9mm Avenger

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Marth chewed on an apple that Lethe had pulled from her rucksack.[/i] [b]Marth:[/b]Thanks alot..This is so much better than the rancid warthog meat I've been eating for the past couple of years. [b]Lethe:[/b]*rolls her eyes*Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment. [i]They eat in silence for a few minutes.[/i] [b]Marth:[/b]How [i]do[/i] you know me..And my mother, for that matter? [i]Lethe looks at Marth for a few seconds, then returns to eating. Marth waits patiently for a few minutes, then clears his throat loudly.[/i] [b]Lethe:[/b]Hmmm...You don't need to know right now...Not important at the moment. [b]Marth:[/b]*Marth stares at Lethe wordlessly for a few seconds, then shakes his head*I do need to know...By the looks of it, your younger than me. Which means you need to be really good at concealing your age, or something my past is amiss. [b]Lethe:[/b]I [i]am[/i] younger than you..But who says your mother died at your birth? [b]Marth:[/b]Are you kidding me? I know she did...I remember visiting her grave for years! [b]Lethe:[/b]You shoulda looked closer at the date that she died, Marth. [b]Marth:[/b]Alright, fine..But when i [i]do[/i] need to know, I'll have hundereds of more questions for you, Lethe. [i]Lethe nodded sagely, and pulled a flask of water from he sack, and offered it to Marth. Marth accepted it gratefully, and took a long drag from it. It went down his throat very smoothly, like fine ale. It chilled his belly, and relaxed him.[/i] [b]Marth:[/b]Damn, thats good water...Where'd you get it? [b]Lethe:[/b]Some woman named Kehho...She does this thing to the water, makes it fresh, clean and cool...I think she uses a gem of some kind..Well, goodnight, Marth, pleasant dreams. [b]Marth:[/b]I doubt it.*Lethe falls asleep, and Marth stares into the fire*I doubt it... [i]Marth continues to stare into the fire, and he turns around, away from the fire. When he turnes back, he face looked much more deadly, with shadowed eyes, and an evil piercing glare, and a melovolent smile.[/i] [b]Marth:[/b][i]This Kehho woman and her gem..That gem must be worth quite a bit of money..I must have it for myself..But, now, sleep...Sleep, and time to plan.[/i] [i]Marth closes his eyes, his face still sinister looking, but as he falls asleep, it softens up, and he becomes more restful..[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i][b]Marth, you fool! She has money! Follow her, and steal it![/b][/i] [b]Marth:[/b]Who..Who said that?! [i][b]It dosen't matter...Just get the money![/b][/i] [i]Marth, heeding the bodyless voice, followed Lthe at a distance, his keen eyes watching her every movement...He never made a sound, and walked light as air. Later on, she finally stopped, and fell asleep. marth crept up alongside her, and rummaged through her bag, finding a leather pouch. He looked inside, and there was much gold in it. Putting the bag in his pack, he started to make off, when a distant wolf howled, and Lethe began to wake up...[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Tails jumped up an down, clearly bored[/i] [b]Tails:[/b]I wanna do something! Fight, anything![/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Marth sat beside a large bonfire, chewing on a dead warthog he had killed earlier. he hunched over his seat, a large pack, containing alll he every owned, a few meagerly clothes. Marth's elvish face was scrunched up in a mask of hate, remebering the fat, stupid Elven king who cast him out. As Marth thought, he became angrier, and a strange light began to glow on his back, and the fire jumped 3 feet in height. Marth was shocked by this, and the glow and the flames stopped. Recollecting himself, he put his backpack on, put his sword belt on his hip, the close combat dagger in it's scheath, and continued onwards, living his pointless existance...[/i][/COLOR]

[i]Marth picked up his gear, and moved out, following Xanko. To many warriors had died today, simply because of the Death Watch. Marth felt a bone in his jaw pop, firmly dislocating it. He would need to spen a long time in the bacta to fix that up..[/i]

Ah...George W. and the Never Ending Politcal Dribble. Ever scence W. came into powa, America has been pretty much pouding on the middle east(not to mention Canada, with that fighter "accident" 0_o). Seems to me, George has a little bit of a problem with our turban wearing neighbours. Don't get me wrong, George is doing a pretty good job...I doubt good 'ol Bill coulda handled this. But still, there are alternatives to fighting...Like talking. Of course the only talking Bush is doing is "Open Fire". Personally, I'm sick of it. I wish they would just solve their problems...Without using guns.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Wing Gundam [/i] [B][COLOR=crimson]why are you here if you don't even care? Obviously the people in here care about the topic and they want to discuss, and BTW punk IS dead. It's been dead for like 5 years now. So don't come back if you don't care about the topic, get a life moron.[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] First off:I do have a life. Let's get that clear. If not having a life consists of flaming someone for there opinion, guess you fit into that catigory, too. ;) And Punk isn't dead. You just think it is, because you don't listen to that type of music. If you bought the records, and enjoyed the music, to you, Punk would be alive. And Wing Gundam...get your head out of your as*, and just accept the fact that music is everywhere, wheteher you like the generas, or not.(had to be said) And the reason some people don't care is because differing opnions.

