I bring my callous fingers swiftly down on my keyboard desperately typing to my newfound comrades, praying my warning is delivered before it is too late. I smash my pinky finger into the enter button, sending a quick jolt of pain through my hand, and sit anxiously waiting for it to appear on screen. My heart drops to my feet as I stare in horror at the sight of my ally being bombarded with attack after attack unable to even plead for help. I am too late. Through technology, we have been able to connect with millions of people from all reaches of the world. My whole body tingles with excitement as I stare at the screen in front of me; Finally, after what feels like an eternity, it connects with the endless variety of team members that lay …show more content…
These people, whoever they may be, are part of my team and just sitting back and watching as they succumb to their slaughtering is not something I can do with a pure conscious . Sprinting to Blackheart, the closest member of my team, I charge headfirst into battle fuelled only by my desperation. Even throwing every attack I posses at our adversaries I am barely able to do more than scratch them as my comrade makes his escape. Games like these are centered around team play and encourage us to work as a whole, to risk yourself helping others. They see right through my plans as if I explained it to them in great detail. Sweat beads on my brows and slowly makes its descent as they move towards my fleeing friend leaving me in the dust. I tear my eyes from the screen and crush them closed as Blackheart falls his health obliterated. It is my fault, he is my team member and I did not protect him. We have no choice but to do better if we have any hopes of beating these barbarians. Video games do not tell you that because a person is a different race that you are compelled hate them, we conclude that ourselves due to the fact we have always been that way. Games similar to Heroes of the Storm promote togetherness.The do not tell you who you play with or against they give you an objective and it is your job to work as a team to reach that goal. Playing a match …show more content…
Bringing my eyes back to the screen I realize something, we are not obligated to work against the other team. With that sudden realization everything clicks, and the results were staggering. Almost immediately the tables turned we were now the ones forcing them in the corner. Anxiety and excitement culminated into one indescribable emotion that made everything else melt away. Suddenly it was just me and my team, not them v.s us, just my team and the goal we so desperately clawed towards. Intense fighting that lasts for what feels like hours is over in the blink of an eye. We
Bullets flying through the air right over me, my knees are shaking, and my feet are numb. I see familiar faces all around me dodging the explosives illuminating the air like lightning. Unfortunately, numerous familiar faces seem to disappear into the trenches. I try to run from the noise, but my mind keeps causing me to re-illustrate the painful memories left behind.
From walkmans to CD players to iPods, technology has evolved over the succession of the years; humans have taken extensive steps towards a technological transformation that has revolutionized the manner in which several individuals communicate with one another. Likewise, various humans have opted for more modern methods to connect and contact their loved ones such as speaking on a cell phone, video chatting, e-mailing, instant messaging, and conversing through social media. With these contemporary methods of communication, global interaction has now been facilitated and easily accessible; conversing with individuals from across the world is as transparent and prompt as speaking with individuals within the same city. Nonetheless, these technological
I glanced behind a small ridge behind the hill and see two enemies lined up for easy shots. I knocked down both of them, my suppressor ticking with every shot that came out of the barrel. A machine gun shot in the background and I got an indicator that my friend was knocked down; I peek my head out and saw him running along the wall of a building. I took a few quick shots at the enemy and then prone out, my hands sweating as I looked at the top right corner to see there was 2 other people still alive. I tried to revive my teammate when I suddenly heard a flurry of gunshots behind me and my health bar turned red to indicate health below 20 percent. I turned around and shot the guy quickly as my teammate bled out. I lay back down prone and took a first aid kit and some painkillers. I looked back up at the player count, two more alive. It was me and one other person. I started to loot a couple of bodies when I heard
Ever since I was little I remember playing games where I would fight the bad guy and win the girl in the end. This never seem to affect me or make me wonder what small effect it had on my thought process. In games such as Zelda, call of duty, assassin creed, gears of war, Mario, and even halo you play as a white heterosexual male. The idea of playing this way never seemed to phase me as a young child. As I grew up and became more aware of the difference of people and the need for other as well as myself a need to be able to connect and find one 's self in different place such as games, movies, and TV shows. I became aware of the one sided views that video games seem to have. Then I realized that it was seen as acceptable to only have the one sided displayed due to the lack of speaking out on the need for change.
I am Kyndall Crawford. I am surviving one of the world's most deadliest diseases. This disease was known as the Black Death or the Bubonic Plague. This was an epidemic disease that really hit Europe hard. It killed 30-60% of Europe's population, meaning an estimated 345 million. This was a large outbreak. This outbreak started in 1348 and lasted for about five years. So, how am I surviving the black death?
On this one gorgeous day in the small community of Cotopaxi. There was a battle about to go down. The battle was going to be between Paxi and Cheraw. You could cut the tension with a knife. This day was going to be a rough one and everyone could tell. This team that we were play were good in their conference and their conference was way better than ours. This was our last regular season game and this one did not rank us any higher or lower.
