Drix D'Zanth

OOC: Let me introduce the NEWEST Rper of our game : DuoMax. His excellent information has lead me to choose him out of the other hopefuls in Harlequin and Ars Magicae?s absence. Welcome to the game! You may now post your opening actions Duo. Doukeshi03----------------------------- A faint wind blows through the open window, carrying a distant horn. Distant? You suddenly wish you were there, in spite of the anger embellished by such a vitriolic noise. You wish you could be free of your self-lamentation, of this horrible dream. The room seems to mock you with it?s artistic beauty, never had you ever dreamt art to be so deadly. The handle latches with a clank and you stand there stunned a bit, your fingers wiggling like the shudder of a bird before it?s flight. As the crack of light fills the room, and the door is swung wide, you see your gracious host standing before you, clad in the same attire as before. He stands smiling, studying your figure that seemed to cower in the shadows, before smirking, "Hiding? I thought that?s what my kind were supposed to be doing." "You mean vampires?" Jerith spits, the word bitter on his tongue, the lacquer of demons. "Kindred," He raises his eyebrow, "Vampire is so archaic, don?t you think? We are all Kindred of [I]Caine[/I]," He hesitates on the last word. A father lying to his son about Santa Clause. "I know what you saw in that room frightened you, you will see far worse in your short existence, I assure you." His eyes narrow, "Why is it that death becomes so personal when witnessed for the first time? I?ve long forgot the remorse of seeing death. However the crestfallen nature, you present yourself to me.. saddens me, If I knew the feeling." He stood again searching over you, his green eyes betraying the darkness that clouded his face, his teeth flashing again, "You have a gift.. one that cannot be overlooked." You consider his words. What does he want? Whatever escape that may have existed suddenly seems unimportant. Considering your options, not much is presented before you, so you stay your fears to hear his words. Graciously he acknowledges your conciliation, "Your gift, your [I]art[/I] is something that those closest to me have always wished to preserve. Art is the greatest form of humanity, of immortality. It is the bridge, that spans the chasm between your kind , and mine. I have an eternity to thrive in my art, in every aspect of my life. It becomes art, your actions.." He steps forward towards the window, "Art is the speech of one?s soul, Jerith." He seems paler now, his deep raven hair cascading over the pallid sheen of his dermis. You watch him, speechless as he turns towards you again, a determined look, "Jerith, you are going to die tonight." [I]Die?[/I] ".. The only question is: will you continue your art in this realm, or the next?" He bores into you with those eyes of flame, of lurid omniscient beauty. His question reaches to the deepest string on your heart, snapping it. No time for earnest thought, regret, remorse? You must choose He extends his hand to you, palm downward, "Choose?" As your heart pounds, your head throbbing, your body trembling? it is time to make your eternal decision? Adahn-------- The monster before you jumps back again? smiling with devlish glee. "You lives?", he stammers, poking you with a decrepit finger, his eyes widening with happiness. You turn around, filled with remorse, awe at what you?ve become. "You are now beautiful, child, you are now free! No longer shall you wade in the impression of others! So now you can find your own path of your heart! Come to me!" He reaches his hand towards you, smiling with pride, his jagged expression is a bear-trap. Entreating you again, "Come to me! I shall show you the secrets of the night?" He stands there a moment , confused after his last statement, "What will your name be? You are human no longer? find yourself a name!" The ragged flesh is cold on your lips, the blood seems to throb with it?s own consciousness in your toungue. You still feel the ache of your last dying flesh, and the white noise subsides. The room is now clear to you, every color imagionable is open to your vision. You hear the walls groan from footsteps two stories above, you see the crackling of paint. You smell his blood, your blood, and the horrible matrimony of both. You smell the dank room and hear it?s voice. As you consider his statement.. you smell blood again, different blood, like a tulip in a rose-garden?

I reccomend the Retarded Animal Babies series. It's a flash cartoon set.. beats the royal-..yeah.. out of Happy Tree friends. Endless hours of laughing, and jovial fun! Idiosyncracies aside...

