DeathKnight

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Harry [/i] [B]Why, are my threads not as great as the 13 year olds coming on saying they want to kill themself because they flunked a test and their dog got ran over? [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]I love irony. Dont you, Harry? [o.-; Twin Sisters are on sale at the Grocery Store, oh wise Harry.] If you are serious, which I doubt.. I honestly dont care. lol. I'll say 'sorry' for politeness sake. Sorry.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Ken [b]Alleigance[/b]: Miss Queen [b]Weapon[/b]: Apocalypse Darkness [massive sword that requires two hands to lift in general, but Ken carries it with levitation behind him. Can be summoned forth, as seen in BB2.] [b]Magic[/b]: Everything and anything, mystery shrouds the limits of his power. [b]Description[/b]: He's the same ol' Ken from BB2, with a set of Travelling clothes on at the start of the RPG, where he's on the balcony that leads into the queens chambers. [b]Bio[/b]: ~ They say that there's a God. An all powerful omnipotent source of creation, a lord of all. Some people have called me that God, before I mercilessly slayed them and strone their bodily members across the floor. I am no God, no Satan, no Human. I am merely a traveller of the plains, a nomadic demi-entity with no home to speak of. Amongst my travels I have arived at many a land, spoken with many a man, and learned of tales of lore that cause majestic dreams to spawn suddenly in young boys. Heroics aside, my life is mainly that of a storyteller, that of someone in a bar that can help you merely by speaking a few words. My travels began to wane suddenly as I ran out of places to visit, so I descended into the beyond of a world called "Internet", a place full of new ideas and wars of words between opinonated folk. As I traversed this meloncholy assortment of placid lifes violently colliding with each other, I came to a place called "theOtaku". It was a library of knowledge about a popular sort of entertainment. As I traced the bookcases, glanceing over the voulmes of various knowledges, I ran into a sign that told of a place where people could meet. A place called "OtakuBoards". My interest was suddenly hooked, like a fish at sea, and I knew I wanted to at least see this place with my own eyes. I arrived at this place and fashioned a name for myself, DeathKnight. I descended into the vastness of it all and became obessed with it almost immediately, becoming a more popular person as time went on. I was soon appointed a position of power, not a large position, but I still goverened a small province of this area. As my popularity grew, the strange stories I could tell also grew. But that would all change, one day.. Final_Flash, Connor to his friends, fashioned a game for the community. "Big Brother 2", he called it. I was a friend of his, and I was somewhat curious as to the possibilities in this game, I enlisted into it. I waited patiently to see who had made it into this little game of his, my eyes glanceing impatiently from side to side across the room, examining the other people around me. Then it was like a blur, really. An odd mesh of events collaborated together to form something along the lines of two seperate wars, a rescue mission, travels into peoples dreams, demonized plushies, an evil Emporer bent on our destruction. It all happened so quickly, and just as fast it faded. I had a plushie counterpart now, one that was entirely loyal to the beautiful Tori, and I knew that the kingdom that she suddenly possessed would be safe with his guardship, so I left to find another plane of space to explore, but soon I felt the void that only my newfound best friends could fill, and I returned, descending from the sky onto the balcony outside the Queen's chambers.. What a suprise I was in for. --- [b]Name[/b]: Mini-Ken [b]Alleigance[/b]: "MISS QUEEN ALL THE WAY! BWAHAHAHA!!!" [b]Weapon[/b]: Chainsaw of Damnation [b]Magic[/b]: Some forms of time magic. [b]Description[/b]: Same ol' Plushie from BB2. [b]Bio[/b]: ~ [i]This is the land of my Mother, My Queen. I thought I could defend it, after the adventures that occured in that house. But I failed, his powers somehow have gotten stronger, beyond which I could have ever imagined. I hear them coming now. They are at the door to my house, pounding and yelling for me to come out without a fight. I. I will fight them for my Queen, whos mission out here on the border I cannot complete now. Theres many of them. Their silhoutes are crossing the windows I boarded up. Dear Diary, This might be it. Bwee.. What I wouldnt give for a lazy nap on my Queen's head...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]I got in a fight about a porkchop. Details are not neccesary.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Harry [/i] [B]Why, are my threads not as great as the 13 year olds coming on saying they want to kill themself because they flunked a test and their dog got ran over? [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Because you come off as a 10 year old girl who rants and raves like she is pmsing already. At least in those threads, people are being nice to each other and offering help, not whineing consistantly like some spoiled brat at summer camp.[/color]

