Angelus_Necare

Last year I was a hogwarts student (from slytherin mind you). I think this year I'm going to be a hobbit since I'm so short :sweat: My friend Matt keeps saying I should go as a dwarf since I lok like one.....too bad he's going to have a black eye fr halloween... right now I'm still undecided, another friend and I may go as hired medeival assasins/bodyguards wearing his swords and stuff. we'll see, and if anyone can egt pics of what they're going as put 'em up! ;)

This was a character study of an elvish character named Laguz, I need to hand it in for a proect grade eventualy.... this corner started as a body study but evolved into my own little creation of boredom, and I thought a navi-like character could stand a little abuse. Well here you go: [img]http://ew3.lysator.liu.se/extranet/mirror/1/t/i/tiffyranke/bluel.jpg[/img]

I beat outbreak in three days after having to fight this stupid twin monster twice.... anyway, I thought it was very short, but I think I'm missing something; Aren't there supposed to be characters from the dot hack series in the game? I cleared the whole thing without seeing one in outbreak. Maybe I'm doing something wrong.... And could anyone help me kill Martina R? I cant wipe out that stupid little goblin and it's pissing me off! I still have level 3 goblins to fight. Thanks in advance to anyone who responds.

Wow I got a reveiw, I guess I can continue with the story now, :). This is the next chapter, it's been edited for the boards >_

I had a weird dream once where all the members of the Ob gathered in real life. I recall James and Transtic ganging up on some newbies or something like that, all of it was a haze but i laugh everytime I think about it.

I write best when I'm depressed or stressed out, it helps to calm me. Once I wrote a story with a fever of a hundred and six degrees farenheight, I thought I was going to die, and that kind of mindset spewed one of the best stories I ever wrote. Go figure....

This is the first part of a story I call "hellsong", a tale of a damned human who decides she wants to flee from Hell and raid Heaven to exact revenge on her murderer. This was written a while ago so I'm revising it as I go. It was also written in first person wich is new to me. so Enjoy and reveiw please. --------------------------------------------------- "Hellsong: It begins" I yawned as the passing wind steadily hit my face. Great leathery wings of a hell-beast tamed at my own hands flapped a steady rhythm on either side of my mount. I sat on its thick scaled back holding worn reigns, occasionaly I had to jerk them back when the beast dare feel the courage to pitch me miles downward. I looked down at the ground, or the sky, things were always different here. A sea of frothing grey bodies reached upwards to me, crying their eerie song of salvation. I inwardly laughed, salvation never came for the damned. Their open toothless mouths streatched as tears flowed from their dead eyes. I could not hear them, the wind rushing past dimmed the sound to a murmur. I thought of falling into them, Being torn and beaten, turned into one of them, for I once was. My hell beast reared, wildly flapping its wings when it saw my minor distraction as an oppertunity to drop me to make have me for it's next meal. I pulled the reigns hard, nearly snapping its neck and leading it back on course. I sighed now looking ahead at the bloodstained sky, faintly remembering my last days of life. They were blurry and names always escaped me, but the story always stayed the same. I was young, or maybe I was older? no, I was just getting on with my own life. In a city of people away from my family, they didn't approve, but what did I care? I was going to do things on my own for now. I was alone, no sort of realationship, friends miles away, I didn't really care, the lonliness and homesickness only lasted for a little while. I was walking home one night, wet pavement crunching softly under my shoes. I walked into an alley, I never should have gone into that alley. I remember seeing people, bodies, moving at the other end of the long dark path, I thought there was nothing to worry about things would be fine if I hurried. I made it about halfway when I felt the brush of a hand on my shoulder, I spun slightly frightened, then smiled. Now I blink, playing with the reigns, I ponder. Why did I smile? Oh, that's right, how could I forget... I remember smiling at a familiar face of days past, an old friend I hadn't seen in ages. I smiled warmly but they didn't smile back. Within an instant I remember facing the ground. A pool of crimson seeped from a gaping hole in my neck. Was I shot? No, no I was stabbed, one never forgets that. What I was stabbed with was beyond me. Knife, dagger, sword, **** it could have been a butter knife and I wouldn't have noticed from the instant shock. I looked up at my supposed friend, tried to speak their name, but all I could manage was to gurgle and grow weary. The killer smiled a wicked grin, waved a teased goodbye then dissapeared into the crowd of moving people at the end of the alleyway. I remember trying to call for help. Yet no one turned, nor cared that someone lay dieing in an alleyway. They found my body two days later... I went to heaven, for a while. They didn't want me, they said I was tainted, no good, but as i thought of it now, i was never given a real reason. So they sent me the other way. Hell didn't want me either, they were afraid of my eyes, said that it could gain a lot of power in the underworld. So I was gouged, given deamon eyes and thrown into the sea of grey bodies. I was different though, stronger, I escaped and they responded by giving me my freedom. Freedom to roam hell anyway and a pair of large raven wings, in return for use of my 'powers' every now and then. That was centuries ago and yet my killer never passed through Hell's gates. They had been rewarded gloriously for sending me to the realm of darkness and deamons. I was bitter, ****, I still am. Along with the hatred of betrayal festering inside me. I cast my yellow eyes up into the darkness, the dirrection to the surface, here and now I promise, I will storm the Heavens for my killer, and make them pay in their screams. My grin faded as my Hell-beast tried to buck me off again effortlessly. this time I pulled the reigns snapping it's neck. It fell below into the mass of lost souls and was torn to shreds. My own wings sustained me for now as I thought grimly, [i]"I needed a new pet anyway"[/i] ------------------------------- Tell me what you think.