... I can be the OVERMIND.. the friggin HIVE mind of EVERY ZERG (except those controlled by kerrigan)... and you think there is any way I could possibly "overstep" the boundaries? Think of it realistically.... there's 2 people in control of the zerg.. kerrigan.. and the overmind. That's it. The only difference was in the short period of time the overmind was regrowing into a new one. I'll just be the overmind and control basically all the zerg, and leave Kerry to her wishes, muahahah.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Double_B_Daigo [/i] [B]Ever think that when learning martial arts that if you use it WITHOUT A LISENCE THAT YOU GO TO JAIL FOR USE OF A DEADLY WEAPON!!! When a martial artisit earns black belt, his body is from then on dubbed a lethal weapon and there for must be legally registered. Its the same thing. MArtial artist don't start fights, the first thing we learn in a fight is 1. never start a fight, 2. try and avoid fights, and 3. if a fights happens to come your way, NEVER kill your opponent. [/B][/QUOTE] Yeah.. I know when I learn how to fight.. it's to avoid fighting.. *cough* But you further my point, if a martial artist starts a fight (let's admit it please.. there are some pretty stupid people out there.. some of them HAVE to be martial artists some way or another), then anyone who doesn't know the martial arts is put at a disadvantage... so they have to use their own form of "equalizer" a gun.. or a bat.. it's all to save your ***. Patton said, "The objective of war isn't to die for your country, but to make the other bastard die for his." This applies well enough in the small skirmished wher "dying" may not be a factor. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Double_B_Daigo [/i] [B]Using a gun is not 'leveling the playing feild', its using a weapon that takes absoltuely no effort to kill with. If a person challenges a martial artist to a fight, its there fault if they get the living hell beatn out of them, instead of acting as an adult. My point stands.[/B][/QUOTE] It doesn't take much effor to kill someone when highly trained in Martial arts. The only thing I'm saying is that if for some reason it IS the martial artists' fault, then who's to say he does deserve the living **** beat out of him? That's like arguing with a guy who has a concealed weapon.. pulls it out and shoots you. [I] Oh.. it's my fault, I didn't realize he had such an advantage[/I]. Stop Idolizing martial artists.. they aren't perfect. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Double_B_Daigo [/i] [B]Only cowards use guns in fights that they start.[/B][/QUOTE] I really hope you aren't american. You just called every United States soldier a coward more or less. Granted, we didn't start all our fights, some were indirect involvment (german invasion) and others direct (revolutionary war). I've got a suggestion.. think before you speak, oh wise sensei, fists do not suddenly grant your purpose with any more integrity than guns. As I've said before .. up with the times. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Double_B_Daigo [/i] [B] PS- the guy that said that wasn't teaching a class, he's a guy my dads freinds with and he teaches me Goshin Karate, in which he is a third degree black belt in, and i really beleive him. [/B][/QUOTE] Yeah, I belive your dad's friend.. he's a perfectly reputable reference. Honestly, i don't give a thought to who you talk to, just because he's belt-this or master-that doesn't really make him wiser in the ways of the world. This does nothing to prove your point, quoting usless references. As I would love to carry this discussion across the boards... I realized the thread started Aug 18th.. you all know better than to drag up dead threads. This thread should've died long ago. You can PM me your repsonse if you want DBD.. but .. Thread Closed.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Double_B_Daigo [/i] [B]You know what my Jujutsu masters call it when people use guns in fights, Sharpie? He calls them "Chicken S**T Fights". If you can;t defend yourself, then thats your problem. Techinically, Boxing is a martial art. It is the art of fighting with your fists. YOu learn to box, just as you learn to do TKD or Karate or whatever. So don't be so cowardly as to threaten to shoot an unarmed person. [/B][/QUOTE] *whipes tears from his eyes after a 5 minute laughing bout* I never knew your masters had such egos! I would hardly consider a master of Jujitsu "unarmed". You guys tout the fact that you have LETHAL powers, and fists of fury, however when someone actually metions evening the playing feild, you call it "chicken ****?" No offense, but Martial Arts are archaic. Their only merits now lie in the off chance you need to defend yourself, and the values gained from martial arts (discipline, honor, etc). It's so funny watching martial arts movies and watching these kung-fu masters disarm heavily armed guards! :laugh: Honestly people, a 5.57 mm round is going to stop your "Praying Mantis " style , any day. Think about it, is that any more cowardly than beating the **** out of some guy because he doesn't know Tae Kwan Do? I hate it .. suddenly you expect to walk around all gallant with your Tae Kwan Do inbued fists expecting bar fights to be a cinch, and to be attacked by the "bad guy'. I'll make sure If I'm ever getting into a fight with a Tae Kwan Do master.. I'll take him out from long range preferably.... with some sort of high powered weapon. At least that will even the playing feild to some extent. He has no one to blame but himself for studying an art that is usless against a tiny peice of metal.

