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Durumir unclips a dagger from his belt. He chucks it towards Rasanak... and he catches it. Durumir: Keep it in good hands....... I may wish for it back someday. With that, Durumir turned and continued walking.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sephiroth [/i] [B]damn all you americans, why do you have to make school so difficult?! sophmore, vala victorian, proms, blah blah blah, it all just doesn't make sense to me, lol.... [/B][/QUOTE] I know exactly how you feel Seph......... dmna American's...... all they speak is gibberish.......... ALL GIBBERISH!!!! But anyways....... *cracks knuckles* if you need help with History and Chemistry Panny Chan, I'm your man. I can also do Algebra but it bores the hell out of me so please don't make me depressed by asking me any algebra questions.

The best punk group is The Offspring....... (see my sig for a sample of their work) and their only equals in the punk world are Greenday. But Sum41, Blink 182, New Found Glory, Less Than Jake and Alkaline Trio are also wicked bands. But ofcourse, none of these bands even begins to compare to the ultimate band that is Metallica.

Yeah, I live in Wles also...... and as Super Goku said......... we only get rain.......... and then more rain. We may get snow once every three years or something...... but when we do get it....... it's every town's person for themselves! Snow ball fights galore.

That is disgusting.......... the people who do that sort of thing (animal cruelty) are the real freaks in this world. They are truely sick...........

On a small army camp, on the coast, somewhere in South America, a helicopter touches down. Several marines and army crew rush about at their own biddings. The helicopter hits the helipad....... and swirls up the dust and small stones from beneath it. A man in a flourescant orange jacket ran over, cluthing a pair of headphones to his head with his left hand. He wrenches the doors to the helicopter open..... and inside are the team. Steven, Zero, Ken, Ash, Neil, Seifer, and the leader Craig. Steven and Zero sat next to the opened door, staring outwards, the wind and force of propellors blowing their hair back. They jump out, wearing their casual clothes. Ken and Ash then jump out, followed by Seifer and Neil. Craig sits there, his feeet up on the seat opposite. He pulls a cigar out of his pocket and puts it in his mouth. He lights it, and takes a large drag. He grabs his bags and tosses them off the helicopter. An army official immediately grabs his bags and carries them off to the humvie, where his team are waiting. Craig climbs in the back...... and the Humvie drives off. It goes into the water and follows it for about 50 yards. It then pulls back onto the camp and stops outside a small building. Craig gets off....... removes his sunglasses, and takes another drag of his cigar. Craig: ......... Wait here Craig folds his sunglasses, puts them in his shirt pocket, and makes his way up the steps to the door. A sentry guarding the door salutes him, and Craig does the same. The sentry opens the door for Craig, and he slowly steps in. An old man in his camouflage attire and a baseball cap of the same khacki design stood infront of a map on a table. Craig:*salutes* General..... General: Welcome Major. Come over here. Craig slowly approached the table, and took another drag of his cigar. He stared down at the map, which had several points chartered on it. General: Let me get right to the point Major. 18 hours ago the Cuban ambassador's chopper came down here. *points to a marked area on the map* Craig: Does the ambassador like flying on the wrong side of the border? General: Well, apparently the chopper went out of control.... and he landed there....... or atleast that's what the locals are pitching us. But we're sure that it was shot down by Guerilla's in order to break the cease fire. That man is essential to keep the peace in South America. Craig: So why can't your men do it? General: Because some damn fool accused you of being the best. Craig: Hmph....... *takes another drag* General: It's a one day mission Major. We drop you one mile from the border, you skip over the border, get the ambassador, and skip back over the border before those Geurilla bastards have a change to blow their noses. Get your team ready, you leave ASAP. *salutes* Craig: *takes another drag* *salutes* Craig walks out of the building. The team watches from down below. Suddenly the General wlka back out. General: Oh, and before I forget.... this man is coming with you. A man almost as big as Craig walks out. Dylan: How's it goin' Raven. Craig: Dylan??? I thought the CIA had you pushing pencils....... Dylan: Yeah well now I'm in with you. Craig turns to the general, and takes another drag. Craig: My team works alone........ you know this. General: Well this time you'll have yo make an exception. Dylan will lead the group. Craig: *takes another drag* No deal. My team takes orders from me and me alone. From below the rest of the team looks on. Seifer: I wonder what their talking about......... Neil: I'll bet we got that agent guy coming with us........ Craig walks down the stairs, followed by Dylan. Craig walks upto the team. Craig: Okay guys...... this guys comind with us. We leave immediately..... gather your things, and get to the chopper by 08:30 hours.

Alrighty..... I'll start it up now. Anyone else who wants to join just hurry up about it.

Craig: We need handguns............ when we're stranded on a desert island.......... that makes perfect sense...... Andrew:*holds up a Colt .45* Do you want a gun or not? Andrew throws the gun, Craig catches it and puts it in the back of his trousers. He shrugs.......... and takes a seat on a nearby rock. Craig: Ugh.......... *puts head back* I need sleep...... Everyone: NO YOU DON'T!!!!

