Posts by LinkN64

I know some HTML from board codes and I know Javascript from my game. Hard stuff still... >.<

Quote from Wild Cucco

They're not children... they're fetuses... if the parents don't really want them I don't see why they can't be used for a good cause... Millions upon millions of people will thank these fetuses for the research they provided...

It may be wrong. It may be immoral. If I was a pregnant woman that didn't want her baby, I'm not saying I would get an abortion, but in the end it should be the choice of the mother.

Oh, and if you were hoping to freak me out it worked for about two seconds until I came to my senses again. I already knew that was the fate... Despite how gross it is...

You could think of it as a fetus, but if you let 'it' live around 13 years then it'll be pretty f*cking grateful you did adoption. I know I was.

I HATE ALL OF NINTENDO! GRRR

Planeshift, free 3D MMO that's in beta stages and stuff... I play it a bit and it's where Erotate Fenkin originated from. Windows, Mac, and Linux

http://planeshift.it

And... Battlefield 1942, need a disc, Mac, Linux, and Windows (you can't track people on there so I don't need to say my name, really )

Used to play Star Wars Jedi Academy but then quit... it's not really addicting but it's fun while it lasts.

Medal of Honor Spearhead Demo (boring but it's free)

Medal of Honor Brealthrough Demo (boring but it's free )

Call of Duty 1 & 2 demos (just thought I'd say that... it's not even online haha)

And umm... Battlefield 1942 Road to Rome and Desert Combat, Battlegroup42 (no servers on it as of now and those are all the same as Battlefield 1942, just mods)

Hm... used to play runescape but it bore me to death

The worst game I've ever played? This one internet zombie text-based game. I actually only played it for a second until I found out it was text-based.

oh DO YOU NOW?!

WELCOME TO DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Linkeh

Shwii Code:

6892 4181 7236 2334

-Linkeh hast spooken flooken

Me and a Co-Admin from TT saw it with his sister, told him to call me and go with them so she wouldn't look bad. Pretty good movie though, even though the robot names are.... 'unique'.

-Linkeh

Whenever someone says 'jack off' I think they're saying my name.

-Linkie

Mhm. Once a kid who has a PS3 played Zelda with my Wii!(puns intended n_n ) He played it for 2 minutes and said it 'hurt his eyes because the graphics were so bad'. He didn't even play the game!! I guess for PS3 owners, graphics ARE everything. Why else would you buy it?

-Linkeh

Welcome and Hello there. I am the post-ghost who barely posts! Do not become like me.

LINKIE HAS SPOKEN!

I was re-searching my precious archives and found this: a story I began and never finished. It never got too good, but I think I'm gonna continue it. (And Shrukeshruke, that might mean some double posting so if it's not okay, give me a ring. Or that weird Doo DAAA thing on MSN.

The Modern Rebel
written by Jack 'Link' Friendt (combined all three names there, see. hehehe...)

It was cold. Late at night. The room was pitch black. He heard the crashing sound of a rock going through a window. He turned around swiftly, surprised. There was a man behind him, holding a dagger. The man ran towards the poor creature, and pinned him on the ground. The attacker had him stuggling on the ground, and brought his hand down. The victim felt a sharp pain in his chest, then felt a wet feeling beginning to rise. Blood was spurting crazily out of his chest. He was slowly starting to die, and the last thing he saw was the murderer jumping out the window, making his escape.

The next morning, Dimitri Rose was startled. He awoke to the sound of bells and sirens outside of his house. Policemen came up to his room, heavily armed. "There's no way to escape!" they yelled at him. He had no clue what they were talking about, but the took him into custody. He had trial right away.

They entered the courtroom, and Dimitri felt a sheer freezing sensatino as the audience and jury gave him the coldest stare he'd ever endured.

The date was November 3, 1756. This is the story of Dimitri Rose, and his adventures in life.