Well considering the ABUNDANCE of angst-ridden, pre-teen poetry , I figure I'll be writing more comedic poetry. This lineup of my poetry will feature more or less funny stuff. First, a [B]Haiku[/B] (I think I got that right). [I]Omniscient god creates world in six days- cannot cure herpes. [/I] Next: [B]Dyslexic Flowsnake[/B] [I]studious serpent, perplexed by highbrow writ(h)ing, dots his p's and q's[/I] This is dedicated to about 90% of the poetry I see in these forums: [B]I Hope You Like My Poem [/B] [I]There are rainstorms in my heart, And snowstorms in my soul, A fog in my mind Makes sure that I can't comprehend A leaf as it falls off a tree Nor its autumn colours. The hustle and bustle of the big city is too much for me. My cat and my dog are dying A neighour abuses his children But who cares about the thorns of the roses of self-harm? I lie awake at night, And look out my window Why are homeless people ignored by rich people? Why do homeless people have to die in the cold? I cook onions and listen to the birds sing I love sex And how great God is, But I realise that sometimes, He is horrible. Spring, summer, autumn, winter Winter, I watch the birds flying off It makes me want to write a poem. Look how pretty the night sky is. Watch how the trees sway in the wind. I love the fragance of flowers, Especially roses. But, sadly, soon, too soon, they'll be dead. Who removed the lint from my navel? Am I too deep? Is that why nobody gets me? Must I endure the pain Of my heart and soul ripped out by my ex-lover?[/I] Then of course, one that rhymes: [B]If I were a Bumblebee[/B] [I]If I were a bumblebee, I'd float up in the sky, I'd let my wing's embrace the wind, I'd drink life up, lest I die. I'd carry my great hulk, My massive entourage, Only stronger with my bulk. If I were a bumble bee and laid my eyes on you, I?d fly down to greet thee, And say a thing or two. But first I would sting thee, I would saturate with stinging sea, of poison roaring flame, I?d burn thy flesh like rended meat, Until your arm went lame. I?d hunt you down as you ran, I?d giggle in delight, As you ran from my small form, I?d chase you in your plight. You?d hide in forests, screen doors, They are no match to me. I?d carry horrors ever more, I?m a god-like bumble bee. I?d break through your warrant effort, your attempted swatting away, I?d sting you in divine retort, Until afternoon fades I would leave you in the puddle of gore, Standing proud on my conquest, My evil grin would grow evermore, I would proclaim, "I AM THE BEST!" Then I would buzz off to tell your friends, Singing my diminutive tune, I?d sting them too, to make amends , my venom drips like a monsoon! Then I?d feast on a flower, like a Viking after pillage, I?d take off an hour, before terrorizing your village. If I were a bumblebee, I'd float up in the sky, I'd let my wing's embrace the wind, I'd drink life up, lest I die?.[/I] -------------------------------- Tee hee! Hoped you liked that last one.. *digs through poetry stash* OOH! This next one isn't quite so funny.. but heh *shrugs* [B]Train of Thought[/B] [I]I only have five hours till my Timex starts to beep, and even though I?m tired I just cannot fall asleep. Cause words keep effervescing just like bubbles in my brain, all efforts toward their banishment thus far have been in vain. A train begins to chug it?s way into my restless mind, and now I see a trestle then a boxcar then a line. And quickly, even faster then the last word fades away, it?s replaced with one in train of thought that keeps my sleep at bay. As line turns into cross turns into start turns into race, and race turns into runner then to marathon then pace. Then pace turns into racehorse then to fast and then to fly, followed in succession I see plane then soar then sky. The sky turns into heaven then to angel then to Christ as Christ is superseded in a flash by sacrificed. Then in a quick progression sacrificed turns into lamb, the lamb is soon supplanted, here comes calf then veal then ham. The ham leads straight to breakfast then to morning then to showers, as rain and springtime fall in line which makes me think of flowers. Now colors pop into my mind, there?s nothing I can do to stop the flow of red to orange then purple into blue. Soon blue?s replaced by navy which then yields the way for seal, and lining up in single file are shut and close and deal. Verbosity has cursed me with this ceaseless wordy chain. Is this the reason Mr. Poe went very near insane? I try to think relaxing thoughts like doze and nap and sleep, but in between my efforts little words begin to creep. Now bull and doze walk hand in hand across my fertile mind, and cat and nap come skipping through, not very far behind. My thoughts are interrupted by a yawn I can?t control, and cat and nap and bull and doze soon end their midnight stroll. Yet even as my need for sleep regains the upper hand, some tiny words like go and to make one more desperate stand. I feel my body battle back, an all out war I wage, against the words that slink across my fading mental page. The last thing that I saw, before the train of thought?s surrender, were letters in an envelope, postmarked: Return to Sender.[/I] ------ Your thoughts? More to come soon!

