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Story Telling / Comments on Paper NSM and the Thousand Year Door
« on: August 26, 2015, 04:56:03 AM »
Thank you MarioPianist for this inspiration! :)

This story, take it like a side dish! While you're waiting for Latios, Trains, and MarioPianists' main course, the best story, just kill time by reading this! Or don't! Whatever you want!

Please comment here and not on the other one! Thank you!

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Off-Topic / Chemistry Help Topic
« on: August 25, 2015, 10:49:58 PM »
I read all the chemistry stuff yesterday and it seemed really interesting. Since I have nothing better to at Paris (since I'm staying there for a really long time), I decided to strengthen my chemistry knowledge, so I just typed on the internet: Step by Step Chemistry Guide, and I'm taking an "online course."
Any information I need help with, I will put here, so I will greatly appreciate it if the chemistry experts could help me. I won't be asking for answers. I will be putting solved problems for correction and criticism. Thanks guys!

Ionic Vs Covalent Bond
There are two types of atomic bonds - ionic bonds and covalent bonds. They differ in their structure and properties. Covalent bonds consist of pairs of electrons shared by two atoms, and bind the atoms in a fixed orientation. Relatively high energies are required to break them (50 - 200 kcal/mol). Whether two atoms can form a covalent bond depends upon their electronegativity i.e. the power of an atom in a molecule to attract electrons to itself. If two atoms differ considerably in their electronegativity - as sodium and chloride do - then one of the atoms will lose its electron to the other atom. This results in a positively charged ion (cation) and negatively charged ion (anion). The bond between these two ions is called an ionic bond.
By reading this passage online, it confused me all the more. It says that covalent bonds consist of pairs of electrons shared by two atoms and bind the atom so they are fixed. And for the ionic bond, it says the bond between these an ion(cation) and negatively charged ion (anion), forms it. That is just plain confusing. So what they are basically saying is that covalent bonds are basically unbreakable bonds that stick together and ionic bonds are 2 weird stuff (ions and cations) that are easy to break? Am I understanding this correctly?

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Help! / Orchestral Arrangements
« on: August 03, 2015, 04:57:27 AM »
Just a quick question. I know you guys don't allow instrumentals like harp, guitar, drums, bass, etc, but if I were to create a song on Finale that included instruments besides piano, is there a place to submit it? Not for the main site, but just for listening purposes. And will I be able to use someone's piece (with their permission) and just add other instruments to it? And yes, I will give them the full credit.

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Story Telling / Depression
« on: August 03, 2015, 02:58:06 AM »
I feel like writing stories. Writing has helped me in many different ways and I feel like I could release some of the stress and depression through writing. In these stories, you will meet different types of girls who have been through hardships and depressions. They keep it inside of them until they can't take it anymore.
WARNING:THIS STORY IS EXTREMELY DARK. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. SUICIDE, DEATH, DEPRESSION, ETC ARE ALL PRESENT.

