Lady Asphyxia

[size=1]Okay, thanks. Do you know where I can come across a key? I can't seem to find any, and I need it to get through a door.[/size]

[size=1]Actually, Carr, the first couple of lines were really quite good. I read them and thought, 'Wow, you could do something with that.' I started this piece after my mother and grandfather had a conversation about smell being attached to to memories. I decided to explore it a bit, but I never got the chance -- I was sidetracked by a new story. [center]_______[/center] [b]Memories[/b] If you step into the front room of 21 Jacaranda Drive, the first smell to assail your senses will be the familiar citrus tang of lemons, followed by the smell of pipe tobacco, and finally, of pillow mints. When you look around the room, you?ll notice that these smells are far from random wafts of wind. Mr. Carmichael had deliberately and effectively created these smells by quite simply littering the room with lemons, tobacco, and pillow mints. When Mrs. Wenton asked about this, Mr. Carmichael just shrugged. ?Memories? came the grunt. [/size]

[size=1]That's fine. I solved my problem anyway. In dungeon 5 [it didn't take long to get there, really. o.O;], are the rooms with the green skull imprint and the room with the 4 blocks and the seaweed [what is it? It's blue, but I don't have a better term] related somehow? I can't puzzle that part out.[/size]

[size=1]It's the curse of most writers -- the unfinished story in the back of your writing drawer. Usually a brilliant idea that just fades with time. It can be 2 paragraphs, it can be a thousand words -- but it just isn't a story. It doesn't have a plot. It isn't long enough. It's a random thought that you don't really want to pursue. Well, put those bits and pieces in here. It doesn't matter about the length. How many times have you thought 'Wow, that's a great phrase, I'll write a story to go with that', and then gotten stuck after the first two paragraphs? I want to see these 'Frankenstories' -- these bits and pieces. So dig up the piles of papers in your back drawers and show me your unfinished work -- and your powers of procrastination. [center]____________[/center] [b]Running[/b] Running. Always running. The earth pumps beneath my feat, the sound of soles hitting pavement like music to me. A war drum. My lungs are screaming in pain. And still I run. I run like hell. They can?t catch me. They can?t. Not now. Running used to be an escape for me. A way to get away from all the hassle. It?s still an escape, just of a different kind. An escape from death. The impostors are after me. I can?t slow down. They?re watching me. Always waiting. Always watching. Always trying to hit me when my guard is down. Always. So I?m running. Always Running. [/size]

[size=1]I've got it all figured out now, thanks a lot, guys. I really appreciate it. If I need any help, I'll just ask. ^.~ EDIT -- In the fourth Dungeon, there seems to be a key that I can't find. Can soemone help me? [/size]

[size=1]*also takes wild stab* 1. Visit Crazy Tracey at full capacity, and it'll cost 42 rupees. 2. Visit Crazy Tracey at half capacity, and it'll cost 28 ruppees.[/size]

[size=1]Personally, I prefer the Phoenix above the Dragon, because the Phoenix to me is...magestic, I suppose. However, my favorite mythological creature is the Selkie. A female Selkie can shed her skin and come ashore as a beautiful woman. When a man finds the skin, he can force the Selkie to be a good, if somewhat sad, wife. Should she ever recover the skin, she will immediately return to sea, leaving her husband behind. The male Selkies are responsible for storms and also for the sinking of ships, which is their way of avenging the hunting of seals. To me, it's like Manic with a mermaid. I love the sea, and the folklore behind selkies is just irresistable to me.[/size]

[size=1]Okay, thanks. That's actually a lot clearer to me, seeing as I'd realised Dungeon Four was in water. Now I just have to figure out how to swim. Wow, am I lost.[/size]

[size=1]*sigh* Okay. I figured it was something like that. Do you know where I have to go to get it?[/size]

[size=1]Okay. This is the first time I've played something other than Oracle of Ages, and Oracle of Seasons, and, quite frankly, I'm stumped. I've gotten the Pegasus Boots, and I'm currently in the 'follow the signs' maze. However, there's is one part where you seem to have to jump 5 holes. Is this possible? Or is there something else I have to do before that?[/size]

[size=1]Heh. That's fine. My mother does. Of course, I then turn around and remind her what she did that got her pregnant, and she's quietened. Anyway, good luck. Oh, and call me Rae -- it's easier to spell.[/size]

[size=1]Well, not just things that have affected your life, but little incidents and anecdotes that are fond things. They may have no effect on you what so ever. Some autobiographies are even odd thoughts that people have a random times. I suppose, the best thing to do is be creative. That's all a teacher can ask, after all. Of course, it wouldnt' hurt to have a good beginning. I remember one of my friends stories [written in 3rd person, from a mother's perspective] that described childbirth, so you could change that to something like: [i]It was thirty six hours, twelve minutes and two seconds from the time my mother went into labour and the time my mother gave birth to me. She's never let me forget how much of a burden I was -- how incredibly painful I was to bring into the world. Of course, she'll always remind me at just the right times; when I need to do my chores, for instance.[/i] Or something like that.[/size]