Oh god, I just talked to Chaos on AIM, he gave me this picture. I know it's a bit off-topic. But enjoy ;)

screw mine.. Mitch's are WAY cooler. Take it away mitch. I'll let someone answer yours.

Well, he's given his mithril coat at Rivendell.. sooo let's see. 1) Great orc attacking him in balin's tomb (the movie was wrong, it was not a troll that hit Frodo) 2)When Shagrat and Gorbag fought over it, it resulted in their deaths allowing sam to save Frodo from Cirith Ungol. 3)An orc arrow as he rode in the aduin. It would've penetrated his back. 4)When [spoiler] Sauruman (Sharkey) [/spoiler] stabs him when they return to the shire. The knife glances off the hard metal. well your question was damn hard, I'll compliment mine with an easy question: What battle was Isulder killed, in which the ring dropped into the Aduin?

UGHHH, As much as I must look like a total dick, I must quote this: "Self-pity is easily the most destructive of the nonpharmaceutical narcotics; it is addictive, gives momentary pleasure and separates the victim from reality. " John W. Gardner This thread is really becoming a wallowing mass of pity and crying, pity and crying. No progress is being attained at all as evident by ssjBrolli's repsonses indictate. No progress=no discussion=completely redundant exchange of ideas=thread closed.

I have little doubt you "righted" anything. I would suggest that you DON'T continue pleading your case, as you continue to solidify our opinions against you. Please post on another thread, you are going so off-topic, it's dragging the thread down.

