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I’ve been playing Pokemon since I was a young kid, I’m 15 now. I recently threw away all my Pokemon Cards, sold my latest Pokemon game, and got rid of my books. I don’t own anything Pokemon now. When I was younger I would misbehave and get into trouble while being addicted to Pokemon. Now ever since I’ve got rid of Pokemon I haven’t gotten into any trouble but been better.
I got rid of Pokemon because I saw this video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqwgVo33dyA
The original video is in Spanish but it was translated in English. That girl spoke with clarity, she wasn’t nervous, she didn’t think of what to say it all came to her naturally, she didn’t say any “umms” in her interview.So I knew this video was true.
I’ve watched that video 3 times, first time I saw it I thought that Pokemon couldn’t be bad. Second time I began to start having doubt and started asking myself questions about Pokemon being evil. The third time I watched it I became convinced that Pokemon was satanic.
I owned a Pokemon site a while back, and I don’t want to be held responsible for anyone’s life if Pokemon is evil and they go to hell because I created it.I wanted to change my site’s theme but instead the members started to troll me.One of the sites I was affiliated with took advantage of this and stole some members from my site to theirs. So I left that site, deleted my account and never went back to it, only once or twice to check on it.
I also read two different articles. They’re both the opposite, one is defending Pokemon and giving positive statements, the other is saying negative things about Pokemon. These articles are both well written.
Negative article : http://www.landoverbaptist.org/news1099/pokemon.html
Positive article : http://leto_chan.tripod.com/pokemon/editorial9.html
I really don’t know what to believe, should I follow my own path? Or be another lemming and believe everything I hear on the Internet? I would like to hear your thoughts, especially if you’re a Priest because I’m a religious person, I’m Catholic.
I really don’t care if you say that God isn’t real, or the Devil isn’t real, your opinion doesn’t matter to me. Just because you never experienced anything, or have legit proof. That doesn’t mean they’re not real. I know they’re real, so kindly don’t say any negative things.

I’m very sure this idea has not come to ANYONE and it has nothing to do with the plot of the game. It has more to do with the functionality and purpose of the game. It is a win-win-win kind of Game. I wanted to share it with Blizzard but they’re so big they are flooded with people who have “ideas” Are there any smaller companies that might want to look at this?

From the core groups (ATCQ, JB, & De La) and any other affiliates.
BQ: Are there any newer rappers that you could see being in the Native Tongues if they came to the game earlier?

6/22/12 – 6/23/12
First dream was with Hex and Bajo, (if you don’t know them, they are TV hosts of a show called good game) they were playing Alex Kidd and near the beginning of the stage they found a secret level by glitching the game, after that they started playing champions online for some reason.
2nd dream, for some reason Sylvester Stallone was chasing me, i ran into my house and Arnaldo Schwarzenegger was my dad and he was just sitting on the sofa reading the paper
then Stallone came to my house in a helicopter, i grabbed a gun that shoots out rockets and eventually bought down the heli, Stallone walked in my house, i cannot remember what happened next.
This dream was a bit strange and awful
i met this little 8-11 year old girl i think she liked me, asked to me to help with get school project, something about a mosaic. i never showed up, until later because i was fighting Stallone, she forgave me but she got angry with me a lot screwing up a few time on her project, just then bullies came and started picking on her, of course i stepped in, i don’t know i felt like i needed to protect her, like a father figure, then they started picking on me, they stole stuff and started playing keep away, i cannot remember much after that point but i had a dream, yes a dream in a dream..it can happen.. i was grown up…well grown up more and the little girl was not a girl anymore she was like 20 something and i think we dated.. i cannot remember what happened next. just then the dream within the dream ended and we were back to our ages, and i was back with the little girl at the table with her project, just then the bullies came back, but it seemed this scene was the same as last time, so i knew exactly what they where going to do, with the keep away i grabbed the item straight away, they kept trying to steam from us but i wouldn’t let them and they were angry and surprised. after that school bell rang and everybody was going home, i walked to the bus stop but the bullies kept following me, when i got on the bus the girl was there to, she told me why she was angry and she liked me…….. i cannot remember what happened next (honest)
Just then i was in the dream within a dream again, this time it was at a market place. but this time i wasn’t my older version me, instead i was my self, and i can see the older version me walk by, (think of back to the future 2) then i heard one of the bully from before called out to the older me, he was an adult too, but my older me didn’t listen and walked away.
after that i confronted me, and told me i look familiar, he also told me the little girl i was with years ago, well he knocked her up and told me the baby next to him was his, the baby was around 3 weeks old, the baby looked kind of weird, like not a real baby in real life, but a baby is still a baby. this part i hated and wish i never dreamed it
i grabbed the baby and started punching it and punching it, it was bleeding everywhere, the bully didn’t seem to do anything he was like paused
i then realized what Ive done and i picked up the baby which was crying and i cuddled it and i was so sorry, i gave the baby to the bully, and i walked away and looked through the stalls.
i went to one stall, which had professional looking drawing pencils, i was interested in it, and i asked how much it was, the stall owner told me it was $399
after that i woke up
What does all this mean?

