Drizzt Do'urden

hmm didn't know Rach's real name was Darren, learn something everyday. My "arbitrary" figure of $20/month was based on a city meeting and the average cost of the packaged bottled water as I've stated twice now. As far as research goes I don't need to do my research to realize there are two different topics in the article, thusly there are going to be different figures. The article speaks of doing away with water in CITIES and STATES (and continents if you count Austrailia). So as far as banning water in city offices (specifically for town meetings), and you base the price of $3.00 for a 24 pack of nestle's lifewater or whatever it's called (and no I'm not going to go research the specific name) then supplying water is not going to be that big of a deal (of course that's my opinion) and a figure such as $20 isn't as far fetched, sure it would still be a little low but for a small city no its not. Now if you go statewide and include all state offices then yes your number is going to be much higher and the need for "regulation" is going to be obvious. So please keep researching obvious numbers and reporting them to me for an argument that's completly spawned out of your inability to read a persons post (since AGAIN I referd to city spending in my first post) before attempting to "burst" their bubble.

First we aren't talking about a state per the article, we're talking about 1 city. So based on the average amount of times a city council/government meets (since I said for their MEETINGS in my post) that is the number I was using. You're talking about a state government that is supplying bottled water to all State workers including the government officials. Of course the number is going to be horrendous. Please READ posts before you try to break them apart.

Do I think it's wrong to take something that was provided for your convenience anyways? No. Have I done it? No I stay in a lot of hotels and I just can't stand the soap shampoo or coffee, so taking them with me is pointless...though my fiancee has a bad habit of taking the customized stationary that most hotels have when she goes places. Even that I think is really okay, but I know some people take towels, sheets, and shower curtains. That I really can't agree with.

(I'm okay with that, but try to get it done quick so we can get along with the sequel.)

It's no secret that bottled water companies have been passing filtered tap water off for "spring" water. But I do think that banning it on a global scale would be...well is just not possible. There are too many people that do rely on bottled water due to the unavailability of drinkable water. I don't really agree with the banning it at government meetings either, just for the simple fact that they're not spending enough money on the bottled water they drink to really affect much. 20$ on bottled water once a month really isn't anything to worry about, wouldn't even pay to put a sign-up that says "pothole".

@Chibi: No changes needed at all, Karyn seems like she'll be the same fun she-wolf we all fell in love with. @Everyone: Don't spring the traps right off, I'm going to be pming everyone who makes a first post an ingredient to bring to Cairo with them. It's up to you how you obtain it, but make sure you bring it to Cairo with you. Also, I'd still like to see character sheets here. Chibi's accounted for, but there are still more of us out there.

(Check the backstage before posting) Dean looked at the pyramids with an admiration he hadn't felt since he'd first set eyes on...on Calil more then 10 years ago. "Dean, please tell me again why you brought me all the way down here to see these dirty pyramids?" Stephen, one of the ex support members of the band, had ran into Dean while they were both trying to excersise a restless spirit that was wreaking havoc in London a year ago. "Well Stephen, during my digging around about the demons that were released I learned an interesting fact. It seems that there is a way for those of us in the mortal plane to actually [I]kill[/I] demons." The look on Stephen's face at that moment painted the same picture as Dean's had just 3 months before when he found the relics that pointed him here, Cairo Egypt. The two spurred their camels onward to the center pyramid, the only one not to have a member of the royal family buried beneath...or so it was told. "Are you sure about this Dean? I hear some nasty things about the curses placed on these things. Why just a few years ago my friend Jeremiah's friend entered a tomb like this and there were no survivors." Dean cast a sideways smile at Stephen and threw him a torch, "Stephen if there were no survivors then who told the stories?" ------------------------------------------------------ As the two entered the deapest chamber the air changed the slightest bit that Dean's vampiric senses didn't pick up on it. The main chamber was behind a wall that nobody had noticed, as they were already going to be arrested if they got caught, Dean had no remorse breaking threw the wall. What they wanted was immediatelly revealed to them, surrounded by mummies that littered the ground as "guardians" the mural on the wall told of the way to defeat demons without just sending them to hell. As Dean inspected the mural, he heard a muffled cry from behind him. Turning he saw Stephen...or at least half of Stephen lying on the floor his face frozen in fear. As his eyes scanned upward, Dean noticed the mummies had risen. Perhaps to protect this ancient secret, or prehaps not. Dean turned and threw a dagger splitting one of the mummie's head and inbedding it into the picture on the wall just next to the shadowy figures head. As it stepped out the man appeared as mortal as they come, but Dean knew no human could cast such a powerfull zombification spell. "Before I send you back Demon, tell me what you want." The all to familiar arrogance of the demon kind wasn't lost on this specimen. "I don't think you're going anywhere, Dean Remingoton. For you see I do my homework, and since the onlyway to kill even one of my pets is to incinerate it, and unless my hosts eyes have gone bad in these past ten years I don't see your little vampire witch pet around here anywhere...oh wait one of my friends is probably already feasting on his insides." "Even a demon cannot control that many zombie puppets at one time." Dean rose up, drawing his blade from the sheath on his back. His blade would severe limbs that would reattach in an instant, but he could at least cut himself a path to the door...he hoped. "I'm afraid you're right, not even a higher level demon as myself can weild that much power. But I'm speaking of my fellow officers of Lady Death. I won't bother on the details since you will be meeting our leader in a few moments." Dean charged the demon, his eyes blazing with a fury he kept deap within. A fury that hadn't surfaced since...Sile. As Dean drew close he felt a hand grab at his leg, then another on his other. He'd never felt such strength. Looking down Dean saw clawed hands gripping tightly, Dean hacked and slashed but to no avail. Slowly he was pulled down, his last thought was the necklace he wore. He prayed at least one of his friends still wore there's, though with the way he left them and disbanded the team so suddenly, he doubted any of them would come... "Cairo...demon plot...be on guard...demons watching..." The last thought Dean tried to convey was scattered. The ingredients to creating demon slaying weaponry. If the whole team didn't make it together then surely all would be lost...

