| rdfs:comment | - __NOEDITSECTION__
- Patchwork is a fictional character in the Wild Cards series. A fragile female ace who fought on the side of Bloat and the Jumpers. She became the girlfriend of Modular Man.
- Kategorie:Infobox benötigt thumb|PatchworkPatchwork ist ein Ghul, der 2277 in Underworld lebt.
- Patchwork, or "Patches", is a ghoul who resides in the city of Underworld in 2277.
- A set of pieces are cut from a cloth and placed next to the board of several odd outlines. The player drags the pieces to the board with the only rules being that a piece can only be placed on areas that it completely covers. Each difficulty has 30 puzzles with every 10 rewarding a token for the Cluck-A-Pop. The mode has 2 help options; a check function which makes sure each piece placed on the board is in the correct position and a hint function which in exchange for 30 seconds of time being added, shows the general location of where a piece can placed
- Patchwork is Thaddeus Micawb's creation and pet dog. He is named after his Frankenstein-esque appearance and origin. Upon hearing that Thaddeus made Patchwork himself, an incredulous Winston suggested that next time, he "follow the instructions."
- Regentrommel 15:14, 11. Okt. 2010 (UTC) Kategorie:EBOOK`s Kategorie:Editor Kategorie:Hilfe Kategorie:PATCHWORK
- Patchwork is a technician to the core. She loves working on people and making them better; it lights up her world. She loves watching people improve and be better again after she's healed them. She is ferociously loyal to the Autobot cause and willing to die for it, believing that peace in the galaxy is important. She is very caring and possesses a very impish, playful nature. She transforms into a suburban equipt for medical transport of any kind, with a range of 500 miles. In robot mode, she carries a multi-rifle, capable of acting as a flame-thrower or several other beam based weapons.
- Patchwork est une goule résidant à Underworld en 2277.
- In his past Patchwork was caught reading "girlie magazines" by his grandmother - who threatened to cut off his fingers as punishment and this seems to have caused severe problems later in life. Patchwork now exists as a killer who takes apart his female victims in order to stitch the bodies together in an attempt to create a "perfect" woman - making him in many ways a gamma-mutated version of a severely unstable serial-killer.
- Patchwork (PW) bezeichnet eine Glaubensrichtung, die vor allem in der westlichen Hemisphäre Wurzeln geschlagen hat:
* Patch - engl. für Flecken - besagt, dass die Anhänger anerkennen, Schuld auf sich geladen zu haben - ihre Seele ist befleckt.
* work - engl. für Arbeit - deutet darauf hin, dass diese Schuld nur durch harte Arbeit mit Hilfe Gottes an sich selbst getilgt werden kann. Die bekanntesten Patchwork-Familien, die Mafia und die Cosan Nostra, kommen aus Italien. nicht verwechseln mit Wohngemeinschaft (WG) - diese befolgt rein weltliche Ziele
- Finals. Ms. Galloway, my Language Arts teacher, had been preparing us for this test since day one. I had no doubt about it that I would ace this exam, as I had in the past. After that, I could finally start my summer break before heading off to college to begin the cycle again. I gathered up my backpack and walked towards the door. Ms. Galloway smiled briefly as I walked by her desk. “Good luck tomorrow, Alex. I'm sure you won't have any problems with the test. Oh, and, happy birthday.” “Hey, Alex,” she said pleasantly, “what are you going to do for your birthday now that you're eighteen?”
- Patchwork is a character who appeared in the cartoon show episode "The Patchwork Bear". He is an animated toy bear with sewed-on patches who works as a guardian of the Crystal Kingdom inside a cave from which the River Smurf gets its water. In the episode, the Smurfs who were investigating the River Smurf being dried up discover him crying and fearful because an evil being named Crackle has taken over the kingdom by imprisoning the Emerald Empress and freezing up the entire kingdom with his magic crystal. The Smurfs help Patchwork to overcome his fears while he helps them find the crystal palace where the Empress is being held prisoner. Although Patchwork was reluctant to go with the Smurfs into the throne room the destroy the crystal, he succeeded in doing so when he saw that his friends
- Patchwork is the 41st level in Chip's Challenge Level Pack 3. It was created by John Lewis. Rather than a pink ball dodging level as it appears, Patchwork is simply a maze, as Chip cannot get past any of the balls and they only block passages between rooms, rather than bouncing between rooms, which would require Chip to wait for them. A simple strategy is to place conspicuous tiles where pink balls can walk within a level editor, such as clone machines as were originally used, and read out the route to play the unmodified level with a drastic reduction in distractions.
|
| abstract | - __NOEDITSECTION__
- Patchwork (PW) bezeichnet eine Glaubensrichtung, die vor allem in der westlichen Hemisphäre Wurzeln geschlagen hat:
* Patch - engl. für Flecken - besagt, dass die Anhänger anerkennen, Schuld auf sich geladen zu haben - ihre Seele ist befleckt.