[size=1]Okay, so I jumped on the bandwagon. Big deal. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by ReTarr [/i] [B]I've noticed in many peoples sigs here at the OB that they are married to some other member. I just wondering if any of you who are married have actually met. When did you guys decide you wanted to get married?[/b][/quote] I decided that I wanted to get married when my first wife -- Ashy -- asked me. I said yes, and that was that. Mo performed the ceremony. Immediately after that, I married Mo, with Ashy being the minister. Then I married Dave [who had compalined that he wasn't married], Solo [who is a great friend], and finally Logan. I go to school with Dave, but other than that, I've never met any of them, though I'd like to. They're great friends, and I'm glad to have them. [quote][b]I was also wondering who are some of your favorite married couples...even though I've never talked to either of them I think that Syk3 and Mei are adorable together. :love: They just seem to burst with love for each other. [/B][/QUOTE] I don't know who I prefer. Probably Mei and Syk3. They are, after all, family.[/size]

[size=1]To me [who is currently married to five different people] it's a way of showing friendship. I don't see what's outlandish about that. It isn't as if there's something wrong with it. ...and this thread should probably be closed. I just thought I'd give you my view.[/size]

[size=1]I swear, this whole stereotype actually gets on my nerves. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Crimson Spider [/i] Then again, women are very understanding with these things, and are not so much afraid to hide their emotions, and express it in many ways.[/quote] You'd be surprized. There was a recent study done [I read it in the Bulletin] that showed that women were less likely to cry than men, especially in times of pain. In fact, it remarked, that women felt pain more highly, expressed it less, and the drugs they were given for pain were usually 'dainty drugs', rather than morphine and such. [quote]A funeral never effected me either. Most of the time, I'm thinking: [i]O.K. did he/she go to heaven... or not?[/i]. I don't see death as something to be feared. Chances are, your going to see that person again anyway, so whats the use crying about it?[/quote] The point of the funeral is to comfort the relatives, not the dead person. People may tell you that it's about celebrating life and so on, but when a person dies, the relatives need a way of letting go. That is what happens at a funeral. We cry at funerals because you just can't stop thinking about the person. You can't stop thinking about how just a while ago, they were smiling and laughing. And now, you'll never see their smile again. It hurts inside -- the best way to let that out is cry. [quote]The only time I ever cry is from severe anger. You see, when I get angry, my eyes burn, and it makes them water. [/quote] A lot of people cry from frustration. [quote]You see, if I don't cry when I am madly in anger, I feel rediculessly depressed all day. I believe get jacked around, causing me to be depressed and sad. I usually just silently let it all out when I'm in bed. I cry for about maybe half an hour, then I don't feel bad anymore. I feel just fine. I go to sleep, then forget about it.[/quote] That's what most people do. They cry to relieve emotion inside them -- if it wells up you you have to let it out, or you will break down in a big storm of crying. One of my friends has done that. [quote]You girls got it off easy. You aren't supposed to be strong, brave, and cold to emotion. [/QUOTE] See, this is what annoys me. Girls are taught from an early age [i]not[/i] to cry, or complain of pain, because someone will automatically reject it as 'being sissy' or as 'being a girl', or 'being weak'. We're taught that we have to be strong, brave, and cold to emotion -- and then people complain that we 'got it off easy'. While you may go through some pretty horrific things, have you ever been present at a childbirth -- seen the pain on their faces? Now, I have a high pain tolerance. I broke my ankle, and then walked on it. The doctor didn't even think it was broken. We had an x-ray 'just in case', and lo and behold, it was broken. I didn't think it was, and I hadn't cried. I cry often. Possible once a week or so. However, I have not cried in front of a person in years. I'm not going to say something like 'I haven't cried since I was 4' because I have. I cried at my father's funeral, I cried when my grandfather died, I cried when I graduated from primary. However, I honestly cannot remember crying in front of a person since then. Want to know why? Because I -- possibly because I'm a girl -- have come to realise that crying in public is noisy, messy, and unflattering to you, your manners, or the person that raised you. Now, whether or not it's because my [b]brother[/b] cries at the drop of a hat, or because I'm just a cold person in public, I don't know. But girls certainly don't have it easier than boys. Just because there's a stereotype doesn't mean it's correct. [QUOTE]I know they always say BOYS NEVER CRY , but I'm a girl and I never really cried emotionally. Yes I cried when I'm pain, like when I get hurt. But I Never ever cried at a movie, funeral, wedding, birth, anything. I may feel happy or sad but I never cried from saddness or joy. I don't know if I just don't want to cry or if I don't let myself cry. [/QUOTE] I think it may be because you restrain yourself emotionally. Some people do that automatically, some people do it consciously. And by the way, who are [b]they[/b]? How do [b]they[/b] know everything? Eh, what can I say? I'm raving on, and I don't think I'm really coherant. Which is understandable. I'm currently ill.[/size]

