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[color="#696969"][font="Tahoma"][b]"What is it little boy? Cat got your tongue?"[/b] Jackobssen chuckled and leaned back against the balcony railing, clearly not threatened by the young craft user. The water in Sandy's jug began to steam and bubble as the boy grew angrier. Jackobssen just laughed. [b]"Oh I see, you're a craft user. How curious that the NSTNJ would stoop to the level of recruiting a [i]child[/i]."[/b] he mocked. Sandy's face reddened with fury and could feel his control over the water slipping away. [b]"Who gives you the right to alter someones reality?!"[/b] he yelled. While his emotions fueled his craft if he lost control completely Sandy would be of no use. He needed to talk Jackobssen down a bit in order to properly manipulate his water. The comment clearly angered the villain quite a bit as he leaned forward, taking a step towards Sandy. [b]"Nobody gives me the [i]right.[/i] I take it for myself. This is something you, a fellow craft user, may eventually learn. You shouldn't let those adults at the NSTNJ control you like a dog. Leave that place, and truly explore your power!"[/b] Jackobssen had clearly given a similar speech before to some other poor soul. Sandy spat on the ground in front of him. [b]"What good is power if you have nobody to share it with? You've only used your craft for evil, and now you will suffer the consequences." [/b] Jackobssen pondered the line for a brief moment then spoke. [b]"You know, I was going to let you live but seeing as how you are so eager to die, I shall grant you your wish."[/b] Jackobssen lifted his hand to trap Sandy in an illusion, only to find it encased in ice on the railing behind him. Sandy smirked. [b]"What?! How did I not feel this?"[/b] Jackobssen began to struggle to get his hand off, but it was frozen solid. [b]"You'll regret this!"[/b] [b]"Oh, I doubt that."[/b] Sandy smirked once more and closed his eyes. He slapped his hands together and the water from his jug erupted from the top. Floating in the air above them as a large water sphere, he slowly moved the water above Jackobssen's head. The man wearily looked up and saw the distorted reflection of his fear-stricken face in the bottom of the water sphere. [b]"What are you going to do? Drown me?!"[/b] Jackobssen let out a nervous laugh, half mocking the child and half challenging him. [b]"I doubt you even have the balls to kill [i]anyone[/i]!"[/b] Sandy opened his eyes and released his hands. The water sphere dropped on Jackobssen completely soaking him to he bone. The man stood there in shock as nothing else happened. [b]"You're right, I probably can't kill someone quite yet..."[/b] Sandy let out a chuckle. [b]"But I know someone who can." [/b]he said, pointing behind Jackobssen. The drenched villain turned around slowly only to see a furious Elena, fist raised and surging with electricity. Suddenly the water didn't see so pointless. [b]"I hope you know..."[/b] she started. [b]"Water conducts electricity."[/b] and before Jackobssen could even gasp, he was clocked in the face with an electrifying punch. In a matter of seconds the electricity carried through all of the water Sandy had drenched him in, immediately frying the villain alive. When his corpse fell to the ground, it was charred black, the steam still rising. Sekeiri and Felix awoke immediately and looked around frantically for Jackobssen, only to find his corpse fried on the ground. Felix let out a sigh of relief while Sekeiri was a little bit disturbed by the image. [b]"Sandy did you...?"[/b] she started to ask but Elena quickly interrupted. [b]"No, I delivered the final blow."[/b] she said, helping Sekeiri to her feet. The woman was clearly relieved to see that a child hadn't just killed a man free of guilt. Felix picked up Sandy's water jug cap and handed it to the boy. [b]"That must've been quite a show, it's a shame I missed it."[/b] he said. [b]"Tell me, rascal, how'd you do it?"[/b] Sandy accepted the cap and twisted it back onto the now empty water jug. [b]"Well, the guy likes to talk a lot so I just talked a bit and spat when he said something stupid. He didn't even notice me manipulating the saliva past his shoes and up the railing to his hand."[/b] Sandy waved his hands around mimicking the saliva crawling up the railing. [b]"I knew he could only keep two people in an illusion at once so I figured Elena would arrive shortly after Sekeiri went down. So I matched the saliva's temperature to his own and slowly froze his hand in place. The rest was all Elena."[/b] Felix ruffled Sandy's hair like an older brother and recieved a big toothy grin from the young craft user in return. [b]"Well done, my boy. You're becoming a true agent."[/b][/font][/color]