My horse is terrible about taking the bit.
He came from an abusive situation and it generally terrified of it. We’ve tried putting syrup, molasses, fruit roll up, etc. on the bit with no luck.
He’s a very picky eater and is much more affection reward affiliated. Are there any ways I can make taking the bit like a game for him?
I know there are methods out there that make taking the bit like a game and will make him look forward to taking it but I can’t find a decent explanation of how to do it.
Help?
PS- if you DO know how to help, could you maybe explain it in a step-by-step process?
Thanks!

I’m trying to write a book. I’m very interested with the Renaissance period. Please only people in the Italian Renaissance. I’m basing my story in Italy.
Last time I asked this question, people gave me events/people like Christopher Colombus and stuff.
I might be doing William Shakespear but I’m pretty sure he lived in England.
I HAVE played Assassin’s Creed 2 before. That is a wonderful game. I literaly love that game with all my heart. As you can tell, Assassin’s Creed 2 has inspired me. Plus, even before I knew about Assassin’s Creed, I have LOVED Italy.
You can list People and Events. If you can, can you tell me what happened. Just a quick summary. Sorry, I’m only 12. I do actually write well, I guess.
Here’s a quick story I wrote a long time ago, and then I trashed it.
CHAPTER ONE
VENICE, ITALY 1463
The moon glistened in the sky like silver treasure and the wind rustled through the trees. It was so beautiful at night. Sounds of crickets filled the air. Thieves worked outside constructing ashlars onto corrupted buildings for their punishment before their execution.
I could hear a few archers arguing on the roof above me. I had to stay quiet to remain inosservato.
I hated the new process. The Pope demanded safety to Venice for a secret reason. Archers were these guards with bow and arrows. Whoever climbed the rooftops were going to get shot. It was mostly for thieves or pickpockets that tried to flee.
Something from the sky fell on the ground. I was startled and cursed under my breath. It was very un-lady like to do such a thing.
“Che cosa è questo?” I whispered. I couldn’t take any chances of being caught by the archers.
I bent over to examine what had fallen from the sky. It was too dim outside to see anything in a far distance. Maybe it was hurt pigeon. My hands felt the object in every inch. It was made of rough leather with a few metal designs on it. I knew what it was strait away. It was a bracer; one of the archers must have dropped it.
Who was foolish enough to drop armor like this?
“Chell, my darling come back to the house before the guards capture you.” My mother whispered holding a crimson candle in her hand. I looked at the bracer and then back at her. She grabbed me by the arm and ran back to our home. My legs were weak and tired and I couldn’t go any further. I was out of breath. I stood there like a fool choking for air.
“Basta. We must go back home now.” My mother yelled. She ran ahead of me. Her body disappeared in the dark. I could still see the flame of the candle, though. I had no choice but to run after her. If a guard sees me outside this late with a stolen item, I must pray for my safety.
I managed to get my legs to start running again. I would be able to run faster if I weren’t bare footed and had a gown on. The flame bounced side to side. I laughed because I thought of how funny my mother was running.
The pebbles and hay on the ground irritated my feet, but I still kept going. My mother pushed the door open and yanked me inside.
She set the candle back on the herce. I stood there silent with the bracer still in my hands. “Where did you get this? Chell, do you know how much trouble you can get in? Do you want to be like the thieves outside sweeping the streets?” she asked peaking through the window.
In Venice, if you are ever caught stealing you can be put to a death sentence. My father, he was executed for stealing a sack of apples at the market. The guards cornered him on a boat and killed him on the spot. I was only six when this had happened. That was eleven years ago. My mother and I have been very cautious about taking stuff that was not ours. We often paid for everything. We never argued when the people demanded more money for such “fine” vegetables, fruits, and clothing.
My mother had always told me to not steal anything from anybody. We were wealthy enough to buy anything we want. That made me question the reason why father had stolen the sack of apples.
Imagine if you TOOK a guard’s or an archer’s armor. Small armor cost about 1800 Florins. They will assume you stole the armor for money and you will be put for a death sentence. Even if you try to explain that you did not know, you will be accused of finding lost property and not returning it to the church.
Once the Archer finds out his bracer isn’t there anymore, he will know somebody had stolen it. Luckily, I was in the community courtyard. It was a good distance away from my home. The archer will suspect people who live close by.