<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:26:11.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haphazard Madness</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Stories collaborated by Strata Skywolf and Takeru Takaishi. &lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Latest:&lt;/b&gt; The Eye of Eternity&lt;br&gt;
  "Two strangers have to work together to destroy a powerful, evil magic amulet.  Can they overcome their differences and their own personal hurdles, or will the Eye of Eternity open and unleash its destruction?"
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To keep track of who is writing what, look for the plus (+) and minus (-) signs. Plus (+) is Takeru. Minus (-) is Strata.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Strata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492363548805108557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106633295323779487</id><published>2003-10-16T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T15:38:07.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;+ The Eye of Eternity: Part 1.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Dallas made his way into town, his face almost twisted with rage.  How could that judge think he knew what was in &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; best interest?  How could he take him away from his mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	In his state of anger, Dallas decided to do something.. wrong.  He walked into someone, not even looking up to see who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	After he'd passed the man and had walked down off Main, Dallas openned his fist to see what he'd gotten.  It was a triangular, purple necklace charm on a shimmering gold chain.  Dallas figured it may be worth something, so he decided to keep it and find out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;	When Setlan was done with her dinner, she put her plate in the sink and started to wash it.  She couldn't stop thinking about that boy, and she didn't know why--she hadn't had the slightest interest in him.  "Maybe I'm just curious." she said to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	"What, dear?" her mother called from the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	"Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;	Roane stared out the window of his new room.  Cars sparcely drove by, and most of the lights out on the street were either out or smashed on the sidewalk.  &lt;em&gt;Yep,&lt;/em&gt; he thought, &lt;em&gt;home sweet home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Throwing himself onto his bed, Roane thought about that kid he'd seen when he first came to Ferrol.  Why was this tiny, probably meaningless memory stuck in his mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	No answers came to him, even as Roane stumbled into a shallow sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;	The phone rang and Keyal stalked over to answer it. &lt;em&gt;Who would call this late?&lt;/em&gt; she thought, reading 10:15 on the wallclock.  The voice over the receiver shocked and angered her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	"Keya?  It's me, Ricky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	This call from nowhere really pissed Keyal off, but she was curious as to what his intentions were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	"What do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	"I want you back, Keya." he was whining.  "I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Now Keyal was enraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	"&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; dumped &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, Rick!  If you think I'm getting back with you, you can just forget about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	She hung up and took a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;	An angry yell filled the area.  "Gods damn it, where is it?" the Silver Man yelled.  He searched his coat pockets again for the Infinity Amulet.  An image flashed through his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	"&lt;em&gt;That boy!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+/End Part 1.0/+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Extra Notes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't wait for you to reply &gt;.&gt;  I wrote this during school 'cause I was bored.  Hopefully you can get chapter 1.1 outta this one.  Taco out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ITEOTWAWKI~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106633295323779487?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106633295323779487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106633295323779487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106633295323779487' title=''/><author><name>Taco Takaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833553356624498508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106617469266489805</id><published>2003-10-14T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T15:36:07.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;+ The Eye of Eternity: Part 0.9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Rose Fallon, soon to again be Rose McGuyver, picked her charges up from school that afternoon.  She was dressed in a three-piece suit and her hair was neatly combed back into a bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas slipped into the front seat and Setlan slipped into the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sette, I'm gonna have to drop you off down the road from Matty's.  Dallas and I have a hearing to go to." Rose said as she pulled the car away from the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, Aunt Rose." Setlan said, not too surprised.  She'd known that this whole thing was coming sooner or later.  Most of the family knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, do I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to go?  If they ask me who I wanna live with"--Dallas began, but his mother cut him off: "They won't ask you &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;, alright?  Just relax.  I need you to be there with me for support, okay, hon?  I promise."  Dallas nodded in defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;	When they reached the corner of Logan Street and Main, Rose stopped the car so Setlan could get out.  "Shout out to Aunt Matty for me." Dallas said, waving to his cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright.  See ya!" Setlan called as she started her walk toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas's mother started the car again, heading toward the Ferrol City Courthouse.  The red minivan made its way into the heart of Ferrol in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They parked the car in back of the courthouse, and Dallas and his mother got out.  The courthouse was a large stone-built building that had a white plaque over the top that proudly claimed &lt;strong&gt;COURTHOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both mother and son went inside and hurried to the courtroom assigned their case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;The bailiff announced Judge Brown as the burly man walked in.  After the judge was seated, the whole courtroom sat as well, a huge wave of receding heads.  Judge Brown announced the court proceedings about to take place, then began hearing from both of the attorneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;	After what seemed like forever to Dallas, the judge finally decided the verdict of their custody hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is in the best interest of the child, Dallas Walter Fallon, to place him in the care of his father." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wave of gasps swept through the courtroom, but it was soon forgotten as the judge announced the next case on his docket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, Dallas left with his mother to begin packing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+/End Part 0.9/+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Extra Notes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you want me to write chapter 1.0, I will, so I can get the story going into the Fantasy/Sci-Fi direction.  Okkee, Taco out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ITEOTWAWKI~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106617469266489805?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106617469266489805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106617469266489805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106617469266489805' title=''/><author><name>Taco Takaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833553356624498508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106608466953888045</id><published>2003-10-13T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T18:37:49.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;- The Eye of Eternity: Part 0.8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Roane entered the building, signed in, and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, a middle-aged assistant appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, how can I help you?” the woman said with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m here to get my schedule,” Roane said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahh… a new student. Name please?” she asked as she moved to search through the files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Peterson, Roane.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sifting through the files, the assistant quickly pulled out the wanted paper and handed it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There you go! Now, let’s get you a student to show you around.” After saying this, the woman started dialing a number in a nearby phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That won’t be necess-”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you worry, this’ll be quick!” the assistant interrupted him, all too happy to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘She makes it sound like I’m going to be shot.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And there she is now!” the over-enthusiastic assistant waved to Roane’s student guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Roane, meet Setlan, one of our helpful student assistants,” the office assistant then turned to Setlan, “Setlan, this is Roane. Roane just moved here from...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assistant paused, waiting for Roane to continue from where she had left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“South of here, a place called Wild Rapids,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Interesting name,” Setlan offhandedly commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The only thing I found interesting about it was that there were no rapids anywhere &lt;em&gt;near &lt;/em&gt;the town whatsoever. There’s probably some historic reason, but I didn’t live there long enough to care,” Roane said in reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quirking an eyebrow, Setlan responded, “I take it you move a lot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That would be exactly right,” Roane replied, “Been to so many cities I’ve lost count, but I’ve always left an impression.” He grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not sure if I even want to know.” Setlan rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine with me, I don’t really plan to tell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally getting back to what she was there for, Setlan said, “Well then, let’s see what your schedule looks like...”&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-/End Part 0.8/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Extra Notes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this during school XD (ha-ha! stupid not noticing teachers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. yeah.. your turn &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stratty Out! ^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mreow!!&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106608466953888045?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106608466953888045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106608466953888045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106608466953888045' title=''/><author><name>Strata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492363548805108557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106599673429740106</id><published>2003-10-12T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:18:53.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;+ The Eye of Eternity: Part 0.7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Dallas noticed out of the corner of his eye a girl walking toward him.  &lt;em&gt;Keyal!&lt;/em&gt; his mind yelled.  &lt;em&gt;Keyal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Keyal reached Dallas, a man walking past the school in a silver-coloured outfit caught both of their eyes.  Dallas and Keyal both jerked their heads over to look at the man, who in turn glared back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas could feel his heart racing as the man locked eyes with him.  He watched as the man locked eyes with Keyal as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Dallas and Keyal, seeing that everyone else was leaving, quickly headed back toward the school building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	A flash of pain shot through Setlan's head.  &lt;em&gt;Migraine&lt;/em&gt;, she thought.  She massaged her temples as she walked toward her locker.  Gripping her books, Setlan hurried her pace, thinking about her cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas came walking the way opposite of her.  "Hey, Dally," she greeted.  "See ya, Sette, I gotta get to class." Dallas said, almost running toward his own locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful." Setlan said quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+/End Part 0.7/+ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106599673429740106?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106599673429740106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106599673429740106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106599673429740106' title=''/><author><name>Taco Takaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833553356624498508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106598933296473129</id><published>2003-10-12T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T16:08:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;- The Eye of Eternity: Part 0.6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;However, her friends had noticed Keyal's lack of attention, and decided to question her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Keyal, what were lookin' at?" one asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, was it that boy over there?" another jerked their thumb in the direction of the boy that she had indeed been looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Got'a crush on 'im or somethin'?" a third interjected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you implying, exactly?" Keyal shot back to the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing at all. I'm simply asking if you have a crush on him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't.  