PiroMunkie

[color=indigo]Heh, pranks can be fun. I used to do them quite a bit back two years-ish ago. Today I just do them as fun, rather than as pranks. I do not think I ever did them in school. I think the best time with pranks I have ever had was at a Boy Scout camp when I was working there as staff. One night, a bunch of the guys gathered up a bunch of rolls of duct tape and toilet paper. We did this late at night when most people were alseep. We would position ourselves all around, inside and out, of new staff members' tents, and then just begin duct taping them to their cot. A few people would hold the person down once they woke up, while and assembly line of other people started from either end with a roll of duct tape. After that, we would wrap them in toilet paper and dump some water on them. ^_^ The head guy in the staff area came out of his tent and kind of confronted us. We told there was no real harm being done, and we [i]do[/i] help them clean up afterwards. I shall never forget what he said: "I didn't hear anything, I didn't see anything. I just want to get some sleep." Basically, he just said, "Go ahead and continue, but keep quiet." So we did, we duct taped the person's mouth shut. ^_^ Also, we always set each other on fire. It may seem stupid to some of you people, but it is quite fun. I still do it to this day (of course). All you need is lighter fluid and a lighter, or matches. We would also write words on things with the lighter fluid, and set those on fire. Mostly we just set other people on fire though. It proved to be the most amusing. This one guy was wearing suspenders, and we squirted some lighter fluid down one of the straps in the back while he was playing a video game. He did not notice until for a while that he was on fire. When he did, he pretty much freaked out. ^_^ One of my friends had a full brimmed hat, and we put lighter fluid all of the way around that, and lit it on fire while he was wearing it. Mostly, we enjoyed lighting each other's pants on fire... in "that area". ^_^ It just burns the fluid at first, so one does not need to worry about any real damage. At times we would rub some lighter fluid on our hands and lgiht our hands on fire. It was fun. ^_^ I rarely have seen pranks done in school. Not since freshman year, and then only two pranks were seen. One, was the senior prank, which really, for lack of a better word, sucked. All they did was dump a bunch of motor oil along the back hallway. It was quite pointless. Sure, the back hallway was often used, but it was not that much of an inconvenience to take the somewhat longer way around. With a five minute passing period between classes, and all classrooms within two four hallways and a really big garage (for art and mechanic classes), people had ample time to get to their next class without have to worry about being late. The most classic and memorable prank was done by one of my friends. One time, after lunch, he took a red alka selzter tablet and walked down to his locker in the freshman hallway. Stopped. Got a drink from the fountain. Walked a bit more and then just fell to the ground in the middle of a somewhat dense area of people and began to go into 'convulsions'. By then his mouth would burst with the foam from the tablet. People thought he was actually having some kind of attack or spasm or something. Obviously, they were to focused on him to notice one of my other friends and I on the ground laughing like hyenas. ^_^ *sigh* The prank I think would be great to do is take a cow to the top floor of our school in a room that does not have an elevator. My current school has four floors with two flights of stairs between each. Cows will go up stairs just fine, but they are [i]really[/i] stubborn and pretty much refuse to go down them. ^_^[/color]

[color=indigo]I have one friend that smoke weed. It does not bother me too much. It is his choice; it is his body and mind. I am not going to get on his case about it, as long as he respects that I do not smoke marijuana. He does, and does not smoke it when I am around. He does not really smoke it that often anymore. He does not really have the sources or the money to. It is just kind of an occasional thing for him, I guess.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sara[/i] [B][SIZE=1]Though I always pictured you with blue eyes...after I stopped picturing you as a dragon, anyhoo. o0[/SIZE][/B][/QUOTE][color=indigo]Hehe. ^_^ Yes, yes, blue eyes. I got them from my mother's side. My sister has them as well. I used to think that Transtic was Gackt, lol. He always posted pictures of him, and I was unaware of who it actually was. ^_^ How many of you pictured me in a purple suit? ^___^[/color]

