DeathKnight

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by calumon_luver [/i] [B]Well i would change the game Tomb raider 2, i would chage Laura's big...um....upper area.... [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Yay! Boobies! ^-^ ---- Red Faction's ending plain out sucked. You defuse the bomb, and then the ships come down and that was it. I loved the game, but the ending left me kinda po'ed. If I could change it, I would've liked to extend to ending a bit more, maybe with some explosions or something. ^^; -K[/color]

[color=crimson]DOOM Marine. I choose you. Reason: More freedom. Knowledge: Psh. I have to make his whole personality up. Lol. Name: John Eastwood Age: 43 Starting Location: DOOM Marine's grounded Spacestation.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by SSJGoten [/i] [B]I really hope your kidding......Because if your not....your one sick kid...unless this is all an inside joke im not aware of.....your truely sick. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]How sad. I'm sick. Lol. Right. And i'm not jokeing. *shrugs* It's my lifelong dream, not yours. So it can be whatever I want it do be ;P -K[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Diablo got off the shuttle with his backpack and looked at his 'Official Summoning From Earth'. He was to go to a Helipad outside where he would be sent to the Senate.[/i] Diablo: I wonder if i'm using my frequent flyer miles doing this. Bah. I wanted to go to Jamica. [i]Diablo looked around for a bit and found his way outside, where he got in a full breathe of fresh air. He looked around, and found a sign that directed to where the Helipad was. He walked at a brisk pace off in that direction, ready to save the solar system.[/i] Diablo: But first.. I'm hungry. [i]Turning to the side, he headed for a small cafe where he could get a bite to eat, and read up on the latest news. Saving the Solar System can wait. You can never fight on an empty stomach...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]I would like to remind you people, that if you control someone else in an RPG, like talking, then to do it well. I'm going to join you all, so dont screw up the way my character does, please. ^^ ----- [i]Ken jumped down off Draco and walked up to the other Dragoons.[/i] Ken: I assume you're the weaklings who are going to try and go up against evil? Psh. Like you can take it on. Barely strong enough to hold Zombie's back. Draco: [b][i]Come Ken. They need your help. Dont be so mean.[/i][/b] Ken: *spits* Fine. My name is Ken. I'm a knight from the ancient race of Democrota, or The Demons as they were so affectionately nicknamed. I hear you're going after evil. I'll help you if you want it. If you dont, then I am going to Santiago to slay all the Godservers. Stupid God woshipping idiots...[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Son Goten [/i] [B][color=red][b]Aren't you the cheerful one.[/b][/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]ZIPPADEE DO DAH ZIPPADEE A! MY OH MY WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY! *walks off whistling* -K[/color]

[color=crimson][i]"Just have faith, Senator. I believe these Warriors can do it..." As those words echoed, one of the warriors on route to Earth, was doing anything a warrior about to engage on a mission that would determine the fate of the Solar System would be doing...[/i] Diablo: Rock. Holographic Game: Paper! You lose. Diablo: .. Replay. HG: Rock, Paper, Scissors. Diablo: Paper. HG: Scissors! You lose. That is the 34th lose in a row. Would you like to play again? Diablo: ..... .... Replay. HG: Rock, Paper, Scissors. Diablo: Hmm....... Scissors. HG: Rock. You lose. Replay? Diablo: ... ... .. Why you little cheating son of a- Speaker Overhead: Attention, Attention. We will be arriving at Earth in 30 minutes. Thank you for flying Screaming Space Shuttler Service. Diablo: ..... Replay. HG Rock, Paper, Scissors. [i]Thusly, one warrior was on his way. His power and superiority with a Katana unmistakeable. This was one of the heros that could save all of known mankind...[/i] HG: You Lose. Diablo: .....[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Ken raised his hand and a small orb of Necromatic energy formed in it.[/i] Ken: Psh.. I could destroy a good part of this town with Anarchy's Redemption. Draco: [b][i]Control your anger and hatred. Dont do anything you would regret.[/i][/b] Ken: Death is merely a transtion to a more powerful state of being. Why fear it? Draco: [b][i]KEN! THERE IS EVIL BREWING THAT COULD DESTROY THE WORLD![/b][/i] Ken: Psh. Why should I really care *throws the necromatic ball down into a man, who instantly rots into a corpse* I should train and destroy Santiago for revenge as a Demon Knight of Lore. You were assigned to me for that mission, and we never undertook it because no one had the Dragoon spirit till now. Draco: [b][i]You must help the others. Only all of you as a whole can be the strongest.[/b][/i] Ken: I never asked to join this field trip out into the wild. All I asked for was the mission to destroy Santiago and the Godservers. I dont give a damn about this weaklings who want to destroy evil. I *am* evil. I am suppose to be the ultimate evil till I got sealed in that damn sphere. Draco: [b][i]Damnit Ken. Just do it.[/b][/i] Ken: Shut up Draco. I'll do as I please. I'm commander of this mission, not you. Draco: [b][i]And I can terminate your life so easily now.[/b][/i] Ken: Hah hah hah hah. Think as you want to... Draco: [b][i]Do it or else I will kill you.[/b][/i] Ken: ... I'll consider your offer... [/color]

