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Well, I understand what people are saying about it being there for the rest of your life. What happens if you don't like it after a while or you get old and it looks horrible? Well my answer to that is it's up to the individual, if they want to get a tattoo then that's their choice really. All I can say is if you're going to get a tattoo get something remotely original. Japanese/Chinese symbols are so overused as are the yin and yang thing, devils and angels on shoulders, barbed wire, skulls etc. I liek the idea of eyptian things like heiroglyphs and symbols because they aren't that overused an look very nice. I've always been contemplating getting a tattoo but I don't know if I'll ever get one. If I did I'd design my own symbol or something uniquely personal. I'd have it either on the skin between my index finger and thumb or in the middle of my back. Here's a quote for you all to think about, by the most unlikely man to say it, Ozzy Osbourne "If you want to be original don't get a tattoo. Everyone and their ****ing granny has a tattoo."

Okay, so far I've accepted everyone Braidless Baka Ohkami Eclectic (could you please finish your Bio) Kaisuke Sign ups are still open for anyone who wishes to join

Really well written Leh, very well done. Though I don't usually read Power ranger fics I made an exception for this one. It brought back much cherised memories lol, of a youth spent watching the Power Rangers beat the **** out of oversized action figures lol. I liked it, commendations dude.

Well, I can't really say anything original since i believe everyone else who's posted has expressed the exact same sentiments as I. This is brilliant. Possibly the funniest and most interesting fic I've read in ages. So far it looks to be a very very curious and unique tale, humerous and exciting. I look forward to seeing more instalments of this and I'll be keeping my eyes peel for other OBers I know in there *chuckles*. Great job Solo and post soon ^_~.