[color=indigo]::smacks face:: ... -__- That is just an picture of Gogeta, edited and redone to make it look bald. No, "Krilloku" is not a real character. It violates the laws of the fusion dance, in that the fighters have to of similar size. So your answer is [b]No[/b].[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mystic's Knight[/i] [B]Piromunkie: Brown hair, brown eyes[/B][/QUOTE][color=indigo]Close. Brown hair, and blue eyes. Pretty blue eyes. So pretty that people feel the need to compliment me on them at least once in their time of knowing me. It makes me want to punch them in the face. It gets annoying after the one hundred millionth time of hearing it... Yes, okay, I am exaggerating. I do not know that many people. I have been complimented on my eyes more than my fair share of times, though. -_-[/color]

[color=indigo]My first and middle name were after one of my father's closest friends. He was a doctor, and my father always consulted him when anything ever happened to me that he did not know what to do. He is dead now, and I never met him.[/color]

[color=indigo]I used to think Cera was a stuffed tiger... I still kind of do. As most people did, I thought that Voodookanaka looked like Cloud... which he turned out to. He looks a bit different now. For some reason, I always thought Raiha had straight, light-blue hair. I am not sure where that came from. Back in the day I thought that Shinji looked like Rivers Cuomo from Weezer...[/color] [quote][i]Originally posted by Sara[/i] [b]And I see Piro as that awesome picture he posted that was taken in a parkinglot or something. [I love that picture.][/b][/quote][color=indigo]You mean... this one? ^_^[/color]

[color=indigo]I have a tendency to adapt rather quickly. I do not really think that qualifies as a "sixth sense", though. What I mean, is that you could put me in a house. Let me roam it freely once (as in go to each room). Then, turn all lights off (do this at night), blindfold me, place me in a random room, and I shall be able to find my way around with relative ease. Given I might bump slightly into a few things, other than that it is smooth sailing. Of course, my eyes would eventually adjust to the darkness making navigating a bit easier. I guess that could fall into knowing if something is near you or not. I do not know many other people that can really do that. My friends say they have a hard time walking around their own house in the dark, let alone someone else's.[/color]

[color=indigo]Witchcraft is not a negative idea. Your friend can believe what she wants to believe. You say that she did a revenge spell. Well, if it actually [i]did[/i] work, she can not call herself a witch. She would then be labeled a warlock, which I have read means "oath breaker". They are not supposed to use their power for venegeance or personal gain. Witches, in general, are not the common idea of satanic, blood drinking evil. It was the Christians who gave them that stereotype. Witchcraft is a Pagan belief, they don't even believe in "Satan". They do not drink blood. Back in the day, they did make sacrifices. This was usually done on Samhain (pronounced "sow-en"), which through a series of events became what we know as Halloween. It was the night they believed the realm of the dead/supernatural and living were closest together. They knew that not all spirits were friendly so they would give animal sacrifices. They would also leave treats outside their doors at night so the spirits would take them instead of causing mischief in their homes (the concept of trick-or-treating is believed to be derived from this). Witches today, as far as I know, no longer practice the animal sacrifices. So I am just letting you know here that witchcraft is not a bad thing. One of my better friends also believes in witchcraft, and I have done my research so I could get a better understanding of where she would come from in certain ideas. The whole concept of going back in time. I do not know what to think about that one. It seems a little far-fetched. Anything is possible, I suppose. If your friend can prove it, that would be quite an accomplishment. Though, I'm assuming your friend is on the younger side, so I doubt her power as a witch is great enough to do [i]anything[/i] of that size.[/color]

