9mm Avenger

Yes...I do like the look of pot leaves...Only for the look..:shifty:

Pot. I would plant marjiwana. I've always wanted one of those huge ones. Either that, or a pear tree...Pears do grow on tress on right?!

I have just a few things to say. As a maple-syrup-sucking-fur-trapping-canoe-riding-igloo-living-living-in-Canadian, I have never liked Americans, Bush above all. Why? A good reason is: Stop refering to us as "America Jr", "Canuck Land", or whatever you call us. Also, your not as good as u think you are. People die everyday, more than they do in Canada from shooting, drugs, etc. Now, those things happen here, but we try to do something about them. You turn a blind-eye because owning guns is your public right. Fine. But don't sell them to people with a crminal record, thats just asking for trouble. Bush, despite my loathings of him, I have to admit, he has handled 9/11 well. However, going to Afgan and blasting the s***t out of everything, inlcuding OUR forces who are there to help, dosen't help! But whatever. Your war. If it was up to me, Canada woulden't help. I admit that 9/11 was horrible, but thats your problem. You only strike back when it's in YOUR intrest. World War II? Pearl Harbour? Thats when you entered the war. Never for the good of others. [b]I don't want a big rant by some patriot here saying: "U Canadians belong to us! You suck!" or something like that. Canada is a free country, like yours. My opinion. I can express it.[/b]

[i]The Tech snaps Warlock's left leg casing shut, and begins working on the right leg.[/i] Warlock:Like you? Wily bot? Max:Like I said, never mind...Wrong word. [i]Marth comes back on line..[/i] Marth:My shell is being recast later, so I'm reactivated for the time being. What do we do about that bot?

*sigh*...third time i've redone this... Name:Marth Rigfield Age:20 Species:Human Homeworld:Chiss Weapon:Blaster Rifle, black, with a slightly faded dull red scope. Modified to the maximum extent, the kill setting is strong enough to blow open doors, but drains very fast. Marth also own a lightsaber he inherited from his Jedi father. It has a creamy-orange color, with a silver hilt and cobalt blue-grip Alliance:Neutral Ship:Incom T-65AC4 X-Wing Space Superiority Fighter, also trained to fly Sinear Fleet System's TIE Interceptor [i]Note:For those unfimiliar with the new T-65AC4 X-Wing, this is how it goes. At 15 m long, it is 2.5 m longer than the T-65. This space adds one more proton torpedo to the tubes, for a total of 7 per tube, 14 in total. The space also makes a new sublight system, so the T-65AC4 can reach the speed an A-Wing can, although it is highly unstable. It's crusing speed is equal to a TIE fighter, a substantial improvment. The lasers have remained the same, although the cooling component is upgraded, allowing for faster shot cycles.[/i] Force capabilities:None. Description:The typical roughish pilot. Dark green eyes, about 6 feet in height, black hair, and a scar going down his right arm. Normally dressed in his pilot's flight suit, but sometimes wears a black jacket, white shirt, and black jeans. Not overly muscled, but definetly ripped. Marth's un-scared arm has an assortment of tattoos, a ritual for outlaw gangs on his home-planet. Background/Bio:Marth, raised on the planet Chiss by a Chiss family, definetly has strong characteristics of that species. A incrediably good pilot, Marth also posesses a strong scence of leadership and athority, and respects only those who have earned it. Marth came into the bounty hunting scene shortly after Boba Fett's "death" when Marth was 17 years old. His scar is from trying to defelect a blaster bolt, which only a Jedi can acomplish. He hit himself with the saber, parting his skin. Scence then, Marth only uses the saber to open doors and in vibro-blade fights. His lack of respect for those he considers "unworthy" has often given him off as disrespectful and hot-tempered as a Wookie. Other:Marth has a girlfriend on Chiss, and she's his only weakness...

[i]All of the sudden, the door explodes, and Marth and his squad rushes in[/i] Marth:All right, freeze!*stares, and sees Siren about to kill the man*Um..Not what I expected. Man:*gurgles*Help..please... [i]The sound of twenty Mp5-NAVYs being cocked fills the room, and Marth glares at the three[/i] Marth:I want an explination. First I hear reports of a domestic disturbance, this man attacking that woman..Then when I get here, I see you, Siren, about to kill him. Siren:How do you know me?! Marth:Your in the NYPD super-human file! Now, about that explination..

