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I'm not even going to acknowledge this by insulting it, that's how crap of an idea it is..... This is complete spam in the first place.

I meant Neil......... he uses Drake all the time so I got confused o_o;;; --------------------------------------------------------- [I]Craig looked on as the guards slowly made their way through the room, ripping apart every crate, searching the room thoroughly, trying to locate someone. Craig: [SIZE=1]Dammit, I can't just wait here until everyone gets captured, I have to do something...[/SIZE] Craig slid backwards through the vent, and dropped down a shaft. He crawled now through a vent that was level with the ground. The vent door at this level was already unscrewed. Craig silently drew his M9, as he crawled out of the vent shaft. ~Several Minutes Later~ The three guards that had set off to look for Craig had returned. Andrew had just roused from his tranquiliser, and stood up to address them. (NB: This coversation is translated from Russian to English) Andrew: Well?? Guard1: Nothing sir, we found nothing...... Andrew: WHAT?! Guard2: We checked every crate sir, there was nothing..... Andrew suddenly turned to the third guard, who had hardly moved since he had come through the hatch. Andrew: What have you to say for yourself? Guard3: ...................... There was nothing sir. We checked the tiolet, and the animal containment unit...... Andrew's eyes thinned on Guard 3 for a moment..... there was something strange about him, though Revolver couldn't quite place what it was. Then he went back to his angry glare. Andrew: What about the secondary ommunications room? Guard1: There's no access to that room from the cargo hold... Andrew: There is through the vents....... Guard 1 and Guard 2's eyes became shocked at this...... but Guard 3 was unaroused. The first two guards stodd edgily, waiting for orders. Andrew: You *pointing at Guard 1* CHECK IT!!! The first guard ran off with his tail between his legs, off to the Cargo Hold once again. The other two guards stood too attention, waiting for Andrew's orders.[/I]

Ugh, comments like that start arguements. Heero Yui is far from God, and this will either start an arguements of loads of comments like "I agree". Also, you didn't even spell God properly...... so please tone up your grammer. Infact, I see no reason why I should keep this open, there are a lot of threads of this nature that come up every other day....... plus it seems to be wandering back and forth off the desired topic........ *Closed*

I never said you were a snob Andrew, I just said you were laughing like one........... you know, like when some rich guy tells a joke which no-one thinks is funny but everyone does that laugh just to be polite...... that one. It's like that scenario.

[I]Andrew locked the door, and was know in the small room that connected the cargo hold and the small passenger area vis a ladder. He turned around slowly, and saw an M9 taring him in the face. Connected to that gun, was Craig. Andrew: Raptor??? Craig: Hands up!! NOW! Andrew casually raised his hands above his head. Craig tightened his grip on the gun, moving it slightly closer to his head. Andrew; So nice to see you again raptor.... how have you been? Craig: The guns, toss 'em. One at a time, back of the room. Andrew reached down to his holster with his left hand, while keeping his right hand up above his head. He drew out one of his two revolvers, the guns he and his father were famous for. He slowly kneeled down, and slid his gun to the side of the room. Craig: Now the other one....... slowly!!! Andrew raised his left hand, before reaching behind his back with his right hand. He produced his other revolver, and slid it to the other side of the room to the other one. He stood back up, his hands above his head. Andrew: How did I know you'd be on here somehow....... Craig: Well I could smell you a mile away! Andrew: Hah.... Craig: What's going on here Revolver? SPEAK!!! Andrew: You really think I'm gonna tell you? I'd rather die first... Craig: I can see to that if you'd like. Andrew: I doubt it........ not with that gun. I've never seen tranquiliser darts kill a man before..... Suddenly, Craig noticed Andrew's eyes flicker to the side. Craig glanced sidewards, and noticed an alarm button there. When he looked back, Andrew's revolver was staring him right in the eyes. Andrew: Back where we were 1 year ago Raptor....... Craig: Lets dance......... Craig immediately ducked down as Andrew fired a shot right through the wall. Freezing air and sleet poured in as the pressure levelled out. Craig punched Andrew in the stomach, winding him and making him drop his gun. Before Craig knew had figured out what to do next Andrew already had his other Revolver. But when Andrew turned back, a tranquiliser dart was in his foot, and he saw Craig slipping out of the room. Andrew: Dammit......... Andrew scaled the ladder and into the small area where the deligates were discussing matters. Andrew flicked the dart out of his foot. He approached the onboard KGB armed disposal unit. Andrew: There's a man on this ship in a nanomachine suit..... he's not far. FIND HIM! The guards ran off instantly to the hatch that lead to the cargo hold. Andrew sat down in his chair and put his head back. Business man: Now is no time to relax Shalashaska! Andrew: I ain't got much choice..... *points to dart* Thanks to that, I'll be out for the next hour or so....... With that, Andrew's eyes became very heavy, and he fell to sleep. ~Meanwhile~ Craig ran alone the cargo hold to the back. There was a small vent up in the back of the hold near the ceiling. Craig started unscrewing the screws in the corner, when the armed responce unit came through at the other end of the room. They couldn't actually see Craig, because there were several rows of boxes that in a way, sectioned off the cargo hold. In this way, Craig was 5 sections along from where they were. Guard: Use caution............ but make sure he does not escape! Craig got the last screw undone, and climbed up into the vent, feet first, sliding in silently and taking the scews with him, he made the vent screen stand up by itself. He looked out, he could only see the flaslights on the standard AK-47u's of the responce unit. Guard: Search every crate! He must be found........ Craig: [SIZE=1]Damn, there are other FOXHOUND members in those crates........[/SIZE] Drake sat silently in his crate, when suddenly his Codec bleeped with a frequency he didn't recognise. ~Engage message~ Drake: Hello...... who is this? Craig: That's not important now. Drake: Yes it is........ who the hell is this? Craig: Listen, you don't have time...... there's an armed responce unit making it's way through the cargo hold, they're checking every crate. Get the hell outta there. Contact some of the others, and inform them, but got out of there first. ~Message ended~ And so Craig watched intently, hoping that everyone would get out in time.[/I]