The Life of Anna Lee (Suicide through slit wrist)
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Hello. My name is Anna Lee. I am a 18 year old girl who has been suffering from depression for an extremely long time. I am a high school drop out. Everyone at my school teases me and even the teachers don't understand. The counselors treat me like crap and my parents hate me. Yes, you heard me correctly. My parents hate me. I wasn't the perfect little girl my parents expected me to be. I was in fact quite the opposite. I hung out with the wrong crowd, fought, stole, cussed, and did many more things that my parents didn't appreciate. My parents never spoke to me now, even if I wanted to speak to them, they would ignore me. This one time, I tried to start a conversation with them. They ignored me. I got so mad I threatened to kill myself and I held a kitchen knife to prove my point. They didn't spare me a glance. I was in shock and I was overcome with rage. The kitchen knife thunked to the ground as I realized they wouldn't care if I killed myself. I had been holding all this in for quite a while. The pressure inside me was growing and growing. Until now, I had found no purpose in life. I would hold in the tears until night then I would pour them all out. I would run away from my house at midnight to this cemetery near my house where I would kneel on a grave, crying. The cemetery's dark atmosphere would always help to calm me down. I felt drawn to the cemetery and I spent most of my time at the graveyard. I knelt down as overwhelming sadness yet again consumed me. I spent the next 3 hours crying to my hearts content. The wind picked up as the temperature dropped dangerously.
"Anna, Anna," a voice moaned as I whirled around.
I couldn't find anyone as I started shaking.
"Anna," the voice whispered again.
"W-who's there?" I cautiously asked as the cemetery was once again consumed by silence.
I should've ran away, but I couldn't. I stayed in place.
"Anna Lee is it?" the voice whispered.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Just a figment of your imagination. I am a demon, a nightmare, created by your deepest fears," it cackled.
"What do you want with me?" I asked.
"Why do you live life as it is? You know life will only turn out to be a living hell," he snarled, "No one to love, no one to be loved by, lonely, depressed. Why don't you....end your life?"
"Why would I do that?" I asked.
"Are you that stupid Anna?" it asked as I flinched, "Do you think anyone here loves you? You are just a pathetic little fool who lives life, knowing clearly well that it will yield no fruits. Your parents hate you Anna."
I growled. It did have a point.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
It laughed.
"Give me permission to control your fate. To be tied to you by blood," it said, "I will make sure your pain will be short. I can promise you that. It will be painful for this moment, but when it's over, you will be filled with no more pain."
I smiled sickly. My brain wasn't functioning properly and I was blinded by depression and sadness so I agreed.
"I give you permission to control my fate," I said shakily, "Come in me and make my pain go away."
It laughed as I doubled over on the floor. My vision immediately went blurry as the world seemed spinning round and round.
"Fool," the voice growled as I felt myself lose all control of my body.
Mumbling incoherent words, I stumbled to my house and opened the door. I went to the kitchen and found a switchblade resting on the counter.
"Grab it," the voice hissed as I reached over to grab the blade. My parents turned to me, then turned back to the television.
I stumbled outside back to the graveyard, switchblade in hand as I knelt on the floor, my face deathly pale.
"Cut," the voice whispered, "Your wrist."
I hovered the blade to my wrist, but I immediately retracted.
"I can't," I whispered.
"Cut. It. Now," the voice said again with stronger force, blurring my vision.
I hovered my knife over my wrist again and rested the blade on a major artery. I winced as I felt cold hard steel touching my flesh. I suddenly was overcome with flashbacks.
"Do you think we actually love you?!"
"You are just pathetic! Pathetic!"
"You should just kill yourself you stupid little girl. You are a miserable failure."
"You little b****. To think that any of us would love you."

"Stop! Stop!" I exclaimed, but nothing happened.
"You deserve to die!"
"You're not my family anymore."
"I don't know you anymore Anna. You are now just a past."

In rage, I cut my wrist as blood began freely squirting out. I laughed manically as I felt the dirt turn red as the smell of my blood invaded my nostrils. I gripped my wrist tightly with my right hand as I felt blood flowing in it. I felt my vision weakening. I was dying. My vision became cloudy as all those memories rushed back to me. When I was a little girl, free from all this pain and suffering. When I actually had parents I loved. When I actually...when I actually.........................................

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PC / Left 4 Dead+Left 4 Dead 2
« on: July 26, 2015, 06:34:42 AM »
Do any of you play Left 4 Dead or Left 4 Dead 2? That game is pretty cool. Since I have nothing better to do, PC games and Nintendo games are my life. So....any hardcore Left 4 Dead 2 players here?

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Music / Bands or music group?
« on: July 25, 2015, 05:35:59 AM »
Whats your favorite band or singing group, if you have one?
I personally enjoy listening to some rock bands. Greenday has some cool stuff.

