just had my first arkfall encounter on defiance, it was amazing
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Gāo
If this is your plan, the fate of my life, l will fight for it.
Age is not the problem, time is a trick of its inventor.
A decade I had sacrificed and the loneliness I have tolerated.
The seed, in the corner I had embedded in early century, the age of yours is decayed and crooked a little bit but strongly rooted, grabbing the soil tightly and spreading itself to the very deepest heart of the mother earth that once relentlessly rejected his coming.
You should mess and fool no one around. Under the dome of yours, people are dying, suffering, and waiting for the miracle to come.
The poor should get it first, kind follow after. Unfortunately, the stingy and selfish get the most. Humanity is cold, those hearts are especial. The defiance of my words suppose to evoke your sympathy and bring the happiness to the twisted world.
Williams
North Korea is sounding ike a weak imitaton of President Bush from way back then:
It was in September 2002, that the President of Mexico, Vicente Fox, took umbrage at the Bush Administration, for failing to come to the aid of Security and Terrorism in that country. Even though we were in the midst of considerations of our own national security. Fox felt: “Work could be done on security, in combating terrorism.” It was also at this time tat Bush named Saddam Hussein Public Enemy number one. Changing the face of America’s primary enemy from Osama Bin Laden, whereabouts unknown, to Saddam Hussein, an old nemesis who had challenged his father Bush 41. Bush’s forcefully delivered speech at the UN- “America’s security is challenged by outlaw groups and regimes that accept no law or morality and have no limits to their violent ambitions.” He went on to challenge the United Nations to force Saddam Hussein to disarm and end torture and repression of his people, saying that if Iraq continued its defiance of international resolutions “Action would be unavoidable.”
Sánchez
finally able to play defiance
Sharma
traded in 100$ worth of games at EB and got defiance and a new headset!! gunna be a great day c:
Ishikawa
Sitting here watching my husband play defiance on his Playstation 3 its so funny to sit there and watch them move there body with the game or there arms when they don't even realize they are doing it.
Rath
OKKKKKK Ladies do your thang...lol
International Topless Jihad Day: FEMEN Activists Stage Protests Across Europe (NSFW PHOTOS)
The Huffington Post | By Eline Gordts Posted: 04/04/2013 12:48 pm EDT | Updated: 04/04/2013 12:55 pm EDT
FEMEN strikes again: Topless protesters staged demonstrations near mosques and Tunisian embassies across Europe on Thursday to express support for embattled FEMEN activist Amina Tyler.
"We're free, we're naked, it's our right, it's our body, it's our rules, and nobody can use religion, and some other holy things, to abuse women, to oppress them," FEMEN member Alexandra Shevchenko said in Berlin, according to AFP.
"And we'll fight against them. And our boobs will be stronger than their stones," she added.
Tunisian student Amina Tyler sparked a massive controversy in mid-March by posting topless photos of herself on Facebook, with the slogans "Fuck Your Morals" and "My Body Belongs To Me, And Is Not The Source Of Anyone’s Honor," painted on her body.
Islamist hackers responded with an attack on FEMEN's Tunisian Facebook Fan Page, replacing topless photos with quotes from the Quran. An Islamic preacher even stated that Tyler could be stoned for her act of defiance.
In support of Tyler's plight, FEMEN labeled April 4 "International Topless Jihad Day" and organized protests across Europe.
"This day will mark the beginning of a new, genuine Arab Spring, after which true freedom, freedom without mullahs and caliphs, will come to Tunisia! Long live the topless jihad against infidels! Our tits are deadlier than your stones!" the group wrote in a statement on its Facebook page.
AFP reports that about two dozen activists showed up in Paris, where FEMEN has its international headquarters. The women tried to reach the Tunisian embassy but were deterred by police.
Five activists gathered near an Islamic cultural center in Brussels, Belgium, Euronews writes. And according to the Gazetta Del Sud, Italian women protested outside the Tunisian consulate in Milan, carrying signs that read "Free Amina" and "Bare Breasts Against Islam."
The Interfax News agency adds that the protests spread to the Ukraine, with police detaining FEMEN activists in Kiev. "The FEMEN activists drove up to the entrance to the mosque in a car, where they were arrested by the police," Interfax cites the police reports.
Activists and journalists have expressed concern about Tyler's well-being in recent days. While her lawyer said the young woman was doing fine, several reports suggest Tyler is being held by her parents in seclusion.
"No, it's not fine. Amina is with her family but that's not 'good news,' as some newspapers earlier wrote," journalist Caroline Fourest wrote in a blog for HuffPost France. "No one close to her, none of her friends or people in her support network have seen her or heard that she was free, free to move and speak," Fourest added.
Nelson
Take time to observe and you can make the commonplace special. Behind the Subway counter at Love’s, for instance, where I like to stop on the way to my weekly Crownpoint, New Mexico teaching gig, Freddie builds sandwiches. A small, middle-aged man whose sweet smile would stand out anywhere, he serves a steady train of customers with a matching grace at this busy place on Interstate 40, halfway between Albuquerque and Gallup. Truckers and travelers alike stop here to save a penny or two on gas, use the men’s or women’s room, and grab a quick bite. Such folks are generally all business, some making their way from L.A. to Amarillo and points east or heading the opposite way, others locals commuting up and down the freeway to more nearby destinations. All seem hurried and order their sandwiches to go—save an occasional trucker who will wolf down his at a plywood booth to one side of the store, maybe take a quick shower, and move on. As an older, smaller Love’s, this is ordinarily a place where few people even browse the narrow aisles of notions and chips or highway accessories, but simply come and go. Even the truckers gaze blankly as they eat their foot longs, seldom visiting with each other as they might in a newer, better equipped truck stop. Like most such facilities, this is an impersonal place, the clerks themselves scarcely interacting at their registers since turnover among them seems rapid as among the customers. It remains a place of strangers.
Freddie is the lone exception. No matter how many, each customer gets the same direct smile and warm greeting, with the same cheerful intent to custom make a sandwich. “What kind of bread?” he’ll ask, deftly pulling out a long bun after taking an order, knife in hand. “Foot-long or six inch?” he’ll continue, easily slicing through it while maintaining eye contact, “toasted or plain?” The voice remains consistently warm, the eyes alert and responsive. “What’d you like on it?” he’ll add, his shoulders swaying side to side like a pianist’s playing a concerto, hands busily folding slices of ham or salami onto the bun, then prying triangles of American cheese or provolone and piling them on, fingers dancing nimbly from lettuce to tomatoes, mayonnaise to vinegar and oil, banana peppers to olives with keyboard dexterity—all in a veritable choreographed movement, seemingly without taking eyes off the customer or releasing that smile. Clearly he likes his job. No, he loves it, as the smile testifies--hands and forearms flying perpetually across his keyboard of compartmented condiments as if to a maestro’s baton in defiance of the simpler country-western tempo that fills the store from deep in the men’s room to the cash registers out front by the door.
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