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Attention, this is M. Slayer, or Maverick Slayer as I have been called over the years. Now I am simply Killermaverick, but that is aside from the point. People, it is with a heavy heart that I say this; I am giving up on Fanfiction.
Don't get me wrong, I still like to make stories and I do love reading others, so I will continue coming to this site, but I have just...well...lost my motivation to continue the stories on here. It really does hurt me to leave these stories like this, but back then I was just a kid with all of the time in the world. Today, I'm having to get money for gas, have advanced classes to study for, etc. I can't keep doing this. So now I'm going to put up my stories for anyone who would like to accept them and continue them. To tell the truth, doing that was the last thing I wanted to do...I wanted to be able to finish most of these stories. Fate, however, is a cruel mistress. You can still find me on Deviantart. I go by the name 'Killermaverick' (still a diehard addict of the word, Maverick). Anyway, I want to thank all of you who have supported me over the years (namely Rikku92, Rosetiger and Williambandet). I don't know where you guys are, but I'll always remember the support you provided me with my stories. Back then when I first joined this site, I had a bit of a hard life, and was in a bit of a depression. You guys supported me and encouraged me to type several of my stories, my most successful being the Mysterious Guests (now second successful, to 'From Summoning to Spartans'). You guys may not know it, but you helped pull me through the darker years of my life. For that, you have my eternal gratitude, and I will never forget you guys. Well...that about wraps it up. It really does hurt me to be leaving this site, but even some of the grandest things at times must be let go. We really did have a bit of fun over the years, didn't we? Well, while my time ends, more authors will come. Goodbye everyone, and thank you for everything.
Killermaverick (Maverick Slayer)
Status for stories that are currently up for other authors to continue:
Summoning of Spartans-(taken by Master DV)
Halo Wars: Soldier's Requiem-(open)
Knowing the Pain-(open)
May the Best Animal Win-(open)
Penguins of Madagascar: Maverick's Story-(will be continued on Deviantart. If not, discontinued, or if anyone is interested, they could have their take on the story later on. Keep in mind, however, that their take would not be canon in my original plot: it would be canon in their version of the story)
The Mysterious Guests: Invasion of Konoha-(open)
Also, I saw this little story on lemonsinyoureyes246's profile, and it said that I should add it if I cared. I nearly cried when I read this (even though i'm a guy.) This was just heartbreaking.
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
my eyes are swollen
I cannot see
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could've made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong,
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
When mommy does come,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says it's my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!" I scream
But it's now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
I'm with lemonsinyoureyes246 on this. Please stop child abuse.
Last Sunday, June 23, I attended church, and it talked about how some kids were through child abuse, and how a Christian Foster Home saved their lives, and gave them another chance. To anyone abusive:
What do you think you're accomplishing when you abuse your child, or any other type of relationship? People don't appreciate it when their friend, or family member treats them like crap. Here are a few things:
1. If you abuse them because you're frustrated with them, you need to see someone, talk with them and the one you abuse, and see if you can find a way for you and the person can get along together, and possibly, change the way you look at people for the better.
2. If you abuse them because you see them as a punchingbag, you are bound to be arrested, and are not fit to be a parent, friend or any other position in a relationship.
3. If you abuse them because their different, you should think about how they feel, instead of trampling them like monsters.
4. If you abuse them by taking advantage of them by selling their stuff, or if you were a parent or guardian, setting unfair punishments for which they shouldn't be punished at all, you are truly hurting them. Think about it: What if you were them? Would you appreciate it if someone took your stuff away for their own benefit without a thank you, or even a little respect? Or by punishing you by making you go through an unbearable punishment? Think about that.
I am serious people, this has got to stop! I have had it with all of this abuse! I cannot take seeing children when their through abusement! Just thinking about someone torturing another for money, frustration, or for their own truly distasteful enjoyment just pisses me off!! I am serious people!! Do you think God is happy about what you're doing?! You are ruining lives, separating family ties, and sometimes, destroying lives for your sick gain!! HOW DO YOU THINK YOU CAN PUT UP WITH THAT?! DON'T YOU FEEL THE LEAST BIT GUILTY?! DOES THE GUILT TEAR YOU APART?! OR DO YOU NOT FEEL GUILT AT ALL?! IF IT'S THE THIRD CHOICE, YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE A FAMILY OR FRIENDS!! YOU NEED TO GET A BETTER FREAKIN' LOOK IN LIFE!! ALSO, DO YOU EVEN THINK WHERE YOU WILL GO WHEN YOU DIE?! BECAUSE I KNOW!!
