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*Jeremy awoke in his hotel room the next morning, feeling grogy and tired. The alarm clock on his bed side counter was flashing 12:29. He had slept over thirteen hours.* Jeremy - Awww s***. *Jeremy sat up slowly, shaking the cobwebs out of his head. He slowly made his way to the small bathroom, his eyes to glazed over to see much. After turning on the fosset, he threw some water in his face, looking up at himself in the mirror.* Jeremy - Damn. I am a mess. *Jeremy made his way to the shower, the first he had had in over a week. After cleaning himself up for nearly half an hour, he threw on his last set of fresh clothes, a pair of baggy khaki work pants, an old white tanktop, and a fur-lined jacket, and and sat down at the foot of his bed.* Jeremy - Alright. I'm in Chicago. Now what? *He looked around the room and realized it didn't have a computer.* Jeremy - Damnit. I figured these hotels had computers in there rooms. They cost sure cost enough. *Jeremy stood up and scratched his head.* Jeremy - Well, guess Im gonna have to go pick one up. *Jeremy made his way down to the lobby. His old clothes and shaggy hair garnered him a great deal of attention amounst the sea of power-suits and work-dresses. He made his way to the front desk and rang the bell.* Clerk - Yes, can I help you. Jeremy - Yeah, I'm looking for a place to get a computer, or atleast get online. Clerk - Well, there is an Internet Cafe down a few blocks and to the left, or we rent out laptops to guests at the hotel. Jeremy - How much does that cost. Clerk - $100 dollars a day, with a $200 down payment. Jeremy - Uh, I think I'll just go to the cafe. Whats it called again? Clerk - Cafe.net Jeremy - Huh, real original. Clerk - Indeed sir. *Jeremy made his way out of the hotel lobby and walked towards the cafe. As he left, an ominous figure dressed in black made his way into the lobby. Jeremy sensed something wierd about the man, but shrugged it off, continueing to Cafe.net. As he entered the Cafe.net, the aroma of coffe beans and smoke filled his lungs. The aroma was strong enough to knock him off his feet. He had never before experianced such an overflow of senses. After taking a moment to setle himself he sat down at one of the computers, logging onto his screen name of Walker619* Jeremy - Now, lets see if we can't figure out why the hell I'm here.

*Jeremy sat at in his small home in the once peaceful Leadville Colorado. But the recent vampire attacks had brough unwanted media and government attention to Leadville. While it was good for most businesses, Jeremy hadn't had any clients for over two weeks. No one wanted to hike the mountains around Leadville after his last group was slaughtered. Besides, the event had left Jeremey feeling changed. He felt as if his life had purpose now, and had been searching endlessly for a way to fullfil that purpose. He had come across Hunter-net, where he found a mysterious thread adress specifically to him. The thread asked him to Chicago, to the Grandview Motel. Tradition and fear had kept him from going for nearly 5 days. But today, after looking at the thread for the 918th time, something snapped.* Jeremy - Thats it. I cant take it anymore. I going to Chicago! *Jeremy grabed a few changes of clothes, his hunting knife, and a shotgun, and through them all in the back of his pickup truck. He only left a leter on his door to his family and friends, saying a simple good-bye, and leaving his possetions to them.* Jeremy - Man, what am I doing, I must be crazy. *Jeremy began the long and lonely drive from Leadville to Colorado, making stops for gas, food, sleep, and a munitions depot. When Jeremy arrived he dropped his car off at the valet, signed in with a few odd looks from the staff, and passed out from exaustion.* OOC - Sorry, I know the writings allittle weak, but Im tired and preoccupied by the 1st new esipode of Chapelle Show.

*Gelron would not lose another member of his party. He would not let Tanis fall while he still stood.* Gelron - Begone you fowl creatures! *Using his telekinetic force spell, Gelron lifted the small group of orcs inbetween him and Tanis, throughing them to the wayside. This left Tanis open to defend himself. However, Tanis was still exausted, and Gelron knew this. He quickly cast a small healing spell, restoring Tanis' vigor and energy.* Tanis - Thank you my friend Gelron - You are welcome. But dont make me do that again, I havent't the energy or the time to. Now, stay with the group, we must cover our own backs to keep from being flanked!

