me....i dont know why....maybe because he would talk to me and have little conversations where he would rarely tease me and maybe because i imagined too much. i imagined him with me foreever.....he was in every thought of mine when i finanlly realized he was the only one i would love.
lots of girls talked about other boys and say ooh hes cute ooo hes cute but ....i never saw anything in anybody except for him. he was perfect. i would imagine marrying him and what it would be like if i was with him forever. woah i sound creepy lol. i was in love with him. and i never confessed my love for him not to anybody except for now....
i prayed to god that one day for us to be togther and in love i prayed to god in hope that he would love me...that we would have a family and be happy until we went to heaven where we would thank god for our love ...woah getting a litlle off topic lol.
i think im crying does it mean im crying when tears are dripping down my cheeks and slowly to my heart......and my heart is thumping with pain
in fifth grade he would talk to me but not as much as he did in 4th grade....everyday i would dress up in my best autfits in order to impress him....until one day he whispered to me while we were having our rare short conversations that he didnt like the girls that were in my class who dressed up too much. the next day i didnt weear anything fancy actually never again. he made me who i am today...
i loved him....i dont know why but i fell like puring now...
one day we were doing a play we had to dress up and everything the teachers had to pick our parts i got the part of the heroin ....and miracusily he got the part of the hero xD at the end we had to walk out holding hands...........he didnt..... i didnt want to embaress myself and grab his hand....i dont know maybe he was too shy maybe he didnt like me but then i never thought of that option i was mad and sad...i didnt know why.....then i came up with the horroe that i thought i would never come across what if he didnt like me? that question stuck in my head for monthes i ven cried at the thought of us not being together...i didnt know why....our teacher announced the teachers we would have..i prayed we would both have the same teachers YES! i was so happy i almost jumped out of my seat and hugged him but i controlled myself......
but that became an option of my life
would we ever be together??
it went by so fast i didnt even notice it was the last day of fifth grade summer was starting i didnt have email then i was to young for anything like that...i took my camera and took a picture so that i would remember him....
when it was time to go i didnt have tim to say goodbye....that summer my only thought was him evrything including me revolved around him.why? why was i so attracted to him? he wasnt ven like perfect but i loved him....that summer was the most tortures ever...
next year when i was looking for my classroom the principal announced that i would be joining the advanced class since i was gifted in many ways idk why lol. but all that ran through my m,ind was i would never see him again i had no way of contacting him,....i almost cried when i stepped into the classroom without him there to help me survive...it was like i fed off of him lol not like that but as if he was my sun and i was a mere plant that absorbed his energy without him my world became cold. after two days i was devestated before i went to school that day i cried and prayed to god for a miracle
"Flo Rida, Raven-Symoné, Soulja Boy Tell ’Em, Jesse McCartney, Asia, Yes, Boys Like Girls, Gym Class Heroes, The Veronicas, The Academy Is and Never Shout Never are coming to
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Thats what it says, but when i click on it, it says they all come different days. Whats the deal with this? Are they all there the same day?
I just want honest opinions as to whether I should continue- is my writing style any good? I mean it when i say honest. im 18. thankyou
Prologue-
I continued running, stepping barefoot through the never ending forest of large pine trees as mud splashed onto my bare legs from the pouring rain. A thunderstorm was fast approaching.
Panting heavily, I finally made my way out into the open field of green grass and wilting yellow daisies, with the amazing Brooklyn mountains sitting so peacefully in the distance.
My knees plodded to the ground where more mud splashed onto my white, expensive dress, but i was far from concerned. I then screamed as loud as I could looking up into, what was now, the night sky with rain now soaking my hair. I cried hysterically not even caring if anybody was there witnessing my disgrace. My chest felt tight, there was a hole where my heart used to be, and I pleaded with the storm to strike me.
"Why?!" I screamed into the empty space "Why me?!" It was pointless, but I just hoped something, anything could hear me... that someone would just appear from behind me and tell me it's all over.... anything would be better than this... even death. I layed in the rain on my back, spoiling my dress further. I stared up at the sky sobbing to myself and knowing i would have to face reality sooner than later.