"And we now begin the murder of Samuel Fregria. Against the defendent, Dimitri Rose," the judge said. Dimitri had no clue what was going on. He had just gotten out of college. It certainly didn't look like it; he wasn't short, but was not tall by any means.
"Dimitri Rose, you are accused of the murder of Samuel Fregria. How do you plead?" the judge asked.
Dimitri started the sweat. "Who is Samuel Fregria-"
"Answer the question!" the judge yelled.
"Not guilty I suppose," Dimitri replied. "All right. May the first witness please come ot the stand!" No one came. No one knew Samuel Fregria; he was an old man who lived by himself in a farm-house. "This isn't good. He hadn't much of a record legally," the judge said. "We cannot prove if the defendant is guilty or innocent, so we shall place him in prison until further notice!"

Dimitri sighed, "Dammit! I have done nothing!" After awhile, Dimitri didn't care about them anymore. It may not have been proven whether he had been the murderer or not, but the press decided otherwise. Dimitri was soon the most hated person in the world, a horrible terrorist. Dimitri had escaped the next day, and went into hiding. The real murderer was on the loose, and killed many, many people.
On the run, Dimitri learned how to fight because of countless times escaping the police.
One day, he came upon a secret place no one had ever discovered, and no one ever did again. It was a cave with a giant crystal, which looked very mystical. He looked deep into it, and saw something white approaching from it. It looked far off, and then started to come close! It was a spirit of some sort. It was in a wedding gown, all dirty and ripped throughout. It was worn by a skeletal type thing. It started to come closer, until their faces were about one inch from each other. Dimitri, paralyzed by fear, tried to run away. But some kind of force was holding him there. The ghost silently screamed, so only he could hear it. It didn't even open it's mouth...it was coming from nowhere. Then he looked back and saw he was being pulled into the crystal!

Dimitri was knocked out. Then he awoke to see himself in an endless world, and he was simply floating over it. Every thing was black, with small fragments of the crystal floating around him.
He started to be pushed out, and came out of it alive. Everything looked to be the same. He came out from the forest, and went into where his city used to be. Then he saw huge buildings, giant smiling men, and millions of people just walking around. He hid behind a building and looked around, thinking of what to do.

So Dimitri walked out on the street to see what was happening. An old man walked by him and his eyes widened. He slowly walked past, and Dimitri wondered where, and when, he was. He looked into a nearby shop and saw the date. February 17, 2006. A younger person, a scholar, saw him and a riot began. The police came and then Dimitri started to feel the same way he did in the courtroom. He ran for his life and used all of his energy. He kept rushing throughout the city recklessly. As he went into a more urban area, an arm came out of a door and hit his neck, crashing him to the ground. Out cold, the arm pulled him into the house.
Dimitri slowly opened his eyes. He saw an old man with a grin on his face. "Ha! So you're finally awake, I see," he said. "Where am I?" Dimitri said, just realizing he hadn't talked in a long time, though it felt like much longer. "Why, you're in the Manhartmey District. Welcome to the 21st century," he replied, laughing. "The WHAT?! How is that-" Dimtri started. "No need to worry. I'll tell you all about it...it's what I specialize in," the old man replied. Dimitri sighed, "I guess this is the safest place from those police. Tell away." "All right. First of all, I am Dr. Uharin. I specialize in the mind...and in my past, I have studied, well, the past! You are a killer. Or, who everyone thinks is a killer. I've studied the evidence and came to a conclusion that you are innocent. I recognize your face...you haven't aged a bit," the old man informed him. "How do you know how I looked like if this was...so long ago?" Dimitri asked. "I have my ways," Dr. Uharin said.

"So what do you suggest I do, Doc?" Dimitri asked. "Until your name is cleared, everyone will fear you as a ghostly criminal. If you or I can find any proof that you are not a serial killer, the people will only fear you as a ghost. There's no Casper here, hehehe..." Dr. Uharin said. "Casper?" Dimitri asked. "Forget it. I have a plan to clear your name. Put this on and follow me." the old man said with a chuckle.

I pretty much bumped my head and thought of this one day - it's all jumpy and stuff right now but I'll add to it later.

-Linkeh n_n

Wrote a couple songs in my day... one of them was recorded. Gotta love it. Here they are, though the melodies are kinda unusual so it might as well bea poem, huh.