Ugh..... it's no good being enthusiastic about RPGing if you can't spell or string two sentences together. Now your just copying what Neil said O_o'''. And Neil is 100% right. Most of the RPGers around here must have slept through one hell of a lot of English lessons..... because they haven't got a clue about creative writing.

[I]Salalia: So..... you think your good enough to get us into Zion? Raiden stopped dead for a second. Then he slowly looked to his side at Sil. Raiden: I'm...... I'm sorry? Salalia: That's right, Syth wants to go into Zion after we get the scrap metal. Raiden: What the hell........... that place is so heavily guarded by sentry's....... this ship isn't fast enough. Salalia: Well Syth has great faith that you can get us through. Raiden: Oh great......[SIZE=1]I'll be right back[/SIZE] Raiden walked out of the cockpit, and went down the ladder, into the computer room. He proceeded about the circumfrence of the room, and down a passage way. He took the left door, into Warlock's room. There he saw Syth sitting down and chatting to Rico. Raiden: Syth.......... can I.... talk to you over here for a second. Syth: Ugh........ sure....... Syth got up slowly, and left the room. Raiden led him into the computer room. Raiden leant on one of the seat's they have when they go into the matrix. Raiden: Sil just told me we're going to Zion...... Syth: Yeah....... so? Raiden: Eheh......... have you forgotten how hard it is too get in there? There are sentries all over the place... Syth: So? Your one of the best pilot's I know........ you can get in easy. Raiden: *puffs* Well okay........... I wish I had your faith in me. Raiden turned again and headed up the ladder towards the cockpit. He sat down in his chair........ and stared blankly at the radar. Raiden: Maybe now I'll need that psychiatrist evaluation.... Salalia: Heh....... why are you staring at the radar like that? Raiden: Trying to plan a route into Zion. Salalia: Plan??? Raiden: You cannot simply stroll into Zion. There are sentries in packs by the dozen. I have to find a way to get in with as little attention as possible. [/I]

[I]Craig signed up for the tournament. The saiyan generals that surrounded the sign up table were laughing at what they considered to be petty competition. They threw abuse at Craig, as they did everyone, but Craig said only one thing. Craig: You prick's talk a lot, lets see how you back it up. With that, Craig took to the air. He noticed Andrew amongst the elite's, laughing like a snob. Craig looked down at him like a piece of crap on his shoe, he has always beared a grudge against Andrew for what he did to Craig when they were very small, and Craig was gonna get him back at the tournament. Craig: [SIZE=1]Enjoy your time here Andrew............ because I will end you....[/SIZE] Andrew seemed to sense that Craig was indirectly addressing him. He looked up, and Craig sniggered before flying away. Andrew: Peasent......... Elite: Yes, these Level 2 scum think they own the place.... Craig took off, flying relatively slowly. He scanned the scenery, looking for something, though he couldn't place what. Suddenly he noticed a canyon away in the distance. Craig: Perfect......... With that, Craig flew slowly off to the canyon he had just spotted. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ugh, about the thing with Andrew........ I'll discuss what happened between us when we were younguns with him and get back to you.[/I]