Chapter One
I was just eleven years old when my mother announced we were moving to New York. I was neither happy nor sad about the decision, as New Jersey didn't offer me much. I didn't have many friends, in fact, my family were my closest friends, my dad being number one. I spent most of my days struggling through school and when I had free time I would sit down and read. I could read all day if I was allowed. I had an imagination like no other. My parents would constantly have to snap me out of my day dreaming and would have to yell twice as loud when they called me to dinner because I was always buried deep into my books. I was only really happy when i was reading... and living my life through characters in books, as my life was quite dull and boring. Ballet was pretty much the only other way I could free my happiness. I had been taking classes since I was three and wanted to be a ballet teacher when I was older- I was set on that.
I was never told the exact reason why we were moving- my instincts told me it was because we just needed change. Nothing was really happening for us here and we had been here since the year I was born. I think Mum was interested in going back to school and finishing her degree in nursing and Dad never had any problems finding a job- as everybody seemed to adore him just the way I did and he was a top business man, so moving wouldn't have too much of an effect on him. He was a special man.. funny, intriguing, as friendly as one could be, he was my hero. My brother, Steven, was a lot like him except much more irritating and not quite as smart- but god, did they look alike. Dark features, olive skin, perfectly straight teeth. I looked a lot like my mum- she was tall, slender with long, wavy brown hair. She was very trendy and was more into the fashion than I was. I was often asked if she was my older sister. I loved my mum but we just didn't have a connection like my dad and I.
It was the day of the big move and as the large black and white furniture trucks took off, we followed right behind. I took one last look at our small, apartment sized house and smiled with excitement about what was awaiting us in Brooklyn. I had a good feeling about what was to come.
Brooklyn wasn't too far of a drive from New Jersey, so there wasn't that much change in weather or scenery. The only thing I noticed was it seemed a lot cleaner and there were a lot more buildings and people to observe. I couldn't wait to see our new house.
I was fast asleep in the back of our red Toyota when my mum spoke,
"Callie" She whispered, "Callie.."
I woke suddenly to see we were now pulling into a gravel covered drive-way.
"This is our home..." She smiled leaning over from the front seat.
I looked up to see a two story cream painted house with a brown, wood grain front door and large windows. Bright green grass covered tightly around the rather large house and rose bushes lined against the black fence that bordered around the house. The one thing that I immediately noticed was that we had neighbours! Our house in New Jersey was isolated and the only neighbours we came across were the occasional possums that would wake us during the night and ducks that would happily play in the small pond in our back garden.
I opened the car door and decided to take a better look from outside and after just a minute of admiring what was now ours, I ran to the front door, eager to see what the inside of the house looked like.
thanks a lot :) yeh.. i tend to write it simply then i go over it over and over adding more descriptive stuff etc to make it better.... thats what i did with my prologue. :)
thankyou for your honesty gina- i really do want the truth lol- i will try and improve on what u said! x x
and my story is called Still in Love with Me
i would just like to know if i should bother continuing. i understand some people have the gift to write.. and others just dont. im 18.
Prologue-
I continued running, stepping barefoot through the never ending forest of large pine trees as mud splashed onto my bare legs from the pouring rain. A thunderstorm was fast approaching. Panting heavily I finaly made way out into the open field of green grass and yellow daisies with the amazing Brooklyn mountains sitting so peacefully in the distance. My knees plodded to the ground where more mud splashed onto my white, expensive dress, but i was far from concerned. I then screamed as loud as I could looking up into, what was now, the night sky with rain now soaking my hair. I cried hysterically not even caring if anybody was around. My chest felt tight, there was a hole where my heart used to be and I just wanted to die....
"Why?!" I screamed, "Why me?!" It was pointless but I just hoped something, anything could hear me... that someone would just appear from behind me and tell me its all over.... anything would be better than this... even death. I layed in the rain staring up at the sky sobbing to myself and knowing i would have to face reality sooner than later.
Chapter One-
I was just eleven years old when my mother announced we were moving to New York. I was neither happy nor sad about the decision, as New Jersey didn't offer me much. I didn't have many friends, in fact, my family were my closest friends, my dad being number one. I spent most of my days struggling through school and when I had free time I would sit down and read. I could read all day if I was allowed. I had an imagination like no other. My parents would constantly have to snap me out of my day dreaming and would have to yell twice as loud when they called me to dinner because I was always burried deep into my books. I was only really happy when i was reading... and living my life through characters in books, as my life was quite dull and boring. Ballet was pretty much the only other way I could free my happiness. I had been taking classes since I was three and wanted to be a ballet teacher when I was older- I was set on that.