[i]Marth runs to where Warlock is being re-paired, and looks down at him, seeing his leg-surcitry exposed[/i] Marth:Wo! Put some pants on!*recoils in mock-horror* Warlock:*sigh*I'm going to have you reprogrammed. Marth:What was it that attacked me?! Omega:A Zero-type robot. Slightly confused. Marth:Only slightly? That thing pierced my armor... Tech:Well, lay down on that table...I'll have a look. [i]As the tech looked over Marth, Warlock turned to look at Omega[/i] Warlock:What do we do about it? Omega:I have no clue. [i]As the two become silent, Marth's eyes become blank as he is shut down, and a black blast-shield extends over his face[/i] Omega:He's getting a whole body re-design. Warlock:About time. Can't stand looking at his hair anymore.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B] Yes, i almost run over children in the road every day...... but those aren't accidents.... BWAHAHA! [/B][/QUOTE] Some how, that comes as no suprise to me...

[i]The Liberty Island Ferry Depot..[/i] Marth:I'm telling you for the last time...Stop, or we will be forced to take you down! ???:No one takes down The Fire Wall! [i]Just as Fire Wall was about to shoot another jet of flame, a small bang! erupted from Marth's M4A1, catching Wall in the chest. He toppled backwards, falling into the water[/i] Marth:Correction...No one but me. Corpral! Call in a extraction team!*Marth wwalks into the heavily armoured APC, and starts the vehicle. The rest of the squad boils in, and he roars back to the station..* [i]4 hours later, at Marth's apratment building..[/i] [i]Marth shoves the key into it's lock, and with a click that could wake the damned, he shoved the door open, and threw his gear onto his old couch. Walking past a human-shaped punching bag so warped out of shape by countles beating, Marth grabs a beer, and sits down on the couch beside his gear. The neighbours above were shouting again. He wished the building tenant still allowed him to fire a round into their apartment with his pistol...That usually shut them up. Turning on the TV, the only thing of value in his two-room apartment, he saw Fire Wall being led twords a waiting pick-up vehicle, ready to be shipped off to Riker's Island, now nicknamed "Freak-Land" by those baised politicians. Of course, none of that mattered, now that those Halloween-Shall-Never-End anarchists came into town, and royally screwed everything over. By now, Marth finished his beer, and fell asleep on the couch.[/i]

ooc:This happens right before Choas leaves the base [i]In Armoury Room...[/i] Marth:What's all that banging?! [i]As Marth steps out into the hall, Chaos flashes past him, and Marth feels a sudden burning slash across his chest[/i] Marth:Ugh!*falls over*Man..What was that? It was fast...*looks down at chest*Oh man...It slashed right through my new Combat Armor, and my titanium shell...Strong, to.

Looks like this is off to a great start..:rolleyes: Name:Marth Rigfield Age:26 Hero Name:None. Super Powers:None, although he is a very good shot with anything that shoots bullets. Height:6 feet four Bio:As park of the NYPD, Marth Rigfield's job is to lead his squad into taking down any "freaks" that pop up. Although they are supposed to be enemies, Spider is his main ally. Description:Looks like a NAVY SEAL when in battle uniform, but it says "NYPD ANTI-SUPERHUMAN FORCE" When not in battle gear, he wears a black tank top, jeans, and has spiked blonde hair. Personality:A befits a leader, he is cool, calm and collective.

Ah, Episode II. Attack of the clones. Did you know, the [i]Victory[/i]-Class Star Destroyer was introduced to the Old Rebublic after the Clone war as the most advanced ship of it's day? After being replaced by the [i]Imperial[/i]-Class Star Destroyer many years later, this once powerful Star Destoyer has found itself assigned to planetary defence, and Outer Rim patrols. Sorry, just some info overload.