First words after the end credits were "holy ****!' wich has to count for something. I went with the intentions of hearing some minor curse words and a splater of blood here or there, what I ended up with was one ******* bloody mess! Tarantino definitely knows how to deliver his art to people, even if some of them couldn't get it. Kill bill sent me into a daze to where the point of [spoiler]the crazy eighty eight[/spoiler] I wasn't sure i was conscious anymore, maybe it was the blood? Anyways this is one of the best movies I have had the pleasure of watching in all my seventeen years, and I don't think I'll be able to contain myself untill Kill bill 2. And i have a question, what was everyones favorite death in the movie? [spoiler] I liked the part where "Black moomba" killed buck in the begining, he deserved it the perverted bastard.[/spoiler]

*gives double B a cookie for being right* now calm down. Anyway a gilrfriend and I are going to go see it tonight and we hope the movie lives up to all the praise its been getting. I have noticed one thing though and correct me if I'm wrong but isn't the movie a two parter? I'm under the impression that part two will be out in november. In any case It looks like a movie in where you love it or you don't, wich could or couldn't be a bad thing.

First Name: Tiffany Age: 17 Hair color: Dark brown Eye color: blue Height: 5'5" Wardrobe: Jeans, shirts, sometimes sweaters when it's cold. Personality: I'm really quiet nice, but come off as annoying or irritable. Hair style: usualy up, rarely down (well it is today) favorite music type: anything but country or hard Rap. Fav Band/Artist: right now it's T.a.T.u and AFI Marital status: looking for a nice guy (or girl), single. Hobbies: drawing, Otakuboards.

Akira your posts are a tad confusing, it's just difficult to tell who's talking. -------------------------------- Harru returned home with his one clow card, He leaned against the door after he locked it, staring into hie darkened house. [i]With all the clow cards we've been fighting you think I would have caught one for myself.[/i] Harru thought to himself looking down at the jump card clenched in his hands, [i]I can't blame it on Nisha, or any of the others... I'm just not trying hard enough.[/i] He clenched his free fist and pounded it on the door lightly wincing. The house was silent and still, Harru missed having his mother around, but her career did come first, and he ahd stayed home many times before, but he felt empty, almost lonely. [i]Maybe I'm just hungry[/i] He told himself as he walked to the kitchen, instead of pulling something out to eat he walked over to the phone mounted on the wall and dialed a number. "hello?" A voice came through the receiver. "Hi Mia, it's Harru" ----------------------------------- Guardianstorm you can take this where you will.

this was an article from otaku.com, As far as I know the Anime hasn't been dubbed for american veiwing yet, but has a small fanbase in Japan. [b]Fifty years ago the war between good and evil should have ended when a warrior wielding the legendary sword, called ten commandments, split the last Darkbring in half. Instead, Darkbring shattered, and all remaining pieces ended up in all corners of the world. The explosion that followed also caused Rave, the embodyment of good in the form of a sword shaped stone, to be spread around the world. This explosion destroyed 10 percent of the world and would later be refered to as Overdrive. Our heros enter the story fifty years after Overdrive. Haru Glory, the main character, is a young, ambitious and goodlooking kid. He inherited Rave, the power of good, or a small part of it anyway. On his quest to reunite Rave he winds up in Hip Hip city, a town ruled by the Demon Card. The Demon Card has possesion of Darkbring, the stone of evil and has set their minds on the destruction of Rave and anyone able to wield it. This is where Haru meets Elie, roams the world in hopes of finding someone that knows her. She has lost any recollection of anything that happened more than 1 year ago. They decide to travel the world together, each on their own quest, but always together. The story will follow Haru, Elie and Plue (Haru's .... pet) in their journeys around the world. The Demon Card is always one small step behind or in some cases one step ahead. In a way Rave is a lot like inuyasha's quest for the shikon no tama. The big difference is, well, everything. Don't be fooled into thinking this is a quickly assembled show to ride the wave of popularity Inuyasha is receiving. The world of Rave is a combination of past and future. Obviously Rave and Darkbring posses some kind of magic. Rave can be wielded by one person only, Haru. On the other hand there are all kinds of futuristic contraptions like Elie's tonfo guns. Personaly I like this combination, it gives the creators of Rave so much more to play with, and us so much more to be surprised with in the form of events. The animations in Rave are crisp and clean, simple almost, but in a good way. The characters have a video game-like look to them with humungous swords and hair that never gets messed up. The soundtrack is great also. In short, this is a great show with great artwork. Watch it soon![/b] Hope that helps.