This one is making fun of a letter that a friend of mine found on ZU about 'reforming your goth child'. Yeah, I'm catholic and all that... interesting stuff. ^_^

St. Mary's Church

St. Mary's Church,
you tell me that I'm goth

All because I love the stuff
that you make racial slurs about and

-
I wear rock 'n' roll t-shirts
MR
and I use the internet

MR
I watch cable on TV
A A A A
and take my dog Bailey to the vet

MR
Don't get me wrong, now, man
MR
I love God, no matter what they say

MR
it may be a bit confusing
A A A A
but modern prophets want it that way!

-

MR
I love that old time rock and roll
MR
black, white, yellow, red don't matter to me

MR
they say that Buddhism is satanic

A A A A
even Hinduism's pretty cool

Just because it's not 'christian'

doesn't mean it can't be!

-

I wear rock 'n' roll t-shirts
MR
and I use the internet

MR
I watch cable on TV
A A A A
and take my dog Bailey to the vet

MR
Don't get me wrong, now, man
MR
I love God, no matter what they say

MR
it may be a bit confusing
A A A A
but modern prophets want it that way!

-

MR
Just because I'm bored, I'm not goth
MR
my lack of sleep is coincidental!

MR

If I want to be alone,
MR
I probably want to read

it's kinda hard to do in public
with people smoking their weed!

(fade)

(beginning again)

Now you know-o my story
And how I love all so yeah

You understand that some people are
Ignorant all walks of life

fades out
(end)

Mallory What's-Her-Face

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HEY!!! [unpalm] [drums break loose]

MallorY What's-Her-FACE
She's all over, where's her place
MallorY What's-Her-FACE
OH LOOK a lamb, will she give chase?
MallorY What's-Her-FACE

little lamb I give you a fright,
but you're gonna be in my stew tonight!!

[fill]

MallorY What's-Her-FACE
Oh how I wish I knew you
MallorY What's-Her-FACE
Who put all those needles through you?!

[music stops, all yell:]

A DRUG ADDICT WITH A BRAIN-OF-GLUE!

[music returns, drummer and guitarist sing title in back-ground]

coolio Joe came to tha rescue(Joe: this isn't sarcasm either by tha way)

In the chariot of the-color-of-you

And they lived haaaaaaaaaaapilyyyyyyyyy ever after
(or did they)

(raise the volume!!!)
MallorY What's-Her-FACE
She's all over, where's her place
MallorY What's-Her-FACE
OH LOOK a lamb, will she give chase?
MallorY What's-Her-FACE

MAL-
LOR-
Y!!

[all chanting: MallorY What's-Her-FACE]

F F F F F F F F
C C B B B(flat) B(flat) A A
F F F F F F F F

[guitar solo, then drums]

[outro]

(stop)
GLOOM!
(feedback)
(end)

Destaeno
Call it luck, fate, or even destiny
All the things that were brought to me
Maybe a plan or scheme or flatout CHI!
Whatever it is, it's pretty sweet to me!!

First of all, there's Joseph above
Now gloomy days are really his love
Some sort of link just gave it a shove,
and that link was-!

And then the day came with sunshine and fun
A guy with drugs and a barrel and a gun
He scarred us good but never won
Bring it again, cuz the family's back in town! (pronounced 'ton')

It was the Destaeno!
Was it Destiny?
It is the destaeno
I'm sure it's meant for me!
It'll be the Destaeno!
Because love wins every time

If time was changed just a little bit,
Man, I'd be like 'This is a bunch of Smit!'

Love would die, I would cry,
and we'd all be(all be)dead in(dead in)side!

Then came Paul on his big ol' horse
He helped us build the vict'ry force

Along came Logan and the swordsman,
They both rock, like John and Jackie Chan!

All along there was Lord Lemon,
he walked us through to be Jamacian Man!

It's a frog!!

-chorus-
-outro-
end

Mood Swing
Genre: Swing/Rock

You've caught me
in the middle of a moodswing

From mad to sad
to happy
Ain't life grande?

