Yoda

Red and Andrew will now lower their stats by 3,000 each. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Craig lays peacefully in his bed. His alarm goes off, issuing a deafening siren type noise. Craig's eyes lowly open. He ouffed, looking extremely pissed. Craig: Why'd I make that thing so powerful......... Craig got up, and opened his cupboard. He drew out a sledge hammer from the cupboard, and smiled. He approached the alarm again, the hammer draped over his shoulder. He gripped it tightly with his right hand, and loosely with his left hand. He swung at his alarm, but missed, taking out half of his bed side table. The top half of the table flew across the room, all items on it were flung everywhere. Craig: ****......... **** **** ****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Craig put his mechanic jump suit type thing on. He knew someone would require his help. He found a package by his door. Craig: Hmm............. what's this? Money.......... Craig stuffed the package in his pocket, and left the room to get some breakfast.

Craig ran down to meet Blank and the newcomer. He stumbled at the last step, but failed to fall. A look of supreme horrow emerged over hie face. Blank: What's up Craig? Craig: Correct me if I'm wrong, but did you just waste two Carnotaur Ephylia? Blank: Yeah........ so??? Craig: Did you notice anything strange about them? Prince: OF COURSE WE DID, THEY'RE ****ING DINOSAURS.... IT'S NORMALLY A BIT STRANGE WHEN YOU SEE A SPECIES THAT;S BEEN DEAD FOR 60 MILLION YEARS!!! Craig: That's wonderfull...... *turns to Blank* Dude, those Carnotaur were twins............... about 2 year old twins....... Prince: Meaning??? Blank: Meaning....... *eyes widen, and lip quivers* Meaning we killed the babies........... and all baby dino's got parents. *gulp* Suddenly, a deafening roar issued throughout the building, and across the island. They all turned towards a window, where huge fottsteps were drawing closer, and getting louder.

Blanka dropped to one knee, and planted his right fist down on the ground to support himself. He breathed heavily, as he stared upwards at the Rojin's, blood dripping down his forehead, stunting his vision slightly. He raised his knee of the ground, resting now on his toes. He pushed slowly upwards with his right hand, his left hand still draped hopelessely over his left thigh. He slowly steadied himself, stumbling as he got onto his feet. Exhaustion had set in. His head swayed slightly, Blanka felt so dizzy. He closed his eyes, trying to regain focus. As he closed his eyes, it seemed to him that the area around him was spinning. Blanka stumbled backwards, feeling nautious once again. The Rojin's were in hysterics...... the strongest adversary they had ever faced, was now at their mercy........ the war was theirs as far as they knew. But then something happened which they had not counted on. Blanka spread his legs slightly, and dug his feet into the dusty ground. The ground crumpled upwards, concaving from Craig's feet. Blanka's left arm fell lifelessely at his side, but his right hand he braced. A look of focus came across Blanka's face, as well as anger. His hair waved slightly, as an aura sparked around him, then exploded with a blinding flash. Dust hurled upwards from the ground around him. His hair waved again, as it started to rise and spike upwards. The ground beneath him started shaking, as parts of the ground started tearing and ripping apart. Huge rocks, forced from their settlement below, were being slowly launched into the air. Blanka's head reared back slightly, as he issued a deafening yell. His hair suddenly stopped wavering and took form, it flashed yellow, then again, and suddenly, Blanka's aura exploded into yellow, as his hair took a perfect white / yellow colour. His eyebrows did the same. At this point, his power erupted....... The Earth beneath Blanka was being shot outwards like a pulsing Tsunami of Dust, rocks, and magma. Blanka's power was, however, seriously compromised. It was less than half of what it should be. Blanka still stood proudly, almost arrogantly. Even as he was, he was stronger than the entire saiyan army. His aura issued a frightening presence, like fire almost. His glare again issued fear into the Rojin's that opposed him. Blanka laughed, and got back into his fighting stance, with his left arm still paralysed.