Name: Raiden Age: 23 Description: Brown hair, hazel eyes, 6'6" Rank: Captain Wing #: 9 Home Planet: The Jade Moon R2 or R5 Name: R2-X5 Bio: I'll do it later, very busy now

[I]The door to Warlock's room slid open, and Raiden stood in the doorway. He coughed twice, because he was quite ill, then looked up at Syth. Raiden: How is he? Flash: Broken shoulder......... but he'll be okay. Raiden: What's the plan boss? Syth: Just sit tight for now until I figure out a way to get that scrap metal...... Raiden: Right you are skip. You want me to take her down? Syth: Yeah, land Zephyr around by the scrap heap somewhere, but keep out of sight. Raiden: Okay, but I dunno where to land, this is some bare *** terrain..... I'll just get her in an area of high static interference, and ready the EMP. Syth: Yeah, good plan. Get to it..... Raiden: Sure thing skip. Raiden turned and darted down the corridor. He entered the cockpit, where Salalia was busy doodling on a pad. Craig jumped in his seat, and turned the ship's flood lights out. He turned on the tuner, and instantly a a high pitched static screech belted along the cockpit. Salalia: GAH!!! Turn it off!!! Raiden: Looks like we got out static interference........ didn't even have to look for it. Lets see....... ground stability...... 98%. That's good. Ground angle........... 30*...... not too bad. Lets get her down. Slowly the engines cut out, and the gas tankers blasted ful power to let the Zephyr down gently. It stuck to the ground like an insect on a wall, and Raiden cut all exterior lights, and lowered the guards on all windows. Then he amped up the radar. Raiden: And now we wait........ Salalia: Wonderful......[/I]

[I]Name: Craig Age: 18 Race: Saiya=jin Appearance: He has Brown spiked hair like SSJ2 Teen Gohan (think when he went mad at the WMAT when Videl got hurt). He has hazel eyes. He has armour like Bardock when he was killed, and fingerless gloves. Level(Elite, Second Class, Third Class): Second class *shrugs* Power Level: 13,500[/I]

