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Now a titan’s tale isn’t as horrifying as the story we knew of bloodlust and evil vice.

But a titan’s easy once you get to know it with the help of the serum of humanity’s unbraiding cruelty.

The sounds of the machines rotating and clashing was normal, the smell of rotting flesh, years old fecal matter and urine staining the metallic ground of the factory…let alone the deep-set-in stains of blood and tears… and the floors being littered with the leftover organs that never made it to the testing tubes and the sanitization area was all too much of a common sight for those who lived the factory. The place was appropriately named: ‘Hell’s factory’ by the staff and the residents.

Mainly because the place was in a very secluded area from the public eye and that in its general design, the factory had nine floors…underground that is. The general design was this; on the first floor –the one above ground, has four faux (false) floors on top so no one from the outside grew suspicious if they ever saw how big the government delivery trucks that would come and go; the second floor just housed the scientist and the faculty; the third floor held all the supplies for the ’re-search’ of the facility and communication equipment for  if there was ever an ‘error’ in the production of things and to report findings to headquarters and to other facilities; the fourth floor held the data analyzing and control room to watch over the lower floors of the building; the middle or fifth floor contain the factory’s ‘test subjects’, or children and under,  whichever you prefer; the six one contained the older ‘materials’ or teenagers to adults; the seventh floor contained the infir-mary for the factory; the eighth floor had the nursery for the breeders’ newborn materials for the facility; the bottom floor –or ninth floor- contained all the atrocities of the factory: lining the walls were new specimens that were harvest in the war between the countries for the improvement of the titan-shifting abilities, who were soon to be or were gutted as a fish in your everyday seashore market…alive. Many of them having their skin sliced off them, their organs having been carved out of them and just left there to regenerate; the ground being littered with numerous carcasses of the unlucky sufferers, however, most of them were the size of newborns with slits of their throats or burns from having enough pressure to be rocketed out of the furnace on the other side of the room, in some cases both; and the breeders that hung by only their limbs and being forcibly harvested or artificially insemination by the long metallic tentacles that would zip across to one ‘male’ breeder to another ‘female’ breeder could be horrifying in it's own right. Then came the laboratory’s materials that needed to be evaluated, they would scream and thrash whenever they were poked or prod, some had scars that ran across their bodies or just all over, some had acid burns or multiple burns in general, inside or out the body. And that is not including the more gruesome injuries they endure. Many, if they live long enough and aren’t too horribly disfigured, will tell you that…

                                 …it was all for the perfection of one particular serum.

Let’s delve deeper into titan’s philosophy, far beyond that of human’s knowledge. It’s easy to misjudge that human-eating monstrosity with its murderous tendencies and broken humanity.

But with all things comes reason that of a titan’s being of humanity’s ultimate weapon. How, you ask, are they up to the task, to which the answer is in a simple facility.

“Wake up! Wake up!” roared an officer that was given the morning roll call. And like clockwork, everyone got up off their beds and made them, put on their cloths and walked
The titan factory p.1 (R.F: AOT-style) unfinished.
So I have been into this anime recently called attack on titan and I love it! it has the right kind of horror, mystery and adventure that someone like me wants! But here's the thing, how is it that the titans even exists? we all know that this world that attack on titan is set in doesn't revolve around magic and it's obvious that their technology is far from being able to find the thing we call DNA to manipulate it, however, since this is to be taken in the future and humanity is in a 'three-layer concrete cage' I have been really wondering of what the titans are and how they are made. (slight spoiler) than it was revealed that they are humans.   So here is my theory in story form.
p.s. (r.f: Aot-style) means Rainbow factory: Attack in titan-style.
Ok, for anyone who have played the StarForce games, lucky you since I have no idea of where I can get them or if they would work on my old ds. But as of recently, ever since I found out about the game, I fell in love with the game including the characters and the storyline (but more on the characters, the storyline is kind of flat in my opinion).  And with one of my personal favorite, I introduce to you the character Patrick Sprigs.  However, there are a few things about Patrick that Capcom Should have cleared up or put in more detail at very least. And just about anything that is related to him. Like how did he meet Gemini or why does even have DID?   That is what I want to cover.