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Story Telling / A poem for Trains!
« on: July 24, 2015, 05:45:15 PM »
This a poem for Trains! Love you!
If I thought for one moment
That if my heart had it's last beat
I'd thank the Lord greatly
For allowing us to meet
You helped me through thick and thin
You brought a smile to my face
You belong in my heart
I swear, nothing will tear us apart
Even though time may strain our bond
We will come out renewed, just as strong
I thank God everyday for my blessing
Where would I be without you?
You are like a guardin angel from above
You look after me as the others give up and run
When my pain brings me down
I just don't know what to do
But then I think of you
And it helps me through
You were there for me when I needed you
You cared for me when I cried to you
You fought for me when I couldn't stand
You held me up with a giving hand
Words can't express what you mean to me
I love you very much
Thank you for always being there for me Train
When I die, I will always remember you, even in the Afterlife
Love you Trains!! And thank you once again!!  :)

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Help! / What to choose?
« on: July 23, 2015, 10:01:28 PM »
A Super Paper Mario arrangement project should me made! Complicated songs, but yields positive results!! What will be the best for me to arrange? Opinions are greatly respected.
Link:
Birth of the Chaos Heart: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VxfYuELKug&index=10&list=PL6akIKaXBeU33xyx-X733FALFHQbFNACA
Bowser Battle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjvgqV6EF5k&index=14&list=PL6akIKaXBeU33xyx-X733FALFHQbFNACA
Count Bleck's Plan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkSRFoQaPmo&index=33&list=PL6akIKaXBeU33xyx-X733FALFHQbFNACA
King Croacus Battle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ja7hBGdFpRI&index=65&list=PL6akIKaXBeU33xyx-X733FALFHQbFNACA
River Twigz Bed: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YeeVhz_iXw&index=106&list=PL6akIKaXBeU33xyx-X733FALFHQbFNACA

And if one is already arranged, please tell me, so I don't do a repeat. Thanks!

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Feedback / Apology
« on: July 23, 2015, 06:28:16 AM »
Sorry if this is in the wrong topic, but I would like to apologize to Hero of Trains, Latios, and CQK for not responding to your messages. Looks like I reached 20 PM's per hour so sorry about that! I will get back to you tomorrow! Good night!  :)

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Story Telling / Paper NSM and the Thousand Year Door
« on: July 23, 2015, 06:12:01 AM »
Alright! New story alert! Super Mario Galaxy was just a starter and since it has no actual storyline, I decided to shift to the Paper Mario series with agreement from some people. So here it is! I will post a prologue either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Here are the characters so far. If you want to be added, just PM me. And remember, don't comment here!
Hero of Trains
Maelstrom
Latios
Pianist
CQK
MLF
Nocturne of Shadow
Don Valentino
Dudeman
ThatGamer
Nebbles
Blueflower
JDMEK
Insig
Maestro
Altissimo
Tobbeh

(More to be added soon)

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Help! / Other instruments
« on: July 23, 2015, 02:11:25 AM »
If I want to post an arrangement with multiple instruments, where does it go? (If by any chance this site accepts it)

