DeathKnight

[color=crimson]What he's saying is sort of 'duh' I think. "Your midday is someone else's midnight, someone else's sundown and even someone else's sunup." Um, yes. Thank you for confirming that, but the 24 hour system is mainly a system so that the WORLD can interact with itself on a social, culture, business, and political basis without alot of confusion. [quote] "You are educated stupid." [/quote] Maybe.. [quote] "Earth has 4 simultaneous Days within only 1 rotation. Losing 3 Days in each Earth rotation has retarded your mentality to stupid and an education of Evil. You do not have the mind or education to envision Nature's Time Cube. [/quote] Or the patience. That site amuses me. i'm laughing IRL. haha.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Gus[/b]: I want to see your forge the principal's- then we could have something that could be damn profitable. Footsteps interupted Gus, the sound going past right below them quickly, headed for Burnham's office. [b]Sayuri[/b]: And that would be security. [b]Gus[/b]: Headed for Burnham's. What a coincendence. [b]Ken[/b]: Oz felt left out, I presume. [b]Gus[/b]: Should we go check it out? [b]Ken[/b]: No, let's help him out. It sounds like he needs it. [b]Gus[/b]: F*ck up some of security? Ken shrugged and thought for a second, before finally nodding. [b]Ken[/b]: Well if we have to. [b]Gus[/b]: I'm all for it. Slowly shakeing her head, Sayuri grinned to herself as she spoke. [b]Sayuri[/b]: A distraction. We can beat up security anytime, that might not really 'help' him- instead we could start something that might get us all detained. [b]Gus[/b]: We need something to get them off his tail, to hold their attention. Both of them stopped, thinking of different scenarios that could play out, Ken just sitting nonchalantly, zoneing out as far as he could go at the moment. [b]Gus[/b]: F*ck, something that would cause alot of confusion. [b]Sayuri[/b]: Like a fire. [b]Gus[/b]: A small closet fire that is more important than a deliquent student- in the process the whole damn school would have to evacute. [b]Sayuri[/b]: The perfect condition for all of us to get out of school early, and without alot of work. Both of their eyes turned to Ken, who 'woke up' instantly, looking back at both of them and shakeing his head. [b]Ken[/b]: .. Wait a f*cking second, I didn't neccesarily mean a distraction. [b]Sayuri[/b]: Do you honestly have a better idea in mind? [b]Ken[/b]: .. To the Janitorial Closet it is.[/color]

