DeathKnight

[color=crimson]Ken: What's with today... *looks up at the ceiling* **** you too god... [i]Ken punched the wall as hard as he could, a hole now standing where he punched. He kicked the wall and cursed out loud.[/i] Ken: Why is everything so ****ing hard, why is everyone so ****ing dead inside, why does no one ****ing care?! WHAT THE **** IS THIS ALL FOR! ****! [i]Ken punched the wall again, as hard as he could...[/i] Ken: This is not my life... This is not my home... This is not me.... I hate this... My god, my god... why have you forsaken me... [i]Ken drew his knife silently, his back turned to Warlock. He held it to his wrist and was ready to slit it when he remembered Narna. He stopped and put his knife up, and walked down the hall to where Narna's room was. She was awake...[/i] Ken: Hey Kid, You feeling better? Narna: FLUFFY!!! Ken: Eheh. Hi kid... [i]The two began to talk...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]*watches neil blow up everything around them in a firery mess* .... *coughs smoke anime style* .... Mmms. It wasnt that funny.... *coughs more smoke* -.-'[/color]

[color=crimson]Sorry for not posting in a bit, but can someone please tell me where the heck I am? o.0'[/color]

[color=crimson][i]The sound of Apache and Transport helicopters suddenly erupted into everyone's ears, as over head they flew. A loud speaker was heard from the Helicopters....[/i] Helicopters: THIS IS THE UNITED STATES ARMY! ALL CLIVLIANS IN THE NEW YORK AREA PLEASE EVACUATE! I REPEAT... [i]Ken ran through the streets, his feet pounding against the ground. The pounding of his feet didnt nearly match the pounding of his heart, as he knew how many would die... or be reborn as hideous freaks... Determined not to let anything of the sort occur, Ken turned a corner searching for any armed person to help him in his quest to save the fall of New York to Shock. He continued running, but slowed down, hearing a scrapeing noise behind him. He looked back and there a massive terror stood. It... yes, 'it', you couldnt tell what it was... It was 9 feet tall. It was horribly mishapen, and was colored Red. It had massive tumors all over it's body, which had caused it to expand to such a size, the ground shook with it's steps. It had two large bloodshot eyes that stuck out of the writhing slimy flesh. Ken stepped back and felt whatever little amounts of food left in his stomach coming up. He hurled, and continued stareing. It wasnt that it was disgusting... Even though it was. It was just the thought of the pain and torment a man, woman, or child even, had to go through. The tumorous beast, hulked foreward, and Ken's soldier skills took over. He opened fire, and the bullets sang through the air. They punctured the creatures skin, and brownish-red blood oozed out. 'It' didnt seem too dazed, and took another giagantic step foreward[/i] Ken: Now... I have a problem... I knew this mission wasnt worth the raise... oi... [i]Ken ran back, still opening fire, more blood oozed out, leaving a smell that made him choke. He pulled out a grenade and threw it, and with a [i]Plop[/i] It entered the creatures skin, being absorbed.[/i] Ken: Now, I have a bigger problem. [i]Ken ran foreward, hearing no explosion. He found a water hydrant, and took a nearby sledgehammer from a locksmith shop and pounded it off. A spray of water erupted up. He shook his head...[/i] Ken: How that helps, I dont know. -__-'... [i]Ken looked back, and the creature was gone.[/i] Ken: HOW DO YOU DISAPPEAR WHEN YOU ARE A 9FT TALL TUMOROUS... THING? [i]Ken's answer was the Locksmith shop's front bursting open, and a loud roar. Ken stepped back and saw the creature growing with the water splattering on it. Soon it was 12 feet tall, and very ugly.[/i] Ken: ****! [i]Ken jumped back a few times as the monsters hand came down and slammed into the pavement. A crack ripped right down the street under Ken.[/i] Ken: ITS AN DEADSET IN RPGS! EVERY BIG BAD MONSTER HAS ONE WEAKNESS! RIGHT? [i]A roar erupted out...[/i] Ken: .... wrong.... **** [i]Ken ran back and erupted more fire, hopeing the monster would somehow just DIE...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson][i]Ken ran down the streets, oulling out his satellite veiwer. He turned it to infra red and zoomed in on the surronding area. In the sewers below, dozens of lifeforms crawled, ran, or scurried about, heading for Time Square. Ken shook his head and began to run, his assult rifle drawn. Two members of his team came out from the side streets, Ken glanced at them and arched an eyebrow[/i] Ken: And where the **** were you when the rats were chasing me? Come on Jordan! What bout you Nelly? -___- Jordan: Sorry Sir. We were... Er, dealing with some other problems. Nelly: We woulda come sooner sir. Jordan: Yea. What she said. Ken: Whatever. Come on. We're headed in their direction... [i]Ken pointed on the Sattelite Veiwer, showing the lifeforms still heading to Time Square. Ken looked down at the ground and listened carefully. Various screams and yells faintly came out, and Ken shook his head...[/i] Ken: Jordan, Nelly- Go to Time Square and Stop Them From Killing Every Soul In Sight. I'm going to go find anyone with a gun, sword, fists... any type of weapon... Good Luck. [i]Ken ran off, headed in the direction of where Lidan and Drake were...[/i][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]Hey.....I'll be mostly "nice" in this RPG.....comeon....give me a chance to prove it.[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]You ALMOST fooled me... Haha... Good one... Keke... :cross: You werent kidding? Oops o.0 [/color]