You should totally be a Pop band. I mean, it's not like that's ever been tried before. Which brings up the question.. how can you be "pop" without being "popular" *shrug*. Anyway.. it's about time we got another Backstreet Boys, and I'm sure you'll do nicely Xyandar.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by elf_gurl_kagome [/i] [B]HA HA STUPID KID!!! CANT EVEN GET A GIRL FRIEND....MAYBE U SHOULD JUS TURN GAY... [/B][/QUOTE] I'm going to give you a little hint.... as a Moderator and all. This is something I've learned over my years of experience (as a person)... ready?... Don't ever post anything remotely resembling this EVER again, or you will be banned. -Drix

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Baron Samedi [/i] [B] And No, Adahn. You don't need to get into a firefight over this one, which I am making a generalisation about. [/B][/QUOTE] *Searches for Adahn on this thread*... Let's keep the flaming to a minimum. You and Adahn have burned eachother on numerous occasions, I know the scars must run deep :worried: . But lets not [I]invite[/I] open argument, shall we?

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by The Original [/i] [B]The following has been taken from Al Franken's excellent book, "Lies and the lying lyers who tell them. A fair and balanced look at the right." "How about the 2000 presidential campaign? Remember in the first debate, Al Gore said he had gone down to a disaster site in Texas with Federal Emergency Management Agency director James Lee Whitt? Actually, it turns out that he had gone to the disaster site with a [I]deputy[/I] of James Lee Whitt. As vice president, Gore had gone to seventeen [I]other[/I] disasters with James Lee Whitt, but not that one. The press jumped all over him. There were scores of stories written about how Gore had [I]lied[/I] about James Lee Whitt. It was as if James Lee Whitt had been the most popluar man in the United States of Maerica and Gore was lying to get some of James Lee Whitt magic to rub off on him. Contrast that with the media's reaction to this Bush description of his tax cut in the very same debate. Bush saidI also dropped the bottom rate from fifteen percent to ten percent, because, by far, the vast majority of the help goes to the people at the bottom of the economic ladder. "By far, the vast majority...goes to the people at the bottom." That is what George W. Bush told AMerica. The truth is that [I]the bottom 60 percent got 14.7 percent.[/I] Gee, that's a pretty significant misstatement, don't you think? More important than whether a Texas fire was one of the seventeen disasters you went to with American icon James Lee Whitt. So, what was the reaction of the liberal mainstream press? Nothing." "The mainstream media does not have a liberal bias. And for all their other biases mentioned above, the mainstream media - ABC, CBS, NBC, CNN, [I]The New York Times,[/I] and [I]The Washington Post[/I]- at least [I]try[/I] to be fair." Any of that ring a bell? Hmm. Well, I have to go to school now, so I'll post some more quotes when I get back, and I'll be sure to read your conservative rants then. Oh, I'll definately let you know about FOX too. ;) lol. *BTW Ken* Her name is spelled Ann Coulter. Funny how a liberal picked up that mistake. Lol. [/B][/QUOTE] I have an idea... let's quote Al Franken instead of creating our own opinions. No.. wait... let's quote him. Because when I think "fair and balanced", I think Al Franken....:laugh:

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]I was comparing and contrasting... Anyway, if you people put up as much good information about a person as you did the bad, you may have a different view... you only have said negative things in this thread... how can ANYONE look at this in a possitive way if you only submit the negative qualities? lol. I fail to see your points anyway, you're all just as bad as any other politician out there. Negative negative negative.... Why don't you run your own campain against her if you can do it better. [/B][/QUOTE] Oooh arent we hostile :smirk: . I never knew hypocracy could be hypocritical, Chris, my boy. You bring up a good point. I think I'll take you up on your offer. Drix for president 2020! I think I'll start campaigning now! Vote Drix! He's your MAN! My campaign proposals are as follows: -Everyone on otakuboards will get free drinks whenever they enter a federal establishment. That's right, free. -Everyone will get a complimentary holographic button with a picture of myself and Jesus with the line: "If you like Jesus, vote for Drix. You don't want to be against Jesus, do you?" -Some of the members of Otakuboards that catch my fancy will be granted automatic office positions. -Jenna, or Babygirl, will be my intern :toothy: -otakuboards will be officially funded by the federal government. -We shall take away funding from usless programs like immigration control, or the judicial system, and hand that money to a federally based Ice Cream Truck National project (C, 2020). This will give every neighborhood in America at least ONE fully-stocked ice cream truck every weekend. -We shall now support "siesta". Job hours will no longer run from 9-5, but 10-3, siesta until 6, then 6-10. Party is afterwords! Don't forget the tequila. -Everyone will be given 3 million dollars for no reason. (However, due to inflation rates by that time, it will be roughly equivalent to about $1.50). -It will be illegal to be an *******. To be an ******* will get you a giant branded "A" on your chest.. for the rest of your life. -The Bald Eagle will be replaced with the Bald Killer Whale. Why? Because a Killer Whale could kick the **** out of an eagle, any day. -The government will develop Knowledge Chips (TM) to replace school.. allowing someone to gain an entire year's worth of knowledge in a single day, eliminating the need for school. There you have it folks. Pass out the pins, raise the flyers. Because in 2020, hillary's floating head-in-a-jar re-election campaign will fall to the might of [B]Drix[/B]!!