[color=crimson]Ken silently stared with a sparkle in his eye at the teacher who was explaining the Battle of the Bulge to the class, his method tireing, boring- to the point where shades of amusement clashed with annoyment. He snorted loudly as Mr. Burnham glanced again at his savior teacher's guide, and got a quick glare back. [b]Burnham[/b]: Something funny..- He did a quick glance at his deskchart before resumeing the same slightly embrassed glare. [b]Burnham[/b]: Kenneth? [b]Ken[/b]: No need to be so formal. Ken is what I prefer to be called, Mr. Burnham. [b]Burnham[/b]: Really now? Well, since we're being so informal here, why dont YOU tell us what you are finding so funny? [b]Ken[/b]: ..... You're inane attempts at explaining the last major German offensive on the Western Front.. 'sir'. [b]Burnham[/b]: Hmm. Burnham walked to a nearby extra desk and sat down, beckoning Ken, who was clearly enjoying this moment. The first day of school, and already people were attempting to discredit him. A sparkle came over his eye, and he stood, walking to the front of the class. [b]Burnham[/b]: Go. Do better than I can.. [size=1]punk[/size].. [b]Ken[/b]: - Actually, thats not a problem. He looked out across the class, finally uncrossing his arm to reveal his selfinflicted wounds that had stopped bleeding, the light stain of blood below some of the wounds still drying. He looked out across the class, and let out a smirk at his own first impression on the majority of the class- this was priceless. Gathering a perfect plan in his head to get out of class and introduce people to the 'best' aspects of himself, he looked to the teacher, who seemed prepared for an easy gathering of ego. [b]Ken[/b]: Do you want a summary? [b]Burnham[/b]: Go ahead, Lecture. We have plenty of time left in the class. [b]Ken[/b]: Hahaha. Well- [i]class[/i], the Battle of the Bulge, which lasted from December 16, 1944 to January 28, 1945 was the largest land battle of World War II- in which the United States participated. More than a million men fought in this battle including some 600,000 Germans, 500,000 Americans, and 55,000 British. The German military force consisted of two Armies with ten corps, while the American military force consisted of a total of three armies with. At the conclusion of the battle the casualties were as follows: 81,000 U.S. with 19,000 killed, 1400 British with 200 killed, and 100,000 Germans killed, wounded or captured-.... -- 5 minutes pass -- [b]Ken[/b]: - ...Many people think that Hitler was unstable by this time in the war. He would not listen to his advising commanders. An assassination attempt had been made on his life and this caused him to trust almost no one. Hitler's plan to retake Antwerp was irrational in that the German's would have no air support and the supplies..- -- 3 minutes pass -- [b]Ken[/b]: - The Battle of the Bulge was very costly in terms of both men and equipment. Hitler's last ditch attempt to bring Germany back into winning the war had failed. During this battle the Germans had expended the majority of there Air power and men. The Allies however had plenty of men and equipment left. With few forces left to defend "The Reich" the Germans could not prolong the inevitable. Germanys final defeat was only months away- The exact date of the German surrender being May 7th, [b]1945[/b]. After a quick glance to Sayuri, he looked at Burnham, who was a bit suprised by the sheer depth of Ken's lecture- a few giggles spreading throughout the class at the look on his face. Calmly he walked over to Burnhum and whispered in his ear to where none of the class could hear him.. [b]Ken[/b]: [i]How does it feel? Not so big now are you, f*cker? Please, refrain from testing me again- it agitates me in full, and you would not enjoy me when I am angry.[/i] Only Burnham could hear him, as he argued back with Ken, both of their voices raising occasionally. Finally it was clear Ken was slammed with a visit to the principal's office, as Burnham walked to his desk and began scribbleing on the yellow disciplinary paper. Ken turned to face the class, a broad smile growing on his face as he walked out of the room. Burnham looked up angrily, and scribbled faster before quickly walking to the door after Ken. [b]Burnham[/b]: YOU NEED THIS! [b]Ken[/b]: Shhh. I'm thinking. [b]Burnham[/b]: Just take the damned PAPER. Burnham walked back in, shakeing his head wearily- none of the people HE knew in highschool were that blunt, self mutilating, assholes. This kid would be a problem- a severe one.. The door shut, and normalcy was restored to the classroom. Still smiling to himself, Ken sat down in a unused staircase that lead to the attic and closed his eyes, returning to his mind- finally. [b]Ken[/b]: That took some doing but i'm finally out of that inane class.. And everyone thinks i'm crazy. Mmmm.... silence... [u]#@%)*@1..@!1e1..[/u] His mind's endless babbleing brook of thoughts came into voice again, questions, ideas. Tireing thoughts. Hope that his next class wouldnt be taught by a complete retard. Too many thoughts. He brought his finger to his lips.. [b]Ken[/b]: Shh, I said- silence..... --- OOC: Damn history is a pain in the *** to type... but major character devolpment, check.[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Shhh. You didnt.[/i] [b][i]He did.[/i][/b] [i][u]You bastard you killed them. All of them. Their blood is dripping off your hands constantly, your soul is stained.[/u][/i] [i]Its all your fault. Fault, your own. [u]your[/u]; [b]your[/b].[/i] [b]Ken[/b]: Shut the f*ck up, godd*mnit. [b][size=4]...[/size][size=1]. ..[/size][size=3]..[/size] [i]!!!!![/i] ....[/b] [b]Ken[/b]: Stupid sons of a b*tching.. Silently, he held his head with a clentched fist, walking back to school. The welcome had been somewhat warm, and he was moderately suprised at the facility Xavier had. For a few years now he had been wandering, killing for what he could get. And now, here he was, going to a school. A high school. [b]Ken[/b]: Maybe this-... There was a loud crash somewhere behind him, glanceing back, he stared silently at the guy that had lead him around the institute on a 'tour'- and he had a companion, in a more twisted sense of that word. [b]Ken[/b]: We go to the same f*cking school too? Odds. Low odds of that. Its better than nothing- Yes, at least I know someone.. Need to calm.. Calm. He breathed deeply, before glanceing back to Gus. Ken felt the assorted small cuts along his arm bleeding lazily down his arm, from an early outburst that led to a small case of suspected arson a few miles away. He crossed his arms to hide the wounds, a few drops of blood already staining the sidewalk underneath him.[/color]