[color=crimson]Tight. Definately tight. Cash. Ooooo..... :confuse2: Even tighter... :cross: [/color]

[color=crimson]Football I'm the Tackle..... dummie [/color] [SIZE=1][FONT=century gothic][COLOR=crimson]added the dummie for a joke, u left yourself open for it--kuja[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [color=crimson]-________-... Funny...[/color] [SIZE=1][FONT=century gothic][COLOR=crimson]dude get off my color!!! and yes it was funny you have to admit that (or suffer the wrath of my fiances mod rod that i now have *evil laugh*--kuja[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE]

[color=crimson]Name: Ken Age: 15 Gender: Male. Occupation: Bar Tender Appearance: 6 feet tall, black hair, looks strong. Needed a job, so began bartending at 'The Shooting Star'. Black jeans, black shirt, black sunglasses. Weapons: Fists, Pistol. Skillz: Martial Arts, Knife Fighting, and SharpShooting with a Pistol[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Ken looked back. The rats were still coming. He threw the boy behind him and yelled, "[b]RUN!!!! GOOOOOO![/b]" Ken jumped up to a ladder wich lead to a fire escape. He began running up the stairs on the side of the building, and heard the rats doing the same under him. He pulled out his pistol and shot down when he could, continueing his ascent. He broke the window into a vacant room and ran through the rooms to the front door and kicked it down. He looked back and saw one rat's filthy mutated head peak up in the window. It looked into the room, sniffing, and then spotted Ken. It let out a scream. Ken didnt wait around any longer. He tore down the hallway, and raised his pistol as a rat appeared at the doorway. He continued pumping out the lead... then... [b]click... click... click...[/b][/i] Ken: ****** SON OF A *****! [i]Ken ran into a nearby stairwell and ran downwards. He heard the sounds of semi auto fire from above, He nodded...[/i] Ken: Good, the other teams were in place after all.... [i]Ken ran out the door to the first floor and raised his pistol. It was quiet... Eeirly quiet... Ken crept foreward, his eyes darting around the well light area. He walked out into a front area, where a Man was turned watching TV behind the front desk. Ken guessed it was a hotel and approached the man.[/i] Ken: Excuse me Sir bu- Man: Grggharh.... Ken: ..... Sir? [i]The man turned around, and Ken stepped back and raised his pistol.. The man's face was brown, rotted and decaying. His eye balls were dangling downward, and his tongue was bleeding, the stream of blood falling over the rotting flesh of his face onto a pool on the floor[/i] Ken: ....... Alright.... [i]Ken raised his pistol and fired several shots, the man fell over dead. His body decayed in a matter of seconds, and the smell in the air almost made Ken loose whatever lunch he had left after reveiwing the already known things Shock did to experiments. Ken walked out of the motel, and looked around....[/i] Ken: Where's the rest of my team? The infestion has begun... WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE? [i]Only the sounds of the city, and some gun fire were Ken's reply....[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]I guess i'll start it up.[/color]

