Describe a scene in 4 sentences or less - native or english

[Volki]

I see it as saying "the flames shot up high".

[Rigwyn]

After poking around with google translate a little.....

Die Flammentürme schossen in die Höhe

Flammentürme = flame tower  ( I'm guessing the two words were simply concatenated to form a compound word )

It looks like it means literally, "The flametower shot in the height"

[LigH]

The "flame spires" were addressed, as magic spell effects. Sometimes the dictionaries provide dubious translations (spire = Turm / Spitze).

The plaza around the fountain with the statue of the deferential dualistic deity Laanx filled with the citizen of Hydlaa and the surrounding areas. Some people climbed the highest points of this building, which was a center of life of the Dome of Yliakum in many ways. The flame spires rose up high, mixed with the healing rain, and immerged the place in an unreal iridescence. When it subsided, it became silence for several minutes, and dozens of thoughts became one.

I hope you remember the scene...

[Candy]

I woke up feeling dizzy, and itchy. The strange combination of feelings told me exactly where I was - rather than being comfortable in my warm silk sheets at home, I was still at the house where the party took place, still in sweaty clothes from last night. The world stopped wobbling long enough for me to take a look at the sun-lit room, and then it hit me: I was without a vehicle, thirty miles from work, and too hung over to show up anyway. So, uh, do you know anyone that's hiring?

[Rigwyn]

He was a special dog - the kind you would cradle and rock with in the dark as the sound of broken glass and toppled tables made you cringe, and the walls shook with thunderous thuds. You could whisper just about anything to him from within the confines of your closet - so long as you were quiet enough and held his yap shut each time your name was called and those ominous foot steps cast an extra shadow beneath the door. No matter how loudly dad's friends screamed and swore before they left, no matter how wretched and pathetic momma's cries were in the wake of their destruction, he always seemed to have a dopey little smile on his face like nothing really mattered to him except for the present moment. It was a shame to hear him whimper, and to see his happy little face contort as  he was torn away.

[Bonifarzia]

The plaza around the fountain with the statue of the deferential dualistic deity Laanx filled with the citizen of Hydlaa and the surrounding areas. Some people climbed the highest points of this building, which was a center of life of the Dome of Yliakum in many ways. The flame spires rose up high, mixed with the healing rain, and immerged the place in an unreal iridescence. When it subsided, it became silence for several minutes, and dozens of thoughts became one.

I hope you remember the scene...

This one, right?
http://psps.psde.de/node/132

Btw, quite amazing that "Hydlaa" was auto-translated as "dungeon", and "dome" (not "Dom") as "cathedral".

[LigH]

Indeed. And indeed...

[Rigwyn]

I noticed that too and had to wonder if that was intentional or just some coincidence or odd combination of words.... 
If you just type Hydlaa into google translate, it just gives you back Hydlaa. 

[Moja Aere]

Rigwyn, your dog's scene is, I don't know, maybe similar to a heavy iron bar in the face...

Anyway...

Again: chills, blood tumbling/jumping/hiccuping so close to the spine and the stomach curls up like a half-frozen stiff pet who's trying to survive lost in the middle of some nasty winter.
Eyes glued to the billboard, following dark and tiny signs which are composing words on the parchment and inside the head.
But new thoughts overlap memories and memories of old thoughts, and they all beat each others down and jostle each others like disgruntled/unsteady/astonished drunkards at a pointless/sad/already-over party.
If justice isn't allowed to come in, then time isn't allowed to stitch up wounds and it can barely attempt to cheat, clumsily, covering them with dust and it all ends in a sigh that can't be a relief's one because relief can't originate from resignation.

[Rigwyn]

Rigwyn, your dog's scene is, I don't know, maybe similar to a heavy iron bar in the face...

As intended. Thanks

As the Hydlaa guards lead us into the small, but strangely familiar hallway, my eyes raced about compulsively as I desperately tried to take everything in. There was something inexplicably familiar about this whole scene. It was as if I was recovering a lost portion of my life - the sound of our shoes shuffling against the stone floor, the filthy windows from which sparkling streams of light streamed, that noxious rubbery smell followed by a hissing bout of choking gas that eventually killed us.

[bloodedIrishman]

There is silence on the streets. Martial law has been declared. The voting booths are empty and closed. Social media bubbles with revolution.

[Rigwyn]

Once a upon a time, the Internet was abuz with wild discussion and collaboration which bridged people of all nations young and old together. Big brother got greedy and instilled a New World Order which brought all nations to their knees. All forms of social media have gone silent since then and internet behemoths have been dwarfed. People creep around candles in the presumed privacy of their darkly lit homes - whispering in made up languages of their own for fear of being overheard, misunderstood, and tortured in Gitmo-esce jails where they would be force fed though their noses, dragged up and down concrete stairs and forced to watch "The View" 24/7.

[bloodedIrishman]

The View? Lol.

[Rigwyn]

I didn't preview this clip. I could only take about 1 or 2 minutes of it before stopped it. This is painful stuff.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yrgVWeXlOBM

[Candy]

I watched The View once. Couldn't understand a word that was said because they constantly talked over each other so much. It kinda gave off brainwashing-tape vibes.

Anyway, back on topic:

Soft candlelight flickers across the features of an aging Dermorian in the crowded tavern. He turns his green eyes to the walls, wondering if the weapons and shields that decorate the place have ever seen real use, whether the young men, women, and kran that merrily drink know what's ahead of them. Someone starts playing their lute, and he almost can't believe the sight of the gorgeous young lady's hand extended to him in an invitation to dance, not seeing her sticky-fingered friend sneaking close to his table. In the morning he leaves with little more than a tattered, empty rucksack and a broken heart.