Shaymin Studio

[Snowagumon ~ Takuya ~]

Règle 1 - La présentation

   Tout les nouveaux membres doivent se présenter dans la section prévue à cet effet avant de pouvoir poster un message sur le forum, si vous ne vous êtes pas présenté, un Administrateur ou un Modérateur se chargera de vous le rappeler. Si jamais au bout de 3 demandes de présentation vous ne l'avez toujours pas fait, vous recevrez un avertissement et le rang spécial : Fantôme.
 

Règle 2 - L'orthographe, le SMS, etc ...

L'orthographe est la chose la plus importante sur un forum, en effet, si les messages sont illisibles, le forum aussi sera illisible. Donc, essayez de soigner votre orthographe, utilisez un correcteur ou un dictionnaire si vous voulez. Mais bon, je ne vais pas vous blâmer pour deux ou trois fautes, mais si votre message en est bourré, je l'éditerai pour corriger ses fautes.
 

Parlons maintenant du SMS, alors ça, je vous le dis tout net, je ne le supporte pas. C'est moche, laid et illisible. Pour moi, le SMS c'est atroce.

N'oubliez pas que vous êtes sur un ordinateur et pas sur votre Portable ! Donc, appliquez vous et évitez d'écrire en SMS.

Si jamais vous écrivez en SMS, un Administrateur vous demandera d'arrêter et d'écrire comme il faut, mais si vous ne l'écoutez pas, vous prendrez un avertissement direct.

Règle 3 - Le flood

Les multi-posts, les messages en SMS, les messages remplis de Smileys, tout cela c'est du flood.

Avouez que ça doit être assez énervant hein ? De voir des posts comme ça :

[DarkStar]

Bonjour, moi l'ortographe ses pas mon fort et je v'ai quend même mapliquer le plus possible mais je ne garenti rien!
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Peace and love pokemon!

[Disparu]

...
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Si vous lisez ça... c'est que j'ai posté.

[DarkStar]

Une chanse ^^
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Peace and love pokemon!

[DarkStar]

ses oas encor dans les reglement mais il faut doner aumoin 10 point par jour a darkstar sous paine de bannisement...alors bon....bon...forumage! ^^
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Peace and love pokemon!

[DarkStar]

XD je deconne pour les nouveau...ce n'ai pas vrais XD jme suis relit et ont aurais dit que stais vrais lol
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Peace and love pokemon!

[Zelda]

Par contre les triples post c'est pas bien

[DarkStar]

salut a toi ^^ va te presenter
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Peace and love pokemon!

[caoxueer1r]

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[Jacey]

Going Home

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　　They were going to Fort Lauderdalethree boys and three girls and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them.
　　
　　As the bus passed through New Jersey, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill-fitting suit, never moving, his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot, frozen into some personal cocoon of silence.

　　
　　Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard Johnson's, and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat, and the young people began to wonder about him, trying to imagine his life: perhaps he was a sea captain, a runaway from his wife, an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself. Sro Gold
　　
　　“We're going to Florida,” she said brightly.“ I hear it's really beautiful.”

　　“It is, ” he said quietly, as if remembering something he had tried to forget.

　　“Want some wine?” she said. He smiled and took a swig. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.
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　　In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's,and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home.
　
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　　“And you're going home now, not knowing?”

　　“Yeah,” he said shyly. “ Well, last week, when I was sure the parole was coming through, I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick, just before Jacksonville, and there's a big oak tree just as you come into town. I told her that if she'd take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and I'd get off and come home. If she didn't want me, forget itno handkerchief, and I'd go on through.”

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　　She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Brunswick, looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children. The woman was handsome in a plain way, the children still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.
　
　　Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seats on the right side, waiting for the approach of the great oak tree. The bus acquired a dark, hushed mood, full of the silence of absence and lost years. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face into the ex-con's mask, as if fortifying himself against still another disappointment.

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　　Vingo sat there stunned, looking at the oak tree. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind. As the young people shouted, the old con rose and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.