I am a huge snowboarder. There are very few things that I would rather do. I live in Wash DC, so there arent to many slopes around me. But me and a few friends will often go some small slopes and ride the parks, since the snow is usually just fancy chopped ice. I dont mean to sound conceeded or anything, but after riding the big bowls out in Utah and Colorado in foot thick powder, it just doesn't seem very fun. So I stick with trying to perfect my tricks and helping friends learn how to board on the bunnies and junk (already taught 4 people from snowboarding infancy to big mountain riding in Utah) Before I ramble on to much more, I just want to proclaim that I LOVE SNOWBOARDING. Thank you.

The DVD is amazing, and very similar to their actual tour. Thats right, I was at the very first show of the Meteora World Tour and it was phenominal. The set design was basically the same, though much darker because it was in the Patriot Center instead of outside. There set lasted about an hour and a half, and included some amazing suprises, including a few Reanimation versions of a few songs. The show ended with an awesome version of One Step Closer, at which time Sunny, the lead singer of POD, came out and sang with them. I would also recomend that anyone who liked the DVD and is going to see them in concert join the LP Underground and Street Crew so you can meet them in person. They are really nice and genuine people, and when me and my friend went to meet them with nothing to sign, they took down our names and adresses, promising us both free autographed t-shirts. Awesome Stuff.

*The remaining 5 made it to the top of the tower, not having looked back since Denthril's sacrifice. As they looked out at the orc army, they noticed it had stopped and turned.* Niphredil - I, I dont understand. What is going on there? Gelron - The so called traitor seems to have made a hasty return with the Stygia army. Tanis - Ha! Well I must admitt I was wrong about the boy. Rikan - Yes, but the amry of men is still outnumbered. We must go and help them. Niphredil - Yes, though I don't know how much we can help. We are only 5 against thousands. Gelron - Yes, but there is only one of them that truely matters. Salubia, the orc general. Without him, they are lost, and will scatter back to the mountains and caves from which they came. Niphredil - Well when you say it like that, it doesn't seem so bad. But what about Denthril? Gelron - If he is still alive, he will have surely been taken to Salubia. But we must hurry while the Orcs are still recovering from Stygia's flank. Alcarin - Finally, a battle worthy of my blades. *The warriors made their way towards the enemy, leaving the safety of the tower they had tried so hard to reach. As they approached the army, the Orc forces which had been distracted by the Stygian Army turned to face the 5. The front line was meet by a barrage of arrows from Rikan, Niphredil, and Tanis. Those not fell by the arrows where faced with a wall of fire conjured by Gelron, insinerating a number of orcs. But even as they fell, more took their place.* Rikan - This is madness. There seems to be no end to them. Gelron - Keep hope my friend, for we only need to make our way past a few, not all. Straight forward to Salubia and VICTORY!

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*Duncan and Tara ran through the winding paths of wrecked amusement park equipment and rides.* Duncan - This is very peculiar. Tara - What is it? Duncan - Well, usually we are sent after beings based on movies and TV shows and what not. But those last three guys seemed to be normal people. Tara - So? Duncan - So, I fear that we are either facing some sort of enemy with mind control, or a cheesy comic book movie super villan. Tara - Lets just hope its the later. *As they ran, a gunshots could be heard nearby, followed by a blinding flash of light.* Duncan - S***, looks like G-Shocks and the twins are in trouble. Tara - Well whoopidy doo. Duncan - *sigh* Come on. *The two ran in the direction of the flash. As the approached to sight, a sickiningly maniacal laugh could be heard ringing through the amusement park.* Duncan - I dont like the sound of this. Tara - Why, its just laughter. Duncan - But is sounds a heck of a lot like............*gasp* [SIZE=1]oh no[/SIZE] *As they rounded a corner into an opening, Duncan and Tara were both shocked by what they saw. Gerald lay bleeding on the ground, holding his stomach, while the twins cowered, holding their eyes in pain, blinded by the earlier flash. Above them stood the villan played by the brilliant Jack Nicholas in the first Batman movie....THE JOKER!* Joker - Hey kids, wanna play? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