[color=crimson]Actually, Texas is one of the only southern states I respect as a whole state because it did fight its own war for independence and decided on its own to become part of the union. lol. I havent heard a soul here that has the stereotypical southern drawl- Clint Eastwoods we are not. There are many great people in the southern states who could teach you alot. San Antonio is one of the most culturally diverse cities in this state, and if anything you'd hear alot of mexican accents. I've heard Russian, Chinese, German. I even had dinner at a Greek woman's house and portook of her native food, lol. Maybe before anyone should stereotype or attempt to make fun of a certain race, place, social ladder or try to go on the age old expired stereotypes, they should research what they are trying to turn into a humorous comment before coming off as an intellectually inept person. *gets on his horse and respectfully tips his cowboy hat, riding off into the sunset* ;P [/color]

[color=crimson]YES! SAN ANTONIO SPURS! Too bad Kuja, the third San Antonio resident, aint here- eh? ;P That was a rocking comeback, and damn am I happy. *drinks wine IRL*[/color]

[color=crimson]I think just being randomly shot at a 24 hour ATM on a lonely 2 lane backroad to your house would be a pretty bad way to die. Laying in the dark, the only light being the nearby ATM you could crawl to, but are in too much pain from the gunshot to move. You see cars passing by, but you cant yell out or wave your arms, its too late for that. So alone, in the middle of a public place thats too dark at night to see, you die. lol.[/color]

[color=crimson]Sitting at a large, oak desk, Ken sipped his tea quietly, reading a few business letters and orders under the light of a candle. A few late night deliveries were being made outside, grunts of men and light 'thumps' distracting him as he wrote figures down idely, heaving a sigh as he set aside the paperwork. [b]Ken[/b]: A sudden surge of weapons being ordered, and the reason so blatantly apparent. At least most of this town is already well armed- maybe Corock itself will stand as a testiment to our will. He rubbed his forehead, a sudden headache causeing him to grimace in pain. Grabbing his frothy drink and takeing a few gulps, he stood, walking calmly to the front door to get some fresh air. He grabbed the large axe that leaned next to the door, a habit for him now, and stepped outside onto the cobblestone street, the men unloading a cart of goods waving to him as they worked. A quick nod back, and Ken was off- calmly walking down the street, with no pariticular destination in mind...[/color]

