Corey

[b]Neil-[/b] "No. That's all there is to it. You bailed on me last night. I was waiting for [i]you[/i]. The double date was for [i]us[/i], not me, [i]us[/i]. You left me there with Shelly and her sister looking like an ***. I will not cover your half of the rent!" Norm had gone a slight shade of red. A vein pulsed monotonously on his forehead. Jonas shrugged. [b]Jonas-[/b] "Then I'm afraid we're going to get evicted. Listen... Neil, I will pay you back. It's only a hundred bucks. You know Adam and James will throw in their hundred. They always do. I had to buy some new clothes... They got, uh, ripped up... At work. Don't look at me like that! You look like my damn dad. I'll put in a few extra shifts. I will pay you back." Jonas ran a hand through his hair as Neil eyed him. His eyes pierced like daggers. [b]Neil-[/b] "Fine! Fine. I don't care anymore. I don't even know why I'm still your friend. I should have dropped you in junior high. Now we're living in a college dorm and going to effing college. You're probbaly going to drop out after this year but end up still living with me." Jonas embrased him and put a big overly comical smack on his cheek. [b]Jonas-[/b] "You're a life saver. I'll see you tonight. I'm gonna go in and put in a few extra hours." Jonas slapped his friends hand and trotted from the building. The day was clear. The sky a bright blue. The traffic, light, but thick enough so you didn't want to take a walk in the street. He walked over to his locked bike and removed the Kryptonite lock. He jumped on, making sure to put on a helmet, and rode his way to the county zoo. He worked there as a Janitor.

[b]Name:[/b] Jonas Artribidad [b]Age:[/b] 19 [b]Human Appearance:[/b] [img]http://www.hansenmedia.se/personal/jonas.jpg[/img] [b]Main Transformation:[/b] [img]http://animaltrial.com/animals/grizzlybearpictures/madgrizzlybear.jpeg[/img]

I thought that this wouldn't be a bad idea. Could be wrong though... Take a screenshot of your desktop and post it in here. I should probably start off the thread with my own, no?

Robert sighed and trudged his way back up to the sonar machine. He pulled out the screen and brought up the display. [b][i]Display-[/b] "Mapping of Underground Area: Sector 17, expected to be completed in 00:37:57. Data buffering at 72%."[/i] He slid the screen back into its compartment and wheeled it down the dune. The coolness of the shed had longs since been replaced with a steifling humid heat. He pushed the machine in, grimacing slightly, and locked the doors tight. It was their most important piece of technology. Perhaps even more so than their night gear; thermal blankets, assorted thermal clothing, and lights. He slowly and carefully made his way to his own tent, feeling the wind as it began to pick up. His tent was small. Built only for one. It was white, to reflect the rays of the sun and keep the inside as cool as possible. He unzipped the outer door and then the inner. Two layres meant less sand. And less sand was a very good thing. Robert re-zipped his tent and picked up a book. It might be a while. Hopefully Saria and the new (but probably un-needed) linguist would arrive after the storm. Alan had been good, but apparently this person was better.

To Sara: I got that question about twenty times while I was there. To Epidemic: i posted from home. I was discharged the day of the scident and then had to go back the next day for an eye exam. I posted after the eye exam. To The Baron: No. No one has been caught and no one has confessed. I just hope that if we do not catch him he is forever tormented by the thought that he may have killed someone. To All: Thankyou for your thoughts. They mean a lot.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Harry [/i] [B]I pulled a stomach muscle before. You'd never imagine how many activities require stomach muscles. I'd rate it about an 8-9 [/B][/QUOTE] Same thing with the hip injury.