  a) Now let’s get one thing straight: the general definition for dissociative identity disorder (DID) or more commonly known as split personality disorder is that: ‘there are two or more personalities in one person’s conscience.’ And apparently, the known recorded cases for DID, a majority of them have reported either sexual and/or physical abuse.  what does this mean for Patrick? Well, let’s look at the facts: he was founded in a DUMP SITE near Dream Park, sometime later on he develops Rey and wants to destroy the world. And the kid’s a fifth grader. meanwhile we get no glimpse of who or how he was being raised. Red flags everywhere!

  b) But more specifically, how is it possible that Rey and Patrick even knows that the other even exist and that Rey knows fully well that he himself is just part of Patrick’s psyche? Look at the beginning of this video to see what I mean; Rey and Patrick’s discussion.
  c) And on the other hand, for Gemini, why would he try to justify is actions by calling out all the horrors of the world when it’s obvious that he just as happy showing off that he wanted to do it for his own amusement and bring Patrick along with him?

2) Where and for how long did he and Gemini have been together?  
  a) That will be the question for the ages, but if I remember correctly in the English dub of the anime he said that he actually mastered EM wave change and in the anime and games he is one of the toughest bosses Geo has, so it does imply a long time no doubt.

3) Why did Cepheus revive Gemini and he is still with pat in the second game?
  a) Maybe he found something in him that showed that he actually cared for Patrick?

4) The Alternate Future’s EM beings have different personalities then their original counterparts, but not Gemini sparks IF.
  b) In this dimension, there are no humans –after the Le Mu incident, of course- so this one is iffy, but since Patrick and Rey don’t exist anymore here, how is it that the black and white halves individually have separate personalities and transform into two bodies if one assumes that they are just one sentient EM being?  Look at video: MMSF2 dragon ApolloFlame part 3/4

c) Back on the subject at hand, let’s just assume that despite the title having the word ‘Alternate’ in it, it really is a parallel version of the main universe. Meaning that very thing that has happened there is completely different to the one we know of and let’s not forget that none of them even knew that megaman even existed. So if that is the case, wouldn’t it be reasonable to assume that this Gemini is acting of his on his own accord and the one we know and love is hiding something personal?
WTF video games: Megaman StarForce Patrick
these are a few things that came a crossing my mind about him and to tell the truth, I am really doubting that the "my parents abandon me in the dumpster and that's why I hate everyone and developed a split personality" is the only reason that he did what he did and the same for Gemini. Or do any of you think I am just overanalyzing it all?
    It was six o’clock, and the alarm rang. Matthew got up as usual, with a blistering headache, picked up his glasses and went to closest to change his pajamas to his usual black dress suit, though despite the world meeting only being scheduled for afternoon, at twelve o’clock sharp. He figured that it might be best to get up early anyways, just so the day can go quickly, without any hassle, and besides what else was he to do? His boss, like every other of a nation, required their representatives to go to the meetings, discuss the problems that plague the world, and do it in a civil manner. Civil…that was a funny way to put it into view. The way the meeting usually went would be anything but ‘civil’, the nations with long standing rivalries would either argue constantly with each other or, quite literally, go at each other throats. The one of the best epitome for this would surely be his two elder brothers; England and France.  Those two would almost argue constantly and it wouldn’t be anything on important matters, but just about anything, the language, the culture and once even about whose hair was better! Although, that would not be the worst thing to happen at the meetings, of the worst outcomes, that was usually the case, that the meeting in question would go into a deadlock and that it would be rescheduled for a later date. And then the whole cycle would start all over again. Though, for Matthew, these meetings would not only be exhausting and tiresome, but being quintessentially lonesome.
    At these meeting no one would notice him or even acknowledge him to even exist, not even his own family, which always happened, but that did not mean that the pain did not hurt any less. And besides, who was going to miss him at the meetings anyhow? His brother, Alfred f. Jones, the greatly annoyingt and indomitable nation that is America, their older brother François Bonnefoy, the arrogant and one of the most perverted nation that is France, or maybe their other older brother, Arthur Kirkland, the stuck-up and magical creature seeing that is the country of England? No, not even them, the people he ever so loved dearly, or even his pet bear, kumajiro. The only friend for much of his life and sometimes the only friend in his life, and for much about everything else that Matthew did; like playing hockey and lacrosse. And speaking of the devil… “kuma, where are you?” he called. It was about time to feed his little furry friend, who loves to eat and was nothing but a big white ball of fur and fat that was Matthew’s pet bear cub.
‘Kuma…oh, there you are.” The little cub came stumbling and walking awkwardly as usual, lifting up his head to face his master with his little beady black eyes and asked: “food”.
    “Yes, I know you are hungry, just wait a minute…” Matthew reinsured. He walked out of his bed room and went down stairs to the kitchen to get the bear’s favorite meal: frozen seal and mackerel. But then when he walked into the kitchen, he realized that he left his bottle of red wine on the table and the glasses on the counter. The bottle was more than half empty, and one of the wine glasses shattered on the kitchen floor, the one he shattered last night.

