User:Sadaharu

For those who care, I'm very active because I'm on break from school. Yay me!

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Editor-In-Chief HK-47, Secular Sysop for the Prestigious Supre Mario Wiki, Father Of All Things Cheesy, Bureaucrat on The RetroSega Wiki, and Prince of Tennis Fan Extraordinare

Check out Prince Of Tennis on youtube. Seriously. I'm a huge Prince of Tennis freak.Mada Mada Dane'

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Me
I'm HK-47 and I really like Star Wars, Mario, Zelda, Sly Cooper, Dr. Seuss, Kirby, Sonic, Star Fox, Chibi-Robo, Prince of Tennis, chocolate, cheese, bacon, paper, skateboarding, tennis, pirates, and Brain Age.

Hosea

 * Come back to me with all your heart
 * Don’t let fear keep us apart
 * Trees do bend though straight and tall
 * So must we to others call


 * Long have I waited for
 * Your coming home to me
 * And living deeply our new life


 * The wilderness will lead you
 * To the place where I will speak
 * Integrity and justice
 * With tenderness
 * You shall know


 * You shall sleep secure with peace
 * Faithfulness will be your joy

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Strange Tales:Comic
A kidnapping... A Snorlax.... A Fearsome Foursome Composed of Teenage Tertillians Adept in the Martial Arts.... What is the connection....
 * These are all....
 * Strange Tales....

This perpetuating new series is full of excitement and adventure, normality and strangities, obvious and surprise, and you won't want to miss a single installment! Have comments, reviews, condolences, inquisitions, ascertations, consternations, perspirations, questions, kudos, or complaints, do it on my talk page.

Issue/Volume One

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The One Who Would Ineffably Be Called Prince
This is a tale by yours truly. Its written Douglass Adams style, with my own unique flavor. Many of you are in it, but not Wayoshi. Have comments, reviews, condolences, inquisitions, ascertations, consternations, perspirations, questions, kudos, or complaints, do it on my talk page.Mada Mada Dane

Part One

 * Bar None: An Introduction
 * The small flat had never really been all that important. In the grand scheme of things, it was actually quite titchy. In fact, it was empty, and the only notable detail regarding this flat was that immediately next door was a slightly larger flat, which is where our tale begins. This flat mattered the most to a small man named Tumble.


 * Tumble was a small man, with a Die-shape to him. (I hope you understand this, as most sentients have trouble picturing a die-shaped man.) Tumble lived a simple life, his best friend being a man who appeared to look like a three named Tres DeJong. He wasn't a too terribly smart man, having always had at least 3 D's on any given report card. Tres

was the leader of the duo, with Tumble almost always four steps behind.


 * On this particular day, the two friends were enjoying a rousing game of Parcheesi. I do not pretend to understand exactly what Parcheesi is, but I wish to stress that it is, in fact, truly, "The Traditional Indian Game of India."


 * Suddenly, as the game was about to come to a stunning climax, the power in Tumble's flat went out. Afraid that his food, which consisted mostly of soup, bread, cheese, and green tea, would spoil, Tumble headed off to find the switchbox. He never had a chance. End Bar None.

Part Two

 * Bar One: Dolphin's Wild
 * However improbable this may seem, a large bull came charging out of the small chinaware shop across the street and, by divine coincidence, charged right through the front door of Tumble's flat.


 * The misguided mammal did not hit Tumble, nor did it hit Tres. It did, however, smash into a table, flinging whateverisusedtoplayParcheesi everywhere. In a mad display of anger, Tumble stomped out what used to be where his door was, and, with a mindset that all was lost and that some great journey needed to begin, Tumble was off, Tres several steps behind him.


 * It was around this time that several hundred feet away, a gorrila was eating a flea he had picked off the back of his mate. Several hundred feet further, a young man named YY was breathing in a large amount of O&sup2;.


 * This was because he had just woken up, and had stepped outside to breath deeply, as was his custom. He was greeted with the site of a bull, a distance that seemed to him to be about a mile away. The accuracy of this figure may, however, be debated. He ignored it, however, as it didn't seem to affect him, and retreated back into his flat to eat some cheese. End Bar One.

Part Three
The First of the Mohicans: The Gosher
 * Tumble decided that if some great journey were about to begin, they would need at least one more person. The duo opted to enlist the aid of Hk. Hk, they decided, was pretty much cool with everyone and anything. he was actually quite elated when they appeared at his doorstep, and he delightedly invited them in.


 * "A quest, huh? I'm in. I was bred for this stuff. Any clue as to what we're questing for?"


 * Not really. Tres and I have never really done anything of this sort before."


