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And at that moment, as the fellows of Wangarang were deciding how to go about their quest, Scott appeared before them and said, ?Hey Geoff! It?s me, Scott! I hear Joe?s been talking to you guys.? And Geoff did retort with a cluck and spake, saying, ?Scott! How?s your mom?? Scott responded, ?Oh, she?s doin? good. College is great, too. How did Balloon?s Besiege 2 come out?? ?It turned out pretty good. It was really bad though.? Geoff said as he chuckled. And Scott said in his wisdom, ?Don?t worry about bad films. They don?t hurt too much. And they slowly fade from memory. Like Trial of the Witch or The Hardee Boyz. But that?s not why I?m here. Joe talked to you guys. He told you there?s a plunger that grants supreme power.? At this, Brian spoke, ?Yeah. He said we need to go out and get it.? In hearing this, Scott chastised them. ?No, you can?t go out and get it. If you take the Golden Plunger Of Presai, the world will come to an end.? Scott was all-serious when he warned them, but they took no heed of his warning. ?Sure, Scott.? they said and walked out the door, leaving Scott alone with Alex Ward. ?Don?t worry, Scott! I?ll help you!? Alex triumphantly exclaimed. ?Drat.? Scott said and kicked Alex in the groin, dropping him to the floor. And as Alex fell, he heard a familiar taunt. He heard it softly at first, as if it were a whisper. He heard it twice. ?Alexaaaanda! Alexaaaanda!? Wangarang?s members then conversed with themselves as they strolled down the hall. Twas Brian who spoke first, ?Okay, where is this plunger?? And Joe then appeared again, again clad in only his leaf. He spoke to the band, and the words flew from his mouth and he said, ?It?s in Presai! I already told you!? And with that, Joe gave Brian a swift kick in the groin and disappeared. ?OWWW!!!? Brian yelled and Geoff laughed a hearty laugh, and also clucked a hearty cluck. As Brian recomposed himself, and thought of a glorious composition, he addressed his friends and said, ?So, then, where?s Presai?? Matt, in all his good wisdom and knowledge of the shore, said, ?It?s down around Seaside Heights.? ?Guys, then we?ve got to go there! It?s not too far!? Tom exclaimed. But Geoff did doth see a problem with transportation, and replied with, ?Tom, we all can?t fit in any of our cars.? And thus the group was met with a problem. They all sat and pondered a solution. Then they all stood up and pondered a solution. Finally they just started milling about. They decided to get some fresh air and went outside. There a great light blinded them, and they shielded their eyes. Eventually, this great light dimmed, and formed an aura around a certain vehicle in the parking lot. The group heard a choir singing, they thought it was a heavenly choir blessing them, but in all reality it was just the concert choir. No offence meant to the concert choir, of course. Upon seeing a great, white school bus, they all turned to each other and exclaimed, ?Eureka!? They decided to use The Beast for their transportation and went back inside to ask for the keys. Along the way they passed Alex Ward. Alex turned to them and said something stupid, ?Bunny rabbits are white because they got scared. Do you know why they got scared? Because their ears are so long!? And as Alex laughed at his unfunny joke, a deafening thundering was heard in the sky. Storm clouds rolled in and the wind began to moan a death wail. At this, Alex ran away, down the hall, scared, and bumped into a band of ninjas. They turned to him and threatened him. ?We are the joke assassins. ?The Bleeding Smile? is our name. Our sovereign, Christopher, has bid us kill you for cracking an inhumanly dumb joke. Prepare yourself.? Alex ran upon hearing this. Some members of the guild started after him, but their leader stopped them. ?Our lord, Christopher, shall enact his vengeance against Alex Ward.? Alex continued running down the hall, and out the door. There a great wind started to blow, and Alex fell to the ground. Christopher then appeared before him, in all his grisly visage and bloody armor, and said, ?ALEX WARD, YOU HAVE TOLD AN IDIOTIC JOKE. PUNISH THEE I SHALL.? And then Christopher lifted his arms high, and beckoned to the sky. The storm clouds parted, and a great bolt of lighting came streaking down to Alex Ward. Christopher smiled as the ill-fated jokester was burned to a crisp. Christopher laughed and ascended. Back inside, the fellows were asking for the keys to The Beast. ?Mr. Cook,? they asked, ?we need to go to Seaside Heights. Can we use The Beast?? Now, Ed Cook was one of the nicest teachers around, and although it was an odd request, he trusted these friends and gave them the keys. ?Sure!? he said. The group looked at each other, and all thought of how easy that was. ?Thanks, Mr. Cook!? they said and got into The Beast. Geoff wanted to drive, and the others let him. They all needed to get supplies, however, so they went to the ACME right down the street. There they bought IBC Root Beer, HERR?S potato chips, cheeseburger Hot Pockets, Lucky Charms, donuts, and some OREO cookies for Paul. They realized they needed protection, too, so they went to Dr. Cleaver. Dr. Cleaver was in his lab when they walked in, and greeted them warmly. ?Gazoinks! Ach! What can I do for you gahntlemen?? ?We need weapons, doctor.? Geoff responded. Cleaver replied with, ?I get you weapons, no fear you shall! Ach bien!? Cleaver disappeared behind a curtain and returned with two huge suitcases. ?Egad, these are very much heavy!? he exclaimed. He set the suitcases down and turned to the Wangarang members. ?I have the best weaponry in this land, if you need axes, bows, bombs, I have it all.? he said and spread his weapons out. Geoff immediately went for the Didgeridoo of St. Aussie, which can knock down the greatest beasts of the land, and also causes them to lose their bowel controls. But this incontinence comes at a price, as adventurers have been lost to the dung. ?Right! I?ll take this!? Geoff exclaimed as he placed his hands on his weapon. Matt saw a glorious ax, and he claimed it for his own. ?I shall wed this ax, and make it mine own.? Brian found none weapons suit his needs, except that there was a magical lasso. It glowed gold, and Brian?s eye was caught by this sight. He inquired on this find. ?Dr. Cleaver,? he asked, ?by what name do you call this?? ?Ah! I call zat The Lasso of Musical Truth. If you wrap this around your enemy, zey vill succumb to ze musical powers and become your slaves.? Cleaver replied. ?I shall take it thus.? Brian said and took his newest musical acquisition. A raptor costume did suit Paul, and he did take it from the table. ?Rawr! Snarl!? he cried. But alas, Tom found no weapon that made him happy. ?There?s nothing here that suits my needs.? he sighed, and turned away. Dr. Cleaver saw this dejection, and said, ?Ah, Thomas! Why do I doth see such dejection in thine eye? Nay walk away, come come and see what I have made. For I am sure that ye? shalt find a weapon that suits thee.? And with that, Cleaver unsheathed a great stick for hockey. It was a marvelous stick, clad in gold ribbons and sparkling with silver. It was jeweled with emeralds and glistened in the fluorescent lights. Tom saw this magnificence and gasped with awe. ?Oh, Doctor Cleaver, may I partake of this stick?? he asked and Cleaver then smiled and bid Tom closer. ?Here, my son,? he said as Tom approached, ?take this from my hands, and use it well, for I see you are destined to be with it, and it with you.? Tom took this jeweled stick from Cleaver?s hands, and was engulfed in a glorious holy light. Leagues of angelic choirs sang Beethoven?s immortal Ode To Joy, and Tom felt the power within himself. There was light radiating from his pants, and he felt beckoned to see what this strange luminary event was. As he slowly parted his waistband, he saw brightness and fun. A strange symbol also made itself visible. It was as red as blood, but Tom was not scared. This letter came shooting up to his forehead and implanted itself. The rest of his fellows saw this, and saw the W on his head. They were in awe. They saw Tom was the chosen one. He was chosen to become host to the Wang. The W began to pulse, and red was streaking down Tom?s right arm, forming a supernatural gauntlet. ?Hey, guys! Check this out!? Tom exclaimed as he leapt up to the ceiling and down he came, slicing a dummy in two. The others stood there in awe, their jaws dropped, trying to fathom what they had just seen. Tom saw their bewilderment, and advised, ?Be one with the Wang.? And his friends? eyes went wide, and they said a collective ?Whoa.? Brian saw his friends were powerful for their quest, and he turned to Dr. Cleaver. This is what he spake. ?Doctor Cleaver, you have given us power. And we thank thee. But we must be on our way, for we are to retrieve a golden plunger. And we must not falter; for we would be letting Joe down if we fail. We must be off now, but we shall not forget you and your eccentric behavior. Farewell. Come, friends.? Dr. Cleaver walked them to The Beast, and bid each farewell. ?Ach! Aye, laddy, take care, now. Geoffrey, ah hope you play the didgeridoo to your hearts content?Matthew, good luck with your axe, and chop down your enemies with its bass melody. The chord combinations are deadly?Brian, use your lasso. Bind the fools in harmonies that could shatter an elephant?s prostate?Paul?? Seeing Paul was not in the best form to hug, Cleaver just said, ?Right?ah, Thomas. Be good to your newfound powers. They shall protect thee greatly in the battles to come. Now, go forth and triumph in your quest. Ach goink gonk!? The quintet all piled into The Beast and drove away, heading to Presai. In the chat room the Alumni conversed again, still confounded with the events of recently.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by MistressRoxie [/i] [B][color=#9933ff]Please, I heartily agree. I do not like having to look at how many posts I have, after everytime I write something. It would be better if you could simply hide it away inside a member's profile. Going along the same lines of posts counts and titles,[/color] [color=#9933ff]I agree with GunMetal on this, as well. I don't really like the idea of all the ranks we have. Though amusing sometimes, It's just something I'm not for. Either that, or if you DO stick with the ranks, I would like to request that you PLEASE change the newbie one so it says: New to OB. Or, something along those lines. The word "newbie" to me, is a bit annoying, as it's basically saying that you're new, and stupid, and was a bit offensive to me, when I was one. That was the premise of "Newbie and DARN proud of it", that not all new members are stupid and evil. Whatever you do, don't change the title to: "STUF n00b!!11" or I'll positively die. V_V *shoots a look at Semjaza* In the end, to me, it doesn't even matter how long you've been here for, or what your post count is. I can name several members that have been here for a shorter time than I, and yet are already Otakus and Extreme Otakus, and I still don't fine their post quality appealing. I can also think of vice versa situations. Ranks and post counts are just something trivial, that I think, might be nice to disclude in version Seven.[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] Though, Roxie, a title means nothing. If your post quality is there, then no-one, except those with questionable post quality, should have a problem with a "newbie" title. I've seen people with 1500 posts making absolutely abysmal points, while some with 120 posts are posting excellent discussions. Are titles a problem? Yes and no. They are problems for some people, but I really don't see how they're detrimental to a poster if the said poster has good post quality. Actions speak louder than words, and words speak louder than titles.