I just recognize him from somewhere." Keyal finally replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh.. where?" one asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I knew where don't you think I'd say it instead of saying 'somewhere'?" Keyal said, annoyance laced in her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Well, that silenced them,'&lt;/em&gt; Keyal thought smugly and returned to eating her almost untouched popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Roane had finally found the place he was looking for and parked the U-haul van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'So this is it, huh? Plain and boring, figures. Guess we'll have to fix that.'&lt;/em&gt; he thought as he started carrying the labeled boxes out of the van and into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, which room was mine again?" Roane said aloud as he started to comb the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Keyal had finished her popcorn, the girls had gotten their nerve back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you go talk to him and see if he remembers you then, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyal thought about it for a moment and replied, "If I do will you all drop the subject?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were nods all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, she started to walk over to the unsuspecting boy.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-/End Part 0.6/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Extra  Notes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And with that, she started to walk over to the unsuspecting *victim*. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not sure where we're heading with this Taco... &gt;&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to discuss where the amulet comes in and such before we get all sidetracked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm not sure if you wanted Keyal to meet Dallas again at lunch, but it's too late... unless you make lunch end before she actually gets that far. &gt;&gt;;; Which you can, I don't mind, I'm just setting it up.. kind of. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're out of &lt;strong&gt;Strategy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Straightedge&lt;/strong&gt; has been bent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cookeh Shild&lt;/strong&gt; had no more cookehs! ;-;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strata out! ^~;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mreow!!&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106598933296473129?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106598933296473129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106598933296473129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106598933296473129' title=''/><author><name>Strata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492363548805108557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106592117557490432</id><published>2003-10-11T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:19:26.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;+  The Eye of Eternity: Part 0.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Dallas sat outside the school lunchroom and the lunch pavilion, leaning against a tree.  It was late October now, and he still thought constantly about the girl--Keyal--that he'd met earlier that month.  He could barely remember what she looked like, aside from that she was taller than he was.  He could just barely even remember her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas looked around at the older kids as they walked around and ate lunch.  He didn't know any of them; all of his friends were back at the middle school, and his cousin was in a different lunch period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Pulling out his gameboy, Dallas watched a U-haul moving van drive down the street.  A black-haired boy sat in the front seat, and Dallas could feel his eyes on him.  &lt;em&gt;Creepy&lt;/em&gt;, he thought.  Since he was almost never hungry, Dallas played his old Pokemon Silver for the rest of the long, drawn-out period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;	Setlan sat in her astronomy class, totally zoned.  Memories--or at least that's what they felt like--were coming to her.  &lt;em&gt;Dallas&lt;/em&gt;, she thought, &lt;em&gt;something's wrong with Dallas.&lt;/em&gt;  Her friend Todd snapped in her face, and Setlan jumped back into reality.  "Sorry." she whispered, trying to focus herself again to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;	Keyal sat at the lunch table she always sat at, eating a bag of buttered popcorn she'd bought out of a vending machine.  She glanced over at a boy who was sitting against a tree, playing his gameboy.  She thought she recognized him from somewhere, but she couldn't quite remember where.  Trying once more to strain her memory and remember, Keyal stared intensely at him, but to no avail.  She shrugged it off and turned to tune back into her friends and the conversation at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+/End Part 0.5/+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;Extra Notes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured with Roane: 'nuff said.  O_o  Your turn! ^+^;&lt;br /&gt;~ Taco eaten XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106592117557490432?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106592117557490432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106592117557490432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106592117557490432' title=''/><author><name>Taco Takaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833553356624498508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106589582382582952</id><published>2003-10-11T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:20:07.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;+ The Eye of Eternity: Part 0.4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Thinking for a moment, Dallas replied, "Parents," as if that explained everything.  He looked up at her for a moment, then said, "Hope you get along alright without your boyfriend."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               She gave him an incredulous look.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               "Most guys here end up being lowlifes anyway.  You're probably better off without 'im." Dallas said, speaking from his own experiences.  His father had grown up here, and look what's happened to their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	She thrust her hand out suddenly,  "My name's Keyal Snare.  And you are--?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Dallas shook her hand.  "Dallas Fallon.  Most people call me Dally.  Well, except for teachers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	After a few moments of silence, Keyal said, "Hey, could you show me how to get home from here?  I kinda wandered farther than I could map."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Dallas nodded.  "Probably.  Where do you live?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              "I live in the apartment building on Ferris Street,"  Keyal told him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Dallas closed his eyes for a minute.  "Oh, yeah, I know where that is.  No problem," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Dallas led Keyal out of the city park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;	When the two teens reached Keyal's apartment, they began saying their goodbyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                "Are you sure it's safe to walk around alone, Dally?" Keyal asked, concern showing in her voice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                "Yeah.  I've done it hundreds of times before.  Just gotta know which streets to take," Dallas told her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Keyal asked, curiously, "Where do you live, anyway?"  Dallas had to think for a minute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               "The apartment complex on the other side of town, Cadecatic.  