So I'm doing a terminator amv with the song "Sound of Silence" cover by Disturbed. Ideas, suggestions etc?

A main part of how Jams' story goes revolves around him unlocking his memories.  This is important to other characters as well, but I plan to tie it in a bit more heavily here.  In order to make my writing a bit more interesting, would it be alright to create a "mindscape" within Jams' imagination?  It would be sort of a small world that only his mind can access, and mostly just serves to provide some creative imagery for my own personal use.  Beyond being a "visual" representation, it's the same basic idea as him reflecting over his thoughts.  It would not interfere with any other verses in the slightest, although what it may do to Jams mentally is different.

So, this is my Secret Santa as I made for Proto Man! I figured that I could as well share the work, ask for criticism & whatnot. Hope you enjoy!

　　In The Pale Moors a certain scent hung heavy in the thick acrid air. The smell of rot and corruption, the scent of devilry and death. Sour rain poured from the oppressive clouds. Even the ground turned against trespassers in this damned region. Sloppy muck and tangled weeds covered the Moors, everything inedible and inhospitable. The Moors pulsed with hostility, veins of profane magic sent evil through the very fabric of reality. Throngs of unholy monstrosities slaughtered the weak and carved pounds of flesh and sanity from the strong. No one was welcome here in this hellish landscape.
　　
　　Even in this pace of death Strazio felt strangely at home. The electric hostility in the air formed goosebumps across his scarred skin. His tongue pressed against the inside of his gritted teeth. Without hesitation he began the long trek to Darkshire. Acrid rain soaked his cloak and soupy mud clung desperately to his boots. Even the rainstorms threatened travelers here in the Moors. Wind buffeted the scowling Defender, slowing his progress to a crawl and chilling the marrow in his bones. But despite the austere environment he felt a surge of purpose. Every slipped step in the mud only served to fuel his unquenchable rage, and it was that rage that pushed him ever further to Darkshire. If Shang was to be found in that haven Strazio would find him.
　　
　　Ahead of him, only several meters out Strazio saw a hooded figure. Underneath the Avatar’s cloak the crackling of magick could be faintly heard. If this form was a foe there would be no respite for it. As Strazio neared his new acquaintance it called to him with a voice reminiscent of sandpaper.
　　
　　“Oi! Are you friend or foe!?”
　　
　　Strazio froze and shouted back through the downpour, “I’m a Defender of Darkshire, you tell me if we’re enemies!”
　　
　　“Ahg, thank Omni a Defendah, I’m glad ta see one-a-ya, ya see I’m a scout for Darkshire.” He spoke in an accent that mangled his words and stitched the remains back together “I’m tryna make it back, but up ahead a--a creature keeps meh at bay. I’m no good at faightin, but iffen ya can killit I’d be appreciative.”
　　
　　“You need me to kill something?” Strazio smirked, “I’m game, point me in the right direction.”
　　
　　“That’s-tha spirit bigguy, justa follow me and I’ll show ya the beasty.”
　　
　　A pair of meaty legs gave mobility to this creature. It lumbered aimlessly across the path to Darkshire. Strangely humanoid in appearance the monster howled and moaned and paid no mind to the approaching Strazio. Several rope-like arms protruded from a mass of pulsing flesh upon its back. Two sunken eyes smoldered deep in the creature’s skull. The hunchbacked monster seemed tortured by its own existence, what was once a man was now nothing more than an aberration of meat and sinew. Its beady eyes locked onto Strazio and a toothless grin greeted the approaching prime. From deep within the hunchback’s gullet came a baritone chuckle.
　　
　　“Life feels good, everything feels good, please make the redwater come out.”
　　

So, I've been writing down my experiences in Skyrim. I haven't been taking screenshots, because I can't do that in fullscreen, but I've done a decent-ish job of writing down what I've done thus far. I've cut out the in-betweeny walking parts, so it's like a written out in-character Let's Play. Sort of. Anyways, this is gonna be here in case anyone's interested, and maybe somebody is, because it seems like we have plenty of Elder Scrolls fans here. I'll keep adding stuff as time

This marks the beginning of a character-building exercise grand journey! I'll be documenting the adventures of Aramis, a wandering spellsword (because isn't every Skyrim character a spellsword) that woke up in a jail cell one day with zero memories. Aside from, of course, the ones that make her incredibly useful to have around in combat.

Each 'Experience' is a collection of related events or events that happened in quick succession. The 'Obtained' section shows vaguely what Aramis gained (or lost, maybe) as a character along with whatever material things she may have gained. Also, my sense of humour is not entertaining sometimes.

And lastly, my copy of Skyrim is really heavily modded to add new, interesting, weird, sometimes lore-friendly and sometimes not stuff. That being said, if you want to recommend mods, please, do so. Mods are great. I love mods. I may or may not put up a list of mods that actually change how the game works to a significant degree, but... effort. Pffffffft. WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, ONTO THE MESS OF THINGS AND STUFF.

Not a real big thing here, but while I was going over powers with Orihime she noticed something kind of funny.