[b]Data Crashing:[/b] The year was [b]2324[/b] and the world had changed. As one would imagine it is a fairly normal occurrence, with the passing of time heralds the coming of change after all. What one wouldn?t imagine would be the course that this future had taken. Think now on the growth of industry, the growth of business and the domination of greed upon the world. As with all things the world was blind to the slow and ultimately unstoppable force that covered the globe. Blinded by the need for leisure, the aversion to hard work and want for money many saw the aspiring and benevolent Technosoft as a gift to the many nations that welcomed them and their new enterprise. It is unclear now what the initial intentions of the company were, for of this I am sure, no one, not even the founder, could have foreseen the awesome and total domination that would blanket the world. Is it not true that even some of the most evil of warlords started out with the most respectable of intentions? Now, as the sulpher choked clouds rolled across the yellow sky the populations of the world milled around in giant domes made of synthetic glass that covered entire cities, like ants caught under a microscope. The planet was held in an iron grip, a mechanical grip of the maniacal corporation that worked under the new, more appropriate name of Technoglobe. Technoglobe controlled everything?everything. Cities were now called sectors, contained in bubbles, where travel was actively discouraged. Plant life was outlawed, the space taken by trees and animals needed for development and the progression of the human species. Sure people protested then but who remembers ?then? anymore? Life was contained in the little bubble you lived in very little physical contact was made between sectors. The paths were dangerous and derelict, used only by vagabonds and criminals in desperate times. Although what normal human would want to venture out into the treacherous, vapid and fatal wilderness that covered the globe. All was provided for them, the food they ate, the air they breathed, it was perfect. Of course there were going to be rebels, those unhappy with the social order. These people were ?Hackers?, those who could fight from the world of information deep within the technological database of the corp. Though for the most part normal people were happy with their lot. All normal people. Of course with the advancement of technology there had to be certain sacrifices, there always is. Religion was on the decline anyway was it not? Technoglobe just made it law. There are always going to be people who don?t like law of course and you can?t just snuff out people?s hopes and dreams. Not without a fight. And so there was. Many centuries ago a war was fought between Technoglobe and those of the united faith, a holy crusade and probably the only time in history differences were put aside and all faiths fought as one. They were crushed of course, for who could match the might of the corp. and it?s ever growing influence. Shattered and defeated, the remaining members of the faiths withdrew into a minority. In the year of 2324 what remained of these people where a few scattered clans, clinging to the old ways, the old beliefs and the old magic. Treated by the ?Norms? as tramps and thieves the clans were sneered at, called ?Angels? in mockery of the myths told as crude jokes across party tables over a glass of wine or two. On the contrary to this oppression and contempt the Angels took this as their own and gathered in the slums of the sectors in defiance of the powers that sought to wipe them out. As a result of the contamination that dwelt in their surroundings or maybe through divine intervention powers developed within these people, cultivated through many generations. The Angel?s saw themselves as the chosen ones, the prophets needed to bring life back to the world comatose in it?s own secretions. This was their faith and they believed that one-day judgment would come and the sun would again rise in the east as it once did. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Right, now for a run down of the character types; [b]Norms:[/b] Normal everyday people going about their business in their own little world. Butchers, bakers, candlestick makers, although there is no more natural produce more the first two to use. The only Norm characters worth playing are Technoglobe employees, soldiers, leaders and the like. All Norms are inserted with a registration microchip when they are born. This connects them to the Technoglobe mainframe and is able to track them and catalogue them into the great computer. These chips are also something that define Angel?s from Norms, keep Angel?s exempt from the mainframe. [b]Angels:[/b] Believing in the old religious ways Angels are shunned in society and live in the slums of the sectors. Divided into small clans they try to keep themselves to themselves, occasionally venturing out into the cities. Usually indistinguishable from Norms except for their eye colour, which reflects the colour of the magic they are genetically born with. This colour is usually extraordinary, like orange or pink. The magic, incidentally, comes in the form of energy generated within. This energy is channeled through an item that is held particularly dear to the individual, usually an item of clothing or jewelry that has special emotional significance. All angels are capable of the same gifts, though whether they develop them or not is up to the individual, such as the gift of healing, or of transmutation etc. Technoglobe continuously persecutes Angels, but it has only just recently taken on a more deadly twist. Exasperated by the nuisance of the Angels organized ?accidents?, raids and round ups take place, containing the threat and subduing the Angel population. This has caused more and more to go into deep hiding, away from the strike teams of the corp. Because of their deep affiliation with the old ways Angel?s are very religious and meditate every day in prayer to their Gods. (these gods are wide and varied, Anubis, Hecate, Jehova etc.) [b]Hackers:[/b] Hackers are the "glitches" in Technoglobe's "program". Able to run practically unseen in current society, almost every hacker is a convict. And they don't have a problem with that. Because at the push of a button they can become Mr or Mrs X. Fooling the computers is all that matters, and if you can fool the ones watching the computers, then so much the better. Hackers usually practice two types of hacking towards the Technoglobe mainframe. External hacking is usually via an "input device", a keyboard or something similar. Some hackers, however, like to take that one step further and hack "internally". Usually, internal hacking involves a small device called a "disc" which is placed against the hacker's temple and connected directly to the brain through a track in the skull. A wire then runs from the main unit to the disc via a cable. This method of hacking, although highly effective, is also highly dangerous. The human mind isn't built to be a storage machine, and after so much information there isn't room for a soul anymore. However, that having been said, a lot of information can usually be stored (the limit differs according to the individual), giving a hacker intuitive knowledge of a situation the individual has stored material about, if not total comprehension. The subject reaches a state similar to unconsciousness while hacking internally. Hackers usually work alone and prefer to stay away from large crowds, however, there are exceptions to every rule [b]Fallen:[/b] Angel?s under the service of Technoglobe, either as advisors or as part of the numerous strike teams. These Fallen usually take the form of mercenary groups paid by the corp. to eliminate the Angel threat, for a rich reward and government protection from persecution of course. [b](Note: Remember if you're signing up as one of these to post their reason for being against the Angel's in the bio)[/b] [b]Halflings:[/b] Half Angel and half Norm, the powers of these people are not as strong as Angels but they are equally shunned, if not more so, by the general population. The eye colouring is more subtle than Angels, like a browny red or clear crystal blue for example. Most are hidden or given up for adoption by their parents, the Norm parent usually shunned from Norm society with their Angel partner. [b](Note: I don?t want a multitude of these, my character will be a halfling after that?one or two at the very most)[/b] The story center?s around the actions of my character and her group of Angels. Intent on rebelling against the oppressive Technoglobe, they are unaware of just how deep their revolution will take them. Other characters will join them, but are not part of the group initially. The group is made up of four Angel?s at most, a fledgling clan. --------------------------------------------------------- [b]Rules:[/b] [b]1.[/b] Sign-ups will follow the sign up sheet exactly, being extremely detailed. Rpers must have an intricate knowledge of the individual they are using so I would like full sentences when signing up please. I would prefer it if people would post a description of their character instead of an image like some seem to do. If you would like to post an image, add the description also. [b]2.[/b] Characters are to be limited, if their hair is a different than natural colour state it is dyed, if they have a scar state where they got it from in the bio. Names should correspond to their ethnicity or history. I don?t want millions of Japanese anime type characters either [b]3.[/b] Sign-ups will be vetted, making no exceptions to buddies or mods. Upon signing up I will request an example of a previous rp post, if you are a newbie I shall expect a written post regardless. I shall also be investigating into your history as an rper, if you are known for not showing up when an rp starts for instance you won?t be admitted. [b]4.[/b] Posts are to be detailed and coherent with at least 2 paragraphs per post. Script format is prohibited because I find it deeply irritating, use proper speech please. [b]5.[/b] At the start of the RP I shall PM everyone to let them know we are starting. If you do not post within 5 days, without prior notification you shall be expelled. The same applies for post frequency. [b]6.[/b] I will be controlling the plotline, do not make any major changes within the plot without first consulting me. Thanks. [b]Sign Up Sheet:[/b] [b]Name:[/b] (Full name) [b]Nickname:[/b] (Speaks for itself) [b]Gender:[/b] (If you need this explaining leave now) [b]Age:[/b] (Age of the character, let?s keep it realistic) [b]Character Type:[/b] (hacker, angel, etc [b]Attributes:[/b] (Skills, Magical abilities only apply to angels and fallen.) [b]Appearance:[/b] (Detailed description of your character) [b]Personality:[/b] (What is your character like, their morals, their motivations etc) [b]Bio:[/b] (Detailed biography of your character, their history, their relations, their hobbies, why do they do what they do etc) [b]My Character:[/b] [b]Name:[/b] Karen O?Shea [b]Nickname:[/b] Boss, Karen or Ka, Halfbreed as an insult [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Age:[/b] 24 [b]Character Type:[/b] Halfling [b]Attributes:[/b] The limited magic within her means that she is not as powerful as some angels but then again she has more power than your average Norm. She is attributed with a greater strength than normal and is able to create a blueish light from her hands. The energy can form into bolts or shots over powerful energy that can act with the force of a sledgehammer, though she is not able to keep this up for sustained lengths of time. Telepathic speech is also possible between other Angels, it can be done with Norms and Hackers but it takes a greater amount concentration. She is able to create shields against other Angel?s power but stronger opponents may be able to break these down. [b]Appearance:[/b] Karen wears her blond hair in a short bob, shoulder length and neat. Her eyes are a crystal blue and this reflects in the colour of her magic, not being a radical colour she can blend relatively easily with Norms without the aid of shades or contacts. She wears a white vest with a black cross dissecting it across the chest, a white, silver and black patterned biker jacket and brown leather pants. Her black leather boots are sturdy with metal toecaps. She wears a thick silver ring on her right hand middle finger with a sapphire embedded into it, the ring her mother gave her. She also has a silver thumb ring on her left hand and a silver necklace with an opal drop. [b]Personality:[/b] Very noble, Karen has a deep sense of duty and feels very protective over her friends and charges alike. She is keenly aware of her flaws and attempts to compensate for these with tactical ability, intelligence and integrity. Extremely level headed and calculating she is an embodiment of leadership qualities and takes her role very seriously. After being betrayed by her father she is very wary of Norms to the point of paranoia and will. Karen is also very claustrophobic. [b]Bio:[/b] Karen led a relatively happy and content life up until she was the age of seven. Her mother died giving birth to her, something her father never forgave her for. This animosity towards his daughter would prove to be a catalyst that would change the little girl?s life forever. Karen was abandoned by her father after a public but wholly accidental showing of her angelic powers. Scared for his life and torn by his duties to the corp. he left her in a box in slum territory to be rescued by and Angel clan. Brought up within the clan she soon learned that her powers were a blessing, not a curse and was trained to control them as they grew and developed. This abandonment and emotional betrayal by her father is where the mistrust of Norms greatly stems from, however, this is also fed by the ever growing animosity from the general public for herself and her Angelic kin. From a very young age Karen has always shown the potential for leadership. Even as a child she was always at the head of every adventurous group, and consequently every mishap. Karen has a very strong connection with computers and is her clan?s link with technology being the only member with much access to terminals. Originating as a Norm citizen gives her many advantages, allowing her access to terminals and public buildings due to her registration chip. Her channel is a ring left to her by her mother just before she died. It is used to focus her magical abilities and glows when she uses strong magic. Being the only memory she has of her mother Karen is understandably very protective of it, allowing no one but herself to touch it. Fascinated by the earth?s history Karen has a small collection of books scrounged from the remnants of the holy war when technology took over and books were made obsolete. [b]Note:[/b]I will be needing a Fallen working for Technoglobe, the main archenemy as it were. If you want to be that character PM and I'll tell you the details. There can be other Fallen's I just need a main enemy. Let's get signing up shall we.

