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[quote name='Takuuya' date='17 December 2010 - 09:43 PM' timestamp='1292643815' post='702896'] ugh! where's our bios D: [/quote] the old band sign up thread lol

you really have memorized this haven't you? lol

my dream car? Is this: [IMG]http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g17/mostwantedcamaro/hearse.jpg[/IMG] or maybe this? [IMG]http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l303/SophandaMayhem/sweet_hearse.jpg[/IMG] how about this? [IMG]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l136/gsmcyclenut/hearse1.jpg[/IMG] Yes, I am slightly morbid. But hey, these are awesome!

Ah.... the sheer awesomness lol When wrapping gifts, remember that your cat loves ribbon and will use her claws when she pounces. Don't bleed on the gifts. (For the primping beauty queen) Curling your hair naked seems like a brilliant idea. However, it loses all appeal when you are running your burned nipple under cold water. Diet coke will not settle an upset stomach when feeling like you're going to puke. It will, however, make for fizzy vomit. Never leave the bathroom window open in the middle of winter. As your tongue can stick to a cold metal poll, your butt can stick to a cold porcelain seat Cookies a few minutes out of the oven are warm and delicious. Cookies directly out of the oven are still 375 degrees. If you sleep in the nude and you wake up hearing your boyfriend talking, never assume he's talking to the dog. The cable guy might enjoy the show when you walk out of your bedroom, but you still wont get any free channels.

[quote name='ExcelExcel' date='16 December 2010 - 07:15 PM' timestamp='1292548548' post='702837'] Dude. That PT Cruiser of yours is awesome! besides, that little thing shouldn't have been out in that kind of brutal weather in the first place. Edit: My Ford f-150 can whoop your PT. [/quote] My PT Cruiser cannot be whooped. That thing you call a truck has been modified for off-road, which is so unfair because you have the advantage there. And yes, the luxuries of my cruiser are nice. besides it's not a spart car, nor is it a van. the title says it's considered a 'sport van' which really makes no sense to me. [quote name='Knuckles' Girl' date='16 December 2010 - 08:58 PM' timestamp='1292554706' post='702842'] [font="Comic Sans MS"][color="#000080"]Wait, Excel you mean to tell me he had a PT cruiser in WINTER weather? As in snow and ice and well...snow and ice? WTF? Those things are just a can of crushed green beans waiting to happen. Which is why I love my jeep. She might be falling apart but she's a tank. Case in point, my husband got into an accident, a tanker truck backed up into him pushing him off the road and than backed into the car behind him. Our jeep=not a scratch. The poor bastard behind him=front bumper torn off. xD [/color][/font] [/quote] my car is designed to be pretty and awesome. not a battering ram lol it's awesome your jeep survived an accident, and it's a tank. but, my pt is prettier lol Of course, the same accident would probably have totalled by 2004 beauty. but on a serious note, i wasn't out in that crap last sunday because i wanted to be. I had to get from the indiana border to Champaign, Illinois. Normally, it's a two and ha half to three hour drive. it turned into six, and got really bad when night fell. Excel lives in Peoria, so she didn't have to venture the interstate and country roads to get home.

I'm definitely in, though I have to reread it too. I don't know who was the last to post, but if it wasn't Excel, then I say she should. It was her idea to bring this back.

The explosion ripped through the air, though when the smoke cleared the bear was still standing, albeit a bit more singed. Kenzie cocked his gun, leveling it at the bear. "Rose! Elle! You two alright?" "We're fine." Rose stated, and grabbed Elle to drag him out of the way of the bear. Kenzie began to unleash a barrage of bullets, the hot metal screaming into its target. The bear roared, and turned, each of Kenzie's bullets making it's mark. Wide eyed, Kenzie gasped. "Why won't it die?" The bear charged at Kenzie now, and he had to roll backwards to get out of the way of the monster. But, now he had a bigger problem. Now he was separated from his bag of goodies. "Damn.... Now what?" The bear was coming at him again, apparently the damage done to it wasn't even beginning to take its toll. Thick, syrupy reddish green blood oozed from its many wounds, making the bear all the more gruesome to behold. "JUST DIE ALREADY!" Kenzie popped another clip of ammo into the gun, unleashing a hail of hell. "Eat lead!" He ran full force at the bear, and at the last moment he ducked down to skid underneath it across the dirt. The bear turned, and charged at him again, unaware that there were others converging on it. Grasping his bag, he ran for it, and dodged behind the vehicle. He raised up, and began firing with his gun, until the tale tell [i]click![/i] of an empty clip. "Damn!" Ducking down, he opened his bag and withdrew another gun, this time a shotgun. Hurridly, he loaded two shells, and raised up to blast the bear. He cocked the gun, and a loud, thundering BANG! echoed through the vast wasteland. Suddenly, the bear was down one paw. "I'm sorry, big boy, I know you have to eat, but we have to live." Kenzie said, and cocked the gun again to fire.

500 dollars later my car is fixed!

in my history, i posted about a vehicle to be used, but i had imagined it to be a four seater. i'll leave it to you knuckles as just whether it's big enough or if we're even using it.