"...how bad is the pain?" Let's see. How should I begin? Well I guess a good spot would be about noon(midwest time) yesterday. My family)father, mother, sister, younger aunt, older aunt, and myself) were heading to a restaraunt for lunch. It was a slightly rainy day so the roads were rather wet. We were about half way there and this guy began cutting into out lane(white 4x4 pickup). HYe was going to hit us so my mother swerved onto the shoulder. When she attempted to get back onto the road we lost control of the minivan. We fishtailed 5-6 times before losing control completely and going across the median (the median was notihng but grass). We hit another car, almost head on. I have a severely bruised right hip and right kidney damage. I also have visual damage (a bruise on my optical cortex). My sister has a fractured ankle and dental damage. My father has a severly bruised chest. My younger aunt has medium bruises all over her body(she was not belted). My mother has two broken legs, a broken ankle, and a broken toe. My elderly aunt has two broken ribs, a deflated lung, and a possible spinal injury. We are all expected to live. We are all expected to recover (with the possibility I might never regain full vision). So as to not make this thread a total waste of space: Has anyone else been in a car accident?

He tilled the dirt with his hoe carfully. It had to be perfect to produce a good crop of potatoes. Not too hard and not too soft. It had to be perfect to stimulate root growth and produce good potatoes. He straitened up and looked down the acres of potatoes. What was he doing? He, Arron Barlow, was 37. He farmed potatoes. He still lived in the house he was born in, even if he is alone. Aaron walked slowly back to the house, carefully avoiding the rows of potatoes. He needed a drink. The sence of a wasted life had hung over him for a very long time. But he couldn't bear to leave his home. He had lived his life here. And what would happen if he left? The good soil would go to waste. The house would probably fall down or be burned. And the chickens would all die. He couldn't leave. [b]Aaron-[/b] "C'Mere Lyn." A small squat dog waddled up to him just as he was nearing the house. The sky was an ominous grey and the grass looked too dark. Something was happening. But it didn't concern him. All that concerned him was potatoes and the forest. Perhaps he would go out there tonight. Sleep in a tree. It was so much easier to sleep when you had a tree to cradle you. He reached the house and walked in, Lyn trotting at his heels. He dropped a bit of leftover chicken in the dogs dish and sauntered into the livingroom of his home. It was dark, with only a very small window on the western wall. Two rather ugly red cloth chairs sat, faded in the room. He plopped down on one and grabbed a nearby bottle of Gin, rembering how badly alcohol affected him. He would vomit later. Definitly. But for now... He took a deep swig and shuddered as it went down. Enough... It was enough... The bottle came to rest on the floor once more. Perhaps when the sun set he would go to the forest... It would be nice to see the trees up close again.

The Foo Fighters are sexy no matter what. But I'd say probbaly anything techno, or trance. Anything with a constant, repetitive, primal beat.

Ok. You obviously didn't read the sticky. I don't want to nitpick, for nits seriously suck, but I do want to help you out a little. First, your story has very little storyline. All you are telling us is that there's this guy with this sword that has to destory this darkness. If you want people to sign up, you have to write more and draw the people into the story. You also have nothing that includes other people. As far as I can see, this is a one-man-show. No one else is even mentioned. There are no signup forms. And there is, basically, an evily linear plotline. Sometimes not a bad thing, but this is too much. I hope you take my suggestions to heart. It seems like a slightly good idea, if you put more work into it.