[color=crimson]That is such lovely artwork, it seems to be sort of Blizzard-esque from their drawings of characters from SC and Wc. And I do indeed enjoy her physical features. o_O 10/10.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Ken Nosgorth [b]Age[/b]: 17 [b]Gender[/b]: Male [b]Affiliation[/b]: Trying to be Good. [b]Power[/b]: Warlock of the [url=http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=bane]Bane[/url]. [b]Weapon[/b]: Axe [b]Occupation[/b]: Blacksmith, Axemen. [b]Appearance[/b]: He is extremely tall, 9'10 or so, and has long shaggy black hair that droops past his piercing, green eyes; his ears and stops just above the shoulders. His normal attire is that of a common blacksmith, a brown, sleeveless shirt with long, baggy black pants, a pair of hikeing boots on his shoes. Extremely musclely, he is a definate odd one amongst the crowd, from the combination of his sheer height, fearsome build, and the anticlimatic blacksmith's outfit. [b]Biography[/b]: Maleer's armies consisted of horrid fiends, the juggurnaut weapons being the normally peaceful giants of the Hills, Tundra, and Forest in combination- All of them under some sort of possession spell, driven into berserker rages not of their own will. During this fury, no one could predict what one would do- Sometimes, they would even turn on others of Maleer's army, ripping them to shreds before being put down in a bloodied strike from their slave drivers. Many women were raped by these shock attacks lead by the giants, most being killed afterwards as the incoherant anger dominated. Still more were killed in later bouts of violence, and the ones that were left usually died trying to give birth to the brutish half-giant children, whom were larger than normal children as you can imagine. Only 3 women successful delivered half giants, 1 of the giants being brain dead when born from the odd meshing of species, and the other being murdered by the respective village it was born in out of racial hatred. Ken was born in a perfect, all-be-it large, state, his intelligence matching that of his father- the great leader of the Hill Giants, whom committed suicide soon after Maleer was defeated- Many Giants felt the guilt of being controlled so easily, and those that did not know the intial story became predjudice against them, to extreme degrees- even murder. The Giants fled deeper into their old, natural homes to repent, and only sporadic sightings occur, the old markets that the Giants frequented to get farming tools and materials, empty. The Pubs built by giants for giants, empty. All the cheerful singing that came from the forests and hills, gone. The sorrow they felt was genuine, but they knew that people still hated them, and it was no use to apologize. In this time of the Giant's Isolationist move, Ken himself became an apprentice to a local blacksmith, his strength aiding in creating wonderful weapons that were popular in the surronding areas, he even fashioning himself a heavy axe for personal defense when he went on walks in the woods. He practiced with it everyday, becomeing quite spectactular with it, the villagers respecting him for what he was- mainly because he himself was fashioning the weapons in which some had thought to kill Ken with. But rumors came of a Giant's move into the deepest most remote parts of the wilderness, most finding this an odd behavior for them, since no one was ventureing to their formerly secluded newly established towns. A couple of weeks afterwards, news spread of massive devestiation on a scale that had only been matched by the unspeakable era of Maleer, some saying he had returned for vengence. The small, farming village Ken was in immediately increased the city guard with fresh recruits, fortifying itself with a hastily build wall that surronded the main downtown market area, and the homes of the wealthy. One night, he heard yelling- screaming even, odd snorts and growls coming from the outskirts of the village. Grabbing his axe, he stepped outside as the village guards ran past, and he followed them, axe in hand, curiousity takeing the best of him. Fearsome creatures like he had never seen were devestating the outside houses and farms that lay beyond the walls, already some guards laying dead, mutilated in horrific ways. Emotional pain struck him suddenly, and he charged foreward in a fury that matched his forefathers, when they themselves were the evil ones. In a berserk strike, he slammed his axe onto the ground, and pure acid poured out onto all the creatures around him, melting their skins as blood poured from their screaming mouths, staining the ground forever. He stepped back, startled, as some of the acid seeped onto his foot- but he felt no pain, nothing at all. The other creatures called a retreat, and slid into the darkness from which they came. Ken had, almost randomly, discovered a destructive power. Confineing himself for days at a time, he tested his powers in dismay- he had control over purely negetive things- assorted necromatic spells, poison spells. Things meant to cause widespread destruction on a large scale- and he couldnt shake the feeling that something in his blood was calling him, something was trying to control him. The rumors he had heard were right- the evil had returned, the rumors of the giants fleeing further into isolation suddenly made sense. He knew that no matter what tryed to control him, that he must save this land. This village, these people that accepted him for a him, and not a giant. Grabbing his axe he prepares to strike out to find others like him, likeminded people granted the same beyond human powers. Secret agenda's dominate this plan, as the flames of revenge for his giant's blood rage in his soul.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by PiroMunkie [/i] [B][size=1][color=c0c0c0]Or maybe Neil... or Ken...[/color][/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Finally. --------- I think James and Jenna would be interesting, lol. *thunderclouds form overhead, lightning strikeing Ken soundly on the head* Piro and Asuka is just right, a match made in heaven, but for my own nuetrality's sake I didnt just say that. Juu and AJ sounds oddly cool too. hm. But would it work? Tempt me not fate, matchmaker I shall not play. >.> I think I shall not play.. Me and Lady M. Yes. >.> of course.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by stardust [/i] [B]DeathKnight-stay cool,u even remember me?lol [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]You bet I do, I was wondering where you disappeared to. lol.[/color]

[color=crimson]I missed out on the last one. Might as well make up for it.[/color]