Kenzie blinked as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, and then... a sense of familiarity. He'd seen this before. He supressed a sardonic smile, knowing that he had to to have gotten here. It was almost hard to beleive this is where he'd been found. But, then again, if he hadn't, he'd probably be dead, and not just without his memories. But, now was not the time to be reflective of the year he'd spent in this bunkerand what he might have been before coming here. His eyes scanned the horizon, though he could see nothing of interest. He sat his burlap bag down and opened it, rumaging through it, until he found what he was serching for. Lifting out a semi-automatic machine gun, he closed his bag and hoisted it onto his shoulder. He loaded the gun, and readied it as his waist. He sighed, this was all too familar, but not knowing why had ceased to bother him. The many people coming along for the trip were interesting indeed, especially Wallace and the android. Looking them over, he closed his eyes. They didn't look like much, but there had to be something to them for them to come along. The doll perked his interest the most. She'd been wandering around the bunker for decades, it seemed, though people seemed to think she'd always been there. Her body was well manufactured to have held up against the onslaught of the weight of time. It had to have taken its toll, but she was still coming along. An android with them would make things easier to handle... until at least they went up against some of the nastier monsters out here. But, Kenzie knew -though he wasn't sure how- the real monsters were in human skins. And they packed some serious firepower. Kenzie could only hope they diden't run into anything too serious.

I'm just innocent..... innocently evil...

oh, i know, but it's still fun XD

hooray for chibi! *picks her up and hauls her off to the Theatre*

Oh yeah. I have snow. And last night, i had powder snow and 50 mph winds. I had to drive in that crap. Mother nature, SUCK MY ASS.

lately i've been playing gauntlet: seven sorrows. good god, even the AWESOME graphics aren't enough to acomidate foir the rest of this crappy game.

[quote name='Lyndy' date='13 December 2010 - 04:02 PM' timestamp='1292277738' post='702724'] I agree with you there. But at least I don't live in the Chicago area, where the weather is worse. :V [/quote] neither do I, but i had to drive at night in that ****.

So the bad weather is a nightmare.... I drove with ZERO visibility what should have been a 2 1/2 hour trip last night. It took six, not including car troubles. My tire blew, my power steering went out half way home, and the serpentine belt (whatever the hell that is) snapped. I had just a thrilling time. Illinois weather sucks major ass. Edit: Mother Nature can SUCK MY ASS.

People say that if you like Twilight, then you're probably gay. I say please don't insult us. We have better taste than that.

Excellent. We have our first two players, now let's see who else joins... But, Here I am: Name: Ezeikiel Merostcue Age: 23 at time of death. Has existed for nearly 700 years. Race: Angel Human Appearence: Zeke, as he often reffered to, can be summed up as a punk nerd. He's 5'11" and 150 lbs. He wears an over sized grey dress shirt, leaving the yop buttons undone. as well as the cuffs. He usually wears studded leather bracelets and a matching dog collar, the collar having a celtic cross dangling from it. Small red loops adorn his earlobes. On his legs are a pair of rather tight fitting black jeans, and on his feet are a pair of sneakers with purple laces. His face is almost aristocratic in it's delicacy, and his hazel eyes gaze at someone almost if his eyes can look into their soul. He wears his hair cropped short in a fade. Second Form Appearence: Zeke spreads massive black feathered wings, though he gains no other mass. His hair becomes back in color, and his pretty hazel eyes become the color of human blood. Weapons: Usually, he weilds one of two weapons. One is a scythe ablaze with purple fire called 'Mercy', the other is a magical, massive, magnum handgun imbued the energies to charge its bullets with holy power. Zeke jokingly calls it 'The Gospel" Powers: He has the ability to absorb elemental attacks flung at him and deliver them back a hundredfold. On his own, he holds a supernatural healing ability that he can use to better aide his comrades. Personality: Wild, untamable, and always there for his allies, Zeke is quite the leader, always out to protect those close to him and the innocents who are lost in this great, bloody war. History: Not much is known about Zeke's past, though there is a jagged, hatched scar running the length of his back starting just below his right shoulder blade. All that is widely known about him is that he was once human, and he was dispatched from the mortal coil at the hands of a group of demons. He disappeared from the ranks of Heaven's army about three centuries ago, and hasn't been seen since by the major players at large.

