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[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Garamond]Massive arms races, secret alliances, grabs for power, all were causes for WWI. The Archduke of Austria-Hungary was killed in his own country by a Serb from an Terrorist orginisation known as the Black Hand, that is widely credited for the start of WWI. Quite simply WWI was unavoidable. The Franco-Prussian war, not to mention Germany-Prussia's countless attacks on French territory afterwards, had turned France and Germany into mortal enemies. England and France, which had been enemies practically since they first came into being, now found themselves close allies. The Russians, still pissed over the loss of much of their Baltic Territories, were itching to unleash their incredibly large armed forces onto the rest of Europe. Aye, they were strange times. But WWI was unavoidable given the circumstance. The first Air Forces were coming into being, and countries couldn't wait to test them out. Machine Guns and other automatic weapons, as well as heavy artillary, were also just appearing at this time. Franz Ferdinand was just the spark that ignited the powder keg, so to speak. Personally, I find WWI to be a facinating study. My favourite battles took place at Ypres, especially the Second Battle of Ypres, better known as Vimy Ridge, in which 6,000 or so Canadians, all exhausted from taking Ypres (In which they experianced the first gas attack) from the Germans, took on 60,000 Fresh German battalions, and they held them off. At a terrible cost, by the end of the battle only 1300 Canadians were left alive, half that number would ever fight again. That battle LITERALLY turned the tide of the war. No other Allied forces were in the area. Vimy Ridge was the road to Paris, Calais, all of France and than all of England. Had the line broken, the war would have gone a much different way. I also loved the ariel combat of the day, a much more personal way of combat which gave rise to aces such as Billy Bishop, Billy Barker, Albert Ball, and the imfamous Red Baron. The Battle of Verdun was another battle faught at terrible cost that, had it gone the other way, would have spelt disaster. The French and the Germans both lost over 100,000 men and not 1 km of land had changed hands. It was quite literally the most terrible war ever faught. My Grandfather faught at Vimy, one of the only survivors, and lived to fight durnig WWII, and he lived through that one too. I truely pity him for the horrors he has seen.[/FONT][/COLOR]

Especially because his short name is Annie. That won't help much.

[FONT=Garamond][COLOR=DarkRed]Otaku Boards Username: Illium Alias: The Sane One (Formerly) Image: [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=8&pos=12]Feel free to change his clothes to suit the RP on hand[/URL] Story: Should have this up in no time, mate, working on it now![/COLOR][/FONT]

Adult Swim? Sounds like some late-night porno channel... What is it? And if it is porno, what channle?