[color="#696969"][font="Tahoma"][b]1) What is it?[/b] Shy [b]2) Why was it nifty?[/b] When I think of Shy I think of dedication. When he starts something, he sees it through to the end no matter what. He began his crusade into events with Otaku Awards (i believe) and quickly changed it to a more laid back, easy to read and participate in, Nifty Fifty. Keeping Nifty Fifty going strong for 6 years is quite a feat, and even if he didn't make every single thread for it, I know that he had a hand in helping each year even if just behind the scenes. He cares a lot about the community and this becomes clear with his involvement in OB events. So Shy, I tip my hat to you old chap. [b]1) What is it?[/b] The OB Family [b]2) Why was it nifty?[/b] No, this isn't a nomination for the old "THIS USER IS MY BROTHER, THIS USER IS MY DAD" thing. It's more about the community of OB itself. There's one thing that separates all of us from other forums and that is [i]we care[/i]. We care about writing quality, we care when a new member joins and doesn't know what to do and we care when an old member comes back or a regular leaves. The people of OtakuBoards are a tight-knit community that always has room for a few more stitches. Even if you don't know every member on OB personally, I guarantee you know someone who does. And that's why I'm nominating the community of OtakuBoards as a family. Because we really are. :)[/font][/color] [quote name='AvalonAngel' timestamp='1293985902' post='703564'] [font="Tahoma"] Can I just skip the whole "Who is it/Why are they nifty thing?[/font][/quote] [font="Times New Roman"][i][b][size="5"]Blasphemy![/size][/b][/i][/font]

[color="#696969"][font="Tahoma"][quote name='CaNz' timestamp='1292644308' post='702898'] For sure? [/quote] I was a day late, I know. **** HAPPENS. But, it's there. ^_^[/font][/color]

[color="#696969"][font="Tahoma"]"Why didn't anybody wake me?!" Sandy yelped, glancing at the time on his new cell phone New STNJ had given him. He leaped out from the pile of blankets and rushed out of the office in his pajamas towards the bathroom to change. He heard some murmered laughter as he was leaving the room and stopped dead in his tracks. His complexion paled as he knew what had happened. When he had tossed the blankets aside, Sandy revealed that the couch was actually soaking wet... and it looked [i]bad[/i]. He turned to face the adults, who were nearly in stitches trying to hold in their laughter. "That's not what it looks like!" he yelled. "I can't control the water while I sleep!" "Don't need to tell [i]us[/i] that, Mr. Pees his Pants." Felix joked. Sandy's face turned red, half with embarrassment and half with sheer anger. "You know..." Sandy started. "For someone who's hat is twice as big as their head you're awfully judgemental!" this clearly angered Felix immediately but the man kept his cool if only because Sandy was just a boy. "And if that were pee I'm pretty sure you would all smell it!" and with that, Sandy stormed out of the office slamming the door behind him. As he walked towards the bathroom to change into a [i]drier[/i] pair of clothes, he heard the team laughing as he stomped down the hall, but just didn't care. [i]Maybe one day I WILL pee on the couch. Then we'll see if they're still laughing...[/i] "You shouldn't anger the boy, Felix." Felix rolled his eyes ever so slightly. "He doesn't have control over his emotions yet... and by extension, his powers." Elena informed him. As a fellow craft-user, Elena was usually the first person to defend Sandy and as much as she hated to admit it, she saw a lot of herself in him. Sandy walked back into the office wearing his regular cargo shorts and bright orange t-shirt. His water jug was already strapped to his back, ready for action. "You know, you don't need to carry that thing everywhere." said Sekeiri, poking the jug. "Thanks, Sherlock." Sandy nearly spat. He was never usually this rude towards his mentors, but he'd woken up on the wrong side of the... wet... bed. "I'm just cleaning up my mess." he explained as he placed the jug in front him, unscrewing the cap. He concentrated hard and slowly manipulated the water that had soaked itself into the couch back into his jug. "Well, if you didn't sleep with the jug, you wouldn't need to clean up any mess now would you?" Felix said. Sandy placed the last of the water back into the jug and twisted the cap back on. For a moment, he stared lovingly at the jug of water. "But... I feel empty without it." the innocent tone of his voice and the puppy dog eyes on his face only made Felix sigh, but the girls fell for it. "Well," Elena said. "One more night... but you've[i] got [/i]to learn to sleep without it! You won't always have your own special water readily available and if you can't learn to manipulate regular water in the environment around you, you'll never get better." Sandy nodded, he knew she was right, but he'd used this exact water for so long it had become fairly easy for him to manipulate it than some [i]other[/i] water. He merely sighed and strapped the jug onto his back. "So, what now?" he asked.[/font][/color]

