Avatar ended, as many of you know, in a 4 part 2 hour long movie that blew everyone's expectations away. It was only describably with one word, and that word is superepicfantasticuberamazing. Now I expect Nick to fail completely, because it now has no good shows, and SB *people gasp at the mention* is played practically all day because...well...it sells merchandise and that's what Viacom *again people gasp* likes in a show.

I was gone for a while, and I wonder why I even bother putting a blog up here. What's the use? There's nothing left for me. I never was that into tv, in fact Avatar wasn't just a tv show in my eyes (and in the eyes of others) it was, as put many times, a religion that brought many people of different races together. I've made so many friends these past month, and much of the time all we ha in common was the love of the show, and most of the time we still got along.

I'd like to dedicate this blog to Angie, whom I love very much.

Silver

I sit here, realizing that I haven't been on tv.com much or at all these past few days, neither have my friends. My last two blog posts have had less than I've had in a long time, because realistically, there's NO ONE HERE.

They've all been driven away or banned. Those that remain are the people who don't care about the mods, or the n00bs, the people who would rather be banned for lame TOS's than just leave.

And then there's the n00bs, they're being banned, but not fast enough, they post spoilers, and they are not deleted fast enough.

I've heard of people getting spoiled from the Sozin's Comet book against their will, by looking at seemingly harmless threads that turn out to be spoilers in disguise.

Look at what this site has become. Nothing but a guide for television, that spark of uniquness gone, the popular show's forums deserted, what went wrong?

Was it something we did? Was it something they did? Or was this site doomed from the beginning? Was the idea of a place where people could not only talk about their favorite shows but make friends too glorious to be a reality?

katara925, SGTHydra, Nalesnik, so many people banned. The strictness suffocates me, and although I know this has been happening since 2006, it's finally over now. There's nothing left, but those who cling to the forums of unpopular shows, or simply stay to contribute to the guides, up their levels, and whatever else lame excuses they have to waste time.

The truth is, if you can't have fun, if you can't go off topic, if you can't make friends, if you can't even pm someone, what is the point in existing on the site?

Indirectly I am saying this is the mods fault, but it is also the fault of the n00bs, and yes, even those who complained against them.

Even thought the mods are only doing their job, they are blind to these things, they are tired, they are hard headed. If someone does something wrong, they are punished, no matter how light the offense.

Is real life like this? Do we really get punished for small offenses? I say nay. We do not.

This may be the last blog I post in a while, as I am fed up. Maria93 has been suspended for a week, and I fear she is next to go.

I have not posted in a forum unless it was safe, and that fear is not tolerable.

I leave with with those words.

If anyone wishes to see my blogstory when I continue it, it will be at the refuge, as most everyone of my friends have an account there. A just place it is, everything tv.com is not.

Silver

Sorry the chapter is so short

The end of that school day had me thinking about what Mr. Wesley had said. Could it be possible somehow that he knew about my powers? How was that even possible? Could it be he had been watching me? That he had come from some government organization?

I shook my head. It couldn't be. I had known Mr. Wesley before I had gotten my powers. Plus he was my teacher, so it was natural for him to be interested in what his students were doing for extra credit. I cursed myself for even thinking of something so ridiculous.

Before heading home, I decided to go to Neil's house. I was interested in seeing why he hadn't showed up for school. He hadn't told me anything the day before, but then again I hadn't really let him.

I remembered the last thing I had told him, and shuddered.

Those were my own words and they scared me because it was completely true. I was a freak, and every day that went by I worried that my family would get hurt somehow because of it.

I walked up the steps to the porch and rang the doorbell. The sky was overcast, like it had been the day before, and I remembered what I had done to Chad.

The door finally opened after what seemed like an eternity, and Neil's sister answered the door. I looked up and jumped back when I saw her face covered in a green mud mask.

"Neil has the stomach bug." She said, "He can't play Nerd Wars with you."

I nearly blushed at this insult.

"What do you mean? He was fine yesterday."

"He's sick, now go!"

"Can I at least-"

"No!" She yelled, and promptly slammed the door in my face.

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Back at home, I practiced controlling fire in my room. I had a bucket of water just in case I accidentally set something on fire, and an extinguisher. It was becoming easier to manipulate the flames I was making, and I even practiced juggling a ball of fire. But I was determined not to get too carried away.

I finally willed the fire in my hand away, after lighting several candles with my fingertip and them putting them out with a wave of my hand. I remembered that Mr. Wesley still had the papers Neil had printed out for me on spontaneous combustion. Not like they could help me at all.

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I went online to look up the papers again, since Neil was apparently too sick to be a help, when a popup came up saying:

You have Neil.

I clicked it, chuckling at how Neil had set that program up a few months earlier. I still didn't know how he had done it.

It took nearly a minute before Neil answered back:

I slapped my forehead in frustration.

After that Neil went offline, and I fell asleep.

I awoke to the sound of a fire truck passing the street.