*The orc army was massive, but miles away. Gerlon knew there was time to prepare some type of strategy. But what. As he pondered, Gelron noticed Danuke beginning to creap away from the base of a tall tree.* Gelron - Hold young master Danuke. Why do you run from the first sight of danger. Danuke - What? Do you truely beleive that we, a mere group of SEVEN can stand against the might of an entire ARMY! I am sorry, but I will not through my life away meaninglessly for some foreign land full of foreign people. Gelron - And what do you think Shrinkin will do once he is done in Stygia hmmm? His evil will spread across this world untill there is no where left to run and no where left to hide. Danuke - Ahhhhh, but hiding is what I am best at that. *With that, Danuke ran into the forest, making himself virtually invisible, even to elven eyes.* Rikan - Treacherous Swine! How could be betray us like this. Denthril - We sould go after him. Gelron - No. There is no time. Even for an elf, there is little chance you would ever find him. Besides, I do not think this will be the last time we encounter Danuke on this quest. Niphredil - That is all fine and good, but we have more pressing matters on our hands. *Niphredil raises her hands towards the imposing army.* Tanis - We must find high ground of some sort. Master Wizard, you seem to know this land the best. Is there any type of outpost or mesa on which we can stage our defense. Gelron - Yes, there is an old watch tower a few miles to the East. But we must hurry, the orcs approach with alarming speed. *With that, the remaining six hastened after Gelron towards the tower, hoping the orcs would not catch them first.*

How I am the first to sign up I do not know. This looks awesome. Name: Jeremy Walker Hunter-Net Name: Walker619 Age: 32 Hair: Long shaggy and brown Eyes: Blue Height: 6'4" Weight: 214 Creed: Defender Weapons: Always carries a Desert Eagle.50 and Comabt Knife just in case. However, when on the hunt, has an asortment of heavy artillery and melee weapons, including a broadsword, automatic shotgun, and for those big jobs, a minigun (funny that its called a minigun, but is huge) Edges: Cleave, Ward, Discern, Glare, Retribution Appearance: A mountain man from Colorado, he has a large build, a thick beard, and shaggy brown hair. He often wears a white t-shirt or beater under a large coat and working jeans. He also has a rugged old pair of work boots. When he is hunting, he removes the jacket, unless it real cold, and puts on a kevlar vest over his shirt. Biography: A simple man from small Leadville, Colorado, he worked as a guide through some of the tallest peaks in the Rockies, living in a small house from day to day. Life was simple, but he liked it that way. Imbuing: While on an expedition, Jeremy discovered that an old abandoned mine-shaft had been unearthed. Knowing the dangers of entering such a place, he told his group to wait outside while he checked it out, hopeing to protect them from harm. Unfortunatly, all he did was place them in harms way. He was imbued with the powers of the Defender while in the cave, and another person in the hiking group was given the powers of the Visionary. Upon recieving his powers, the visionary realized that one of the couples in the group was a vampire, and upon declaring it to the group, the vampires revealed themselves and slaughtered the group. They than made there way back to Leadville were there rampage continued, killing nearly 40 people in the small town before Jeremy was able to follow them back and use his new talent of Cleave to drive his fist through their hearts, thus killing them and stopping there rampage. Blaming himself for the disaster, Jeremy has taken up the hunt to defend the innocent from the demons in the shadows.

