im the best player in texas hays county and i was wondering if this deck was is a good one for those other players in other states.
monsters
armed dragon lv3 x2
armed dragon lv5 x2
guardian sphinx
horus the black flame dragon lv6
horus the black flame dragon lv8
summoned skull
brain crusher
ancient gear golem
dark blade x2
wall of illusion
sabersaurus
blazing inpachi
alien shocktrooper
neo spacian grand mole
dark cat with white tail
la jinn the mystical genie of the lamp x3
dummy golem
black tyranno
magic/spell
heavy storm
premature burial
megamorph x2
change of heart x3
different dimension capsule
mage power
monster reborn x2
the shallow grave
snatch steal
lightning vortex
swords of revealing light
traps
ultamate offering
magic cylander x2
call of the haunted x2
sakerestu armor
robbin goblin
just desserts
ceasefire
compicory evacuation device
i know some of these are banned from tournaments but i take em out and im still the best.
Wow…just wow. I could accept this as a Traditional deck if you followed the Limited list for the format. Believe it or not there are restricted cards in Traditional and your deck is illegal because it doesn’t follow those restrictions. Here’s the list for reference: http://entertainment.upperdeck.com/yugioh/en/gameplay/forbidden/traditional_current_new.aspx Also, there are plenty of Texan players who are better than you. Jason Holloway, winner of SJC Nashville, for example.
Anyway, your deck stinks. Even if it followed normal deck building conventions it sucks. There are better things to play with in Traditional than what you have. If you’re going to play a Traditional deck why not go all out and play good cards like Yata Garasu or Chaos Emperor Dragon? I give it an F…for fail, flagrant fallacy, and a finite future.
In Hays County, Texas I accompanied my father to an eviction.
We were walking through the building when the man being
evicted started to yell at my father. He continued to yell till we
left the building. We said nothing back. I just tried to get my
father out of there as quickly as possible. I called the constable who was in charge of the eviction. He didn’t answer
his phone, so I called the sheriff. They came out and basically
just talked to the guy and told us they were sorry to sound rude
but we should just leave. I am still very angry about this and would like to know if there is any law against yelling at the
elderly and especially ones with Alzheimer’s..
There is no Law that states that a person cannot yell or insult another person, or else a whole lot more people would be in jail.
The only known laws that I know of that could apply would be disturbing the peace and disorderly conduct (but only if another person in the vicinity was offended or disturbed by the man’s words or profanity). If he he was being vulgar and using profanity, some States and localities actually have profanity laws (such as VA. Beach for example). If the yelling was racially motivated (which you would have to prove), it could be classified as a hate crime, but only if physical violence was involved.
and how much grain and hay should two guinea pigs and two rabbits get the pigs and rabbits are in different cages and how often should they each be brushed one more question what do you have to do in fairs for rabbits if it help it is washington county ny
and on my bunnies feet it is yellow how can i get ride of it
plzzz answer
There is a vein inside rabbit’s and guinea pig’s nails. Their nails should be cut so that there are a few centimeters between the tip of the vein and the end of the nail. You should be able to see the vein through the nails (unless the nails are black).
I would give both the rabbits and pigs plenty of grain and hay. These animals graze, which means they eat a little at various times throughout the day, unlike people, who usually eat two or three large meals per day.
If your pets are long-haired then I would brush them at least every other day, if not every day. Also, they should be brushed more often if they live outside, and when you brush them you should check for signs of ticks or flees.
Don’t worry about your bunnies’ yellow feet. That’s perfectly natural.
Okay. This is my second account for Lauren C so don’t accuse me of stealing work.
Chapter 1 – Party
It rained the whole car ride to her Aunt Kathryn’s house. Everything about the cold, dark sky reminded me of my Aunt’s cold, dark glances. I didn’t know why I had been invited. Perhaps Aunt Kathryn needed to perfect her biting wit or had grown bored insulting the neighbors in muttered undertones behind a false smile and lukewarm tea. If not for Daniel, who slept restlessly in the passenger seat as if he too felt the oppressive clouds bearing down on him as they drew nearer, I wouldn’t have even considered going.
The drive form Baltimore to Buda was unbearable. The landscape grew darker as we approached my Aunt’s house. Passing over the Hays county line, a cold sensation trickled down my spine, as if I were pursuing death itself.
“Woah!” Daniel jerked forward in his seat, slapping his forehand on the window of my Xterra.
“We just passed the county line,” I warned him, glancing at a six car pile-up on the opposite road.
“Oh,” Daniel whispered slowly, rubbing his slightly bruised hand, “How much longer?”
