I've always loved this game because it promote the music I love and its fun. I got it a few days ago and it is awesome. I don't like it as much as the first 2, but its still great. The graphics are a little better, but now they just look like they're trying too hard on them. This one had a lot more modern songs (ick) I think, though I liked some of them,but had a lot of good classic songs. I beat it in 4 hours on hard. I'm glad they put Through the Fire and the Flames on there. That was awesome.

Here are my favorites:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4k-lB3X6DNw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bvlmGb1dUs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOLZeeCS0-4&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2xS1Yeh0Ac&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e39D8VBQ4sw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qNoHLvcYlw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6WjWs0SGJI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGrkkg3wI_Q

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-0O32L_RTM

My girlfriend broke up with me. I broke my leg. I got no friends. I have no one to have an intelligent conversation with except you guys and my parents.Not that I'm really suprised though. Its one affect of being slightly-autistic and having a clean mind. These weird people from this Teen Health program came in and said I was crazy and suggested counseling. I don't need it, they just didn't bother to ask more about me. I'm fine when stupid people like that don't bother me. I don't understand it though. I'm an expert at anaylyzing social situations, but when the time comes, I'm tongue tied and my brain stops working. Do I seem normal here on the forums (at least a little)? You wouldn'tthink it was me in real life. Anyway,I kinda sorta have a friend, but not a serious one. Well, I'm done. I feel slightly better. Hopefully things will look up. How have you guys been faring?

I broke my leg last Thursday. Fractured my "shaft of the femur" orwhatever the hell that Doctor said. I was skateboarding when I don't know how to skateboard. I was going down the steep hill by my house and well, pain ensued. I never knew I could knock down a sapling with my thumb. Thats broken too btw.Had surgery, just got access to the CPU. Boo hoo.

Just throwin this guy out to ya. Finishin chapter uno.

"Alright," he said aloud ", you have my attention."

That's good. Well I don't want to place all this on your shoulders right away.

"Go ahead, just do it," Adam said.

First, I want you to go pick up that sword. That's yours to keep.

"Oh goody, Christmas came early." Adam went and picked it up. Despite falling 20000 feet from the sky, it was not red hot.

"What the heck is this thing made of? Silver?"

Maybe the story's better told beginning that way. Now don't let this-

"Just tell me what it's made of!"

Cooled plasma from the star Rigel.

A moment of silence.

"What!!" he shouted. Hilarity was in his face ", And I suppose you and your buddies from the Starship Enterprise have come to whisk me away to fight the Kligons. Could you tell me what is going on here? I want to believe but the laws of nature-"

The Laws of Nature are creations by humans that make excuses for their incompetence!

"You have a point there."

I am here to ask you to join me.

"Join your what, exactly?"

There is no what. The what vanished 65 million years ago. I need you to join me and my only remaining friend.

"Why don't you put him on the telephone," Adam retorted.

It doesn't work that way. Anyway, this group is going to save your planet.

"From whom and/or what?"

You'll see. He will come to you very soon. But he's weak. He needs your help. I'm glad I got to you first. He wants to destroy the human race and take this planet for his own. The planet has been in our keeping for the last 66 million years. There was more, but those were lost when we were destroyed. That story is for another day. He will strike soon, for he already has another like you in his keeping.

"There are more?"

Just 2 living on this planet. And like I said, he already has one. There should be more, but there aren't. Let me just say this; we have protected this planet from attack and destruction for a very long time. But he plans to land his final blow on us.

"How do you protect the planet if it's just you and your friend?"

We have an army. Of course we do. But we have none strong like us. Only weak souls who want to leave and walk the planet they lived on before they died.

"When you die you go join the ranks of a dead army? Oh god, that sucks. I don't blame people for wanting to live longer."

If it wasn't the way it is they could walk their planet again. Anyway, I think I've told you enough. Think about my offer, this is only the beginning.

"Wait! I have questions!"

They will be answered in time. You will learn them from me or him. I just wanted to be here first. I'll be back after he comes to you.

" No! Tell me more!"

At that time it felt like a part of his conscience left him, a great weight taken off his brain. Now he stood in the middle of a New York forest, feeling scared and confused.