[color=royalblue]Name:Marth Rigfield Age:19 Species:Elf Weapon Type:A black scimitar, and a close combat dagger Magic Type:Fire Dragona Color:Black and Red Symbol:An upsideown pyramid on Marth's backside, it will glow, and be seen through his shirt. Info:Marth was born into the world without a father, and his mother died at his birth. Marth was raised by the Eleven King, Orthar. Othar noticed that Marth had an upsideown Pyramid on his back, and was horrified by it. Othar cast Marth at the age of 15, leaving to fend himself in the wild woods of Gunthar....[/color]

Gee...This is funny...Every day, I hear people b*tching about Avril Lavenge...And they all say the same thing. Punk isn't dead..It just appeals to a certain group. If you don't like a certain type of music, and want to complain about it.. Well, here's 25 cents...Call someone who cares.

[COLOR=royalblue]Thanx for that little vote of confidence, there, Boba...I hope 3rd time [i]is[/i] the charm. [b]Name:[/b]Marth Rigfiled. [b]Age:[/b]19 [b]Species:[/b]Human [b]Wing #:[/b]7 [b]Weapon(s):[/b]Blastech Laser pistol [b]Ship:[/b][img]http://www.digital-digest.com/x-wing.jpg[/img][/COLOR]

*SPOILER ALERT!*....maybe! The next enemy after Pegasus, is obviously Bakura right now, but in the second season, it is a guy named Malik Ishtal, the wielder of the Millenium Rod. Yami Malik, the villian in the "Battle City" story arc, is one bad "mofo". he uses his rod as a weapon, making him very dangerous(and not so pleasing in the sack!....nevermind), and he also uses it to control people. He's so psychotic, he makes Pegasus look like a kind-hearted old man...And that's pretty psycho!