“Well, can't leave that there can I?
    When he went to pick up the glass, he saw that it had a puddle of red wine in the middle of it; obviously he would have to clean that up too. That would be fun, would it not? Guess not. The more he thought about it the more his hangover pain replete in full. He finished cleaning up that broken glass, he walked to the sink to wash the pieces and then to the recycling bin they go. Soon he languid to the fridge, got the food and placed them on the table to thaw, and soon went over to the stove to warm it up for a hearty breakfast of the day. It would be the usual as always, and to him, one of the greatest confections of all time would not even be considered to be a confection at all to some because…it was maple-syrup covered pancakes. Light and fluffy pancakes always brought up his day and his mood, it served as great snack later on in the day with it cut into litter squares and with some maple dip and the thoughts brought a smile to his face. He always did thought of himself as connoisseur of pancakes. As he was making way for the pancake batter in of the lower selves in the fridge, a little white ball of fluff came scurrying over his feet that almost knocked him over. And that was highly unusual for the little cub, since he usually just laggard into anyplace he went to, and now Matthew was concerned, however, he did have a dubious feeling that might not be a problem at all.
“Food!”  The bear cried out.
    The slight weight of dread that hung on Matthew lifted, and all that was left was blossoming amusement. What else was he going to expect from his bear? Sometimes the only thing on that bear’s mind was food, sleep, and nothing more. And this time was no different, that bear wanted his food –that is, the pancakes.