[b]Robert-[/b] "Morning Miss Caulfield," He wiped a bead of sweat from his forhead. It had already rose twenty degrees. "Sleep well?" [b]Megan-[/b] "Well enough. What's for breakfast?" Robert smiled and walked over to a small tent they had erected. He came back with a buttered english muffin. [b]Robert-[/b] "It's either this or a can of Spam. And I think Spam is more of a lunch food." She smiled faintly and took the english muffin from him. Robert turned around and surveyed their comodities. Everything was either in a makeshift cellar they had dug, or in coolers. And they were running low. Seventy cans of non-perishable food, twenty three packs of bread products, and then a few indulgences. [b]Megan-[/b] "We're running low, aren't we." She gave him a sad smile. She knew they would have to leave soon, just as most of the others did. Robert nodded. [b]Robert-[/b] "Yeah. We are. I'd say we have enough food for about another two weeks. Maybe less if we don't ration. The good thing is that we still have plenty of water. Probably enough for another three or four weeks. So if we run out of food at least we won't die of dehydration." He shrugged and looked at Megan. She was smiling slightly. [b]Megan-[/b] "You know what I've realized?" She wiped her forehead. "Desert humor stops being as funny when you live there." Robert nodded. [b]Robert-[/b] "But you can't help but joke about hopeless situations. It relieves stress." Megan smiled and walked away with her english muffin. "We're doing sector 17 today," he yelled after her. She gave him a thumbs-up without turning around. He smiled and walked over to the sonar machine. It's small indicator tone was sounding. The machine was charged. "Well... If anyone is still asleep, they won't be for long..." Everyday, underground charting began promptly at eight am. It was eight twenty. I waved at Samantha and pointed toward the machine. She nodded and inserted a pair of earplugs. She then turned toward where everyone was still grouped together. [b]Samantha-[/b] "PLUGS!" There was sudden movement in the tents as people scrambled to insert their plugs. An original member of our team, Alan Ragrock, had not worn earplugs one day. The machine blew out his eardrums. He was sent to a local hospital and flown back to his US home. Megan took hers out of her pocket, and jammed them in. Robert inserted his own and began adjusting the variables of the machine. Maximum depth... Full power... Full spread... Image mapping to full resolution... "PLUGS!" Samantha repeated the warning in case someone had not heard. [b]Robert-[/b] "Beginning sequence one of five." Robert spoke into a small cassette recorder. He pulled the trigger of the machine and the air suddenly felt as if you were at a concert. It vibrated and seeemd to wobble. It continued for about ten seconds then stopped. "Two of five." He pulled it again and the same thing happened. The excess vibration was released into the air while the less harmful vibrations mapped the underground. The rest of the sequences were carried out without incident. Robert pulled a screen from the machine and looked at it. [b][i]Display-[/i][/b] [i]"Mapping of Underground Area: Sector 17, expected to be completed in 01:28:12. Data buffering at 3%."[/i] Robert nodded and walked over to the mess tent while removing his earplugs. His stomach always hurt after a sonar run. An antacid was in order.

The sand blew across their burned faces. Three months. Three months they had been out there in search of anything and finding nothing. Three months of dehydration fits and respiratory distress. Three months of the scalding sun and the freezing nights. Three months of the scorpions. And what have they found? Nothing. Early one morning he rose from the cradle of sleep to a landscape as of yet untouched by sunlight. It looked as placid as an ocean, despite their little makeshift home and the red-flagged excavation sites. The sonar had revealed little, but there were a few small things. Possibly some recently dead animal, buried under the sand after it died of dehydration. Slowly, he made his way to the top of one a dune of sand. If he had been anywhere else, he would have sworn he had been climbing a watery wave. The horizon stretched for miles. The crystal clear air magnified everything, making it seem attainable in less than a few minutes walk. Cacti stood like solemn guards to the treasure that lied beneath the sand. Their needles like makeshift weaponry. Flowers like eyes. Appendages that seemingly reached toward the sky to pick up some unknown signal or order. He shook his head and smiled. The sun peaked over the horizon, immediately beginning the great heat of the day. Shadows sprung from the cacti and sand dunes. The few shrubs that grew almost curled up to try and hide from the life giver and death bringer in the sky. He slipped on his reflective sunglasses and walked back down the dune, leaving footprints once again on the perfection of sand. A warm wind kicked up and rippled their tents. A few stirred, but more slept. He smiled and walked over to the small plastic storage unit they had brought with them. Slowly and carefully he removed the sonar device. Dragging it over the the agreed-upon spot, he began charging the battery. It would take about an hour to reach maximum charge with the sun just beginning to peek over the distant lands. Solar power wasn't perfect. He made coffee and waited for the others to awake. He felt that today was their lucky day. Something was going to happen. And wether that thing would be good or bad, anything would be better than the monotonous run of their stay, so far.