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Marth swam in and out of conciousness, barley aware of his surroundings. The good thing about being semi-concious was that he barley feel the pain. Every being, every fiber of his body felt like it had been dumped from a boiling vat of lava into the darkest, coldest ocean depths. Someone rolled Marth over onto his back, so he could face the grey sky of Korda VI. He could feel the armor of his helmet dented inward on his left cheek, and the pressure was unbearable. Marth shucked his head out of the helmet, and as he did, he felt the fracture on his left cheek pop, making it fully broken. Fortunetly, the rest of Marth's body wasn't broken, so he hefted himself off the ground, barley making it to his knees. Every muscle of his body screamed in protest, but Marth stood anyways. Looking around the battlefield with his normal eyes, not his enhanced helmet vision, he truly understood the carnage the Mandalorians had wraught. Enemy bodies littered the ground, and the stench of death was everywhere. Wreaked speeders, and the destroyed pulse tanks, stuck out like sore thumbs. Marth, picking up a dropped blaster rifle, began to move forward, scouting for any other survivors, when he heard mumbling coming from a point in the ground. As everyone knows, ground dosen't mumble. Marth moved forward, and saw something amazing. A bunker. An actual bunker. No wonder the natives had pulse tanks. There was a military force on Korda. This was worse than Marth thought.[/i][/coloR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Marth slowly came back into conciousness to see the Korda natives going through his jetpack, looking for supplies. While the natives busied themselves, Marth checked his inventory vie his helmet displays. The natives had took his blaster, grande launcher, pistol, and thermal detenators. But, In thier haste, the natives overlooked one very important detail. The vibroblades inside special guards in his wrists. With a mental command, the vibroblades burst out of the guards with a loud[/i] SHHINK![i], which alearted the natives that he was awake. Before they could subdue him, Marth lept to his feet, and plunged his vibroblades into the nearest native. As the poor fool was wearing no armor, Marth's blades pierced the skin, puncturing the trooper's heart in a wash of blood. Marth withdrew the blades, and whipped his helmeted head around, and saw a gang of three natives coming in at him.[/i] [b]Marth:[/b]Oh, goodie. I haven't used the Terasi Kasii in a while. [i]The natives of Korda VI, if they knew what Marth ment, probably would have backed off. Of course, not many people still living knew the ancient marshal art of Terasi Kasii. Marth lept into the air, snapping out a side kick which hit one native in the head with a sickening crack, as his head snapped back, blood spraying out of a clearly broken nose. The other two natives came in fast, but Marth dropped into a low straddle stance, and scythed the blades into the natives, cutting them from chest to stomach in a explsion of gore and internal organs. Marth resumed a fighting stance, and one native trooper came in from the front, and Marth prepeared to knock the fool down, when he heard a crunching behind him. he spun around, all to late, to block the massive tree brach from flying into his face. The glass on Marth's helmet shattered, and he spun around in a 360 corkscrew, landing on the ground. Marth knew this was a bad posistion to be in at the moment, and used the reserve's of his suit's energy to call for help[/i] [b]Marth:[/b]Can anyone hear me? Help me! My coordinates are....Oh, No! [i]the last sound out of Marth's comlink was the sound of crunching metal and bones.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Tails, looking at the giant, ghost filled mansion, got a bit scared..Actually, really scared when a Boo pooped out infront of him..And, well....[/color] [img]http://www.geocities.com/nfty_nebbish/mariokart/boo.jpg[/img] [b]BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!![/b] [color=royalblue][b]Tails:[/b]AAAAAAA! [i]Tails sprinted all the way up ther stairs, out into the castle hall, past Toad, who was still ranting, and out into the open field.[/i] [b]Tails:[/b]Phew..That was scary...Least I still got my hat!*fixes his Mario hat*[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Marth almost caught Kwaz's meesage, but relized it to late. He managed to jump clear, but got caught in the blast, and was thrown into a trech, and rolled over and over, and fell into a crater made by a destroyed house. Warning icons flashed infront of Marth's field of vision, and he fainted into blackness, just to see a native point at him, and shouting victoriously...[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=orangered]The Story: "Allright, beings. For some of you, I'm your final hurtle. For others, the first step down a road of mysery and dishwashing! Now, as you all know, the Rebellion is fairly new, and we need more...HEY! You, in the back! Curly hair! Be quiet, or I'll eject you from this porgram right now! Now, where was I...Oh, right. The Rebellion needs more pilots, and Some of you may just have the guts to do it. Many of you have joined up becuase of our victory againts the Death Star, but that's just a small abttle in the war. Others defected from the Empire. But we don't care. The Rebellion needs you. So, off to those squadron recruitment officers, and get cracking, dammit!"[/COLOR] [COLOR=firebrick]Allright, here's the long and short of it. My new X-Wing RPG won't be about Rogue Squadron, it'll be about Red Squadron, and will begin right after the destruction of the first Death Star, when the Rebellion is just gaining steam. Here's what you'll need to join up: [b]Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Species:[/b] [b]Wing #[/b]:try to remember this, mmkay? [b]Weapons:[/b] [b]Ship of choice:[/b]X-Wing, A-Wing or the Y-Wing. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][b]Marth:[/b]Roger that, Xanko. Just keep them from shooting me! [i]Marth climbed out of his spot on the speeder, and took up the repeating blaster, and opened fire, spraying the ranks of the natives with angry red bolts.[/i] [b]Marth:[/b]Damn, I gotta get me one of these! [b]Abob:[/b]There, finished. Steer us over to the pusle tanks. [i]As the speeder is re-directed twords the pulse tanks, Marth swivles his blaster to wash the tanks with a carpet of red death. Abob finally readied his jetpack, and the speeder stopped, and Abob jumped off, and unstrapped his pack, and threw it above his head, where it ignited, and flew off twords the tanks[/i] [b]Abob:[/b]Eat, this! [i]The pack hit the lightly armored tank, where the fuel cells and missile exploded on it's hull, completly devestating it. The ammo cells inside the tank added to the explosion, and the splash damage killed many native troopers, and natives finally came to thier scences, and backed off from the speeder, and the burning tank.[/i] [b]Xanko:[/b]Nice explosion. Alright, move out! Marth and Spyre, clear the area! Me and Abob will go to Jaster![/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]Tails, wandering away from the ranting Toad, had gone into the Castle Basement, and got, well, very, very lost.[/i] [b]Tails:[/b]Ia eakspay ina igpa atinlay!*looks around* Ona! Ia ostlay! Apcray! [i]Tails, having been blissfulyl ignorant of his surroundings, has wandered into a secret part of the basement...One that contains hundereds of boxes of Mario and Luigi hats.[/i] [b]Tails:[/b]Wow! Boxes and boxes of hats!*opens one, and grabs a hat, and puts it on* Heya! Lookit me! I'ma Mario! Mama-Mia! Hehhehe...Now, I need to find a way out... [i]Tails opens the door at the other end of the hat room, and finds himself looking at a giant mansion...With ghosts![/i] [b]Tails:[/b]Wicked!.....[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]When we left our hero last time, Tails had flown from the Green Hill Zone to the Mushroom Kingdom. Having landed in the Mushroom Kingdom, Tails stubles upon Pricness Peach's Castle. Wondering if a snack bar is inside, he wonders on in....[/i] [b]Tails:[/b]Hey..Little mushroom dude! Is there a snaK bar in this place? [b]Toad:[/b]My name is Toad, you two-tailed ingrate! And there are no, repeat, NO snackbars in Peachs' Palace! How dare you desicrate her majesties Palace! [b]Tails:[/b]Fine, don't be helpful! I'll find it myself! Meenie! [i]Tails walks away, as Toad continues his rant. But, unbeknownts to anyone, Tails walks downward, to the mysterious Castle Basement...[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Tails, who has been waiting for Sonic for an hour now, decided to fly on over to Skull Castle, Dr. Wiley's old haunt. Tails had heard, via the grapevine, that it was supposed to be a really cool place to visit...And it had a Starbucks. So, twisting his tails at a speed that allowed him to lift off the ground, Tails made his way to the Skull Castle. But, being the little fox he is, Tails got pretty tired, and decided to set down in the Mushroom Kingdom(of course Tails dosen't know this). Tails got out his map, but realised, when one goes swimming, paper objects shoudl be removed from ones pockets. So, with a soggy map, Tails decided, he should explore the surrounding areas. Still a bit tired from his flight, he decided to walk a little. Soon, Tails happened upon a very, very large, pink castle with a red roof, and a picture of a strange woman on a large glass portriat on the front, and a statue of a fat plumber with the name Mario ingraved below it in the field surrounding the castle.[/i] [b]Tails:[/b]Wow, this place is huge. I wonder if they have a snack bar? [i]Tails wandered inside the castle, not knowing what was inside...[/i][/color]

