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"My dearest friend!" Leonardo da Vinci smiled and opened his arms towards his assassin friend for a hug. "It has been a while since I have seen you!" Ezio hesitated for just a second, but it was enough to make the artist drop his arms. A pained expression crossed his face, but he kept his cheerful smile. "Ah... well, it was good to see you." "Leonardo, wait!" The assassin reached out for his friend, looking hurt. He had meant to hug the man. Really, he had. He had just had to think about it for a while. "Mi dispiace, my friend. Please, let me hug you. It has been a long day, and you have been a great help." Turning back, the painter blinke

Desmond Miles sat on the roof of the villa, watching the moon. Lately, the hallucinations he'd been having had become more and more vivid, and he had escaped outside to breathe fresh air and clear his mind. He was beginning to hate the Animus, even if he did insist to get into it more often. It was all for the good of humanity, of course, and stopping the end of the world. But he also wanted to keep her safe. Her. Lucy Stillman. The woman he owed so much to. She had been watching over him all the way back at Abstergo, and she still was. At first he had simply felt admiration for the female Assassin, respecting her for her guts and her refusal

[The first shot is of a romantic comedy; a fairly popular one, which tells the viewer that they're watching a TV screen. Just as the hero and heroine are about to lean in to kiss, the screen goes black. There are a few moments of eerie silence. Then TYLER DURDEN appears on the screen, a white sheet acting as a backdrop, his face bruised and bloody. However, he still wears a cocky grin. While he is talking, a message scrolls at the bottom of the screen in yellow text. It reads: "Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other thi

Fire me if you dare Hold my head up everywhere Keep myself making all this soap I'm the Underdog Live my life on a free whim Keep myself making all this soap Keep myself making all this soap Blood in Technicolor, sprayed out on floors Well I've been pounding at a pretty face Till it's completely destroyed I got my fists and swagger In a basement brawl See the personality loves a fighter Loves a society to fall Feels like I'm lost in my job now I'm always loving to lose Can't get away from Tyler Durden Seems like it's time to begin Fire me if you dare Hold my head up everywhere Keep myself making all this soap I'm the Unde

There was once a girl who loved to watch the skies. She would lie in fields and watch the clouds move slowly and gracefully through the sea of blue. The world passed her by while she simply watched. Things changed before she knew what was happening. The blue skies began to turn to grey, and she wondered what was going on. Rain fell from the darkened clouds, and she had to retreat from her beloved field. The girl retreated to reality and found herself a helpless outcast, staring quietly out the windows of her cell at the darkened skies. It seemed for a while that her mood was going to reflect the skies, and she got quieter and quieter, retre

I thought you were different That you were capable of holding my heart And treating it like a treasure. I entrusted you with such a precious thing And you smashed it You broke it You pulverized it You burned the pieces. You knew I had a history You knew all of my broken hearts You know about all of the boys before And still you did this. It's not like I went back on our promise. It's not as if I shaved my head It's not as if I changed myself I stayed the same And you changed. If I was sleeping beauty And you were the prince I would still be asleep, waiting Waiting for the kiss to wake me up And heal the scars in my hear

I wish that I was beautiful With long flowing hair And flawless skin. Boys would fall over themselves Simply for a glance. Girls would want to be me Whispering envious lies. But if I was beautiful I wouldn't be the same. And that's the last thing I want.

Dear Hollywood, Thank you for making me hate myself For making me feel inferior For passing off walking skeletons as beautiful For making nerds feel ugly For making tall unwanted. Thank you for making bleach blond hair And orange skin hot For making glasses unsexy For making muscular fat For making stupidity look gorgeous. Thank you for making romance unbelievable For making vampires sparkly For following the latest fads. Thank you for making cult films overrated And for making plot-less films chic. Thank you for destroying my self confidence For making me feel fat And ugly And stupid And unwanted. Thank you for making al

The steady screech of air raid sirens filled the cafeteria, and Echo Cadwallader looked up from his tray of food. People around him were already sprinting to their stations, abandoning their late night dinners. With a heavy sigh, Echo shoved a few more rations in his mouth and casually strolled towards the lockers. Pilots and navigators were already tightening their pressure suits and strapping on their belts. Each pressure suit was color coded with the mecha each pair controlled. Echo spotted a lone figure in green and white and walked that way, still chewing his food. Eon Cadwallader spotted her brother and threw his pressure suit at him,