Though this is a long way off (I certainly hope!) there are three songs that I want played at my funeral. Now, I am not death-oriented, so please, no worries. Eric Idle's "Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life" - I've always tried to look on the bright side of life, and realise things could get much, much worse. I feel that I've tried to cheer people up when they're down, especially good friends of mine. If someone is having a bad day, I give them a hug and say "let it out." You might say "Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life" is a mantra of mine. When people around me aren't happy, I do my damn well best to get them happy again. I've caught myself dancing a jig on occasion, just to make someone smile. I don't mean to portray myself as a bleeding-heart compassionate, but if my best friend needs someone to talk to, I'm there. When I'm gone, I want people to continue looking on the bright side of things. It'd make me feel much better knowing that I made a difference. "Friendly Friendly World" - I'm not entirely sure of the writer of this song, but it was featured in Man On The Moon. Its message is a thank-you for a friendly, friendly world. I want people to hear this song so they realise how much I appreciate how they've made this a friendly, friendly world. I've put up with some not fun stuff in my life, but who hasn't? Difficulties are something we have to deal with, not run away from. Even with the bad stuff, I've had a very positive life so far, and I attribute much of that to my family and friends. I recently had a party last night with my very close high school friends. It was terrific, one of the best nights of my life. I have my friends to thank for it. Surrounding yourself with your friends and people who make you laugh is the MOST important thing in life. Money and power are fine and dandy, but friendship is what it's all about. Example. I had an MRI/MRA of my head last week for severe head pain and tremors. I was worried it was something serious (i.e. tumor or aneurysm). I got the results a few days ago. Everything's OK. My friends were very relieved to hear that. I was talking to Charles through AIM and gave him the good news. He was very glad that I was OK. He's a great friend and really makes this a friendly, friendly world. The final song is "Free Bird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd. I feel this is a good song when a loved one is lost, because it asks the listener to don't feel so bad because it was just the lost one's time to go. "If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be travelling on, now, 'Cause there's too many places I've got to see. But, if I stayed here with you, girl, Things just couldn't be the same. 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can't change. Bye, bye, its been a sweet love. Though this feeling I can't change. But please don't take it badly, 'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame. But, if I stayed here with you girl, Things just couldn't be the same. Cause I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you'll never change. And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can't change. Lord help me, I can't change." Don't cry for me, I'm gone. If I had stayed any longer, it just wouldn't have been right. My time is up, my time is now and I have to leave you all behind. That's what I get from it. The speaker is actually pleading with the listener. I know this is hard, but you've got to be strong. Please, be strong for me. Accept that I'm gone, cry for a bit, but know that I just couldn't stay here any longer. It was my time. You can't change what happened. Accept I'm gone and live your life to the fullest. That's about it from me. Later.