As they walk back down the hall...... Craig seems to be counting his steps, and staring at the wall he was near as he passed it. Zack: What's up? Craig held up one hand as if to say "Just a minute". He went down the corridor a bit more........ then stopped. He eyed the wall intentively, then smiled. Craig: There's just some jobs Ebony and Ivory won't get done. With that, Craig put his fist through the wall.... and reached inside. He fiddles about for a bit, Zack couldn't see what was going on. The he forced his fist backwards, and in his hand was a sawn off, double barrel shotgun. Craig: I may not be very computer litterate...... but between your computers, and old painless here...... I'd choose my shotgun. Craig grinned, and Zack grinned back, then they proceeded down the hall again.

Durumir: Yes...... well.......................... goodbye I suppose. Sephiroth raises one hand in to signal a wave..... and then the two Falyore start walking away, side by side. Theoden trots along behind. Theoden smiles as he looks on at them. Theoden:*thinking* It's a crazy thought........ but Durumir may actually be able to befriend Sephiroth. If he does....... that would be truly amazing.

Wow........ someone else making a sequel to my RPG............. I feel so special........ *cries* But you know, you could have asked first.......... but it's no bother.

I'm not sure what mine is....... but I'd be hella surprised if it wasn't above average......... but then again....... Transtic makes a good point. I am intelligent, but I have no common sense at all....................

Name: Craig Age: 15 Homeplace: Abercynon, Wales Friend: Raiha I suppose Subject: Maths / Algebra

Craig stood at the entrance to the town. He stared out into the wilderness..... his trenchcoat blowing violently in the wind. He stood perfectly motionlessely......... not moving a millimetre. HIs left eye was red....... glowing, and shifting somehow. He stood threr for almost an hour, not moving, blinking, anything. An old woman approached him eventually. Woman: Excuse me young man....... what are you doing? Craig slowly turned his head and faced the woman. Craig: I was just thinking......... excuse me. Craig started heading back into the town....... and extremely peeved look on his face. He knew something was going down..... somewhere.

See ya Neil...... bastard! ----------------------------------------------- Craig stood up and rolled his head around his shoulders. He crossed his arms over, reaching inside his trenchcoat, and drew Ebony and Ivory out. He pointed them directly at the door. Craig: *calmly* If your coming in Sion....... then hurry the hell up! Suddenly the door handle clicks and starts turning. Craig: Here we go........ seconds out, Round 2!

Durumir had had enough. He stormed over to Harper..... Durumir seemed to double in size..... and Harper shrink to the size of a small boy. Durumir's presence ran piercingly through the dark caves. Even Sephiroth looked on at him edgily. He gripped Harper by the scruff of the neck and slammed Harper against the wall. Durumir: I am sick of you racist bastards assuming that Falyore are slow, slothful, dimwitted people that only have their muscles to show off. I doubt seriously that you have the intelligance of even the dumbest Falyore..... and we are not so stupid to practice a magic that would.... Sephiroth:....... No Durumir.......... Durumir:*glares at Sephiroth, then stares back at Harper* that would send you straight to hell if you practiced it. Harper: *look of fear* W... what? Durumir: It seems us dimwitts aren't as ignorant as you *sacrastic vioce* more intelligent folk. *normal voice* This man Sephiroth is a thousand times wiser than you....... and an eternity of repent cannot save you now...... you have practiced the devil's magic....... and as true as I stand here now, you will burn in hell for it. With that, Durumir threw Harper across the floor, to the other side of the chasm. He glared coldly at Harper, then walked off towards Theoden and Sephiroth. Then Durumir saw something that shocked him completely...... Sephiroth grinned aprovingly at him. Only for a breif second..... and then he returned to his normal lifeless self. Durumir shook his head and chuckled as he continued on. Durumir's Dragon Scimitar shon in the darkness.

18 hours ago..... a chopper was shot down 3 miles over the border, in Guerilla territory. In that chopper was Ambassador to Cuba........ a man vital to the cease fire of South America. He and his crew are now somewhere within the Guerilla borders, in a danse jungle. General Dutch, stationed in a small army camp in southern Peru has ordered a special rescue team to go in, and get the Ambassador. This team is much revered among the American army, they are said to be the finest self assembled team in the world. The plan is that the team is dropped 1 miles away from the border......... they are to skip over the border... find the Guerilla camp...... rescue the Ambassador and all his crew, and then get back over the border before anyone has time to realise what's happened. Okay, here's what you need: Name: (the name of your char *slaps head*) Age: (your age *sighs*) Rank: (your position in the army...... i will be a Major, and being as I'm the leader, you must all have a lower rank, the ranks below mine are Seargent, Captain, Lieutenant, Marshal ,Corporal, or Private.) Weapons: There are two standard armaments which I will mention below, and you can also have 2 weapons to suit your personal preferance.) Special skill : (Sniper, Recon (we need atleast one person to have this), tracking, Bomb arming and C4, field tactics....... or whatever, be creative) Bio: Description: ------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Craig 'Raven' Kensindan Age: 25 Rank: Major Weapons: [B]Standard armaments:[/B] Combat knife and a Glock 9mm [B]Prefered weapons:[/B] An M-16 with semi and full automatic options. A 150 round magazine with .45 mm bullets tipped with mercury (poisnous), it also has a grenade barrel bwloe the main chamber that holds 6 pipe grenades. Also, a sawn off shotgun, double barrel, made to be held in one hand. Flip action reload, and a wicked spread on the shot. Special skill: Field tactics (able to asses any situation quickly and decide on the best COA) Bio: Leader of the rescue team, Craig is a cool layed back guy that takes missions very seriously....... and also enjoys the occasional cigar. Description: Think Arnie from Predator, and you've got my char.