*sigh* America is so far behind in music....And the 'Techno Trend'? Bleh! bleh bleh bleh! I hate Techno. Which brings me to the next thing. America is has such poor quality music...(Eminem...Slim Shady...Marshal Mathers[whatever] Dr.Dre, Snoop Dog)Are all bad examples of music. They don't play thier own instruments, have poor singing voices, and their vocabulary consists of all the words no decent person would say. Shock sells. I hate rap, too. Rarely, some good bands make it out of the sess-pool of American music. Green Day...Um...Sum 41, Swollen Members are Canadian(not Green Day)but anyways. We have out own type of music, and burning a country about it's choices don't do any good. Do what I do. Don't listen to the radio.

Marth:I've had enough of this! [i]Marth charges his Buster until he cant hold it any more, and lets it fly. A huge energy bolt shoots bast Fire, exploding above him.[/i] Fire:Missed! Now it's my turn! And...WHAT? NOOOO! [I]a whole section of the cave wall falls on Fire, crushing him. Nova looks over.[/i] Nova:Nice plan.. [i]Before Marth can reply, Metools fall out of the hole he blasted, falling on his head[/i] Marth:OW! %^$%ing Metools...

Good luck Rick....

[i]Marth brought his fighter in a downward spiral, similar to Abob's but more under control. Squints and eyeballs scattered out his path, and he blazed away with his laser cannons, slicing the hatch off one squint, and the pilot's arms sprouted out of the hole, waving around. To Marth's suprise, one eyeball pilot blasted the helpless squint out of the vacumm, and sent it's fragmented parts spriraling twords Bastion[/i] Marth:What the hell? [i]Feeling outraged that one pilot would do that to another, Marth angled his ship and raced after the guilty eyeball[/i] Marth:Baal, lable that TIE. I don't want to loose it.*Baal tootles a question*I'm just pissed, that all. [i]Marth started to roll his fighter, making it difficult for the Imps to get locks on him. The TIE climbed hard, and Marth followed at a slight angle above it. Marth rolled his X-Wing around, so the top left laser cannon was centered directly on the TIE. The TIE, almost supernaturally, twirled in the vacumm, and climbed high left, still whirling like a top.[/i] Marth:He's good.... [i]Marth closed his S-foils, increasing his ship's speed, bringing him close to the TIE. Snapping open his S-foils, he popped off a quick quad-burst, catching the eyeball on the left Ion drive. The TIE whirled out of control, spinning so fast, the inertia ripped the ship and pilot apart[/i] Marth:Serves him right...I would think even the Imps have more respect for each other... [i]Marth brought his ship back to the battle...[/i]

ooc:Um...I don't think a replimaster would ge down that easy, DBZman. -------------------- [i]Marth and Nova, still fighting Fire, have problems of their own[/i] Nova:With that flame buster, we can't get near him! Marth:I know! He's got good armor, too! We must have hit him with everything we have, and he still dosen't go down! Nova:*closes eyes*I know.....It's just that we [i]need to beat him![/i] Marth:*stands ridgid*Attack mode alpha-two-foxtrot-niner. [i]Marth leaps up from hiding, his buster roaring, hitting Fire with everything. Fire falls backwards, but gets up again, and shoots Marth back down[/i] Nova:What was that? Marth:I don't know..

X-Wing vs TIE Fighter! WOOTWOOT! *smak himself upside the head* Ow...That, and skateboards.

[i]Marth the mighty Paladin drew his sword, and waved it in the air, tracing the oxygen around him with holy energies[/i] Marth:If you still want to fight, deamon... Deamon:I do...Paladin. I will kill you, and eatssss you brainsssss...*licks it's lips* Marth:Then have at thee, heretical abomination! [i]The deamon lept at Marth, and Marth brought up his buckler, and the deamon wrapped itself around it. Swinging his sword to hold it in a dagger posistion, Marth swung it downwards, smashing through the deamon's skull. Flesh parted and blood flowed, and the deamon's eyes rolled back into it's skull, and blood gushed from it's nose and mouth. It's grip on Marth's shield slackened, and Marth flung it into a rock out-cropping, smashing it's frail yet deadly body.[/i] Marth:*sheaths sword*To easy... [i]Suddenly, all around Marth, a frantic gibiring got lowder, and lowder, until masses of Fallen covereged on him, lead by a gross miscunduct of nature.[/i] Marth:A challenge...

