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If anyone sees this, can a moderator change the title? I was hoping to make this a series, but the title doesn't really convey it... :blush: Just change it to [TL&TL] Battle for the Flag, please. Without the italic lettering, of course.

Okay, thanks, everyone! I honestly think that this wasn't exactly the best story ever, but somehow that got proved wrong. I'll try to use the advice, unless I forget on TLSB (Story #2, The Lag Strikes Back). I would like to add pictures of the chat, but Thunderleaf doesn't play Tanki anymore :(.

Yes, but I'm not sure that many people would like to (or have the time to) rhyme their way through a 400+ word poem. And the only teacher who've ever mentioned/taught poetic beat was a substitute teacher who by the way also lied to my regular teacher on reading a poem about something weird that she never did. So the only source I have for beat is frankly, a kind of bad source.

Nah, it's just for fun, Just to see if it can be done. And Chat Box, it was fun writing this with you; So does anyone have a request for part two?

Wow, thanks, Sacrifice, Don't worry, your rhyming was nice! ;)

Hehe that never happened to me, but I still got hacked twice. <_< I mean, how does that even work?! Anyway, it's a great story! I wonder what will happen next to Carter... ;) Can't wait for Chapter 2!

Kaisdf, yes, this is supposed to be a poem of us talking back and forth. As for the rhymes, well to say the least, it was fun thinking of rhymes. Thanks for the mini-lesson on dashes and hyphens :). The dashes were kind of supposed to indicate where someone's part cuts off and where the other one starts, but quotes are okay. Um, I thought 'it's' means 'it is', right? So technically 'it's summer break, isn't it' is right... Or at least, that was how I was taught. :unsure:

I'm not sure. I'm currently trying to find other stuff that's cool (for example, 81 squared is 6561; 6-5=1, and add another 6 into the middle) but so far 61 was the only number that happened to have something like that. 22/7 isn't Pi's exact decimal, as it is 3.14285...

Nothing in the world is free, there is always a price. What's the point of forum games?

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What if you don't change the names and do a play-on-words thing like you did with <Thankos> <Cap> <Tarantula> and <Crusher>? For example, let's say the Taylor Swift Paint. You could rename it to <Agility> because 'Swift' and 'Agility' mean basically the same thing. Or let's say the 5SoS (5 Seconds of Summer) Paint. You could rename it to <10 Seconds of Gameplay> (Okay, I don't know about that one) so it'd be similar but not copyrighted. Then for the Green Day Paint you could name it <Earth Day>. See what I mean? Of course, the paints will look like the pop artist and that, but the name would be slightly changed so the copyright issues won't be in effect.

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I wish people realized that everything they say or do to someone else, it affects them in some way, even if they don't admit it. All it takes is one word, one action, one anything to change someone, probably not for the better. Or it could start out small- one incident where two people get mad, or one small comment about something that piles and snowballs up into a bigger deal than it would've been if it had just stopped. I wish people realized that even though everyone's different in some way, we are still connected on the inside, and you can change someone's life. If it's for the better or worse is up to what you do, but you're in charge of it. To have so much over one person, even if it's a natural thing, isn't exactly the fairest thing in the world, is it? So I wish people realized that everything they do or say affects others, and they should be more aware of that. Sorry for the long rant, but I really needed to get the message out, even in a forum game. Please if anyone finds this rant interesting or at least worth mentioning, pass on the message. And yes, I'm aware that I probably broke a rule on making this so long, but it's really only one wish with details surrounding it.

Okay, I'm not sure if someone has already said something like this, but a few months ago, I just had an impulsive idea to do 61 squared (Yes, I have tons of impulsive ideas that ultimately leads to something cool/weird). And apparently, the answer to that is 3,721. 3*7=21. Cool way to remember it, huh? (Not that anyone will ever encounter that problem but still) (And yes, I have a bad habit of memorizing random math facts, mostly a two-digit number squared) Oh, and while we're on the Pi Day topic, there's a site called http://mypiday.com that shows you where your birthday (or any other date) appears in Pi. It's actually pretty awesome. Mine is in the millionth or something digit of Pi. And also while we're at the Pi subject, how many digits of Pi can you recite? And please be honest, don't just copy and paste it from some site (or paste it from mine). I know 3.1415926535879323846264833, but don't count on it being 100% correct. Ziv, the answer to your question is... *applause, please, this question is very hard* 2 (two)! Wow, I had no idea. ;)