[color=indigo]Hrmm... I've only had three real names throughout my time in Otaku. My very first will forever remain a mystery to all. Only I know it. ^_^ Unless someone else does, and just does not speak of it. I changed it because the account did not work or something... So I re-registered. [i]pyrodragon13[/i] was my first usable screen name here on OtakuBoards. I do not know why I chose it. The "pyro" part obviously for my love of fire. "dragon" was probably chosen because they breathe fire, and breath is the essence of life (I doubt I was intelligent enough back then to think that deeply into that idea though). "13" the first two odd numbers on the keyboard, and the number "13", which is a fun one cause some people are afraid of it. How one can fear a number is beyond me. Though, one can be a scary number. It is rather lonely. Hrmm... in thinking some more, somewhere in v2 or v3 we had a name change option, and I think I might have just changed my name to [i]PyroDragon[/i]. The essence still remains. I do not count it as a real name change. Then, I believe on the arrival of v4 everyone had to re-register. So there I decided to change my name up a bit. Thus, [i]PiroMunkie[/i] was born. Why did I choose this? Well we have already discussed the whole thing of fire. The second half deals with my obsession with those lovely little primates. Yes, I do enjoy the theory of evolution. To think that my greatest ancestors were similar to these animals excites me. Why did I spell it wrong? Well, "PyroMonkey" just appears too dull. No where near as thrilling to me as the visual edge "PiroMunkie" has to my eyes. I can not even type the word "monkey" anymore without having to stop and actually pay attention to what letters I am striking. This is the name I have decided, and this is the name I shall remain. The one, and the only.[/color]

[color=indigo]I try not to label myself. I only do so when trying to explain certain things about me to people. Am I a mod? No. Well... I [i]am[/i], just not the kind you are talking about. ^_^ Mods are an odd folk. The few "mod-ish" people I knew are cool, I guess. Pretty nice. This topic makes me a little sick, though. It is about the equivalent of me going out wearing a shirt that says "punk" on it, carrying multiple signs that mention something about punk,and running around preaching of anarchy and rebellion... I shudder at the thought.[/color]

[color=indigo]Davey Havok, the vocalist for AFI. I swear that guy has his own octive, lol. I often find myself wishing I could sound like him when I sing. Tim Armstrong, the lead vocalist for Rancid. Sure he may not have a nice "flowy" kind of voice, but it fits their music really well. In turn, it makes it sound good. I think my voice would give out if I tried to duplicate the sound. That's all I can think of right now...[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Matt[/i] [B][color=red][b]Kakarot could have wiped the floor with them if it wasn't for that dumb heart virus. But then I am just speculating...[/b][/color][/B][/QUOTE][color=indigo]He still did not defeat them now did he? No he did not, and that is my point. Everyone has their excuse or reason as to why they did not win or achieve something. It still does not change the fact that they lost.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by boogeta[/i] [B]You know how vegeta is he trys to be the best at everything but since goku is the best he did his best to try to save the earth to get credit because goku always winsthe biger battle.[/B][/QUOTE][color=indigo]Kakarot doesn't always win the "bigger battle". Gohan defeated Cell (a spawn of Kakarot, yes, but not the man himself). Technically, Kakarot never beat Vegeta when they first fought. It was Kakarot's Genki-Dama, but Krillen threw it with an assist from Gohan. Kakarot got nailed by Androids 19 and 20, it was Vegeta who finished off 19, and then of course 17 finished off 20 (a.k.a. Dr. Gero). So no, Kakarot does not always win the bigger battle. Vegeta was pissedd off because he had been repeatedly humiliated. Kakarot was able to nearly match his power when they first fought. A third-class fighter proving a fight for an elite is not a normal occurance. Then it was Kakarot who avenged the Saiya-jin race by defeating Furiza, not him. He believed it was his duty to finish off Furiza. Vegeta could have cared less if it was any other foe, but not Furiza. Then to see Kakarot ascend to the Super Saiya-jin level before he got there. That was thought, in his mind, to be something for the royal bloodline only. I am sure this list could go longer, but I think you get the idea. It is not about the battle. It is about his pride and ego.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by wrist cutter[/i] [B]And who do you think introduced him to J-music? -_-[/B][/QUOTE][color=indigo]Well it looks like he beat you to the punch here, lol. Oh, I'm sorry, would you rather me praise you for introducing TN to J-Music, so that by a twisted turn of events he then introduced it to a majority of this board? Well, I think praise would be to much. I'll give you some thanks, I guess... :rolleyes:[/color]