“About ten minuets so get ready,” I took the exit leading through a maze of trees, fading the atmosphere to pitch black besides the faint glow from my headlights.
“This is her house?” Daniel stared in disbelief at the un-kept lawn.
“It’s farther back, you dummy,” I giggled faintly at his assumption. The last giggle I would probably have for an eternity, or at least a week. Suddenly in the blackness of the lawn, a single porch light flickered in the darkness and the silhouette of a petite figure leaped out of the screen door. Racing towards us was my Aunt Kathryn’s daughter, Helen. I always loved to see Helen, especially when she visited without Aunt Kathryn. It was usually her that kept me from a spiraling depression during visits. Her blonde curly hair bounced playfully in my face as she constricted me.
“Riley Anne! I’ve missed you so much! Come on! Come inside!” Helen pulled her baby blue night robe from the clutch of a rosebush inside the gate, “Here, Daniel, let me help you. Mother is asleep. Are you hungry? Or just tired? Come inside.” Helen carried several of our bags inside of the narrow doorframe.
Are there any changes that need to be made? How should i describe her house?
.its not the whole chapter, just what i had time to write
It’s really good!!! You should probably describe your characters like their looks, personalities, and ages but you can probably get to that later on in the chapter too. I like to write too so I like getting some feedback myself. You can describe the house but if you don’t want to or don’t have the time you don’t have to. Hope you continue it!!!
Will I still be able to vote in the presidential election if I am registered in one city, but go to college in another? (both cities are in the same state)
Here is the deal:
I live in Austin, TX, which is located in Travis County. I go to college in San Marcos, TX, which is located in Hays County. So, I will be stuck in San Marcos on election day with no way of getting to Austin. I live in San Marcos for half of the week at my dorm, and live at my room in my parent’s house on weekends. This will be my first time voting, and I am currently registered in Austin. But on election day, can I just vote in San Marcos, or does it not matter because it is a national election, or will I need to vote absentee? Help!
Request an absentee ballot and be sure to submit it as early as possible, so that you are sure to have your vote counted.
Two weeks ago, I moved from Austin, Texas, to San Marcos. That’s a quaint little college town that’s halfway between Austin and San Antonio. I’m going to Texas State University. I’m a very politically active person. Since the debates have been going on, I’ve been asking a lot of questions. There is one that has just popped up today. Do I need to re-register to vote in Hays County or am I still registered in Travis County? When I filled out my change of address form at the post office, did it automatically forward over, or do I need to be proactive again?
Absolutely, yes – re-register!
You should re-register anytime you move. Your registration might have been flagged for an irregularity. Also, it’d just be more convenient to be registered near where you live now. You can only vote at the place where you’re registered.
now i know i’ve posted this before but i really want more feedback!
PROLOGUE-
“Sorry I’m la-“ a pistol was pointed straight at my face as I entered the crowded class room.
“Stay away from our son!” Mr. Holcomb shielded Daniel from my puzzled gaze.
“What’s going on?” I stared pleadingly at my classmates for answers, only receiving shameful gazes and fallen heads.
“We know what you are, Riley Anne. All of us do, and we want you to leave,” Daniel’s mother clutched her son without looking at me. Daniel’s face was shadowed. Not with his silky chestnut hair, but with grief and despair, as if he had lost a loved one.
“Wha- What do you mean?” my stomach shriveled up to the size of a quarter and my knees buckled. Mrs. Holcomb pulled an old video cassette from her jacket pocket and released Daniel, slowly trudging towards the TV. On the screen, an image flickered. The video of our experiment with the professor in his office flashed across the ancient glass. It looked terrible.
“Who the hell gave you this!?” I slammed my hand on the desk, denting its hard black surface.
“We have a reliable source,” my teacher, Mr. Underwood, pulled the tape from the TV.
Chapter 1 – Party
It rained the whole car ride to aunt Kathryn’s house. Everything about the cold, dark sky reminded me of my Aunt’s unwavering forbidding stares. I didn’t know why Daniel and I had been invited. Perhaps aunt Kathryn needed to perfect her biting wit, or maybe had grown bored insulting the neighbors in muttered undertones behind a mendacious smile and lukewarm tea. If not for Daniel, who slept restlessly in the passenger seat, as if he too felt the oppressive clouds bearing down on him as they drew nearer, I wouldn’t have even considered going. Daniel had been my boyfriend for the longest time. He had been there for me, even if it meant sacrificing something.
The drive form Baltimore to Buda was unbearable. The landscape grew darker as we approached my aunt’s house. Passing over the Hays county line, a cold sensation trickled down my spine, as if I were pursuing death itself.
“Whoa!” Daniel jerked forward in his seat, slapping his forehand on the window of my Xterra.
