I have recently started playing World of Warcraft again. Normally, it’d be no big deal. But my playing style is a little different. Last time, I mostly corresponded with my cousin, and we would role play a lot between our characters. Now, I’m very focused on leveling my characters. I’m happy to say that my main (Yaviel) is now over 60, and my alliance mains (Bonnianne and Valisilwen) are both a little over 40 :)
level is the time to grow, push forward and reach the top. push an elevator button or take the stairs but reach higher. levels are also balance, perfect alignment. so much zen that can be restored.
I leveled out the amount of paper i had left in that stack. With work so many hours these days, i barely had time to think, let alone play the next level in Zelda. I quickly got in my car and drove home to my gamecube. Throwing my sword at goblins and stabbing creatures in the chest has never felt better in my life.
I started out on level one with him & I decided it was time for me to win. I had to push past my limits & do what my heart told me. Level one was passed & now we’re together. There’s nothing left, but a life full of love.
I had reached the final level. there was no one else left to compete with, only myself. It came to me then, the phrase floated into the forefront of my mind. It’s lonely at the top. I understood. It wasnt against them at all. I was never competing with them. They were props. I was about to face the true opponent now, the one I had been fighting all my life. This was it.
Level the brown sugar before you add it to the mixing bowl. A teaspoon of vanilla. The real stuff, not imitation. Stir it, spoon it onto the pan, bake the cookies and let them cool. Hide them from Josh, and maybe someone else will get a few. He sniffs them out when he walks in the door.
I once got to level 99 on kingdom hearts 2. It’s the highest level on that game i think. yep. Kingdom hearts is like one of the best Square Enix RPGs. you know other than final fantasy n stuff. Except #10. That one just failed miserably……. anyhooooooooooo. I like tacos XD
Level; like my head. Maybe too much so? That’s what I’ve been told: that my head is level…too level. It’s like people think it could use some tipping and shaking…but then it could come crashing down, and where would I be? I’m afraid of that happening. Why should I change? Being level-headed has saved me before…it’s a blessing. People who think otherwise are fools.
get on my level! i’m running on a higher rpm, and i can’t help it. i’m naturally smarter and faster and it’s naturally hard for you, and or anyone else to keep up. don’t be too hard on yourself. practice makes perfect. but it’s important to know i’ll always be a little bit ahead, just up one level.
A level down is a level harder. She takes a deep breath a takes another step. “I’m almost done.” she said to herself. When she opened the golden crested door she looked up towards a giant gold dragon. “Oh hell.” She worried.
I love video games. I love MMORPGS. As nerdy as it sounds, I relish the feeling of leveling up. In this one game, a golden halo whirls around you, your health, your mana goes up- you are invincible. Feels nice :)
They would never understand. We had different social statuses. They couldn’t be seen with me and I could never be seen with them. They were too important; I would always drag them down. They shouldn’t want to be with me; I am nothing. No one. No one cares; no one notices me. And they shouldn’t have either; we were always on different social levels.
We’re on a level that was once reserved for cheesy “never gonna happen” romantic comedys…the level of love I would read in books or see in a movie and say, “but THAT’s what I want!!”. You can no longer tell me it doesn’t exist. I know better now.
I never want an even plane. Never want equilibrium. And when I remember that I cry because of lack of stability in life.. in relationships, I know I am being silly. The thing i cry for is intensely boring.
Level up, level down, There are no levels, only stages, I want to unlock and achievement but the fucking screen wont load, there are only loading SCREENS EVERYWHERE, level through the building, hold up, you can’t do that, can you? Maybe you can, maybe you can’t, it is now irrelevant what matters now is why you are here: which is to level up.
The way i wish the ground looked while i tried to walk steadily across it towards them. would it have brought me closer to their approval, who knows? even so, it would have brought a feeling of confident satisfaction that this place, though like a prison in appearance, might not be so bad.
level is a word that i think of when it comes to school, grades, and just life in general. people are on all different levels, changing from higher ones and back down to lower ones throughout their lives. it depends upon what you go through and how you cope with things in life. there are difficult things we overcome, and gain a level
but i didn’t even know what to do anymore. The sky seemed to be falling down, everyone around me was running somewhere and I was standing still. Just on my little spot. That little spot was my sanity, where I was safe. No one could get to me there. No hills to climb or villages to burn.
There is something like moving upwards one level at a time that keeps you from stopping. Keeps you moving because no one wants to fall backwards, lose height so we always find a way to rise to the next.
to level the playing field would be silly. i have a clear advantage over you, so why would i take that away from myself. its almost insanity! sometimes i need all the help i can get so why would i take this away to put us on the same level, you should just think things through before you throw them out there.
The playing field was level, or so it seemed. We were weaker, but had more numbers. They were stronger but fewer. It was us against them. We would win. We were sure of it. We were sure of many things. But we were wrong.
They said this was a new level of insanity.
They put me in this peculiar white room with padding.
I still saw the dead though.
They put me in this straitjacket.
I screamed, I kicked, I did everything humanly possible to let them know that I was going to die that night.
But as they closed the door to that room, they never looked back.
