Hi all! Happy New year! Welcome to 2012!

To kick off my first journal of the year, I'll be doing one of those feature journals. I saw this on =Hylian-guardian's journal and decided to take part myself.

The first 20 people who comment in here will have three pieces from their gallery featured here in my journal. However, if you comment, you have to do the same in your journal, making the people who featured you the first on the list.

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Allegory Of a Warrior It's a thankless chore
Day in and day out.
But it's one that no one else
can or will do.
Unless one of us dies, in battle or otherwise
And then recruitment's the fun part.
Not a good prospect, however.
No pay, though
All volunteers
Unlike those rent-a-cop jerks in out west,
but I digress.

Nights are long, days are even rougher
but someone has to do it
Even if it's just some poor sap
All by their lonesome.
At least the effort's being made
to protect the place
Cops can't do everything
Half the stuff we done
Even the military doesn't know
Nor will they ever

The fears
Fear of death
Fear of being discovered
Fear of exploita

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Forgotten Memories Ch 1   
  Link almost jumped out of the comfortable bed when he heard knocking on his door. "Hey Link, get your lazy ass out of bed! You've got a big day today." That was his adopted grandfather, Celik. The portly blacksmith had found Link as a little kid in the poor district of Castle Town: He was only five years old. Of all the little kids begging on the street that were just like him, Celik chose him. Link sometimes wondered why Celik chose him, as there were kids that had it far worse than him, but regardless he took the young boy into his life, and Link never bothered to ask him, as he did not question the luck he had.
& "Brute Force" Contest Entry With sweat accumulating on his body, cuts and bruises covering his body, and his breath's being hard and labored, Blaze Kagayaku was brought down to his knees; Kewashii Jigoku still in his hands.
     Blaze looked up at his opponent. Lucia Kasashi, with dormant zanpakuto in hand, strode towards Blaze. He had a few injuries as well; burn marks could be seen on his chest and arms, and a few small cuts here and there. But they did nothing to really slow down the renegade, "Well Blaze," Lucia said in a cold voice, "You have once again proven yourself a formidable opponent, but not formidable enough it seems. Your end has


(Featuring these again because I can! )




And some touching words from I'm such a bum and don't feel like I deserve any of this, but you all still took the time to do these wonderful things for me anyway. I can't tell you how much this means to me. Thank you all so very much!

I'll omit the usual details at the end of my journals for this entry as it's purely focused on features. <3