Mitch

[color=red] I believe it is because of the moving of the My Picture forum, but, it could be something else. I'm not even certain James knows himself, to tell you the truth. But we'll see.[/color]

[color=red] Thanks :) Well, first I have to speak to the person which I am making the story with, then I can continue. I didn't know...uh, autographs...uh, yeh. But expect more sometime soon. Hopefully that is.[/color]

[color=red] Yes,I'm helping someone write a script for a RPG which they are making. A real one...well, hopefully. Basically they have told me what to write up very briefly, and I then wrote the beginning up: [i]Eden: Beginning Script By: Mitchell Smith My Dad looked at me briefly: "Son, this is it, we're finally blowing our way into the ship." I could not believe it, it seemed to have been forever since that day we had begun our work of excavating the ship. But, as it dawned upon me, I knew this was it. This was when we would finally do what my father had dreamed to do ever since we had begun our work of excavating. Finally, with luck, we would learn something of our shrouded past. My father began to pace as it seemed he always did when he was anxious, and after what seemed longer than it did, Barry finally approached: "Sir, the bombs're in place. We only 'wait yo' word, sir." "Lead me on, Barry." "Yessir!" Upon reaching the ship and our congregation of teammates, I could sense the tension, as if it were surrounding me, choking me, and robbing me of all other thoughts. But my Father was calm, as he always was at times such as these. How he managed to mollify his emotions and hide them away like that I never quite understood. And as my father got settled, he held his hands up to quiet the noisy clamor which had arose upon our arrival. As all attention was drawn toward him, he began to speak: "Quiet! Quiet, men!" he paused, then began again, "The day has finally come when our dreams shall finally be realized. It has certainly been a worthy wait, but the waiting will soon now be over. Time it is now that our dreams are to be taken to reality, other than just a slowly nearing flame. Henceforth, trigger the bomb!" Barry, whom was holding the trigger to the bomb, quickly then ignited it. The towering explosion which followed was instantaneous and booming in its entirety. As short-lived as it was, it was a beauty to view. As the flaming heat created from it receded, and my vision became its keen self again as the explosion ended, I vaguely heard my father shout: "Onward, our dream awaits!" As vague and trailing as I heard it, it did then stick into my mind, and still it does to this day. Those were the last words that I heard him speak. I then followed our group into the bowels of that ancient ship. The deeper as I did get into the ship, the darker it got. Luckily, I had brought along a few flares with me by chance. Once I had one lighten, I began to observe my surroundings. It seemed that I was within what had at one time been a laboratory. As I slowly surveyed the room, I came upon the most peculiar thing yet: A tube of some sort. I flashed my flare upon it, curiosity getting the best of me. I saw the last thing that I had expected: A human. Or, at least, that is what it seemed. I was startled so much that I dropped my flare, causing it to go out. An icily flailed fear then plagued into me, and I clumsily lit another flare, compelling myself back into control. When finally the flare was lit, I then again flashed upon that strange tube. I first found that my eyes had not deceived me. It was, truly, a human. A woman, in fact. Then I noticed some labeling upon the tube: Savior Specimen Number Four, it read. Beside that, in slightly larger letters, was: Codename: Epon. As questions slurred about me upon reading the label, the glass of the tube then suddenly and forcefully broke, and that woman, Epon, as the label had read, stepped out. I hastily then ran, fearing of my life, and almost dropped my flare again as I did. But just as soon as I had begun running, a voice called out to me. A beautiful and capturing voice, an alluring and tagging voice. Epon's voice: "Wa?wait! Wait!" the voice entreated. I stopped in my tracks, and hesitantly reapproached that tube, where Epon now stood. Oh! When I viewed her for the very first time, what a beautiful site she was to behold , just as that of her voice. I was completely and utterly speechless. Long we stood, just staring. But Epon soon thereafter broke the silence: "Where?.where am I?" she said, rubbing at her head, as though trying to remember. "An abandoned ship which my team and I have long been excavating," as I said that, her luscious eyes seemed to fill with a suave knowledge which I could not seem to grasp fully. "Oh," was all she said. I then took to ask her of what she knew. "Can you tell me anything about this, uh, ship?" I knew she must have known something. I could see it in her eyes, her so beautiful eyes. "My?memory's?gone. I?I can't remember anything, other than my name, Epon?," As she spoke, she placed her hands upon the front of her head again. I could tell she was holding back something, but I did not tempt to ask, wanting to push on and leave that wretched ship. "It'll come back, just in time, I suppose. Well, would you come with me, Epon?" "To where?" "My campsite." "S?sure, I suppose." "Ok, follow me, and keep close." "I will, uh?" "Skan. Skan's my name." "Ok, let's go, Skan." As we went as fast as could, we heard an endless wail of screams. The horrific terror only pushed our pace that much faster. Also, I did smell the smell of what seemed to be flesh, and I faintly applied that something was killing my team, my Father included. But still we did push on, making it away safely, and returning to my campsite.[/i][/color]