Depends what Marching Band you're in. My high school's one was...how should I describe it...perverted Pythonianism. Most of us were Monty Python fanatics, and had the perverted sense of humor needed to be a Pythonian. Music trips were fun. Like Change said, most do it for the absurdity and fun. Sure, there were musicians and such, but when you're up at 2 am in a hotel room in VA Beach, and your friend, Scott, is walking around in a pink blanket (apparently he was naked beneath the blanket), singing Matchmaker Matchmaker in the tone of Wicket The Ewok, musicianship doesn't really matter; you're more concerned with getting it on tape, so you can blackmail later. Marching band/band/chorus all merge together, so really, joining one means joining them all. Not literally, though. Nobody requires you to be in all 3. But you eventually head down to the Band Room every other class, whether it's just to go somewhere cool, or sleep, or get away from your Nazi gym teacher. Getting involved with the Music Department was one of my best decisions in high school. When I say "getting involved," I mean GETTING INVOLVED. We described ourselves as one, big incestual family. None of us were really related, of course, but those music dorks and drama geeks were my second family. I highly recommend sticking with Marching Band.

Welcome to THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE PING Welcome, Anonymous BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: What was that?!? MASTERKEYS: Not sure. GOMAPETTITI: It sounded like a huge bass drum. HEAVENLYVOICE: Yes, it did. BRAD: Was it an explosion? BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: I don?t think it was. BRAD: Dagnabbitt. REPORTERSTRINITY entered the room BRAD: Hey reporters. REPORTERSTRINITY: Hi, Brad. Hi, room. HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: You know, in these mythological epics, when there?s a giant earthquake and columns fall, that?s usually the sign of something bad. But if you want to prevent earthquakes, you can employ sheep?s bladders. I learned that from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. REPORTERSTRINITY: Something bad? Can we take some pictures? Can you give us any more detail? BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: I don?t think we should say anything. Guys? GOMAPETTITI: I second that. MASTERKEYS: I?m very much in agreement. HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: I don?t have to say anything. HEAVENLYVOICE: I?m sorry, but we?re not at liberty to discuss the recent events at this time. REPORTERSTRINITY: Just one little statement? HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: To quote the Frenchman from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, ?No! Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time.? HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY throws livestock at REPORTERSTRINITY. REPORTERSTRINITY left the room. HEAVENLYVOICE: Does anyone have any ideas about that huge shaking? HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: It felt like a huge disturbance in the Force. BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: Come back to reality, Alex. Joe is up to something. GOMAPETTITI: How do you know? BLESSEDBRAINCHILD glances at GOMAPETTITI. GOMAPETTITI: Oh, yeah. BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: Yes, I am the all-knowing goddess. MASTERKEYS: What did Joe do? BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: My scouts inform me he has sent some people on a quest to get the Golden Plunger Of Presai. GOMAPETTITI: WHAT?!? MASTERKEYS: Oh, my. HEAVENLYVOICE: This is bad, people. Where?s Josh Melson when you need him? HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: Yeah?this is definitely not good?even worse than Event Horizon. And Event Horizon was EXTREMELY BAD. MASTERKEYS: If they get that plunger, they?ll be super powerful. HEAVENLYVOICE: Bethany, who did Joe send on this quest? BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: Let me check. brb. BLESSEDBRAINCHILD is away. HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: Has anyone ever seen Jason and the Argonauts? GOMAPETTITI: No, but I really want to. HEAVENLYVOICE: No. HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: Scott? BRAD: I have. MASTERKEYS: Me, too. HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: Doesn?t this seem really similar? BRAD: It does. MASTERKEYS: Most definitely. BLESSEDBRAINCHILD is back. BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: It?s Wangarang, but not the entire band. BRAD: Dang. Which members? BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: There?s Brian, Geoff, Matt, Tom, and Paul. BRAD: Where?s Steve and Alex? BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: Steve disappeared about four months ago. The authorities used bloodhounds to try and pick up his scent using his hat, but they couldn?t find him. MASTERKEYS: What about Alex? BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: Alex was captured by Paul Reubens. HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: PEE WEE?!? Wow. Tho, I find Paul Reubens? performance as The Spleen in Mystery Men better than Pee Wee. GOMAPETTITI: Was Alex ever rescued? BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: No. They never found him either. They only found a red bowtie at the crime scene. HEAVENLYVOICE: Do you think they want to get their band mates back and that?s why they?re trying to get the plunger? BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: From what I?ve heard, Tom convinced them because he wants to watch unlimited NASCAR. HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: I never got the point in NASCAR. Of course, I never got the point of lacrosse, either?or any sport for that matter. HEAVENLYVOICE: LACROSSE ROCKS MY WORLD! MASTERKEYS: HEHE! BRAD: I once had an epiphany about baseball. HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY kicks BRAD in the groin. BRAD: OWWW!!! DAGNABBITT! DRAT!!! GOMAPETTITI: Um, guys, we?re kind of getting off track here. BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: Yes, we are. We still need to show Wangarang what will happen if they obtain the plunger. GOMAPETTITI: What would happen? HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: Actually, Bethany, could I field this one? BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: Fine. HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: Okay, to loosely quote Ghostbusters, ?it would be a disaster of biblical proportions.? GOMAPETTITI: What do you mean ?biblical?? HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: I mean ?real wrath-of-God type stuff. Plagues, darkness.? HEAVENLYVOICE: The dead rising from the grave. HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: Exactly. Tho I?m not sure if you?re quoting Ghostbusters or just speaking from your knowledge of the bible. lol. Also, ?Riots in the streets, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria!? GOMAPETTITI: Wow. But Joe is the one who did wrong. We can?t very well go slay the members of Wangarang. BLESSEDBRAINCHILD: We don?t have to. We just need to convince them to stop. BRAD: Where is the plunger? MASTERKEYS: It?s in Presai. Presai is a small parcel of land about the size of Seaside Heights. It?s down around the Jersey shore, too. BRAD: Okay, who do we have that?s on the way there? MASTERKEYS: Well, we have Kimmy. She?s in the Forests of Tralbanor? GOMAPETTITI: My amazons live on the Kimowhep islands. I could tell them to stop Wangarang. BRAD: Good. I?m going to buzz on down to see if I can find Joe. Catch ya?ll later. BRAD left the room. MASTERKEYS: I?m going to get going, too. I have a feeling the choir needs an accompanist MASTERKEYS left the room. HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY: I?ve got an itching to watch Ghostbusters now. ttyl. HEAVENLYCINEMATOGRAPHY left the room.