He picked up the sword. Hardened plasma from Rigel, eh? Sounds pretty cool, he thought. It was light in his hand, almost as heavy as a paper weight. It was straight and long, and ended at a rounded, sharp point. Sometimes it looked like the color of amber, and other times it was a white silver color. Its rain guard was made of gold, and its cross guard was large and adorned with precious stones like diamond and emerald that were pounded into the sword itself, not sticking out of it. The grip was plain silver and was comfortable in his hand. The pommel was made of a gold and silver mix and was adorned with a single character so intricate it couldn't be described. It looked like it was written with diamond ink, but he knew it was just like the cross-guard and that little pieces of diamond were pounded in to make this character. Yep, that classifies as pretty cool.

He walked on and thought he must look pretty awkward. Who cares? Nobody walks this way.

When he got to his house, he hid the sword under some brush. His mother greeted him as he walked in.

His mother was a thin and tall woman. She was very intelligent, and Adam loved her very much. She and his father were the only people he ever put any trust into. They, as Adam liked to think, not only created him, but created who he was. They raised him to be virtuous and taught him ethics. He had always turned to them when he had questions because they always had answers. He now wondered if he should tell them about this strange event that had happened. But no, he couldn't. Adults may be more thoughtful and mature than teens, he thought, but they can't accept deviation, or abstractness. Everything in this world has been figured out, and if anything unreal happens, they won't accept it as being real.

He avoided a long confrontation with his mother and went up to his room. His room was plain, and unadorned. It had a dresser and a chest of drawers. His bed had a blue bedspread. He had wanted to change it for a while, but he hadn't. What now? Should he do his homework? Did it really matter? The sword was the only thing to prove it all, and it was real. Yes, it all had happened. Valornen hadn't told him enough, but he didn't have to make his choice between Valornen and this other person yet. He had said this other person had aimed at destroying the human race. This might be a good thing.

No, there were people out there like his parents and Stephenie. Of course there were. They didn't deserve death. Or, in other words, they didn't deserve to be added to an army bent on saving the planet. He was gonna have to get that in his head now. Neither was more powerful than the other. Valornen might even be more powerful because he had an experienced, uh, person like himself and that other guy had a new person.

He could be so much farther in his choice if he knew what he was, who this other guy was, and who the others were.

But what did it matter! This probably wasn't even real anyway. But he had said the other would come. The other would give him more information and prove that this was happening.

He went and ate dinner after doing his homework (just in case) and went upstairs to read. He read a lot, and that's where he owed much of his intelligence. Reading fiction made him think about the world and about humanity. He read Non-fiction at school mostly instead of listening to his teacher's blathering. Tonight he decided to read The Lord of the Rings, which he hadn't read in a while. A little eerie how much this related to the way things were happening to him. Good guys and bad guys, right and wrong. Always putting each other to the test. He read well into the night and fell asleep on his bed with the book on his chest.

His eyes bolted open. Darkness. He dreamt of the darkness against the dark, and here it was before his waking eyes. A shape stood at the foot of his bed. A shape of that let no moonlight fall upon it.

Adam wasn't scared but shocked. It's the other guy.

"Well," Adam said, "Here you are."

"I am,"he said in a familiar deep voice, "I am. My name is Eco."

I'm warning you guys now, I have a Stephen King style way of writing sorta. If you don't like Stephen King, you probably won't like me. The character, Adam is not based on me even though some of his views are mine. Also, Green Mountain, New York does not exist as far as I know.

The Lost Civilizations of Night and Day

Chapter 1- The Choice is Proposed

Adam

Adam stopped walking.

Adam

Beyond the thudding of the Doors in his ears, he knew he had heard his name.

I need to talk to you Adam

Adam turned the iPod off and looked around. Not a thing lurked in the Northeastern forest. The only movement was the leaves falling in the Mid-Autumn Afternoon. "Where are you?" he muttered.

You won't see me there

The voice was deep, not very different than Jim Morrison's he had heard just moments ago. It sounded as though it had lasted through the ages and was tired of a burden, or a task. "Alright," he looked in the trees ", whoever the hell you are, I'm gonna find you and teach you to joke," he said threateningly.