[I]Okay, just one small detail Noodles. No FOXHOUND members are informed of Craig's presence at all. He is being kept in the dark for a reason which shall be discovered later. And James, your more than welcome to join. You know that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Craig sat motionlessely in his crate, when suddenly he hears a bleeping sound in his ear. ~Engage message~ Colonel: Well done Raptor. You got on, and not a single other agent, of any organisation has seen you as far as I know. Craig: That's spiffy colonel, but how about now you tell me what the hell is going on. Colonel: Come again? Craig: Well, apparently I'm the only Foxhound member that wasn't issued with stealth camo. Also, there are numerous other organisations on this plane. I'd say only about half of them are Russian military. Colonel: Raptor you must remember that your one of very few foxhound members with actual field experience. The rest of them are VR training dummies. Craig: That's a pretty crappy excuse colonel. It doesn't matter though, I wasn't planning on using it much even if I did have it. I prefer using skill than taking the cheap way out. Colonel: Yes well, is your radar active? Craig: No, this new model is working for some reason.... Colonel: Ah, that's because your required to log into a 'node' whenever you get into a new area. They are standard Russian military computers, and should be all over the place, that's why we designed the radar's for this. Go stretch your legs and find the 'node'. It should be around there somewhere. If your hunch is correct, then security should be quite light. But for God sakes don't let anyone see you. You are to be kept strictly out of sight. That is your upmost priority. ~Message ended~ Craig took a deep breath, then slowly edged under the warhead, trying his best to keep silent. He then leant forward, and slid the top of his crate slowly to the side. He gently peaked his head out. No-one was in sight. He swiftly but silently leapt out of his crate, then keeling by it's side, watching his surroundings, he slid the crate shut again. Keeping low, Craig proceeded Northwards along the plane, and pressed up against a long stack of boxes, extending nearly to the roof, and almost the width of the plane. Craig slowly manouvered to the end of the row of boxes, where the gap was, in which someone could easily walk through. Craig peered around the corner. There was a single guard in this room. He was using the phone connecting directly to the cockpit. To Craig's surprise, he wasn't speaking in Common Russian. Craig: [SIZE=1]What the hell.......... that's Bulgarian.....[/SIZE] Craig spotted the node in the North East corner of the room. The guards position was on the West of the room, but more towards the top end of the room. Fortunately, Craig spoke some Bulgarian. (This is what Craig could understand, in the common toungue, everything with a gap between it is something that Craig couldn't understand:) Guard: All on schedule... ... is fine... ... is not.. because we are too heavy. The warheads were heavier than we thought it seems... ... Rayhaden... ... over and out. Craig: [SIZE=1]Rayhaden??? Does he mean the Metal Gear they stole??[/SIZE] The guard then procceded down to the South West end of the room. The gap Craig was peering around was in the South East corner of the room. Craig ducked back behind the crates as the guard procceded past him, now walking up towards the node. Craig slowly drew his M9, and swerved around the corner, shoting a dart into the guards neck as he did so. The guard fell down immediately, knocked out by the powerful tranquiliser. Craig jolted forward, and knelt down by the guards limp body. Craig took the dogtags from around his neck, and stored it in a small compartment on his leg. Then he dragged his body amist the boxes so the guard's body wouldn't be seen if another guard came by. Craig then ran upto the node, and logged in. Suddenly the radar on his wrist activated. He could see everything and everyone's presence in the room. He was the only one in the room, which luckily meant that no-one with stealth camo had seen him. Craig did notice that several people were hidden in boxes like he had done. Craig made his way back to the usual position in his crate, and he contacted the colonel. ~Engage message~ Craig: Colonel....... what about the other's radars? Colonel: They are all activated as youra is...... Craig: Yes, but won't they detect my presence on them? Colonel: No, we designed them not to detect your DNA. Your safe. Craig: What about people from other organisations........ Colonel: Unfortunately we couldn't do anything about those, but I think your good anough to keep out of their site. Craig: Okay colonel......... ~Message ended~[/I]

And if you do technically decide to pick up a Rocket Launcher 5 minutes into the game, I'll kick you out of my RPG for being so cheap!!! *notices the word "Admin" above James' name* *sighs* nevermind..........

I think the Virgo II Mobile Dolls......... I just like 'em for some reason. Gelgoog wasn't that bad I suppose........

Night fell upon JFK airport. The cool crisp air bit through steel and flesh. The civilians in the airpost, employees and customers alike, were unaware of the items of destruction that lay in a Russian Carrier Jet, on docking bay 6. It was a clear night, the stars attacked the Earth like a blinding cluster in the eternity that lay above. The Russian's... supposedly KGB alone, went about their business or re-fuelling the plane, and stocking it with huge packages. They wouldn't let any of the Airport's maintenence crew or Foremen near the plane. Whatever was in there, they didn't want anyone to get their hands on, at any costs. They had guys in Russian marine unform, with assigned rifles, guarding every entrance. From the roof of the departure lounge, a man stood in a JFK maintenece regulation poncho. He stood at the edge of the roof, with his scope pressed against his eyes, looking out towards the plane. This man was a member of Foxhound. He knew that atleast five other foxhound members were also there, positioned at several points around the plane. The man lowered his scope, his long white hair blowing in the breeze. Suddenly there was a slight ring in his ear. Someone was trying to conact him by codec. It's frequency was 140.85. Craig pressed his fingers to his ear, and knelt down. ~Engage Message~ Colonel: Raptor, do you read? Craig: Loud and clear....... Colonel: It's show time Craig. There are a hell of a lot of people trying to get on this plane right now. Make sure your not spotted. Craig: What about the others? Colonel: Don't worry about them....... if they don't get on, then that's just bad luck. Right now, it's every man for himself. We have to get atleast one of you on this plane. Craig: Okay then....... ~Message Ended~ Craig waited for a few seconds. Then he threw the poncho from over his head, and leaped over the side of the departure lounge. Luckily, the departure lounge was fairly short, and Craig landed silently, only hurting his ankle slightly. Craig pressed up against a stack of boxes nearby, and peeked around the corner. There were several crates, most of whice were all dislodged slightly. Smoothly and slowly, Craig pulled his M9 out from the holster on his left leg. He leht it up parralel to his head with both hands, and slowly crept forward. Craig peered around the corner. There were two guards nearby. One was patrolling the boxes, one was standing gurad firmly, infront of the biggest box. This crate was about 4 times the size of the guy guarding it in length, but it was only about 5 feet high. The rest of the boxes were much smaller, about 6-6.5 feet in length. Craig ran forward silently, still crouching, and took sover behind ahuge gas cannister. The patrolling guard soon passed him by. Craig knew this was his chance. The six men who were carrying all the crates to the plane, were just starting their journey back to the cargo. Craig creeped forward, and knelt down behind a crate, peering over it slightly. Luckily, the guard who was patrolling had temporarily stopped to talk to the sentry guarding the largest crate. Craig silently slid the cover of the crate over, and inside was a warhead. Craig put his M9 back in it's holster. Craig: *Thinking* Crap........ this is getting serious. Craig, still keeping low, slipped inside the crate, and slid the cover back to the place it was, give or take an inch. He pulled himself underneath the warhead, which was suspended in the air by a huge alloy stand. He slid to the other side of the crate, where a large woolen sheet lay. Craig pulled this over him, and contacted the Colonel. ~Engage Message~ Craig:*Whispering* Colonel, I'm hidden inside a crate with a huge warhead. Colonel: A warhead? They're planning something big. Craig: I'll say. There are maybe ten more of these, and a large one which has an extra sentry guarding it. Colonel: Hmm....... this is most peculiar. Craig: What are my orders? Colonel: Find out what's in that lerger crate, and make it safely to that planes destination. I'll give you your knew objectives there, depending on if this is the right one or not. Craig: What do you mean the right one? Colonel: I'll explain later. Keep quiet now, and make sure your not spotted. No-one else, not even other Foxhound members, knows of your presence. ~Message ended~ Craig took a deep breath, then rested his head back, and waited.