[color="#696969"][font="Tahoma"]Lol, I didn't even know it had started. Need to PM me this ****! *looks at message box* Oh, you did. Well, I apologize. I've got tomorrow off will post for SURE.[size="4"] FOR SURE[/size]. [size="5"]FOR SURE.[/size][/font][/color]

[color="#696969"][font="Tahoma"]Haha, this is cool! I made a video of the creepiest fluid you'll ever lay eyes on.[/font][/color] [url=http://tubedubber.com/#Yp1wUodQgqQ:Ie_R1H9L4eI:0:100:0:0:true]Here[/url] [font="Tahoma"][color="#696969"]Also lol @ You're not the Father![/color][/font]

[color="#696969"][font="Tahoma"]Wow, this is a great idea to share music from around the globe. I'd never heard of most of these Australian/German/English bands. @Lyndy, I watched that Pong video up until the point where they start dancing with gas masks. Then I just burst out laughing and had to stop, lol. The Space Invaders song was definitely much cooler, though. [center][b]TRACK TITLE:[/b] Stadium Love[b] |[/b] [b]ARTIST:[/b] Metric[b] | MATURE: [/b]Yes [b]| COUNTRY OF ORIGIN: [/b]Canada [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6N4a7RX5x7E&hd=1[/media][/center] Animals fighting! It's basically what the song is about. One of my favourite Canadian bands ever. There aren't a whole lot of rock groups with a female singer that know what they're doing. [i]Metric knows what they're doing[/i]. They know their sound and they improve on it with each album and that's why I love them so much. EDIT: Also, that Switchback song sounds like it belongs in the Matrix, haha. Neat. ^_^[/font][/color]

OB Drama is so TOTALLY OtakuBoards.

[color="#696969"][font="Tahoma"][b]Name:[/b] Sandy Matthews [b]Age:[/b] 13 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Classification:[/b] Craft User - Water Manipulation: In the short time Sandy has had his power he has quickly adapted to it. While the extent of his actual manipulation is minimal (he cannot expand water, manipulate more than 2 litres of it and he cannot freeze the water or manipulate ice to any extent) what he can manipulate he can be deadly with. Fortunately the innocence of a child has saved him from using his power for evil and he simply carries a water jug on his back for dealing with bullies. He's unaware he could kill someone with the water, so he mostly uses it to throw water punches to prove a point. [b]Years with New STNJ:[/b] Sandy was recruited only a few weeks ago. [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/9099/boysellingwaterbykinly1.jpg[/img] [size="1"]([i]minus the wooden plank around his neck... and the cactus[/i])[/size] [b]Personality:[/b] Losing his Mother at an early age, Sandy was always a fairly quiet child who preferred observing over socializing. This, combined with constantly moving due to his Fathers job with the military, caused Sandy to never make any real friends and so mostly he was just picked on. When he discovered his power, Sandy found the courage inside him to stand up to the bullying. Kids around the playground began to recognize Sandy as a hero rather than a quiet loner and Sandy relished in the praise, almost too much. That's when New STNJ swooped in and took Sandy under their wings. It's taken getting used to, and Sandy misses his father, but he doesn't miss always the moving around. While New STNJ isn't really meant for children, Sandy is a rare exception that they believe to have a lot of potential. They hope to mold him to be the perfect STNJ agent. Enjoying his new life at STNJ, Sandy has grown to be a little more talkative but mostly it's to satisfy his curiosity. While he can be quiet, Sandy enjoys helping those in need and has recently found himself having deep intellectual discussions with complete strangers, learning a lot about the world in the process. Most adults are astounded by his maturity, always following orders and always on task, and he is even being considered for a field mission in the near future. [b]Why/how you got involved with New STNJ:[/b] A fight with a bully got too heated and Sandy knocked the boy unconscious with a water punch to the temple. It made the local newspaper and the event caught the attention of New STNJ who then swiftly recruited Sandy into their ranks. [i]Snippet in progress...[/i][/font][/color]

