The Grey, co-written and directed by Joe Carnahan. The story starts with a oil drilling team who crash and realize themselves stranded on the Alaskan tundra within the front of a bunch of deadly wolves. once surviving the crash, they then need to live the wild terrain which includes escaping from a gang of wolves that are searching them, survivors have solely many days to flee the icy parts and a vicious pack of rogue wolves on the hunt before their time runs out.So, dont fail to observe the gray movie on-line .
everyone of the endless, except delight, appeared in the main house kitchen. "IT HAS BEGUN" Destiny said loudly, "we have a choice to make, we can try and save our little sister, thus breaking our most ancient rule, never directly influence the human world, or we could let this horrid act happen, and watch as the humans not only destroy our sister, but themselves, and finally us in the process." Destiny said
"I think it is Hillarious, about time little goody goody got a smack in her smiling face." Desire said, she never did like her sister.
"before we have this discussion, I want to know why the humans are doing this?" Dream said
"one here has influenced them to do so. perhaps they gave them a dream of what to do," he said starring at dream, but knowing he hadn't done it "or maybe, the desire to cause chaos." he said turning to desire, not completely sure she hadn't done it. "the one thing we can assume is that someone here is a traitor." he said. everyone convined on desire. "Alright desire, take you spell off those men, do it now." Death said "or I swear to you that I will take your life before the others."
"relax, it wasn't me, I would never....well the fact is I didn't do it this time." she said turning away
"ENOUGH!" a loud booming voice echoed from behind. "It was me, can't you see, after years of giving the humans the ability to destroy, MY ability, I have messed up. it is because of me that destruction has fallen upon our little sister." the voice said, as everyone turned they where a bit shocked to see that Destruction had said all this.
"but, you loved delight, you too where much closer then any one else here was." Desire said. "why would you..."
"it was an accident." he said turning then walking through a gate of fire. "don't come looking for me, I will not be easily found." he said as the door closed you could barely make out a tear on his face, the only tear he had ever cried.
there was silence for over an hour, but it was broken by destiny "we must fix this. I will remain here and tell you the best path to take, but that is the best I can do." he said
"then I will take their lifes." death said, "I will pay for their early deaths later, for delight it is worth it." she disappeared into a cloud of black smoke.
I wonder, how many people have adopted WP7 since it was launched? Actually, I don't know anyone who would switch to it. But I tried it once and I think this platform is not worse than others. For me it's just a matter of a habit -- I've already got used to Android)
I'm British and I blacked my tumblr for you guys! I use American sites more than British, really, but... This thing is stupid. Overly-protective much!? Your congress should take a leaf out of the UKs book (although I bet they'd hate to because at the moment, our government is weak thanks to a coalition) and just leave the internet alone.
Ok so I have a project due tommorow and I just started it yesterday (Not a good idea in grade 11), so I will only be on at the odd time, and I will be creating a naruto rp soon (Tell me if your interested).
I know it's like half a year old but I shall ask one
Kratos vrs spawn
And I'm gonna say, yes the kamehameha is close to light the basic spectrum of light is different from the beams spectrum. Also super man does move guick but goku asthe power to blow up a planet with a singal blast of ki (the spirit bomb) and superman was killed by Luther eventually as shown in a movie a few years back.
Free time allowed one of the most girly edits ever to come into creation . . . but eh, here goes http://i1114.photobucket.com/albums/k534/120chico1/Pretty-2.jpg . . . I know I sorta messed up on the eyes ._. careless mistake . . . oh well, music is my inspiration . . . anddd her http://www.zerochan.net/925350 yeah, she helped me decide the colors. e3e *face turns red and slams fist into the table* IT'S NOT GIRLY . . . D:<<< *hypocrite/liar* Meh . . . I regret nothing <3<
Second-generation memory and the difference between third-generation memory I often go to the store to buy electronic products, see the memory a second and third generation of the difference, I ask, what is essentially the difference? What is the role and functions different?
I disconnect the staff, and twirl each half. All it took was a small flick of both staffs, and the chain flings outwards and strikes Marik in the chest. He is sent flying backwards, slamming into the building behind him. He crashes through it, finally stopping after hitting the inner wall of the place. K.O!
Kaiser hasn’t given up yet, and finally works up the courage to attack again. I twirl around him. I ram the bottom of each staff into his shoulders. He falls down. But before he can land, I swiftly throw one staff, making sure the blade doesn’t hit him. The girl is still around and a bloody scene may cause an uproar.
The staff moves around him twice and then returns to my hand. The chain is wrapped tightly around his chest, keeping his arms to his sides.
“Now I want you and your buddies to leave that girl alone. It’s not right picking on those who are way younger than you,” I say, shaking him up and down.
“Okay okay!” Marik shouts, panicking.
“I’m not getting any reassurance. And…this is getting boring again,” I moan, slumping. With Marik still wrapped by the chains, I place both staffs under my armpit. I skillfully run up the monorail, as if defying gravity. Marik gets pounded against the wall every now and then. Before reaching the top, I jump, making Marik scream. I smile down at Ba Sing Se, and then laugh. I land on top of the monorail, and walk over to the edge. I hang Marik over, now holding a staff in each hand. I let my grip loosen, causing the chain to extend a little. Marik screams again, high pitched.
“OKAY OKAY!” Marik yells, his legs flailing. I tighten my grip on Shin Yoku again.
“There we go, that’s the tone I was looking for,” I chuckle. Then, I let go. Marik soars down, and people watch in horror. I still stand on the monorail, yawning. My eyes have been shut the entire time, and I rub them. Tired. I don’t plan on opening my eyes any time soon…people just stare…
I jog in place, and then stretch a little. I lean over the edge with hand to forehead, and whistle.
“Wow, Shin Yoku acts like an amazing anchor…he’s falling pretty fast,” I state in awe. “What a beautiful day too.”
I take one step, and begin falling. I kick down at the air with my right leg, and with my left leg I kick backwards. I flip, and my toe catches the monorail’s wall. I get my entire right foot on it, and then manage to get my other foot. I use white lightning to make myself stick, and then use it to increase my speed as I run down the side. Then, there’s a bright flash and a loud CARACK!
Suddenly, my feet are on the floor. I throw my arms back and into the air. The staffs fall perfectly into my hands, and Marik dangles slightly over the ground. He has fainted. With quick movements Marik is released from the chains and he falls to the floor with a thud. I connect the staffs and then place Shin Yoku on my back once more.
People had stopped to look at the scene.
“It’s okay, no one is seriously injured…go back to what you were doing,” I laugh, waving my hands in front of my face. “This was all just some fun training.” Unsure of what to say or do, they return to their previous activities.
I look down at my black pants, and fix the bottoms. I like them cinched right past my knees. Doing the right leg is a little more difficult, since the whole appendage is wrapped in bandages. Probably have to change those soon…
My shoes are still good and barely worn out (which is great since I bought them two weeks ago). They’re stylish, black Kung Fu shoes with white bottoms. I love them; but not as much as I love Shin Yoku.
Quiet footsteps near me, and I turn around. It’s that little, shoeless girl.