Ah, about time. I think we have a nice selection of members here..... it's about time we got this party started. The sign up is still open though, incase anyone else decides to join.

See the part where I said "1 pistol or knife at the start" Where exactly do you see katana in the sentence? And you can't make yourself out to be all powerful. You can't intimidate everyone you see, and I'm sorry to tell you, but a gun is a bit more effective than a sword anyway. This is what would happen if you met say..... Solid Snake: Dark Cobra unsheaths his katana slightly. Solid Snake draws his Socom, and shoots Dark Cobra in the head. Dark Cobra dies.

[I]Craig was sitting in a chair, leaning on his left elbow, with his left hand pressed up against his cheek. On the table before him was his assigned minigun. Craig was motionless, he just stared at the minigun. On the side just above the trigger, was a silver plate. There was a woman's silhoette in an interesting pose engraved in it, and in elegant writing below was the name "Heather". Seifer approahed Craig, and looked at him puzzlingly. Drake stood next to Seifer. Seifer: What's he upto? Drake: Oh, he's just studying his weapon........ give him an hour. Seifer: Whats to study? There's nothing wrong with it..... Drake: Yeah, it great........ but Craig's finding a way to make it perfect. Seifer: Huh??? Drake: You'll see................ you'll see[/I]

[I]It is 7 Years after Shadow Moses. When Metal Gear Rex was compromised, it's parts were sold over the Black Market, so nearly every milotary organisation and large cult had it's own version of Metal Gear. 2 Years later, the American Marines designed a fully Amphibious, highly updated version, which they called Metal Gear Ray. Metal Gear Ray was stolen by the Russian KGB commando's while it was on transport on a Tanker through Manhattan. The tanker was blown, resulting in the death's of many U.S marine's. No organisation in the world, besides the KGB, knows where Metal Gear Ray is. Rumour has gotten out however, that they have greatly modified Ray, but no-one knows to what extent. 2 hours ago, a Russian military jet landed in JFK airport, rumoured to be carrying huge Fighter pilot parts, and military suplies. FOXHOUND, and several other groups, concluded that these parts were going to be used on Metal Gear Ray, though they do not know for sure. However, they must take their chance, and hopefully stop the Russian's before they use Ray to some nuclear extent. Ray is the only Metal Gear model that doesn't require Naval assistance to fire it's warheads. The Pentagon allowed clearence for such groups as FOXHOUND and "Philanthropy" to inquire about the plane, and consult with the Russian's about the contents, but no more than that. Of course, that's not what everyone else had in mind. They want to stop Metal Gear Ray now, before things get serious. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Post your profile like this please: Name: (your full name) Codename: (what you are called on missions) Age: Organisation: (Foxhound, Philanthropy, or your own. Be creative, but don't take it too far. You can also be KGB if you want to be a bad guy. ) Weapon: (1 weapon, pistol or knife at the start please) Items: (Standard items are Codec, and a scope. Each organisation will also have it's own specific stealth suit.) Bio: Appearence: Profile: ----------------------------------------------------- Name: Craig Hayter Codename: Raptor Age: 24 Organisation: FOXHOUND Weapons: M9 Barreta with tranquiliser rounds and surpressor Items: Newest FOXHOUND nanomachine suit; codec; and a scope Bio: One of few mambers of FOXHOUND with real field experience. He has also undergone extensive VR training, after being recruited by FOXHOUND after only 3 weeks of Marine training. He has near pin point accuracy, and can handle most weapons. Unfortunately, like all FOXHOUND members, he doesn't know how do disarm or enable bombs. Appearence: Looks just like Raiden from MGS2: Sons of Liberty Personality: Normally quiet, but suspects most things. He gets angry quite easily, but never draws his gun out needlessely, as he is such a keep stealth guy.[/I]