“We just passed the county line,” I warned him, glancing at a six car pile-up on the opposite road.
“Oh,” Daniel whispered hesitantly, rubbing his slightly bruised hand, “How much longer?”
“About ten minuets so get ready,” I took the exit leading through a maze of trees, fading the atmosphere to pitch black aside from the faint glow from my headlights.
“This is her house?” Daniel stared in disbelief at the un-kept lawn.
“It’s farther back, you dummy,” I giggled faintly at his assumption. The last giggle I would probably have for an eternity, or at least a week. Suddenly in the blackness of the lawn, a two dim porch lights flickered in the darkness. The silhouette of a petite figure leaped out one of the mahogany front doors. Racing towards us was my aunt Kathryn’s daughter, Helen. I always loved to see Helen, especially when she visited without Aunt Kathryn. It was usually her that kept me from a spiraling depression during visits. Her blonde, curly hair bounced playfully in my face as she constricted me with her thin arms.
“Riley Anne! I’ve missed you so much! Come on! Come inside!” Helen pulled her baby blue night robe from the clutch of a dead rosebush inside the wrought iron gate, “Here, Daniel, let me help you.” Helen elevated our two massive suite cases in each arm, trudging up the wet grey stones. Auth Kathryn’s house was far too large for her pigmy self. There was an unoccupied second floor; the only exception was the bedroom. Below was a formal dining room gathering dust for twenty years connected to a kitchen the size of a small restaurant only used by Helen and the butler, Herbert. Finally there was a formal living room and a stunning tea room, commonly inhabited by aunt Kathryn herself.
“Allow me?” Herbert waited directly inside of the doors, prepared for anything we threw at him.
“Yeah, Herb. Take these to the two closest guest rooms, please,” our suit cases hit the tile with a massive THUMP! echoing endlessly through the vacant halls.
It was great, I really enjoyed it. I see you took my advice on the prologue (I critiqued it a few weeks ago.)
PREFACE-
“Sorry I’m la-“ a pistol was pointed straight at my face as I entered the crowded class room.
“Stay away from our son!” Mr. Holcomb shielded Daniel from my puzzled gaze.
“What’s going on?” I stared pleadingly at my classmates for answers, only receiving shameful gazes and fallen heads.
“We know what you are, Riley Anne. All of us do, and we want you to leave,” Daniel’s mother clutched her son without looking at me.
“Wha- What do you mean?” my stomach shriveled up to the size of a quarter and my knees buckled.
“A monster. A Dreameater,” Mrs. Holcomb pulled an old video cassette from her jacket pocket and released Daniel, slowly trudging towards the TV. On the screen, an image flickered. The video of our experiment with the professor in his office flashed across the ancient glass. It looked terrible.
“Who the hell gave you this!?” I slammed my hand on the desk, denting it’s hard black surface. Rasha slithered out of my bag and hovered silently, only inches from my head.
“We have a reliable source,” my teacher, Mr. Underwood, pulled the tape from the TV.
Chapter 1 – Party
It rained the whole car ride to Aunt Kathryn’s house. Everything about the cold, dark sky reminded me of my Aunt’s cold, dark glances. I didn’t know why I had been invited. Perhaps Aunt Kathryn needed to perfect her biting wit or had grown bored insulting the neighbors in muttered undertones behind a false smile and lukewarm tea. If not for Daniel, who slept restlessly in the passenger seat as if he too felt the oppressive clouds bearing down on him as they drew nearer, I wouldn’t have even considered going.
The drive form Baltimore to Buda was unbearable. The landscape grew darker as we approached my Aunt’s house. Passing over the Hays county line, a cold sensation trickled down my spine, as if I were pursuing death itself.
“Whoa!” Daniel jerked forward in his seat, slapping his forehand on the window of my Xterra.
“We just passed the county line,” I warned him, glancing at a six car pile-up on the opposite road.
“Oh,” Daniel whispered slowly, rubbing his slightly bruised hand, “How much longer?”
“About ten minuets so get ready,” I took the exit leading through a maze of trees, fading the atmosphere to pitch black besides the faint glow from my headlights.
“This is her house?” Daniel stared in disbelief at the un-kept lawn.
“It’s farther back, you dummy,” I giggled faintly at his assumption. The last giggle I would probably have for an eternity, or at least a week. Suddenly in the blackness of the lawn, a single porch light flickered in the darkness. The silhouette of a petite figure leaped out of the screen door. Racing towards us was my Aunt Kathryn’s daughter, Helen. I always loved to see Helen, especially when she visited without Aunt Kathryn. It was usually her that kept me from a spiraling depression during visits. Her blonde curly hair bounced playfully in my face as she constricted me with her thin arms.