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*The Seven walked with purpose, but no direction. Thou they knew what they had to do, they didn't know how, or were to do it. Gelron remembered the teachings of the Istari. Though he himself was not one of those chosen to help guide the world of Middle Earth, he had both the training and wisdom to do so if needed. Now was his time to prove his purpose, and give these new heros direction.* Gelron - First, my dear Alcarin, we must find a means of transportation. Danuke - You mean like horses? Gelron - Exactly. Rikan - Then why don't we just ask the king for some. He already gave us these fine weapons, why not spare a few horses aswell? Gelron - No, if he could have given them to us, he would have. The horses we require must be faster and stronger than any in even the king's stables. Danuke - And were will we find horses like that? Gelron - I have lived in this land a long time, treating the wounded and the sick. And in that time I have been told wonderous stories of a heard of mares in the vast rolling feilds to the East. Rikan - Splended. So we march for miles to a seemingly endless stretch of plains to look for a herd of wild horses which you have heard [I]stories[/I] about. And even if we find them, we must tame them. Than ride them back across the plains. It will be easier and faster to simply walk. Alcarin - I hate to say it Gelron, but I agree with Rikan. *One by one, eash of the other party members displayed there lack of faith in Gelron's plan.* Gelron - I never said they were wild. And I know more than mere stories about them. They have been bread and tamed by an old hermit who lives on the plains named Aeodon. He is an old friend of mine, and owes me a favor. Once we get the horses, travelling from army to army will take hours rather than days. Denthril - Can these horses truely be that swift. Gelron - Swifter than you would have ever thought possible. Now come, the journey will take us two days on foot with a brisk pace. *With that, Gelron began towards the gates of town, not waiting for the other to think about it. As he approached the town gate, he looked back to see if they had followed his lead. He hoped he knew what he was leading them into.*

Well, my first "official" date was simply a dinner and a movie back in the seventh or eighth grade, can't remember which. Man, I was such a dork back than. I took her out to dinner at the mall, probobly something fancy like Panda Express. Mere McDonalds just wouldnt cut it. Than we went to the 3 screen piece o' crap theater in the mall, tucked behind the nail saloon and what used to be the arcade (shut down for some MAJOR drug dealing happening inside). Anyways, I put my arm around the girl, but was so freaking nervous, I didn't do anything from there. Eventually, see turned to me and made the first move, but I was so worked up I damn near missed her lips all together. Probobly the slopiest kiss I had ever given. Man it was terrible. Ah well, Its nice to say that somethings time past and things change, cause if I still acted like that, I would be losing a girl every damn date. Obviously, back than I had the excuse of being like 13, but seriously, at my age, If I were to act like that, Id be laughed out of the movies. Man that was bad. But funny bad. And was made better when I best friend missed his first kiss COMPLETELY, KISSING THE GIRL ON THE EYE. Now that was a post worthy first date.

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Duncan - A team name? It better not be some lame crap like the "Giant Slayers", or "Demon Butcherors". Gerald - Fo sho sucka. *high five* Tara - Oh geez. Lets go before these two start doing cheers and playing grab a**. *Duncan and Gerald shoot Tara that look. You know the look I'm talking about. That "damn, whats up ur a**" look.* *Outside, the team loaded in an army issue huvee, there main means of transportation around the California area. After two hours of hard driving and little talk, the team arrived at the remains of a Californian boardwalk amusement park. The park had been devistated, with splinkered wood and bent gurders stroon around.* Gerald - Damn man, what happened here. Trish - I donno, but I hope that noone got hurt by all this. *Duncan let out a small sorrowful sigh in response, spotting the body of a dead child under a pile of debry only a few meters away.* Duncan - Well, Its up to us to make sure that noone else is hurt by this *******. Tara - Than might I suggest we split up? Heather - Yeah, we can cover allot more ground that way. Duncan - *taking charge* Alright, so Gerald, you go with the twins, and Tara, you come with me. *Gerald mouthed the phrase "thank you" to Duncan as the group split, obviously happy to avoid Tara.*

*Gelron made his way up behind Rikan, using his long staff to rest his tired body from the long journey.* Gelron - Does it scare you? Rikan - What? Gelron - The thought that this may be the last day of peace and rest you ever see. Rikan - What are you talking about? Gelron - This adventure will be long a perilous. Tell me, what is it that a mercinary such as yourself would hope to find on this quest? Rikan - What is it to you old man? Gelron - Oh, just call it a wizard's curiousity. Rikan - Same reason I take all my jobs, money, power, fame. Gelron - Ahhhhhh. But those are the goals of man. You are of the nobel elf. There must be more to this quest for you. Rikan - You know nothing of what you speak. *Rikan swift walked away, Gelron's words obviously having touched a nerve. Gelron simply smiled up at the sky.* Gelron - Yes, there is more in store for you than simply gold my dear boy. Much more.