Quote:Super Jumping
Super Jumping allows characters to transcend humanity's natural leaping limitations. Not only can those with Super Jumping jump higher, but they can also 'double jump' by kicking off vertical surfaces.

Basic – 300 OM
Allows you to jump up to 10 metres high.

Quote:Master Acrobat – 400 OM
Allows you to perform handstands, flips and cartwheels with ease, even while attacking or defending.

The ground below you drops off into nothingness and the world arounds you shrinks into a faded black. Time passes as you continue falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole. Until you come to a sudden stop onto a marble ground. You push yourself off the ground and you see the gorgeous marble palace around you. The grecian, marble columns, the crystal clear blessing pool and a statue of the greek god Artemis standing with a bow and quiver on her back.

More importantly you see a floating, blue visage of an old man smiling at you. His hair is long and braided and there are bags beneath his eyes seeming that he hasn’t slept for literal ages.

“Greetings Champion. I am the mighty Hero Teucer and I have chosen you to help me in this quest to release me and to let my spirit rest in peace. I was slain in this land in a war a long long time ago. I should be resting in the Elysian Fields but that evil warlock cursed my soul onto six relics that you must retrieve for me.” The spirit floated over to the middle of the pool in which there is a small table which looks as if it has a placeholder for these items.

“The relics are scattered throughout the island and are protected by powerful guardians who have been set forth by the Warlock. Please...help release my spirit by bringing all six relics here to the temple. Once I am released I will give whoever brings me all six one of the relics and will imbue it with great power. I chose you because of your valiance and honor as a fighter and I believe that you will be the one to free me. If you have any questions I will be here as long as I’m recruiting others. Please save me.”

The Spirit walks away and sits, staring forlornly at the Statue of Artemis.

Quote: Sign-Ups have begun

Character name:Yuno Gasai

Character source: marai nikki (the future diary)

Character history: Yuno was adopted by her foster parents at a young age Yuno's life was a happy one for several years until the strain of money began to emotionally and psychologically affect her parents. Yuno's father stayed away at work until the late hours and barely interacted with his family. Yuno's mother began to abuse her, wanting her to become the "perfect citizen", eventually locking her in a cage and timing everything she did, from sleeping to eating.Eventually, Yuno snapped and managed to imprison her parents in the cage as punishment. However, she neglected to check in on her parents and they starved to death. Not removing the corpses from her house, Yuno began to act like they were still alive and talked to them, her home's electricity cut off due to unpaid bills. Yuno fell into despair, to the point as was put in detention at school to write up her dreams for the future. Not having any dreams, Yuno turned to the only other person in the classroom: Yukiteru. Asking him what his dreams were, Yuno learnt Yukiteru wished to go stargazing with his parents who had recently divorced. His dreams seemingly ruined, Yuno suggested seeing the stars with him. While Yukiteru objected to going with her instead of his family, Yuno proposed becoming his "bride". Believing Yuno to be joking, Yukiteru agreed but only when the pair grew up. However, in Yuno's view, she believed Yukiteru was serious and her whole life became focused on him. Observing him from afar, Yuno stalked Yukiteru. A week after their meeting, Yuno learned Yukiteru had a love letter, planning to give it to fellow student Moe Wakaba. Realising her chances to be with Yukiteru were in jeopardy, Yuno dressed herself up in a pink rabbit costume to stop Yukiteru from giving Moe the letter. Her attempt ultimately failed, but Moe kindly rejected Yukiteru's feelings towards her. Relieved, she kept stalking him. one day at school yuno gets the Yukiteru diary which predicts what yuki will do every 10 minutes in the style of how she writes about yuki a couple of days later yuno is pulled into the omniverse after killing someone who was looking at yuki then her diary reset to the observer diary (yukis diary)

Physical Description: <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://postimg.org/image/toav0p3hr/">http://postimg.org/image/toav0p3hr/</a><!-- m --> (originals only)

Stats:
ATK:5
DEF:1
SPD:1
TEC:3

Starting Proficiencieshysical Strength – 1000 OM

Starting Powers:Foresight – 1500 OM - since her diary is now the observer diary she can gain foresight into whats around her

Starting Moves:bloody kitchen knife - 300 OM - this knife was straight from the girl who looked at yuki it was taken from yukis kitchen in his house when yuno dosent use it its in her bedroom safe. its recently made of steel and stained with blood the handles made of synthetic plastic for a superior feeling of comfort and strength.

future diary (fodder) - 0 OM - this is how yuno uses foresight. it was the Yukiteru diary but now its the observer diary meaning yuno can take note of whats going to happen it also still has Yunos old diary entry's! its a flip phone and is blue.

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.

Where did you find us? rin takao

Other dimensions. A strange concept to be sure, but Shrek had come across them a few times before, what with racing in Madagascar Kartz and Super Star Kartz. But this place was different. There were no people, no buildings. It wasn't even ruin. It was pure blackness.

Shrek was tragically sucked in through a window in space-time when he least expected it, taking an evening stroll alone.