* work - engl. für Arbeit - deutet darauf hin, dass diese Schuld nur durch harte Arbeit mit Hilfe Gottes an sich selbst getilgt werden kann. Patchworker leben ihren Glauben öffentlich. So tragen die Mitglieder gern ungewaschene, fleckige Kleidung. Sie finden sich zu kleinen Zellen zusammen, die "Patchwork-Familie". Es kommt nicht selten vor, dass die Zusammensetzung dieser Gruppe sich im Laufe der Zeit mehrmals ändert. Dadurch erfahren die Mitglieder eine vielfältige Auseinandersetzung mit den oft sehr unterschiedlichen Familienmitgliedern. Die bekanntesten Patchwork-Familien, die Mafia und die Cosan Nostra, kommen aus Italien. nicht verwechseln mit Wohngemeinschaft (WG) - diese befolgt rein weltliche Ziele
- Patchwork is a fictional character in the Wild Cards series. A fragile female ace who fought on the side of Bloat and the Jumpers. She became the girlfriend of Modular Man.
- Patchwork is a character who appeared in the cartoon show episode "The Patchwork Bear". He is an animated toy bear with sewed-on patches who works as a guardian of the Crystal Kingdom inside a cave from which the River Smurf gets its water. In the episode, the Smurfs who were investigating the River Smurf being dried up discover him crying and fearful because an evil being named Crackle has taken over the kingdom by imprisoning the Emerald Empress and freezing up the entire kingdom with his magic crystal. The Smurfs help Patchwork to overcome his fears while he helps them find the crystal palace where the Empress is being held prisoner. Although Patchwork was reluctant to go with the Smurfs into the throne room the destroy the crystal, he succeeded in doing so when he saw that his friends were captured by Crackle and threatened to be frozen with the magic crystal. As he charged in to stop Crackle, he slipped and swung across the room with the crystal until he hit a wall, smashing the crystal and thawing out the entire kingdom. After Crackle was banished again to the mountain top, the Emerald Empress awarded Patchwork with a medal for his bravery.
- Kategorie:Infobox benötigt thumb|PatchworkPatchwork ist ein Ghul, der 2277 in Underworld lebt.
- Patchwork, or "Patches", is a ghoul who resides in the city of Underworld in 2277.
- A set of pieces are cut from a cloth and placed next to the board of several odd outlines. The player drags the pieces to the board with the only rules being that a piece can only be placed on areas that it completely covers. Each difficulty has 30 puzzles with every 10 rewarding a token for the Cluck-A-Pop. The mode has 2 help options; a check function which makes sure each piece placed on the board is in the correct position and a hint function which in exchange for 30 seconds of time being added, shows the general location of where a piece can placed
- Patchwork is Thaddeus Micawb's creation and pet dog. He is named after his Frankenstein-esque appearance and origin. Upon hearing that Thaddeus made Patchwork himself, an incredulous Winston suggested that next time, he "follow the instructions."