Craig stood next to Blank. He looked down at the ground, and puffed. He then kicked some dust up infront of him. Craig: This is getting pretty boring........... Blank: What do you mean? Craig: This is all we've done since we were 5 years old........... is conquer planets for Frieza. Talk about tedium......... Blank: Yeah well......... it's just something we've got to put up with for now...... Suddenly, Craig's scouter flickered a yellow bleep. Craig looked at it for a moment, then pressed the button on his scouter. It flashed a blinding yelow light, and then flickered with various symbols, before finally settling. Craig slowly turned his head to the left. His scouter was directing him to something. Suddenly it blinked three times with a crossheir, and several number came up along the side of Craig's scouter. Craig: Ah, here we are.......... some of the locals are on their way. Blank looked intrigingly at Craig, then he tapped the button on his scouter, looking in the same direction Craig was. A smile broke across Blank's face. He chuckled, and then turned his scouter off in disgust. Blank: I was unaware that the front line of warriors for this planet were children........... a pack of school girls would give us a better challenge........ Craig: Hmm...... what's this. Several more.............. coming in from verious directions........ HAHAHAHAHAHA....... they're planning an ambush. Flash: Fools. Xaida: Well, atleast we might actually get to fight this time.

Name: Craig Age: 17 Race: Saiyan Weight: 220lbs Height: 6'6" Bio: Neil's brotha (hand up who ddn't see that coming, and I'll sent ya a left hook to compliment your stupidity). He was also sent to Secra 2 to conquer it for Frieza. Apperance: Brown spiked hair like TEEN SSJ2 Gohan (think when he went mad at the WMAT after Spopovich hurt Videl, only black obviously). He has hazel eyes. He has a saiyan armour suit like Vegeta's in the saiyan saga, only the spandez stuff is black and sleeveless. He has fingerless black gloves. Disposition: Basically like Vegeta during the cell saga. Power Level: 20,000

Saiyan Metriod, I will say it again just for you. DO NOT INTERFERE WITH BLANKA'S FIGHT IN ANY WAY! DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT BLANKA, STAY AT LEAST 50 MILES AWAY, DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN!!!!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------

Craig stood on the roof of the hotel, kneeling down by the edge... with his binoculars, surveying the area. Craig: Oh man........... why me......... why always me!!! A disgruntled old geezer approached Craig. Old guy: Are we going to die in this place? Craig: Probably.......... *looks at old guy's face* I mean of course not, we'll get out of here somehow.........

name: Durumir age: 23 character: Necromancer apperance: Looks like Boromir from LOTR weapons: Dragon Scimitar bio: I'll do it later money: 5000 level: 1 skills: Iron Maiden2, Summon Skeletons2, Confuse1 health: 100 mana: 100

Cruizr, I'm pretty sure I mentioned that the Dragonball's dissapeared due to Brolly killing Dende........

It's not my fault if I can't tell time............ ------------------------------------------------------------------ The giant bird creature swooped again at Craig's jet. His foul stench re4aking the air about him. He clamped his slimy, decaying beak onto Craig's left wing. Craig: Hey....... get off of there!!! Craig reached under his right arm with his left hand, and drew out a sawn off shotgun. He grabs his bag of supplies with the other hand. He opens the cockpit cover, and it slides back to a vertical position. Craig extended his left arm, the shotgun pointed right in the creatures face. Craig: ou want to eat my plane......... well EAT THIS!! Craig fired the shotgun right between the creatures eyes. It coiled backwards, eyes turned inwards, blood streaming down his face. He cocks his head back violently, taking half the wing with him. Craig: I should have seen that coming........... EJECT!!! Craig slammed his fist into the eject button that lay behind the glass. He shot into the air, then pulled a grenade from his bag. He threw it into the cockpit of the plane, and it blew up, the creature exploding with it, blood and decayed parts flying everywhere. Craig soon landed on the roof of a building, infront of some biker type dude. Craig unstrapped himself, stood up, and dusted himself off. Craig: Evening ma'am..... Andrew: You calling me a woman? Craig: Ugh....... no ;) Andrew: Riiiiiiiiigggggghhhhhhhhhttttttt.......... well can you fight. Craig: Lets just say this bag ain't full of clothes........