Terral knew the moment Keela began speaking that she was the real deal, though he knew he should've been a bit more weary. "Well his name is Denni Heartly, and if this mission is as dangerous as it sounds he'll be your man." Terral took a sip of his drink and eye'd Keela a bit more. "So what does he bring to the table?" Keela asked, watching Terral intently for any signs he wasn't being totally forthcoming with her. "Dennis sort've a jack of all trades. He's an adept fighter, but he excels in explosives. As long as you provide the material the boy will make you bombs till you drop...of couse he's going to want compensation as well." As he spoke Terral remembered one more name that would fit the mission very well. "Okay well where do we go pick him up at?" A good explosive artist was hard to find, especially one that was willing to work with peopel, and apparently Keela picked up on that since she wanted to leave before her drink was finished. "There's also somebody else who I think will fit in, though I don't know him personally. His name's Iza, we'll pass right by his house on the way to Denni's. I can't say I know much about him, just hearsay really." "Well let's get heading out." Keela downed the rest of her drink and stood along with her lacky who's name Terral didn't catch. Terral followet suit and headed out the door, first stop to see if Iza was home.

Well she is part of the movie so really we didn't go anywhere, and I just have to say that KG and Lunox have both now officially made this my favorite thread.

Well in that case then I totally agree she should be in trouble of some sort. You can't tell people anything for some reason. For example my Sister in law is a one person smoke shack, and in Ohio you aren't allowed to smoke with minors in the car, but yet she smokes while her 2 year old son is in the car. I could rant on here literally for hours...well until the max char limit at least, about how idiotic people can be in regards to their own children but I'll let it go. Now do I agree this lady should be jailed for 5 years for this? No I don't but I do believe she should have to take strict parenting classes, be on house arrest to ensure she doesn't go out and party, and be forcefed alchihol until she pukes over and over again.

I was wondering if anybody could do me a favor and make me a banner for my RP Band of the Blood Moon 2. What I'd like is a banner I can use for my signature that has a werewolf on one side, a vampire on the other, and a human looking up at a full blood colored moon. I'm really open to artistic creativity, but will make decisions on font and auxilliary colors if need be. Oh I almost forgot the text, I'd like it to say "Together they stand. By the light of the Blood Moon" along the top. And then along the bottom in the center "Band of the Blood Moon 2" Again I'm open to fonts and colors (except the red of the moon) I appreciate everything in advance and I'll credit the artist in my sig beside my banner.

You know what erks me? A local couple won a contest through staples and actually received tickets to MJ's funeral and DIDN'T go. Apparently they couldn't afford the plane tickets and since they were in their name Ebay wouldn't allow them to sell them. Now they got money from several outside sources that totaled to the equivilant of one plane ticket (now this is a free hotel). This happens to be a relative of a friend who neither he nor his significant other have jobs. But they had the money and time to DRIVE there, but didn't...

I'm sure, especially since it's fox news and their tendency to leave out important details, that there was more to the story. Of course can't just assume that so I guess I need to know this, and maybe somebody from the medical field can answer this. Can an abundant intake of alcohol cause it to enter the babies milk? I know mammory(sp) glands produce milk, but I'm not sure if the body would filter it or not. I know it doesn't when it comes to the babies nutrients in the womb, but that's a little different.

