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How to create a Perfect Social Media website.
The world is full of a number of Social media apps and websites that convey a number of specialized platforms. The oddity is, is that mostly all of them only specialize in a certain type of media, without actually allowing the fullest experience of social media application, to exist all in one site. The ultimate downfall of most social media apps and websites, is that allot of them pander to a very restricted type of interaction, and rely on algorithms that leave a good number of us frustrated, and asking why any of us even bother to be involved with social media to begin with.
Midnight Lightning- Journal
For a while, there has been an underhanded group of superheroes working for the FBI. As most people would be totally unaware of, this group has been in charge, or involved with a great number of biff and blunders that would make a good number of us to ever read a comic book, embarrassed to ever consider ourselves to be american. The hardship of all of this, is that the number of the decisions that this group makes, seems like totally avoidable problems if not for the the absolute nature of there incompetence towards anyone's dignity and there ability to function in a society that does not need, or want - things done the way that Projects legends is attempting to do things.
“Title Missing” It was that time of year again in the coffers of fate. The time of years when all of the greatest writers , storytellers, poets, script writers, social media comment makers, and editors gather at the grand book stores of the hallowed halls of “Words and What have You.” To submit their works into the greatest collection of stories ever known. Some would come chrome near and far to place their pages into the “Deas Ex Thesurous” to have it finally register in the great god machine's purpose of thought and perpetual existence.
Game Review: Undestroyed
What is their to say about Undestroyed that cannot be said about a number of "Cyber Punk Style" games coming out at this turn of phases and plans that and plots that make the genre so eye catching. As mobile games go, most of them lack a certain grit to them, falling into the judgement of so many "Forever Grinders" that come free in on the google or apple store. With the return of a number of Retro Style Games like "Mega Man", and "Contra Returns" the 2D platform jumper battler genre has also made a strong comeback in the markets as so many highly skilled gamers take their shot at the extreme difficulty of these old style games.
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Eleven
One of many, The Midnight King. Chapter Twenty-One:All those That wait and Watch Manzer and Beatrice are in a terrible panic, they know that whatever that was stepping out of the main building and onto thin air like it was some sort of glass staircase was not something they wanted following them home. As it was they both expected to find sister Therin doing the things that everyone was rumoring her to do, as some sort of Vampire or Cyborg, but the problem seemed to be bigger than that and by a great deal. The scarecrow man was something totally out of their spectrum of beliefs, and boht Manzer and Beatrice saw him force the very will of shadow around him like he was some sort of dark influence.
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Two
Chapter Three: Coast on the Wind Manzer makes his way through the open air of the yard. Stepping into a world that changes the entire atmosphere of his resolve as he breathes in the humid pine stained air of a late summer morning, a scent tinged in the industrial salt like aftertaste of small town concrete and early morning exhaust.
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Nine
Chapter seventeen: The Dissent The old wreck center held up for a number of good reasons. Manzer and his group of friends have gotten into the building and are now making their way into the strange stranded place of a stone building. The inside is a re-created skate park, full of graffiti and tags and couches where the kids can skate, as well as hit the old pool at the center of the building. MAnzer thought this place would be totally different, filled with the ever so too often mattresses where crackheads and drug addicts have chased away where the kids like to hang out, but instead, is a world well maintained in its ability to to be a safe moment of solitude without disturbance of the outside methods of so many influences of having a place to correct the course of bad hour.
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Ten
Chapter Nineteen: Hours and Nickels The two groups split up. Linda goes with Beatrice and the two other kids that walked in with her. Vinessa and others separate into another group out to collect food blankets and supplies, and the essentials that they know they need in order to get Manzer a chance at avoiding sister Therin for more than a couple days. As the group leaves, Sister Therin sits at the base of a tree, watching all of them as they are off into the town and out to help a new member of their group.
Death Dreams Dire Wolves:
Chapter Twenty-Three: Silver Spoons Manzer charges through the forest, his black speed makes white memories of the world that passes him by, and in so many visionless senses, too fast to be understood by the mind of a mere kid, and especially not one in the throws of a death calling of a werewolf, that stops at nothing to see its violent charge licked clean in the satisfaction of a bloodhound finding blood. The corridors of thought are narrow in the sense of a boy being taken for a ride. Even as the ride is full on steep in the wilderness of confusion and the might of a gorgan let loose into a world that has no answer for its power but one. Doing what this voice tells him to do, is like a dose of drugs in his system, but something else in Manzer has begun to grow, and this other small voice is nothing of a hint of power, but a hun of regrets and the idea of terror. Something in Manzers heart tells him that losing control is not what he had planned, is not something that he had ever hoped to achieve as someone who only wanted to live his life for the purpose of finding out the security of happiness, and the long awaited thought of having a place to belong.
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Five
Nine: Temptation of Saint Therin The school's hallways are brightly lit with the fluorescent lights that keep the details of the beige stone walls and tile floors ever diligent to their decree of a no nonsense environment. Hallways of empty tile and hollow stone echo even the rustling of a feather as it comes to rest on the ground. Like moat Schools this one was designed with the intent of its students being heard but never seen and so much to that purpose of the easy echolocation, the hollow halls now feed into the anxiety of Manzers position as someone who only wants to escape to the outside world in one piece.
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Six
Chapter Eleven: Fountain Manzer thrashes around in the water, fighting for dear life against whatever it is that has a hold of his angle and doesn't not seem to want to let him go. The grip is so strong that Manzer can almost feel the circulation in his ankle being cut off as the icy fingers of this thing pull with full force. The current created of him being pulled is a strong one and the confusion it creates as it yanks Manzer around makes it almost impossible to fight back.