I was never told the exact reason why we were moving- my instincts told me it was because we just needed change. Nothing was really happening for us here. I think Mum was interested in going back to school and finishing her degree in nursing and Dad never had any problems finding a job- as everybody seemed to adore him just the way I did and he was a top buisness man, so moving wouldn't have too much of an effect on him. He was a special man.. funny, intriguing, as friendly as one could be, he was my hero. My brother, Steven, was a lot like him except much more irritating and not quite as smart- but god, did they look alike. Dark features, olive skin, perfectly straight teeth. I looked a lot like my mum- she was tall, slender with long, wavy brown hair. I was often asked if she was my older sister. I loved my mum but we just didn't have a conection like my dad and I.
haha. its nothing like twilight. not even close! theres nothing out of the ordinary in my story :) thanku for your honest opinion though :)
thankyou very much. im a little tired tonight so havnt really put much thought into the whole punctuation and grammar side of it- but will definitely read over and over my story until i have it as perfect as it can be :)
Samson: A weakness for women
Samson, the strongest man of his generation, was tragically unable to control his lust. When he saw an attractive woman, he wanted her. He first fell for a young woman, he saw in a Phillistine village just across the valley from his home. His parents tried to dissuade him, since her religion and culture were unacceptable, but he would not listen. Desire was his only rule. The marriage ended in a matter of days and resulted in dozens of deaths. Delilah was at least the third woman who was with Samson, according to Judges. She like his first love, was a Phillistine living near his home. Where thousands of men had failed to overcome Samson, a mere woman succeeded. Thanks to her, he was captured, blinded, and set to work pushing a grinding machine. His final triump was ironically fitting. Blind and bound, brought out like a display for a hooting crowd's amusement, he destroyed himself while wreaking vengeance on the crowd.
Needed a leader: When you think of what God meant Samson to be, his life appears particularly tragic. Israel desperately needed a strong, confident leader, for the phillistines were moving in as masters, judges, only Samson was announced by an angel before he was born (13:3). He was assigned to thatt special class of people known as Nazirites whose lives were specially devoted to God. Nazrites never drank wine,went near a dead body, or cut their haor.
Samson never lived up to his promise. Rule 3 was probably the only part of the Nazrite vow he kept it required little self-discipline to let hair grow.
Despite all of Samson' weaknesses, God used him. He is mentioned int eht bible "Hall of Fame" (Heb 11:32) as a hero of faith along with Gideon, Barak, and Jephthah, all from Judges. Barely conscious of what it meant to live for God, and given to fits of lust and tmeper, Samson still had great physical strength, which came supernaturally from God. With it, he pushed back the Phillistines more by accident than by intention-and kept Israel intact.
It is like I am traveling in a Spanish period of the Philippine history. My accounting professor was became my teacher in first year high school. We are studying the secrets of codes. That sounds like fun but strange for me. Then, after the class his physical feature changed into hideous feature so I hid under the table. And, I see he changed back to normal and talked to a strange guy. There is a secrecy between them like joining the revolution. Then, I went to the room, and I travel to the year '80 or year '90. I found out the periodicals that described the history of this strange guy who was announced as revolutionary hero.
Should I go to the Vans Warped Tour:
The Academy Is...
The Briggs
The Bronx
The Color Fred
The Devil Wears Prada
Every Time I Die
From First to Last
Gym Class Heroes
The Lordz
Norma Jean
Katy Perry
Pierce The Veil
Reel Big Fish
Relient K
Shwayze
Street Dogs
3Oh!3
We The Kings
and some other bands but they haven't been announced
Or should I go to the Mayhem Festival:
Main Stage
* Slipknot
* Disturbed
* Dragonforce
* Mastodon
Jagermeister Stage
* Sevendust
* Airbourne
* Five Finger Death Punch
* 36 Crazyfists
* Jagermister Battle of the Bands Winner
Third Stage
* Machine Head
* Black Tide
* Suicide Silence
* The Red Chord
* Walls of Jericho
So who the hell won? Was it Gym Class Heroes or Fallout Boy?
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