Name: Craig Age: 24 Race: Human / Android Job: Sniper / Warrior Special: Holy Fire Special attack: Pheonix beam Weapons: His Dragon Scimitar, and a semi automatic M-16 with Grenade rounds. Appearence: Think Arnie from Predator.... Personality: Layed back...... but serious at the same time. Not a joker..... but isn't one of the typical family was killed so filled with rage people. Bio: Expret in preliminary recon........ a green berau from Wales.

Craig sits quietly at the back of the boat....... still drinking. To the North West is Britain........ only visible now by the flash of bombs and gunfire. He lies back.... and stairs at the stars. Neil walks over and slugs Craig in the gut. Craig sits up, laughing and coughing from being winded. Craig: *coughing and spluttering* Neil: Don't tell me your gonna spew again? Craig: I don't think so........ I've sobered up a bit now...... Neil: Whatever.......... Neil walks off. Craig shrugs and lies down again. He takes another swig of his drink.

The people in the cabin listen as Andrew spews......... and spews again.......... and again........... and a 4th time. He walks back into the cabin....... his shirt covered in spew. Craig: I'm sorry....... who can't handle their drink? Andrew: Ah shut up!!! Sabir: Looks at the big hard men...... competing to see who can drink more....... how childish! Craig: What........ I'm not competing......... I'm just havin' a drink! Sabir: Oh yeah........ no-one drinks 15 bottles and 3 pints just to have a good time. Neil: Craig does......... Craig stared at Sabir.......... Craig:*thinking* Damn she's hot........ I wonder if she'd ever go for a guy like me..................... Craig continues drinking.

Craig walks into the gym...... planning to watch the match. He then comes to the huge hole in the floor again. Craig: Oh dang it............ Andrew.... how do you get across this thing? Andrew guides Craig along the path..... until he gets to the other side. He sits on the floor at the end of the gym..... where the leader would normally stand. Andrew: Being as your here........ you can referee the match. Craig: Ugh......... fine

Your a bit behind Andrew........ we got on the boat like... totally 5 minutes ago.... or something. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Craig sits down on the bed next to Sabir....... and looks about fruestratingly......... Sabir: What's wrong? Craig: I don't see a bar.......... I NEED A DRINK!!!! Craig heads to the entrance..... when Ken comes down the stairs with some bottled beers. Ken: Here ya go buddy! Craig: Ken....... your the best! I'd kiss you but your a man......... and I don't think either of us would ever recover from the emotional scars it would leave........... Craig takes a bottle and sits down by Sabir again.

Craig trips and falls down the steps into the cabin. He sees Sabir sitting on a very messed up bed, still in her Lingerie. Craig: Your here 5 minutes......... and you manage to mess the bed up that much. Ken: Craig....... come here. Ken whispers everything that happened into Craig's ear. Craig: Ooooooohhhhhhh........ :laugh: I bet that was embarrasing for them. Sabir: You never know........ that may happen to us someday........ Craig: But we're not......... *gets the hint* Oh........ :mrt: Siren: I hope the others hurry up. Craig: Yeah....... and Flash better prey that he brings the rest of my boose.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Cloud [/i] [B][COLOR=indigo]Not everyone can be "super powerful". And ss Trunks, If a SOLDIER had orders to stay where they were, they wouldn't of let you go. They chose "him" 'cause they knew he could handle it... [/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] They would let me go, because I am both a higher rank, and stronger than they are. They wouldn't have much say in the matter. And anyway, it makes for good posting.

Craig jumped elegantly over the side of the humvie........ and landed in a heap on the floor. Craig: Ugh...... I shouldn't have had that last pint......... Craig clambered to his feet....... he got out his USP, with a surpressor. He shot a guard passing by with a dart that sent him to sleep. Neil: A tranquiliser? Craig: Well, some of us are clever enough not to leave a trail of blood and brains everywhere. Now who's coming with me? Andrew leaps down from the humvie, and lands nicely on his feet. Andrew: Lets do it........... Craig: :therock: Very well........... *cough*Asswipe*cough* Andrew turns around...... Andrew: You say something? Craig: Me........ no, I didn't say nothin. Andrew: Okay then......... lets go. And so Andrew folowed Craig along the harbour towards the yacht.