[color=crimson]Psh. I'd like to kill my mother, father, and step father before I die. -K[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Ken looked up to the sky, wondering what was going on anymore. He stared back where he had seen the two dragons summon from an unknown person... A strong pulse was coming from his palm, where a black tattoo had suddenly appeared in the shape of a pentagram. It was painful, with blood pouring from the center of the pentagram. He had always been a strange child... Sadistical, Evil, Cold. He had been trying to change recently, but he couldnt. Around him, several Commander Zombies jumped out of the Shadows, surronding him. They all growled, and looked up at a Skeleton that was armed with a Yellow Glowing Katana, with old dented armor.[/i] Skeleton General: Kill the Dragoon. I will go tell Milord the others have become too strong already, and that Etek was slain. Commander Zombies: *nod* Ken: ... Not... the super zombies... a-...gain... cant control my... evil side... [i]Ken looked at the side and let out a yell that could be heard for miles, as his eyes turned to blackness all in them. His hand glowed completely black as his Dragoon spirit was unleashed. Grey armor materialized out of no where, and his longbow flew to his hand... Ken leaned down and placed a hand on the cobblestone street and concentrated...[/i] Ken: HELLFIRE! [i]Beneath Ken, a great rumbleing eminated, and the surface began to crack all over with fissures. Ken leaped up into the sky, and looked downward as a great black dragon arose from the pits of hell. Raising his Bow, Ken took careful aim at the Zombies, which stared upward in anger. Ken took one arrow, and aimed at at the center of the Zombie's....... and yelled. [/i] Ken: ANARCHY'S REDEMPTION [i]At the tip of the arrow, a black ball of necromatic energy appeared and grew to the size of a small boulder. Ken unleashed it, and it sailed down and hit the ground, where the orb smashed and exploded in a small explosion, that olbiterated the immediate nearby buildings, and the Zombies.... Smoke billowed up, filled with the magic waste from the Necromatic energy that was put into it.[/i] --- Ken Level 1 Exp: 0 Killed: 3 Super 'Commander' Zombies. Exp Gained: 65. Magic: Anarchy's Redemption Attack Radius: 8 feet, explosion extends to 12 feet, with shockwave damage to all buildings or otherwise for 30 feet. Skill: 0 Used: Once Skill Gained: 3 Attack Radius: Still the same. --- [i]Ken looked downward and spit at the pitiful creatures that some poor necromancer had summoned. It was unreal how unsatisfying that battle had been for his skill. He hadnt even gained a single ounce of extra Energy he gets from beating better foes. Sigh. I still dont know what is going on. But it was good to finally unleash this Dragoon spirit after holding it back for 18 years. [b]Ken, There are other Dragoons nearby, I sense them[/b][/i] Ken: *looks at Draco* And that effects me in no way whatsoever. Why should I go out on some fool mission to save the world? A little chaos never hurt anyone. Psh. Solve et Coagula, [i]Destroy to Create[/i], is what the ancient race of Demons used to say. Draco: [i][b]I know. I served them. I'm the Demon Dragon, remember? But it is your destiny.[/i][/b] Ken: The only destiny I have is to slay the holy members of the Church at Santiago. Santiago is still the center of the Godservers, and I was born to kill. Not to destroy evil. Maybe i'll serve that evil eventually. Draco: [b][i]You shouldnt destroy Santiago. That would lead the other Dragoons to slay you, and you are not strong. You have not trained yourself well enough to destroy the whole Godserver's capital. You probably couldnt destroy this village much less the Metropolis of Santiago.[/b][/i] [i]Ken's necromatic temper flared, and his magic rose to a state where the other Dragoons could sense it. He turned to Draco and glared at him[/i] Ken: I could destroy this Pitiful village with one orb of necromatic energy. Haha. Draco: [i][b]*snorts* You cant form necromatic energy yet. All you can do is Anarchy's Redemption. Diablos Maximos comes at a 10th level of training. You are only on the first.[/i][/b] Ken: Fine. Draco. Take me over there and I will powerdown to normal state. Grr. I hate your logic. [i]Ken jumped on the back of Draco as he began to fly to where the others were.[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]Blah! I havent been to an illegal street race yet v_v I want to go tho ^_^ But i've seen a few legal street races and I love em. Heh. -K[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Ken walked to a nearby Pub, a short walk from the Marketplace. After everyone had evacuated the Market area, and that monster had attacked him, Ken was left wounded and without any means to clean himself up, so he headed to the closest place where he could get cleaned up. Entering the pub, he nodded a hello to a few people he knew, and walked to the back, and washed his wounds off with water and wrapped them. He sat down and drank a beer slowly, when that strange feeling was drawing him to go back to the market... the same feeling that he had felt when he had gone to that guy's house. Tossing a few coins to the Barkeep, he walked out and headed back to the marketplace...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson][i]The Zombie dove at Ken, claws extended outward. Ken let off a shot, which hit the zombie in the heart, and suprisingly, green blood began to shoot out.[/i] Ken: That's no zombie... That's some sort of Undead creature alright, but it's no Zombie. Some sort of Super Zombie- But with it's added speed and strength, it's gained pain and mortality back. [i]With a loud screech, the undead fiend fell over grasping it's heart, and yanked the arrow out. In a few seconds, the wound closed up with more blackened rotted flesh, and the zombie slowly stood up and glared at Ken[/i] Ken: .... [i]Rearming his Bow, Ken jumped over the booth just before the Zombie tore through where he had been, and growled in frustration. As soon as Ken turned around, the zombie was upon him, and with as much force as it could, punched Ken in the stomach. Flying for 7 feet, then skidding for another 3, Ken slammed into a display, several pottery pieces falling and shattering on him. Slowly getting up, Ken regained his senses, and looked up to see the zombie coming at him again. With a quick kick to the stomach, Ken sent the zombie 4 feet back, through the air, and right into a tree... A loud crack eminating from the zombie's backbone. It yelled in pain, and glanced up with a bloodthirsty look in it's eye. Before it got up with a vengance, Ken begain firing arrow after arrow, as fast as he could into his foes chest and head, trying in what was looking like, vain. It let out a scream, and finally died. Ken held his stomach in pain.. He himself had suffered moderate damage, including several cuts from the sharp pottery. He looked around him, and there were not many people left around the market. He walked to his shop, and took many arrows and stuffed them into his quiver, and turned and walked out of the market area....[/i][/color]