[center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/jacquelinemasey.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/mileshaw.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/charlottehamilton.jpg[/img][/center] The three watched in horror as The Butler, a seemingly neutral spirit, vanished into thin air. While his calm demeanor was a bit disturbing, it was a comfort to know not all the spirits were complete psycho paths. Miles took off his hat and brushed off some dust before placing it back on his head. He pushed his glasses to the top of his nose before speaking. [b]"Well, we best be moving on then. No telling what insanity will show its face next."[/b] he half joked. The two women nodded in agreement and continued to walk down the hallway at the top of the stairs. The blood of the author splattered the walls on the side of the stair case, and a broken railing ahead reminded them of Elyssa's devastating fall. They walked past in silence, paying their respect. On the first door on the right, Charlotte noticed something strange. [b]"Look here."[/b] she said, pointing to a slightly open door. Dirt littered the bottom of the door frame and a clump of withered flower petals sat nearby. Miles stepped forward and pushed the door open the rest of the way. [b]"That's strange."[/b] he said, looking in the room. "There's dirt everywhere. And the wood and wallpaper looks split in various places, like something grew out of it." [b]"Maybe this used to be a gardening room and nature has just taken over. Let's go." [/b] Jacqueline urged. [b]"That would make sense... if there were still roots here."[/b] Miles said, intrigued by the strange appearance of the room. [b]"But it's as if they grew into the entire room and then just sucked themselves right back into the earth. And normally gardening tools are kept in the basement or outside separate from the house. Especially in a big mansion like this."[/b] Miles picked up one of the petals off the floor and it crumbled away in his hand. [b]"I think this might've been the doing of another one of those spirits."[/b] [b]"Well standing here examining it doesn't get us anywhere. We need to find the Doctor."[/b] Jacqueline reminded Miles while he stared into the room with fascination. [b]"You two go on ahead, I'll catch up."[/b] Miles said, taking a step into the room. He got on one knee and began to closely examine all the individual indents in the wood, each one about as thin and as long as wire. Charlotte tapped her foot impatiently. [b]"We aren't leaving without you, that's how people keep ending up dead, remember?"[/b] she insisted with an irritated tone in her voice. Miles simply ignored her and continued to examine the floor. [i]Interesting... It seems there really were roots growing here at some point... But where did they go? There's no sign of a human yanking them out. How peculiar... roots that can grow larger and smaller at will.[/i] Suddenly Miles was hit with a burst of inspiration. He took off his hat and took a tiny piece of paper out from the under the fold, then placed it back on his head. He retrieved his favorite designer pen from his pocket -a heavy, golden ink pen with a point so sharp it could pierce steel (or so Miles liked to claim)- from his front pocket and began to furiously write down ideas for a new song. He began with a few lyrics to sing the tune to. [i]Who would've thought that in this hell-forsaken Mansion, in such a dire situation I would find the inspiration I've been searching years for.[/i] Jacqueline and Charlotte watched in amazement as the man began writing a song right in front of them, no longer acknowledging their existence. Charlotte huffed and stomped away. [b]"Fine! We'll find her without you!"[/b] she growled, walking away. [b]"Charlotte wait!"[/b] Jacqueline yelled, following behind. Miles filled up the front side of the paper with various lyrics and notes. He looked around the room with wonder, completely dumb founded by the way nature had affected the room. Finally content with what ideas he'd come up with, Miles placed the paper back in his hat and twirled the pen between his fingers as he concluded his thoughts. [i]I better catch up to those two, I wouldn't want anything to happen. I can't believe I zoned out like that.[/i] Miles placed a hand on the floor behind him for leverage and began to stand to his feet when a loud creak and a shift in the floor beneath halted him. [i]Oh no...[/i] What Miles had failed to consider about the roots growing into the whole floor and retreating back out was that he was actually on the [i]second[/i] floor. There were no trees or stumps around to even grow into the room. They'd literally come from nowhere and now had weakened the wood all around him. [i]Which means...[/i] the wood beneath Miles suddenly began to split in the various cracks caused by the roots. Miles felt the floor dip towards the middle and began sliding towards it. He wanted to get up and leap for the door, but any sudden shift of movement would only make the floor collapse quicker. Slowly the wood began to crumble away starting at the center. It all happened so fast that when Miles yelled to the others for help, the wood beneath him had already taken all the pressure it could and gave way. Immediately Miles fell one whole floor, landing flat on his back in a dark and dusty room. Barely able to move, Miles winced his eyes open. He was in a nearly pitch black room, the only light coming from the whole in the room above him that he'd fallen through. He tried to sit up but just fell back in pain completely unable to move. He'd definitely broken a rib, if not two, and his ankle was twisted. [center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/death.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/mileshaw.jpg[/img][/center] [i]At least I survived the fall...[/i] Miles thought too soon though, as on the floor above, the pen he'd been writing with rolled towards the hole in the middle and fell straight down. The heavy designer pen plummeted towards Miles and pierced him in the throat before he could even react. And as if that wasn't enough, the pressure of the pen puncturing his skin had caused it to leak ink straight into his neck. Miles gagged for nearly a minute before slowly fading away to the darkness.