“Riley Anne! I’ve missed you so much! Come on! Come inside!” Helen pulled her baby blue night robe from the clutch of a dead rosebush inside the gate, “Here, Daniel, let me help you. Mother is asleep. Are you hungry? Or just tired? Come inside.” Helen, struggling, drug several of our bags inside of the narrow doorframe.
-not done w/ chapter
oops hehe didnt notice that. havnt delt much with these so i get them mixed up. thanks
It sounds interesting enough – though your beginning would be called a prologue, not a preface.
One suggestion I have is to leave out the "A monster. A Dreameater" line and go straight to "Mrs. Holcomb pulled an old video cassette from her jacket pocket and released Daniel, slowly trudging towards the TV."
It’s much more suspenseful, in my opinion. Don’t give away so much of your story in the very first paragraph.
PROLOGUE-
“Sorry I’m la-“ a pistol was pointed straight at my face as I entered the crowded class room.
“Stay away from our son!” Mr. Holcomb shielded Daniel from my puzzled gaze.
“What’s going on?” I stared pleadingly at my classmates for answers, only receiving shameful gazes and fallen heads.
“We know what you are, Riley Anne. All of us do, and we want you to leave,” Daniel’s mother clutched her son without looking at me.
“Wha- What do you mean?” my stomach shriveled up to the size of a quarter and my knees buckled. Mrs. Holcomb pulled an old video cassette from her jacket pocket and released Daniel, slowly trudging towards the TV. On the screen, an image flickered. The video of our experiment with the professor in his office flashed across the ancient glass. It looked terrible.
“Who the hell gave you this!?” I slammed my hand on the desk, denting its hard black surface. Lucas slithered out of my bag and hovered silently, only inches from my head.
“We have a reliable source,” my teacher, Mr. Underwood, pulled the tape from the TV.
Chapter 1 – Party – NOT FINISHED
It rained the whole car ride to Aunt Kathryn’s house. Everything about the cold, dark sky reminded me of my Aunt’s unwavering forbidding stares. I didn’t know why Daniel and I had been invited. Perhaps Aunt Kathryn needed to perfect her biting wit or had grown bored insulting the neighbors in muttered undertones behind a mendacious smile and lukewarm tea. If not for Daniel, who slept restlessly in the passenger seat as if he too felt the oppressive clouds bearing down on him as they drew nearer, I wouldn’t have even considered going.
The drive form Baltimore to Buda was unbearable. The landscape grew darker as we approached my Aunt’s house. Passing over the Hays county line, a cold sensation trickled down my spine, as if I were pursuing death itself.
“Whoa!” Daniel jerked forward in his seat, slapping his forehand on the window of my Xterra.
“We just passed the county line,” I warned him, glancing at a six car pile-up on the opposite road.
“Oh,” Daniel whispered slowly, rubbing his slightly bruised hand, “How much longer?”
“About ten minuets so get ready,” I took the exit leading through a maze of trees, fading the atmosphere to pitch black besides the faint glow from my headlights.
“This is her house?” Daniel stared in disbelief at the un-kept lawn.
“It’s farther back, you dummy,” I giggled faintly at his assumption. The last giggle I would probably have for an eternity, or at least a week. Suddenly in the blackness of the lawn, a two dim porch lights flickered in the darkness. The silhouette of a petite figure leaped out one of the mahogany front doors. Racing towards us was my Aunt Kathryn’s daughter, Helen. I always loved to see Helen, especially when she visited without Aunt Kathryn. It was usually her that kept me from a spiraling depression during visits. Her blonde, curly hair bounced playfully in my face as she constricted me with her thin arms.
“Riley Anne! I’ve missed you so much! Come on! Come inside!” Helen pulled her baby blue night robe from the clutch of a dead rosebush inside the wrought iron gate, “Here, Daniel, let me help you.” Helen elevated our two massive suite cases in each arm, trudging up the wet grey stones. Aunt Kathryn’s house was far too big for her. She had a second floor that was never used aside from a bedroom, a formal dining room that has been gathering dust for twenty years, a kitchen the size of a small restaurant, only used by Helen and the butler, Fernando, a formal living room, and a tea room, only inhabited by Aunt Kathryn herself.
Are there ny changes that need to be made? This isn’t the whole chapter so far.
lol thanks john
There’s a big debate about point-of-view of the writer, and my two favorite are first person and third person omniscent, with the latter my favoring, but here I really like your first person style and you really made it work for you.