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Chou Long Kai [/i] [B]Urgh-ness.Vampire,in reply to your post. (man the spoiler tag sure is prospuring.) [spoiler]The alternate ending should NOT be passed off as a deleted scene.I quote from James Cameron,answering to why the alternate ending was cut from the original:"But there was a sense that, why tie it up with a bow? If the future is changeable, then the battle is something that has to be fought continuously. And you can't do it with a single stroke. That it's the dualism, the dynamic between good and evil that's eternal.".But infact do to such interest,in the T2:Ultimate Editon cut,they took out the ending as an extra,and put it in there as originally itended.Then,in the T2:Extreme DVD,they took it out all together...I wish they would make up their minds. It would seem that Judgement Day is indeed avoidable,but it can't be prevented with one action,as James Cameron said.So,it isn't inevitable,but it isn't easy to prevent.And in reply to "How could John exist if there was no Judgement Day?".When Reese went back in T1,it created a branched path,he existed in our time and impregnated Sarah,then died.Then,in T2 the T-1000 is sent back to kill John and the T-800 to protect John.This here created another branched path.The 2 paths that could've occured is that one,things could've turned out the way they did,and John would've had to repeat the process.But,if Judgement Day was prevented,John would still exist and not fade out of existance,as would happen in a staight path.He would live his life as normal.Urgh,I might not have made my point as clearly as I wanted,but hell,Time Travel is complicated.If you don't understand,I don't know how I can explain it more.0_o; Let me think it over again. I think the message of the Terminator films is the exact opposite of Charles idea.I think the message is that we have "No Fate but what we make for ourselfs."[/spoiler] Meh. *Plays Terminator Theme* [/B][/QUOTE] You're missing the point. Judgment Day DID happen. It can't be changed. The future is the past, and the past is the future. There is no gray area, hell, there is no other side. Judgment Day did happen, it will always happen, and yes, the battle will be fought continuously but because Judgment Day did happen and will always happen. And the quote does not support your idea at all, because preventing Judgment Day is tying it up with a neat little bow, isn't it? You're taking Cameron's quote totally out of context. He was giving the reason for NOT showing the scene. EDIT: And I take back my previous compliment. You can spew definitions, but you do not demonstrate deep thought to understand what you're talking about.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Chou Long Kai [/i] [B]I haven't seen T3,but I've been really hyped about it. Mostly I came here to argue about the time travel technique. The Terminator movies use the "branching paths" theory of time travel. This is proven if you know the alternate ending,that is contained in the T2:Ultimate Edition DVD and another DVD,I can't remember its name though. [spoiler]In the alternate ending it shows the date of Judgement Day,but instead of death and destruction,it has John Connor and Sarah Connor at the park playing with John's daughter.Sarah then talks about how the future really can be changed.Then she repeats the line of the Terminators learning the value of human life.It then fades.[/spoiler] If that isn't proof enough,I dunno what is.Poison,I didn't see any proof of the Linear theory being used,could you please point it out?Anyways,I'm gonna double check my facts around the web,and edit this post as need be. (I love theorizing about physics and time travel.) *Continues trying to get his parents to take him to T3* [/B][/QUOTE] Chou Long, thanks for replying. You're the first person to debate with me who actually knows what they're talking about. Thanks very much. I am aware of the deleted scene. But it's a deleted scene, like Rob said, something that Cameron was toying with, but decided it didn't fit the theme of the series, hence included as an extra. [spoiler]The fact that Judgment Day ultimately happens is the biggest sign that the series is Linear. No matter what the protagonists did, they couldn't prevent it...in fact, in certain cases, they caused Judgment Day. For instance, T1. The first Terminator is destroyed in the Cyberdyne robotics lab. The entire series is an example of a singular stream of time. It's entirely Fate or predetermination. Branching Path is evidenced in an alternate ending, which wasn't included as the "official" version, the version that Cameron wanted us to see. I use a Shakespearean comparison. Some argue that Shakespeare suppored the feminist movement and wanted women to have the same freedoms as men. In my Shakespeare course, a student brought up that Shakespeare did support feminism, because his plays are populated with strong female characters. The instructor then asked him, "But what happened to those strong female characters?" They died. So, basically, no matter what happens in a film or story, the ending will ultimately define what it is. Strong female characters were killed off in Shakespeare's plays, so he obviously did not believe feminism was a good idea, and Judgment Day still happens, despite the efforts of the protagonists over a period of...about 25-30 years, so there is only one outcome to the series. That is most certainly not Branching Paths. It's very Linear.[/spoiler]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Change [/i] [B]I think you mixed up the two topics on the board (MADSONIC is the one with the love troubble)...And, why would they bother to write a rule like that tells you not to have sex with animals in leviticus if it wern't a problem :P Know your tribe ^_^, myth never arises in a vacuume (I'm just poking fun at them). And no offense Poison, but maybe you should take a little more tiem to sleep rather than stay up late and confuse topics, and try and rear that tounge back in because I do not want this topic to degenerate into flames. [/B][/QUOTE] Yeah, my bad, Change. Sorry. I have edited my post.