“Kima, mon chere, I'm not going to give you any pancakes.” Matthew said with a grin and a cheer.
    “But I want food!” the bear gave his best puppy-dog look he could make, and sat down on the floor next to his master just to make himself more cute. And if you were not Matthew, you would have fallen for that old trick of his in an instant, luckily for him, he was immune to it as a person with the flu vaccine, although, like the person with the vaccine, it did not grantee that he would not fall for the trick every time…and with those adorable beady onyxes staring back at him like that, this time he cracked.
    “Fine, here!” Matthew handed over the mackerel and the seal –but not without a plate- and handed over the food, bended over to his bear and whispered over to the bear’s ear: “But if I give you the pancakes, you better not whine on how they are small and cut up into pieces since we both know that you are not allowed to have them, got that?”
    He nodded as to say he agreed while he was eating the seafood right in front of him. And with that, he went over to fridge to get the pancake batter, got a frying pan from a hook on the wall near the stove and then turned the stove on. When he finished, he mentally praised himself on how well they turned out, and on his home-made maple syrup too. After breakfast, he went to bathroom to brush up, and look presentable. However, there was that one curl that would always stick out like a rhinoceros’s nose on his head and no matter how hard he tried to put that curl up in pony tail, or comb it on the side, it would always pop out and it would annoy the living hell out of him. But after awhile of fighting, he merely gave up on trying and just went on to living with it, however dumb he looked- to himself, of course. Funny thing, Matthew’s hair was not even curly; it was just a wavy light strawberry blonde. And after one last check of making sure that his amethyst eyes did not look bloodshot or anything from drinking the night away last night, he figured it was about to head out on his usual expedition of going to the meetings, circumnavigate the excessively large oval tale to find his seat and pray for lady luck to give him fortuitous luck to not be sat on by the large Russian, Russia  or Ivan Braginsky; who seemed to have an intermissive tendency to find a seat that was already taken by the Canadian…poor Matthew.
    Then Matthew being seat belted into the car, with kumajiro seat belted on the other side of the driver seat, he revved up the car and it animated to life. Looking back at his watch, he could see that it was about 8:30, and realized that with the time he has speared, he might just get some peace and quiet before the meeting started and to review his notes. Thankfully, for Matthew, this meeting was held at his place for the first time in a while, and soon he was at the meeting building well under twenty minutes, unbuckled himself and kumojiro out of the car walked into the building and since he saw no one around, he figured that it might be best just to head to the broad room for the time being.  But only after being at the door for a few seconds, did it hit him, the heavy scent of hamburgers and coke….
    “Yo, bro, there you are! I knew you had to be here!” the voice boomed with cacophony that was louder than the air raid missiles attacks of World War Two that he and the other allies suffered through. Though, sadly this was no air raid, but this brother Alfred. The man was about the same height, the same build, and looked almost alike for their outer features; like hair and glasses. Their personalities were similar; they were both sanguine people, happy and kind, although, Alfred was the more superfluous talker, way over verbose in his speeches at the meetings, and is so called ‘salient of democracy’. America had straight hair compared to Matthew’s, had sapphires for eyes, and was normally louder than a teenage hardcore-metal concert. Where Matthew was use to talking at his own tempo, just only louder than mouse and then some. To put it into subtle context, despite the two being carbon copies of each other, they were more different in their ways nowadays then they were during their colony days. During those days, the two would play with Alfred’s toy soldiers that he got from Arthur, read books –or stack them like dominos and watch them fall, but Arthur would have gotten mad over that, he loved his books- and at around bedtime, they would have been read a fairytale book by Arthur until both of them were lights out. Matthew longed to have those days again, now it was just a bane to get everyone in the family on the same page, let alone be happy with each other.

“What are you doing here this early?” Matthew asked.

“Just came to have some peace and quiet before the rodeo started, and you know how these meetings go.” Alfred replied.

    Then came the two others; Arthur and François, both at each other again. Arthur was clad in his old, slightly modern Victorian- inspired suit, black and slate gray; François was in an elegant modern brown blazer, light blue dress shirt and pants. Arthur looked more like Alfred; without the cowlick on the side, green eyes and thick eyebrows. Francois was more like Matthew; just without the curl, blue eyes and some slight fuzz on chin. They were talking about how the other flaws made them inferior to the other and neither was obviously going to back down. And why would they after so many years of being rivals, both of them grew up together, more divers then the north or south poles magnitude, and almost every war that they were in the other would be on the other side, but there was a time that they were together in fighting and the only time that comes to mind would be world war two. But nowadays, as that was a great feat for the two old bickering bastards back then, now is no different than it would have been a thousand years ago.

“Hey, Arthur and François!” Alfred cried out.

Both of them stopped arguing for a moment and turned their heads around to see who talked, finding it to be Alfred, they walked over to him and Matthew.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here, Alfred? Arthur asked. He knew just as well as Matthew that Alfred was not the type to be early to the meetings, much less be earlier to them then needed.

“Oui, mon chere, you are not usually this early or early at all?” François questioned.
For Alfred, he knew what they all meant and tried to reinsured them that nothing was going to happen like a prank or tricks – not before a meeting anyways, or that it being this early. “It’s fine, just want to spend time with my family, and to get good take on my notes”

“Oh bloody hell, not another long speech again, and where is our little Matthew anyways?” Arthur asked.