[size=1]Just as a side note, there are quite a few walkthroughs on the internet. The best one I've found so far belongs to Shdwrlm3 and AstroBlue. That can be found [url="http://www.zeldaguide.com/Oracle%20of%20Ages%20Full%20Walkthrough.htm"]here[/url]. [Sorry, Des, if that's against the rules.] That was, instead of having to post every time you need help, you can just check up there. Of course, you can always come to us. We're more than happy to help. ^.^ To fix the Tuni Nut, you first have to get to [and up] restoration wall. You may have seen it on your way to Symmetry City. It was the big green vine. Actually, you may not have seen it, you may have just seen the path. Ahh...I can't find my Zelda game at the moment, so I'll leave it to my brother to help you. [Sorry. I always feel really stupid using the walkthrough to help other people. I go through and do it to make sure I'm correct normally.] Honestly, this is so frustrating. I can remember in my mind the path, but not specifics. But be warned -- you have to do that same route again if you want to get the Noble Sword -- game and all! [Desbreko -- help?][/size]

[size=1]I'm tired. Always tired lately. Sleeplessness does that. But I'm okay, Promise. Promise on what? I suppose the sky. It stays there forever. Sort of like you. I'm hopeless. Always hopeless lately. Defeation does that. But I'm okay, Promise. Promise on what? I suppose our friendship. It's been long and hard. Sort of like defeat. Sort of like winning. I'm worried. Always worried lately. You do that. Tell me you're okay, Promise? Promise on what? I suppose my loyalty. It will stay with you. Whenever you need me. I'm scared. Always scared lately. Your 'jokes' do that. Don't hurt yourself, Promise? Promise on what? I guess my skin. I'll never hurt myself So you don't either. I'm lonely. Always lonely lately. But so are you. We'll be lonely together, Promise? We're silly. Always silly lately. But it's better silly, Than dead.[/size]

[size=1]Well, look at it from you mother's point of view. Your daughter mentions that she wants to change how her room looks so that she can do Tai-bo in it. You decide that, perhaps this is a hint that she wants her room to look different. And anyway, the room has been the same for a while so maybe it's time for a change. So you put a lot of work it trying to please your daughter. Now, you have two choices. First, you can tell your mother -- probably crush her pride in what she's done, and wound her emotionally, because of all the work she's done for [i]you[/i]. Don't expect her to do anything without you asking for a while after that. Or, you could say nothing and wait a few years. [I presume you're not in your 15-17 age range?] Just put up with it for a while, then say that since you're getting older, perhaps it's time you should go for a new look. Not only does it save your mother's pride and feelings, but it also shows [in your own private way] how much you respect her. However, it's your choice. If you can't stand the room for a few measley years, go ahead. You can always put posters up, or dress the room up with orange pillow cases or something. Just be nice if you [i]do[/i] end up asking her to change it. A lot of kids don't take into account that parents are people too, and the kids end up wounding the parents emotionally without even realising it.[/size]

[size=1][i]Originally posted by Emme888[/i][quote]In my sig there use to be a long paragraph about How I highly dislike Avril, I hate all POP!!! I took it out only cause I found this cool quote more enlighting and less offensive. But I can stand Michelle Branch for some reason, BUT I HIGHLY DISLIKE HILARY AND AVRIL!!![/quote] You know, you've said that twice now, and I think we were smart enough to get the picture the first time. Now, personally, don't like her music. Of course, there are four types of music to me -- the kind you hate automatically, and never like, the kind that grows on you, the kind you love but get sick of, and the kind that you'll love forever. And at the moment, I don't know if she's the first or second kind. I find her lyrics to be rather childishly put together. However, her show [i]is[/i] for children, and it goes to reason that kids will like her music. Lets face it, she may not be a good singer, but she certainly has a knack for knowing what is good for her career.[/size]

[size=1]Basically, a Lemon is smut, NC-17 content, also known as [i]graphic sex scenes.[/i] Really, people should try to stay away from writing those, because they're usually badly done. However, they are popular, and many writers face a struggle of opinion. Do they want to be popular, or do they want to write [i]clean[/i] stories? It can often be a hugely difficult question for someone who isn't sure of their talent and needs reassurance. Sadly, they often decide on the former and proceed to add to the already badly written lemons out there. Anyway, someone might have a story of a high rating, and it might have graphic sex scenes in it -- however, 'A lemon' is usually a story that has no plot other than smut. AKA, P-W-P, or Porn Without Plot. Lime refers to R rated fics. They usually have non-graphic sex scenes, and feature only mildly in the fic. They are often better written, but not as popular. How do I know this? No, I'm not a smut writer. My favorites page for fanfiction.net is set to any rating of any genre -- I believe in variety.[/size]