Well it's gotta be enough
to move me!
_________________________
What's with the loud music?!
It hurts my brain

my lungs are cringing,
my ears in pain

Make it go away,
I wanna rest!

to other's fun,
I do detest.

Crabby people like to yell at me,
And that's just not my cup o' tea.
__________________________
No matter the events
going on in your life

YOU can make em better
Just ask local wise man... *high voice* Mr.... Clark.... [<inside joke]

_____________________________________
I don't even need
to CARE anymore!

I wanna take your head
and BASH THE FLOOR

You're acting older than you are
and calling me a fag

to the Brody bunch...
eat the

Rebel's Flag! GOTTA COOL OFF, WHY AM I SO MAD?!
SO MANY QUESTIONS it hurts my head.
_________________________________

Try to stay optimistic
at all times
It'll make life easier
than making rhymes

_________________________________
Hey look at this, friend,
Life's all right

Don't be angry,
Just take flight.

to all emos,
fly a kite...

When you're nuetral, you're no fun!!
See me run from a hot dog bun!!!
____________________________

Never be boring,
Never be bland.

And never let a jock
Stick your head in the sand!

________________________
Flippy the Fish, aw man he's dead
Just like my ant, hi name was Fred

Tip your hats like men of coal,
And just God bless his little soul!!

to animal freaks,
don't kill my mole

When people are always sad and alone,
They're head will start to grey and drone
___________________________________
Constantly conquer fears
no matter what they be.
One more thing to do,
Hey you, just run, be free!
___________________________________
WAHOO! The song was a success!!
Funny, I pictured a fiery mess.
Have a good day all,
enjoy a flight

to all those listening...

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!
-------------------------------
-Me

Searching for What

I've walked
this road
too far

I've searched
for you
too long

but I don't even know
what I'm searching for
-------------------------
^chorus

I've been searching for
what seems a thousand years

I've searched the skies and the seas
but I don't even know
what I'm searching for

CHORUS

I've left for the journey

it seems like it's been
an eternity

My hearts been set
on searching for what

CHORUS

Before I left they said
'Please don't go'

They asked what I
was going for

I said I do not know

CHORUS

That day my heart and soul were set
on searching for who knows what

CHORUS

I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I guess it does teach you one thing
that even if you never find it,
it keeps you going to the end

fades out with chorus

End

Half in Too

Where were you?
I was there
and you were too

I'm lost in my
subconcious reality
I'm split in two
like a shoe or you

Flying new in thoughts askew

For those who care,
I'm in too
chorus^

Half-n-Half
Dark and Black
Take Me Down
And Put me Back

Severed in half
Pulled in two
Sew me back
and put me through

CHORUS

Take your share,
put 'er there,
cuz I'm half in too

(guitar solo)

I'm half in too....

You.

End

Paranormal Speed Limit

I was a man with one arm, yeah!

I said Kraven,
don't take the pain no more

And then Kraven said Let's Go!

Kraven blared John are you okay?

John then yelled YEAH LET'S GO!

And then the green man with the pointy hat said
You're out of control!

And then the big light from above said
Watch out, you're in a paranormal speed limit!

And then I flew so high (oh so high)
And then I went faster and Faster and FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER AND
SLoWer... and slower... and slower...
and then I went back to my normal pace

Then my limit of creation said You're on a race!

chorus

solos

I used to have one arm and now I have none

My red precious steed is gone, and so is my paranormal speed limit

End

Phenda

You Just Broke

My Phenda Benda

I just rocked out
and I seek some satisfaction

You've rocked out
on they're sweet guitars

and turned up your prettiful amps

but have oyu rocked as hard
as Gawd Above
and made the zombies live?!

It's Fender!
(the music gods)
It's Fender!
(they phreak out phrauds)
It's Fender!
(you better listen to me!)

It's Fender,
yeah,
It's Fender
(repeat a bunch, and end)

End

My Battle With the Devil

No guns,
no swords

Just my mental bliss

I hate to say it
But you strike and I miss

The whole world is against me
Only a few have grown
but
My battle with the devil's gonna
keep
you
down

The big guy and me
are running around
fighting the devil for mental ground
yeah, and
it's a battle well fought
when you are being fought against?!