 * Newbies, eh? That's alright. I'm here to get killed off anyway."


 * "Huh...?" Tres was confused.


 * Nothing..."


 * End First of the Mohicans.

Part Four
The Last of the Mohicans: Copyright Infringement
 * YY was quite surprised that when he retreated back into his flat,he found several men on his couch, none of whom had previously been there, nor any of whom had been invited in. He stood there, dumbfounded.


 * "You must be very surprised. Dumbfounded, even, " One of them said.


 * "Quite. And yes. Might I inquire as to what exactly is going on?" He asked.


 * "Yes." There was a loud silence that came upon the room.


 * YY stood quietly, awaiting an answer to his inquiry. "Well, you have to actually ask, first. You merely asked permission," the man said after several minutes of silence had gone by.


 * Erm.... right. So, then.... What is going on, exactly?"


 * "You get to be tested. Lucky you. Truly," he laughed. "I wish i was in your position. Truly. Oh, well. No, no, I'm just kidding around. We come from a slightly exclusive council of elder-biengs. We have some omni-type powers and such things. We picked your name from a hat. You get to join the great army. You see, we pick one sentient a year from each planet in this....... um, I want to say "dimension," but that word is so played out, y'know?"


 * YY slowly nodded", Yeah. Yeah it is, isn't it?"


 * "Quite so. Anyway, its a large war game, big fun, you have no choice, please make this easy."


 * In YY's defense, he was completely stupefied, and really was in no shape to notice that the other "men," (He was quite beginning to dislodge the term in his thoughts, as he quite doubted they were actually men, but rather sentient beings from elsewhere.) had slowly surrounded him. End Last of the Mohicans.

Part Five
Genius One: What child is this?
 * Hk insisted on each of them brining a towel. They could bring whatever else they wanted", But a towel, " h said", is necessary." All Hk was brining was a towel, which juast goes to show how much faith he weilded in its glory.
 * "You should quest for something. Some seek grails, but I find this to be overrated."
 * "We could seek-"
 * "That's all too common, Tres." Hk decided it was pointless to further pursue the matter in their current location, and decided to set out down the road.
 * After several minutes of questing for ideas, Hk decided they must quest for an ancient artifact of some sort. The best place to do this sort of thing, of course, is either South America or the Middle East, with experts stilll debating over which is the better site. The group opted for the Middle East. End Genius One.
 * After several minutes of questing for ideas, Hk decided they must quest for an ancient artifact of some sort. The best place to do this sort of thing, of course, is either South America or the Middle East, with experts stilll debating over which is the better site. The group opted for the Middle East. End Genius One.

Installment the Sixth
Genius Two: The King off Glory
 * Tumble stood patiently at the airport ticket counter as a rather large and impatient man stood behind him. He had just purchased tickets for the 3:37 to Oslo. A woman handed him his tickets and he walked off. The plan was now set into motion. The three of them would fly to Oslo, stopover and eat traditional Norwegian cheese, catch a train to Moscow, stopover and eat traditional Russian cheese, and after that fly to Damascus. Once there, they would flip open a Bible to a random page and pick an item from there to quest for, if it wasn't already "found."
 * After sampling some delicious cheeses, they had finally arrived in Damascus. They had also randomly flipped open a bible to John Chapter One and subsequently chastised Tres for picking a page with no physical substance to it.
 * "2 Kings Chapter 6. Recovery of the Lost Ax. It has to be somewhere, right?" Hk read then said.
 * "I 'spose....." Tumble slowly replied.
 * "Well, things in the Bible are rarely in the same place later. I say we seek it out in......." he paused here "........Antioch. We can go by Camel." End Genius Two.
 * "Well, things in the Bible are rarely in the same place later. I say we seek it out in......." he paused here "........Antioch. We can go by Camel." End Genius Two.

Part Seven
1 John: Play Me Like a Lyre
 * Many people believe life is just one big dream. Some people say that weird things that happen must be dreams, because weird things can't be real. It would be unreal and impractical to believe that life is normal and that weird things don't usually happen. If we use this same logic, we can assume caution is a waste, and that if we die, we should, in theory, just wake up.
 * This is the logic used to calm your fears when you join the great army. it did not, however, calm YY at all. It in fact made him more on edge, probably because he didn't understand a word of it. Unfortunately for YY, the great army doesn't really care.
 * YY was not feeling like he could handle the regimen set out before him. It consisted of six months 'advanced training,' all of which would be tough and new for YY, as it required a basic knowledge of alien technology advanced far beyond Earth will ever hope to reach.
 * Then two months of strategizeng. After that, one month of war, the year long event culminating in a 3-month period of burying the dead. End 1 John.