His work was done here, though he didn't feel a sense of being liberated, nor a sense of being blessed. There was more to do, as was his task here in the human realm. He and his allies were different than their bretheren, they were the ones protecting the truely innocent in this bloody war. On stepping outside, three more people greeted him, their own angelic appearences disguised as that of humans. The boy's black wings seemed to let off a dark energy, before they floated away as individual feathers. Their expressions were the same as his, they knew there were many other souls trapped like these had been, and needing to be found and released. Hoping on a motorcycle behind one of the others, they sped off. Following closely behind them were the other two angels. The boy gazed on into the sunset, the sunlight glinting upon his shades. And yet, the man before him on the motorcycle wasn't an angel at all like him, though still serving the same purpose as the boy. A demon who knew the same calling and duties. The line between heaven and hell blurred even more, ever more. --------------------------- In this tale, not every hero is pure. Not every angel is good, and not every demon is evil. Both exist on both sides of the war between these two great powers, while it seems their leaders turn blind eyes to the feuding between their charges. Demonic and divine...When the heavens act a mirror image to hell, how do you tell the difference? We are those in the middle, destroying those who make the humans suffer, whether they be angelic, demonic, or once human in origin. We are the protectors of the humans. We are angels, and we are demons, wings sullied by what must be done. Our appearences in our true forms differ as widely as where we come from, though we are united in our cause. That which goes bump in the night isn't always evil. As for our abilities, in either form we are in we have far more superior strength, agility, and speed than humans. Your muscles might be bulky enough to squash televisions, though there might be someone who looks like a twig that hurls tanks around like toys. Appearences can be deceiving. There are several major enemies, general things, and allies, for us to face or contend with as a situation calls for them. Here is a list: The Shikabane: There is meaning in an individual's death. Death is our final curtain call, our eternal peace with the world. But there are those who can't accept this and because of intense regrets and obsessions they had at the moment of death, they rise again as animated corpses with a human conciousness. But, this is extremely rare.These beings are called Shikabane. Almost always, these Shikabane begin to harbor feelings of hatred for the living, and so begin to use powers stemming from their obbsessions and the means of their death, called Curses, upon those still living, mercilessly murdering humans that cross their paths. These beings simply aren't human anymore, and take it out on the living. That is where the Shikabane Royals come into play in this deadly game of chess. They kill their own kind, in order to gain access to heaven, or peace, or something else entirely. No one is quite sure except for those whom Shikabane Royals bond with. This bond allows these particular undead to fight in human form, and to retain who they were in life. There is only a short time to forge this bond, so there must be a normal bond between the deceased and the Shikabane previously before death. If such a bond between the two becomes broken, or the bonded mortal slain, there are only two options left to a Shikabane Royal. One is to die, which is what usually happens, or they too become normal shikabane, and will normally begin to act just as shikabane typically do eventually. It is preferable to die, rather than become a true monster. Both the Shikabane and the Royals seem to be created far more often when angels or demons are near, though not nessessarily involved. This number increases dramatically the more there are in a given area. However, it is the Shikabane who are the only creatures who do not necessarily appear similar in appearence when in an alternate form. Shikabane have been known to take on other forms as well, depending on how they died. Shikabane Royals however only have one form. No matter which of the two are encountered, they all smell stale. There is only one way to kill a shikabane. You have to destroy its brain. The Angels: Heaven's mercenaries, armies, spys, assassins, and a multitude of other things. All manners of creatures comprise the forces of Heaven. Many, many lower ranked angels are little different in appearence than the same ranked demons, other than color and manner of clothing. Rumor has it these are more or less the angelic or demonic forms of various animals, and leading to this is their bestial movements and inteligence. Higher ranking angels have a human form, and are similar in appearence to their angelic forms. These angels truely have the sentiment of humans, though not all are the compassionate visions of typical theological angels. Just like humans, some have hearts consumed by evil, and perpetuate the war they have always known since the dawn of mankind against the forces of the demons. At this particular moment, the angels are more concerned with how long this bloody stalemate has lasted, and seek a way to decimate the forces of hell once and for all, for better or worse. The Demons: Theology depicts them as vile, evil creatures, all under the command of the fallen angel Lucifer, who perpetually wages war upon the heavens. In truth, Demons come in all shapes and sizes, and are ranked almost identically to the angels, the lowest being bestial in form. Higher ranked demons have human intelligence, and their hearts can be just as pure or corrupt as any creature, mortal or not. As are the Angels, so too are the Demons hellbent on destroying their eternal foes. However, not even they wish to remember just how this war started, they simply care about winning. It is rather disturbing just how much alike demons and angels act, especially in the concern of innocent bystanders, such as the humans and nearby wildlife. They often give neither pity nor quarter when it comes to battling angels, though in turn the Angels do the same. Will you join me in the hunt? Okay, here's the sign up sheet. Feel free to be as creative as you want, though I want a lot of details. Remember though, that even our second forms are humanoid, and our facial features and muscle structure don't differ that much between the two, unless you're a shikabane. All of us also have the ability to partially transform from human to our other forms. Name: Age: (if you had a mortal death, include it in with the overall age of your character. Race: (angel, demon, or Shikabane) Human Appearence:( Typically, we resemble who we once were in our mortal lives, though perhaps a more idealized version.) Second Form Appearence: Personality: (self explanitory) Weapons: (be reasonable, please?) Powers: (what kind of abilities do you have that aren't exactly normal? Do you weild the powers of water or ice? Or do you control the air? Perhaps conjuring fire is right up your alley...) History: (be creative. Were you human once? Or were you born the creature you are? What have you done in your life until now? Remember, Shikabane were always once human.) Let's get this party started

Excel is swamped with cram sessions for finals, she'll have her sign up done and up by wednesday.

[quote name='chibi-master' date='28 November 2010 - 11:10 PM' timestamp='1291007436' post='702242'] WAT. You are now required to stay at least 17 feet away from me at all times. Weirdo. [/quote] You know, I don't think that's an insult....*picks up chibi and hauls her away as fast as he can*