A chuckle. And I wish it was one.

"Where are you?!!" Adam yelled in anger.

Hovering 20000 feet above your planet

Adam made an impatient noise. Maybe he was just going crazy. Thanks a lot voice, he thought, you ruined my day even further.

I won't leave until you talk with me rationally.

Adam went on walking, walking to the place that had ruined his, and millions of other children's childhoods, and was still ruining them. School.

Every day, the same thing, the same routine. Wake up. Eat breakfast. Walk to school. Come back. No deviation, at least for him. Not a lot of people actually enjoyed the place, but Adam absolutely hated it. This day was turning out particularly bad. First, his oldest cat had died yesterday, Sunday. 17. A good age for a cat, but the cat himself had been there all his life, he was older than Adam was by 3 years. Then there was the deer. Adam had started his walk to school face down, angry at the world. He walked down the familiar path, and then tripped, on a dead deer. That itself wouldn't have bothered him. Nature had to sort itself out and keep populations of animals low. Survival of the fittest. But this wasn't from nature. This deer had been shot and cut to shreds, head thrown in a heap of bones, two pieces of the rib cage sticking out its eyes "Just to show em' who's boss" as his "friend" Anthony would say. Now that had just made him mad. Defiling a dead thing's remains? Taking the best parts and playing with the rest like Legos? That's not how any good hunter should do things.

He had tried to forget those things, but now this voice comes and scares the crap out of him.

You know, the world just plain sucks, he thought. Maybe I'm just being a whinysh*t but you know, the world deserves it.

Adam wouldn't have been a whinysh*t if he was normal. He had the looks of a happy kid, but he didn't have the personality. He had long, brown hair, amazing blue eyes that would only have looked better if he didn't have a frown on all the time. He was tall, but not freakishly, and wasn't a toothpick like that kid John in his class. He didn't participate in any sports of any kind, and ate like a pig, but always had somehow remained fairly thin and muscular. He had always been the strongest kid, and lots of people told him to go join football or wrestling. He had told all of them to go soak their heads and that wrestling was gay but he had said it in a friendly way.

The only time you saw a smile on that kids face was when he was faking it, if he was walking through the woods or the jungle, or on top of a mountain, if he saw a wild animal, healthy and proud looking, and if he was spending time with his pets and family. They were the only people who he liked in the world, except maybe Stephanie, a girl who hung out with him and his "friends". You might see a smile on his face if he was having an intelligent conversation with someone who could respond in a rational way. Those were the only times he would enjoy speaking anyway.

He walked into the school. Ol' Green Mountain Middle School had all the brilliance any Upstate New York school would. Middle School was grades 8 and 9, such an ingenious plan. While down that there street, Green Mountain Intermediate had the 6th and 7th graders. All the buildings were red brick, two stories, and square. That's really all there was to the schools.

Adam marched in the door to his locker's hallway. Then some blonde walked up to him.

"Hi," she said. Then she made a smile that revealed brilliant white teeth that her parents had probably paid good money for. He waved and walked on, leaving the girl confused and let down. What was she expecting? Was he supposed to ask her out on a date or something? Did she think they'd have a long and happy relationship? Well that wasn't gonna happen.

I think she was fairly good looking.

"Gah! Would you go away!" he thought furiously.

I've set my terms. I want to talk.

About what? Blonde girls who walk up to mopes and said "Hi"?

No. You. Me. Talk. After this, schul or whatsit.

Fine voice. You win. I'll talk.

He went to Homeroom, History Class, his favorite class, other than the bumbling 60 year old teacher who had almost no idea what he was talking about. He read the book. Adam aced every class. It was really all below him. School itself had never bothered him. He was a prodigy and all the teachers knew it. Half the time, they asked him questions about things.