[color=crimson][i]The whole booth started to shake violently, things dropping everywhere, including Ken.Knocked off his chair backwards onto the ground with a loud thud, Ken yelled over the screams coming from the market...[/i] Ken: Earthquake?! Dave: This isnt an Earthquake prone area! That's why we came here reme- [i]Cut off by a loud cracking sound, Dave looked next to the booth... And there was a crack in the earth itself. A fissure, small, but ever growing. Alarmed, Dave stepped back, into a wall of the booth. A hand reached out of the fissure, rotted slightly, with old pieces of clothes hanging off it.[/i] Ken: Dave. Go. Run. Get the hell out of here. Dave: *grabs a backpack and jumps over the counter, looking back once at Ken and then running through the terrified crowd of scattering marketgoers* [i]Jumping up, Ken took his longbow, and raised it, arrow aimed right at the fissure. He waited for a few seconds, as the hand grasped the ground and lifted the rest of the body up. The zombie looked around both ways, and turned to Ken. With a growl it charged at him with suprising speed for such a creature...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]"Disce quasi semper victurus; vive quasi cras moriturus." "They always want to hear...an objective conference on 'The Theatre and the Plague', and I want to give them the experience itself, the plague itself, so they will be terrified, and awaken.... I want to awaken them. They do not realize "they are already DEAD". -- Antonin Artaud "A small body of determined spirits, fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission, can alter the course of history." -- MAHATMA GANDHI "Death only comes to those who dont want it." "Jesus is dead. Get over it." "[b]Solve et coagula[/b]." -K[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Off in the distance, a bright light shone out, then disappeared. Blinking in confusion, Ken glanced over at Dave, who didnt seem to have noticed it at all. Slapping Dave on the shoulder lightly with the back of his hand and pointing to where he had seen the light with his other hand, Ken glanced at Dave and asked...[/i] Ken: Did you see something out there? Dave: Something? Like what kind of something? Ken: Eh. A bright flash of light. Like metal reflecting in the sun, but a bit brighter. Dave: Bright flash of light? I didnt see anything like that. Ken: That couldnt have been my imagination... I clearly saw a glint off of something out there. Dave: Psh. Focus on your work, not on your hallucinations. Ken: I did see something. Dave: Well maybe you did, but what's the big deal? That could be anything. A 'bright flash of light' isnt anything to fret over. Coustomer: Excuse Me, Sir? I have a question about this piece of merchandise right here... [i]With that, Dave looked up and started conversing with the prospective coustomer, and Ken just shook his head. He had seen something, hadnt he? Maybe on his lunch break in a few hours, he could check it out. Somewhat satisfied with that choice, he shrugged it off for the time being.[/i][/color]