I appreciated your quick reply, it was a surprise and needless to say very well received.
“I have made a mistake and I must live with it. I don’t care how but I will get my revenge. Forward, we must catch them quickly before they spring their trap.” Gashard turned away, urging his men to move faster and shouted, “The enemy is within reach!”
The water entered my mouth it cooled my body i was relaxed. I placed a cool towel on my face. Instantly goosebumps appeared and my body was refreshed. As i looked my teams heads were down. We formed a huddle again, it smelt like a gym locker room and was hot like a sauna. I told everyone “ alright guys we can win this” everyone was doubting it except Caleb. We started to go back on the pitch aka the field. My cleats sank in the grass, “it felt good” i thought. The other team started with the ball , so we lined up outside the circle. I whispered to Celeb “ charge them” He replied with a thumbs up. I look at the opponent with a small grin. I felt like a had a devious plan to win. The screech the whistle blew. They started it and me and Caleb charged them. The opponent frozen like a deer in headlights. Caleb took the ball and ran. No one could take him down because of his size. I sprinted down the field waiting for the cross. My feet pushed off the ground faster and faster. The adrenaline kick in again. Caleb passed the ball, then suddenly time slowed down. I was going in for the header. I jumped up with my might , the ball made contact with my head the thoomp. Swoosh. I scored the excitement filled my body and
Dr. D is a cardiothoracic surgeon. He was my hero. He may well still be, even though he is a throw-back to the days when I was more concerned about science than symbolism.
As I was approaching Herot Hall I went to the door knocked on the door not one opened it and I was confused because I could hear the breathing of the soldiers. Furious that no one opened the door I ripped it right off like a human arm on an body. I wanted to enjoy the party with since my mom doesn’t let me go out much. They were all asleep and I thought why waste all of this delicious food. I grabbed the nearest soldier and slowly cooked him over a torch like cooking a lamb over an open fire. I devoured him in one piece. It was a delicious appetizer, I saw one soldier in particular who looked very meaty and should taste well as a entree. I went to pick him up and all the sudden my claws were piercing my own skin.
The battle was going well until as I turned to attack another I saw Duncan swarmed, my brain froze as I watched people if you could still call them that sink there teeth into our leader and as if I had been possessed raised my gun and put a bullet into Duncan’s head.
Across the field as they celebrate our heads began to drop as hope leaves some. The captain and a few others including myself attempts to rally the team for a comeback and lift the spirits of the minuscule crowd we had. We struck back with a goal of our own scored by yours truly. The team's spirit rose as the opposition grew frustrated, but I was not content with our position. A restart in the game leads to a combination of passes that leads to another goal by our captain. We celebrate joyously, but he calms us quickly insuring that we don't allow our lead to slip away. Unfortunately, the sight of losing was unbearable by the opposition as they get a goal of their own creating yet another deadlock. It has reached about seventy five minutes in our game now with the score still equal. We battle hard, but legs have become weak and minds slow as the opposition come fiercely on a counter attack against the run of play. We try with determination to not allow another goal, but the ball found its way into the net. The game came to a close as we lost our final chance to enter the regional playoffs. Heads were down and mutters of frustration filled the
“We barely have time to pause and reflect these days on how far communicating through technology has progressed. Without even taking a deep breath, we’ve transitioned from email to chat to blogs to social networks and more recently to twitter” (Alan 2007). Communicating with technology has changed in many different ways. We usually “get in touch” with people through technology rather than speaking with them face to face. The most popular way people discuss things, with another individual, is through our phones. Phones have been around way before I was born in 1996, but throughout the years, they have developed a phone called a “smart phone”. The smart phone has all kinds of new things that we can use to socialize with our peers. On these new phones, we can connect with our friends or family on social networking sites such as Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Technology has also developed Skype, a place you can talk with people on the computer with instant voice and video for hours. The new communication changes have changed drastically from the new advances made in technology through our smart phones, social networking sites, and Skype.
I can feel the sweat dripping into the cuts on my arms and face. It stings, like really bad, imagine getting bitten by mosquito, then imagine getting bitten all over your body about fifty times, yeah that bad. My blonde hair matted down with sweat. I stand my ground though and wipe the sweat away from my face on my arm. The bow in my left hand is getting heavier and heavier by the minute and the I count only three arrows left in my quiver. If I’m going to make a move I have to make it fast. I see his shadow against the wall of the cave lit only by three torches. The golligon, a man who is about three feet taller than me and 250 pounds of pure muscle, and in place of his legs he has the tail of a snake, slithers towards me. I can tell he is fatigued as well as he is not moving as fast as he was at the beginning of the match. I dodge the swing of his giant double sided axe and as I lay on the ground I pull and arrow out of my quiver and nock it onto my bow string. I take a breath, pull the string back to my mouth, I aim it at his back and let the arrow fly. It hits him right in the center of the back, I take a breath of relief and start to lay down when I realize that I’ve only made him angrier. He slithers towards me again. I start to get up but