What bothered him about school were the other kids. All the immature little snobs. He absolutely hated them. He knew they would mature as they got older, but it had been this way since 5th grade. Everything had to be cursing, and sex. He cursed, but not at others. That's the way his parents had taught him. Go ahead and curse, but not at others. And the sex, he had absolutely no interest in that. In fact, people called him gay because he didn't say anything about it and he didn't take up any of the girls who liked him. He would have gone out with them, but he knew he would just hurt them in the end. Not in any physical way, but his silence would make them mad. He couldn't help it. He didn't care about gossip or sports or looks. They would talk to him and he would listen, but he wouldn't have any input. He just didn't care. The only time he did talk to a girl was when he and Stephanie would discuss history and ethics at lunch. His other "friends" would call themf@gs but he liked the discussions. The only reason he sat at the table other than Stephanie was because all his life he had hated looking like an outcast even though he was one. He had enjoyed company once. Before the big change in the 5th grade. They had been so pure then. They made jokes that didn't involve something perverted or mean. Those were the jokes he could make and liked. But as the others changed, he stayed the same and eventually, couldn't relate to any of them. Then he had gone into his shell. He stopped liking his friends. He started reading books during lunch. It was hard to go to school.

He had gone into his shell, and it would take something big to bring him out. Little did he know that something had come.

He drifted through the day. At lunch, he had a conversation about communism with Stephanie, while the others gawked at them and wondered what they were talking about and why they were talking about it.

Finally, he started his long walk home.

Hey, hope you haven't forgotten me.

"Alright, who are you and what do you want from me," he muttered aloud.

The first question would take centuries to answer, but I'll start with my name. My name is Valornen. I have roamed this universe since the beginning. I am what might be called a ringleader of people like you and myself.

"Alright, Valornen," he smiled ", I want to see some proof."

Oh do you?

Yes. I do.

An object came flying from the sky at a blinding speed. It made contact with the tree in front of him, which was split down the center. A large maple. Sliced in half. Adam's smile vanished. The two halves of the tree fell to the ground in a large thump. In a small stump, the only remnant of the tree still rooted to the spot, was a blindingly white sword.

"Alright," he said aloud ", you have my attention."

I shall post the rest of Chapter 1 at a later time. Well, I hope you liked it, because I enjoyed writing it. It'll get more juicy and fantastical later. Don't worry.

For those of you who care in the slightest, I have to change my story idea until further notice. Its hard to do that topic on the Chinese because I have to research their history and old traditional sailing customs a lot more or I won't get it right. Instead, you may enjoy a new story idea I came up with. I call it The Lost Civilizations of Night and Day. I must say its coming along well. Its bound to have potential awesomeness. Might begood for those into that good vs. evil stuff, and the debate about whats good and whats evil. Maybe not as good as what I call Zhao, (Did you guys know hat meant "To search for" in Chinese Mandarin? It makes sense that Zhao's name was Zhao of course because he was looking for Aang, but why the hell would his parents name him that? But thats my stories name, and its main characters name, unless of course thats a turn-off.) but it is a pretty good idea I'd say.

Thank you for your time, and here is a hilarious clip for you today. http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4326231875986089059&q=celebrity+jeopardy+bill&total=7&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=0

Full name? Wouldn't you like to know. Theres a Jim in the middle somewhere.

Country? Kingdom of the United States. Might move to Canadia.

City of residence? I live near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. It's better than Florida, but still way behind Colorado.

Date of birth? May 6, 1991.

Height? 6ft 1in. I've grown some.

Eyes? Sky Blue. Everyone loves my eyes. I got random people on the street telling me my eyes are beautiful.

Shoe size? 14. Got some big feet here.

School or work? A bit of both really: PhD research at the CMBI. Ha!

Do you smoke? No. Never will. Not cool.

Hobbies? Computers, music, media, biking 500 miles through the Tibetan Plateau.

Siblings? 1 sister.

Relationship? Got a gilfriend 3 days after I moved here.

Piercings? Not yet.

Tattoo? I got one! It just came off after I stuck it on.

Holliday destinations? Australia, Norway, all kinds of places. I like to see a lot of different parts of the world.

Whose messages don't you reply? Anyone not worth speaking of.

Whom would you like to meet? Every Clssic Rocker that ever lived!

Whom do you admire? Successful scientists and powerful leaders. And people with ****like Neil Peart. And that kid from Hatchet. He got me right here.

Sexiest person? That changes a lot, but Nicole Kidman is always high on my list.

What do you wear when you sleep? What kind of question is that?!

Favourite car? Swedish or British luxury car. A Volvo or a Bentley or something.