?EPICITY? What unusual tale I am about to say, What lengthy histories I now relay, What delusional hero I do tribute pay, What disturbing adventure I do now replay, My Muse does inspire and I sing her praise. ?Satyria, my glorious and righteous inspiration, You that bless my brain with a tale?s incubation, I sing the ensuing verses to thee.? I have given my Muse her credit due, Now I shall begin anon, my tale to you. A short time ago in the faraway-but-not-so-magical land Of Cinnaminsonia, an odd group of five Set out on a quest of the unusual type. These five attended the local high school Of the land, a school rooted in Prevalent perverted provinciality. Cinnaminsonia was ruled by a Hairy and ancient king named John. They called him King John to be exact, If we shall get anal retentive about it. Cinnaminsonia was a boring land, Populated by drab and dull inhabitants, And featured little to none amusement, Except when the traveling circus rode into town. Despite John?s efforts to bring life to it, This land remained a dull and uninspired Insipid cesspool of boredom. Those who had long since passed Cinnaminsonia, Those who had adventured far beyond the city walls, Those who had stayed their feet and still resode in their familiar abodes, They saw the utter banality of life in Cinnaminsonia. They exclaimed, ?Oh dear God! It?s so boring!? Then one of them had an idea. He would change the land for the better. He would create excitement where there was none. His name was Joe. He knew to rile, Flinging forth spit and bile And sped down from his throne in the trees. In the halls of the high school, As our five did trek, Joe appeared before them, Clad in only his fig leaf. He spoke to them: ?Hey all. I?m Joe. I?m ordering you guys to go on a sacred quest.? And this group of friends Were confused and thus Spoke back at him. Brian began, ?What? Who are you? Do you play the piano?? And then Geoff did interject as well. ?Yeah, whot the ?ell? Do you play the didgeridoo?? Joe replied to their questions and said, ?I already told you, man, But I shall speak it again. I?m sending you five on A glorious quest to seek out A magical instrument of piping. Your quest, is to seek out the The Golden Plunger of Presai.? Thunder boomed and trumpets sounded. And then Matt spake, saying, ?Er, right.? The one they call Tom said he liked to hit things, And Joe cordially ignored him. There was one who did not address Joe, however. This one just sat on the floor and ate paper. Joe asked the others who he was. ?Oh, he?s just Paul.? they replied and continued staring at Joe?s leaf. ?Hey!? Joe yelled, ?Stop staring at my junk! Pay attention! This is an important quest. The Golden Plunger of Presai contains Knowledge of an expansive size and Grants you great power if you can wield it. All of your wildest dreams will come true if you find it.? ?Can I watch NASCAR 24/7?? Tom asked. ?Yes.? Joe replied. ?Awesome.? said Tom. Then Tom turned to his fellows and said, ?Fellows, we gotta? do this.? And at that moment, a great shudder was felt throughout the land of Cinnaminsonia. The other Alumni felt this and in their chat room conversed.