The ogre could still see himself, though, in this strange land. He tried calling out for Fiona and the kids. While his mouth moved, his vocal cords would not comply. A strange luminescent man that was radiating light also came out of a portal to this strange place.

He talked to Shrek about a place called the Omniverse, and how he, Omni, was responsible for Shrek's current plight.

Shrek was supposed to be the scariest thing in the land, but he was afraid of this... this... spirit or god that was controlling his body so Shrek would'not attack. Omni handed him an orb that felt like glass, but shimmered like neon. All the colors of the light spectrum shone on it.

Omni Wrote:“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.

“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.

“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

The Sage awoke, and could not see the sky. He was outside, there was no way he could be inside, there were not enough echoes from the surrounding area for anything to be nearby. He sat up, and looked around. There was no way he could be outside though, there was only whiteness around him, and the hourglass. It was large and imposing, the sand continued to seep down from the top towards the bottom, the soft sliding sound continued past him and out into the whiteness beyond him. He was vaguely aware of the sounds of people, yelling from far away, but it was almost immediately lost in the intervening space. He looked around, but there was only white to be seen. They sounded so far away, their voices drowned in the rushing sand and the vast expanses of white.

This is not the world you know...

The grinning face flashed in his mind, and he jolted to his feet. He felt unbalanced, the floor was incredibly smooth, and his soft shoes slid slightly...

What is this made out of, anyway? he thought to himself. He reached down to touch the floor, then froze as there was a clicking sound from behind him.

“You a new prime?” came a static-distorted voice from behind him. The sage turned around in surprise and found himself facing the end of a rifle. He instinctively jumped backwards and the white-clad soldier tensed, tracing his motion with the rifle. “Move again and I'll see you every three days for the rest of your sorry existence, pal!”

“Easy Baratori, he's not gonna understand that. He's not a threat yet, he doesn't have any weapons. We can get him peaceful-like.” There was another soldier a little farther back, he seemed far more nonchalant, holding his rifle easily and comfortably.

The first one, Baratori, shot him a glance but continued to keep the rifle steady. “Oh Yeah? What if he's got some sorta powers? You think about that, Cantor? I overheard Belren in the mess yesterday! He was talking about a shadow that controlled his mind!” The stormtrooper turned his full attention back to the new prime. “ Now, are you a new prime pal? You got any Omnilium on you? Speak up!”

Cantor cursed, and leveled his rifle “That's a lot of Camee's coming this way Baratori! We need to get the prime and get out, if he even is a prime.” He began to fire his rifle at the enemy, though they were still a good half-mile away.

Baratori also began to fire at the warriors, though their shields deflected the few blasts that reached them. “This is Trooper TK 5835 Requesting Backup at the Fountain, we have a potential prime in custody, and multiple Kingdom Swordsmen converging on our location. Requesting Extraction STAT!”

One of the swordsmen went down with a shot to the leg, but there were still half a dozen of them, and they were nearly there.

Just think of what you desire most.

The Sage concentrated, he needed a weapon, these men did not seem to be friends of his, and he doubted that the Swordsmen would be any better. He needed to be able to defend himself. As if on call, a small globe that looked strangely familiar rose from his palm and hovered in his hand. A weapon, I need to be able to fight!

The small globe began to glow.

But nothing happened.

“Hey! Quit that, Prime!” The butt of Baratori's rifle smacked him across the face and sent him sprawling.
“Idiot, you think we'd ignore you for three whole minutes? Do we look like conscripts or something?” The stormtrooper turned back to fire at the approaching enemy.

The Sage struggled back up to a nonthreatening crouch, he was too out of his element to do much here, he would have to be very careful about how he handled this.

Two more swordsmen were down, but the rest had closed the gap. Baratori and Cantor were using electrostaffs to fend them off, but they were outnumbered two to one. As the Sage watched, one of the Swordsmen found a gap in Cantor's armor, and the blade slid home sharply. Cantor collapsed, and Baratori positioned himself with his back to the fountain.

He should run.

The Sage got to his feet and began to sprint away from the fight as quickly as he could. The shriek hit him first, and he saw the speck approaching fast. Its sound was a whine that rent the air as it passed. He heard shouts of dismay from the swordsmen. It must be friendly to the White soldiers. He looked around for a place to hide, but there was nothing, only the hourglass, the sand continuing to flow down.

Cantor was sprawled on the ground, and blood was seeping out onto the white floor, but it was fading rather fast, faster than he felt like it should for how solid the floor felt.

A weapon!

The Sage tried again to focus, and again the orb rose from his palm, but again nothing happened. The speck had closed the distance fast, and he could see another of the white soldiers atop the mechanism. I don't have the time for this! He thought, and began to sprint towards one of he fallen swordsmen.

The engine of the speeder-bike throbbed in his ears. There was a strange sound and a searing pain arced across his back. He sprawled on the white ground, and darkness closed in on his vision.

“Trooper TK3359 reporting, I have apprehended the rogue prime. TK5835 and TK2184 reported deceased. Hostile targets are fleeing. Returning to Base.”

The Sage felt himself lifted, and deposited on the mechanism, then he slipped into unconsciousness.