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Terrain and writing are full for now.
First I need to get confirmation from Moogle if he is back or not.

Okay so then there really is no point for me to submit a map.

As i think beer said " way way around first post's " once team is full and up and running, if you want try out for a " Spot " you can if you are more better then other person then, we will have to remove one person and let you in, which can be hard do. But submit a map and beer or whoever will check over, im sure i will look at it too..

So Beer, did I make it? Or do I need to make another ...

Yes you are in.
Cloak(U): We never did play the good version of Snipers(U)...

ahh... I just saw this and i wanted to join... but anyway im still working on my map that no 1 knows about (exept Torrasque) and no one will know about it until i make a post... Anyway you could consider me as a terrainer if you need more... I jsut need to finish with my map terrain then i will show you

Well, we know about it now.

Recruitment is closed for now until someoen leaves or we need more people becasue we need more people to make projects, but for now it seems like neither will happen.

what the hell i made a reply and u deleted it! you didn't even reply through PM friggin .

I have not deleted a sinlge post in here. Sometimes posts get deleted because of Back-Ups.
You didn't send me a PM. I have every PM sent to me since Jan 1(about 50) and I see none sent by you.

Not even for triggers? Rats, I almost have completed the map I am working on...

How retarded... I just found out where to sign up for the map team and its over... That jsut sucks...

I propose a Brainstorm Recipient position, possibly for yourself BeeR, in which everyone can post/PM ideas for triggers/terrains/etc., and none other than lucky YOU get to filter through, seperating the Ubers from the poopers, heroes from the zeros, cool from the crud, and so forth.

I would like to join the map making team.

If you read a few posts up you will find by Beer.



So its kind of silly asking.

PCFreds: There is a pinned topic in this evry forum so that you guys post your ideas.

Tazzy: I'll change the sub-title so this mis-understanding of people wanting to get in the team while recruitments are closed doesn't happen again.

Thank you, This may sound odd coming from me . But im changing the way i act and talk on here on SEN Becomnig more involed. And posts like that kind of well annoy me. They just need to look a little bit harder befor replying.

Ya, through all 15 pages

DAMMIT ALL TO ING HELL, i just finished my terrainers map, and i just came up with a good thingy for writers, dammit, i propose that more SEN map making team positions be made, IMMEDIATELY

There are already way too many people in my opinion.

It seems only about 5 of are acually doing anything too

That's because the other people aren't working on a SMT Project right now..

Like me, Vaycaytion!

Well you could start one, or the Bunker Wars one beer posted

Baghhhghhghgh Closed?! I was loooking forward to this alot... I was even showing moogle my maps ..... ohwell, someday

Okay, here's a little something I wrote. I wrote it in 7th grade Seminar class, so please don't laugh if it's strange. I didn't want to write anything new, so I searched my comp and found this. Also, I am still enrolled in advanced Language Arts, and I've won spelling bees before. (First frikin' place!!!) I just wanted to say those things just in case those tidbits of information help me. I hope I can get a lot of SEN Mins for this. Well, here goes... Also, please keep in mind that the apostrophes might not work for some strange reason.

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[center]Falling Skies[/center]