We're just going to keep this thread open for the sequel (though it sort've feels like cheating on the first). Though before we get into the second one, I just want to say thanks for making the first Band of the Blood Moon a great RP. I had a lot of fun, and I can promise I have big plans for the sequel. I haven't heard from everybody yet, I believe all I've heard from is KG, Dragons Wolfie, Chibi, and Takuuya. So if you haven't let me know you're in then please do so. I'd like everybody to update their character and post them here. I'm sure I can dig up the originals (fingers crossed) if anybody needs them. There have been big changes for everybody in 10 years I'm sure so where we did "bio" put "summary of the past 10 years" and give us all a little insight. If, and I'm looking at Dragons, whatever happened to you is going to be a little "secretive" just give us what you can. As everybody can see I went ahead and opened up auditions for 2-3 "newbies", sorry chibi you were outvoted, though I think I'm going to take Takuuya's advice and plat two characters (including Dean). It'll be nice to see who takes over the leadership role if Dean is absent. I'm thinking about starting this up tomorrow night with the opening post, though since that's short notice it'll probably be monday night. If anybody has any questions or anything else as always pm me or post them here.

(This is a mature RP) The world was saved, well at least for everybody but us it was. 10 years ago me and my team "The Band of the Blood Moon" fended off hell itself, or at least shut the gates on Satan and Holdren. Holdren was one of the nastiest demons ever spawned, and thanks to him I'm alone. Not because he killed any of my team, though we did lose one friend in the quest, but rather because of all the hellions we let out. Most of those demons are going to just be happy to take control of some poor sap and live his or her life, but there are a multitude that are going to want to answer the call and collect the bounty that's been placed on MY head. I couldn't let my team be dragged into a losing battle...I couldn't live with that. I'm sending out a message to you...Well better put I'm pleading with you, please join my team in their struggle ahead. I've been captured, and I know my team is on their way to rescue me. My captures know it as well, and I'm going to need everyone I can find to aid us. Don't think you are alone in the world. Why there isn't one TRUE human among us, though I do think that we're more human then the mortals that walk this plane. Please join us before its too late... Okay that's a little summary of the events surrounding the end of the first Band of the Blood Moon (Which you can check out here for any questions). I'm looking for 2-3 dependable members to join in for the sequel which will span much more area then the first. I'm not going to reveal any plot here. Here's what I need if you are interested (present team members don't worry about this)... [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Gender:[/B] [B]Species:[/B] (Human, Vampire, Werewolf are the three main. If you'd like to create/modify a species I'm open but I'm being picky about who gets accepted so don't just assume your character is accepted. [B]Appearance:[/B] Pic or Description [B]Personality:[/B] [B]Weapons:[/B] [B]Bio:[/B] [B]Short intro:[/B] Make this a little "window" into your character. Anything's game, just make sure it let's us see into your character a bit. Sign-ups are going to only be open for a short time, most likely a week. We may end up starting before the deadline. If we've started just pm me after you sign-up and I'll get back to you as quickly as I can with if you're okay to join or not.

[quote name='Lunox'][FONT=trebuchet ms] Apparently [U][URL="http://thesuperficial.com/2009/07/michael_bay_has_secret_audtion.php"]Michael Bay filmed Megan Fox washing a car for an audition[/URL][/U].[/FONT] [/quote] Using The Lonley Island to make a point? I LOVE it!

Dean stood in front of the same fireplace he stood in front of when this all began. Looking upon the friends he'd made over the years. He'd heard what Calil was planning, the pain her decision to change herself for him was too much for him to bear. He knew he should've been happy about that, but he just couldn't get past the feeling that it wasn't fair for her to change everything for him. Dean cleared his throat, drawing playfull "shushes" from Karyn and Dawner. "I called you all here today for one reason...to tell you I'm leaving." Dean was glad nobody said a word, it was hard enough as it was. As if on que Stephen, one of the Band's support members poked his head in the room, "Sir, preparations are complete and the rest of the staff is already gone." Nodding Dean sighed, he hadn't mentioned the biggest announcement he had and he was sure everybody realized it. "Dean, what's going on?" Calil stared hard a Dean. It wasn't the cold stare he expected...it was like everybody else's, confused, worried. "With the openening of the gate we were able to force Holdren back in, but in doing so many lesser demons were allowed to escape hell's grasp. I've received word that I've been put on a rather large "hit" list of sorts thanks to some of Holdren's friends. So I have to disappear, and the only way to make that happen is...well is by saying goodbye." Dean couldn't fight back the tears anymore, he had to wrap it up or he would surely lose it. "The mansion is going to be destroyed in 4 hours, and the word is going to be spread that I was killed in it." Grabbing his gear up Dean began marching out of the room he paused in front of Calil. Her poison was growing more potent and he was nauseated in an instant. He bent down and gave her one last kiss on her lips and whispered in her ear. "I love you" As he reached the door he didn't look back, he didn't want the tears to be seen, though he knew they were heard. "Do not try and contact me, you won't find me." Without a word Dean left, and with him went the Band of the Blood Moon. The unsung heros of the world...

