Author has written 5 stories for Sonic the Hedgehog, Highlander, Stargate: SG-1, Tales of Symphonia, and Hellsing.
I like Sonic, Doctor Who, Star Trek, Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis, Knight Rider, Star Wars, Transformers, Anime and Manga, video games and stories about all the stuff I just said. NCIS, JAG, Pretender, Tomb Raider, House, Heros, Babylon 5, Red Dwarf, some older shows back in the 70's and 80's, MacGyver, a bunch of cartoons that aren't anime, and some others I can't recall at the moment.
Though I like vampire stuff, I don't not like or care for Buffy. There is a few other shows and such I do not like and despise, but I won't say what they are, mostly to not offend anyone, and the list is a bit long.
HAD TO GET A NEW EMAIL ADDRESS AFTER YAHOO KICKED ME OUT OF MY PREVIOUS ACCOUNT THAT WAS LORD_FORD_BREAKER AT yahoo.com. THEIR FAULT THAT THE INFORMATION THEY HAVE ON ME IS MESSED UP. SO, TO ANYONE WHO'S BEEN TRYING TO GET HOLD OF ME AND HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO, SORRY. I LOST ALL MY EMAIL ADDRESSES AND ALOT OF OTHER IMPORTANT INFO THAT I SERIOUSLY DOUBT I'LL EVER GET BACK.
My interest in stories tends to be on the OC side of reading, though just stories about the particular universe they are in and some crossovers also interest me. For those who don't know what OC means, it stands for Original Character, which means you write in your own character or characters into a story.
All my stories have OC's or an OC in them because quite frankly, that is how my mind works when I write.
Writing a Transformer and Stargate crossover as well and have been for over ten years. That being said, I hope to get it up before the second coming, but can't say it will happen.
Have a Stargate and Star Wars crossover that I have been writing for years as well, which is called, The Light Side. For those who may recognize this title, it is at the end of one of my earlier chapters in The 8th Chevron. It was meant to be put up shortly after I announced that title, but real life has made it complicated on writing it and the others alot more than I wish. This story is currently on hiatus as I have had a massive writers block on what I intended to do because I was working on my other stories. When and if I ever start putting this up, will be anyone's clue.
My OC's, Ford and or the General belong solely to me and the last names change for the different stories, but otherwise will be what you'll find in the stories I write. Ford is the name I wish I had been called when I was born and the General is my nickname in real life.
There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE when it's weird. If you agree, copy this and put it in your profile.
TRANSFORMERS COPY AND PASTE THIS ONTO YOUR PROFILE!!
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95 percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the 5 percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, Crazy Billie Joe, Loving Freak, Shadow929, The Astrology Nerd, brown-eyed angelofmusic, piratesswriter/fairy to be, The Gypsy-Pirate Queen, Teetering On The Brink Of Insanity, Past The Point Of No Return, Man Life Sucks, The Poisoned Doughnut of DOOM, Overthemoon2139, fictionfreak93, gamingfreak95, DxS Phreak, Nikky Phantom of the Opera, Torgi Frin, Sydsas,fallenfaeangel, Mrs Optimus Prime, FORD B
I am writing this in here to inform anyone, mostly those reading my stories, that I have every intention of finishing what I write. I am in some Stargate yahoo groups, so I tend to ask questions occasionally, answer to some replies depending on the questions, like where a story is or something, and reviews of works put in the group.
The 8th Chevron is finaly finished, and I am working the, General Hellsing story full time now. I hope to update as soon as possible, but don't be surprised if it takes a few months before something is put up.
I am continuing The 8th Chevron because alot of people asked, which surprised me alot. So I am doing three stories, the Transformer one taking forever to be put up.
Call me religious fanatic or whatever, but a non-violent person despite my writings, but I believe the world is sinking towards global destruction. I personally believe that Obama is going to be the downfall of this nation, and no I am not racist or prejudice. Take note people, when American turns on Isreal, that's the end for America.
If there isn't any updates and I have yet to explain why or tell anyone in my groups and haven't responded to any emails from anyone, I can't say what the reason might be. Not trying to sound dreadful, but I prefer to be prepared, for those reading my stories, if something happens and there is no update or words from me or anything like said above, but we'll say if there is nothing before the end of this year, then there might not ever be.
03-16-15 I AM TRYING TO UPDATE, REAL LIFE IS MAKING IT DIFFICULT. Parents medical issues mostly over the last few years.
Had to add this in, which is on, Master_of_the_Boot profile.
However, some of the things here, I personally wished never was created or thought of. (This part here is not on his profile.)
Do YOU remember the nineties?
Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid. It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons. I am sorry but three conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it. You're a 90's kid if you remember:
You remember watching -Doug -Ren & Stimpy -Pinky and the Brain -AAAAAAAH Real Monsters! -Rockos modern Life. -Animaniacs -Gargoyles
Post this in your profile if you remember these days . . . . (Believe me, I remember!)
If you have ever pushed on a door that said pull or vise versa copy this into your profile.
If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this one your profile.
If you've ever REALLY wanted to flame a fanfic but refrained from doing so to spare the author's feelings, copy and paste this into your profile.
Put this on your
If you've ever had a mad laughing fit for no reason, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you are weird, insane, crazy, odd, not-normal, a freak of nature, psychotic, random or anything similiar, copy this into your profile.
Admitting you are weird means you are normal. Saying that you are normal is odd. If you admit that you are weird and like it, copy this onto your profile.
If you think you might have issues, copy this to your profile, then go blow something up.
If you have ever seen a movie (or show) so many times that you can quote it word for word. And you do at random moments; copy and paste this in your profile.
If you know someone who should be run over by a bus, copy this to your profile.
If you think Tony and Ziva from the show NCIS are just totally made for each other, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you've ever created an OC character, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever slapped yourself on the head and/or banged your head on a table for no reason, copy and paste this into your profile.
Of course I'm talking to myself who else can I trust?
For that last one, I did so by blowing up a plaStic drinking bottle, with gun powder, to make a loud noise to get the coyotes outside to shut up and go away. Always feels good to do that. Sounds like a cannon every time...
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A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won't repost it?
Repost this if you truly believe in God.
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what, and if you stand up for him he will stand up for 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 afterall, 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 basket.
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 chest.
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 never touched your heart