[color=indigo]It's awfully rude to ask people about their secrets. They're that way for a reason. Telling someone defeats the entire purpose of a secret. As for me, I don't really have any secrets. I'm sure there are things about you that you don't know, but that's just because you've never asked about them.[/color]

[color=indigo]Yes, I usually always get good grades. Mainly just A's and B's with the occasional C, which usually comes up in literature. Yeah, I'm not too big on that whole "reading" thing, lol. ^_^[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Aries[/i] [B][color=darkblue][size=1]Piromunkie has always been a role model of mine as well. I don't know, he just seems very role-model-ish.[/color][/size][/B][/QUOTE][color=indigo]Lol, well, I guess I could be... if you are a bipolar co-dependent who regresses to your childhood for emotional support. ^_^ Anyway, first and foremost [b]Adam and James, James and Adam:[/b] Adam... well I don't know really. He's a mysterious one. Don't know too much about him.He could be a four year old prodigy child for all I know... ^_^ Which would probably explain a lot... As for James... well, *ahem* :smooch: [b]Transtic Nerve:[/b] Introduced me, and others, to J-Music. I'm quite thankful for that, good stuff. ^_^ Good member as well, I've always had respect for him. [b]Semjaza Azazel:[/b] I think I spelled that right, lol. A pretty cool guy. Has helped me out with cracking programs, and sees some things the same or similarly to the way I do. [b]Cera:[/b] Need I say more? Lol... Her name should really be enough. Too much to put in here. ^_^ [b]Neil (aka SuperSaiyan):[/b]I don't really know why actually... I must be insane... I need a cerebral scrub... And some others I'll give a quick list of: BabyGirl Sephiroth FinalFlash DeathKnight Topaz (she has disappeared again -__- ) Rick Hunter I'm sure I am forgetting many...[/color]

[color=indigo]This just must not be a day for good days. When I went to musical practice today, pretty much everyone and their dog had not had a good day, and now you too... I never really know what to say in these kind of moments. Mostly, if this was in real life, I would just stick by you in case you needed anything and stuff. I even lend people articles of my clothing if they need a pillow or are cold (it's a good thing I like to layer ^_^). But yeah, umm... I am really sorry to hear about all of this happening to you. Who knows? Tomorrow could be the best day of your life, or at least become a lot better. Good luck, for whatever you may need it for. :)[/color]

[color=indigo]It's just an intimidation factor I presume. Just makes him look "tougher" as that is often seen with the 'big guys' in things. Like, let's say you're watching some action flik, and some guy orders some big burly body guard to go beat someone up... what is one thing they typically do? Right, crack their knuckles, their neck, or whatever it may be.. Though, when I watched it last night, I found it interesting that Buu did this. Considering he doesn't have any bones...[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Omni Slash [/i] [B][COLOR=darkblue][SIZE=1]A.F.I.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/B][/QUOTE][color=indigo]That's good enough for me. ^_^ Well, not really, but yeah... AFI owns. Good choice in most of those other bands as well.[/color]

[color=indigo]I had a pet hamster once, it died a few years ago. I don't remember when exactly. It was sick, and died when I was at school. Nothing like coming home to an empty cage...[/color]