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Story Telling / Super Maya Galaxy 1
« on: July 21, 2015, 06:05:17 AM »
Gather around folks. Today, I will tell you the story of my visit to the galaxies. It was amazing as I met Rosalina, fought Bowser, heard epic music, and many more. Let me tell you this tale about my visit to the galaxies!
Prologue: Introduction
"Sweet dreams everyone," I murmured to no one in particular as sleep overcame me.
My eyelids drooped as I had beaten Super Mario Galaxy 1 for the umpteenth time.
"I wish I was in Mario's shoes for once," I sighed as my head touched my soft pillow as I instantly fell asleep.
"Maya," a voice whispered, "Maya."
My eyelids slowly opened as the soft voice rushed over me. I soon came face to face with a beautiful girl. She had pale blond hair that cascaded down to her back. She wore a teal dress that matched her eyes and she had on a crown.
"Who are you?" I asked as I backed away.
"Relax Maya," she whispered, "My name is Rosalina. I have come to grant you your wish. You wished to experience the galaxies and now you shall experience it."
I looked around wildly to find a huge dome like structure that was floating in space. I soon realized that I was in space and that I was breathing...normally.
"How can I breathe so normally?" I asked, "Aren't I supposed to be choking because of the lack of air?"
She smiled softly.
"In this place, you can do the extraordinary," she spoke, "It will be completely different from Earth. Feel free to explore this area. Some places are dark as you can see because the grand stars have been stolen by Bowser."
"Bowser," I repeated, "That horny turtle dragon dude?"
She giggled.
"You have a way with words young one," she told me as I laughed with her.
"I get that a lot," I replied, "Anyways, I'm guessing I will have to go to galaxies to retrieve stars and restore power to this place?"
She nodded, "Exactly like that. I have to tell you, you won't be able to leave here until you collect all the stars and defeat Bowser and you can die. If you die, you will end up here. Although you can never cease to exist, you can feel the pain of dying so try not to die, ok?"
I nodded as I took in the view of this whole place.
"This place is really really beautiful," I muttered as I saw Luma's flying around.
One small Luma flew over to Rosalina and rested on her shoulders.
"Ooh, is that a Luma?" I asked, "They are so cute!"
It twirled in response and gave me a quick nick as it flew away. All Rosalina did was smile.
"I think I'll get started with these missions," I told her as she nodded.
"You should do that Maya," Rosalina replied, "You know where to go, right?"
"Yep!" I exclaimed, "Hardcore Mario fangirl here! First stop, Good Egg Galaxy in the Terrace! See you Rosalina!"
"Stay safe young hero," she said as she waved at me.
I returned it as I entered the Terrace.
"Well, here goes nothing," I murmured as my official Galaxy adventure began.
Here was the Introduction. How was it? Chapter 1 tomorrow! Stay tuned!

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Off-Topic / A Poem for My Mother
« on: July 20, 2015, 04:55:29 PM »
Here it is  :'( :'(
The 3 year anniversary of my mom's death. I dedicate this poem to her.

My Mother
Oh mother, it has been 3 years already
I bawl my eyes out just thinking of you
Your warm, lustrous hair
Your perfect smile
Taken from this world too soon
Why did you have to leave me so soon?
I have lost almost everyone
I was scared when I saw you dead
Your dilated eyes showed fear as you lay in your own blood
Your death haunts me still as I wake up in a pool of sweat, screaming, clutching my own throat
The true meaning of life has escaped me
What is life? Why am I still living?
Oh mother, I will join you soon enough
I will hopefully be reunited with you in heaven
Even if I am cast in hell, I will forever remember you
I have lost many of my friends
I have fallen into depression
I have been completely shut off from the world, but I do not care
The only memory I have left of you is a single blood stained picture
You were smiling, I was smiling, it was the perfect moment
These scars traced down my arms remind me of you
The dried caked blood that will forever remain there for you mother
The tears I've shed have turned red
Just like the blood flowing down me
You were the best and you never lost patience with me, even when I was really really bad
There is a dark cloud over my life, all the flowers have wilted away
My heart turns blacker and blacker each passing day
I will soon fade away
I love you very much mother
I will join you soon enough
I miss you very much
Please, never leave me
I love you :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(

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Help! / Home-Made Compositions
« on: July 20, 2015, 05:39:16 AM »
For homemade compositions, is it a place where people put songs they composed?

