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It definitely would. I unfortunately haven't seen Takuuya in months. Excel's computer crashed, but she just got a new one. She hasn't been on for lack of time. So I'll ***** smack her into gear for this.

OMG! I can't agree more with the flying levels of the gta games. I can't fly worth a damn in ANYTHING!

Welcome back to otakuboards, Drizzt!

It may not be anime, but my fave villian has to be Harley Quinn. I mean come on, she's the delightful beach bunny dominatrix. [IMG]http://i943.photobucket.com/albums/ad271/Metallion61/Statues/harleyq1.jpg[/IMG]

Name: Kenzie Whish Age: Unknown, currently estimated to be 25 Job: Although he has been diagnosed with retrograde amneisia, he has found that he's very good with weapons. A little too good.Mechanics are also another aspect of his forgotten past that he seems to have a knack with. He excels at both, though his knowledge of automobiles seems to be limited to domestic vehicles, as in the kinds salvaged from the lost cities of the surface world. Lately, he's been using his talents to help those in the bunker, despite being treated like an outsider. Appearance: Kenzie looks like a healthy, rather sleekly muscled young man.His bright auburn hair is kept cropped short, showing off a glittering red gemstone earring, and his kindly hazel eyes always seem to be hiding a pain far more than even he knows about. Usually seen around the bunker in nothing but sweatpants and a camoflage sleeveless vest and black shirt with a pair of black leather boots, and in far better condition than most others. Scars criss cross along his body, and on his arms the jagged lines of pink skin stand out against his palor. Personality: Happy go lucky, flamboyant, and pleasantly insane. He has his moments where he withdraws from the excitement and monotonous routines of the bunker . Many times, people will spot him by himself, wiping away tears or 'something in his eyes.' However, when confronted, and with the threat of violence, this all changes; making people think his blood runs just a little bit colder. Weapons: He keeps a multitude of weapons in a brown burlap duffel bag, along with enough ammunition to start a war. In this bag, he holds several riffles, daggers, pistols, shuriken, a semi-automatic machine gun, and, of all things, swords. Because of the sheer weight of this bag, he is extraordinarily strong though his muscle tone belies this. Writting snippet: "Hey! Kenzie! Get your ass over here and help us!" Kenzie looked up, and shook himself of his reverie as he stood. "Coming!" Plastering a smile on his face he went over to help with the daunting task of repairing one of the generators of electrical power. The massive machinery had some heavy parts, and the bunker mechanics tasked with repairing it were hoisting some parts to the very top. Seizing the rope being used, Kenzie gave a mighty heave along with the fifteen other men and women. Behind him, he heard a familiar voice call out to him. "Making yourself useful, Kenzie?" Turning his head, He noticed his friend Maicer, with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. Maicer had been the one who discovered Kenzie lying just outside the Bunker in which he now called home. With no memories and no signs of radiation poisoning, he'd been taken in, though he was still met with the occasional look of contempt, even after a year of living amongst these people. Then again, wasn't it only natural to be suspicious after human history had repeated itself? The waltz was of course had done nothing but its course. "What's up? I'm kind of busy..." He grunted, sweat now appearing on his brow from his exertion. Maicer laughed, and shook his head. "Your memory come back yet?" "Nothing!" "How would you like to go exploring? Somebody from the last team came back... It's been a year now, remember?" Kenzie nodded curtly. The part was almost in place. After another thirty seconds, so it was. Taking a moment from his pulling, he walked over to Maicer. "I realized," he breathed. "It was then that you people discovered me when you opened the door to let them out. "With no recollections of who you are, might I add." Maicer looked over Kenzie's visible scars. "Those scars raised lot of eyebrows. But, because of how thin you were, and with your amnesia were allowed to stay. The chance to go back out there has presented itself. Have you heard?" Yes. It's been quite the subject of gossip lately. I've already been asked if I'm going. I plan to. Maybe..." Kenzie trailed off, thinking. "Maybe I can find out who I am." Kenzie closed his eyes, remembering coming to in a hospital bed,wearing nothing but a thin cloth gown. There had been many different peices of equipment hooked up to him, pumping him full of fluids. A doctor had come in, and then things had been a blur. Kenzie's things had been brought into the room, his burlap bag filled with weapons. and the tattered remnants of some kind of suit, of which he still wore the vest. What those things had been to him, he didn't know, or even why he had had so many weapons in the first place. He'd then been placed under surveillance, and then allowed to stay. He displayed many handy talents, including repairing the vehicle he'd been found near. Now, it was to be used in helping this new exploration group get that much farther out to this 'purifier' before it ran out of fuel. The small amount of fuel it posessed before the vehicle had been found had been added to, and now it was ready to go. "We can hope." Maicer replied."Are you scared? It's perfectly fine if you are." "No. I'm excited. I know... There's danger. A lot of it. I can't wait to help my comrades better protect them." "Good to know." Maicer snorted. "Well, when you're done here, come to my bed. I have something for you." Kenzie nodded, standing up to go back to work. His mind was racing, he wasn't sure what do do other than work right now.