Only about a mile or so from here, really." he said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Keyal opened her door and went halfway in.  "G'night," she said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              "See ya," Dallas returned, waving a little.  Dallas made his way out of the building as Keyal closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+/End Part 0.4/+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106589582382582952?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106589582382582952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106589582382582952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106589582382582952' title=''/><author><name>Taco Takaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833553356624498508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106589452502118510</id><published>2003-10-11T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T14:02:49.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;- The Eye of Eternity: Part 0.3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" a voice behind Keyal asked. She jumped slightly, then turned slowly to see who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah.. umm.. nothing?" Keyal said, unsure of how to answer the newcomer. He appeared to be about her age, and she didn't &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;he posed a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He simply gave her a skeptical look before she decided to add, "Well, my boyfriend broke up with me a while ago, so I'm out here thinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyal looked down at her watch. 2:18 AM showed in the flashing digital face. '&lt;em&gt;That makes the break-up about twenty or so minutes ago.&lt;/em&gt;' She mentally shrugged, '&lt;em&gt;I'm not lying.&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back up at the visitor, she wondered why &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;was out this late. After a few minutes, she decided to voice this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, erm, what are &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;doing out this late?"&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-/End Part 0.3/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Extra Notes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. I suppose when we're chatting with each other the parts will be smaller? I can't add anything about Roane, considering he's out walking... so.. yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strata out! ^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mreow!!&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106589452502118510?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106589452502118510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106589452502118510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106589452502118510' title=''/><author><name>Strata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492363548805108557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106589173728275944</id><published>2003-10-11T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:19:46.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;+ The Eye of Eternity: Part 0.2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Dallas listened to the sound of his mom on the phone.  She was arguing with his father again, and, as usual, they were arguing about &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.  It was always about his grades or his attitude or anything that the two could pick at, and Dallas felt like they were dissecting him.  His parents' separation was a constant battle, Dallas being the messenger and--he figured--the problem.  He was sick of listening to half of their argument about his lack of truancy, so he climbed out his fire escape and made his way toward the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Kicking a discarded soda can down the sidewalk, Dallas began thinking about the time before his parents had separated.  He could tell his dad anything, and his mom would go out of her way to be with him.  They never argued, or at least not in front of him, and they were always so &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; to each other.  But one day, when Dallas had been nine, his father began to pull away from Dallas and his mom.  His mom had this idea that he'd started having an affair, and that's when she kicked him out.  They had just started planning their official divorce.  Dallas's mom wanted to get out again and date, which Dallas wasn't too thrilled about, and his dad was seeking custody of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;	By the time Dallas looked at his watch, the thirteen year old had walked half of a mile and was at the park.  It was 2:15 in the morning, and he was just barely tired.  He sat down on one of the park benches and watched as the chill wind blew some leaves deeper into the dark, abandoned park.  A shiver ran down his body. &lt;em&gt;Next time I'll remember my coat&lt;/em&gt;, he thought, grinning a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Dallas heard a girl's voice say, "How do I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; manage to get myself into such &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; situations?"  He turned his head to see a girl standing by a large oak tree.  She sounded upset, and Dallas wasn't necessarily busy anyway.  He walked up behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	"What's wrong?" he asked.  The girl jumped at the suddenness of his voice.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;em&gt;The desert wind blew fiercely as she walked through it.  In the distance was a man who held up something triangle-shaped and purple hanging on a gold chain, and she knew she had to take it from him.  With every step she became more tired and worn out, and with every step the need to take the necklace from him grew stronger.&lt;/em&gt;  If I can't get it, &lt;em&gt;she thought,&lt;/em&gt; we're all--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Setlan awoke and wiped sweat from her forehead.  Catching her breath, she whispered, "Something's coming.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+/End Part 0.2/+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106589173728275944?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106589173728275944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106589173728275944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106589173728275944' title=''/><author><name>Taco Takaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833553356624498508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106584035314353082</id><published>2003-10-10T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T14:01:36.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;-  The Eye of Eternity: Part 0.1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAMM!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; see the entire building shake if you looked hard enough. Or, at least, that's how Keyal hoped it looked as she stomped out of the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Keyal Snare, a fourteen-year-old and one of the few rational students at D. Fanning High. Keyal rarely cheated, and that's a &lt;em&gt;definite &lt;/em&gt;accomplishment in this school. Especially with all the incoming freshmen trying to make easy A's and B's off others' work and almost never getting caught. Although she was among these freshmen she didn't do that, and she tried to avoid others doing that to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let's get back to what's going on with her at the moment, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was fuming about her &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; recent break-up with her boyfriend. It just happened a few minutes ago, actually. He had given her the cliche "I think we should see other people" speech and that had royally pissed her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, here she was storming off in a random direction ignoring the few people that were out this late. After all, it was 2:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roane looked up at the starry sky from his lying position on the roof, not even remotely tired. He ran his fingers through his smooth black hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Not a single thing to do, except pack,&lt;/em&gt;' he thought, annoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roane was about to move to a new city, called Ferrol. He would also be attending a new school, called D. Fanning High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored out of his mind, he sighed and got up. Maybe a few trips around the block would help clear his head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stomp-Stomp-Stomp-Stomp!