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[color=crimson]Name: Ken Age: 13 Gender: Male Bio: Born somewhere near rocket town, son of the weapon shop man who loved guns. Appearance: Silver Hair, black eyes. Wears black baggy pants, and a blue shirt. Weapon: Shotgun Limit: Magic Ammo- [does a random level 1-2 materia spell (Fire, Fire2, Ice, Ice2, Etc.][Excludes Ultima, Any other Spell that does really heavy damage at level one/two, and Summons] [Damages all][/color]

[color=crimson]NeoGeo BioTech Corp. Location: New York, New York, United States of America. Formed in the early 90's, NeoGeo is the leading BioTech Research Group In The World. Their Ceo, 'Shock' Anderson, is a billonare. The corperation researches all fields of Biological Experimentation. They Bring Cures To Diseases, They Researched and Stopped the AIDs Epidemic One Year Ago In 2002. They seem like the best defense for Humanity against diseases. But that is only a covering for a pandora's box. Deep within the level 6 Secruity Lab Resides the First Human Biological Experiments. Driven by insainity, Shock has begun to release Human Biological Experiments Into New York, to see how the specimens do in 'Real Life Conditions'. The government had known about this, and within minutes of Shock's release of the first Specimens, Several SWAT Teams Were Dispatched to The Lab.They were last seen screaming and yelling as their flesh expanded several times, tumors erupting all over their skin. They transformed into walking Monsters, and promptly consumed and ate the Female News Reporter that Had Just Arrived. In New York, The very first specimens are in the alleys. The general public hasnt been warned, due to the death of anyone who steps close to the compound. Within one hour of the release of the speciments, A lone Teenager walks. He is dressed in ragged clothes, and he looks upward into the cloudy night sky. [i]Dink... dink dink.....[/i] The boy freezes. Boy: Mugger...? [i]The boy looks around, cautiously. A tin can rolls out from a nearby pile of debries. He looks at the can, and to the pile. A pair of glowing red eyes stare back at him. The boy screams and runs, and out of the pile of garbage, and giant rat like animal 7 feet tall jumps out. It stares after the kid, who runs, scared out of his mind. He glances back, and the rat lets out a bone chilling cry. He looks at the boy as he flees, and drools in hunger. On all fours, the mutant human rat creature runs down the alley, as the kid trips. The kid flips over in fear, looking as the rat comes closer and closer. The rat skids to a halt infront of the boy and raises it's claws. Tha rat seems to smirk, and prepares to rip the boy's organs out. From behind the boy semi auto fire erupts out, hitting the craeutre several times. It lets out a cry, it's gaze readjusting upward, past the boy. In full body armor, camoflauged, is a man around 20 year of age. He has an assult rifle of some kind, and looks at the rat[/i] Man: I hate rats... [i]The man opens fire, the rat shakeing as lead is pumped into it. It falls backwards dead. The man runs foreward and grabs the boy and hauls him down the alley[/i] Boy: WHO in the **** are you? AND WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT THING? Man: Kenneth Howell. United States Army. And that my friend, is the start of a long war.... Boy: War? [i]A rumbling noise was heard from behind as Ken stopped and glanced back for a second. Around a mile down from their postion, dozens of those human/rat creatures jumped out. KEn stared for a second...[/i] Ken: This was not in the ****ING JOB DISCRIPTION!... WHERE IS MY BACK UP? [i]Ken turned and began to sprint down the alley, the mutant humans ever gaining....[/i] ---- Name: Age: Height: Military: [yes no] [If yes, what kind... Army... Air Force... SEALs...] Weapons: Appearance: Bio: [Note... some people will start as my back up against the rats if they're military... keke...] ---- Name: Ken Age: 21 Height: 6'5 Military: Yes - Army Core Weapons: Standard M16, Uzi, and 4 Grenades. Also has a Bowie Knife. Appearance: Black hair, Black eyes. Large feet, size 18 or so, and very tall. When in civilian clothes, usually wears a blue shirt with black jeans. Bio: Born in Brownsville, TX. Has a southern accent, and is filled with pride for the south. At age 18 entered the Army. Alerted of a special mission 15 hours ago, and was sent quickly to New York, Where he was Briefed. He accepted the mission, and selected his weapons. Followed his GPS to an Alley, Where A strange LifeForm was....[/color]