[QUOTE=Gavin][SIZE=1]Interesting, most interesting. Seeing names like these really does make you appreciate having a normal, though uncommon first name and a normal and very common last name. Still I believe I have the name to top the previous ones given, the assistant manager in my local branch of Allied Irish Banks, [B]Mr Richard Head[/B]. Richard, known to his superiors as simply Dick and known to "his minions" (his words not mine) as Mr Head or Boss, a gentlemen to his fingertips it is unfortunate that he has such a combination of Christian and last names.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]A misconception, the name Kilpatrick is actually mixture of two words in Irish, the first part "Kil" is actually taken from the Irish word [I]Coill[/I] meaning Wood (in the context of a Forest). The second being simply Patrick in both languages means Patrick as you'll no doubt have guessed, though the name comes from the Irish Patron Saint rather than the cartoon character. Translated properly your name in fact mean's [I]Patrick's Wood[/I] or [I]The Wood of Patrick[/I]. [/SIZE][/QUOTE][COLOR=DarkRed] Great... So one of my ancestors was the genetalia of some guy named Patrick? Comforting... This is not joke, but I once met a girl named Dixie Normus. If that isn't one of the funniest names I have ever heard, than... Well, it's a funny name and I almost fell off my chair when she told me.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Name: Mays "Pillows" Cream Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=12&pos=9]Pillows[/URL] Starting Weapon: Empty fire extinguisher, the nozzle is bent and the fire supressent is inside under great pressure. Explosive hazard. Personality: Desipite Pillows' appearance, he's a fairly level headed, calm, intellegent individual. Usually he says he looks the way he does because he likes to sneak up on people, mentally. Nontheless, he can be a tad depressing, with a fairly bleak outlook on life that may have somthing to do with his life-long misfortune. Worst Fears: Clowns. Ya, I know. Who could be afraid of clowns, those loveable idiots who entertain the young and depress the old? Pillows, that's who. Ever since an incredibly young age, Pillows has been absolutly terrified of them, what with the face paint and the wigs and damn floppy shoes. Terrifying. Snippet: It was hot. It was crowded. The last flight had lost Pillows' other bag, the one with most of his clothes. And Pillows' was in an overall terrible mood. All he wanted to do was get to his terminal, get on the plane, and ship off to Sweden, where his freezing new abode was waiting, a place where he could get away from this damnable Californian heat... Pillows', large luggage bag in toe, shoved himself through a particularily thick throng of people, for which he recived many insults and exclamations, all of which Pillows' took no notice. He saw why this crowed had been so thick. The terminal, HIS terminal of all terminals, was blocked off, two large men blocking the entrence. "We apologise for the inconvenience," said a plump, older man wearing a security uniform, "there has been a terrible accident with your schedueled flight." At this, the crowed burst into angry roars, some asking for details, one person breaking out in tears, others asking when the next plane was going to arrive. "Settle, settle," the old man said, doing his best to raise his weakining voice over the ceaseless din, "for your convienence, a bus is waiting to shuttle you to a hotel, free of charge, and you will be notified when your plane arrives." With that, the man turned away from the shocked audience of 15-20 shocked people, some quelled others demanding answers, and one gasping road-scholar who goes by the name of Pillows. This is going to be one hell of a week. OOC: Erm, I like the idea and all, but I have, more or less, NO knowledge of Silent Hill whatsoever... Here's hoping it won't matter drastically![/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Well, my middle name is Kilpatrick, which is Irish, and you know how Irish names are always literal... Does that mean my ancestor killed patrick? That loveable pink idiot with the round arms and legs and head? I am sad :([/COLOR]

Maybe a few Mystics should switch over to Crimson, or maybe I could go Crimson, because at this point I think Mystic might be a bit overpowering, and Crimson just... Not. I guess that would ruin the mysterious past of my Character, so I'll only change if it becomes desperate, but maybe a few Mystics should change? Just a suggestion to speed up the transition from Inn to Square...