*Skeve wandered the halls of his great tye-dye tower in Istonegard.* Skeve - Man this place is big *Skeve walked by the kitchen* Skeve - Awwwwwwww man Im hungry. *Skeve bulter, Jeeves, than came along.* Jeeves - Shall I make u something suuuuuuuuuur. Skeve - Huh, whaaa, uhhhhhh, ya dude. You got any munchys and junk. Jeeves - Ofcourse suuuuuuur. Skeve - Sweet dude. Hey, bringem to my room. Im gonna go chill. Jeeves - Ofocurse suuuuuuuuuur. Remember, Gandump is coming over to be tortured later. Skeve - Na man. Thats not cool. But its cool if he comes over and junk.

Name: Duncan McDugal Age: 45 Gender: Male Ability: Normal human Nationality: American Occupation: Engineer Weapon: A large aray of firearms, with a preferance to the "American" style of shoting, firing as many rounds as possible, and hoping something connects. Appearance: A man who knows how to look good, he is often found in his signiture white suit with black shirt and red tie. His long blonde hair is slicked back, accentuating his sharp blue eyes. He has a tall and strong build as a result of his work ethics established in the military. Location: Washington DC Bio: The worlds foremost leader in military engineering, Duncan has made a fortune designing planes, tanks, and firearms for the American army. Duncan was born in raised in the subburbs around Washinton DC in an upper middle class family. He had a natural talent for both artistic design and the maths and sciences. These talents led him to the field of engineering, and the United States Navel Academy in Annapolis Maryland, only a few hours from his home town. While at the naval academy, Duncan showed an exeptional work ethic for both his engineering studies and military training. He learned to design, build, and operate all types of military technology. When he graduated, his acceptional engineering skills led him to Lockheed Martin, the leading supplier of arms to the US military. He worked with them for nearly a decade and a half, gaining experiance and connections. However, craving more than simply a lab job designing routine weapons for mass use, Duncan left Lockheed and started his own company, Militech Industries, using connections gained from his own work to fund the company's founding. With a clean slate and a fresh start, Duncan began designing some of the most ingenious and revolutionary weapons known to man, including the worlds first completely automated hover-tank. However, these weapons where not for mass production, as he fealth their destructive power might be to great for some the common man to control. Instead, Duncan created simply for the thrill to create, knowing that someday, his weapons might be put to good use. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In other words, hes todays Nemo without the huge beard or fancy swordplay.

*Duncan lay in his short twin bed in the small room provided to him by the "Ghostrider" Hunter team in there small Californian headquarters. Suddenly the door swung open as a pair of twin girls marched in, followed by an African American man with long dreadlocks, and finally by Tara. The two girls where identicale in form, but not color scheme. One had white hair, though she was obviosly only in her early 20s, and wore mostly white clothing. Her name was Heather Connoly, aka Tempest, who held power over the weather. Her twin had brown hair, and wore earthy colored clothes. She was Trish Connoly, aka Rictor, and held power over the earth, able to cause minor tremors and control their effect. The man was Gerald Gibbins, aka G-Shock (sorry, I couldnt resist) whose power was to radiate intense, nearly blinding amounts of light from his body. And ofcourse u all know Tara, the little loner girl. Trish and Heather were both from California before discovering their powers and joining the Ghostrider squad. Gerald had grown up with Duncan, and they both discovered there powers the same time.* Gerald - Hey, Duncan. Get your *** outa bed and lets get going. Duncan *struggling against the fattigue* - Wha...WHat? Go where? Gerald - Man, did you not hear the anouncement. We gotta meet the general in the breifing room for our next asignment. Now get ur lazy good for nothing *** outta bed and get dressed. We gotta be there in 2 minutes. Duncan *rubbing the sleep outta his eyes* - ahhhhhh ****. You guys go ahead. I'll meet up with ya. Heather - Alright. Just dont take the shortcut phasing through our room again. Duncan - I swear, that was the last time. *The others began to leave his room as Trish wispered to Heather "thats what he said the last time." Duncan struggled to through on his pants and boots as quick as possible. He grabbed his shirt and jacket and a swig of mouthwash as he raced out the door after the others.* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well, it has begun. If anyone else joins, I can always find a way for one of these other characters to "disappear." He he he.