Andrew regained control of himself. He flew towards Craig, who stood perfectly still. Craig slowly raised his left arm. Andrew came within one foot of him, then Craig swiftly brought his arm down, firing an invisible beam that made Andrew plummet towards the ground. Craig's green aura formed around him, as he flew past Andrew, landing on the floor. Andrew sped downwards uncontrollably. Craig launched up to knee Andrew in the back. Andrew spun round at the last second and threw a punch. Craig quickly retracted his knee, and slapped Andrew's arm away, then he gripped Andrew by the neck. Andrew booted Craig square in the face. Craig backflipped, landing on his feet as he skidded a few feet backwards. He took off towards Andrew immmediately after.

Name: Craig Age: 17 Height: 6'6" Weight: 230lbs Weapons: A large combat knife, 2x DK 5's, and a sawn off, flip action shotgun. Bio: An old friend of Drake, he has known him since he was about 5 years old. He was always a lot skinnier and weedier than Drake, although a bit taller, until one day, he dissapeared. His whereabouts during this time were unonown to everyone excpet Craig, and when he returned, he was much bigger, stronger, and more focused. He was employed as a guard on the boat, but also because he knew his way around the island somehow o_O'. Appearance: Brown spiked hair like TEEN SSJ2 Gohan (think when he went mad at the WMAT after Spopovich hurt Videl). He has hazel eyes. He has a white vest, and black baggy trousers with a chain dangling from the front to the back. He has boots like Trunks's, and fingerless gloves. (tis what I will always look like from now on) Disposition: You know Craig, he doesn't really have a disposition... he just........... is.

Craig: Leave this place warrior. Andrew: When I have your dragonball, and have finished with you, I will. Craig: This is your last warning, leave my people along, and get off this planet!!! Andrew: Oh yeah, what are you gonna do to me? Your power is 2,000 Craig: I'd check that machine of yours if I was you....... Andrew turns on his scouter........ Craig's power is rocketing. Andrew: What........ 6,000........... now 8,000.......... A look of shock appears on Andrew's face. Andrew: 12,000....... and still rising........ impossible!!! Craig blisters the ground beneath him, and his power still rises. Andrew: Gah!!! No way............ 16,000........ NO!!! 18,000........ it can't be........ this thing is broken..... Craig: It sounds pretty accurate to me........ Andrew: I'll prove to you how broken it is............ Craig: Lets dance!!!

What, you all need me to hold your ****in hands or something? Now, Blanka's going to be getting into a bit of trouble, and I don't want anyone, ANYONE, interferring in anyway. Stay out of the fight, and keep away from the area. Do not watch the fight, or anything of that kind. And please, do not follow my idea, just carry on as you are. Only a bit longer, then you'll all get what you want, I promise. Oh, and Vegitto4, you know your more than welcome to join bro. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Blanka flew along over the mountains, looking for a new training spot since his fans stole his last one. He flew along when something caught his attention. A saiyan stood on the mountain. Blanka immediately noticed the tatoo on his shoulder, and his completely black eyes. Blank: Huh......... what's up with him? Craig: He's a Rojin slave.......... he fled to the mountains and promised to serve them, in the hope that they could turn them into a Rojin. Blanka: Can they? Craig: No, but as long as they believe it, they'll do anything for the Rojin's. Blanka flew slowly towards the saiyan. He saiyan smiled, and took to the air. He suddenly flew off. Blanka: Fair enough, lets play!!! Blanka's aura exploded around him as he chased after the saiyan, he soon took over him. The saiyan smiled again. He then broke into a hysterical laugh. Blanka: Something funny?? Saiyan: I'm going to let you in on a little secret. *laughs again* Curiosity is about to kill the saiyan........ *hysterical laughter* Blanka: What? You? *chuckles madly* Your funny for a complete idiot, honestly you are. Saiyan: No, not me.......... but them perhaps *points down* Blanka turned sideways, and looked down. 10-20 Rojin Oozaru's looked up, smiling at Blanka. Blanka: ............. $hit Blanka got into a fighting stance, as all the Rojin Oozaru's charged at him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, me and Neil are going to be occupied for a bit, so Raiha, if you would do the honours of starting the war, I'd be very grateful.