Rip out my mind
and the rapper's heart

because only those who believe
can be a part

Solo

Chorus
Bridge

end

3 RELIGION REFERENCES?! I think I tricked myself when writing some of this stuff...

-Linkie

P.S. These are some of my days a week or two after Mallory What's-Her-Face, when, for some reason, I wrote really corny/emo stuff. Dunno why. Here it is, a 9-minute-song and a 1-minute-one

Stick It To Em

The feeling
of one's faithfulness

Is tested
by a ruthless mess

and it is Your Job
to clean it up

cause no one else is there for you on this day!

You see pandas
You see a Mendaz!
You look around to
Find someone near you

And they don't know what they are
They've stolen someone's car |and they|

look at you
like you're a fool
to be standin around at this time

you stare on back
to see his woolen stack
of memories lost |you're a fool|

to think
that your life is pink
cause not everything's perfect a- ROUND

[break into the song]

The feeling
of one's faithfulness

Is tested
by a ruthless mess

and it is Your Job
to clean it up

you now feel
like you've gone all bad

you feel
like you're always sad

you want to sprucen up
but SOMETHING inSIDE you is SAYIN "nup!"

The feeling
of one's faithfulness

Is tested
by a ruthless mess

and it is Your Job
to clean it up

|yeah!| The feeling
of one's faithfulness

Is tested
by a ruthless mess

and it is Your Job
to clean it up

You're sitting
in the clutches

of the one thing you standin' up Against

you WANT to
go and kick some
li-i-i-i-ittle red brie-e-e-e-e-ick

you get your rear
handed to you, here

|and you| want some revenge

YOU GOT TO

Go and!
Stick It To Them!
you got to Go And!
freakin glue them!!
you got to GO AND
Stick It To Them!!

you gotta make them stop their act
but you gotta realize you can't
DO IT WITH A PACT

YOU GOT TO

Go and!
Stick it to them!
You got to Go And!
Freakin Subdue Them!!
you got to GO AND!!!
STICK IT TO THEM NOW!

[guitar solo]

The feeling
of one's faithfulness

Is tested
by a ruthless mess

and it is Your Job
to clean it up

you've just been lured and
trapped and cured and
broken of your, perfect ways

you have been broken
can you control, then?
if ya don't have balance
you'll have malevolence

You got to stand up now
For yourself, plow
if you don't have the courage
then maybe you should

Go and!
Stick It To Them!
you got to Go And!
Freakin Condemn Them!
you got to go and
Stick it to them!

YOU GOT TO

Stick it to em
Stick it to em
stick it to em
stick it
stick it
stick it
stick it

YEAH!!!!!!

[drums solo]

you got to

Go And!
Stick!
It!
To!
Them!
Noooooooooooooooooooooow!!!!!!!!!!

YOU GOTTA!!!!!!

fight back
with your lonely sack
come on now
show some dignity
I'm givin you a vow
that "I WON'T GIVE A CRAP
When the enemy makes me a sap
I'll just go and

Stick it to them!!

Stick it to them!

I'm gonna stick it to them now!!!!

Take it!

[outro]
The End.

I Just Wanna Be a Loser

I just wanna be a loser
I really don't give a crap
I just wanna be a baby
You can call me what you want

I don't want to try hard
To get respect from a lard
And if you think it'll hurt my feelings,
Churn my dreelings,
Cut my creelings,
you got another thing comin'!

You know what?
I just wanna be a loser, if that's what it takes.
I just wanna be a loser, if that's what it makes!
I just wanna be a loser, so go dig a few lakes
Cause I really don't care

[solo]

Go take a look at your twisted mind
I'll help you out, just get in line
Don't worry at all, don't gotta be kind
Cause deep down, buddy, you're a hopeless cause!

And you know what?
I just wanna be a loser, if that's what it takes.
I just wanna be a loser, if that's what it makes!
I just wanna be a loser, so go dig a few lakes
Cause I really don't care

[outro]

Hardest question ever. n_n Changes every week, really... right now it's Old Time Rock and Roll by Bob Segar (or Seger). It's catchy

-Linkie

I wrote this for my English class and I had a 6 page limit (double spaced) because it was close to the end of the year and it'd be too hard to correct them otherwise... which I only knew when I was a bit into it, so mid-story it gets a little rushed.