I'd love to give it a go, though I'll probably get nailed by my pride and not look up something I should.

aww I'm sorry to hear that. Hope they get to feeling better

Is this going anywhere or is it safe to say you've scrapped this idea KG?

[quote name='Lunox'][FONT=trebuchet ms] Megan Fox is hot as hell.[/FONT] [/quote] Just thought that point needed restating

The dream, or rather the nightmare, had been the same for the past couple of nights. Yevil awoke in his bed to find his family missing. Mevil, his baby girl of 2, was gone...his mother was gone, his only other family, his father gone. Where had they gone? As he walked outside he was horrified to see the landscape. Dry, desolate desert where forest had just been the day before. Then, suddenly, a voice erupts on the wind. "Yevil Masters! Take up your blades, bow, and ice. You must locate the others and save Reyvon and Gaia." "Wait! Ice? Gaia? What are you talking about?" The sky grew dark, a bolt of white lightning burst from the sky striking Yevil. He didn't scream, didn't cry out for there was no pain. Looking down he was dressed in the atire he wore before he swore never to wear it again. It was the attire he and Mevil's mother both wore...it was the uniform his troop wore, the same type his beloved died while wearing. When he awoke he was relieve to find Mevil safe in her bed, but that deam pulled at him. He geared up, kissed his child, and told his parents he would return. He left the house and went in search of the voice... Okay a little longer then a small paragraph but I'm a blow hard so I couldn't help myself. I don't have a pic of Yevil so I'll have to write a description... Yevil Masters is a 6'0 190 lb ex assasin. He has spikey white hair (not grey), ice blue eyes and a scar down his neck he tries to hide whenever possible. His late fiance was also part of his group. The attire they wore was black leather armor with black leather boots. Yevil carries a scimitar, two dagges, and a bow and arrow. His ice power isn't the ability to freeze a whole room or anything. Just the ability to freeze liquid and other substances on touch, if that's too much let me know. Besides the power if there is any other problem let me know KG, hopefully we can get this one off the ground I like the premise.

I LOVED it... That's honestly all I can say. Everything from the cast to the CG was really well done. My only beefs were the fact that it seemed they pushed the comedy WAY to much, it really sort've drowned out the more dramatic portions. [spoiler]Plus a lot of the decepticons were so alike it was hard to tell them apart when the final battle went on. [/spoiler]

I've always enjoyed taking pride in the 4th. Not just due to my enlistment, but always try to observe what in truth should be a holiday more celebrated (of course in my opinion). It's sort've sad that more Americans would rather celebrate spooky fictional creatures then the anniversary of their countries independence (and yes I was speaking of Valentine's day...grown midget, dwarf sorry, flying around in a diaper shooting arrows at people). I purchased some fireworks and did an amateur display for my family...though I almost became a statistic when my future brother in law decided to try and stuff two fireworks in one tube without telling me (yes he's THAT guy). All in all it went well, the hispanic familiy from up the street called the sherrif who in turn enjoyed my work from the hood of his car.