1:15 pm, New York ----------------------------------------- Three F-16 fighter jets shoot over the border to queens. The leader, a man by the name of Craig. Base: Hunter 1, report your condition.... Craig: Ugh.... situation seems normal base, nothing strange so far. Send Rick and John home, there's no trouble here, I can finish the check and get back to base. Base: Roger that..... over. Almost immediately, the two fighter plane's behind Craig turned around 180* and flew in the other direction. Craig unclipped the oxygen mask from his mouth, the pressure was normal now. He descended to a few hundred feet, the force of his engines throwing dust up from the ground below. He looked at his radar...... nothing, nothing at all. Suddenly, his plane was hit, and it was knocked sideways. Severe turbulence rocked it for a second, and Craig gained control again. Craig: Bloody tourists..... they'll do anything for a kick..... Craig looked to the side, and saw a huge decaying bird thing heading right for him. Craig: Damn Frenchie!! No wonder...... wait a sec...... this is no time for joking. WHAT THE **** IS THAT???

Neil's right..... not only is this RPG the most played thing ever (after mine which was the original one like this) but you gave your stats way too much of an advantage over the others. I'm sure everyone can see how this is going, you and Red will take complete advantage of your extra power, and don't say you won't because it's happened many times before. Nah, this needs a lot of polishing. And just because you have royal blood, it does not garuntee that you will be Saiyan Elite's.

Neil could you not complain about every single RPG you see please? Anyway, new and improved Craig coming up --------------------------------------------------------- Name: Craig Age: 15 Race: Saiya-jin Height: 6'6" Weight: 200lbs Apperance: Brown spiked hair like TEEN SSJ2 Gohan (think when he went mad at the WMAT after Spopovich hurt Videl). He has hazel eyes. He has a white vest, and black baggy trousers with a chain dangling from the front to the back. He has boots like Trunks's, and fingerless gloves. Bio: The younger brother of Vegeta Your stats are 100,000 Strength: 20,000 Defense: 25,000 Speed: 35,000 Ki: 20,000

You.... took...... my marvelous pet....... and NAMED IT AFTER A COMMON BAR?? HOW DARE YOU USE MY DRUNKEN MONKEY LIKE THAT!!! *blanks out* Where am I? ------------------------------------------------------ Name: Craig Kensindan Age: 15 Call Sign: Z6 (wtf is a call sign??) Height: 6'6" Expertise: Engineering and repair, and as consequence, is skilled in bombs. Prefered Crew Position: Head Engineer Appearence: Brown spiked hair, hazel eyes, bio hazard tatoo on left arm, big & muscly. Equipment: Pistol Civilian clothes: Black leather jacket, blue jeans, white t-shirt. Bio: He and his father are both mechanics, and much revered all along Cecil. One day, a gang came and threatened them to fix their ship for free. Craig's father refused, and was killed. Craig, in pure rage, took a crobar and smashed the gang's faces into mush. He s leaving because the entire gang is not hunting him down.

Well, no RPG can be a success without me in it. Seph:*reminds Craig of many RPG's that were great, that Craig wasn't involved in* Craig: I'm getting to the end of my tether with you!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name- Craig Age- 15 Gender- Male Bio- An elf of mysterious roots. He is however, said to be related to Vincent, because of his similar Limit Break's. Appearance- Can y'all say Legolas??? Good, now I'll post my description. lol (I look like Legolas for the slow people among us) Weapon- A bow of elven quality, light, and yet cannot be broken. It fires strange metal arrows, which have the same effect as bullets from a 44 Magnum. Limit Break- Berserker (Doubles in size, taking the form of a muscular barbarian type creature, he stays like that until the fight ends)