Harru had been inside for quite some time doing his daily chores when he had felt it, a clow card in a place he didn't know, in his mind it seemed like an aquarium. He left the suddzy dishes where they were in the sink and ran to the front door, grabbing the special cell phone nisha had given him before he left. Harru dashed up the street dialing nisha's number and listening for her voice in the receiver. "yeah?!" A voice came from the receiver. "Nisha it's Harru, where it the card?" "At the aquatic zoo!" She said between pants "We'll meet you there" she hung up. Harru continued running now speeding a bit furthur up the street wondering if shukuchi would show up for this one.

Better than toast is my favorite group of artists that make AMVs, My favorite would have to be "Yesterday" by the beatles set to Cowboy bebop footage.

I SO hear you on that! I can't wait for the movie to come out on dvd so I can watch it as many times as I did the VHS, and I learned every line of the movie too! ROTFL! I do also understand what you mean by it being a darker movie, it's basicaly Hamlet on safari or so I see it now. My favorite characters would have to be Timon and Banzai, Nathan Lane and Cheech Marin (where was Tommy Chong???) the the same movie! I don't believe it gets any better than that.

Let's see..... When I was three or four I wanted to know what would happen if I put a fork in the electrical socket. I jumped off my bunk bed with two socks in my hand flapping my arms thinking I could fly. I cartwheeled down a hill. I licked the flagpole outside of our house to taste the frost. I suppose that's it (or all the concusions alowed me to remember), I was very self abused as a child, maybe that's why I'm messed up today.

I love any movie that has John candy in it, and steve martin did a great job as well. I just find the concept of being followed around the country by someone who's incredibly disgusting and annoying is a great concept seeing as how it could just as easyly happen to you. I thought planes, trains, and automobiles was a great flick, if you're looking for another good Candy movie try Uncle Buck

Harru sat on the outter garden wall of his house reading a book. He wore a black turtleneck sweater and loose beige pants, a bento box-lunch sat beside him only half finished. He yawned putting the book down and ruffling a hand through his hair and watched a lone cherry blossom leaf on its course to the ground. Harru heard someone comming up the street, he leaned forward to see Nisha blading her way torwards him. She hadn't noticed him yet so he waved a hand and called her. "Hi Nisha" he called with a friendly smile, "what are you doing out today?"

I liked his song steven, that spawned many a story in my notebook anyway, I don't recall many of his other songs but where are you going to see him Magdalena? He's coming to new york's turning stone casino soon, that's all I know.

I went to the homecomming dance, got sick, "supposedly" ruined someone's night and gotten into a big screaming match with one of my best guy friends. My advice? don't go it's not worth it.

My favorite book eh? well I have a lot of favorites, most of them fantasy, I love fantasy because elements that we cannot experiance in our everyday lives are commonplace among the pages, if I'd have to list: -"The Iron dragons daughter" -"Joust" -"Sorcery rising" Those would have to be the top three, The iron dragon's daughter is a book I read yearly because the story of a girl growing up in a fancifull drug and sex ridden society never gets old. Joust is set in an egyptian-like world where dragons and their riders fight wars by jousting the enemy. Sorcery rising is the first book of "fool's gold" folowing several stories of two races divided by religion and a greater power. I suggest if anyone has time to read, pick one of these.