Favourite movie? Lord of the Rings, the James Bond series, Harry Potter and all the movies Nick made of Avatar! You know, good movies.

Music? Led Zeppelin, Rush, TheWho, Bob Dylan, Clssic Rock in general. But I really don't like the Beatles.And I also like the Beastie Boys. NO other rap. Period.

Favourite city? Aspen, Colorado. Its my home! But I had to move.

Mass? Trying to keep it just below200 pounds.

Favourite aftershave? Are you saying I smell?

Favourite magazine? Rolling Stone.

Favourite sound? Music, outdoor sounds.

Favourite TV series? Avatar. Futurama comes in second.

Nickname?New World Man, Shing La, Naes. Lotsa weird titles I get in foreign countrys.

Operating system? iBook

What do we find under your bed? A mattress and a lot of dust. Oh, and there is that monster as well. Little bugger ate my cat.....

Favourite colour? Blue.

Favourite song?Guess... New World Man- Rush!

Favourite soundtrack? Led Zeppelin 1,2,3,4, Rush- Farewell to Kings, Grace Under Pressure, Rush. Who's Next, Quadrophenia-The Who.

Favourite book? Lord of the Rings- Return of the King. Maybe The Stand.

Which book are you reading now? Neutrality and free trade - a history of Dutch foreign affairs. jk, who the hell reads that crappola?- The Stand.

Education? Master's degree in general science. ha Elementary School Degree. Seriously.

Interests? Science, politics, porn, computers, comedy, cooking, biking, hiking. The world has a lot to offer.

Favourite food? Venison. And monster meat. I got him.

Favourite subject in high school? Sociology. Thats not a ****in my high school though.

Favourite number? 18, not because of the driving license.

Favourite drink? A good glass of wine haa. Juice. Or a nice glass of water.

Best feature? My eyes.

Which deodorant? Deoderant? Haa

Shoes? Sneakers. I hate open toe shoes.

Clothing? Um, I'll get back to you on that. Hey! Its not that I don't have clothes, its just I have such a variety. But NO kilts d*mnit!

Good qualities? Caring (only for people I like), intelligent, relaxed.

Bad ones?I'm shy in real life.

Bed time? 11:00 PM: the alarm clock beeps at 6:00 AM.

Political party? Democrats until I get my own party.

What do you consider romantic? Sharing a special moment with your loved one.

Most shameful moment? I have no shame

Outside or inside? Outside. Period.

What do you do to kill time? Bike. And bike some more. Then I think about the world.

Least favourite school subject? Math

Breakfast? A quick bitem usually a sandwich or left-overs.

Food you do not like? Invertebrates (although I do eat the occasional arthropode).

Pets? 2 cats. I use to have 3. I also got one of those weasel things. I named him Jim.And a dog.

Dream or reality? Dream is reality

Serious or funny? Hilarious.

Fast or slow? Fast but never rushed.

Republic or monarchy? Monarchy, republicans are traitors.

Simple or complicated? Complicated.

Your death? Freak accident or execution.

Sex or alcohol? Sex. I'm to young for alcohol.duh

Asleep or awake? Awake, sleep is waste.

City or village? Village

Silence or speaking? Silence is gold, speaking is platinum.

Short or tall? I do not trust short people, the evil is more concentrated.

Newspaper or television? I read the paper every workday (the Internet is better).

Hug or kiss?You know, that depends on the woman.

Happy or sad? Mostly happy.

Communism or fascism? Fascism.

Pub or disco? Pub. Disco is dead.

Conservative or progressive? I want to keep the progress we made. Does that make me a conservative?

Intel or AMD? AMD.

PC or Mac? The difference has disappeared.

Creation, ID or evolution? Evolution.

Reincarnation, heaven, or nothing? Reincarnation. I don't go hopping around China for nothing.

Extraterrestrials? Certainly.

Does "the one" exist? Probably not, but the next best thing does. I'm married to her.

How many children do you want? One or two.

What annoys you? I am easily annoyed. I have a healthy rant almost every day.

The best feeling? Happiness.

Worst feeling? Emptiness.

Fears?Fear itself. I scared all my fears away.Oh no, their coming back!