- Finals. Ms. Galloway, my Language Arts teacher, had been preparing us for this test since day one. I had no doubt about it that I would ace this exam, as I had in the past. After that, I could finally start my summer break before heading off to college to begin the cycle again. I gathered up my backpack and walked towards the door. Ms. Galloway smiled briefly as I walked by her desk. “Good luck tomorrow, Alex. I'm sure you won't have any problems with the test. Oh, and, happy birthday.” I quickly acknowledged her comment with a silent nod and a grin as I made my way out the door. As I walked calmly down the hallway, a familiar voice called out from behind me. I stopped, turned around, and noticed that it was my best friend Sarah. She ran over to me. “Hey, Alex,” she said pleasantly, “what are you going to do for your birthday now that you're eighteen?” “Study.” I replied. “How boring,” she teased, “you should do something fun.” We continued walking and exchanging small talk, eventually making it to the main school entrance and its glass double-doors. Outside I was greeted by the glare of the afternoon sun slamming its rays down into my eyes. I turned to Sarah, who was busy shielding herself from the sun by furiously zipping her hoodie all the way up and covering her head. “Are you okay?” I asked jokingly, having been down this path before. “Yeah, I'm all right. I just burn easy, that's all.” We both laughed and headed towards the student parking lot behind the school. A few minutes later we were both standing next to Sarah's car, chatting casually about tomorrow's exam and both of our plans for the summer. “I heard that Ms. Galloway was going to Vegas when this school year was over,” Sarah said. “Let's just hope she comes back safely,” I replied darkly, “things have a way of creeping up on you.” Sarah noticed my sudden change in tone. Her eyes met mine. She knew something was bothering me. “You were quiet today in class,” she said, “is something on your mind that you're not telling me?” We had been friends since kindergarten, and over the years we practically learned everything about one another. However, there might have been one thing I kept secret from her. “It's about my sister,” I said gravely, “today is her birthday; or it would have been, had she been born.” “Why haven't you ever talked to me about this? You know I would have been there for you.” She looked offended that I had kept this information from her. “I don't know,” I replied. I lied. I did know why. “I'm sorry about your sister,” she said, “how old would she have been?” “She would have been eighteen had she been alive today.” I felt my face become hot from annoyance. Sarah looked at me and could tell that this conversation needed to end, for now at least. “I'll let you get home to your parents. They probably have something planned for you.” We hugged briefly before heading our separate ways. My house was a ten minute drive from the school, located in an upper-middle class neighborhood. I stood on the doorsteps to the front door of my home. I rang the doorbell once, and to my surprise, no one answered. Since my dad was at a business meeting, I figured my mom was out running a few quick errands. So, I opened the door with my personal key. Once inside, I noticed a note on the kitchen refrigerator: I went over to the counter and noticed the cake. Chocolate. My favorite. I grabbed a plate and knife from the cabinet and cut a slice for myself. I left the kitchen and went upstairs to my room. Oddly enough, my bedroom door was ajar, and I could see the light from my bathroom peeking out at me. I cautiously opened my bedroom door. The bathroom door was open and its light was on. However, I quickly scanned my bedroom. Nothing looked disturbed. “Strange,” I thought, “I don't remember leaving the light on.” I turned the light off and closed the door. I turned the bedroom light on and set my cake down on the desk across from my bed. I took my backpack off and put it on my bed, taking a notebook out in the process. The notebook was worn and contained several weeks worth of notes. I sat down at my desk and got comfortable. I opened the notebook and began to study; eating a little bit of the cake every few pages or so. I had been studying for what seemed like half an hour. I noticed that my mother was still not back from the store yet. “Didn't she say that she only needed a few things,” I mused, “I guess it must be crowded today.” I went back to my studying. However, it wasn't long before a sound in the hallway pulled my attention away from my studies. I turned my head to the disembodied laugh of a little girl. I was alone, so I knew there couldn't be anyone else in the house with me. A cold bead of sweat started to form on my brow. A few minutes went by and nothing happened. So, I went back to my studies. As I was nearing the end of the notebook, I could of swore I heard labored breathing coming from behind me. “How was the cake?” I turned around quickly. Nothing. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. My skin felt cool and clammy. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I knew that I wasn't imagining it. The sound of the doorbell snapped me back to reality. I went downstairs and saw that my mother had already let herself in. She had a few plastic grocery bags with her. “Could you lock the front door for me sweetie?” she asked. I locked the door and went over to the kitchen to help her unpack. She looked me over. “Alex, you look tired. Do you feel alright?” “I'm alright,” I replied, “I've just been studying for tomorrow's exam.” I didn't bother telling her about the events from before. I doubt she would have believed me. “Don't work yourself too hard.” “I won't.” “Good,” she said, “your dad is about to come home from his meeting. We'll have dinner early so you can get some sleep.” Dinner was typical: my father talked about work, my mother shared some gossip her girlfriends had told her, the trash was taken out, and the dishes were done. After dinner, I went up to my room and prepared for bed. That night I tossed and turned. I found it difficult to push the memories of what had happened earlier out of my mind. When I finally managed to fall asleep, I found myself in a hallway that seemed to be entirely organic in nature. The floor and walls were rhythmically pulsating in sync with my own heartbeat. This place felt somehow familiar, yet I still couldn't fight a foreboding sense of dread rising in my chest. A few moments later, and I could make out a silhouette in the darkness before me. The figure was shambling towards me, growing ever near as the seconds passed on. It was then that I noticed that I could not move. My legs would not obey my mind's desperate plea to run. “Happy birthday, Alex!” The silhouette that was only moments ago obscured was now in plain view. I cried out in terror as I laid eyes upon the thing that was in front of me. It was hunched over with its legs close to its head, making it roughly half my height. Pieces of translucent flesh were haphazardly sewn together, giving its skin a patchwork look to it. Two hollowed eye sockets stared back at me. “You have something of mine!” It lunged towards me. My vision faded to black for a moment. When I opened my eyes, there was a girl in front of me, who looked to be around my age. She stared at me and smiled. “How does it feel?” She walked past me and I turned around to see her fade into the distance. Something felt off. I looked down and noticed it immediately. “One. Two. Three. Push!” Suddenly, an intense white light filled my vision. Blinded and confused, I felt an unknown source pulling me towards the light. My breath felt like it was being taken away from me. I could feel my heart slow and become still... “I heard that Ms. Galloway was going to Vegas when this school year was over,” Sarah said. “Let's just hope she comes back safely,” I replied darkly, “things have a way of creeping up on you.” Sarah noticed my sudden change in tone. Her eyes met mine. She knew something was bothering me. “You were quiet today in class,” she said, “is something on your mind that you're not telling me?” We had been friends since kindergarten, and over the years we practically learned everything about one another. However, there might have been one thing I kept secret from her. “It's about my brother,” I said gravely, “today is his birthday; or it would have been, had he been born.” “Why haven't you ever talked to me about this? You know I would have been there for you.” She looked offended that I had kept this information from her. “I don't know,” I replied. I lied. I did know why. “I'm sorry about your brother,” she said, “how old would he have been?” “He would have been eighteen had he been alive today.”
- Regentrommel 15:14, 11. Okt. 2010 (UTC) Kategorie:EBOOK`s Kategorie:Editor Kategorie:Hilfe Kategorie:PATCHWORK
- Patchwork is the 41st level in Chip's Challenge Level Pack 3. It was created by John Lewis. Rather than a pink ball dodging level as it appears, Patchwork is simply a maze, as Chip cannot get past any of the balls and they only block passages between rooms, rather than bouncing between rooms, which would require Chip to wait for them. A simple strategy is to place conspicuous tiles where pink balls can walk within a level editor, such as clone machines as were originally used, and read out the route to play the unmodified level with a drastic reduction in distractions. Travel between rooms and toggle walls (represented by *) in the following order: L U* (chip) R (chip) D L (chip) U* (chip) U (flippers) D* D R (press button twice) R* U U* R (chip) D D* L (blue key) R* R U L (get 2 chips) R R* (chip) U (red key + 2 chips) D* L D D R* (chip) L L L L* (chip) U (chip) D* R R D* (chip behind blue door) R (chip) U R (chip) U* (chip behind red door) U (chip) L U R* (chip) D D D L L D* (chip) L (fire boots + 2 chips) R* R (chip) U L (get 2 chips) R D L* U R R D* (chip) R (yellow key + 2 chips) L* U U U U* L D R D* D L D L* U R U L* U U L* (chip behind yellow door) D D*L (press green button twice) L U* U (get 2 chips) D* D R U L* D D D (get 2 chips) U L to the exit.
- Patchwork is a technician to the core. She loves working on people and making them better; it lights up her world. She loves watching people improve and be better again after she's healed them. She is ferociously loyal to the Autobot cause and willing to die for it, believing that peace in the galaxy is important. She is very caring and possesses a very impish, playful nature. She transforms into a suburban equipt for medical transport of any kind, with a range of 500 miles. In robot mode, she carries a multi-rifle, capable of acting as a flame-thrower or several other beam based weapons.
- Patchwork est une goule résidant à Underworld en 2277.
- In his past Patchwork was caught reading "girlie magazines" by his grandmother - who threatened to cut off his fingers as punishment and this seems to have caused severe problems later in life. Patchwork now exists as a killer who takes apart his female victims in order to stitch the bodies together in an attempt to create a "perfect" woman - making him in many ways a gamma-mutated version of a severely unstable serial-killer.
|