[color=indigo][i]Geinudo remained lying on the ground, talking silently to himself...[/i] [b]Geinudo:[/b] [i]Spirit[/i]... if there were ever to come a day when I fully understood how such a thing works... [b]Uthwine:[/b] Oh? [i]Geinudo snapped out of his daze. Uthwine spoke with a tone of inquiry in her voice...[/i] [b]Uthwine:[/b] I could not help but overhear. What is it that you don't understand about the Spirit? [i]Geinudo stared upwards blankly as he spoke[/i] [b]Geinudo:[/b] In Darkness there is nothing. In Light there is everything. In Shadow there is something. Can one tell what it is? No, Darkness prevents an indentity from being made, but it is Light that allows one to know that something is indeed there. [i]There was a pause in his speech, just for a moment. Complete silence.[/i] [b]Geinudo:[/b] You mentioned that Spirit can be lost, abandoned, forgotten. Spirit can also be found. So obviously Spirit, when lost, cannot be engulfed by Darkness. If it was in Darkness, then it could not be found, because, as I said before, in Darkness there is nothing. It cannot be lost in Light, because Light shows everything, thus the Spirit wouldn't be lost. So that leaves it with the confused little medium between the two.. [b]Siren:[/b] Shadow. [b]Geinudo:[/b] Precisely. Spirit is lost in Shadow. One knows that they have Spirit, but they might not be able to find it. When they find it, how will they know it is theirs? The Darkness in Shadow prevents an indentity from being given. [b]Uthwine:[/b] Simple, shine more Light into the Shadow. [b]Geinudo:[/b] One could only wish it was that easy... [i]At these words he stood up, looking at Uthwine.[/i] [b]Geinudo:[/b] My eyes, there are completely white. Are they not? [b]Uthwine:[/b] They are. [b]Geinudo:[/b] White is, in essence, the presence of Light? With no Darkness? [b]Uthwine:[/b] It is. [i]Geinudo took a step closer. His gaze directly into hers.[/i] [b]Geinudo:[/b] Now, look into my eyes and tell me what you see. [i]Uthwine, a little uncomfortable and confused, yet... curious at the same time. Looked at him, and into his eyes. There, she could see a reflection of her head, but... her face lacked detail. It was simply just there..[/i] [b]Uthwine:[/b] I see... [i]something[/i]. [i]Geinudo turned around and walked back to where he was laying down, and rested once again..[/i] [b]Geinudo:[/b] In Light, a Spirit is found. In Darkness, a Spirit can't be. In Shadow, a Spirit is lost. It can only gained when it is driven by a want or need to exist. One does not find a Spirit, a Spirit finds them. [i]Geinudo closed his eyes and rested. Silently. There. By himself.[/i] [size=1]If anyone understand anything I just said, I'll give them a cookie... cause I don't even get what I just said, lol..[/size][/color]

[color=indigo][b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Height:[/b] 6'-6'1 [b]Eyes:[/b] Umm... a little bit of yellow-orange, mostly gray-blue, and a ring of dark-blue... No, I don't wear contacts. o_O [b]Hair:[/b] Brown [b]Weight:[/b] Somewhere between 130 and 135 pounds (I'm one skinny mofo) [b]Occupation:[/b] None. [b]Intrests:[/b] Music, drawing, movies... that's about it.. [b]Fav Anime:[/b] DragonBall, Cowboy Bebop, Trigun... [b]Other:[/b] Je suis le diable, et je mangerai votre âme comme si c'était poulet frit.[/color]