I'll play as Slovenski Eien. Though, I'll probably just go by a nickname... like Lo.

Another lovely lesson: "The good ones are always taken� can also refer to chairs. Be very suspicious of vacant ones.

Sailor Moon. Them, i watched adult swim and saw the ending song to Outlaw Star. Now, I'm addicted to anime and can't stop drawing.

I'm gay, and I found this video horribly offensive. I curse and swear alot as well, but this... this was WRONG! Yes, we want equality, yes we want the same rights, but this just puts us back to square one. this is completely the wrong way to spread the message. Here is an excellent site dedicated to just that; the right way. http://www.bidstrup.com/marriage.htm

Welcome aboard! We start this tomorrow.

Ah yes... i have a few more to add to the list Corpse Princess: Dead girls have more fun Armitage III: Robo-mommy kicks lots of ass Outlaw Star: Space pirates are assholes. Seriously. Angelic Layer: Technology makes dolls awesomely mobile Ghost In The Shell: Angelic Layer is the precursor.

final fantasy is the simple and fun classic for me

Very good. Welcome aboard, sailor! *Annika rejoices* Name: Um... I already told you. Age: If you have to know, I'm eighteen. Appearence: [IMG]http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y138/Max_Eaglestone/Guilty%20Gear/ggmaygif.gif[/IMG] Weapons: Didn't you see that anchor? Yeah, I weild that. As well as a really big revolver I keep tucked in my panties. Occupation: Rebel I kick the asses of those who get in my way, and apologize afterward if they were good guys. What, want to know my measurements, too? History: I'm a military science project. There. Happy?

This is meant to be a seriously fucked up rp, with wild tangents leading to nowhere and yet, also to awesomness. it's how you want to make your character.

I'm surprised there's no Weasel Stomping Day XD But.. my birthday is in March. However, thanks to Alice in Wonderland, Every day in my Unbirthday! So, in turn, Every day is Celebrate Inuyasha Fandom Day!

[color="#FF0000"]**WARNING!WARNINGWARNING******* MATURE CONTENT**WARNING!** [b]Welcome one and all to..... [size="7"]The (Mis)Adventures of the Insane![/size] Brought to you by: You! And in Part by: Inuyasha Fandom![/color] They say the road to hell is paved with dirty condoms. I agree. They also say Micheal Jackson died.... choking on a weiner. *busts out into some disco moves* I'm Annika Renescht. I suppose you could say I was born to just be... better. The perfect weapon, and in human form. To live by the way of the map... Treasure hunting! Of all the jobs, I have a dream come true. And I find what I'm looking for. No problems. There's just one problem. There's LOTS of problems. Where to begin? Well, the Lady Ayur asked for some help.... I accepted..... and then was told what I had to look for. Winds up... I was asked to find a cat. By an eight year old. An eight year old with ALOT of money. Dollar signs! And so off I went, skipping off into the forest, singing la di da. Or so I thought I would be to find the princess' kitty. Turns out.... She wanted a much, much, MUCH bigger kitty. Someone she called Fluffers. A tiger, of all things. And not just a tiger. A WERE-tiger. WERE! By the Goddess Marine! I'm a sea-faring treasure hunter, you little brat! Not a pet finder! But... The money was good..... so....... Off I went, trudging into the forest.... Er.. town. I'm gonna need some help. Oh yeah. Guess what the name of our ship is? Bad Luck. No, seriously. But take my word for it, it is THE luckiest ship around.. So, care to join me in an adventure?.[/b] Okay... this is how it's going to go. Wanna play Pirate? Like Pirates of the Carribean pirates? MAGIC USERS ARE WELCOME! However, only three allowed, and those roles will be on a first come, first serve basis. However, we also need the brute force. The mercenaries, the law, or the rebels. Anyway you play it, you might be the bookish type, or you might be the person who's punching people in the face before the night at the bar is over. Still others might play the part of beauty queens who know how to get the job done or theives with a righteous intent. Sounds like we might be a bit of a motley crew, doesn't it? Weapons are up to you, though make then fit into the time. History is also up to you. Here's the sign-up sheet: Name: Age: Appearence: Occupation: Are you melee or spellcaster? A singer or a basher? Be creative when making your occupation, and be descriptive about some of the things you are expected to do because of it. History: Just a background for your character. Be sure to involve his or her personality here and there in it. And that's it. Details galore PLEASE! You will be meeting up in a bar, where you get this completely true story... Somehow, this story is just... too wild to be fantasy. And too crazy. And a bad idea. But.... for some reason... you walked right on into it...