Change, no offence, but you're an idiot. The sheep raping comments are really annoying and only show how immature you are. I'd need more info about the "let's be friends" situation to give informed advice. And Shinji, I'm glad to see you're not a psychotic. I really am. Seems like all the religist people on the news are nuts. Probably sane and mature religious people wouldn't get ratings. I was watching TV last night...or maybe two nights ago. I was half-asleep and channel surfing when I hit one of those late night televangelist programs. I didn't have enough interest to watch it then, but do you know why they were praying for the Supreme Court? I'm thinking it had something to do with the recent ruling in Texas.

Stargate SG-1 is based on an excellent movie, too. That always helps.

Harshness follows. Kiddies, avert thine eyes or thoust shalst surely be slain. I feel that religion is one large crock of cow dung. I'm not biased against religion, of course, but the moment I see somebody claim they're acting on the side of God when they persecute someone, I lose my mind. I've read a chunk of the Bible, and I didn't like what I was reading. Stories that punished those who didn't agree with what somebody had to say. Plagues, darkness, disease, prophets describing the end of the world in which all nonbelievers will be slaughtered brutally at the hands of angels (servants of God). I'm not preaching here, I absolutely cannot stand when someone tries to convert me, so I try to avoid sounding like that. But just the utter hypocrisy of religion boggles my mind. Case in point: In my high school, there was this girl...I'll call her Kasey. Now, Kasey was a Bible freak. And not the, "love everyone religist." She had an ego the size of Texas. She was spiteful as hell, too. She was a fake to everyone and talked down to them...but yet, she claimed she was a good Christian. I never felt like arguing with her back then, because it wasn't worth the hassle. She was just...a *****...a religist *****. She actually professed how Jesus Christ was her Lord and Savior and how loving everything is the best thing to do, but never loved everyone. Hell, she downright hated some people. I read most of the Bible. She preached the love and forgiveness of Christ. She in no way ever acted like Christ. She was just an egotistical hypocrite. And most religists I view today have those exact same qualities as Kasey. That's why I don't feel religion is the way to go. We need to just understand ourselves without placing an emphasis on something that isn't of this world. Because, when everything is coming to a close, are we going to be here in the now, or up in the clouds. I feel religion is just a cop-out for too many people. It's a way of shifting the blame (which our society does much too much, BTW). It's a way of shirking off any responsibility for our actions. Oh, God wants me to kill you because you feel Abortion is okay. Oh, God wants me to kill you because you're gay. Oh, God wants me to kill you because you don't belong to my religion. Oh, grow up!! Are we that much like cattle? Think outside the box. Use some common sense. I'm not directing this toward anyone in particular. I'm directing it at those groups of people that just follow something cause they don't know anything else. It aggravates me how much of a flocking society we've become. I'm out. Later. EDIT: And VERY nice title, BTW.