You know what amazes me? The fact that this thread is no longer about amazement. One more thing, I am Athiest, but thankyou all for not just blankly dubbing me so. Most people think that because I'm have rather radical views that I'm either a member of The Curch of Satan (something I truely don't want to get involved with), of just a violent heretic (though being athiest already dubs me as one). One more thing, I found out today that if you make a complaint, no matter how small, that store will usually send you coupons for free stuff. One more thing, how about we drop the whole ***** and moan thing and go back to a worthwile discussion, yeah? One more thing, I find it amazing that people are so quick to get pissed at one another simply because they follow a different religion. No more things.

[b]Qualifiers[/b] [list]Raiha Kain Blanko The Harlequin Boba Fett sweetreyes Arcadia KnightOfTheRose[/list]

I'm sorry... I really haven't been the same Corey for a while and have developed a kind of forgetfulness to go along with a prior injury. [center]------------------------[/center] Kensuke cleared the dishes as silently as as he had prepaired the breakfast. First rinsing them and then dropping them in the sink to wash later in the day. Daisuke had demolished everything that the others had refused, which wasn't much. He had eaten more than anyone. It was rather comical. He hated Kensuke, but loved his food. Kensuke smirked and cleared the final two plates from in front of Aya and Nariko. [b]Aya-[/b] "What are you smiling about?" He toned his grin down to a small smile and looked at Aya. [b]Kensuke-[/b] "Absolutely nothing." Daisuke scoffed and gave Kensuke a bemused smile. "You ate my food, now leave." His mood had turned 180degrees. He now felt the calming hand of hate clenching his mind and forcing his day down the drain. He turned back to the dishes. [b]Daisuke-[/b] "You're lucky I got you a ticket too prettyboy." Kensuke began to turn, ready to slander the little stalker with a million different insults. Nariko caught his eye and mouthed the word 'No'. With an audible sigh of disgust, he glared at Daisuke and went back to the dishes. [b]Nariko-[/b] "Out." He heard Daisuke stand up. [b]Daisuke-[/b] "But Nariko-san, I still have have some orange juice." He was pulled from the room by Nariko, leaving Kensuke and Aya alone. He shut off the faucet and turned toward Aya. [b]Kansuke-[/b] "Aya?" The girl had a faraway look in her eyes. Almost as if she was imagining an encounter with an old friend. She did not reply. "Aya? Are you ok?" She blinked rapidly. [b]Aya-[/b] "Oh... Uh, yes! I'm fine Kensuke... Really." He smiled, not conviced at all. He left the room, thinking he should probably keep an eye on her. And he had called Daisuke a stalker...

[b]Qualifiers[/b] [list]Raiha Kain Blanko The Harlequin Boba Fett sweetreyes KnightOfTheRose[/list] I was hoping for a slightly better turnout, but beggars can't be choosers. It will be starting in the next 24 hours.

Aren't pinecones a type of fractal too?

Double posting is a nono. *shakes finger menacingly* Anyway... [quote][i]Orginally Posted By That one Guy That Said It[/i] [b]Is it really that hard to imagine that God loves us enough to create an entire universe just to satisfy our natural human curiosity?[/b][/quote] In a word, yes.