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Story Telling / The Story of My Life~
« on: July 19, 2015, 07:05:30 AM »
Hey guys, I just found about this and I decided I wanted to put a personal story of my life. This is all the truth and NONE of these are made up. Some points, it will get dark, but don't worry. I just want to show everyone who I am, what sexism has done to me, and how my life is miserable right now. This is a story of me.....told to the best of my memory. Some parts in the beginning I know, because I watched the recording of what happened when I was young.
My Story
     July 20, 2001 is the day I was born. The hospital's bright light and the cold was just too much for me as I bawled my eyes out, unable to adjust to the cold. I could see 4 figures crowded around me. It was my mother, father, and 2 older brothers.
"It's a girl!" the nurse told my overjoyed parents.
"She's a real cutie," my father cooed while pinching me on my cheeks.
I only cried as I was still unable to adjust to this new surrounding.
"She looks just like me," mother whispered as she stared at me lovingly.
I could see my brothers staring at me curiously, but other then that, they didn't do much. I felt much warmer as the nurse wrapped me in a blanket as my crying slowly ceased.
"This is such a wonderful day," my mother silently cried.
Little did she know, our lives would turn into a literal hell. I spent my childhood as normal as almost anyone's childhood would be. Nothing eventful happened until I was 10 years old. My brother Kevin, who was 17 at that time bought me a 3DS. Now, I couldn't care less about any games until that day.
"Why'd you buy me this?" I asked, "I don't play any Nintendo games."
All he did was smile.
"You should check it out," he told me, "Here, I bought you Super Mario 3D Land."
All I could do was roll my eyes. Mario games? Seriously? Who did he think I was? I didn't touch the DS until August 4th. I was bored and I had absolutely nothing to do so I thought, "Heck, why don't I just try it?"
Immediately after I tried playing the game, I was hooked. I refused to put down my DS. When I ate, I played. When I studied, I played. Heck, when I was taking a bath, I played. When it was bedtime, I played for about an hour and I beat the whole game in no time. That was when Mario latched on to me and I was just obsessed. I began researching about our plumber and realized he was insanely popular right now with the Paper Mario series and the Galaxy series. I wanted to buy a Wii and I begged my father. I was a conceited brat back then and only now, do I truly realize how much of a brat I was. And of course, being daddy's little girl, he couldn't refuse. He had to work overtime to scrape up the money and I still didn't fricking care. He was really tired, but I just cared about me. I hate myself now for that and I just want to hurt myself for hurting my father. I bought the Wii and the Galaxy series. At first, I didn't think it would be that fun until I played it. The 2 things I focused the most on Galaxy was the galaxies themselves and the music. I couldn't care less about the music until I went to Buoy Base Galaxy, Gusty Garden, and Space Junk. When I first landed on Space Junk, I was eager to get the stars until the soft piano sound came. I dropped my controller and just stood mesmerized by the sweet sound. That was when I payed attention to every music in the game and I loved in. My passion for Mario just raised tenfold. (I didn't figure out NinSheet until 2014 :/). After beating Galaxy, I wanted to try out the Paper Mario series so I asked my dad if I could buy it. My dad said we were in a serious crisis right now and asked me to wait, but I didn't. (SHEEEET, I really hate myself at this point. It is taking all my self control to not bash my face in.) I pressured him everyday. I wouldn't stop until he bought me Paper Mario. He told me my mother was in serious danger and guess what I fricking did!!! I didn't give a *******! I heard my mother sobbing at night and occasionally going to the bathroom to throw up, but I didn't care, and I didn't know what was wrong with her. I asked her, but then she just said she was sick. She said she would be fine and should just focus on myself. My mother got worse and worse, each passing day and then came July 20, 2012, my 11th birthday, a Friday. My mom was a stay at home mom while my dad worked and my brother's went to school. I came early, since it was a Friday. I came earlier than everyone else and I rang the door. No answer. I rang it again and shouted, "Mom!" No answer. I banged on the door, but she didn't come out. I took out my spare key and opened the door. I was breathing hard because I knew something bad had happened. I had this weird feeling in my gut. When I went in, I screamed. I saw my a birthday cake on the table with my mom on the floor. There were blood stains all over the table and my mom was laying facedown in a pool of blood. I turned her over and she looked horrible. All I could do was call my mother's name, cry, and hold her hard. I spent around an hour just bawling my eyes out until my brothers came. They too were really surprised and they immediately called my dad and the police. I was just crying and crying and thinking that this was all my fault. I had been a big jerk and God was repaying me by killing my mom. The ambulance got here first, followed my father. A EMT tried pulling me away from my mother, but I fought back. Nothing would tear me apart from my mother.
"Honey, your mom is dead. Please let go of her," a paramedic begged.
"I won't let you take her away from me! Let go of me!" I screamed at him and refused to let go.
My father came up, tears in his eyes and gently pulled me away. I wanted to fight back, to just punch him, but I realized all this was my fault. I had caused this. I didn't fight my dad as he carried me to my room. After about an hour of crying, my body just shut off and I fell asleep. I had a dream, a nightmare.
"You have caused all this!" I heard a demonic voice hiss.
" You killed your own mother!" another voice screamed at me."
"No, no!" I yelled while clutching my head.
I heard weird chanting as I couldn't breathe. I was clutching my throat hard as my vision blurried.