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~Chapter 2~ Suddenly, I felt some feathers in my beak. I opened my eyes slowly, not believing what had just happened. There they were, my brother’s bright red feathers holding me up. A few of my own feathers were folded and I lost a lot of feathers in the dive. Bright red feathers were swirling beside me. It would've looked pretty if I didn’t know they were mine, or that they marked my complete failure in flying. “What happened?” I asked. We were still high up in the sky and we were falling, little by little. “I caught you when you were falling. I thought I could hold you up and fly, but I guess I can’t fly with a chick on my back yet. The only thing I can carry on my back are a few worms... well, if anyone somehow puts some there,” he responded, too focused on keeping us aloft, but still adding humor into his answer. I tried lifting my weight so it would be easier for Stripes to carry me. “Mom! We kinda need some help here, so could you come down to get us?” I asked, trying to help my brother more by calling Mom. She would be strong enough to fly with me... hopefully. When Mom came to help us my heart filled with joy. She flew out of the nest with a gracefulness that even Rose couldn't compete with. “Stripes, go get some prey! We’ll need it for Lucky to recover. Lucky, don’t panic. Try to slow your fall by flapping your wings,” Mom commanded so calmly, anyone would think nothing was happening. I flapped my wings, forcing them to move, but they were aching so much I stopped. “Hold on!” Mom shouted. I flopped on her, knocking her down a little, but she regained balance quickly. Mom quickly flew me back up to the nest, with me digging my beak in her feathers. They were so comfortable and snug. She laid me on the most comfortable place in the nest, right where I had just organized the feathers. They were soft and comfortable, and I huddled down. “Will I be alright?” I asked Mom. “You will. Just be normal,” She comforted me. Soon, my brother flew in with two worms in his beak. He gave one to me and one to Mom. “That was fast!” I chirped, surprised. “I thought you’d want a snack after flying with a little chick on your back,” he explained. He went to talk with Rose about how he caught me when I was falling. “I was searching for worms, when I heard Lucky falling. I thought, Lucky is falling! Why isn’t anyone getting him?" Stripes spread out his wings to gesture how he had felt. "Then, I realized that there weren’t any other birds that could see him. I knew I didn’t have the strength to hold him up, so I panicked. I figured that I was the only one that would reach him in time, so I...” Soon, his never-ending chirps grew hackneyed, and I dozed off. I rested for a few days to regrow all the feathers I lost from the fall. All I really did was eat, talk, and rest. Sometimes I would smooth out the folded feathers, but that grew mundane quickly. A few days later, I was healthy enough to try flying again, or so I thought. This time, Mom gave me tips about how to fly before I went, flap a little, pause and flap again. That way, I could save my energy and glide. Now that I knew that, I wanted to do it myself without anyone watching. I went out to the rim at midnight. “Wow,” I said, looking at the night sky. It was beautiful. The moon was round and bright, shining down on me, as if it were encouraging me to fly. I soaked in all of the moonlight, and I felt as if I could take on anything. I pushed off the rim of the nest and started to fly as best as I could. My wings pushed through the air, trying to keep my whole body in the air. I was still falling little by little, but I could push myself up again. I felt comfortable flying with the air under my wings, supporting me. “Meow,” I heard a cat. I looked down. There was an orange tabby cat with clear, bright yellow eyes, pointed straight at me. I panicked. What if I fell and the cat ate me? I pushed that thought away. I wouldn’t fall that easily, now that I had kind of got the hang of it. Still, I curved around back to my nest, flapping my wings hurriedly this time. “You’re not going to eat me that easily!” I chirped at the cat. I didn’t notice it, but there was a tree branch ahead of me. I crashed into it and plummeted down toward the ground, again. This time, my brother and Mom were asleep. No one was here to get me. I shot out my wings, hoping to catch a drift in the night sky, but it seemed as if everything in nature had abandoned me. I plummeted down, the ground rushing toward me, just like last time. I don’t think it is normal for a bird to fall like this, not that falling is normal for a bird. And this was the second time I’d fallen in a couple of days. I felt myself getting closer to the cat… Maybe it was already opening its mouth so it could eat me… I squeezed my eyes shut, and curled into myself protectively, hoping the cat would finish its job quickly.

Okay, so this is just a question, and not supposed to insult anyone, but... are the moderators really busy or something? I might've submitted a topic nearly two weeks ago that didn't get approved yet. :unsure:

Author's Note: ~Chapter 1~ I was warm and cozy under some of my mom’s softest feathers, a little newborn baby cardinal, with beady black eyes. It was a little dark, but that didn’t matter. So far, all I had done was sleep, sleep, sleep. My name’s Lucky, by the way. My sister’s name is Rose (in remembrance of the time she fell into a rosebush, according to Mom) and my brother’s name is Stripes (for the faint, red stripes on his feathers). It’s unnatural for a bird to have one egg at a time, like my egg, but I guess my family is unique. Rose and Stripes were born at the same time, so I’m the only unnatural one, but it gives me something that makes me... well, me. Stripes’ wings were weaker than Rose’s, so he learned to fly way after Rose did. Also, according to Mom, there was another male bird in the family, someone called Dad. I’ve never met him, and I wasn’t sure Rose or Stripes had either. They’ve never mentioned him before. I’d only just gotten comfortable when my siblings flew into our nest, chirping about how fun flying was. It wasn’t fair that all my other siblings got to fly everyday. All the fun stuff about being a bird was too dangerous for me, like flying. My wings still had weak muscles that wouldn’t support me if I tried to fly, but my wings were almost fully fledged, so I knew it would be soon. It’s summer right now, so I think it would feel great to fly around and get wind under my wings. “Lucky, tomorrow I think you’ll ready to fly a little. Just once around the nest and back, okay? If you don’t think you can make it, tell me, okay?” That was my mom, in her cautious-but-caring self. “Why are you telling me now?” I was curious. She could have made it a surprise for me. Still, perfect timing. I was just thinking about flying. “Well, I’m getting old, so I might not remember. You can remind me. Besides, you'll have something to look forward to tomorrow,” Mom chirped. “Wow, I think you’re the best mom ever! I always wanted to go flying! I don’t think any mom has let a bird that was five days old fly! You’re great! Will you teach me? Will I get to fly off on my own? Will I? Do you think I would get used to it on the first try? Oh, I can’t wait!” I was so excited. If I’d heard better news right then, (and I don’t think I could,) I would explode from all the excitement. Rose always said that if a bird (it doesn’t matter which) got too excited, it would explode. I didn't think that was true, but then I've never seen a bird so happy before. “Well, everything depends… But most birds learn quickly. If I had to teach you, you’d still get to fly, but later. But it’s unlikely that you will get it the first time,” Mom chirped. I stopped listening after ‘quickly’. I was dreaming about soaring in the open sky, feeling the wind ripping through my feathers. Finally a chance to prove myself to Rose and Stripes! Just wait and see! That night, I woke up to the sound of my sister chirping about how she saw a worm just out in the open. “It was right in front of me! Does it even know how to hide? I think even newborns could catch that meal!” Rose was making my tiny ears hurt, and it wasn’t really that important. It’s just a worm! I thought, exasperated. “Um, Rose, could you quiet down a little? Lucky’s still sleeping,” Stripes whispered. Wow, he didn’t even notice I was awake? I thought angrily. But I kept my eyes closed and listened to the conversation. “Go back to sleep. It’s not even sunrise yet! I don’t know what you’re doing in the middle of the night, but can you please quiet down! If you want to get a snack, that’s okay, but don’t make a fuss about it!” Mom said. That shut them up. I would ask Rose tomorrow why she went out. I don’t think the only reason was just to get a snack. “Wake up, Lucky! New day, new things to do!” The first thing I heard was Mom calling me. “Don’t keep your sister waiting!” How did I forget about flying? I don’t usually forget about important things like that! Well, come to think of it… I’d only been born a few days ago. I didn’t have enough time to forget things. “I’m coming! Just wait for me to get up,” I said, shaking off Mom's feathers and rearranging them back into their pile. It was my first day getting out of the nest! I stretched my wings. I’m going to use them a lot today. I glanced around. “Where’s Stripes?” I asked, noticing he was gone. “Oh, he’s just catching food for us,” Rose chirped. What? I wanted my brother to watch. Well, at least Rose and Mom were there. “When I’m flying, will I fall?” I asked. Mom sympathized, “Don’t worry about falling. When I flew for the first time, I fell three times before I got it right. Every bird has to fall. No one has ever flown on their first try." Great. Now I was nervous. “Yeah, remember when Stripes first tried flying? He fell and you had to fly down to get him back in the nest,” laughed Rose. Was that supposed to make me feel better? “Will it hurt?” I asked. “Well, it depends. If you just jumped off, it would hurt a lot. It might even damage your wing or bend it, if you’re lucky. And you are, right?" Mom laughed. "If it’s pretty low, it will hurt less.” That kinda made me feel better, especially the joke about my name, but I was still shaking in my feathers. Now I wasn't sure I wanted to fly. What if I hurt my wing? I didn’t want to stay in the nest until my wing healed. Still, I wanted to feel the wind under my wings, and have a great time soaring in the sky, feeling the wind in my feathers when I went into a dive for prey. “I’m ready,” I said, trying to sound excited. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I had been thinking about this moment every day (well, for five days, since I‘d only been born five days ago, not counting today), and now, I had a feeling that it wouldn’t be as fun as I had thought. “Let’s go! What are we waiting for?” Rose said, impatiently. She took off before anyone could react. I dived after her. As I jumped off the rim of the nest, I flapped my wings as hard as I could. I was slowly falling. I flapped my wings harder, but I was tiring fast. My head dipped and my beak pointed toward the ground. The wind rushed towards me, making me close my eyes. I folded my wings on my body, so I wouldn’t damage them, and I plummeted towards the ground. I felt some of my weaker feathers fall off. I heard the wind roaring in my ears. I opened my beak to scream. I was about to smash into the cold, unforgiving ground.

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38,032 It's already been 5ish years and this isn't at half yet...

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Wow, is he a really good friend or what? Then I would use the words... 'bought?' Or maybe 'helped you get'.