Name: Craig Age: 19 Height: 6'6" Military: Yes, U.S Air Force Weapons: 2x DK5's. A combat knife, 2x Glock 9mm's in holsters up his sleeves (literally) Appearance: Brown spiked hair, hazel eyes, very muscular. When not in uniform, he wears a leather jacket, a white T-shirt, and blue jeans. He also has the bio hazard symbol tatooed on his left arm. Bio: Part of a 3 man strike force, that were breifed two hours ago about the epidemic, and are surveying the area from their jets. Their mission is to eliminate the unknown threat, and keep civilian casualties low.

You know....... the last time I checked....... this is my RPG, and I did have my own plans for it, although you lot seem to be taking it over with your own stories........... so please stop it. -------------------------------------------------------------- Blanka: No matter how strong you get, there's always someone arrogant enough to think they can beat you. Raiha: I don't thi-- Before Raiha could finish her sentence, Blanka's fist smashes into her face, sending her crashing into the wall. She crashes into the wall, and jolts violently forward, her neck cocking back like a dart (instant whiplash). Raiha: Ugh.............. ug She falls to her knees, Blanka strikes her to the neck with a swift downward roundhouse kick. Her head whipe to the right, as her body jolts to the left. Blanka: That should put you in shock for a bit. If your stupid enough to fight a being infinately stronger than you, then don't expect to come out unharmed. With that, Blanka flies off, as Raiha lays still on the ground, motionless, her eyes turned up into her head.

All is quiet in Shoreside Vale, when suddenly a huge explosion occurs in Fancis International Airport. One of the huge petrol tanks had been hit, destroying a convoy of spank on it's way to Cartel HQ. A light blue Infernus speeds out of the Airport, and onto the Bridge (is it the Calahan bridge, or is that the other one?) Several police cars follow him. The bell sounds for the bridge to rise. The Infernus speeds up, and gets onto the central compartment just as it rises up. Craig: Dammit...... Craig got out of the car, and got a grenade from his bag. He threw it down at the Cop cars, and the grenade reduced them all to cinders. Craig: Hah!!! Craig got in his Infernus, and drove into Staunton Island.

Name: Craig (I know it's screwed up for a namek.... but I get confused if my name isn't Craig) Age: 24 Race: Namek Height: 7'5" Weight: 260lbs Bio: Craig was born and raised on namek, and is a much revered warrior there. He is the strongest person in his village, possibly even on the planet. He is always training, and so is somewhat of a loner. Description: He has Picollo's purple fighting suit, only it is black, and over it he has weighted clothing like Pikkon's (only without his strange hat) Personality: Quiet all og the time, he rarely says a word. He is known for being calm in any situation, gets angry very easily, though he does not show it. Power level: 18,000

1) What is the difference in power level from Son Gokuu with weighted clothing to Son Gohan when he is very angry (which Radditz stated to himself from his scouter), in the Radditz saga? 370 2) What is the name of the planet that Bejita-sama and Nappa stopped at on their way to Earth, destroying it along with two lovers on it named Atlia and Lemlia? Arlia 3) How old was Son Gohan (presicly) when Bejita-sama and Nappa arrived on Earth? 7 4) How many Saibamen did Nappa plant to fight against the Z-fighters? 6 5) What are the names of the two illusionists who pose as Nameks when Buruma, Son Gohan, and Kuririn crash land on their planet? Raiti and Zaacro 6) How long is a Namekian year in earth days? 125 days 7) How many times did Piccoro enter the Room of Spirit and Time? 2 8) What plan was discussed in bringing Son Gokuu back to life after he died by Cell? Wish to be sent to the new Namek planet, and have Porunga grant him life again 9) At what Super Saiya-jin stage did Bejita-sama fight against Kid Buu? SSJ2 10) True or False? Bejita-sama had the ability to go Super Saiya-jin 2 before he became Majin Bejita-sama. False