[color=crimson]I love that, haha. ^_^[/color]

[color=crimson]Actually, in an infinate space, there is no center. To have a center, a space has to have a defined shape and measurements to be able to have a center at all.[/color]

[color=crimson]Uber. Very. 9/10[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Rain[/b]- Its soothing, and it makes me happier. From a light pitter patter, to the thunderous violent nature of the wrathful supercell Texas storms, it makes me feel happy to just hear the rain. [b]Good Food[/b]- Self explanatory. [b]A good commercial[/b]- They interject a good show, the really funny/well thought out ones make me sort of glad someone makes good Ads, since they are everywhere. [b]A Good Heavy Metal Guitar Bridge Into the Ending of the Song[/b]- Good ****.[/color]

[color=crimson]Indeed. Which one do you have? I might have to move it back for you, slasher.[/color]

[color=crimson]****. Jenna, i'm so sorry. We're all here for you. Words cant express emotions well, but i'm sure he is somewhere that Men only dream and write poems about.[/color]

[color=crimson]I'd want to be a famous revolutionary, anarchist and terrorist. That would be the most adventourous thing that I could ever do. They would talk about me on CNN, and debate about my intentions. Down with Democracy.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Harry [/i] [B]You're a kid using a computer he payed for or atleast the internet that he is paying for. He has every right to do that.[/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Haha. You're silly. --- Honestly, Parents need to **** off. I hate the way they try to embed themselves into your lifes, as if you cant handle one little thing. I really have problems with authority, and I cant stand any form of parent being annoying idiots twards their kids.[/color]

[color=crimson]I've been getting over a sinus infection for the past week, bloody annoying more than anything else. It seems that flu/colds/etc are flying about alot down here too. Stupid Infection. Geh.[/color]

[color=crimson]Well, Cyko, Kuja and I are in San Antonio. *casual shrug* I could drag Kuja up to my house, get Cyko here and hold a small party or something, makeing fun of Kuja. Thats the Otakuites in my city, at least.[/color]

[color=crimson]I dont think that people realize how deep an internet friendship can get, unless they've expierenced it. Some people still arent really into the whole "online messaging" thing, so they might scoff at the idea that over a computer a worthwhile friendship can be formed.[/color]

[color=crimson]Yea. I have my own little "zone" that I go to. When I was younger I found that it was easier to sleep if I went into that little world, and daydream. I seemed to drift off to sleep easier, heh. I still do that, too. X.x; I think everyone has their own little private "zone" they go to to escape reality.[/color]

[color=crimson]I think every one of us have seen some sort of sight that has shocked, suprised, or touched us to the point that it really is something that we define as an "act of God", but perhaps not as literal as that implies. Its simply nature reminding us that it still is around, and that perhaps our medicore activities in life should be slowed a bit to take in the beauty of a simple flower. Its by no means, in my opinon, some sort of miracle. A couple of months back, there was this brilliantly massive spiderweb that was weaved from the leaves of a drooping branch on a tree down to the ground. It must have been about 1 foot in diameter, all the way around. It had dewed during the night, and it was shimmering in the most brilliant tone. It was really a sight to behold. ^_^ This snowrolling thing looks really cool, hehe. Could you pick them up?[/color]

[color=crimson]This made me shrug casually in real life at all those who called the "two girls" thing stupid- Maybe you're too arrogant for your own good, hmm? To me, its really your choice on how you want to lead your life. I tolerate either sex being homo/bi, but I am, however, straight. But its just a choice- No one should be hated for their choices, its just stupid. Personally, I havent really talked with anyone in real life to see if alot of guys really are just tolerent of female lesbians for the sexual fantasy that comes with it. That subject really doesnt come up too often in my group of 14-16 year old guys and gals that I hang out with, haha. I guess it would be a fun conversation to start one night, lol.[/color]