[COLOR=DarkRed]"Into the Pillows, this is Tiger the Lion, come in." said Gord into the short-wave radio attatched to his chest. Into the Pillows, better known as Bobby Sinclair, was another member of JTF2 who had been aboard the US carrier. They had taken friendly fire while in Iraq and, due to the lack of Canadian Navy presence, were forced to hitch a ride on the Hemmingway. Bobby and Gord had both taken minor injuries, but it was enough to get them shipped home. Unfortunatly. "Tiger the Lion, this is Into the Pillows, don't be so damn formal, eh?" Bobby's voice crackled over the com, followed by the large mans low, rolling laugh. "What is it this time?" Gord looked down the optical scope attatched to his C7, fixing the cross hair on Bobby's head as he crept through the undergrowth below. "Bang." Gord said gerringly, as the laser emmiter fixed to this muzzle of his gun lit up the receptor on Bobby's head. Bobby let out a cry of stunned agony as his helmet sent a minor shockwave through his nervous system, painfully imobilizing him momentarily. "Bastard, you get me everytime!" Bobby's voice crackeled loudly, disturbing a bird in the tree above Gord's head. "Gotta do what your good at, eh? Not like there's anything else to do, it IS the 18th century, and we ARE in the middle of a band of Navy Yanks, Old-Time Yanks, and some British invasion is planned within the week. So, unless you've got a better idea, get your ass up here. I've got a surprise." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "No fucking way." Was the only expression Bobby could muster, as Gord pulled out the two bottle of La Fin De Monde, a beer that was brewed in Gord's home town. They had been friends for a long time, and their drink of choice was and always had been La Fin De Monde, it held a special signifigance to the two friends. "I had Jason put it on the Hemmingway for us back home. Four bottles got broken in the... thing, but these two survived. Drink up, friend, it's probably the last glimps of home we're gona get in a LONG time." Gord twisted off the cap and sipped slowly. It's probably one of the only beer's on the entire continent, might as well savour it, Gord thought. "Ya know, we could change the course of this, this revolution. Shame it wasn't 1812, but we could probably change the course of history drastically." Bobby said, taking a large swig of his beer bottle. "I know what ya mean, I know what ya mean." Gord replied, leaning againts the large tree and downing the remainder of his bottle. "Why don't we go, then. We know enough about geography, we can determine what year it is... Make some drastic changes, play hockey with history, eh? It's an empty net and your on a breakaway, why don't we take the shot?" "Bobby, nice hockey analogy. Still, I think that we have a better chance if we stick with the yanks. They're probably going to DC anyway, let's hitch a ride and than raise some hell. The Dominian of Canada doesn't exist yet, but I think we could break into what is now Ruperts-land after we raise a bit of hell. For now, let's go see what those yankies are up to." With that, Gord tucked the empty bottle into his backback for sentimental reasons, Bobby doing the same, and the two JTF2 officers turned away from the overhangig cliff back into the dense forest towards the beached Carrier. [/COLOR]

Ever since I babysat that kid... Hell spawnish. I can't go 10 seconds without looking over my shoulder. Makes for hell when your trying to watch a movie. Other than that, when it's really dark and I go to turn on a light , there is always that flicker of fear that, when I turn on this light, a horde of Zombies will be standing around me, or some dude with a chainsaw, or Buckley's Caugh Syrup... Scary stuff. Public Service Announcement: Beating Resident Evil on super-hard mode at 12:30 in pitch dark while it's thundering out is a BAD idea if you plan to remain sane!

I go where the wind takes me... *Billows arms out like sails* It took me long enough but the winds guided me here..

[COLOR=DarkRed]Name: Danny "Pillows" Taylor Age: 17 (Though he is told he looks older) Gender: Male Personality: Pillows (Which is an ironic Nickname, when you think about it) is an oldschool, hardcore rocker and acts accordingly. He has a no-holds-barred attitude and is a bit... Well, ok, he's downright crazy. He laughs at nearly everything, maniacally too. Strengths: I guess Pillows main strength would be his hotheaded fearlessness, not so much courage as idiotic berserkness. Appearance: [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=12&pos=9]And yes, he does have the Yo-Yo[/URL] [/COLOR]

I live in the middle O' ******* nowhere, but I wouldn't rather live anywhere else. Quebec, just outside of Montreal (About 1 hour or so) and it is, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful, sceneic, peaceful places on this earth. My dream home would be in Yellowknife, the Yukon, because I love the cold, and its frozen 9 months of the year, and mildly cold the rest! Other than that, I might head to the tip of Nunuavut and live in an Igloo amongst the Inuit. Damn, do I love the cold...

The big difference is that the 40K (For most races) is a squad-based, tactical modern style combat where each model is a seperate unit in a squad. Fantasy is, depending upon race, more large-scale, old-style Units (A solid block) and cavalry units and siege engin units etc, but it's a different type of comba. Big difference is that Fantasy has a much larger scale battle usually, while 40K is more tactical in a modern sense. You could look into LotR Fantasy Games, it's made by the same people and it's fairly interesting. Although it's incredibly difficult to paint them (Tiny *** models) and I wouldn't give that a try until you've got a bit of experiance with WarHammer. For any other imformation, check the link I posted. It has pretty much all the WarHammer imformation, supplies, and a bunch of other nifty stuff you could ever need.