I woke up to see myself clutching my throat, writhing around. I immediately released the grip and began breathing hard. My throat hurt a lot as my neck was really red. I thought this had been all a dream. My mother was alive. When I went down, I saw my father and brothers gone, but there was a note on the table.
(I didn't know until later that my mom suffered from congestive heart failure, due to mitral stenosis.)
They were at the hospital, and they told me to go to school and don't beat myself up. I got prepared and went to school and I refused to talk to anyone. My grades started slipping as I started hanging out with my friends less. Instead, I would focus mostly on games and everytime I heard the Space Junk Galaxy music, I would just break down. It reminds me of my mother's death and that is why Space Junk has a special place in my heart. It would be until 2013 that I would break out of my solitary shell and begin conversing with my friends again. It was a bad mistake. I thought it'd be pretty cool to tell others that I loved playing Mario games and I told all my friends. Well, the boys made fun of me when I told them. They thought that girls can't play Mario games and since it's LA, they always come up with reasons to insult you. I was the "highlight" of my school. I was teased almost everytime for liking Mario.
"Why would you play Mario games?"
"It's not for girls."
"Are you really a girl, cause you sure don't act like one."
"I think dying would be a better option for you, you lowly bi***."
I slowly lost all my friends because of my difference.
The insults got harsher and harsher.
"I would slap the shi** outta you, but that would be animal abuse."
"Have you been shopping lately? They're selling lives there. You should go there."
"You are fu***** weird, you know that?"
I got so pissed I just blew up at them. I began telling them of my mother's death, but that didn't stop them.
"She died because she didn't want to witness your failure."
"I'll bet your mom's happy just because she doesn't have to put up with your sh** anymore."
I couldn't take it anymore. I ditched school and I just lost all hope in life.
"What is the meaning of life?" Was the thought that came up to me.
"If I died, would anyone care?"
I truly didn't think anyone would care so at the 18th of November, 2013, I planned to kill myself. I knew that even if I was dead, no one would care. I searched up 'Ways To Kill Myself' and I read through the list. Hanging, Drowning, Poisoning, Wrist Slitting, and options like that popped up. I decided to slit my wrists and hopefully hit a major artery because I was scared to do anything else. I got a switchblade out of the kitchen and ran upstairs to the bathroom. I was feeling woozy, so I forgot to lock the bathroom door. I turned on the lights and fully clothed, I went inside the bathtub. I lightly traced the blade up my wrist and I shuddered. At first, I couldn't do it.
"Would anyone care if you died?" My thoughts spoke, "You killed your mother. It was all your fault. You deserve to die. You are nothing, you are pathetic."
My mother....that did it. It was over. I got the knife and began digging it in my wrist. I clenched my teeth as pain shot up. I hissed as I finally made a hole and blood began spilling out of my wrist.......

I'm so sorry guys. I don't think I could write anymore today. I'm crying so hard right now and it's just soo hard. These memories are haunting me everyday......

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