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Zubaja Looks Over The Ocean by Zubaja
Zubaja Looks Over The Ocean
A new background for all my Minecraft videos, or at least the Survival playthroughs. Pretty happy about it!
Me, Minecraft style! by Zubaja
Me, Minecraft style!
As the the title states; it's me in Minecraft style!

Made for my new Youtube/Facebook page banners:…
RIP Satoru Iwata by Zubaja
RIP Satoru Iwata
It struck me hard this morning, when I was eating my breakfast and was preparing to go to work, when I saw an article come by on my Facebook feed. "Nintendo of Japan's CEO has passed away".
I had no idea that, a person whom I have never known, could strike me so hard when reading about his death. He was an example, a pioneer of the Games Industry, and a model for young developers like I am. He started humble, and rose to the top.

I am at a loss for words.
“Come, Metis!” Mezumiiru called out to her companion, a great horned owl she met in Darnassus in the early days of her training on Azeroth. The owl swooped from up high, hooting in excited tones as it slowed and perched on Mezumiiru's shoulder. “It's good to be away from all the conflict for once, right? Arathi is so much more peaceful than the Badlands.” Metis cooed and prepared for a nap when a distant gunshot jolted her into a defensive stance; her wings wide, reaching a wingspan of nearly a meter.
“Calm down, Metis.” Mezu said as she stroked the back of Metis' head. “Probably the Orcs from Hammerfall getting into a fight with the soldiers of Refuge Pointe again. You know how that is, although I had hoped it would have calmed down after the Cataclysm.” Metis looked grumpy and made a low growl, flying up again to go scout. Mezumiiru was used to this kind of behaviour. All she had to do was wait for her to return and she would know what was the matter. But Metis did not return.
“Metis?” she shouted, “Metis! Where are you?” Mezumiiru ran in the direction her companion had flown. No sounds were heard, no gunshots, no shrieks; nothing. Damnit, Metis! Never fly off on your own like that again!
A gunshot sounded, and another and another. In the distance she saw small smoke-pufts appear from bullets that missed their target. Mezumiiru fastened her pace and unsheathed her staff, anticipating she had to mingle in some conflict. So much for being away from conflict. She thought.
She could see them fighting in the disance: Humans and Orcs, battling over the farmlands in Arathi. Some of the Orcs pointed towards the sky with their Bows and Guns, aiming for Metis who skillfully dodged everything, and occasionally swooped down and even took an Orc down before veering back into the sky. With this relief, Mezumiiru rushed over the hills with increased vigor and jumping over a rock to cleave an Orc on half. If only the Orc hadn't seen her.
The Orc grunted and jumped back, readied an arrow onto his bow, aimed, shot, and scarcely missed, scraping Mezumiiru's shoulder. She charged at the Orc, enchanting her staff with Flametongue, cast Earth Shock with coördination only a Shaman of the Draenei could accomplish, stunning the Orc. She finished the combo with a swift whack of her staff. Years of training paid off. What is.. my arm is getting numb?
The Orc grinned as he recovered, “You Draenei are so weak to poisons and venoms, just like on Draenor! Enjoy the numbness while I launch an arrow in your pretty little face!” he slowly stepped closer and once more readied an arrow. A loud shriek made the Orc look back.
Mezumiiru couldn't see it clearly, but the orc moved frantically, dropped his bow and started clawing at his face. He eventually took an arrow from his quiver and motioned to stab whatever was assailing him. She heard a shlunk, and the Orc collapsed. A small form approached Mezumiiru and started cooing, the sounds around her becoming more faint each second. “Metis..” she said drousily, “You.. came.. back..”
Metis cooed, rubbing her head against Mezumiiru's hand, trying to comfort her. Mezu wanted to smile, but she had no strength left in her. In the distance she heard muffled voices, shadows crept towards her. She knew from their silhouette they were Human.
Despite being extremely tired, she did not fall asleep. Mezumiiru heard hardly anything, her sight was bad, but her sense of touch remained intact: She could feel everything.
What sort of vile poison did the orc use on me? She thought as she rocked from side to side on the horse. She was not comfortable.
After some time her hearing got better, but her sight did not.
“Who's the fancy little lass you get there, Bulferd?”
“Shut it, Makk. We found her in the field. She was unconscious by one of the Orc's venoms. I'm merely bringing her in for safety, and then I'm off to the farms again. We still have to fight the Orcs for that ram-shackle hold of theirs.”
“And we're stuck in a ditch. So how's that any better?”
Bulferd sighed and moved on, Mezu could hear and feel.
“Don't worry, lass.” he said, “You'll be safe soon. Just down this hill, and we'll be at the camp, far from the conflict.”
Mezumiiru felt grateful. She needed to remember his name if she ever wanted to thank him when she regained all her abilities. But for now she needed to rest, and she knew she was safe.
She felt herself being lifted from the horse, a man calling for aid, and then she was put on something soft. It felt like grass, or some very comfortable straw-bedding. Her weariness lowering, she felt her eyelids grow heavy once more, and as she felt Metis crawling up to her, she slowly drifted asleep.