OK. At risk of sounding totally outrageous, here goes. I LOVE THE TERMINATOR MOVIES. Let's get that clear. lol. What I'm about to say in no way disrespects James Cameron. Now, he screwed over the series from the get-go. He screwed over the series in the very first movie. Here's why. There are approximately two known schools of thought surrounding time travel. I'm unsure of the actual terms, so bear with me. 1) Is called Linear. This treats time as a straight line, and as an unchangeable force. If something happens in the past that drastically alters the future, then a time traveler (like Marty McFly) would begin to disappear from existence. The future is set, it cannot be changed. Any attempts to change it by altering the past results in paradoxes that can destroy the universe. 2) Is called Branching Paths. This theorem states that there are multiple futures we can take. If you cross the street at the crosswalk, you will cross safely; if you jaywalk, then you'll be hit by a car. Multiple paths. No risk of paradox. This is where movie logic gets really fuzzy. Back to the Future 1 used Linear school of thought, but then immediately switched to Branching Paths in Part 2. Terminator led us to believe they used Branching Paths in the first one...and the 2nd, come to think of it. Sarah Conner's narration at the end when they're driving on the dark highway to the future is hopeful they changed it. But the problem is, they can't stop Judgement Day. On top of that, the Terminator series doesn't use a Branching Path; it uses Linear. The future can't be changed, because if Skynet was never created, then terminators wouldn't have been created, and thus Reese wouldn't have been sent back to protect Sarah Conner...because there was no Judgement Day to prevent. [spoiler]we all know that the first T-800 is the reason that Skynet is created. The last scene in the robotics lab takes place at Cyberdyne. The first T-800's CPU chip is found by a lab technician and is sent to Research and Development "first thing Monday morning."[/spoiler] So, preventing Judgement Day results in a paradox that would destroy everything in the Terminator universe. Sarah Conner knows our confusion. Remember her end monologue in the first? [spoiler]"Will you send him back, knowing he is your father? But if you don't send him back, then you can never be. God, someone could go crazy thinking about this."[/spoiler] Also, in T2 [spoiler]Cyberdyne has countless off-site data back-ups. Just destroying Dyson's data and the Cyberdyne building wasn't enough.[/spoiler] The only way we can fully appreciate Terminator is to willingly suspend our disbelief (which means I have to turn myself off). I hope that helped somebody. lol. Later.

I wholeheartedly blame Charles. He showed me threads and excerpts, and I decided I had to get in on this. lol. I've very much enjoyed my time so far, and the people are fun...very fun. I'm having a blast.

[img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?s=&postid=426060[/img] "I want chicken, I want liver, Meowmix Meowmix please deliver... HUMAN FLESH. SNARL!"

Yes, I wrote this. I should hope you are not accusing me of plagiarism or intellectual theft. Are you? I welcome the argument, of course. But I do let you know, people did see it as I was writing it...looking over my shoulder, in a sense.

[url]http://cube.ign.com/articles/427/427302p1.html[/url] I must say, though they say it's a DVD, I'm positive they meant the Cube disc. I am very excited. Hopefully we can have 4 player on there. Gauntlet classic...Rampage classic...Smash TV...Marble Madness... Since my friends and I are now growing weary of Cube and N64, as we've played them till our eyes bled (not literally, of course), I am most overjoyed to hear of this compilation disc.

I must say. I am very disappointed with society these days. The fact that someone can create such a movement to ban toy guns is ludicrous. Have we lost sight of the important battles in our country? Feeding the hungry, housing the homeless, making sure every American has someplace warm to live. I saw an interview on Fox News with a woman who is spearheading this "Anti Toy Gun" movement. Apparently, this movement stemmed from a child getting shot dead by a police officer, after the child had pointed a toy gun at the cop. This woman insisted that toy guns be outlawed and banned and the only toy guns sold will be transparent or brightly colored (i.e., yellow). The interviewer then held up a black toy magnum (which had an inch long, bright yellow tip) and asked if this would be okay, as it had some yellow in it. She said no, because that tip could easily be painted or broken off. Upon hearing that, I immediately screamed at her. "What would prevent people from painting all of the yellow gun black?!??" I find it extremely dense of her to say that. I don't think she's entirely thought out this attack and reasoning. I do not believe banning toy guns is the answer. The problem is teaching the kids a proper way to behave. If the kid had any sensible upbringing, he would certainly have had the sense to NOT aim a toy gun at a cop. Thoughts?

Heh. Note I said "thinking about getting a GBA." ;-)

I get high from the deviously delicious sensation of my heart thumping in my chest. My excitement makes my body tingle. The room is electric with intensity. There are screams of passion and bursts of cursing. That's what happens when we're in the room. I take control and press and press harder and harder, slamming and smashing, pressing into her so much she's screaming...howling. I batter her faster and faster. She can't escape. The others watch with amazement at my speed and dexterity. My fingers are almost invisible; just a blur of intense motion. Her breathing quickens, her face reacts in a contortion of pleasure as she gives in to let me come at her with everything in my power. I send the final thrust of my stick, and a massive push on a sensitive and precious button. Her shriek fills the room as the torturous session of activity ends. Sweat beads slide down our foreheads in long, slick trails. We catch our breath and part. Then, I turn to my friends and ask, "So, who's up for the next round of Smash Bros.?"