[color=crimson][i]Walking into the market place, Ken immediately headed for his small shop that sold Archer's wares. He had been crafting bows for a long while, and was an expert at it by now. He had been trained with a bow, albeit it a small amount, he was still a good fighter. Leaning back, he glanced around again, still feeling a bit worried that whoever had attacked that man's house, was still about.[/i] Dave: Hey Ken, you look worried, everything alright? [i]Breaking out of his nervous trance, Ken looked up at his old friend, and partner in their small weapons manufacturing enterprise. Nodding slowly, he opened a drawer and took out some white cloth.[/i] Dave: Eh. If you're sure. *points to wound* What'd you do now? Ken: Some freak attacked a guy's house, then attacked me. *shrugs* Dont ask me. [i]Pulling up his sleeve, Ken carefully wrapped the wound around several times, and tied a knot with the cloth, ripping the rest apart with a small dagger that was nearby.[/i] Ken: You know what was weird? Dave: What? Beside the freak? *smirks* Ken: I was driven to go to that house for no apparent reason, it's way out of my way here... Eh... Dave: Dont look at me, you're the weirdo who did it. Ken: Blah. Shut up and let's get to work. [i]Grabbing an arrowhead and a long finely crafted Arrowbase, Ken began to carefully construct his craft.[/color][/i]

[color=crimson]If you really want to commit suicide, dont tell anyone, and just do it. Otherwise, like me, they'll put you on antidepressents and crap like that. There is no sin in Self murder, but others want to stop you for stupid reasons. Just do it before anyone tries to 'help' and end up hurting you more -__- -K[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by SSJGoten [/i] [B]yes, but lets say......they steal money from you because they needed it wihtout asking you. Would you still trust them? If we trust people why do we have wars? Why do people murder people if theres trust? [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]There's no sin in Murder. Lol. And yes, I would still trust them. Because I know i've screwed up a few times with them, and everyone deserves extra chances, or else we would all have no friends because of how much we f*ck up. -K[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Standing at the door was a tall young man, wearing a black baggy shirt that had a rip in it's sleeve, with an open wound behind it. He looked up at Sirven, wincing slightly from the pain.[/i] Ken: I have no idea who you are, but are you alright? I saw the arrow shoot into your house while I was walking. I yelled out to the stranger who shot the arrow, but he turned and attacked me as well. Thankfully, the arrow only grazed me, but I dont know if he is still around here or not. [i]Turning, Ken glances around cautiously, trying to avoid getting another wound in him, and turns back staring at Sirven's face, which seems to be locked in a face of disbeif and anger.[/i] Ken: Er. Well. I was just seeing if you were ok. I guess i'll be going. [i]Leaning down beside the door, Ken picks up a longbow and slings it over his shoulder, and then does the same with a small pack of Arrows, and turns to leave...[/i][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Anna [/i] [B]3. Does this type of guy even exist? [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]I think I exist... last time I checked I existed... ----- 1. What is the true purpose for Mankind as whole? As a single person, I dont care what my purpose is, but as for the flow of constant sinning from Mankind, what is it's purpose? 2. Are demons truely exisitant, and if so, can they fully manifest in human form? Or is what the Bible says about them losing the power to fully manifest into a human form true, and they can only appear as a shadowy misty figure? 3. When Joshua said "Sun stand still!" and supposedly the sun stood still, and the day kept going intill the Isrealites won the battle, What occured? -K[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by SSJGoten [/i] [B]But can you ever REALLY trust someone? I dont believe you can.[/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]If you don't, then how would you live? Technically you trust people constantly. You trust the people at your Internet Service Provider to do keep your internet up. You trust the Electric Company to keep juice flowing, you trust the paperboy to deliver your newspaper for you. And when the people fail to do this, you get mad, or complain to the head of the company. ;P Trusting people as a true friend is not a neccesary thing, but when you do, and they trust you back, you have a true ally for all that life can throw at you. -K[/color]

[color=crimson]I loved the amount of Characters. ^_^ You could form any kind of team you wanted. And the story ruled. The only thing I disliked was how easy the game was. o_o;; -K[/color]

[color=crimson]Survival of the Fittest. But it really does occur too often, but at least I know I have several true friends here. I have to admit that I use people alot, but I feel no regret for it really. It's a fun thing to do, and I only do it to people I dislike. If ya get to know me though, I doubt i'd use ya. Heh. -K[/color]

[color=crimson]I'm the same IRL folks. Brash, Blunt, Comedic, and a complete Idiot. Yeap... I'm a freak. :bluesweat -K[/color]