Man, to bad he was banned. I wanted to give him such a s***t load about being racist. It's a disgusting plauge(it dosen't even deserve the word disease). I have no problem with gay people. I'm not gay myslef, but I know people who are. And they happen to be the best bass playing-skateboarding sons of guns I ever knew. Hell, not many people even knows he's gay..And for one reason. He's actually scared of people like the stupid mother f****r who posted this dumb a*s topic. Theres nothing wrong with gay people, although I do have objections about sharing a university dorm-room with them(mild homphobia) there all cool to hang around with. And as with most straight teenagers I know, I have no objections to lesbiens(yes, I am a pig. I don't need further comments about it). So anyways, I think I got my point across. It's people like the jacka*s who posted this topic that make this world a bad place. I'm more poen minded now than ever, and I think there's nothing wrong with being gay. And if the bible says it's wrong, why is there homosexuality? Isn't that a bit hipocritical of God?(another reason why I'm an atheist). In fact, alot of the things the bible says is wrong exist, and is part of everyday life, like it or not. And another point, what the f**k is wrong with Harry Potter? But still...I find it disgusting that this kind of prejeduce is even allowed to grace the screens of the good, open-minded people who post here. It sickens me that the time where racists had to where goofy pointed hats and bear the scorn of good peolple everywhere are gone. It just sickens me.

[i]As soon as the New Republic entered the system, they began to pound the Interdictor Cruiser, as it would fall first because it's shields had to be down for it's projectors to work.[/i] Marth:Rogue Leader to [i]Home One[/i]. What are you doing here, Admiral? Ackbar:We were on our way back to Coruscant from Kuat when that Intradictor cruiser pulled us out of hyperspace. Looks like you could use some help. Marth:My Rogues can handle a few greasy Imps, but it is appreaciated. Ackbar:Then keep those fighters off our back while we take car of the capital ships. Marth:As ordered.*switches Comm frequincy*Okay Rogues. We have to keep those TIEs off the Admiral's back. Lets go. [i]As the acknolagements fileld the comm, Marth formed up with Jana flying wing, and shot into the Imp forces.[/i] Abob:Lead! You got a eyeball on your tail! Marth:Thanks. I'll take care of it. Keep on the attack. [i]Marth began to climb, and the eyeball followed him. Marth cut his engines, and began a dive, rolled his ship, and climbed up behind the Imp. He centered his target piece on the Imp, waiting for it to avoid him. When it didn't, he pulled off.[/i] Marth(thinking):Just a kid on his first mission. I'll give him the break. Tursi:Lead! I register dupes at 2 klicks! Marth:Thanks. Abob, can you handle a few greasy dupes? Abob:I'll dust 'em off. Don't worry about it. Marth:All right. Keep those TIEs from making runs at that Corvette.

[i]A couple sceonds later, an Iterdictor Cruiser and a Vicstar(vicotry-call star destroyer) hopped into the system to the help the Impstar[/i] Marth:All right! This looks like a heated battle is forming. Abob:Permission to lead the attack? Marth:Thats a negative. If we want to get out alive, we need to take that gravity monster. Any volunteers? [i]The TIEs reached Rogue Squadron, and they split. These waves of TIE were good, no denying. This was going to be tough..[/i]

Boy, TN can suck the fun out of many things............. But yeah, that episode was funny. And on a little side note from me, I'm trying to quit smokin' the wacky tobacy. Hope it works..

I live in my attic/basement...(it's wierd, don't ask). In my room, I have my drums, electric guitar, acoustic, bass, a turntable, a tv, a gamecube, a mini ramp and a grinding rail(both made by me). It's also a [i]huuuuge[/i] mess. But my parents never go up there. So it's all good.

About my questions: 4. Sorry, I ment Slave 2. Sorry...Sorry. But BG got it. 2. BG and Son Goten got it. 1. Nicknames...Still waiting. And the bonus question:Porkins had his internal compensator at full, and didn't realize he wasn't pulling up. The internal compensator is used to douse gravatic affects such as black-out, red-outs, loss of blood, dizzyness, ect. it also gives the pilot false info if the ship is going to fast. And BG is right about Dash Rendar's ship. It is a YT-2400 Corillian Engineering Frieghter. Hmm...Mabey my questions were a bit easy...I'll think up harder ones.