Gabriel frowned, flaring his nostrils in an animal sense of alarm. "Remain here my lord..." With a great surge of air he took to the sky, his massive wings beating against the flow. Shooting upwards like a bullet Gabriel twirled and flared his ivory wings to halt his ascent and allow him to still himself at the summit of the great cliff. Beating softly he glared at the three newcomers who stood regally on the ledge before him. The obvious leader stood forward from the two behind him, his light brown wings folded across his shoulders like a cloak. The golden band promenant around his head illustrated his status, the jewel on his forehead glinting in the sunlight. closing his eyes Gabriel held his hand over his heart and bowed gracefully. "Your majesty for what reason dost thou grace us with thy presence?" Dismissing his guards who stood, stoney faced behind him, King Solmon rose up level with Gabriel and placed his hand on the angelic man's shoulder. "Peace noble Gabriel, we must speak most urgently with your lord, beckon him forth...all is safe." Nodding Gabriel descended, intent on delivering the message to Dango.

Gabriel landed gracefully upon a high rocky plateau that overlooked the valley. Birds wheeled high above him, frolicking in the cool breeze that buffeted the clouds overhead. Folding his wings about his body he looked out at the land before him and nodded silently. The tall figure stood gazing upon the majestic mountain, snow melting slowly upon it's peak. Gabriel ran his hand through long dark hair before exhaling a soft sigh from between barely parted lips. His mind was troubled, and not with such minor thoughts. The strong wind tugged at his trailing hair, whipping strands about his face like streamers. His soft white pants held tight against his legs, the air pulling at the cloth. Closing his stormy grey eyes Gabriel focuses, reaching his mind out into the air like a hand of greeting to distant friend. [i]"The wind senses change my lord Dango...canst thou feel it?"[/i] The rise of these new cultists alarmed the tribe of flyers that lived here high in these unreachable, barren mountains. For the first time fear was now among them. His lord and friend Dango had been greatly sorrowed by this and Gabriel felt it too. Ever watchful over these skies he stood vigilant at his post, a mounrful expression cast over his features. Great ivory coloured wings spread out from his shoulder blades in a noble signal of defiance. A white pleated skirt fluttered about in the wind, the air tugging at his white pants underneith. Bare feet pressed into the earth as Gabriel stepped forward towards the edge of the cliff, grains tumbling down into the mass. Clasping his hands before his face he murmered softly in reverence. "Cast not this gracious light from our world for the deeds of evil men." In a flurry of feathers Gabriel took to the air once more, to be at peace among the clouds.

Well here's my two pence, I don't care if it's a bandwagon or if it's pointless and noone cares what I'm writing it's going here anyway. First Name: Lorna (yes I'm a girl *shock horror*) Age: 17 Hair Color: Brown with auburn highlights Eye Color: Brown Height: 5'6 last time I checked Wardrobe: Jeans, shirts, hooded sweaters, baggy pants, hipsters, sleevless t-shirts, long sleeved t-shirts all the colours of the bo man. Personality: Having lot's of mood swings at the moment but i'd like to think of myself as laid back, been angsting a lot lately though, thought I'd better be a normal teen *chuckles*. Hair Style: shoulder length hair, with this annoying flick I really can't get rid of. Favorite Music Type: Rock, Hard Rock, classic rock, country, classical, pop, dance, jazz, blues, folk...it's all good Favorite musical Band/Artist: Bon Jovi, Evanescence, Metallica, Britney, three doors down, Michael Jackson, Linkin Park, RHCP etc Hobbies: Some poetry, piano, school, tv, OB...what a life ^_~

Ligan the Human Swordsman Age: 25 Weapon: Heavy Rapier Magic: Can create light in the form of a glowing orb, small explosions. Description: 5,8 and of medium build with long dark hair and grey eyes. He wears a long black coat, heavy black boots a white shirt and dark brown pants.