[color=crimson]Vormir's quiet form walked through a bustling section of town, various bodies colliding with each other at different intervals as the movement flowed in two different directions down the wide sidewalk. For once in his life, Vormir was alone. There was no one left- No one left to chase, no one left to conquer, no one left to see, nothing. His plan was already done, the subjects freedoms were guarenteed if they put some work into a small escape, his comrades were dead, he had money. There was nothing in the immediate time frame to take up his schedule. For one moment in his life, Vormir had absolutely nothing to do with his idle hands. The sheer boredom and endless idleness of this state was wearing on his nerves, his body ached for some sort of vindication from his self-made prison of endless freetime. Sighing in defeat, Vormir stopped at a crosswalk and glanced across the street, waiting patiently for the "Walk" light. Several cars flashed by, and a lone little girl stood next to Vormir, "la la la"ing to herself as she shifted from side to side, a small bag of groceries in her hand. Vormir's eyes glanced down to the little girl, who glanced up and grinnnneddd as big as she could. He looked shocked for a second, before humblely smileing back, the little girl seeming pleased at his response. Looking back up to the light, he wished for it to change- He willed it to change. It defiantly remained on "Dont Walk", several more cars flashing by as if to laugh at Vormir. The little girl continued to sing to herself, as several other people arrived at the crosswalk, Vormir's uneasiness around crowds growing. [b]Vormir[/b]: [size=1].... change.....[/size] [b]Dont Walk[/b] [b]Vormir[/b]: ........... ............. [size=1]CHANGE[/size]!!! [b]Dont Walk[/b]: [b]Vormir[/b]: "......" The light changed over to "walk" as Vormir's anger flared, and Vormir quietly smiled to himself, walking faster than the rest of the crowd, his thoughts flareing back into idle random ideas of what to do..[/color]

[color=crimson]... that I wrote. - Saint - It's ok. I'm awake. I'm alive. For another day. It's alright. I'm okay. I've been around this place And I think I finally caved. It's a time It's a place. For the people within us To finally escape. Yes, I'm a saint. But it's ok. You'll kill me.. Anyway. Yes, I'm a Christ. But it's my time You'll never listen.. Anyway. Yes, I'm a God. But it's no fun. You'll never remember me.. Intill your done. But it's ok. I'll kill myself, anyway. And that's alright. I'll end up flying, to that place. And that's ok. Aint alright. But it's ok. To finally see the lights That dance within the day. And thats just fine. Yea, it's ok. The bloods on the floor Anyway. And it's ok I'm awake But not for long. And that's alright. Yea, it's ok. My bodies dead My spirits gone And it's ok. Yea. It's just fine. Cause i'm a Christ. And it's my time. And all you'll say Is 'ok'. But thats alright. Cause i'm a saint. I forgave your mistakes. Dont ever leave me. But its ok. Cause i'm just a God. And you gotta carry your own stake. But that aint ok. - The Rain - As I sat alone in the cold My thoughts and memories covered with mold To the blade before me, I sold my soul. And thus my heart turns to blackened coal. I never imagined, not in my dreams That you could do something to destroy everything As your reverberating voice does sing Why does life calamity, bring? Will my death, be all in vain? Will it change someones life? Can I halt, all my pain With this glistening knife? "No." Is the answer from the rain "You will never end your life For others lifes you would drain." My cold stare reiterates my hesistance As the rain does continue its descent I remember all that I have lost since The words of the rain- Is it true what they ment? Alas, will I ever know? Through the winter, Into the snow. Standing in the center The spotlight of the show All the worlds a splinter That's how the quote should go. But, I will die a martyr. Alone with nothing in this world Just another suicidal slaughter My thoughts dwindle on my girl Then they drift to my future daughter As beatiful as a fine white pearl. Why should she have to die a Martyr? "She shouldnt." comes the simply reply. "She shouldnt be the one to die.." "All this life, isnt a lie." But life will still pass me by So why not take my chance to die.. - January - The last time I cryed Was when I first heard that you died The pain I felt then was so real And by now, it should have healed. As slow as the turning of the mill As loud as the shut of a window sill I can feel it burning everyday The need for blood to pour down the drain. You didnt die in vain I can continue on, shouldering the shame. - Hills - A hilltop home grown for two One for me, And another for you To sit and sigh To stare and cry To remember, why we are so blue. A grassy little plain With no where to hide from the rain. For lovers in a windowsill To sit and start to complain About love, and life and life and love And all the stars That twinkle brilliantly above A leafy type of tree Made for naps of three A onesome, a twosome Enough for you and me. Its a kind of interesting melody That sticks within your folds Its a sacred kind of memory That grows green with envy and mold. A Windmill turning silently a creaking creaking pleasentry. Something, someone said to me Within the silent shimmery. A confined sort of social skill Atop the turning Windmill Just turning, turning With the wind As if tomorrow holds no sin Yes i'm turning, Turning With the wind. As if tomorrow Has no sin. But upon our hilltop, so green and tall I feel like I am King of it All My worries, My worries All fade away As I dwindle with the Fairies at play. Cause once upon a time this fair hilltop was mine. And its own memory, will forever shine. -- Been awhile since I graced the Literature forum..[/color]