The next morning, the padded room was painted red.
I really wish I had some food right now, I’m starving; have been for days. I need to snoodle oop my shiznap before I colliz-ap. True dat. Double True!
Got a hair in my eye, wish I had pie. Peace!@
something you are trying to reach, something that keeps you going and keeps you motivated. an elusive measure that is forever moving and creeping out of grasp. why we be.
get on my level, just kidding. the thought of someone so full of themselves that they say get on my level. I get the whole confidence thing, but really. let’s be real. if you have to say get on my level, you’re not that confident. thanks? i know that was pointless.
the land was level without a horizon. It stretched away into the distance, losing itself into the sky in late afternoon. I looked around, wondering why I was so alone, then I started walking aimlessly into the emptiness. I paused. From somewhere came a sound.
I take the gun and it becomes an extension of my hand. I see my target in the field and level my sight to its head. The air explodes with sound…. one dead zombie.
There once was a level of communnication between the two so deep that fish swam in it. Diving into this unspokenm spoken, felt vat of communication led them to the bottom of the sea.
Sean glanced left, glanced right, spit on his palm. He held his hand out. “On the level.”
Patrick spat on his own hand, and they shook. A bit of skin and saliva, the right words, and they were partners for the duration of the operation, and even if they hated each other, they would live – and die – for each other.
“Now grab your gear and let’s get this show on the road.”
I have to confess that I read this word before, then exited out because I couldn’t think of something witty to write. It’s unfortunate but perfectionism is a trait I’m trying to break myself off.
Now that I’ve leveled the playing field, I’ll write a beautiful story. Once upon a time…
On what level did I expect to win this? I never win an argument, why did I choose to start one. It’s one thing to get into a fight accidentally, but to pick the thing myself . . . Not a smart move at all. Well, here goes my rebuttal, hope it’s a strong one.
Level headed… something I’m not, something people tell me to be, something I’m glad for. I’m different, crazy, obscure. Some call me mental. Well, i say, if the shoe fits.
There are all levels of writers. I started from the very bottom rung of the ladder, but I’ve climbed those rungs, one by one. Some days it was tough work. Other days, I sailed through. I’m nowhere near the top but am certainly many, many rungs above my starting spot.
I have recently started playing World of Warcraft again. Normally, it’d be no big deal. But my playing style is a little different. Last time, I mostly corresponded with my cousin, and we would role play a lot between our characters. Now, I’m very focused on leveling my characters. I’m happy to say that my main (Yaviel) is now over 60, and my alliance mains (Bonnianne and Valisilwen) are both a little over 40 :)
level is the time to grow, push forward and reach the top. push an elevator button or take the stairs but reach higher. levels are also balance, perfect alignment. so much zen that can be restored.
at the surface level my feelings are nothing
I leveled out the amount of paper i had left in that stack. With work so many hours these days, i barely had time to think, let alone play the next level in Zelda. I quickly got in my car and drove home to my gamecube. Throwing my sword at goblins and stabbing creatures in the chest has never felt better in my life.
I started out on level one with him & I decided it was time for me to win. I had to push past my limits & do what my heart told me. Level one was passed & now we’re together. There’s nothing left, but a life full of love.
I had reached the final level. there was no one else left to compete with, only myself. It came to me then, the phrase floated into the forefront of my mind. It’s lonely at the top. I understood. It wasnt against them at all. I was never competing with them. They were props. I was about to face the true opponent now, the one I had been fighting all my life. This was it.
Level the brown sugar before you add it to the mixing bowl. A teaspoon of vanilla. The real stuff, not imitation. Stir it, spoon it onto the pan, bake the cookies and let them cool. Hide them from Josh, and maybe someone else will get a few. He sniffs them out when he walks in the door.
I once got to level 99 on kingdom hearts 2. It’s the highest level on that game i think. yep. Kingdom hearts is like one of the best Square Enix RPGs. you know other than final fantasy n stuff. Except #10. That one just failed miserably……. anyhooooooooooo. I like tacos XD
Level; like my head. Maybe too much so? That’s what I’ve been told: that my head is level…too level. It’s like people think it could use some tipping and shaking…but then it could come crashing down, and where would I be? I’m afraid of that happening. Why should I change? Being level-headed has saved me before…it’s a blessing. People who think otherwise are fools.
get on my level! i’m running on a higher rpm, and i can’t help it. i’m naturally smarter and faster and it’s naturally hard for you, and or anyone else to keep up. don’t be too hard on yourself. practice makes perfect. but it’s important to know i’ll always be a little bit ahead, just up one level.
A level down is a level harder. She takes a deep breath a takes another step. “I’m almost done.” she said to herself. When she opened the golden crested door she looked up towards a giant gold dragon. “Oh hell.” She worried.
I love video games. I love MMORPGS. As nerdy as it sounds, I relish the feeling of leveling up. In this one game, a golden halo whirls around you, your health, your mana goes up- you are invincible. Feels nice :)
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raosty gall… meal is the pain
foolish jamisphère de la maga
They would never understand. We had different social statuses. They couldn’t be seen with me and I could never be seen with them. They were too important; I would always drag them down. They shouldn’t want to be with me; I am nothing. No one. No one cares; no one notices me. And they shouldn’t have either; we were always on different social levels.
