HEROISM

Name: Spazel Acrotand

Nick: Drive

Specie: Hybrid Elemen

Gender: Male

Age: Early 20's

Home: Elemania (Barren Plains region)
Alignment: "I'm not really aligned with anyone really; sometimes I work with TEM on stuff."

Trade: Magical Engineering

Lifestyle: Comfortable but not luxurious.

Appearance: Quite a bit shorter than a "typical" hybrid. Has a pretty long tail that can actually support him as well as his feet.

Clothing style: Generally just a plain, brown cloak and hat.

Most fitting archetypes: Mentor / Shapeshifter

General Attitude: Fairly serious fellow. Doesn't take kindly to hot-headed personalities. Very analytical.

Sociability: He likes to talk to people, and he'll usually have interesting things to talk about. Doesn't have bad manners, but isn't much of a gentleman either.

Mannerisms: Doesn't smile much. Usually he'll have the same mellow, somewhat bored expression. You can tell his mood from his tone of voice more than anything else.
Strongest desire: Just a peaceful life, mostly. Perhaps a bit of recognition.

Greatest fear: Death.

Most valuable possession: "Not too worried about what I own, so long as I can make stuff. I'm kind of fond of my hat, though."
How he/she feels about love: "Someone to love would be nice, I suppose. But it sounds like more trouble than it's worth, honestly."
Philosophy on life: "Don't let others live your life for you."

Some stuff he said:

• "Hah! Some things are worse off fixed than they are broken, kid! Realizing that, it's just as much a part of being an engineer as anything else."
• "I don't think you're really the good-guys if you don't actually care about anyone but your own little group. You might be benefiting some people inadvertently, but there's no virtue in you."

Adaptation!

This adaptation is going to make you say "HECK YES" alright let's do it

(shhhhhh scripts are okay right, I like scripts more anyway)

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{atop a hill, colonel prescott along with three minutemen (sam, doug, and josh) are exposed and vulnerable and will certainly become victim to the approaching british army if they don't do something fast!!}

COLONEL PRESCOTT: Good heavens, my lads!! That's really the end of our ammunition? What's wrong with you?!

MINUTEMAN SAM: sir I don't think there's anything wrong with us and I don't think we have any time to waste arguing over it either

COLONEL PRESCOTT: Well said, well said. Alrrrrrrrright then I guess we're going to need to figure out a super-clever and STYLISH way to trump those RED COAT SCUM before they overtake us entirely!!

MINUTEMAN JOSH: okay but we better make it quick

{suddenly the british fire a nasty shot that lands a hit right on minuteman josh!!}

MINUTEMAN JOSH: ggghkgrhk, so much bleeding.

{minuteman josh falls to the ground, either unconscious or dead, I'm not even sure.}

MINUTEMAN DOUG: oh this is not looking good for us

MINUTEMAN SAM: dang, and there's so many of them too, another soldier down is the last thing we need, eh

COLONEL PRESCOTT: Come now, men! It's not so bad!! We have LIBERTY and INDEPENDENCE on the line and we cannot afford to let our countrymen down!!

MINUTEMAN DOUG: okay

{suddenly a multitude of shots go whizzing by. after a couple close calls, minuteman doug does fall.}

MINUTEMAN SAM: oh dear, this is an equally devastating loss

MINUTEMAN DOUG: oh no worries, I just sort of lost my footing, I am completely unscathed

MINUTEMAN SAM: doug you had me so worried, how could you ?!

{minuteman sam promptly kicks minuteman doug in the face, who in turn falls over unconscious}

MINUTEMAN SAM: oops, this was not the intended outcome

COLONEL PRESCOTT: I ASK YOU AGAIN, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

MINUTEMAN SAM: I am sorry, this is all my fault

COLONEL PRESCOTT: NO TIME FOR THAT, GO GET SOME MORE MEN UP HERE OR WE'RE BOTH DONE FOR

MINUTEMAN SAM: sir we are entirely out of men

COLONEL PRESCOTT: Dang it, I don't want problems, soldier, I want solutions!!

{a cannonball whizzes past and misses the two remaining rebels entirely.}

MINUTEMAN SAM: hmm, they must not be able to aim very well from down there, they're kind of wasting their ammo, aren't they

COLONEL PRESCOTT: THAT'S IT, SOLDIER

MINUTEMAN SAM: what I don't even

COLONEL PRESCOTT: THE ONLY WAY WE CAN TROUNCE THESE KIDS IS IF WE STEER CLEAR OF ALL THEIR SHOTS UNTIL THEY COME CLOSER

MINUTEMAN SAM: well, yeah, I suppose that's one thing we can do to conserve ammo, but do you really think we can dodge them forever

COLONEL PRESCOTT: ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT

MINUTEMAN SAM: I am not liking this plan very much at all but

COLONEL PRESCOTT: DON'T FIRE 'TIL YOU SEE THE WHITES OF THEIR EYES!!

