SwimModSponges

I am not doing Tennessee at all.

I disagree. I feel every should express themselves freely. *whips it out*

And you're adding aliens. Multiple points of view + war + alien invasion. Throw in the addition of sociopolitical commentary and you've just written the book I linked to above. I'm not ragging on you ghostrek, I'm trying to get you to push the envelope. Wow me. Read my fanfictions.

So you're arguing that your idea is unique; and to justify that you're pointing to it being used in another work. Read my fanfictions ghostrek.

"multiple points of view"

The Coming By Joe Haldeman The year is 2054. World War III seems inevitable, the LGBTQ+ community faces unprecedented oppression, and Earth is in the throes of disastrous climate change. When astrophysicist professor Aurora Bell hears the message ‘we’re coming’ transmitted from deep space, the already chaotic remnants of society are sent into an uproar. Through the use of multiple points of view, The Coming offers a disconcertingly realistic portrait of how alien visitors might be received in a dystopian near future that's eerily reminiscent of our present.

Seems sort of cliche, what will make this stand out?

will Kagome's dad show up?

I haven't but it sounds great.

Eating the ashes.

We watched this after reading the play in one of my english classes one time. I thought it was great but everybody else was making fun of it so the teacher shut it off and yelled at us.

Its an honor just to be nominated.

This was a huge fucking pizza though. 8 toppings deep.

I should have stopped, but then there were only a few pieces left and i thought "ah hell, may as well make it an even half." I should not have done that.

Im backing that ass up.

round everything to a nickel.

Do you remember back when you actually discussed things instead of hiding behind posts consisting of nothing more than a single image chosen specifically to annoy people? Do you feel clever when you do that, or is the feeling as empty as the content of your posts? You know, of all the people who've been fucked by the president, i actually feel the most sorry for you. Your multi-paragraph arguments in favor of a position now replaced by cries for help. Sad.

Im still on his side but dont tell him that because id rather get some form of compensation.

Pennies cost more to produce than they are worth and should have been stopped when the rest of the developed world stopped their pennies. The zinc lobby wont allow that though. True story.

Im on pats side if he makes me a mod.

And it was amazing.

I sit in a location such that the screen takes up the majority of my field of view without going beyond its limits.

Fuck you, blue guy. I'm here for the dinosaurs. If anybody should be waving at me, it's them. 'sup, guys?

Straight up murked some fools.

Mr. Bailorson sat down on the rough concrete of the stairs outside the public library, the bright afternoon sun shining directly into his eyes seemingly whichever way he looked. After a moment he stood, reaching out for the handrail to steady himself as he rose. He brushed the accumulated grit from where his pants had contacted the silica of the steps. He looked down the road as he absent-mindedly reached into his pocket; pulling out a Werther's Originals hard candy, unwrapping it, then popping it into his mouth before proceeding on his morning walk. He had never been a fan of walking, but after his yearly physical this spring he had been ordered to. And so, with a sense of duty, he placed one foot in front of the other as he stepped down into the crosswalk. "I don't feel so bad about it," said Aaron to his companion, who was currently tonsils-deep upon the man's shaft. "Hey, are you listening to me?" he said, as he smacked the back of her head, triggering her gag reflex as the force of his hand pushed her down even further. ""Yes daddy," said the deathly thin woman as she came up for air. "You don't feel bad." "Did I tell you to quit sucking?" Aaron demanded as he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her mouth back onto him. "Mother fucker had it coming," he continued, his companion's muffled mm-hm being the only reply he wanted to hear. "Hang on bitch, it's nut time." She attempted to lift her head from his lap, having never been a fan of the taste of semen, but he was having none of that. Removing both his hands from the steering wheel he put nearly his full weight into holding the woman down on himself. The eyes of all three individuals rolled back in their heads as it happened; Aaron undergoing an intense orgasm, the thrown rope of his ejaculate coursing down the woman's throat. Her eyes of course, rolled back due to her choking on the penis which had now traveled deep down her esophagus, scraping against her vibrating vocal cords as she tried to scream out for mercy before her gag reflex finally won out and vomitous bile shot from her nose. As for Mr. Bailorson, his eyes rolled back as his skull made contact with the windshield of Aaron's vehicle; the force of the impact coupled with the aging man's brittle bones liquefying his skull; sending a torrent of red across the now cracked glass pane. "Holy fuck," said Aaron as he skidded to a stop on the side of the road, the crumpled remains of the old man's body sliding from the hood of the car, the interior of which was now saturated with the liquid vomit of the starving crack whore. "That was one hell of a cumshot." He laughed as he opened the passenger side door and kicked the woman to the curb, next to the semi-decapitated corpse of the old man. "Take a bath, bitch," he said as he slammed the door. "Made my fucking car smell like shit." he tossed a handfull of change from his cup holder into her face before speeding away.