Are you emotional? I am quite sentimental.

Do you cry during the movie? I have the occasional tear in the corner of my eyes.

What do you want to be when you grow up? Survivorman! Or an author

Plans for 2008? Work on my Ph.D., and make money. haa

What did you think when you got up? "I should have gotten up earlier."

As what kind of animal do you want to come back to life? Lion. Not the male ones. They're too lazy.

What do you want to improve about yourself? I want to become more social.

Do you have many friends? Not anymore.

Do your friends really know you? Absolutely not. I just met them.

What is your deepest darkest secret? I cannot tell you. So here it is. I eat dear. I'm not a redneck.

They attacked me last night, the treacherous scoundrels. Ate my dog right up. Threw pizza with onions at me. I hate pizza with onions.But thats not a story for now. I wanted to tell you somethingthough. Ah yes. Some of yous might not believe this, but I write stories. Writes them all the time. On trips, at school. Lots of them. Most don't go anywhere though, but I've been thinking of one that I might make into a full fledged book. Don't worry, it won't be Nerds from Space or any of those retarded stories I make. Its gonna be one of my many historical fiction stories. I might as well post it here too.Since all yous put up the stories.Just thought you guys might want to know. It might not live up to standards though, but I think it will. You guys just wait for it.

You might be waiting for a while though. I gotta get my reasearch on the subject done.

I feel right now I must hold onto my bonds to rock and roll more than ever since school has once again come to tempt me with other types of music. I posted this last August on my different older accountthat was lost,so once again here is my list..

So heres my favorite Guitarists and the bands they're in.

1.Jimi Hendrix

2.Eric Clapton (Yardbirds, Cream, Derek & The Dominos, Solo)

3.Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin, Yardbirds, The Firm)

4.Pete Townshend (The Who)

5. Alex Lifeson(Rush)

6.David Gilmour (Pink Floyd, Solo)

7.Randy Rhoads (Quiet Riot, Ozzy)

8.Stevie Ray Vaughan (Stevie Ray Vaughan & Double Trouble)

9.Angus Young (AC/DC)

10.Ritchie Blackmore (Deep Purple, Rainbow, Blackmores Night)

11. Eddie Van Halen (Van Halen)

And my favorite Drummers.

1.Neil Peart (Rush)

2.John Bonham (Led Zeppelin)

3.Keith Moon (The Who)

4.Ian Paice (Deep Purple)

5.Tommy Aldridge (Ozzy Osbourne)

6.Bill Ward (Black Sabbath)

7.Mitch Mitchell (Jimi Hendrix Experience)

8.Ringo Starr (The Beatles)

9.Danny Carey (Tool)

10.Charlie Watts (Rolling Stones)

11.John Densmore (The Doors)

There it is for those about to rock.

Also, The Awakening was awesome. So much better than I expected from all the spoilers. It really shows you how great Season 3 will be. I'm very excited for The Headband because it looks like it will have a lot more humor and possibly action in it.

I'm beat to hell and my moms playing that stupid Mathew Sweet song. You know the one. I just finished my 3rd day of my new school, andmy first day of football. I haven't played football since 5th grade and now I remember how tired you are after playing. Not gonna be on much now that schools started, except on the weekend. My social lifes down the crapper and the only people I know are you guys. How in the world does anyone get anything done at this school? Maybe its just me but its tooquick paced. And it doesn't help with the staffs "No cell phone" pride. I mean theres like fifty security guards over the place and if they see someone with a cell phone, they're like "He's got a cell phone!!! Take him down!!!" and then they hit you with a taser. They definitely care more about security than the happiness and well being of their students. The clases are all right, except theres 8 of them and I'm used to 6.

At least the throbbing in my legs in finally gone and I'm not puking from heat stroke anymore. Lots of Avatar stuff going, huh? Too bad I can't enjoy it since I'm getting up at five and going to bed at eight. Plus footballs like, what, 3 hours long. So I'm getting home at 6 with 8 clases worth of homework. One things for sure, my blogging potential might have finally been realized. And also that I'm definitely not going to Tibet or Canada this year :(. I suppose I'm better well of then most, but it doesn't hurt to feel sorry for yourself once in a while, right?