[size=1]Heh. The only reason I got it right is because those are the only games I've played! [Sorry I took so long, I forgot I answered.] In Oracle Of Ages, Level Two, the first cube puzzle you reach; how do you have to move it before the door will open?[/size]

[size=1]For some reason, Mossies really seem to like biting me. When I was younger, I [foolishly] scratched them. In the end, I had huge bites, [think 2, maybe 3 centimetres diametre] but they were fixed when Mum's friend put something on them. Possibly metho. Of course, I was young at the time, so I could be compeltely wrong.[/size]

[size=1]I myself have no preference. There are periods where I'd rather be alone, and others where I'd prefer to be with friends. It all depends on my mood at the time. And my friends respect that. If I walk off, they'll leave me alone, or send one person after me to make sure I'm all right. If I'd prefer lots of people, they'll do that too. ^_^ It's great to have friends.[/size]

[size=1]Well, you know I'm not the best drawer, especially seeing as I only have MS Paint. However, I [i]did[/i] do this, because it's Ken's birthday today [August 10th] and Tony's birthday yesterday [August 9th.] and they deserve birthday presents...they are after all, my mother and father. [For more details, see my signature.] So here is the drawing I did...even if it isn't very good. [img]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?s=&postid=459744[/img][/size]

[size=1][b]There's no title to this one, and please bear with me for the weirdness. The only Sci-fi I've read is Liamc2's Eden, but one of my friends said this classified. Oh, and this isn't nearly as long as Braidless Baka's, sorry.[/b] I stepped into the building, and adjusted my business suit. It was, after all, necessary to make a good impression, and when one was applying for a job such as this. And it was the job of a lifetime. The chance to travel all over the world, the ability to make money by doing what I do naturally ? manipulate. Of course, I had to get the job first, but what did that matter? I was bound to get it. After all, no one had a mind like mine. No one could alter the truth like I could. All I needed to do was prove it. Not that that was hard. I?d never admit it openly, but I knew that my gender was working [i]for me[/i], not against. I smiled at the secretary, silently asking for assistance. ?Are you here for the application?? The rather good-looking secretary asked. At my affirmative reply, the secretary pointed towards the couch. ?Please wait there.? I nodded and watched as the secretary walked over to get a cup of coffee, vaguely registering the fact that the individual was almost 6 months pregnant. The secretary walked back with coffee in hand. I stood and took it, careful not to get my suit stained. You never could tell with these pregnant ones. One of my friends had joked that they had extremely shaky hands. Not that my friend was complaining, of course. But this interview was extremely important, and I couldn?t have some pregnant blonde bimbo messing it up for me by spilling coffee on my suit. ?So what?s your name?? I asked, giving my best slow smile. The blonde grinned at me, showing nice, straight teeth. ?Charlie.? ?Nice name.? There was a buzzing of the intercom, and Charlie moved over to answer it. ?Please, go right in.? I walked through the room, looking at the pictures and recognizing them for what they were. Beauty. Grassy hills and such. Actually, I was quite impatient about beauty sometimes, but in this form it was almost magical. Grinning, I shook myself away from my whimsical thoughts. Those were for the pregnant blondes like the ones outside the office. The interviewer was quite ordinary. She sat in a polished mahogany desk, her hair tied neatly back, wearing a high-powered business suit. She had great rings around her eyes, and looked as if all she wanted to do was go to bed and sleep for a thousand years. But then, most high-powered business suit people were like that. That or they were manic. When she had the resume, she asked, ?So tell me, what do you think would make you good for the job?? I sat straighter in my chair. ?I believe that I would be good for this company. I do not indulge in office affairs, I work productively, and, as several of my past employers have stated, I have the energy to work all day and into the night.? Yes, that?s right. I was a manic business suit person. ?And what are your ambitions in life?? She smiled encouragingly, and I knew straight away that we had what I dubbed a ?gender affinity?. She would choose me over a male with the same qualifications any day. We continued on for a while, with her asking questions like ?What have you achieved?? and ?What are your qualifications??. I answered perfectly ? every aspect covered. She would certainly bring me to her bosses, and the gender affinity would play a huge role in my getting the job. Not that I was certain to do so. Of course, my well placed, ?And I won?t be leaving my job to get married and have kids? certainly helped the matter. As I left the office, I saw Charlie again, bending over the copy machine. I grinned at the huge lump in his stomach, then walked over and asked him what he was going to call the new child. He looked surprised for a minute, and then answered that, if it was a girl, he and his partner were going to name her ?Aimee?, after his grandmother. If it was a boy, they?d name him ?Thom?, after his adoptive father. I grinned as I left the building. Trust a male to be so sentimental. [/size]