*Dives into second base just before the tag* [LEFT][B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][U]Name[/U][/FONT][/B][/LEFT] [B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Zechery "Zeke" Bosum[/FONT][/B] [B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][/FONT][/B] [B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][/FONT][/B][SIZE=2][B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][U]Age[/U][/FONT][/B][/SIZE] [SIZE=2][B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]24[/FONT][/B][/SIZE] [SIZE=2][B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][/FONT][/B][/SIZE] [B][SIZE=2][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][/FONT][/SIZE][/B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Gender[/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Male[/FONT][/B] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=2][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Appearance[/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Zeke is a large man, standing 6'3 and weighing 230 lbs. The lifestyle of a wanderer and swinging around his large mortar has given him the physique of a linebacker. He keeps his dark hair short and manageable, though he tends to neglect his facial hair which ends up normally being a 5o'clock shadow. His face is kind however, and his sky blue eyes have been said to have such a calming effect, many people can't help but stare at them.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Personality[/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Zeke's always been a sort've "rough and tumbler" [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]choosing the quickest distance between two [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]points rather then the safest on many occasions. [/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]He tends to be overly empathetic when it comes [/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]to newcomers, and will never "write somebody off" [/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]before they let him down in one way or another.[/FONT] [B][SIZE=2][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][/FONT][/SIZE][/B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Special Skills[/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Zeke was a structural engineer before his universe [/FONT][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]was destroyed, and therefore has an uncanny ability to picture the layout of most buildings before entering. This also tends to transfer to the structures of machinery in finding the "weak" points without much effort. The extensive amount of training in physics has given Zeke a good understanding of trajectery when it comes to projectile weapons.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Weapons/Equipment[/U][/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]Favoring more of a "rough and tumble" style of combat, Zeke perfers to stick with melee weapons. His primary weapon is a large, antique war hammer given to him on his home world. [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]He carries a small portable mortar that uses highly compressed air to fire a multitude of projecticles. Zeke carries explosive rounds with him at all times, but primarily uses things like large stones as "grapeshot". Peppering targests when open combat is neccesary.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2][B][U]Writing Snippet[/U] [/B][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]"Are you ready to get this over with Zeke? I don't know why you insist on testing the column. You know it's going to hold." Zeke looked at Andrew, his assistant, and smiled his typical warming smile. "I know that, and you do Andy, but architects and investors tend to put more stake in what they see rather then what the numbers show."[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Zeke stared in awe, as he always did at his creations, as the crane began laying the first of many sandbags ontop of his column. The weight requirements were 5,000 lbs per column in this particular design and this was going to take awhile. As the first sandbag was layed the crowed gasped as the column came tumbling to the ground.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Sprinting to find what happened to his work, Zeke didn't even notice the earthquake. He didn't notice the screams of the others around him as they did what most people did...panic. It wasn't until he arrived at the rubble that he realized what happened. His column feel into a gaping hole in the earth.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Staring down into the variable "grand canyon" that had formed so quickly, Zeke drew back at the sight. Crackling, exploding bolts of lightning erupted forth. It felt as if the entire planet...no the entire universe itself was shaking. [/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Suddenly there was a blinding white light, but no noise, no heat, no concussion. There was just white light...[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]----------------------------------------------[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Zeke stretched his arms and legs as he woke up to greet the day. It had been just a few days in this new world, and already he felt like he'd been here his whole life. "Hmm, I should have time for a quick bite to eat before I set out." [/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Suddenly the siren rang out just as it seemed to everyday at this time. Running downstairs he grabbed his hammer and his mortar and met with the rest of the "rebels", or his new family as he liked to put it, in the living area of their bombed out little house.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]"They're coming again, our scouts say its the same tactic as yesterday. 20 or so drones leading the way for 40 or so infantry units. Zeke hit them just like yesterday, we'll hit you with coordinates over the radio as they approach."[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Zeke just nodded. He learned quickly his opinion didn't matter here. These people he was with would've killed him if it wasn't for his skills in science. He'd helped them build more in two days then the've ever had, and if it weren't for the government trying to snuff them out then it would go even faster.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Making his way up to the same hill he was yesterday, and the day before he set his portable mortar up. It was an amazing weapon really, a perpetual energy source that Zeke had never seen powered a compressor that took air in, condensed it, and let it loose. It was able to shoot just about anything that would fit up to a mile depending on the size. [/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Loading the explosives the rebels design Zeke started observing for windage and other factors. Then when the radio lit up he let loose, unlike the drones and the clone infantry army Zeke learned from each encounter. Learned which way the "kill squad" would scatter and in a matter of moments the advancing enemies were scrap to be cleaned up.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Picking up his hammer and mortar Zeke made his way towards his new home. As he neared however, something seemed wrong. He slowed his walk to an almost crawl, something was off. [/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]As if on cue an odd looking beast burst out of nowhere and began trashing everything. It moved unlike anything Zeke had ever seen, quickly making short work of the rebel town. "Oh my god...what is that thing?" It quickly turned, seeing Zeke and shot towards him at a speed he'd never seen. [/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Turning and jumping Zeke closed his eyes and prayed he wouldn't feel anything, and he didn't. He opened his eyes to see that same blinding white light that brought him to this world from his own...what did it mean? Where was he going?[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]He closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride hoping and praying wherever he was going was better then where he had been.[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]----------------------------------[/FONT] [FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]I hope that's a good enough "snippet" though I know I went a bit overboard. If you want something shorter or anything changed let me know, I hope you're planning on starting this up soon.[/FONT]