[quote name='ThoraxtheImpaler']At my last school, there was a small group of nerds I hung out with (they weren't so much hanging out with me) that were all Warhammer obsessed. I wanted (and still kind of do) to get into it, but I don't know where to start. Can anyone tell me how to get started?[/quote][COLOR=DarkRed] Well, I'd check out this site [URL=http://www.gamesworkshop.com/]Games Workshop![/URL] and check for a Games Workshop (Or any other store that sells it) near you. It's a great place to start, but at Games Workshop (At least the ones I've been to) they usually sell EVERYTHING you could possibly need for Fantasy or 40k, and somtimes they can give you a tutorial on how to play and paint with WarHammer models. Oh, and incase you were wondering, you do need to construct and paint the models before you can use them. I've owned an entire Dwarven army and I still havnt played a bloody game because I'm trying to get them all painted![/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed] :animecry: :animecry: Wow, sad story :( I'm really sorry for you, I know that I've had a similar situation but notihng that extreme... Let's just say that, if it wasn't for the fact that it is notoriously difficult to shoot oneself in the face with a shotgun (And I am far to lazy to rig up a pully system) I wouldn't be typing this. It was for my own selfish reasons and I know now that was a dumb, dumb thing to do. I know you've probably heard this a thousand times, but suicide, no matter how good and fluffy it might seem to just end all the suffering and the bad memories, but, unless your a selfish person, it is most definatly the wrong thing to do. I don't think that somone should have the right to kill themselves, especially if they've bound themselves to anothers life (i.e parents, close friends etc etc) their death would create a black-hole of sorts that would drag their lives down into it... Point of order: Suicide. Do. Not. Attempt.[/COLOR]

[QUOTE=Retribution][SIZE=1]Just thought I'd chime in real quick -- [i]us[/i] Americans don't hate France. [i]Some[/i] Americans hate France, just as [i]some[/i] people hate [i]some[/i] other people. Generalization is never a smart route to take. And that group of Americans who hate France, hate France because they got completely decimated in WWII, even with England's help. The rift just gets deeper with all this current jazz.[/SIZE][/QUOTE] [COLOR=DarkRed] So did the Swedes, the Danes, the Polish, and the Swiss just let the Germans walk right through their country... Besides, the French held off the entire German onsluaght during WWI without losing much ground, I dont get why people diss them more than the Swedes... Than again, the Swedes DID stand and fight whereas the French just looted Paris and ran for the coast... I stand corrected... But it is true, the US (A generalization) have a tendancy to have a mob mentality againts a country just because they dont agree or dont fight when asked (Which is, more or less, at gun point) or somtimes they just hate other people for no reason at all (For example, I generalize, Canadians) and it is sad... The Muslim population is probably one of the worst sufferers from this mentality and my condolences go out to them.[/COLOR]

Personally, I prefer Warhammer Fantasy over 40K, but than I'm not a big fan of the Squad-based combat, I prefer large-scale army clashes, so if you ever need some help for WarHammer Fantasy, don't hesitate to ask

I just finished watching The Meaning Of Life not hours ago, probably the funniest thing I've seen since The Holy Grail! I loved Flying Circus, especially the one they did about the Queens Own First Kamikaze Highlanders, or the Dead Parrot one. The Holy Grail is still the best by far!