[color=red] Hmm...well, it is her life, and her decisions, no matter how much you care. All you can do is give advice and your opinion, and hope that something of which you say she takes to heart. Other than that, I don't know.[/color]

[color=red] I think that it may have happend when My Picture was moved from NL to OL...it's quite possible that that is it. Oh well, I'll reach 1000 eventually :shifty:[/color]

[color=red] He is meant to be annoying, yet I still do like him. He adds a sense of humor and dumbness which just makes DBZ more enjoyable.[/color]

[color=red] Don't you understand the Goku is meant to be the complete opposite of Vegeta, thus it creates a kind of juxtaposition between them, which then creates irony and adds some fluidity to the show? It is just Goku's nature to be kind at times, and rather than fight, let whomever he is fighting surrender before he dies. So I do not think that Goku acting like Goku should act is 'dumb'. That is the way I'm certain Akira wanted Goku to be and act, he wanted Goku to be seen as the main hero, merciful and justful in all of his actions, not consumed by power, corruption, or hate.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Crazy White Boy [/i] [B]Maybe all these people who lost large numbers of posts, simply posted in Classic Gaming a lot. ^^;; [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] I've only posted around three times in there...yet I've seemed to have lost somewhere around one hundred posts..:([/color]

[color=red] Auron. He just has some kind of cool style to him that makes you want to get to know him more. He's also very perceptive and intelligent. He is one of the coolest FF characters since Sephiroth, I believe. I can't stand Tidus though, he's to whiny, and I just don't like him for some reason. But Auron, Auron, well, he's just the epitome of cool.[/color]

[color=red] Yes, FF6 is my favorite FF. I would buy it. It is a very nicely presented game, with wonderful characters, and everything else you'd expect from Square.[/color]

[color=red] I've never really had to use the edit posts option as of yet. But I can tell you a few times I have accidently edited some posts. You know, I'd mean to press the 'Post' option but I'd accidently hit the 'Edit' button on the last person which has posted. I've done that twice. And the second time I did it to James's post O_O...but I edited it again and deleted what I had said and posted it into my own reply. I have no clue whom it could be. But my belief is that it is a hacker. Who else could override the basic code of OB?[/color]

[color=red] Well, as of yet, I have no opinion. Once the content and other added touches are made into My Otaku, then I suppose I will. I really don't see why getting rid of the NL was all that bad. Well, it has been good and bad...but I'm not going to state what opinion I have so far. It's already in the thread which CWB created.[/color]

[color=red] Although I'm reluctant to do this...[/color]

[color=red] Mmm....this is the first work of yours I've seen, Sara. I'm not sure if I like it or not....it kind of is just a collection of feelings bound together in a scrambled beauty, in a way. But it's fine, although I'd rather like verse. It just doesn't seem....to effect me as much, I mean, well...I've never lost someone as it seems you have, so I really cannot understand this poem to its full extention...but it is good, yet still it seems to miss something to me. I'm glad to see something of yours [i]finally[/i]. [/color]