Here's the first part, or chapter, of a story I've been writting for a good couple of months, I'd like to get replies on this so I can keep adding parts. I'd put it all up but it's really a big read, well, here's the first... ------------------------------------------------------- Things were quiet, too quiet even nowadays. People lived their lives, their daily scheduels never interupted by the unusual, or anything out of the ordinary that made life dull. The world moved on each day, never caring, emotions couldn't stop the day from comming, or bring rain from the sky or kill your boss who over worked and underpaid you. Justices couldn't be won by inflicting superior mental harm on anyone, nor would god-like power. Normal people wouldn't, no, couldn't operate that way. Nope, life was normal, and Stan liked it that way. Stan Witerson was an average everyday Joe, or so he constantly reminded himself. He was twenty eight, seven years out of college and pushing papers at a low rate office job. Stan didn't complain though, it brought in all the money he needed to survive and gave him something to do monday through saturday eight to five. his daily regemen was always the same, get up, shower, bus to work, stare at the cubicle wall, eat, stare some more, bus to the bar then walk home ***** faced and do it all over again the next morning. Yes, life was plain and normal, and Stan liked it that way. Thursday night came slowly that late August day. Stan had been continualy checking the large faced clock on the office wall for it to say he was free, free to booze it up down at Dancing Carl's. The clock read 4:56, four more minutes and he could leave. He sighed back at his desk, a multi colored morphing ball warped on his computerscreen against a black background. He watched it bounce around the screen idly as blue square changed into a purple oval to a red star and so on. Stan sighed again glancing up at the clock, 4:57. Feeling that he could take no more of this slow torture he stood up, looking left to right to see if anyone would witness his early leave. Most of his fellow workers were still pounding away at their keyboards, while the others were leaning over cubicle walls shooting the breeze waiting to leave. Stan looked around once more, grabed his jacket and made a bee-line to the office door, his hand was on the handle when someone stepped in behind him. "Witerson" came a deep gravely voice, Stan stole a glance at the clock, 5:00, he sighed releived that he wasn't in trouble. He turned away from the door to his boss, a short squat man with wispy graying hair and sagging jowels. His work shirts always held the appearance of being too tight against his large body and gut, and his suit pants exposed hi brown socks prooving too short even for him, he always had a humorous appearance and a terrible temper, anyone would with a name like Herbert Googlemier. Stan looked down at his dwarfvish boss, making himself quite sincere looking, it always helped if you kissed up to higher management every once and a while. "yes Mr. Googlemier?" Stan asked innocently. "Witerson, I need you to come in on Sunday, we need to reach this month's quota, we're falling behind." his jowels shook when he spat 'behind'. Stan's friendly ***-kissing exterior faltered for a moment before he could reform himself. "Sunday, yes sir, I'll see you there" He managed before turning through the door behind him. "I won't be here Witerson, I'll be in The keys on vacation" Googlemier called after a retreating and nearly seething Stan. Later at Dancing Carl's, Stan sat at the sparsely populated bar nursing half a glass of lukewarm beer. He just wasn't in the mood for drinking, or anything for that matter. Around seven 'o clock, people started to come into the bar, soaked through from the downpour outside. He watched them through the long mirror found behind any bar you went into, partialy covered by half full liquor bottles that were rarely used to make any kind of special drink. Stan looked at his reflection lazily as he had with the screensaver, taking in his features carefully. His dark brown hair lay limp feathered across his forhead. It was a bit shaggy but he liked it that way, his skin was pale, yet flawless, he never had acne as his former classmates did when he was younger. His office clothing hung limp around his wiry frame, he wasn't the best built man in the world, but it didn't bother him in the least, muscles were over rated anyway. Above all, he stared back at his own clear blue eyes, someone had once told him that eyes were the windows to the soul. If that was true, then he was an open book, there for reading. All and all Stan thought he was attractive, but his steely cold attutude kept people far away, he wasn't interested in relationships, or love for that matter. A burst of uproarus laughter errupted at the end of the bar, Stan shifted his gaze slightly to watch what was occurring. A man named Lou sat with his back to the bar both arms wrapped securely around two lether-clad barflies. He apparenty had told them the funniest joke in the world, it sounded like it anyway. Stan didn't know Lou very well but he could bet his life on what he was doing tonight. Regardless of what his manly "charm" was displaying, he'd go home alone and cry himself to sleep wishing he were dead. Stan nodded seeming to agree with himself as he finished off his beer. More loud irritating laughter floated down in his dirrection, as he stood to leave placing his money on the bar, he had a terrible headache. One of the girls shreiked with laughter as Lou pinched her, Stan coldn't stand it anymore. He glared in their dirrection, opening something that had long since been shut in his mind. With a scream and a loud string of cussing the barstool underneith Lou snapped in two. Stan left only moments later, leaving the commotion behind with a large grin on his face. He felt he was alive again. ---------------------------------------------- tell me what you think.

I work at a store called Rome General Lumber. I work as a cashier, salesman (or woman), stock girl, and I clean too. I didn't really want the job but it pays well and it was the only one I could get, I wanted to work at the local video store but you have to be 18 to be able to stock videos in the "back room" The vidoe store would have been nice because my friend works in a convinience store up the street, we could have reinacted Clerks, oh well...

I blurred the face a little because it was too sharp, too many pixels. And yes I am relatively new to PSP7 but not with corell photoshop wich I think I'll use to fix some of the smaller problems that seem to show up. The text is alo hard to read because I tried to put my user handle onto a confined space. Thanks for the site though.

Here's something I made with PSP7, I love this program, but I really don't like the text, would anyone know where I could get some better fonts? you know the drill, rate and reveiw, thanks!