Birds flew overhead as Alexsy bathed in sunlight, their chirping filling her with joy. Beside her a Stonetalon Skunk sniffed the air, squeeked and ran off to find one of its friends who greeted eachother happily. Nature was slowly coming back into balance after years of being war-torn; even the Cataclysm had left the area untouched for the most part.
The Night Elves tried to settle in the lands and regrow what was lost in the past years. The Horde, who were now scarce, did not bother to interrupt them, their Tauren allies forbidding them as what the Night Elves were doing was for the good of the land. The Orcs were reluctant at first, but eased over time.
She had lived in the Stonetalon region for years long ago, with a family that was now no more than a memory, killed in the days of The Sundering by the ancient progenitors of the Tauren. The Tauren whom now had an alliance with her kind in the Cenarion Circle. She loathed the circle for that, and it drove her back to here, to the mountains she once called home, to find peace.
But Alexsy knew this peace was not to last long. Where one faction goes, the other follows in an endless struggle for power between the two. She could feel the upheaval in Ashenvale, the battles being waged, nature being disturbed. But now she felt something else, something she could not place. Nature was not pleased, that she could tell, and there she was headed: To the north-east of the region.
It was a vast canyon of dead trees, and fresh water coming from a lake. But that is not what her eyes fell on. It was the mountainous wall to the north of this canyon, it was there where nature felt as if it was in pain.
Alexsy slid down the hill, lept, and transformed into her travel-form: A mighty stag with pearly-white antlers and a soft-brown fur, with shine of blue. Unique to her only. She rode on, through the river, past the old sawmill and through the remains of the once lush woods.
When she came close to the cliff, she could see pebbles tremble and hear a terrible sound coming from the other side. Muffled voices, clashing of weapons, shouts of pain and anger. There was a battle going on for controll of the cliff? But there was no path over, through or under it to enter Stonetalon from Ashenvale.
The drilling stopped, the shouts from the other side of the cliff became louder and then an explosion. Alexsy was flung away by the blastwave. As she flew through the eair she was pelted with rocks, roots, even a few animals unlocky to also have been caught in the blast. She hit a tree, hard, and all air escaped her lungs. As she fell on the ground she gasped, looked up -her vision blurry from the lack of air in her lungs. She could see shapes climbing over the rubble from whatever was left of the cliff. One was shouting orders, his blue armor shining in the sunlight. He was clearly an Orc of great status. Alexsy tried to get up, she had to get to safety, but she was too weak. She knew the Horde would find her sooner rather than later.
She thought back, to the time around her training, her mentor's voice echoed through her mind. Remember, Alexsy: A Night Elf is a creature that can adapt to any surrounding. Focus, and you will become near invisible, so long as you stand still. Watch! In her mind, she saw how her mentor vanished from sight, even his shadow dissapearing.
Alexsy quickly focussed, taking in her surrounding and easing her breathing. She saw Orcs coming her way, cheering and chatting, hauling axes, weapons, and supplies. But they did not see her. Alexsy knew she would have to stay hidden long enough for her strength to return.
And so she stayed hidden, until the sun set and the Orcs went back to their camp, just outside of the blast zone. It has been a busy day for them and their Goblin allies. They cleared most of the rubble, and had made a decent path between here and Ashenvale.
Beyond the gap in the cliff she could see, and hear, Night Elves clashing with Horde forces for controll of this new pathway. Will this war never end? She thought as she looked at the destruction and mayhem. She shrugged. Her strength had returned sufficiently, so she decided to sneak off, towards the Night Elven settlement. She stood up, trying to keep her focus, and ran.
She ran as fast as she could, not risking a transformation into any of her animal forms as that would sap her strength faster. She saw torches on a hill to her left. Something was being built there, but not by the Night Elves.
She looked in front of her again, and nearly ran into an Orc who was ready to strike with his axe.
“We got a runner, boys!” the Orc shouted, “It's hunting time!”
“No!” Alexsy shouted, and strangled the Orc in thorny vines.
Shocked at what she had done, and with the knowledge she was now a target, she transformed into her Stag form and made headway for the Night Elven settlement, bashing Orcs out of the way with her antlers. Some managed to swing their axes, damaging them. Her hope grew when she saw the tower of Windshear Hold.
She saw Elves patrolling the cliff leading up to it. Good she thought, The battle has not reached them yet. But as Alexsy got closer to Windshear, she saw torches snuffed out one by one, followed by a cry of pain. Suddenly, the entire settlement became alive with the sounds of battle.
And as Alexsy raced towards her kin, she could think only one thing. War is coming.
Anima - Alexsy (Ch.4)
A new chapter for the "Anima" storyline. This time featuring 'ancient' druid Alexsy. This story takes place on Kalimdor, and has a focus on an entirely different goal than Vysto and his 'horde'.