[color=crimslon][b]Name:[/b] Ken Howell [b]Callsign:[/b] Inferno [b]Age:[/b] 18 [b]Sex:[/b] Male [b]Height:[/b] 6'11 [b]Build/Appearance:[/b] Muscular, but not to the point where it affects agility or stamina, he can hold his own in a strength contest. His appearance is that of a bouncer, somewhat serious. He has long hair past his eyes, ears, and just above his shoulders that is blacker than the night. Dark blue eyes hide behind that curtain of hair, much of his personality somehow represented in those eyes. A scar across his forearm is the only blimish to his strong, muscular appearance. [b]Attire:[/b] Red baggy shirt with a small nuclear explosion on it, black and grey baggy camoflague jeans. He wears black sneakers, and has a silver chain around his neck. [b]Abilities:[/b] The power of the Firestorm, he can create his own firery explosions wherever he wants, and continue fueling them to the point of a complete sphere of flames that he can barely keep from expanding and consumeing the immediate area. Fire itself does not seem to affect him negetively in the least, leaving him to only consider the lives around him, instead of his own. [b]Biography:[/b] I was adopted at a young age, my parents unknown for reasons to be seen. Poverty, abuse. The usual drill for some people, no matter how 'sad' that sounds. I was accepted at school for my down to earth, blunt attitude but somehow I still felt disconnected from them socially, like I was somehow a different person from everyone else. My family life finally came to a head when I was 15, when my dad beat up a little sister that I wasnt connected to by blood- but still felt alot of care and pity for, so I tried to defend her from his abuseive nature. One night, he was drunk, just comeing home from the bar. He waltzed inside and started b*ching as usual about how the house wasnt clean, how my sister and I werent pulling our weight- another "i'm sure" moment in my history. But the alcohol was affecting his thinking, ignoreing him angered him- I injured his pride one time to many, now that I look back on it. He grabbed a butcher knife from the kitchen and went at me with it, his drunken stooper causeing his aim to be off entirely. He readjusted his aim quick for a drunk man, catching my overconfident attitude by suprise. I barely missed a fatal blow, the knife sliceing down my arm harshly, pain dulling my immediate senses. He grinned and came at me again, but my reflxes caught him offguard, the knife slamming soundly into his stomach after I had stolen it. He gasped and fell down to the floor, dead. I couldnt believe it. I ran out of the house as quick as possible, more shocked than anything else. It felt like hours I was running, my heart pounding as fast as my feet. I finally sat down on the curb, and sat down to clear my head. It wasnt but 20 seconds later I heard a distant siren echoe across the night's silence, and in fear I lept to my feet, running away from the sound. Weakness overcame me, and I looked down to my arm, which had been bleeding heavily for the 5 minutes straight I had been running. I ran my last bit I could into an alley, and slumped to the ground, bleeding heavily. The sirens kept comeing closer and closer, till finally by sheer willpower I got up, crimson staining the sleeve of my shirt, forming a small pool on the ground. The siren came immediately in my area, and a police car pulled up at the end of the alleyway, and suddenly I felt an extreme rush of adrenline. The rest is somewhat of a blur, I was encased in a wall of flames, their end not in sight. I heard several yells of pain, and I looked down to see my wound being licked by the flame till it was closed. I enjoyed the feeling, it was welcomeing.. I let out all of my emotion in that instant. ------ "... Government records state that the town of 'Luling', Texas never existed; confidental records within the Homeland Security Department stateing everyone was deceased in the freak explosion. All except one young woman named Jennifer Howell, who had fled out of town after an 'emotional event', further descripition on this event she would not give. Coincedence is that her adoptive brother, Ken Howell- his body was never found, no trace of any sort of remains. We consider him deceased- nothing could survive that. Further investigation of the town will not continue, no leads could be established. It was a wasteland.." - Report to the FBI, dated July 18th, 2002.[/color]

[color=crimson]Loco by Coal Chamber. Haha, jk. Props to the people that know why that is amuseing. Prolly Bender by Sevendust. [size=1] [b][center]Bender[/b] Sweet, contain me around. Only- I SPIT Step on my diseas. So nice to see me bleed Step on my disease, I cannot contain- Slow it down, i'm so winded.. I've fallen down- again. Taste numb of my teeth Forever make me sick. Step on my disease, So nice to see me bleed Step on my disease, I cannot contain.. Slow it down, i'm so winded.. I've fallen down- again. I follow the walking dead. Now that you found out somemore about me, I wonder how long it will be before you leave. Slow it down- i'm so winded.. Slow it down, I've fallen down again. Slow it down, i'm so winded.. So end it. I've fallen down-again. I follow the walking dead. SPIT Stupid f*cker.[/color][/size][/center]

[color=crimson]Everyone played their part that day, no matter if it was big or small, successful or no. Germans, Americans, British. Its still all life. Good graphic. 8/10[/color]