Although...Werewolf of Fever Swamp didn't really end in a cliffhanger. The protagonist [spoiler] has turned into a werewolf and now runs with his dog [/spoiler]. Sure, he'll have some weird adventures now, but a cliffhanger is usually designated with extreme action. I'd classify the ending more as "open-ended."

For a creative work about being alone, try this on for size: "Well. It's happening. I always had this nagging suspicion...this...feeling in the back of my mind, that I was going to disappear. It's happening. Yeah, definitely happening. I'm losing touch with everyone I know. I think the only way people remember me is when I call them. I'm starting to disappear off people's radars. I'm starting to blend into the crowd. People don't even see me anymore. It's like I'm not even there. No matter where I go. I feel like a chameleon. Maybe I never existed to begin with. Maybe this was all just a hallucination. Am I even real? All these memories I have...elementary school...middle school...high school...college life. Are they real? Do you ever get that feeling, where you're not sure if what you know is true? Where you're not sure if your life is yours and your friends are real. Maybe they're all just figments of my imagination. I was in a car accident back in April of last year. Everything seemed different after that. Like something wasn't gelling correctly...wasn't connected...wasn't solid. Am I really dead or in a coma? And all of this is just, fake? Maybe I drowned in that swimming pool when I was younger. After all, I don't remember anything after that. I only remember kicking and thrashing and screaming, then nothing. It's a total blank. My reality--not reality. NON-reality is starting to unravel. I've always had that feeling in the back of my head that this wasn't right. Something about my life always bothered me. I always felt uneasy. Are any of my experiences true? Did anything in middle school, high school, and college ACTUALLY happen? Or am I just imagining everything? Am I just imagining the friends I've had? Am I just imagining they're signed on to AIM? I'm not high or anything, either. Definitely not high. I don't mess with that ****. I am alone. Alone in every sense of the word. Romantically alone. Emotionally alone. Physically alone. Mentally alone. People are forgetting about me; people have forgotten about me. I knew it'd happen. I was never really there to begin with. I wonder if I just go travel across the country...the world, if anyone would realise I'm not around. I don't think anyone realises I'm around right now. Does anyone think, "Hey, I haven't seen Alex in the longest time. I wonder what he's up to." No. I'm being forgotten. I'm drifting off into obscurity. Well, they're just my high school friends, right? I'm sure I hang out with my college friends. No. I don't know any of my college friends. I don't get together with them. I don't hang out with them. I'm not there, too. I'm not there, anywhere. No matter where I go; there I'm not. It doesn't feel good to not exist. I don't really blame anyone for not talking to me voluntarily. I'm not really interesting at all. I don't hold conversation. I don't tell jokes. I'm ineffectual when it comes to social situations; and social situations have become few and far between. I haven't seen any of my friends in...oh...5 months now. Sure, Jenn and I hang out a lot, but I'm her last resort and she's my only person to hang out with. Travis Bickle calls himself "God's Lonely Man." He's isolated, alone, removed from life, pretty much disappeared into the background. Am I saying I'm Travis Bickle? Probably. He's the only person I ever felt like I knew. He's the only person that I thought would understand me. And he's a ********* movie character. Do I really...is it really a good idea...should I really be in this "real world" at all? I'm totally not there around real people. Spring Concert, was I there? Nah. And I did go, too. Post-performance stuff, was I there? Nah. And I did go, too. Campus stuff, was I there? Nah. And I did go, too. Does this matter? Nah. I'm always in my own little world. Usually not by voluntary choice, either. I wonder how much longer it'll be, until I blink out of existence. I'm being erased, forgotten. I, disappear."

The Player is quite good. At first, I was a bit worried about the Cube controller's response, but the L and R buttons work surprisingly well with Metroid Fusion (a L and R intensive game). I didn't have enough time to play LttP, so I can't comment on the L and R there. Generally, the Player is excellent. The graphic stretch looks great, although it looks a bit funky at first. Getting used to it takes a matter of seconds. Super Mario Bros. 2 looked absolutely spectacular on it, as did Pokemon Ruby. Installation was a breeze. A total breeze. I just unhooked my Cube, flipped it over, took off the appropriate cover plate from the bottom, plugged in the Player and used a flathead screwdriver to tighten the two securing screws. It was unbelievably easy. Though I haven't tried connecting my GBA to trade between Ruby/Sapphire, I suspect the connection port on the Player's front is used for linking. The plug seems very similar to the port on the GBA. All in all, VERY worthwhile investment. If someone is thinking of getting a GBA, get the Player instead. It's just as good, if not better, and approximately 2/3 the price. Excellent addition to the Cube. 10/10 EDIT: I did a Ruby/Sapphire trade today. Easy...totally easy. The connection port right on the front is for a GBA link cable.

Semjaza, Caddyshack is a good one, indeed. I also find This Is Spinal Tap, Monty Python's Life Of Brian, Marx. Bros' Animal Crackers, Dr. Strangelove, Adaptation, and Mystery Men to be some of the funniest movies I've ever seen, in that they're more sarcastic, biting, and subtle humor.

Haha. Yeah, definitely Bush Barbs in there. I do not agree that we have the ultimate right to decide which countries are allowed to survive. The way I see it, every country looks out for their own best interests, so that means we're all totally doomed. And if you want to read a really big Bush Barb, check this out: [url]http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?postid=414456#post414456[/url]