What does this mean? Read, and find out!
I know it's been a while since last I've posted something (more than a month), but I'm still around; just very pre-occupied.
-The progress on the Android game I'm developing is going smoothly. It's mainly tweaking, updating and refurbishing that needs going on.
-Writing fanfiction is still a thing: You'll find a small excerpt from a new piece I'm writing below this post.
-My kids are a year old now (since yesterday, the 13th of January)
-I have a wedding in four months (mahgawd!)
-I'm still writing my novel
-Youtube is taking up time
-Spending more and more time with the family.

And that's just the short version, as I'm too lazy to go into any details.

Don't worry, I'll soon have something new to post!

"Indonai was indecisive as to what role she would fill as an Adventurer of the Alliance. A healing role was what she wanted; to aid the injured and defenceless. The light did not call to her, nor did nature speak to her, so Priest and Druid were out of order. Her sisters were more fortunate in that regard: Liliyanam her younger sister, showed Druidical prowess from an early age; and Dorinae, her older sister, was already part of the Sisters of Elune for quite some time.Liliyana was not yet of age to train, so she practiced on her own on a daily basis, whereas Dorinae was at a stagnant stage of her Priesthood; stuck in Darnassus, unable to enter the field and grow further. In some regard Indonai was quite happy not having the Light call to her. Just as she was about to give up, the Pandaren joined the Alliance, showing off their skills as Monks. Indonai made up her mind then and went into apprenticehood under Laoxi, a brawly Pandaren with a heart of gold."
  • Mood: Cheerful
  • Listening to: Spotify
  • Reading: Game of Thrones , Book 2
  • Watching: Too much at once @_@
  • Playing: Golden Sun, Metro 2033, AC1, WoW, SWTOR
  • Drinking: Orange soda


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Steven Nolles
'Twas the year 1990, on the 22nd day of November, when a wee lad was born. That wee lad, 'twas I.
"Lo and behold!" Many a person would exclaim, for 'twas a sight to behold. A silent baby, narry a peep, but alive and well, for my stink made my parents weep.
Youth be a cruel mistress as she tortured me on every step, I was autistic I was, narry a friend I made 'cause of it up until highschool, for then I got to go into IT.
Highschool was great and a soothing experience, for I could be myself and lose myself in the fantasies that roamed my great mind. I would program day and night, practise my skill for a complete mastery, when a woman came into my life, beautiful and a sight to behold.
Then came college, a worthy experience, which I narry failed with the chance of succes as thick as a newborn-baby's hair. The latter, speaking of, became my present. Two wee sucklings, a boy and a lass, now bring joy to my life as did my girlfriend's now enlarged.. buttocks.

Work became a reality and I was dragged into the standard drag of the working man; A 9 to 5 job is now my fate, as I silently sit here and wait.
The wee ones grow and become strong, as dad works hard to ensure a great future as was his own.

Sacrifice; You don't give something up, you merely add an obligation because you chose to. And narry does a man choose to sacrifice something if it's all for naught.

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SetaNightsong Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
i had to make a brand new gmail and a youtube due to complications
here it is:…
Zubaja Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2015
Wait.. complications? What sort of complications?
SetaNightsong Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
some virus got into my computer and was messing up everything in my computer so i had to go through my whole computer to fix it and by the time i was done the channel and a bunch of other programs were i had to completely redo my channel.
Zubaja Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2015
That sucks, big time. I hope everything's sorted now :D
Don't forget to notify your current subscribers on your old channel.
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VFreie Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2015
Hi, and welcome to :iconthewrittenrevolution: theWrittenRevolution!
There are lots of things you can get involved in:

Bullet; Red we post monthly writing prompts (that include prizes, and a chat event during the month to help people with their pieces),

Bullet; Black publishing opportunities from other sites (whenever we come across one!),

Bullet; White we have a monthly feature that includes a deserving member, two of the best critiques we've seen during the month, and two helpful writing resources,

Bullet; Red a monthly affiliates feature of two Literature groups,

Bullet; Black and a biweekly-ish article in which one of our admins gives an in-depth critique to one of our members' work that hasn't received much feedback.

We'll soon be reviving our chatroom with weekly activities, so stay tuned for that too. :D (Big Grin)

We also have Facebook and Twitter accounts. On our profile page you will find links to the latest of all the activities I listed up here and to our social networks that will help you keep updated, so feel free to look around and ask if you have any questions, we're here to help!

Welcome to the revolution. I salute you!
kvdolan Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday!! Party Have your cake and eat it too
Zubaja Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2014
Thank you!
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Thank you for the :llama:!

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