Name: Gabriel Crane Age: 26 Weapon Name: Corvus Weapon Type: Rapier Birthplace: Chelsea, England Height: 5,9 Weight: 160lbs Birthdate: February 10 Blood Type: AB Discipline: Court Fencing Bio: Outcast from his family by his own will, Gabriel, a born of high blood travels the world in search of his destiny. Hearing tales of the sword named Soul Edge the light of adventure shone in his eyes. Feeling the need to seek such a blade pulse in his veins Gabriel follows the call of the blade. Appearance:long dark hair, shoulder length, goatee beard with moustache and grey eyes. He ears a white vest emblazoned with the crest of his family, a long grey duster, brown leather pants and black leather boots. He wears a thick silver ring on his right hand middle finger with a sapphire embedded into it, he also has a silver thumb ring on his left hand. ------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: when is this set if you don't mind me asking? The year specifically?

I know who the stooges are but that was hardly violence and was actually done in a comical way. Jackass etc is more realistic...I don't find most of it funny, you want funny go watch dirty sanchez. I suppose if someone is dumb enough to try it then they deserve to get hurt.

Name: Gabriel Crane Age: 23 Colony: Wind Rank: Member Allegiance: Good Weapon(s): None Magic: Gabriel is able to communicate with others through the wind from great distances and can manipulate it into solid objects such as platforms and clubs Appearance: [img]http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/loth/d/e/devonc/effightflight.jpg.html[/img] Personality:Calm with a mild but smooth charisma, not overly loud but has a sarcastic sense of humour Bio:He lives for the air and for the fun of being free in the sky.

Well, isn't he only paying to see one movie anyway? If he movie hop's he's missing out on the movie he paid to see while also missing the part of the movie he's hopped to that was showing while he was watchin the movie he paid for in the first place. This is unless the movies all started at different times and he's catching the beginning of each movie he's hopping to.

Cramlington...a small town just outside Newcastle upon Tyne in the North of England ^_~.

Quest yawned and rubbed his hand through his long dark hair, scratching the back of his neck absently as he padded along the empty corridor. Yawning again slightly he wandered on his way to the kitchen, his stomach rumbling menacingly in protest to it's emptyness. Reaching out for the door handle he was halted suddenly as a piercing siren cut through the air of the base and a bright red light flashed it's warning. Sighing in irritation Quest turned on his heel and headed back to his room, he could already hear the thudding of familiar footsteps as they raced to the detected area. Shrugging on his coat and grasping his pistol and staff he hurried from his room out in the direction of the alarm. A door opened beside him as he passed and Quest turned to see Omega running out, his hand clasped around the new recruit's arm. Chuckling slightly Quest patted Omega on the shoulder as he ran with them. "Nice to see you're showing the newbie the ropes O'."

I don't know why people complain about how a pop star is manufactured or not. Sure if the artist wants to break out and do something different let them but just disliking them on the principle of being fake is a bit harsh. Not meaning to sound cliché but it's all about the music. I like loads of stuff that's been 'manufactured', I really liked most of the stuff from Pink's 'Can't Take me Home' album, especially 'Most Girls'. It was just to get her foot in the door, and know she's known she can do what she wants to do, whether people appreciate that or not. Many artists change their style to change with the times, most famously Madonna who's like a little pop chameleon, like Kylie. The rock chick persona just appeals to Pink, like it does to many people who want to break out of a given mould. Really it's the only way they know how. It's just a matter of taste really.

Can anyone actually remember what the movie was about? I can really only remember the boy on the black horse. It was ages ago when I last saw it, maybe I'll go and download some episodes. Anyway, what was the white fluffy one called, Rainbow Brite's friend. Was it twinkle or something cos really my brain is like a seive.