We’re on a level that was once reserved for cheesy “never gonna happen” romantic comedys…the level of love I would read in books or see in a movie and say, “but THAT’s what I want!!”. You can no longer tell me it doesn’t exist. I know better now.
an item that walks flat and blue it is rough i want cake jrg yes!!
I never want an even plane. Never want equilibrium. And when I remember that I cry because of lack of stability in life.. in relationships, I know I am being silly. The thing i cry for is intensely boring.
Level up, level down, There are no levels, only stages, I want to unlock and achievement but the fucking screen wont load, there are only loading SCREENS EVERYWHERE, level through the building, hold up, you can’t do that, can you? Maybe you can, maybe you can’t, it is now irrelevant what matters now is why you are here: which is to level up.
The way i wish the ground looked while i tried to walk steadily across it towards them. would it have brought me closer to their approval, who knows? even so, it would have brought a feeling of confident satisfaction that this place, though like a prison in appearance, might not be so bad.
level is a word that i think of when it comes to school, grades, and just life in general. people are on all different levels, changing from higher ones and back down to lower ones throughout their lives. it depends upon what you go through and how you cope with things in life. there are difficult things we overcome, and gain a level
but i didn’t even know what to do anymore. The sky seemed to be falling down, everyone around me was running somewhere and I was standing still. Just on my little spot. That little spot was my sanity, where I was safe. No one could get to me there. No hills to climb or villages to burn.
Rick looked at me, and back down at his hands. Elise, i dont think we are quite on the same level.
This was exactly what i feared, and looked across my workshp to my press.
im sorry.
He came close to me, and gently hugged me
its ok.
There is something like moving upwards one level at a time that keeps you from stopping. Keeps you moving because no one wants to fall backwards, lose height so we always find a way to rise to the next.
to level the playing field would be silly. i have a clear advantage over you, so why would i take that away from myself. its almost insanity! sometimes i need all the help i can get so why would i take this away to put us on the same level, you should just think things through before you throw them out there.
Get on my level bro. Super mario bro. donkey kong. Bananas. Yellow. green. ripe. Cool story bro tell it again. railroad. Mario. luigi.
The playing field was level, or so it seemed. We were weaker, but had more numbers. They were stronger but fewer. It was us against them. We would win. We were sure of it. We were sure of many things. But we were wrong.
They said this was a new level of insanity.
They put me in this peculiar white room with padding.
I still saw the dead though.
They put me in this straitjacket.
I screamed, I kicked, I did everything humanly possible to let them know that I was going to die that night.
But as they closed the door to that room, they never looked back.
The next morning, the padded room was painted red.
I really wish I had some food right now, I’m starving; have been for days. I need to snoodle oop my shiznap before I colliz-ap. True dat. Double True!
Got a hair in my eye, wish I had pie. Peace!@
something you are trying to reach, something that keeps you going and keeps you motivated. an elusive measure that is forever moving and creeping out of grasp. why we be.
JanaJana
get on my level, just kidding. the thought of someone so full of themselves that they say get on my level. I get the whole confidence thing, but really. let’s be real. if you have to say get on my level, you’re not that confident. thanks? i know that was pointless.
the land was level without a horizon. It stretched away into the distance, losing itself into the sky in late afternoon. I looked around, wondering why I was so alone, then I started walking aimlessly into the emptiness. I paused. From somewhere came a sound.
I take the gun and it becomes an extension of my hand. I see my target in the field and level my sight to its head. The air explodes with sound…. one dead zombie.
There once was a level of communnication between the two so deep that fish swam in it. Diving into this unspokenm spoken, felt vat of communication led them to the bottom of the sea.
He punched her in the face.
“Why would you do that?” she exclaimed in disbelief.
*Level Up!* chimed above his head.
“Are we on the level, then?” Patrick asked.
Sean glanced left, glanced right, spit on his palm. He held his hand out. “On the level.”
Patrick spat on his own hand, and they shook. A bit of skin and saliva, the right words, and they were partners for the duration of the operation, and even if they hated each other, they would live – and die – for each other.
“Now grab your gear and let’s get this show on the road.”
I have to confess that I read this word before, then exited out because I couldn’t think of something witty to write. It’s unfortunate but perfectionism is a trait I’m trying to break myself off.
Now that I’ve leveled the playing field, I’ll write a beautiful story. Once upon a time…
On what level did I expect to win this? I never win an argument, why did I choose to start one. It’s one thing to get into a fight accidentally, but to pick the thing myself . . . Not a smart move at all. Well, here goes my rebuttal, hope it’s a strong one.
Level headed… something I’m not, something people tell me to be, something I’m glad for. I’m different, crazy, obscure. Some call me mental. Well, i say, if the shoe fits.
There are all levels of writers. I started from the very bottom rung of the ladder, but I’ve climbed those rungs, one by one. Some days it was tough work. Other days, I sailed through. I’m nowhere near the top but am certainly many, many rungs above my starting spot.