Inuyasha, please delete your post. You are not part of this game at all... nor will you ever be, mr. "dfark". I'll be editing this post with some more OOC and replies to Adahn and Doukeshi.

Ok.. -_-' my question WAS too hard. I can tell because Dark Youkai hasn't answered it... Changing my question too: Name any other ent BESIDES Treebeard?

*Drip*.. *Drip* Droplets of burning liquid down a dying throat. You feel your chest heaving, fighting, straining. [I]Is this a dream?[/I] Your breath, slow? slowing? You feel the warmth of the blood in your gullet, your skin shivering, budding into patches of goose-bumps. [I]What is happening?[/I] Your lips on icy skin? you feel your jaw ache, trembling, slowly your teeth reach out to greet the neck and you bite into it like a soft orange, a spray of blood that sends your tounge to the reaches of your mouth, catching the flares of pleasure from it?s iron-like taste. Every time you drink, your heart begins to beat, in a dangerous dance with his. Your eyes remain closed but you feel the embrace with him, his hands wrapped around you, his body against yours. Your breath recedes? slowly? slower?. Nothing. He pulls you away, and you feel the pain sucked out. Something goes out with the pain?. And you feel. Nothing?.. ------------- OOC: I know it?s short and vague. This is more or less Allana?s personal experience considering she was almost passed out while it happened. Everyone will be experiencing it differently, but the end result will be the same.

Alright, let's not bring this thread back.. it's been a bleeding rock for it's entire existence. If anyone wants to read about everything conceivable concerning the Alabama State House, they can right here.. there's nothing more to discuss. Thread Locked

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by SailorStar [/i] [B] Baron, I have over 400 posts! and you are not invisble. [/B][/QUOTE] Who's Baron? :naughty: And as for the chat on Lawrenceville.. please keep this thread on topic, talk on PM if you want to discuss your friends please :).