[color=crimson]Well. If those people dont like how this site is being run, maybe they should just leave or stop doing things that trigger a mod to do his job, lol. It really isnt any form a 'democracy' here, so its either they follow the rules, or they leave- either by us forceing them to, or on their own freewill. Thats the pretty generic way things go around here, and I think it works smoothely.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]PERSONAL[/b] [b]Member Name:[/b] DeathKnight [b]Former Member Names:[/b] Thimoc. [b]Member Since:[/b] October 5th, 2001. [b]Current Status:[/b] Moderator of PC/Mac. [b]Nicknames:[/b] Ken, Kenneth, DK, Fluffy, Daddy, Big Sister, Big Brother, K. [b]Favorite Forums:[/b] Adventure Arena, PC/Mac, OtakuLounge, Sony, Your Pictures, Art and Design. [b]Favorite RPG:[/b] Of all time would be Big Brother 2. [b]Favorite Threads:[/b] The Sock Thread. [b]Favorite Smiley:[/b] :drunk: [b]Most Memorable Moment:[/b] Lotus throwing dishes at me because Anti dared me to e-kiss her. o.O; [b]Quotable Quote:[/b] [i]-eps-[/i]- Cloricus. [b]Words of Wisdom:[/b] Life is a path, death a destination. [b]Wish to be remembered for:[/b] Being one of the first members to switch genders during an RPG. [b]Desired Epitaph:[/b] Penis. [b]Favorites:[/b] My friends, my PS2, gameing, writing, thinking, self mutilating. [b]I will....[/b] .......my [u]title as BB2 winner[/u] to [u]Tori[/u]...[i]because she deserved it.[/i] .......my [u]Luck[/u] to [u]LM's son[/u]...[i]because it would be more fun that way.[/i] .......my [u]Heavy Metal CD Collection[/u] to [u]anyone[/u]...[i]to spread the sickness.[/i] .......my [u]life force[/u] to [u]a certain brother[/u]...[i]because.[/i] .......my [u]knowledge[/u] to [u]Shy[/u]...[i]because he'd put it to good use, and I know it.[/i] [b]MOST AND BEST[/b] [not including myself, Ken] [b]Most likely to succeed:[/b] James, Jenna. [b]Most likely to secede:[/b] Cloricus, Harry. [b]Worst spelling:[/b] Kuja. [b]Best poster:[/b] Sara [b]Cutest couple:[/b] Juuthena-chan and Bryan, Tori-chan and Piro. [b]Best writer:[/b] Mitch, Raiha. [b]Best artist:[/b] Ginny, SPX. [b]Best...spar-er?:[/b] My brother in crime, Neil. [b]Craziest:[/b] Weh. [b]Funniest / wittiest:[/b] Sara, Tori. [b]Interesting-er-ist:[/b] Tony, Tori [b]Random award:[/b] To everyone else. [b]SIGNATURES[/b] [i]Lady Asphy[/i]~ Need not worry, need not fear, dear old Ken will be a father for you here. Many more days I shall accompany yee, silently, ever faithfully. - [i]Ken Howell[/i] [i]Tori[/i]~ Mein Queen, many bows to yee for cheering myself up. I do wish you many happy days as you eventually drift to collage, and am glad to have your company as often as it comes. - [i]Ken Howell[/i] [i]Juu[/i]~ Little sister, I dont have anything really to put here. I dont realy need to, do I? Just me calling you "little sister" is enough to explain whatever I could put here. I might as well be predictiablely random. Banana. - [i]Ken Howell[/i] [i]Neil[/i]~ Bloody fool. keke. You better be here when this thing gets posted next time, or else i'm going to bust your *** in. - [i]Ken Howell[/i] [i]All The Others[/i]~ My signature might be worth something someday. Consider this an arrogant favor. ^_~ haha. - [i]Ken Howell[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]Alright! Huge me with an orange shirt! Haha. That's funny. Good job AJ. :D[/color]

[color=cirmson]I'm Mexican/Native American/Black/Either English or German. I can be called any racial slur, since I look totally white from my dominant English/ or German but have the blood of alot of minorites mixed into the other 40-50 percent. ^_^'[/color]

[color=crimson][b]When Was The Happiest Moment Of Your Life?[/b] When I was in love and I knew it. [b]What Was The Most Prussured Moment?[/b] When I attempted suicide. Your body just screams to you "Death is it! There is no chance after that to say 'hold on, let me go back I made a mistake'"". It was nearly impossible to cut that deep without some form of willpower, but I did. Apparently my parents came home. I dont remember much after the first few moments of cutting my wrist. [b]What Was The Saddest Moment Of Your Life?[/b] Trying to think of an answer to this and reliveing a ton of memories.[/color]

[color=crimson]Ken the Mayor. o.o o.O;;;.. Would I get to wear a spiffy hat like the mayor from the PowerPuff Girls? The one that kinda floats a bit over my head, and 90% of the time cannot fall off? That would be awesome.[/color]

[color=crimson]Congrats, miss LM. o.O Name it Ken, for Ken is such a lovely name, isnt it? Oh how I wish I was named Ken.. Wai-..t...[/color]

[color=crimson]treton's a dork sometime, dont mind him. [lol =P] I think it would happen like in the movie. There would be a period of doubt, in yourself, your decison. Disbelief at what they say is the true reality. But eventually you'd have to accept it, and just go with the flow.[/color]

[color=crimson]I find that cool. I do believe you are the first to post something like this, and I find it as good as a complex banner. The kind that is shoved here en masse every day. --; *thumbs up*[/color]