[i]Marth sprayed a withering layer of fire with his blaster rifle, mowing down many enemy troops, while Abob and Xanko advanced forward. Marth glanced over to his left, and saw a squad of opposing troops trying to flank them, and called in on the COM net.[/i] [b]Marth:[/b]Abob, I see about 9 troops trying to flank you...They greatly outnumber me, but I should be able to mow down a few of them. [b]Abob:[/b]Roger that, Marth. Do your best. [i]Marth dropped the spent power pack on his blaster, and popped a feresh one in, and opened fire ont he flanking troops. His fire scythed through about 4 of them before they noticed where he was, and opened up on him. Unfortunetly, one of them was carring a heavy repeater, and searing plasma bolts flew in at Marth, forcing him to dive for cover behind a Mandalorian blast shield. The trooper with the heavy repeater continually fired at Marth, and the shield was starting to give way. Suddenly, the trooper stopped firing, and Marth looked up. He saw the trooper, and his repeater was vibrating heavily in his hand, and a large blue glow was forming on the front of the barrel. Marth, relasing what was happening, dived away from the barrier, just as a souped up shot shattered the barrier in a flash of blue plasma. Marth recollected his bearings, and saw the trooper relode the repeater. Before he could open fire, Marth armed a thermal detonator, and lobbed it at the trooper. The small neuclear explosion ripped the trooper to shreads, anbd his repeater added in a scondary explosion, creating an fair sized crater in the ground. Marth bolted from his posistion, running pat joules of red energy aimed directly at him. He continued to run to the next shield, but didn't know if he would make it...[/i]

Uh...experiementing is fine, SS Trunks...But Yoda...hmmm...Ah, why not.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sere Tuscumbia [/i] [B]Three words: I. Hate. You. [/B][/QUOTE] Seriously, you confuse me... And stormwing, your spot is saved.

00c:I signed up for this..Hope I can still post. ------------------------------ [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?postid=271305[/img] [color=royalblue][i]If anyone in the Green Hill zone was to look up at the moment, they would see a small fox flying over the lush hills, listening to music. And then they would have checked themseves into a mental hospital. Of course, this Fox is real. His name is Miles "Tails" Prower, although he prefers to be called by his nickname, Tails. He was not flying anywhere at the moment, just taking a time out to enjoy the sites around him....And listen to his favorite music.[/i] [b]Tails:[/b]'Cause I'm crawling in the dark!...Looking for the awnsers! Na na na na na na! Man, it fells great just to fly around with out following Sonic and bustin up baddies...I wonder if Robuttnick will show up again? Sonic's been getting a little rusty... [i]Tails set down at the edge of Green Hill Zone, and decided to wait for Sonic and Knuckles...He coulden't wait for the three of them to just hang out, instead of fighting...Ahh, this was the life. Tails produced a small telvision from his back pack, and turned it on. The latets news feed from TRBTVNNW(The Really Big TV New NewtWork) reported that Dr. R, and some unspecified wacko where reported to be having coffee in a Starbucks. Tails wondered if this could mean anything..And who si that wacko?![/color][/i]

yeah..I'd like to see this movie too...Jackie Chan kicks major ***. Altho, Jeniffer Love Hewitt will kinda be a distraction from Jackie Chan's *** kicken.