[color="#696969"][font="Tahoma"][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haSnf9K9iWs]Romantic Rights - Death From Above 1979[/url] - Loud, obnoxious and irritating yet somehow mesmerizing and catchy. This pretty much describes Elbee. [indent][u][b]Main Character[/b][/u] [b]Name:[/b] Stephan Elbee [b]Age:[/b] 19 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] Elbee stands at about 5'9" with a fairly lanky but muscular physique. He's slightly tanned all year round with long jet black hair that he just lets grow wild. He wears a green tank top with worn out tight blue jeans. He carries a pair of drumsticks on each side of his belt, one pair for fighting, the other for [i]rocking[/i]. He has black wrist bands and a silver necklace that hangs fairly low. He has dark green eyes and usually has a large carefree grin on his face. [b]Personality:[/b] That being said, Elbee is a very carefree person. He slacks a lot, but that's because he's sure his band is about to make it big. He currently rocks the drums in a band called Rocktopus. Elbee is a very energetic person who likes to think positively. Mostly he makes dumb remarks about the silliest things, but once in a while he may get very serious and say something profound. He also doesn't back down on his word and is a loyal friend. [b]Location:[/b] Born and raised in Toronto, Canada. Currently on the run to USA to escape his Evil Ex Fan Girls. [b]Weapon(s) of Choice:[/b] - Elbee carries only 2 pairs of drum sticks to fight. He carries so much energy and excitement all the time, that when he drums on anything he can create supersonic attacks. Granted the more elaborate beats make much more powerful attacks than a simple paradiddle on a table but Elbee has managed to avoid this problem. [b]Unique Ability:[/b] Following a strict Vegan diet for many years, Elbee has obtained elite vegan powers. Not using the psychic powers like a regular Vegan, Elbee uses all of his power to constantly store his entire drum set in his head. He can than summon it from his head and play it. His ability to turn drumming into a weapon is separate from being a Vegan, he's always had that ability. The Veganism merely allows him to easily store and summon his drum set. Once the drum set has been summoned, Elbee needs time to recharge his psychic powers before he can put it away again. [b]Weakness:[/b] Besides the Vegan Police and anything that might cause them to show up, Elbee has a particular weakness for people that make fun of his name. It can put him in a furious rage and if he is drumming he'll lose control and go over the top. Consequently that's how Elbee destroyed his last drum set. [b]Writing Snippet:[/b] - Evil Exes - [Coming Soon...][/font][/color][/indent]