Name(character name): Quest Age: 26 Gender: Male History(at least 5 lines): A nice guy really but you wouldn't want to cross him. Quest started life as the son of a wealthy banker and lived a pretty good life up until the age of about 6. An only child, Quest, then named Stephen, was adored by his parents and in return loved them just as much. There came a fateful night however, after going to meet his father at work, he and his parents were heading towards a much adored restaurant to celebrate their son's 6th birthday. It should have been a joyous occasion, however this was not to be the case. Stopping at a red light, the window on the drivers side of the car was suddenly and forcefully smashed in, his father grabbed by the collar and dragged to the ground. Stephen's mother followed suit but not before she had managed to help her son flee into the saftey of a nearby alley. Watching petrified, Stephen crouched at the wall, tears staining his face. He watched his parents brutily robbed and murdered right there in the street and noone made a move to help. From that day on he vowed to purge those who preyed on the innocent in the night, this was his quest. He became, Batman!. Nah just kidding. Acually he was raised by his less prosperous uncle, joining a theives group in his teens and eventually joined the Night Slayers. Attributes(hair color, eye color, looks, clothes, etc.):Dressed neatly in brown leather pants and black boots, a loose black shirt with a white vest worn underneith and a long black coat. (seems the black coat is something of a uniform here hmm). His long dark brown hair is tied at the back and no presence of stubble marres his neatly shaven face. The only ornaments that adorn him are a silver cross around his neck, two silver rings, one on his left hand and one on his right, and a silver thumb right on his left hand. Weapons(not concrete but gimme a few examples): Bo staff, pistol that contains silver bullets, boot knife. Job(at the agency): espionage and infiltration. Oh yeah, and theft. Extras: He owns a kawasaki ninja zx-6 in black

I someties say stupid things, but that's because I don't think about what I'm saying before I say it. I'm a bit of a pleb like that really.

Ah the 80s, the time that style forgot. Well I was always a power ballad fan, Heart, Bonnie Tyler, Mr Mister and all that. I do like Debbie Gibson, Culture Club and the early Madonna stuff. Always classics really, not too sure about the make-up though ^_~.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Queen Asuka [/i] [B][color=hotpink][size=1]You have all of your dolls still? Including Tickled Pink and Moonglow? Oh, I'm so jealous! >.

OOC: Hi I'm back after so long...is this rp still going on or has it died?

OOC: Okay, I'm posting from a friends computer so I still don't know when I'll be able to get back online, it should be by saturday if all goes well but we all know that it doesn't ^_~. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jerith Gazed up at his sire, sensing the preternatural blood coursing through his veins. The hunger that now resided within him was making itself known, a searing pain more maddening than any hunger known by human sense. Barely half an hour old already the hunger was more than he could bare or control. His breathing came in a heavy pant as he gazed at the young man that sat before him. His newly immortal eyes observed the blood pumping beneath the human flesh. Minute beads of sweat glistened on the boy's skin as he looked on nervously. His breathing came as a deafening wave upon Jerith's ears the stench on his fear washing over him with it's delicious aroma. Jerith stepped forward unconciously his lust focused upon the boy, his mind oblivious to all else. -------------------------------------------- OOC: now if I have this right you have to roll to see if I frenzy right?

As the immortal blood surged through Jerith's veins he could feel his own grip on life slipping away from him as if the will to hold on just suddenly evapourated like bead sweat upon a raging furnace. His eyes widened as he sought to quench his thirst further upon the divine liquid he had just partaken of. Staring into the eyes of his host, now sire Marcus he reached out with a weakened hand to touch the marble white skin that raced his cheek. "What..." his voice was weak and light like that of a soul embracing it's final destiny "What's happening to me?" Collapsing to his knees Jerith pressed Marcus' hand to his face as he closed his eyes and let the immortal power rage through his body. His veins exploded with blazing pain, pure pleasure enveloping his nerves in a ecstatic caress as his mind sought to see through the blood red haze that closed in upon it. Wrenching upon his sires wrist he attempted to extract from it more of the prized blood, his movements wide and lusting. "Please, I need more!" --------------------------------------- OOC: Okay like I said I won't be posting for a few days due to lack of internet so please, bare with me.

Oh yeah I play MTG with my friends all the time. Though I don't usually spend an inordinate amount of money on it, it's just a small hobby I pick up now and then. I recently aquired a few decent magic cards, you can never go wrong when you have a few extinguish instants in you deck ^_~. Anyone have a favourite colour they enjoy playing with or are you all masters that only own artifacts cards? I'm more of a plains person myself, all that holy healing magic and such.