[color=indigo][i]The vampire walked nonchalantly out in the barren land that lay outside the town from which he came. His feed had left him incredibly satiated. It now began to fill him with a lust for more, depsite how much he had already drank. He could not seem to get enough of it. It was blood he needed and it was blood he was going to get. He was rather distant from the town by now, but as he turned around he could still see it. With a strong pace he walked to it once again. The sky was beginning to lighten, so he approximated that it was roughly five hours past the middle of the night. Upon arrival, he noticed that there now a few people walking among the roads. He kept his head down enough to hide himself, but not so much that he came off as suspicious. As people passed by they did look at him oddly, but did not recognize him as a vampire. His eyes looked up as he began to enter the middle of the town, which is where all of the shops and inns were located. He was searching for a place to take refuge during the day. He spotted a wooden building with three floors, over the entry door hung a wooden sign with the word "INN" carved into it. He was suprised that such a secluded town that is of a race of man with its own tongue, adapted the common languge so well. He walked to the inn, and entered through the swinging door and walked up to the front counter which was to his left. The employee behind the counter was a man of age, who was, to say the least, startled upon sight of the dark one. Stuttering, he spoke, and with a heavy accent..[/i] [b]Old Man:[/b] C-can I hhelp you, s-sir? [i]The vampire lifted his head and matched his gaze with the old man's frightful stare. He then spoke...[/i] [b]???:[/b] I need a room for the day. Do you possess one that is vacant? [i]His voice was somewhat low, very smooth and eloquent, well pronounced, and easy to hear no matter how loud or soft he was speaking.[/i] [b]Old Man:[/b] Let... me check. [i]The old man turned around and search along a long table that was full of various keys...[/i] [b]Old Man:[/b] I-If you don't mind me asking... where are y-you from, sir? [i]The vampire knew he couldn't really tell him, but if he kept silent it would certainly draw suspicion. So he lied.[/i] [b]???:[/b] I am a lonely traveller from north-eastern Europe. I move myself around from place to place, and rest in an inn, like yours here, when I find a town. [i]The old man exhaled a small sigh of relief, for he had unknowingly been deceived...[/i] [b]Old Man:[/b] A foreigner? Well, I guess that explains some things. [i]The man finds a pair of keys on the table, and picks one of them up. He turns back to the vampire..[/i] [b]Old Man:[/b] Here we are, room number 335. That would be on the third floor, and the thirty-fifth room. [i]The vampire gently took the key from the old man's fingers. Something at the door then caught his eye. A strong light began to seep through the bottom crack of the door. The sun was coming up...[/i] [b]???:[/b] All my travelling before now has taken its toll upon me; I am very tired. What do I owe in recompense to your kindness? [b]Old Man:[/b] For one day? That would be ten. [i]The vampire reached through his shroud and into the pocket of his pants from which he removed two coins, and handed them to the old man..[/i] [b]Old Man:[/b] Ah, I see you have adapted to our currency? [b]???:[/b] One might say that. I perform some... night jobs. [b]Old Man:[/b] I see. [i]This old fellow was rather gullible. The money which had been handed to him was money stolen off the father of the woman he fed off earlier that morning.[/i] [b]???:[/b] I must retire. I bid you farewell, for now. [i]The vampire walked off and up the stairs.[/i] [b]Old Man:[/b] If there is anything you need, just come to me. [i]The vampire didn't look back, but merely raised his hand back to acknowledge that he heard the man and continued his way up. Just as he had disappeared around the corner, another person opened the door to the inn as the sunlight poured through. Directly on the area of which the vampire was once standing... Upon ascending to the third floor, the vampire gazed down the hall in front of him. It turned at the end into another hallway. The vampire lifted his foot to take a step. In the middle of the step he blurred and within a second was at the other end of the hallway. Coming out of the blur, he stepped out on the foot he had lifted before. He turned to face down the next hall way and repeated this. He looked at the doors around him. They all read in the mid twenties. He then glared down the next hallway, and walked down it following the numbers until finally arriving at room three hundred and thirty-five. Just as he reached for the door handle, he stopped. Beneath the door he could see light... Taking precautions he unlocked the door, then pulled his shroud over his head, covering any exposed parts of his body. With his hand under his shroud he grasped the handle and opened the door slowly. He could most definately feel the heat of the sunlight on his shroud. He shut the door behind him quickly moved into an area of the room where the direct sunlight did not reach its vengeful hand, and removed his shroud from over his face, letting it droop down to its original position. Indeed, there was an open window. The morning light shined strongly through and across the floor. He moved towards the window staying out of the light, and pushed the shutters to their closed position. This blocked a majority of the light from passing through. He moved to the bed, which was conveniently placed in the darkest part of the room. He then removed his shroud from himself, and lay it across a nightstand beside his bed. He removed the blade with its sheath from his waist and placed it under the thin, cotton matress.Then he merely lay down on his back with his hands interlocked over his stomach, and eyes closed...[/i][/color]