Oh spelling. My old arch enemy. Man, I failed just about every spelling test I ever took. Thank god for spell check or I would have been screwed for english.

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I think that I may have one of the worst with the name [b]WAAH[/b], like the crying sound. However, interestly enough, its not because I cry that I got it. I got it for a particular sound I made. With my butt. In the form of a fart. That sounded like a fog horn. Now at the time, me and my friends liked to repeat sounds that we had heard and thought were funny. We could laugh for hours over the sound one friends nautomatic car door made when it closed. So having a fog-horn style fart was a gold mine for us. We would go around repeating the sound for weeks. Eventually, one of my friends, who wasn't even at the initial incident, began to call me it. Even after great protest, the name stuck, just because people found it so fun to say. Now, the initial meaning is all but lost, and I remain simply WAAH.

Name: Skeve Who you're making fun of: Sarumon Species: Stoner Description: long shaggy hair and beard, old cord pants, bob marly tee shirt, and a hemp hoodie Bio: This old stoner dude who thinks he can do magic when hes stoned. Cause he can. He doesnt know how, he just does dude. Chill

Name: Gelron Age: 213 Race: Magician Gender: Male Location: Stygia Order: Ex-master magician for the Wizard's order Weapons: Magicians Staff and broadsword Abilities: Master swordsman and magician Advantages: A great amount of knowledge gained with the order. Magic: Healing, limited telekinetic force, control over fire Bio: One of the personal apprentecise to Salron, Gelron left the order after learning of Salron's involvement with the restoration of Saurumon. Fearing that other wizards may be involved in the same plot, he dared not jepordise his well being by telling anyone else. He left the order in secret and moved to the relatively small town of Portsmouth in Stygia. Thou he lived by himself on the outskirts of town, he quickly became the town's healer, using magic he had learned in the order to help the people of Portsmouth. When the land of Stygia came under attack, Gelron dusted off his old broad sword and staff at set out to defend the realm from intrusion. Appearance: Thou he is over 200 years old, Gelron looks middle aged, with long, matted brown hair and a thick beard, both of which are slitly greyed. He is 6'7" and had a strong build under a thick grey robe.

Name: Duncan Clarke Age: 23 Gender: Male Hunter Name: Phase Ability: Can alter the density on his body, giving him super human strength when at maximum density, and allowing him to phase through solid objects when at a minimum density. Personality: An ourgoing and funny individual. However, he sometimes doesn't know when enough is enough, and will sometimes go overboard on certain subjects. Appearance: 6'2", Shaggy brown hair and a woodsman like beard. He has a strong, working build, though not fully riped. As a mountain man, he often wears fur, khaki, jean, and flannel outdoor oriented clothing. BIO: A mountain man from Colorado who grew up in a small town with two things, a coal mine and a ski/snowboard resort. He discovered his special ability when he phased right through a tree when snowboarding in the backcountry. He quickly developed his ability to the points of intangability and super human strength, being able to apply a force of 10 tons, using them to work in the local mine and support his family. Secret Crush: Hey, three girls. He'll have one. Favored Weapon: 12 gauge shot-gun that makes me the 5th right? besides viper i guess. if u start, ill do my own thing till more start i guess.