Anyway, I thought I might as well show you guys. Based on a hippie in Vietnam.

The Bloody Cross

Gas came through the trees. The soldiers have been committing herbicide since 1961. And it?s just my luck, I happen to be an ?herb?. That?s right. A plant. A tree. But how do I talk? Well some of me was used to make paper. And this appeared on what was made. I can tell this even after I die, and whatever parts of me are taken, I can see through them, too.
Anyway, North Vietnam was attacking itself against communism since the 1950s. This is a forest outside of Ban Me Thuot in the middle of Vietnam, and it?s very thick and humid with all this-
"Gunther!! I need ammo!!!" yelled a soldier leaned up against me, with a shaved brown beard and green eyes wide as marbles. "Gunther...? GAH! MEDIC!!!" he screamed. There was a man lying in the forest with a spout of blood coming out of his chest. A medic came under cover. He pressed his hand down on the man's hole of blood.
"Go get a bandage!!" he yelled. Robert got one out of the man's medpack. It was put on Gunther. "It's too late!" yelled the medic.
"It's never too la-"
"GRENADE!!" yelled a private. Robert jumped out of the way. The other two were blown to bits.
"Damn..." Robert grunted at the lost hope of the poor men. He twisted back over to that spot and put the medic's medpack in his pouch.
Bullets were flying everywhere. There were limbs on the ground, and halves of people. One man had only a head, torso, and right arm.
Robert shuddered for a second, and then turned around and took Gunther's ammo. They were outnumbered by a lot. 60 Viet Cong soldiers and 40 Americans, with 12 on the frontline including Rob.
"This'll be a day to remember, eh Rob?" said a soldier next to him who was reloading.
"Damn straight," Rob started, "If we live." Robert rolled his eyes. He turned around me and shot a sniper in a tree. He reloaded vigorously, overwhelmed with adrenaline.
A Viet Cong soldier climbed me on the other side and jumped down on Robert.
He strangled the unsuspecting solder to the ground with his gun horizontal. Robert took out a knife in the effort and stabbed up, and held it there, pushing up slowly for a minute. The soldier coughed up blood all over Robert's face. Blood was also dripping down onto Robert's hand from where he stabbed. He kicked the dead man off. Robert went into a slowed down state, seeing people die everywhere. He was battle fatigued. When-
"GRENADE!!" yelled the private. Robert jumped out of the way, but I didn't. Nor could I. I fell over. ?WATCH FOR THE HOOCH!!? yelled the private again, in warning. It exploded.
"Eli! Over here!" Robert yelled. But Eli was a few yards away, screeching in pain. He was shot in the shoulder and leg. Robert yelled and ran to him. He put his arm over his shoulder and dragged him off. "It's gonna be alright, Eli!" Robert reassured.
"I don?t want to die?. I don?t want to die!!? Eli coughed and cried. Robert put Eli on his lap and held him. The force of the grenade still came over him.
A gatling gunner appeared among the brush. 4 meters from Robert and Eli. He killed 6 people on the frontline, and blood went all over the other trees and bushes. It was a red, dense forest now. And horrible smelling, by the looks of it. Rotting bodies and melting face paint from fire(Caputo 37). Robert, holding Eli, made subconscious eye contact with the gunner, and closed his eyes tight in terror. A small tear came out. "I'm sorry... Eli..." Robert whispered in a cry.
Robert opened his eyes. The gatling gunner - and something else - shot Eli with such force that his entire torso was open. One of my leaves fell in him . His blood splattered on me, and a bullet was there, too. Robert was awestruck, but then he saw the gatling gunner: dead.
Robert noticed the sound of helicopters. He looked up and saw an No4 sniper, who put his gun over his shoulder and smiled with a wink. Robert looked up from below and laughed a sad and happy laugh, and saluted. The Americans won, with 5 soldiers left. Everyone cheered.
Except Robert. He looked at Eli. Then he put him over his shoulder and took some bark with his blood and a bullet. Then the horrible oily smelling helicopter picked them up. When they took off, Robert leaned against the wall and looked out at the twilight-lit sky. They flew for an hour. Robert didn't move an inch.