[color=red] You'd never think I'd post here, eh? Do you hold that much to me? Well, even if you rather loathe this piece, it still [i]is[/i] a rather good story. And there's no denying that, even if you want to. I wish you'd post more of your work, as I said before, it seems you have talent. And don't worry, just because you may think you aren't that good of a writer. I'm still not good enough, I'm still searching for my better style, and my maximum potential. Writing seems it could take an eon to master, but accept I will the time alloted.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sara [/i] [B][SIZE=1]I [i]still[/i] call it G/S....and no one has any clue what I'm talking about...And Otaku Lounge [it is still Otaku Lounge, right?] is GD, and Sephiroth will always be 'Safer.' Heh. Me? No, I'm not set in my ways.... And Mitch, I am [i]not[/i] addicted to this place...Anymore. :p[/SIZE] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] I heard that lying tone, tisk tisk :nono: Repent for your lie for it is untrue, and you are beset with an addiction here. You're not a very good liar :p[/color]

[color=red] Yes, in V.5, there was a limit thing that stopped you from making your sig bigger than needed. But yes, my sig did grow big, but I resized it. And I still see numerous people with to long sigs, like Rancid's, his has a whole song last time I saw. But not to many people are going overboard.[/color]

[color=red]Name: Mitchell Grant Smith Age: 16 DOB: October 12th, 1986 Location: Bismarck, North Dakota One Word: Thoughtful Occupation: Student Color: Green Food: Pizza Beverage: Orange Juice Alter Ego: Uh...darkness Dream Job: Writer Self-Proclaimed: Poet Ethnicity: Uh...blank here Extracurricular: Biking Hobby: Writing, reading, video games Dessert: Ice cream Musician: uh....blank again Group: System of a Down Mac or PC? PC Nics: People at school call me Smitch...and AnimeLover...as I was otherwise called Blog: [url=www.livejournal.com/~lover_of_anime]Yes[/url] Home Page: No Religion: Chirstian Book: The Silmarillion By J.R.R. Tolkien Collections: Used to have a rock...books now. Sport: Relaxation Won't Eat: I'll eat anything as long as it's food... TV Show: Seinfield Words to live by: Conflict creates life Addicted to: Otaku Boards, writing, life, people Comic: Sinfest Movie: The Matrix[/color]

[color=red] Very melancholy and reminicent. It also flows pretty well, but could better flow. It's wonderful though. I hope to see more of your work.[/color]

[color=red] Ahh, you never cease to amaze me with your poetry. All of your poems, as does this one, flow right off of my tongue like a buttered friction. Wonderful. I also liked the ending, very nice. Keep it up.[/color]

[color=red] The part that made it wonderful was the rhythmical flowing scheme of it. It just flew all over tha page with all of that rhythm flow it has. That's what made it work great. it was catchy.[/color]

[color=red] Yeh, this isn't a poem. And the base idea of it is great. It could've been better written, but the base ideal of it is good. Just get rid of the 'yourself' if you would want, because you isn't really needed unless you are actually addressing someone within the context of the writing. Make it thyself or oneself...whichever sounds better.[/color]

[color=red] Ackk, I can't believe I missed this three months ago. You pulled off the characterization of a six year old wonderfully. This is only like the second thing of yours I've read, but it is much better. Hmm, I just loved the way you fitted the character right into her age. Wonderful. But of course, it could be improved, but that's only if you'd want to. It's wonderful the way it is. And yes, you do have a writing style. All writers do, it's just that we have multiple ones. Some mimic others, and they eventually all meld together to become our own style.[/color]

[color=red] School is where I have gained all of my intellect, and it is all in and a wonderful place. Although school will not teach you many lessons in life, it does give you a know of what you like and want to do when you become an adult. To spray paint a school is to say that one does not want to accept life, and it also says that one is hating of life and disrespectful. So yes, I do think it is bad. What grade were these kids in, or did they even find them? To do something like that is pure ignorance and disrespect.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sara [/i] [B][SIZE=1]Kind of disturbing, really....[/SIZE] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red] How is that disturbing? A disturbing addiction? O_o... I mean, when you get right down to it, OB is addicting. If it weren't, then why would all of these members be here still?[/color]