The earth shook as the six-ton beast stomped across the empty, North American plains chasing its prey with its sharp, six-inch long teeth. The tyrant lizard was an almost perfect killing machine. The three-horned prey turned around to defend itself, after feeling that it had barely enough energy to run on. It locked its horns with the Tyrannosaurus’ thick, strong teeth thinking that it could win. With a swift chomp, all three horns on top of the Triceratops’ head broke with a noise that sounded like snapping tree branches; this was the last sound that the Triceratops would hear. Realizing that it couldn’t win, the Triceratops turned its back on the T-Rex, getting ready to dash off into the distance. The speedy jaws of the Tyrannosaurus countered this by taking a bite into the Triceratops’ side. The Triceratops made a sound like a horn being blown and collapsed, making a small gust of sand burst from under itself. The Tyrannosaurus Rex growled, head up 16 feet into the air, at its success in hunting this herbivore down. The T-Rex ate away at its meal, swallowing broken bones and meat without chewing. The sky was unusually bright, and the T-Rex noticed it with its small eyes. It looked up into the sky; the sky was light blue, the clouds were snow white, and the two suns were bright yellow. The fact that there were two suns out didn’t get any attention in the T-Rex’s miniscule brain, and it went back to consuming the dinosaur meat. The second sun was descending upon the ground at unimaginable rates. This “sun” was actually an asteroid ten kilometers in diameter and one of two thousand known asteroids that cross Earth’s orbit and is more than one kilometer long in diameter. The asteroid struck the ground with an estimated force of millions of tons of TNT and destroyed everything within a 500-kilometer range. The immense heat melted the ground underneath the asteroid immediately upon impact, and when the asteroid bounced off the earth and into space, the momentum pulled the liquid dirt into the air, making a temporary mountain three times the size of Mount Everest. The thick, liquid dirt settled down and made six rings around the current day city of Chicxulub, Mexico. Trillions of tons of debris kicked up into the air, and blacked out the sky for half a year. The debris also caused a climate change, acid rain, and global fires from the extreme amounts of highly flammable carbon dioxide. A small fire could have caused multiple explosions, therefore destroying homes and ecosystems. The climate change could have affected the gender. In crocodiles and alligators, the temperature in which the egg is incubated determines gender. If the climate were too hot or too cold, the dinosaurs wouldn’t have had enough offspring to live onwards. The acid rain caused the bodies of water to be poisoned; the high acidity killed off many of the underwater creatures. The debris contained sulfur, which is poisonous to humans and possibly other animals in large amounts. Animals that had to stay close to the ground, like the Stegosaurus, died from the heavier-than-air sulfur. Earthquakes, volcanic activity, and high winds were also extreme at this time. Slower dinosaurs, like the Ankylosaurus, might have died from rushing lava or earthquakes. All of this activity killed most of the life on the Earth. However, there was a good side. As with every mass extinction, a burst of evolution took place. This time, the mammals were emerging.
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The birds were chirping and the gentle wind made the day seem perfect. The children laughed and played a game of tag at the park.
“Remember, don’t go around those crystals! We need them but they’re dangerous.” A mother explained to their 5-year old child.
“Okay.” The child ran off to play with her friends.
The mother walked to the closest bench she could find and sat there so she could watch her child while she played. Behind the playground, the “it” person tripped and flung a loose metal bar into the air. It seemed that the constructors of the playground didn’t care much about safety, and more about money. The metal bar flew into the air and broke the cheap glass panel that shielded the highly dangerous, electricity-providing crystal. One of the shards of glass shot into the little girl’s knee as she was passing by, and she screamed in pain as her mother ran towards her to help her out. It was a small distance to the child, but even this didn’t stop the girl from tripping over the same metal bar and falling into the crystal. The crystal electrocuted her until the mother got a piece of wood to move her away from the crystal. This took a while, and the child was already dead. Today wasn’t such a perfect day after all. The mother broke into tears and called an ambulance with her crystal phone.
Her sadness caused her to stutter and skip words as she requested assistance. “H-H-H-Help… P-P-P-Park… Fast…”
“Okay… We’ll be right on it.” The Atlantean police didn’t care much about helping their society anymore, and they cut her connection off and continued to watch T.V.
A few scientists that were scattered throughout the continent of Atlantis knew that an asteroid was coming, and had tried to contact the government about this as well. The general society of Atlantis was corrupted and deserved to die. The few that knew about the asteroid gathered as many life-deserving people as they could and escaped from the island with boats. The asteroid could be seen from miles away, and the escapees watched out of curiosity as their homeland sank beneath the waves.