[font="Tahoma"][center][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/edwardharries2.jpg[/IMG][/center] Edward Nelson was just on his way back to the main dining room to tell the others about Cindy Grey, when he heard a loud gun shot. He clasped his hand over his back pocket where he had kept his pistol only to find it'd been snatched. He pivoted and ran back to where Cindy Grey had passed, only to find Harriet's limp body falling to the ground with Edward's pistol in hand. [b]"No!" [/b]he yelled, running to her side. [i]How could she do such a thing?![/i] With a single shot to the temple, she'd taken her own life. Edward shut her eye lids and grabbed a nearby curtain that was already detached from it's rail. He laid it over top of the young girl's body. [b]"May you rest in peace, young one."[/b] Edward stood up, wiping the sweat from his forehead. [i]I should tell the others.[/i] He turned to head back to the dining room when the smell of tobacco filled his nose. He was never one to smoke himself so he had no craving to smoke, but he'd grown up around parents that smoked all the time so he was used to the smell. The Detective watched from a distance. [color="#696969"][i]I like how professionally you've dealt with these deaths, Mr. Nelson.[/i][/color] the Detective thought to himself. [color="#696969"][i]I'll grant you my protection so you may continue to be the caretaker of this game.[/i][/color] [center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/shieldcard.jpg[/img][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/edwardharries2.jpg[/IMG][/center] [center][i]SHIELD CARD: This card protects the character from ALL Power Cards for the remainder of the round.[/i][/center] For a moment, white smoke completely surrounded Edward but it immediately seeped right into his skin. He was filled with whole new burst of energy and refreshment. Feeling completely renewed, he decided it'd be best if he just looked for another way out of the mansion, instead of constantly checking back with the others. He walked off in the opposite direction of the dining room, not realizing the entire room had now collapsed. [color="#696969"]Elsewhere, the Detective appeared over the corpse of the Author he'd killed. He collected the smoke he'd left hovering the corpse and vanished as quickly as he'd arrived. [i]I'll be needing this for later.[/i][/font][/color]

[font="Tahoma"][quote name='PiroMunkie' date='13 August 2010 - 10:39 PM' timestamp='1281753568' post='699376'] [color="#006400"][font="Arial"]I don't know anything about the comics, but doubt that Cera can do anything awesome. The general plot of the movie seems kind of iffy to begin with, and Michael Cera just exacerbates that problem for me, lol. Regardless, I'll probably end up watching it out of boredom ... only problem is I lack the booze to allow me to tolerate Cera ... [/font][/color] [/quote] [color="#696969"]Well, it was awesome. XD He definitely went out of his normal Cera-ness and managed to pull off Scott very well. I urge you to read the comics before watching the movie as they aren't that long but the movie definitely lived up to what I expected. Then again I am a little biased because it's super Canadian. ^_^; I actually played a show at one of the places where they visit in Toronto. A MUST SEE FOR ANY VIDEO GAME FAN[i]!!![/i][/font][/color]