When we landed, he took Eli's body and my leaf to a ferry to go off to America to be buried in San Francisco. "See ya, Eli, possibly sooner than I hope," Robert sighed, and walked off.
We got to San Francisco, and everything was different from Vietnam. People smoking in the streets, Vietnam protesting, people playing songs on the streets against war, chaos. Anti-Nixon signs. We walked through the streets until we came to a church. There was the sound of music in the background. They brought us to the funeral and we were buried. A 6-foot-tall tombstone.
Meanwhile in Vietnam, Robert went to a base camp to sleep in a small tent hut. As he undressed, I fell out of his helmet. He couldn?t stand, and fell on the bed after he realized how tired he was. I watched out the window. Tomorrow they were to execute Operation Cedar Falls.
5 hours later, there were gunshots again. "Hold your position!!" yelled the sergeant outside. Robert jumped out of bed and got into his clothes. A Vietnamese soldier walked into his room. "Hey there, mind if I take cover?" he said in English, with a very heavy accent. He was shot in the leg, and blood was seeping out. He was standing in the window, and Rob lunged. "GET DOWN!" he yelled, "You can't fight. I'm getting you out of here!" Robert told him. He took me and his essential items. The soldier fainted. He took him through the battlefield, dodging stray bullets. When they were far behind but still in the base, Robert took him into a hangar bay.
"I'll patch you up, bud," he said, and used the medpack he got from the Gunther situation and bandaged his leg. We waited 2 hours for him to wake up.
"Whew... thanks," he said, "What happened?" the soldier asked.
"We retreated, but I stayed behind. I wasn't accounted for, and now I'm a deserter I guess," Robert shrugged, "They took over the camp."
"Come with me, you can meet my family," said the soldier.
Robert took him to a plane. "WOO!" he yelled. The other soldier was in the back. They took off, but there were guards everywhere outside. "Use the turret!!" Robert yelled, as he maneuvered from their shots. The solder shot a gas tank and blew up the camp.
"Alright! So, I never got your name. What is it?" Robert asked.
"An. Your's?" An asked.
"Robert Steeling," Robert replied, "Where do we go, An?" He directed Robert to his house, and they parachuted out.
"Come in, Robert. No one speaks English, hope that's alright," An said. They introduced each other. An had a wife and kid.
Robert took out a guitar. "I was a digger back in my home town before I was drafted... played songs for people," Rob laughed. Then he took his hands out of his gloves. They were war torn and dirty, but strummed beautifully on the rare birchbark guitar. 'Well let me tell ya 'bout the way she looked, the way she acted, and the colour of her hair! Her voice was soft and cool, her clear and bright, but she's not there!!'
He laughed, and they clapped. "This was fun, but I'm outta here. I'm on the run from both sides now- it's a suicide mission but it's to get back to America," Robert sighed, "I'll never forget any of you. Good luck with the war."
We jumped into the jeep outside, and drove towards shore. It was a bumpy ride, with trees and dense forests, and we only made it 5 miles until the gas ran out. We got out and continued on foot for a mile and ended up in a lighter, more sparse, forest. It seemed pretty quiet? until
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!!" yelled an American soldier, right before an explosion and screams. We were in the middle of a battle!! Rob covered his head and ran for his life. It was the most ear-splitting thing I ever witnessed someone hearing! Automatics were going off, explosions, and everyone only saw Rob for a second until he ran past their view. He was so tired, and his legs were giving out greatly. A Viet Cong soldier found him and chased him, shooting wildly. He got behind a tree and threw a rock at him, and continued to run.
A soldier from the side saw him and shot. It was a close shave, considering it cut all the strings on his guitar on his back. He took out a handgun and ran to an American APC unit.
?Ya know? I really don?t need to care anymore?? Robert mumbled quick. He shot the driver and threw him out. Then he got into the giant tank-like truck. Trees were falling on the canopy on the backseats, slowing it down. So he drove it out of the battle, and then about a mile away to a Viet Cong base camp. He camp to a back gate of it, and jumped out and went into the guard booth nearby. Guards started to near it and checked inside for the contents. While they were checking, he threw a grenade into the window. An explosion happened and Robert ran. Me, being small and flimsy, was being thrust around in his pocket. All the other guards ran to the explosion site to see what happened, and so Robert sprinted with the last of his energy to make it to a hangar bay.
?Wow, not too many guards! This place is empty?? he laughed. Then he got into a plane and took off before the guards knew what hit ?em.
We headed to America, and on the six and a half hour trip, Robert rested his legs.
We made an unauthorized crash landing in a street in San Francisco, and the police started chasing us. We took refuge in a hippie store nearby, owned by a friend of Rob?s, and hid there. He took a deeper breath than his first as a baby. He was no longer a soldier. And we lived.
When everything cooled down, he went to his house. It was dusty. Then he took me out of his pocket and carved me into a blood red wooden cross, with a bullet through the middle. He wore it on his neck for the next 40 years, as he dodged the government and police. In one year after the war, Robert looked at the paper. Surrounding articles were about the war: ?58,000 Troops Dead or Missing? , ?First Loss in America?s History? The main article was interesting; Vietnamese Blows Up Communist Base Camp in Rebel Effort. Robert chuckled, "An."
In 2007, he was 60. Married, with a 20-year-old child. This boy was drafted for the Iraq war.
"I can't believe they got you, too... A long time ago, I fought in Nam. I escaped... unbelievably. And I want you to take this," he said, and handed his son his wooden cross. The hugged and cried on each other.
A unit came and picked him up.
"At least in Vietnam he was helping democracy... now we're just flat out invading!" Robert's son grunted. I was going off into another war.
Robert went to the graveyard. He saw Eli's 6-foot-tall grave in the gray daylight.
"Looks like my son's gonna see you before I do... bud..." he leaned against the grave and cried.