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyal was getting tired now, having spent five minutes of stomping on fallen leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she was tired, she happened to regain her rationality. Now that she regained her rationality, she found she was in a park. Now that she found she was in a park, she realized she was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Oh wonderful, just &lt;/em&gt;wonderful&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;' she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do I &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;manage to get myself into such &lt;em&gt;stupid &lt;/em&gt;situations?" Keyal seemed to inquire of a higher power as she continued to torture what was left of the leaves she had previously stamped upon.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-/End Part 0.1/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Extra notes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so very much for making me start! &gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You ish the epitome of evil! &lt;&lt; *nods affirmatively*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You're gonna take that as a compliment, aren't you? Dangit! &gt;&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarr! Hiss, hiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strata out! ^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;MREOW!! *hiss, scratch*&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106584035314353082?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106584035314353082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106584035314353082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106584035314353082' title=''/><author><name>Strata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492363548805108557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106583170284827013</id><published>2003-10-10T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T12:42:13.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK!  Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Plot:&lt;br /&gt;  Two strangers run into each other in a deserted park in the middle of the night.  Then, almost a month later, the two strangers meet again and have to destroy a magic -- and nearly indestructible -- amulet before its Eye opens and &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; destroys &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Characters:&lt;br /&gt;  Roane, 16, male; Setlan, 14, female; Dallas Fallon, 13, male (main); Keyal Snare, 14, female (main)&lt;br /&gt;  The Silver Man, ??, male, wielder of the Infinity Amulet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Setting:&lt;br /&gt;  Ferrol, a town in the southeastern U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Other&lt;br /&gt;  The characters all go to D. Fanning High&lt;br /&gt;  The Infinity Amulet is an amethyst purple triangle with gold trim.  Inside of the "shell" hides the Eye of Eternity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;  ~me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106583170284827013?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106583170284827013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106583170284827013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106583170284827013' title=''/><author><name>Taco Takaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833553356624498508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106583077302379655</id><published>2003-10-10T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T20:06:13.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotcha ^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea where this is taking place? When? Need setting &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need characters. &lt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need stuff. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start off? ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mreow!&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106583077302379655?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106583077302379655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106583077302379655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106583077302379655' title=''/><author><name>Strata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492363548805108557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106583066052618324</id><published>2003-10-10T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T20:04:20.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good idea.  ^+^  I totally agree.  But ... one condition.  NONE of my characters are going to be named Taco.  &gt;&lt;;;;  The title's good, btw ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106583066052618324?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106583066052618324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106583066052618324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106583066052618324' title=''/><author><name>Taco Takaishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833553356624498508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906679.post-106547536426321678</id><published>2003-10-06T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T17:37:59.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatcha think, Taco? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ I hope you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. I was going for the 'Random Insanity' title in different words... you know? 'Cause Haphazard is basically random, and Madness is basically insanity? ...yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it would be cool if we made this an RP between just us two, with like.. several characters each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And probably no plot XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... we'll probably think something up as we write. (Or we may not, but who cares?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This is like a mini e-mail, but blogged. XD *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably am going against some sort of rule that Blogger has thought up, but I wouldn't know. I doubt you would either. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. so.. put a post up and tell me if you agree or not ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye now! Strata out! ^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mreow!&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5906679-106547536426321678?l=perplexedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106547536426321678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906679/posts/default/106547536426321678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perplexedminds.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106547536426321678' title=''/><author><name>Strata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492363548805108557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