[center][img]http://fusedfilm.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/scott-pilgrim-cera-wright.jpg[/img] [img]http://www.azreporter.com/news/media/admin/20100805-scott_pilgrim_vs_the_world.jpg[/img] For those of you who don't know, Scott Pilgrim vs the World is a movie based on a comic of the same name. [quote=Plot Summary]Everything is totally sweet. Scott Pilgrim's life is so awesome. He's 23 years old, in a rock band, "between jobs," and dating a cute high school girl. Everything's fantastic until a seriously mind-blowing, dangerously fashionable, roller blading delivery girl named Ramona Flowers starts cruising through his dreams and sailing by him at parties. But the path to Ms. Flowers isn't covered in rose petals. Ramona's seven evil exes stand between Scott and true happiness. Can Scott defeat all seven of the bad guys and get the girl without turning his precious little life upside-down, before the game is over?[/quote][/center] [color="#696969"]I can't stress enough how awesome the comics are, but if you think you don't have the time or effort to read them, then go see this movie. I'm seeing it tonight and I don't doubt it will be amazing (judging from the trailer they seem to have captured the essence of the story). My only worry is wether or not Michael Cera can truly play the part of the epicness that is Scott Pilgrim but he makes me laugh pretty easily so he's got half of it down pat. I'm confident any video game, anime or comedy fan will absolutely adore this story so I urge you all to go see it! Of course I'll post here once I've actually seen the movie but I knew I'd be making the thread when I got home anyway so I'm saving myself some trouble. Anyway, here is the first theatrical trailer for you to watch. Enjoy![/color] [center][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NUBVcit5VM[/media][/center]

[font="Tahoma"][center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/aliciamills.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/wyattbishop.jpg[/img][/center] Wyatt Bishop sunk down at the large wooden door which refused to budge. It seemed like even if they smashed the wood to pieces, they'd still be stuck there. Left and right he could hear screams and loud crashes. This [i]game[/i] had definitely started. He noticed one woman burst into tears and run up a staircase. Not wanting anyone to separate, Wyatt followed her. Just as the woman reached the top of the stairs she took a sharp right around a corner as Wyatt began to climb. [b]"Wait! We shouldn't stray to far from each other![/b]" he yelled to her. There was no response and so he continued at a quicker pace up the steps. When he reached the top he was amazed to see an elaborate hallway that stretched nearly 5 rooms down and then turned. Looking to his right where he figured the woman had fled, Wyatt noticed a small door. Along the crack at the bottom of the door he could see roots stretching out from inside the room. When he went to turn the knob a sharp sting stopped him. He glanced at his hand and notice a few small cuts. Looking again at the door knob, he could now see it was covered in small pointed spikes. [b]"...thorns?"[/b] before Wyatt could make another attempt at opening the weird door he decided he would need some more man power and turned to go back down the stairs for some help. He stopped dead in his tracks as in the corner of his eye he noticed a man at the end of the hallway, staring him down. Wyatt turned to face him, but he was gone. [color="#696969"][i]Looking for someone?[/i] [/color]Wyatt jumped as the voice was whispered right into his ear. Just as he turned his head to get a clear visual on the spirit, it vanished into smoke reappearing at the end of the hallway. Coughing up some of the smoke, Wyatt marched toward the spirit, still believing it to be a prankster in disguise. [b]"Did you trap this poor woman in this room? Let her out this instant!"[/b] he yelled commandingly. The Detective, in his long trenchcoat with empty white smokey eyes chuckled softly. As Wyatt moved closer to him, more and more smoke billowed in behind the author silently. [center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/smoke.jpg[/img][/center] [color="#696969"][i]You should be more concerned...[/i][/color] the Detective started, he pointed behind Wyatt. [color=#696969][i]About yourself being trapped.[/i][/color] Wyatt looked behind him seeing nothing but pure white smoke blocking his vision. When he turned his head back to where the spirit had been, he vanished into a cloud of even more smoke leaving Wyatt completely surrounded. He fumbled around the thick white for a few minutes, trying to find his bearings. [center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/death.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/wyattbishop.jpg[/img][/center] He backed up one step too far and stepped backwards onto the top of the staircase. Before he could reach out for a railing to hold onto a dark black arm portruded from the smoke and pushed him the final distance sending the author tumbling towards his death. Part way down his fall, his head slammed into the wall knocking him unconscious and on the following step down his neck was caught on a railing and snapped instantly. His lifeless body rolled down the rest of the staircase and laid limp at the bottom as a warning to all who would dare go upstairs.[/font]