A flutter of the wind..... A passing shadow.... A silver glinting blade sliced through the air, releasing from its target a spray of dark red. From the shadows stepped a woman, her crimson painted lips curved into a vicious smile. At her ankle hung a short sickle on a long chain, held within her hands. Blood dripped from it, spattering the cold concrete as the man she had attacked slumped to the floor, his eyes wide with the realization he was dead. She was quite beautiful, her features remarkable in that she appeared to be descended from asian nobility. She walked foreward, leaning over the man. Blood gurgled in his throat, prohibiting him from uttering a sound. He stared up at her, taking in her appearence. She wore simply a deep red thigh length kimono, with the silver tracings of plants and black flowers on her right sleeve. The hems and trims as well as her obi were all black in color, and her sleeves hung down to her knees. Her eyes bore a ferocious lust for violence, matching quite well with the red hue. Her black hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, making her seem to be more of a goddess of death than anything else. As she stepped closer, the man could hear the clack of high heeled leather boots on the pavement. She knelt down, brushing his hair out of his face. It was almost a romantic guesture, and she whispered into his ear. "This is what you get for whoring yourself to the bad guys." Standing, she walked off into the night, laughing. The man could only watch as the cruelest of the cruel simply walked away. He smiled, wishing he could only have seen far earlier what his master had seen in her before. There was love to be had, when the love was for a monster. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Rolina! Rolina, where are you?" A woman walked across the pavement of a busy, crowded street, searching for her charge. "Mistress Dalmasca wishes to visit with you again!" Her charge was that of a young girl, only ten years old. Rolina had been an orphan for years, and had always been teased by the other children. She was alone in an alleyway, sobbing, "I'm sorry, Madam Clency." "Come come dear, it's only a bump on the head. Jose will be just fine." "I didn't mean to... He made me so angry." Rolina looked up at the headmistress of the orphanage. The woman only nodded. "Yes, I know. Come, The lady is waiting!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Twelve years later... Rolina had grown up to be a beautilful woman, and had already died. To exist beyong time was now her fate. Able to neither live nor die, she had martyred herself for love. Long, black satin gloves adorned her hands and arms, and her gown was a black as the satin enveloping the night sky. No stars shown tonight on the cool sea air. The railing of the ship she leaned on was covered over with rust, mirroring the rest of the appearence of the dated luxury liner. It was older than she,and it was still nice to know that some things were still older than she was. This particular vessel had quite the history, and it ended with its disappearence in the Atlantic. The Esmerelda Dance, once a luxury liner turned battle cruiser in the last Galtean War. She had been reverted some time ago, and now she passed once more for the dated luxury liner she had been. Her wooden decks were fades, the wooden planks now warped with the effects of the raging sea. It didn't help matters much with the seventy years she had spent on the seas without manitenence, doomed to be a ghost ship for her remaining time afloat. But, she was a ghost ship with a purpose, and for now that Purpose was to get Rolina to what remained of what was once the United States. Chicago beckoned to her, it had shown in her visions. OOC: Okay, it's short to introduce the appearence and how vicious this character is. I expect longer posts from everyone else.

This RP officially starts tomorrow. I've been swamped with class, so my apologies. I'll be using a mystery character, So I'm not posting a signup myself.

It was fun while it lasted, and I did enjoy this game a great deal. I'll be watching this thread with a lot of interest, rest assured. Thanks for letting me play ^^

[quote name='Sandy' date='13 August 2010 - 04:06 PM' timestamp='1281733601' post='699357'] Phew, that took a long time to write! Hope you enjoy the little ghost stories inside the ghost story. ;D And now it looks like it's the younger caucasian men who are getting axed. Soon we'll have only young women and the two black guys in play. ;P [/quote] you know.... that sounds SO dirty..... Maybe I'm just deprived lol

Welcome one and all to another exciting instalment of WTF WERE YOU THINKING? featuring the little lessons we all learn the hard way (not to mention in the most embarasing way possible ) On the otherhand, may we post such lessons here for all to wonder and laugh about... and feel sympathy when we've done the same thing. Life Lesson #1: While using glow-in-the-dark condoms, it is unwise to tell your boyfriend "may the force be with you". It ruins the night

I bet we'll see alot of characters... And yes. Rinoa is the shizz.

I can agree with what you say. Though, we also don't know exactly what kind of story he's trying to make. The fights are still awesome though ^^

[quote name='CaNz' date='13 August 2010 - 02:27 PM' timestamp='1281727657' post='699350'] not X-2 Yuna. [/quote] In the vid I thought she did. But, to each their own. And Tentacle, you have to watch all five.

[quote name='CaNz' date='13 August 2010 - 02:02 PM' timestamp='1281726175' post='699348'] so are all the death cards going to be played before the new cards are dealt? [/quote] From my understanding, yes.