MINUTEMAN SAM: okay then

{regrettably, the catchy strategy was not enough and they were trounced by the british.}

{but they were remembered in history!!}

Story Song

I tell ya, no tale's quite so full of glory as the Americans' cracked up version of their revolution. Well, ah, who am I to know just how much they stretched the truth. Anywhat, it's a nice little story.

And what better to jazz up a story like that further than to turn it into a crazy children's song! Heck yeah, I'm talking about Schoolhouse Rock, fellas. Let's run with it!!

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"Shot Heard 'Round the World"
from Schoolhouse Rock
(written and performed by Bob Dorough)
Lyrics here !!!


Plot!!

• The Glorious American Revolutionary War. The Americans and the British are in lovely combat and the song goes on and elicits the details of some of them!

Characters!!

• British
• Cornwallis
• Revolutionaries (Minute men)
• Paul Revere
• General Washington
• Colonel Prescott
• France and Spain??

Conflict!!

• Why, the lovely fighting that's going on between the british soldiers and the revolutionaries, of course!

Theme!!

• Independence
• Patriotism

Setting!!

• British Colonial America
• Old North Bridge
• Bunker Hill
• Delaware
• Valley Forge
• Yorktown

Six word memoooooirs

Now, does anybody actually read through every baby tidbit of text that falls into making this kind of a blog? Heck no! Not a chance, lads! At least, I certainly don't. But maybe there'll be a right better chance if it's actually short enough to read through. Worth'a shot, anyhow. So read away, kapeesh?

(Nah I kid, I read through your stuff, I do.)

((Eh, usually anyway.))

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In no particular order BUT STILL IN REVERSE ORDER!!

10; plain sight was never so obvious!

9; sorrow fights much harder than joy.

8; when in doubt, abuse your power!

7; don't fall without causing a crater!

6; unfortunately, with water comes pond scum.

5; careful, lads. this garden ain't eden.

4; elevators like these only go down.

3; hardly a boat unless it floats.

2; many good ideas die when executed.

1; oops this isn't enough words

Grand Theft Poetry!

okay I stole some lines and then I unstole said lines to make something useful

(this one has no relation to the character of omatav, regrettably)

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Gentlemen, we've all proven ourselves

We stand our ground stalwart

On a bloodstained minefield that has never been safe;

When does it explode?

Kill them.

a Mass extinction to be inflicted on my own kin;

The fowl of the air alone carry my secrets.

At night, as the skies wash out the light,

I plead to the stars

that no soul will realize:

that I'm protecting the rest of humankind

Tears stained red,

Blood stained cold,

Words stained with silence,

the silence that crushes the strongest man

and makes him weep

Privileged to command with authority and grace.

but...

what would you have me do?

Speak what you will. Likewise, will I.

Perhaps we will see, yet, who is truly more free.

Freedom weighted against consciousness

Fame against sincerity

Children haunt the minefield on which we are planted

They inflict fear enough to cause one to fall;

The fall drowned in the endless expanse

But proclaimed in its own way nonetheless.

Otherwise, will it end?

An acceptable poem

(this may need more work)


"Closed walls"
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Steel reflecting steel
no luster permeating the
lucid and unstable
shells
...that cradle the spinelessness of our trailing existences.

A spark of oneself scrambling
to
exist in plain sight
...but it was already buried and sealed
away.

Acceptance can be forged;
merit and prowess are not carried
and drop themselves thoughtlessly,
if direction should
be thrown.

No blank can harbour ingenuity
Given nothing present;
therein, nothing can
...sigh
nothing can
...recoil
nothing can
...flow
nothing is
...frail
it's no
...concern of mine

Care can be cold blooded
and frivolous

It's dead but it happens.

Very Bad Poetry

(okay out of character, I have no idea how to explain this one, so we may regard it to be completely unrelated to Omatav and his wacky adventures that don't seem to have actually happened yet. ooooooooooooooooop.)

THERE IS BAD POETRY AND THEN THERE IS VERY BAD POETRY

I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO!!! !

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Today my very best best friend
whose name, you know, was ryan

Was moving away, but I forgot where,
but anyway I wanted to do some good-bye-in'.

And lo; I saw the poor soul off,
and hoped his journey well.

His sweater was green, a greenish green,
Kind of like a cup of jell-

o. He smilled and bellowed, "I love you, friend!"
And tears warbled down his cheeks,

I knew, I wouldn't see him ever again
at least, not for some weeks.

It was looking very rather
bleak.







*cries*