The End

AC/DC reminds me a bit of Led Zeppelin in a weird way - probably the style of singing. And your dad can't say you don't like them if you don't know what they sound like. You should ask him if you can listen to them so you could get an opinion! ^_^

I like rock. Lots of kinds. I love old stuff a lot, and I like a little bit of new stuff... I like punk, too.
Red Hot Chili Peppers, Presidents of the United States of America (they're non-political), Guns n' Roses, AC/DC, Jimi Hendrix, Green Day, Tenacious D, Rolling Stones, Beatles, and a lot, lot more. (1500+ songs on iTunes. About 300 of them are zelda songs. )
I HATE RAP THOUGH.

-Linkie

Meh, I listen to their reviews. I personally like the show, and I guess I agree with their reviews half the time... nothing else to it for me, really. So I guess they deserve to rate games.

-Linkie

Alright.

Your REAL name: Jack Friendt
Age?: 12, 13 on the 27 of July
Gender?: Male
Personality?: Strange, doesn't take [everything] seriously
Favorite Hobby?: Hard one... writing music I'd say. Gaming comes in close second.
Favorite thing to do in a day?: Play some Battlefield in the morning, write a song, read a book, play some music, fire up the Wii and mess around on it, Triforce Town and Zelda Temple
Favorite Game?: The Legend of Zelda: A Link To The Past (I used to totally love Goldeneye 007, but I gave it away cuz I was stupid and don't know if I'd like it anymore. I could rent it but my N64 is dead, so I'm praying for Ninty to release it on the VC)
Favorite Zelda Game (if any)?: A Link To the Past
Favorite Book?: Whatever I'm reading at the moment... which now happens to be Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis
Favorite Television show?: Hmm... I like Futurama. And rocDocs on VH1. But those are NEVER ON when I am watching TV.
Favorite movie?: Hands down, Rockumentaries
Favorite type of music?: Rock
Education?: Going into grade 7
Job?: Musician, I guess

XD

My input,
Linkie

P.S. Good luck