[color=crimson]Name: Shock Jones Age: 15 Call Sign: X2 Height: 6'5 Expertise: Support Craft Piloting, Guning of both the Capital Ship and Support craft. Preferred Crew Postion: Any Postion dealing with Gunning. Period. Appearance: Siver Hair, large muscles. Has a scar along his left face, from fight a few years back. Pretty average looking... Equipment: Pistol. Civlian Clothes: Blue shirt, Black jeans. Gold Cross. Bio: Anarchist. Has the most extreme Support Craft piloting ever seen, thus his Call Sign. He is a master at ships weaponry, having worked at a hangar since he was a small boy.... Anti Social, doesnt talk his reasons for leaving. He can be pretty insane at times, much like his father, Ken, was....[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Son Goten [/i] [B] but i consider the confederate flag a symbol of racisim. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Lies. Living in Texas, I wear the Confederate flag because I am full of pride for the south.. And I am part Black. Mainly white, but part black none the less. The confederate flag mearely shows the spirit southerners have. [/color]

[color=crimson][i]Ken sat in his quarters, heavy metal blaring out. He had his eyes closed, and was chilling. It had been a month after the mission, and he was very bored. The boss had given the last few jobs to other teams, and Ken was waiting patiently for the day the boss would call.[/i] Ken: Alrighty... ... ... ... Bored... [i]Ken jumped out of his bed. He wondered how Narna was doing. She was in the hospital and he decided to go check up on her... After some walking, going down a few floors, more walking, a quick chat with a friend, and a drink from a water fountain, Ken walked into the infrimary unit. At the same time on the opposite side of the infirmary, Neil walked out for his drink...[/i] Ken: Yes, I was looking for a little girl named Narna. What room is she in? Nurse: Room 101A... Ken: How about Neil? Room number? Nurse: 105B. Ken: Aight thanks. [i]Ken walked down the hall to the closer of the two rooms, 105B and stepped in to find he wasnt there.[/i] Ken: Eh? Neil? *scratches head* Nurse musta given me the wrong room number. I'll check back after I see how the kid is doing. [i]Ken walked out, and walked the few more rooms to 101A. He walked in and looked in to see Narna sleeping[/i] Ken: *freezes instantly* *whispers* Dont wanna wake her up... :drunk:... *Turns around quietly... * *tip toes out* [i]Once outside, Ken scratched his head[/i] Ken: Well. I wonder how much of the crew is here?.. I guess I should go check. [i]Ken headed back to the nurses station[/i][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by BabyGirl [/i] [B][color=deeppink](::cough::

[color=crimson]It's one of those things I feel will either be really really great... Or suck completely..[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Gold_Angewomon [/i] [B]WE WON!!! WE WON!! WOO HOO!!!!!! :D Canada got the gold! ^^ Yesss!!! :) *smiles and parades around, carrying a Canadian flag*[/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]*drinks a beer with an emotionless expression* *glances up at britty* -___- *gaze falls and he stares into space, emotionless, and drinking*[/color]

[color=crimson]I was born in 1988 o_O... I was a tad bit young....[/color]

[color=crimson]Meet everyone on the boards eh?... You gots a ways to go.... A long long long ways to go.... o_O....[/color]

[color=crimson]Listening to Heavy Metal while looking at images on the net... and no... not porno... Pictures of bloodied people... Yea... i'm insane... and skitzo.. and wahtever else...[/color]

[color=crimson]Name: Flaw Age: 18 Bio: Silent and cunning, works for whoever has the cash... currently not working under any gang... Favorite color is black Description: Large baggy black jeans, large black shirt, and a trenchcoat. Wears a black cross... Black hair, and black eyes... Weapon of choice: Shotgun. Vehicle of Choice: None...[/color]

[color=crimson]USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA USA *chants* cough. Yea. o_O...[/color]