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Today was a typical day. It was either freezing cold or burning hot outside. Today, It was burning hot. John got out of bed at 7:01 A.M., but he was too sleepy from staying up so late the other day and fell asleep again. At 7:22 A.M., he woke up.
“Get out of bed!” His mother called. “Get out of bed, now!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming…” John murmured. He was sleepy and dozed off again. This time, he woke up just two minutes later. Reluctantly, he forced himself out of bed to wash up. He was thinking about a dream he had. With puffs of smoke, multiple fireballs were raining from the bright white cloud-filled sky. After he finished washing up, John checked the clock. It was 7:44. He had already missed the bus.
“I missed the bus.” John told his mom.
“Go ask your dad.” John’s dad was downstairs, and so he went there.
“Why are you still here?” John’s dad already knew the answer, but he asked the question anyway. “I’m not going to drive you to school.” He always said that.
“Okay.” John was okay with that; he was too tired.
“Fine… Go get the keys and my driver’s license from upstairs. The next time you do this, I’m going to throw away your games.” He always made threats but never went through with them.
John went upstairs and got what he needed to get, and his dad drove him to school. In the middle of lunch, John needed to call home because he forgot his homework. The phone rang, but no one picked up. Instead, an answering machine responded and John had wasted 50 cents. His dad didn’t even know how to operate the answering machine. He looked outside, through the windows. The skies were filled with clouds, just like his dream. He walked outside. It was burning hot, and he stepped back in. A red fiery object dropped from the skies and hit the ground. John knew it; his dream was coming true. He had a mix of emotions, but the ones that stood out were terror and curiosity. Other fireballs were hitting the ground, but they weren’t very frequent. It was a beauty to see these things. One hit every hour or so, but the intervals got smaller as time passed. He opened the office door and looked for the closest room with a T.V. Once he found one, he flipped through the channels until he found a news channel. The newsperson said that there were people that were trying to figure out where the fireballs were coming from. John knew from his dream that these fireballs were pieces of the moon, but didn’t know how to contact them. A phone number scrolled across the bottom of the screen.
“Please call one eight hundred, two eight two…”
“Hey kid, what are you doing in here? Get back to class.” The teacher immediately stared at the television after that, to see what John was watching.
“Shhh…” John said quietly.
The T.V. continued. “Nine, five, six.”
“What was the eighth number?” John knew the others, but they weren’t of any use without the eighth number.
A man slammed the door open, and screamed, “A fireball is on its way to our school!”
He guessed the number. 1-800-282-1956. Wrong. 1-800-282-2956. Wrong. 1-800-282-3956. This one was right.
“Hello?” The operator said.
“The moon!” John screamed. The fireball hit the school then and blew up everything inside. However, the operator got the message and told the scientists there about it. The scientists were a few of the thousands of people still alive.
“We need a flight to a space shuttle launching platform. Do you think you could provide one for us?” A scientist asked.
“Sure. However, the thing is… Boom!” The local airport had blown up as well. The scientists decided to call another one.
“Can you provide an aircraft for us, at Washington D.C.? The destination needs to be the Kennedy Space Center, in Florida.” The scientist asked again.
“Okay. We’re on our way.” The airport manager said. The airplane made a low, humming noise as it was waiting to depart. Vrrrroooomm!!! The engine started and the aircraft was making its way across the aircraft landing strip. Screech!! The tires screamed as the airplane made a swift turn to dodge a fireball. Finally, it took off to an elevation above the clouds, where it was clear so fireballs could be easily spotted.
The airplane pulled up by the Lincoln Memorial.
The pilot quickly but clearly yelled, “Okay, get in before the fireballs do.” The scientists did just that. In less than twenty minutes of flying at extreme speeds, the airplane got to its destination.
“Okay… We’re here!” The intercom on the plane was loud, because it needed to be.
The scientists were next to a space shuttle and they knew how to use it. Someone would fly it into the moon and vaporize any fragments remaining with the massive amount of fuel in the tank. This person had to be brave and able to risk his or her life for humanity. One of the scientists raised his hand as said, “I will.”
“It’s okay… I can do this.” Another scientist said.
“No… All of you have families still alive to tend for. All of my relatives have perished. I want to meet my family members in heaven.” It was decided, because he was truly willing, while the others weren’t.
The scientist strapped into his seat and said his goodbyes. The few remaining said their goodbyes as well.
Later, it was discovered that the scientist was successful in his mission. The civilian who saw this catastrophe said, “It was truly a sight to see. [This event] symbolized many things, but most importantly, it saved us.” The Earth and its inhabitants thanked the pilot of the space shuttle and life went on.

[center]The End[/center]

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Ehhh... didn't that suck? Lol. But seriously, I wrote this in 7th grade without much effort. (7th grade grades don't matter ) Bleh. Well, it was worth a try; the SEN Mins also help too. w00t.

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I also want to be a graphics designer person thingy!!! (If I can, that is. ) I made my siggy in about 5 minutes. (This includes thinking about what to make and actually making it) Also, I have had a drawing from art class go around the state that I live in. (In other words, an art fair) I have also had a picture I made in 1st grade (That's right, 1st ) hang in a college for people to see. (Another art fair) One of my art teachers put the first one up for recommendation and the art judges selected mine out of thousands of people around the state. (The art judges were from the IAEA, if you wanna look it up) I'm good at design, and highly above average in Photoshop. However, I occasionally use Photoshop special effects tutorials online, and I do not have many special effects memorized. Still, the product is always good, and it usually does not take me much time to produce each image. (Unless of course, my teachers load me with a truckful of homework, which they usually don't)

Anyways, thanks for reading. (Lol. It was a LONG read wasn't it? )

w00t. You gotta love the SEN Mins!

ADDITION:
Oh, crappers. I didn't see that the recruitments were closed. Oh well... There's always next year!