OOC: Firstly, commends to you all, this is some of the BEST roleplaying on the boards, I?ve received several requests from people wishing to join, however I wish to keep this fairly exclusive and personal. Once again, props to both of you. ----Doukeshi03---- The startling figure stood up, stroking his ebony beard, glittering with droplets of vitae. "Vendi, Vidi, Vici.," he exclaimed loudly, spreading his hands out like wings, commanding the attention of the room. The girl shuddered, from fear of the magnificent creature, and the cold encroaching her body from the loss of blood. The figure bows, evoking applause from the audience, then rushed voices. A look of puzzlement crosses your face. The crowd begins to close in on the young girl, who beings looking around frantically. Her hair blows as if carried by the ethereal wind of her own fear, and her eyes are mad looking for help. She locks eyes upon you, and you see the despair in them, you see the fright. She reaches out to you with her lips , mouthing a soft cry for help. The vampires around her close in. A few latch upon her skin, her breasts, her neck, her legs. You see her face wrench up towards the heavens in the agony of knowing she won?t survive, and the pleasure induced by such a deadly kiss. Her mouth seemed to stretch into a scream, her veins now purple against her porcelain skin. Casually a pale hand slipped over her mouth, drawing her head down and she disappears into the mass of vampires. A few of the patrons walk away, smiling, their lips significantly reddened. You feel your cheeks getting colder even as they pass by, the slightest breeze burning into your cheeks like ice. Then you realize it; you?re crying. "Magnificent isn?t it," the man looks down upon you from where he stood, "Our beauty, our grace, they say war was an art, this is it?s [/I]forte[/I]" He notices your display of emotions, squeezing your shoulder like an encouraging friend. "Your fear of this shall pass, as shall your memory of this..," his words are cut off by your getting up. As you struggle away from the madness the thoughts suddenly shatter the haze of intoxication again, survival instincts kick in. You feel your body tingle with adrenaline, your heartbeat flooding your hearing. The room?s guests stare at your feeble effort, their eyes glowing bright shades of green, blue, some even silver or yellow, the blood engorging their spirits. A few patrons laugh, pointing in your direction and engaging in hushed conversations. Slowly, the pain.. then the fatigue encroaches you. Only after a few steps, you feel slow, encumbered. Your breathing slows, your vision blurrs. Your mind moves slow, until you land with a sickening thud, jolting you awake for a few seconds. As you look beyond the fast approaching footsteps of your "friend" you notice the glass you?ve spilt. The merlot is fizzing?.[I]drugs[/I]?. ?. Then you wake up? in satin sheets. -----Adahn---- The wretched creature moves like a puppet pulled by the invisible strings of it?s own will, like a machine bent on your destruction. The sickening smile on it?s face sends your eyes into shock, locked upon his grotesque banter, "Oh, don?t try kiddo, don?t try." He casually reaches forward, gripping your neck and slamming your head against the drywall. You grunt, his constricting hand feels like steel against your fragility. The rest feels like a dream, and for an instance you thank God for the hand around your throat. As the clenching cuts off some of the oxygen to your brain, you are slow to feel the horrible pain as the creature begins gnawing at you. Your face, your neck.. chewing, gnawing, sucking on the blood sputtering off the ravaged flesh. He only needs one hand to restrain you, using the other to tear more ribbons of gore from your shoulder, sucking at them too, a sputtering noise mixed with the poison of your screams. You feel yourself kicking, struggling, your muscles futility working against his grip, dust kicked up by your fight. Slowly the precious liquid begins to dribble down your worried expression, covering your eyes, and you are left to your imagination. You feel yourself bleeding, dying. You hear the sickening spatter of blood on the walls, the leathery sound of his lips drinking it up. As your quivering fingers reach up to the face he?s ravished it becomes apparent that the hard texture is bone, you touch your exposed bone, evoking another desperate scream. You remember the teeth, like porcelain, sharp. The walls surrounding your body are blackened with blood, and your shirt becomes starchy with it, hardening, tightening. Blood is drying on your skin even as more washes over it, like a torrent. Then, like a resigned sigh after a losing battle, he lets you drop, shuddering. Convulsing once more, you feel your body spasm, vomiting up what feels like the last of your blood, what little you held precious. A clammy hand holds your mouth open and you feel what appears to be his skin pressed to his lips. Resigned, you accept the trickling blood flowing down your throat and you stop swallowing. You breathe the horrid liquid in hoping it would choke you, hoping you would suffocate the pain away, to end the night with peace. Peace never came?.