Talk about a beggining… It’s amazingly mysterious and I absolutely dig how it entraps you so you have to keep reading. Your enless volleys of descriptions paint a vivid picture with flawless glamour, but maybe you could throw in something about age for Helen, just in relation to your character. Like significantly younger or older or prettty much the same.
I really think you could go somewhere with this story, and I dont think there’s really anyhting that needs to be changed.
Keep rockin, – John
"Writing can get one through hard times with no money better than money can get one through times of no writing."
Please dont let this scare you away, it’s fast to read through.
PROLOGUE-
“Sorry I’m la-“ a pistol was pointed straight at my face as I entered the crowded class room.
“Stay away from our son!” Mr. Holcomb shielded Daniel from my puzzled gaze.
“What’s going on?” I stared pleadingly at my classmates for answers, only receiving shameful gazes and fallen heads.
“We know what you are, Riley Anne. All of us do, and we want you to leave,” Daniel’s mother clutched her son without looking at me.
“Wha- What do you mean?” my stomach shriveled up to the size of a quarter and my knees buckled. Mrs. Holcomb pulled an old video cassette from her jacket pocket and released Daniel, slowly trudging towards the TV. On the screen, an image flickered. The video of our experiment with the professor in his office flashed across the ancient glass. It looked terrible.
“Who the hell gave you this!?” I slammed my hand on the desk, denting its hard black surface. Lucas slithered out of my bag and hovered silently, only inches from my head.
“We have a reliable source,” my teacher, Mr. Underwood, pulled the tape from the TV.
Chapter 1 – Party
It rained the whole car ride to Aunt Kathryn’s house. Everything about the cold, dark sky reminded me of my Aunt’s unwavering forbidding stares. I didn’t know why Daniel and I had been invited. Perhaps Aunt Kathryn needed to perfect her biting wit or had grown bored insulting the neighbors in muttered undertones behind a mendacious smile and lukewarm tea. If not for Daniel, who slept restlessly in the passenger seat as if he too felt the oppressive clouds bearing down on him as they drew nearer, I wouldn’t have even considered going.
The drive form Baltimore to Buda was unbearable. The landscape grew darker as we approached my Aunt’s house. Passing over the Hays county line, a cold sensation trickled down my spine, as if I were pursuing death itself.
“Whoa!” Daniel jerked forward in his seat, slapping his forehand on the window of my Xterra.
“We just passed the county line,” I warned him, glancing at a six car pile-up on the opposite road.
“Oh,” Daniel whispered hesitantly, rubbing his slightly bruised hand, “How much longer?”
“About ten minuets so get ready,” I took the exit leading through a maze of trees, fading the atmosphere to pitch black aside from the faint glow from my headlights.
“This is her house?” Daniel stared in disbelief at the un-kept lawn.
“It’s farther back, you dummy,” I giggled faintly at his assumption. The last giggle I would probably have for an eternity, or at least a week. Suddenly in the blackness of the lawn, a two dim porch lights flickered in the darkness. The silhouette of a petite figure leaped out one of the mahogany front doors. Racing towards us was my Aunt Kathryn’s daughter, Helen. I always loved to see Helen, especially when she visited without Aunt Kathryn. It was usually her that kept me from a spiraling depression during visits. Her blonde, curly hair bounced playfully in my face as she constricted me with her thin arms.
“Riley Anne! I’ve missed you so much! Come on! Come inside!” Helen pulled her baby blue night robe from the clutch of a dead rosebush inside the wrought iron gate, “Here, Daniel, let me help you.” Helen elevated our two massive suite cases in each arm, trudging up the wet grey stones. Auth Kathryn’s house was far too big for her small self. There was an unoccupied second floor; the only exception was the bedroom. Below was a formal dining room gathering dust for twenty years connected to a kitchen the size of a small restaurant only used by Helen and the butler, Herbert. Finally there was a formal living room and a stunning tea room, inhabited by the small Aunt Kathryn herself.
“Allow me?” Herbert waited directly inside of the doors, prepared for anything we threw at him.
“Yeah, Herb. Take these to the two closest guest rooms, please,” our suit cases hit the tile with a massive THUMP!
I’m not entirely sure why others aren’t liking it, the writing feels quite similar to that of the novels I’ve been reading. The prologue was very good, as short as the prologue should be in comparison to a normal chapter, and yet it still grabs your attention, as you have no idea what she is, who or what Lucas is, and what was on that cassette.
One point though, when she passed the county line, "a cold sensation trickled down my spine, as if I were pursuing death itself," This is fine if you’re foreshadowing that she’s going to die in this area over the county line, but if she isn’t, then the line is too extreme, and you might consider replacing it with, "for a moment, a chill went through me, starting at my center, and permeating my entire body,"
Of course, that is just a minor flaw.