o.o.c: I'm posting this first chapter to see if I get a good response. If you want more, comment.

"Good morning Daniel," a digital-sounding voice said.
"Good morning Eden." Daniel yawned.
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"Send Jars in, will you?"
"Right away, sir."
"Thank you."

Daniel Norris was eighteen years old. Both his parents had died leaving him an orphan. His parents' will left him the family fortune including the family mansion. The mansion was run by two of Daniel's inventions; Eden and Jars.

o.o.c: This chapter is extremely short, and I apologize.

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Pete paced around the island for the forty-second time.
"We're stuck here," he said, dejectedly swinging his wrench.
"No we're not. Look down there," J-Boy pointed over the side of the island.
Pete ran to look.

OOC go check out the song "Written Emotions" by MitiS before you read on. Previous Chapter Nick could hardly contain his mirth. Not that he was trying very hard. He clearly enjoyed the look on the two separatists faces. (let it be noted, Reader, that Milla is a separatist too but doesn't know what's going on) Adren was yelling at Nick, "What are you doing here! Why are you spying on us? Why did you put that note in the book! How did you know I'd find it? You didn't even get my name right!

O.O.C. did anybody notice the notes section below the "Body" box? Maybe that's where i should put the ooc stuff. Previous Chapter Adren literally flew downstairs. Kamor was cleaning the kitchen, and without looking up he said: "I don't know who put that note there, but the name is excellent." Adren was shocked, "What! Someone knew we were here and put that note in the book! We have to find them! What name?" "Teach ar Leith.

o.o.c. this may or may not turn out to be anything remotely considered interesting, let alone intelligent, as it happens to be 1:00 in the morning as i type this. p.s: since last time I've added a class of separatists. functionally enabled or funkies. props L. K. R.

enough chit-chat.

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o.o.c. this is what resulted of a conversation with Leinad Romethe. while reading, keep in mind that this is based off of a forum gaming ideal. any reference to 'gods' is fictional with the intent of being humorous. The five deities of Arpag sat at the Great Table. They were about to set forth a new world. The god Kenline spoke: "Friends, we do here set about a new world. We have decided to take turns creating species and tribes. "As it was I who initiated this, it shall be I who do create first character.

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Pete was an inventor.
He could fix any appliance or machine that you could possibly imagine.
But he was bored.
The age of inventions seemed to have ended when Pete's father died.
The one thing Pete wanted to do was have some sort of adventure, which led to his doing lots of extreme sports.
Like sailboarding.

Advanced Relative Perception and Reaction (ARPR) is a mental ability that allows the (user?) to think faster than normal which causes a perceived "slowing" of time.
The brain (for example) collects information which you process at a normal rate (60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes an hour.) ARPR makes it seem as if there were (a number) seconds a minute allowing you to react faster (or slower; on long car rides for instance) than normal.
Nothing actually changes, but you perceive time differently.
ARPR is like super-speed and slowmotion at the same time.

I don't know whether this really, really counts as poetry...but oh well!
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You step on the ice gingerly
Onto unsolid ground
Ooh slippery
Foggy
Exhilarating

You grab the railing
Afraid to fall
Yet deep deep inside
Wanting to fall
To gain the feeling

You sigh wistfully
Why can’t I glide upon the ice
Naturally
With ease
Like them

Should I let go
Move my feet
Try to glide upon ice
Naturally
Like them