Lets see... it's funny. If she does get 50 million, it's mostly out of OUR pockets, as that would be TAX money. Next, it's not the government's fault, it's the person who somehow gave her husband Anthrax. How the hell do they know it's the SAME strand? What is SUING going to do about it? Nothing. TN said it best, she's a money grubbing whore.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]It's not oxymoronic.... Plus i never said all evolution is permanent... I used the words "Tends to be" meaning... well I'm sure you know what it means. I always do that. You should know by now how sneaky I am with words. For thigns that evolve, they TEND to be permanent... meaning... If I evolved from a monkey, I'm not evolving back... I can evolve further, but as far as I know, you can't evolve backwards. That kinda takes away the whole meaning. You evolve into something else, you don't evolve back into what you previously were. Therefor, evolution is permanent. I can think of no instant where something evolves and then evolves back into it's original state. [/QUOTE] Ah! That's what you meant. Ok, You should say the change evoked by evolution is permanent, although it is not. Even when a species evolves forward (if evolution were true, hypothetically) it is CONSTANTLY evolving through random mutations being supported by natural selection. You?ve ALSO happened to point out ANOTHER flaw in evolution; because of all the wide-margins of error (i.e, the commonly minute changes in evolutionary biology) who?s to say a creature cannot evolve backwards? Technically there is no forward or backwards. Let?s say a creature gains a trait that makes it WEAKER (not incredibly substantial, maybe a bit less fur or dull teeth). Let?s say the creature survives, I mean it?s that that huge of a change, so it passes the weakness to the offspring. Let?s say the offspring survive, and eventually they change into creatures far less effective than it?s previous form. This is entirely possible, especially with humanity in the picture (we kill off predators, try to save certain weak species, etc). So evolution isn?t always the [B]betterment[/B] of species, now is it? [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]No adaption is something different... when I moved to Florida from the north, I adapted to the warm and moist weather... if I move back up north, I can and probably will adapt to the cold weather. When I'm in the dark, my eyes adapt to the minimal light, but if I turn the light back on, they adapt to much more light, but they can easily adapt back to minimal light if I turn the lights back off... My eyes don't evolve to compensate the lack of light, they adapt. They change, but they easily change back.... evolution is a change, yes, but a completely different change. [/B][/QUOTE] What you are experiencing is the psychological change to your environment. This has nothing to do with evolution, genetics, and there is NO evidence to prove any creatures besides humans experience this "adaptation". If I took you and an Eskimo, stuck you both in death valley without any water, you would both die of the same thing: dehydration. Human physiology doesn?t change, so you would probably die about the SAME time, granted, the Eskimo would be a hell of a lot more uncomfortable than you because you are more "adapted" to the environment. As for the adaptation to light? you don?t adapt to anything. The reason you see in the dark better after a while is because your iris dilates, allowing more light in, after a while your lens adjusts to focus this extra light into better vision. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mitch[/I] [B] I still don't understand your logic, but whatever. As far as I am concerned, the only truly FACTUAL EVIDENCE THAT SUPPORTS THE THEORY OF A HIGHER POWER is the Bible. I am not going to argue that. As far as evolution...if you still can't understand what I just said, evolution is still more factual and is actually based upon truths that have been proven in most cases, whereas God and such things is only written about in the bible. And as far as I am concerned, I could've written something like the Bible if I truly wanted to--that is how much I place anything in it. It is merely a document showing such things as that, and it is the only evidence which will support your belief in a "higher power." I still do not understand why God even comes into this. God and evolution CAN coexist. [/B][/QUOTE] I choose to believe in creationism. I suppose they could, as a means for god to create the world, as I?ve stated earlier. But believing in evolution as a concrete, and applicable-to-all theory means God had no hand in it?. Evolution is NOT more factual! Granted, the belief in evolution has caused MUCH scientific research and development! However, believing in the random nature of evolution and the sheer odds of it NOT happening, makes evolution just as "religious" as Intelligent Design. As I?ve said earlier, evolution and creationism both believe the same FACTS (there?s a bunch of species, they work together, there?s a beautiful and complex ecosystem everywhere) evolution attributes the facts to EVOLUTION, and creationism to a higher power. It?s just the model. Neither are more or less factual. As for your conception of the Bible, well believe what you want. I?m not going to argue with you on that, I have my faith, you have yours.

WW2, this is short and simple. I suppose I could sum it up in a few words, maybe an essay if you REALLY wanted.. Well, in short: No.