“Oh, mon peitit Mathieu, how lovely it would be that he could be around!” François added.
    Sadly, Matthew was standing right there and he knew that he would be forgotten yet again. So he took it in with a sigh and just went into the broad room with kumajiro at his side. And what else was he to do? Scream out for them to hear him? Write a sign that said: “hey! I am here!” or just wait for them to noticed? Matthew waited long enough for them to realize that he existed, that he lived! No, no, better give up now and save the pain later on than fall flat onto the concrete floor. Better just get on with the meeting then.
    The meeting came and it went just as it usually had; Alfred making some hair brain idea; Germany, Italy and japan talking among them; Greece sleeping in the corner; china trying to sell something; France and England, well, that was their decorum; and that big-assed Russia sat on Matthew again. Nothing got done, everything was a mess and the meeting got rescheduled for thousandth time in a row. Then when it was all over, the heterogeneous mixture of nations dispersed, and Matthew was left with dearth expectations and was jaded as ever. However he did manage to mesmerize the members with his speech, but then they all forgot that he was there after some short time. Now he was back at his cabin, his house, facing that dastardly dream of actually being noticed for a change. Later, with a red wine bottle in his left hand and the wine glass in his right, he slept peacefully, dreaming of great day where his family finally noticing him along with his friends. But, sadly, he would not have been able to hear his answering machine go off.
    “Hey, this it Matthew, I’m not here right now, leave a message” a light beep,” hey Matthew, happy birthday to the greatest brother in the world! Hey, I got a surprise for you; guess what it’s a party just for you! Everyone you and I know is coming, and we; Arthur, François, and I could not help but to noticed that you have been in a lousy mood lately, especially since that you have been drinking more than usual. So we thought that a party could help lift your spirits. I, personally, just hope that you hear this, since you are great person and everyone here at the party love you, particularly me. So, see you here then ok, bye!” it was Alfred. The one who forgets him the most, and yet he was actually the calling.

But sadly he, Matthew Williams, did not hear, and he may never hear it.
one day in the life of Matthew Williams.
something I made in class and thought it would something nice to do in a sad, I-am-going-to-depress-you kind of way. but not in that he's going to be killed/mange kind of way. just a sad moment that could very be the kind of days he has regularly. ok?
P.s happy Canada day, everybody! ;)                               ....mostly
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I'm sorry everyone!  school has been hectic and with homework too! But I'm!  back! and I have a Youtube channel!…

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Hannah m.
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i'm a mega fan,
A hetalia fan,
A pokemon fan,
A nausicica vally of the wind fan, and i love to write (typing, really XP)
My favorite characters of mega man are: ring.exe, protoman.exe, bass.exe , kalinka cossak(classic) and of course, copy megaman(classic).
for ring, i love her optimism. protoman, well..., he reminds me of me in a way. don't ask. As for bass, well, i feel copletely sorry for the guy. really i do! by the way, kalinka is not in the .exe series. but is in the classic one. her "father", on the other hand, has a .exe counterpart, lucky b*******!
my fav characters of hetalia are: Canada( matthew willimes), England (Arther Kirkland), Japan (Kiku Honda), well... actualy I LOVE EVERYONE IN IT! Danmit!

My fav pokemon characters are: i can't decied that either. ><*

Anyways, for anyones info, i'm a politically correct type of girl.(in other words, u say black(race)and i say afrcain american. i hate it when people say that,sounds kinda mean!.) loves peace and quiet, hates violanes and discrimiation(depanding on how it used.)
if any one wants to comment and/or be friends(watchers), u r welcome too!

You are Zero! You go on Megaman's side to fight with him!

OMG BLUES! You're smart, powerful, fast, but you're a loner and dont like hanging around people that much...

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New Way Of Saying Being Single by British-Prophetess :pointl: A great way of saying, I'm single.
BAAAAW!111 SLUTTY PANS PERSEN!111 by Catthylove :pointl: Yes, I'm a pan.

Omega Stamp by MidnightCrystalSage Omega x Zero Stamp by MidnightCrystalSage

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It's May 12th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!

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Thank you! and im sorry that this is comeing late, got busy! ^^;
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