[QUOTE=Raiyuu][font=Trebuchet MS]All evidence points to these attacks having been perpetrated by an entirely different cell of bombers to those of two weeks ago. And I'm fairly sure they [b]were [/b]idiots, or their bombs would have actually done some damage, instead of frightening a few grannies and blowing holes in their own backpacks. Not a single one of the four bombs detonated properly, only the detonators went off, without igniting the main body of explosive as is the intention; this suggests these new bombers were pretty incompetent. [font=Trebuchet MS][color=black]I wish they thought like that. I could deal with terrorists [b]not [/b]killing people every two weeks. The fact is that terrorists believe killing innocents [b]is [/b]the only way to gain attention. [/color][/font][/color][font=Trebuchet MS][/color] [font=Trebuchet MS] Whatever they may have been trying to proclaim, all they've managed this time is to disrupt the tube network, dump their failures of bombs for the police to examine at their leisure, and get the whole country chuckling with relief at their puny efforts. [/font][/QUOTE] [COLOR=DarkRed] Come now, it doesn't take Einstien to stick primer cord into explosives. Don't you think it's a little convenient that not ONE bomb went off? I don't think examining the bombs will make a difference, bombs aren't that complex, especially the simple ones used by the Terrorists (Basically just primer cord and plastics)[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Name: Ian Kilpatrick Nick Name: Knuckles of Frisco (Rarely Used) Age: 21 Gender: Male Nationality: Irish-Canadian Race: Psychic, minor Foresight allowing Ian to predict people's movments, collapsing buildings, etc etc, giving him the illusion of enhanced agility. Group: Earthian Lunar Section: L3 Appearance:[URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=11&pos=12]Ian[/URL] Personality: Ian, as his appearence dictates, is a very dark, moody and sarcastic person. The only people Ian enjoys conversations with are intellegent people, and I mean VERY intellegent people, who either share his views or soon will. He can be very persuasive, if not annoyingly persistent. In battle, he has a very "Use it up, use it all up. Don't save a thing for later." type of attitude that makes him deadly, he doesn't hold back and he just foes at it with his all. Biography: Ian is formerly of Crimson brood. He joined the ranks of the Crimson conquest at a very young age, and that's where he got most of his training, honned his psychic abilities, and became one of the more deadly fighters on Lunar. Shortly after he turned 19, however, and began to think more for himself and see past the Crimson brainwashing, he was disgusted. He shared the goal, which was power, but he did not agree with the methods. Thus, he left. Obviously, the Crimsons weren't exaftly pleased with loseing on of their most potentially deadly fighters to the likes of the Mystics. So, rather than let him go, they sent teams of assassins to take him out. Amongst these was an old, personal friend (The same one who gave Ian the nickname Knuckles of Frisco and his weapons) and Ian was forced to kill him. Ever since that day, Ian changed from his formerly cheerful self into the dark, brooding individual we all know and love today. Ian didn't live up the the Crimsons fears. Where they had feared he might become a Mystic (Whom Ian still harbours ill will for due to personal reasons) Ian instead turned towards the ambitious and more or less neutrul Earthian. It was a way for him to achieve the power he so dearly needed, while avoiding the more or less radical right wing approach of the Crimsons and avoid the weakness that is synonamous with the Mystic brood. On the subject of his weapons, though they appear to be swords they are little more than clubs, made of incredibly dense steel alloy, near unbreakable and hits like a train. They are oddly lightweight but still powerful weapons for smashing skulls, breaking bones, and just plain destroying things. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]The bombers aren't idiots. They know exactly what they're doing. They're just trying to keep the people afraid, hence TERRORISM. They don't need to kill anyone to cause terror. The bombers are just saying it loud "We did it, we can do it again" and they will, without a doubt they will. Just glad my government had the common sense not to set foot in Iraq, even if we are on the List of Six, we're on the bottom. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Name: John Cage Age: 29 Gender: Male Blood Type: AB Appearance: [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=11&pos=11]John Cage[/URL] Special Ability: John has the ability to judge distance near-perfectly, which makes him an excellent sharpshooter with any weapon. Weapon: C7A1 Assualt Rifle, C3A1 Medium Range Sniper Rifle w/ enhanced scope for night operations (Max. range 500 Meters Night, 800 Meters Day) 34 cm (8") Survival Knife. Personality: John has been told he has a bit of a multi personality. John can be, at times, a very funny, friendly person who will stop at nothing (Literally) to get a laugh, and at other times he is a dead serious, intelligent person . Biography: John had been born in Kamloops, BC to a middle-class Millitary family, who's ancestry had faught in every major conflict from The War of 1812 to Vietnam. Naturally, a lot of pressure was placed on John to become a Millitary man, being an only child he was the families only hope to uphold years of Millitary traditon. He joined the Millitary College of Ontario at 18, where he got both his Millitary training and his general education. Graduating with high honours in both combat, engineering, and Millitary history, John was one of the most celebrated new recruits was offered an unprecedented offer to join the JTF2, a covert Special Ops unit based in Kingston, Ontario. John did not hesitate. Unfortunatly, or fortunatly depending upon your perspective, he mysteriously contracted an unknown deisese that struck him without warning during a training excersize off the coast of Newfoundland. He was rushed to the local hospital, where he was examined. The Doctores were baffled, it appeared as though John was in perfect health but yet he was still in a coma. For advanced treatment, John was shipped the next day to an advanced desiese reaserch and control facility in New York City. And what happened next, as they say, is history. Character Snippet: It was late morning just off the coast of Newfoundland, and three unmarked, black Labradore Helicopters flew in loose formation to their destination. On the lead chopper, John sat, C7 Assualt Rifle propped againts his knee, legs hanging loosely out the side of the open chopper. The chopper was filled with 6 men, all JTF2 recruits with the exception of Commander Braseau, a large man who demanded respect and, more often than not, got it. He didn't look pleased with being assigned to testing rookies, but he seemed to be enduring the task. "Commander, coming up on our target, touch down in less than 5." One of the pilots said without turning. "Listen up, rookies." Commander Braseau shouted above the constant chopping of the Helicopter blades, "Our target is an oil tanker that has been hijacked by an unkown terrorist cell," It was a mock training excersize, "and they have delievered an ultimatum. Point is they're threating to blow up the oil tanker if they dont get yadadada. Obviously, our task is to stop that from happening. Check your weapons," Which, in this case, were fitted with laser-tracers so no one would get killed, "strap on your helmets, change your diapers." The men had been given intel previous to takeoff, they were to clear the deck while Team 2 cleared the bridge, and Team 3 infiltrated the tanker hold and deactivated any explosives. There are believe to be 30-35 "Terrorists" aboard the Tanker (Mostly JTF2 veterns with Laser Vests and costumes) all of which had to be neutrilized before the mission was a success, with limited casualties to the 25 JTF2's. The helicopter pulled into position above the tanker, and, on Commander Braseau's command, the men repelled onto the deck. The six men spread out upon touch down, creating a defensive peremeter and neutrilizing any and all threats. The deck was a maze of large, steel containers and the "Terrorists" could be hiding anywhere. Than somthing very, very strange happened. As John made his way through the seemingly endless maze, encountering no terrorists but hearing the occasional gunshot from afar, he felt as though was seeing things. It appeared as though a little, semi-transperent black cloud was following him. No, John thought, just getting paranoid, got to focus on the task at hand. Than, as he turned another corner in the endless maze, he was not faced with a "Terrorist," but with the small, semi-transperent black cloud. John could swear it was grinning. If it wasn't for his better judgement he knew it was grinning wickedly. His nerve left him in an instant. His courage, his level headedness, all of it left him, and he could do nothing but open fire on it with his mock weapon. It wasn't until well after the training had concluded that his unconcious body was discovered.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Name: Gord "Tiger the Lion" Baker Age: 26 Gender: Male Rank: JTF2 Special Ops Speciality: Infiltration, Squad-Based Combat. Weapons: Special-Issue C7A1 w/ Attached Grenade Launcher 24 cm (8") Combat Knife kept in shin holster Vehicle: Negative.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Navy]Tiger the Lion reporting for duty...[/COLOR]

100% Born and Bred Rock N' Roller meself, preferable Classic Rock from the Golden Age of Music (Around 20 Years, now) including my all-time favourites, Rush, Trooper, Pink Floyd, Triumph, Queen, and the beloved Tragically Hip. In my humble opinion Rap, well, ok, anything to come around in about 5 years, is the worst music a man can be exposed to and still draw a (Shakey) breath. Death to new age music! :)