Name: Raiden Age: 24 Blood: O Awaken Date: 04.03.2176 Position: Pilot; SCH-071 "Zephyr" Processing.........Done. ...Input Further Details (OK/Cancel)? ...OK. Primary Weapon: USP; Semi and full auto Secondary Weapon: Katana Inventory: 2x Health Pack; 1x Stealth Nanomachine suit; 1x Thermal Goggles; 1x Lockpick; 2x Fingerless Gloves; 1x Laser Cut Keys; 1x Weapon Holster; 1x Pocket Laptop with Hacking cable

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by MajinVegeta [/i] [B]OK Seph, I changed it like you said, and craig, who asked for your comment? What's that? No-one, exactly......so shut up. I did forget to put it in my bio and I'll go and change that too. [/B][/QUOTE] Who asked for you too clogg up the boards with your useless lies? You can't even admit that you made a mistake. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Craig: Sometimes I wish my father would just stay out of my business.................. The rest of the group look on at Craig with shock. Craig: But this definately isn't one of those times........ Moe: That guy........... is your father? Craig: Yeah....... so? Moe: Well......... he seems to know my parents......... who the hell is he? Craig: Ugh..... well if you mean his name......... it's Vincent Valentine. Moe: Ahh......... now I see. He travelled with my parents fighting that guy that I keep calling myself..............

Craig looked up at the scorched sky, the cloud's distorted by the heavy rain. His lifeless expression, that Drake knew so well, came across his face as he stared blanky up at the sky. Drake knew Craig was calculating something. He was one of few that understood Craig's insanity as genious. Drake: What's wrong Craig? Craig continues to stare blanky at the sky, the heavy rain beating down on his face, soaking into his skin. He took a long blink, then looked at Drake calmly. Craig: N-nothing.............. it's..... it's fine. Drake: Don't lie to me dude, I know you too well. Craig: I don't want to tell you infront of all these people. Craig rubbed his hands over his face, a sign of fatigue. Craig didn't really like too much communication, he would get pissed off very easily. He looks to the right as he moved his hand away, and saw someone very familiar. There stood his old cell mate, Seifer. Drake: How did you manage to get on this death trip? You should still have 25 years left. Craig: My attourney pleaded a case of insanity......... I've been in a maximum security asylum ever since. Drake: Well, your insanity just seems to make you more intelligent....... your IQ is like 50 points higher than everyone else's here......... save myself. Suddenly the group were beckoned to enter the House..... the rest of the group were about to recieve their weapons.

Seph, he didn't forget to post that in his bio, he's just trying to cover up for his ignorance. ------------------------------------------------------------------- The gang approached the marsh, Craig took his Chocob right upto the edge. Craig: This place brings back nothing but bad memories......... Moe: You all ready? Craig: No..... but lets do it anyway....... Sabir: I hope Sil is fast enough.......... Craig: Yeah well he's your baggage....... you fall behind and your on your own! Moe: Hey, who's leading the group here!!! Craig: Sorry sir *hangs head*

I've never played that one for Dreamcast, though there were some good titles for the SNES such as Wing's Endless Duel.

[I]It's definately worth getting, but not at that price. As Seph said, you can get it for way cheaper. [/I]