[b]Name:[/b] Aaron Barlow [b]Age:[/b] 37 [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Weapons:[/b] [list][i]Lorangalth-[/i] A short sword forged from pure steel. The hilt and handle is a bronze/steel hybrid material. There is etching in the shape of vines about 1/3 up it's two foot blade. [i]Crossbow-[/i] A simple crossbow that loads simple arrows. It's made of wood from the Ash tree. The thread is black and woven from yak hair. -_-[/list] [b]Outfit:[/b] Aaron wears a suit of steel mesh underneath of his mostly bland clothing. On his head he wears a olive colored bandana and a scarf of sorts around his neck. On his upperbody he wears a simple brown shirt that is tattered in many places, yet has been patched to hide his armor. An overcoat of faded brown leather covers the shirt and hangs down to about midleg. His pants are old leather that has been torn and repaired several times over. He wears a pair of black elvish boots. On his left hand he wears a silver ring with a red stone embedded in the top. On his right, a braclet made of dried, woven grasses. [b]Magic:[/b] N/A [b]Appearance:[/b] Aaron is rather tanned from being outside most of his life. His tan stops right above his elbows/knees. His face is scarred but strong. He has lightbrown hair and strikingly pale blue eyes. His facial hair is kept down to a stubble when possible. His hands are rough from the near-constant forest adventures. [b]Occupation:[/b] Farmer [b]Description:[/b] Aaron usually keeps to himself and only fights to protect himself. He is calm and calculating, and usually the last to react. An overall nice guy, but he has a rather large power-hungry streak. Aaron owns a small plot of land and farms potatoes. He likes potatoes. [b]History:[/b] When Aaron was young his parents were rather wealthy. They owned a house of comfortable size, and had money to spend. Often they would go into town and purchase exotic spices and other useless items. They bought him anything he wanted, which wasn't much. All Aaron wanted to do, from a very young age, was to explore. As an infant he would sneak out of his room and wander the house. As a toddler he would leave his home and explore the farm. In his teenage years he often left for days into the forest that bordered his families farm. He had several run-ins with local wildlife, not to mention a few thieves and mauraders. On one rather remarkable occasion, he came upon an Elven settlement. They welcomed him, the lost human child, into their care and fed him. They gave him shelter for the few days he stayed. Aaron was quite sad to leave the Elven settlement. When he did leave, they gave him a pair of boots endowed with magic to never become too small or wear out. He treasured them always. When he was almost ready to leave his home, at the age of eighteen, his father died from a bacterial infection. He was forced, by his morality, to stay with his mother and help her to maintain the farm. Seven years later, she also died, but from natural causes. Aaron could never bring himself to part with his home. Even though his dreams are big and his hunger for power large. [b]Likes:[/b] A good potato stew, beef, brunette women, coffee, schorching sunlight, and the outdoors. [b]Dislikes:[/b] Close quarters, confinement, and ale. [b]Style:[/b] He is an incredibly hard worker.

*shudder* I truely hate it when people pick apart eachothers posts simply to provide a responce that sounds slightly better than the others. Anyway, to Drix, I am male. The Rose part often confuses people. I just consider myself to be rather romantic. I recently found out today that if you put thirtyfive people in a school room together at 87degrees, turn off the lights, and put a movie in, the entire class will be asleep by the end of the period. Now that's amazing.

I thoguht he was too.

Wow. I truely like it. It does look dark and sinister. Bravo.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Drix D'Zanth [/i] [B]I'm assuming that you have the answer?[/B][/QUOTE] I have [i]an[/i] answer. If we are the only beings in this vast universe, wether we arrived through evolution or being placed here by some god, that can comprehend emotion or the such, then it is one hell of a waste of space. And if so, the god is a moron and evolution is nothing more than randomness.

[b]Name:[/b] President Rendell Tocktrey [b]Age:[/b] 38 [b]Appearence:[/b] Rendell dons a back suit with a crimson undershirt. He wears a grey tie and has oily black hair. His eyes are a piercing blue and his skin pale and soft. He weighs about 150lbs and stands at 6'7" [b]Occupation:[/b] President of the Shinra Company [b]Bio:[/b] Rendell first had the thought of rebuilding Midgar while sitting around the chocobo tracks in the Gold Saucer. He was never a very straight arrow guy. Always dealed on the more sheisty side of town. Sold/Bought drugs and defective materia. Murdered people for money. Etcedera. Etcedera. Over the course of a year, he gathered funding and people to help him. Then he made his way from Kalm to the derelict city. He used his money to purchase replacement parts for one of the Mako reactors. That began running smoothly again, so he began selling Mako. After gaining enough moeny to repair all eight reactors, he dubbed himself president of Midgar and the newly reformed Shinra. Now the strange death has begun. And just as the people are beginning to return to Midgar. [b]Weapon:[/b] Mako Pistol [b]Attack:[/b] Mako Explosion [b]Mag.Attack:[/b] Bio1

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Adahn [/i] [B]because you are of the only species in existence that can conceive something as such.[/B][/QUOTE] You have proof of this, I hope? And my name is KnightOfTheRose, not Double_B_Daigo.