[color=crimson]I've been in two long distance relationships, both lasted over a year. *shrugs* It can work if you let it work, but it is your personal preferance. I say, give it at least a try if you want to- It's not going to hurt anything.[/color]

[color=crimson]What I hate are those stupid ones that are supposed to give you a guilt trip. "I'm only 7 and I have cancer.. the hospital agreed to pay for my operation if you send this letter to 10 people within 2 hours of getting it! Please!" Who cares? *delete* Chain letters is just another form of SPAM, and it plagues your mailbox. *delete, delete, delete.*[/color]

[color=crimson]Very cool band. Very cool songs. Very cool album cover.[/color]

[color=crimson]Vormir glanced upwards past the hotel's meger first floor, to the towering heavens above where its more glorious rooms were held. He turned, briskly walking, grabbing a large rifle from the side of the motorcycle. A lone shot fired, as the secruity guard for the adjacent empty office building sank to his knees, his eyes rolling upwards twards the new puncture in his forehead. Almost in a fury, Vormir ripped the keys from the belt of the guard, and ascended through the building, murmering things about the "affairs of Men and God's". [b]Vormir[/b]: Who's tinkering with them. Who's tinkering with them. SHUT UP! IF I KNEW THE ANSWER I'D HAVE SAID IT ALREADY! The tinkerer meets the master with the black rifle in his hand, for two a time and dead body upon this man. Vormir kicked the door to the roof down and raised the rifle into the air, takeing careful aim to a large black transport helicopter that was hovering a bit above the broken window on the room. Vormir's eyes narrowed underneath the shades, as a small smile grew across his face. The wind blew a bit, causeing his hair to shift uneasily, and his trenchcoat flaired a bit behind him. Silently he moutched "Checkmate", before pulling the trigger. It threw him back several feet, the sheer power of the rifle he had masterpieced- A solid ball of blue, crackling plasma cascaded across the sky, headed straight for the helicopter. Several bolts of lighting shot out ahead of the plasma, striking the helicopter and eliminating its power to manuevur at all, the pilot's eyes growing as the unidentified attacker's projectile grew ever closer. The plasma let out a loud noise, as it doubled in size to the aproxament size of the helicopter, several of the troopers jumping out in vain twards the now-safe haven of the hotel. [b]Vormir[/b]: This is the moment I love... Right before they die... If only I could see their faces... As the plasma collides with their helicopter and explodes in a superheated fireball, killing all of them instantly. Oh well. If I cant see their faces, I know whats going to happen next. Vormir cracked his knuckles casually, as he checked the small monitor on the side of the rifle- Almost back to full energy. He switched the mode back to more 'anti-person' sized plasma shells, and glanced up as the plasma collided with the chopper, the ball of superheated gas imploding inwards before exploding in a massive fireball that broke most of the glass along the size of the hotel, various burning debries raining downwards as the actual fireball ascended, a mix of smoke and fire trailing its fury. Vormir remained unemotionless as he glanced up to the broken window, Rena stareing down at him. He turned, as the shockwave eminated outwards, destroying most of the rest of the glass in the hotel and makeing it shift easily to one side, before slanting back, correcting itself slowly. The rainclouds that had been following Vormir from his mansion finally caught up, a slow and steady rain beginning to fall on him again..[/color]

[color=crimson]It began to rain slowly on the rich side of town, dark clouds rolling overhead as Vormir stepped outside dressed in a completely black outfit- Matching sunglasses placed over his eyes with care. Whatever gadgets he had were firmly hidden underneath another flowing trenchcoat, of the same color as the rest of his outfit. He reached to the side and grabbed a cane, placeing it firmly on the ground, a large crystal topping the cane. He smiled slyly to himself, as he walked out of the mansion, walking calmly around the front of the estate into the garage. The sound of an engine coming to life echoed outward, a motorcycle slowly rolling out a moment later to accompany it. Glanceing down, Vormir flipped a switch on- A red blip appearing on a moderately sized screen. He had heard of the helicopter crash on the news, and knew immediately he needed to check it out. He reved the engine a few times, flicking his trenchcoat back before leaning down. With a sudden rev, he sped off down the street, eyes narrowing on the map that was appearing on the sunglasses' own HUD. The motorcycle sped down the streets at a definate law-breaking speed, his confusion as to who or what had caused Medra's counter-attack rising slowly.[/color]