I'm sorry about that. I just blew up right there. I'm seriously angered by that. But I mean quite a bit of that people. Think about yourselves and those who you mistreat. And think about how hurt they are. If they care about you, and you do this to them, they must be truly broken hearted. I can tell you, my heart is broken because of this. Because to me, this shows that you are hurting one of God's children, and are doing the devil's work. Please, for at least a little while, think about that, and, if you can, change your views and ways. Know this, Jesus and God love you no matter what. They do many things for you, and this is how you repay him? Think about that, and try to change everything for the best. This right here is a prayer that I am about to say, and I hope you can learn from it.
Dear God, thou art in Heaven,
Please, help those who are going through child or any other kind of abusement. If you would, please help those who abuse others to see the right way, and chang their views, for this is definitely not the right way. Help them to understand that what they are doing is destroying the lives of others, and help them to earn the trust and respect of that person again if they do change. And, for those in need, help them to find salvation from their mistreatment. Day after day, people sin directly against your commandments. Everyone, including me, my friends, family, priests, and even those completely devoted to you. Thing is, everyone sins. And yet, you still support us and care for us. You are so kind, so supportive, and so loving, that we do not deserve your love or caring, and yet you still give it to us. You are truly an awesome God, and those that believe in you, and those i'm confident that are soon going to believe in you are grateful eternally. Once again, we thank you, and we love you Lord.
In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.
Anyone who supports this, add this prayer to your profile.
This next message is from UltimateNinja65 about racism:
A black man walks into a cafe one early morning and noticed that he was the only black man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white man behind him.
The white man said, "colored people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"When I was born I was black,"
"When I grew up I was black,"
"When I'm sick I'm black,"
"When I go in the sun I'm black,"
"When I'm cold I'm black,"
"When I die I'll be black."
"But you sir..."
"When you're born you're pink,"
"When you grow up you're white,"
"When you're sick, you're green,"
"When you go in the sun you turn red,"
"When you're cold you turn blue,"
"And when you die you turn purple."
"And yet you have the nerve to call me colored"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
I agree with UltimateNinja65 about this. Who cares if anyone is black, asian, or anything else!! It's not the color that matters, it's the person themselves!!
I also support UltimateNinja65 about these things as well:
Pot: This stuff can either kill you, or really ruin someone's life for good. Don't use it, look at it, or even think about it! If there's a chance for any, just walk away.
Discrimination: Don't treat anyone horrible while you treat others with normal respect. Treat everyone kindly, and show that you want to be a friend instead of an enemy.
Myspace: It's a horrible deathtrap. People can chat freely, and my give off information to people who they think are nice, but are actually predators.
Religion: I'm Christian and I'm proud of it. Thing is, even though I don't believe in any other religion, I hate it when people discriminate others just because of said reason.
Sexism: Even though I'm a guy, I hate it when a woman is beaten or abused. It just hurts me.
I gotta say, UltimateNinja65 is a genius of these facts and more. Thanks UltimateNinja.
This other one, VoidOfDoomAndCupcakes, gave a message about school shootouts, like the one at Virginia tech.
Try Not To Cry
Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school.
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great, huge crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
When I went to school that day,
I never said good-bye.
I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.
But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.
But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.
I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest
When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could
please listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true
And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"
Here's something I found on General Razgriz's profile. It touched me and i'm sure it'll touch you.
I was walking around in a Target store,
when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,
are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to
buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went
to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give
this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for
Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after
all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her
where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can
give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be
with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He
then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't
forget me. "
"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we
check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to
his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for
the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to
sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that
mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my
mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough
to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I
started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which
mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young
woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a
critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to
recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the
newspaper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went
to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for
people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her
hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed
forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister
is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a
drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it n ever touched your heart
this is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. Lucillia