Corey

Most of the time I cry from eye injuries. Recently the soap fromt he shower slipped from my hands and flew directly to my eye. It burned and ached for a few days afterward. But for emotional tendancies, I usually cry when I feel bad. I don't cry from anger or pain, other than my eye. And laughter only gets bad enough to cry when my friend is stoned of his *** and trying to eat something odd.

The realization that you are nothing compared to everything else can knock the wind out of you. They say that human beings cannot comprehend the concept of infinity. I beg to differ. Once you realize that infinity is something that does not end, something that may not even have a beginning, you can begin to put things into perspective. That pair of desinger brand jeans at the store that you wanted is nothing compared to a red giant star, possibly as old as the cosmos itself, exploding in a supernova that will stretch across space. Those shoes you thought you needed to look 'cool' pale in comparison to the birth of a new heavenly sphere of light, or a planet that is in just the right position to be the host to life. Though some things may feel terrible, an F in school or being dumped by someone you loved, they are nothing compared to everything.

So far everyone is in. There can also be more than one of each specialty, with the following exceptions: [list]Security Exploration and Survival[/list] Kain, as long as you do what I asked you to with your sign up you're still in. [center]-------------------[/center] [b]Name:[/b] Robert Palavar [b]Age:[/b] 37 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Specialty:[/b] Minute Excavation [b]Bio:[/b] Robert had been interested in archaeology for as long as he could remember. His passion for unearthing the buried remains of civilizations and ancient creatures drove him to ignore is obvious talent as a mathematician and pursue a less lucrative career as a 'digger'. He was the man that raised funding for the team and picked the location of the dig (it was completely random). For almost three months there had been nothing but a few terrible sandstorms. Then the sonar device picked up some kind of shaft under about twenty feet of sand and four or five of solid rock. And so the excavation begins.

Millions of years ago, the human race was far superior to what it is now. Technologically, I mean. We had developed ways to fly without massive amounts of pollution. Vehicles that ran on water and air. Space travel as a luxury. Other planet inhabitation was a normal thing. We had colonies on the moon. Mars. Even some moons of Jupiter. Plans were being drawn up for space travel engines that broke the light barrier. We were so close to achieving a perfect world where everything is in harmony with everything. But they messed up... No one would admit it. They called it a random accident. But the fact is, they messed up. During one of the first tests to construct a Matter Reversal Machine (a fools idea of an immortality machine), an explosion occurred. It was not random, like they claimed. Someone infected the core with the wrong kind of Unitonium Isotope. A feedback loop started that went all the way to the SlipStream reactor. The reactor exploded, taking seven eighths of the population with it. Radioactive material flew into the atmosphere and spread all across the world through the jet streams, disintegrating the inhabitants of the world. No one was able to atone for the death, for they were dead aswell. But some survived. They retreated to an underground facility that was safe from the death above. There they sat, almost a million people crammed into a space that was supposed to be for but two hundred and fifty thousand. Disease ran rampant, leaving only the strong and resilient. The survivors began working on ways to extract air from the surface without bringing the radioactivity with it. After several failed attempts, a process was conceived. And once again, the human race flourished. Scientists created ways to gain surpluses of food from singular plants through genetic splicing and advanced pollination techniques. Meat was eliminated from their diet through force, not choice. False light was made using phosphorus materials inside of bulbs and such. For almost ten thousand years the humans lived in their underground sanctuary, sure that they could outlast the radioactivity above. After the first hundred years of losing their main supply source of food and raw materials, the outworld colonies began to decline. First there were several scout missions to earth, to see what had occured. Some returned with the gruesome report, others merely burned up attempting to enter the radioactive atmosphere. They survived, amazingly, about as long as the underground city did. Finally, starvation and malnutrition over took them, and just like their earthen bretheren, they died. The inability to monitor the world above led to their destruction. Three thousand years, almost to the day, a meteor struck the earth wiping all life from it and destroying the radioactivity aswell. The sanctuary, now call Nerion, began to crumble. The escape routes sealed themselves with molten rock. The ceilings cracked and bowed. The humans guessed that something terrible happened above and therefore they had to stop it from happening again. They built a machine. It controlled the enviroments of the planet while making sure nothing ever destroyed into it again. And when evolution was on the right track once again, cryogenically frozen human beings would be launched to the surface to begin another age. ---| Present Day |--- The control system has been warding off imminent threats for millions of years. Diseases. Objects from the heavens. And even destroying people to help aid in the survival of this world. But it's failing. Over the last hundred years or so, it's been breaking down, while remaining unknown to the current age humans. The hole in the O-Zone. AIDS and other diseases. Crime. Pollution. The overall condition of this world... Deep in the Sahara desert, an excavation team has unknowingly unearthed one of the entrances to the long buried human city, Nerion. They have said nothing to no one, and plan on going down themselves first. You are that team. Go, and discover your past. [center]---------------[/center] --|---Sign Ups ---|-- [b]Name-[/b] [b]Age:[/b] (Older than twenty five please) [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Specialty:[/b] Mass Excavation (Large Items), Minute Excavation (Small Items), Security (Weaponry Expert), Survival Specialist, Exploration Expert, Linguist [b]Bio:[/b] (Make it good, but not the longest thing you've ever written. Just basically tell why you chose to join the team and a little of your past life experiences.)

I'm confused. First off, Midgar is in ruins if I'm not mistaken. Shinra is gone and the President(s) is dead. If this is a continuation, it's taking quite a few elements fromt he story and changing them drastically. I'd like to join, but I'm really confused. Please clear this up for me.

I reccomend 250free.com They'll let you have 250mb of space and bandwidth for nothing. I'd like to say this is spam, but I'm honestly not sure.

[b]Name:[/b] Robert DeRooz [b]Age:[/b] 57 [b]Appearance:[/b] Robert stands at about six feet and weighs about 180lbs. His hair is mostly grey, but still has some dark brown in it. His eyes are pale hazel, and his features hard. Wrinkles cover his face like water in the ocean, making him seem far older than he is. Robert usually wears a faded denim jacket with a white shirt underneath it, and black jeans. Black boots cover his feet. [b]Biography:[/b] Before the attack, Robert was a psycologist. He was very rich and carefully manipulated his patients into coming back day after day. He was married, but not exactly happy. The opinion he had formed of his wife was that he hoped she died first. Incidently, that happended. Only not the way he thought it would. She was impaled by a random piece of shrapnel from a falling building while she fled from their three story, 9000sq foot home. Robert sat back and watched the world burn, without much interest. He wished they would take his life too, but no such luck would grace his existance. He was doomed to wander in this dark, doomed world. He left his house, for it was never his home, and began his long trek eastward. Robert never looked back. He walked across the fridged landscapes, cooled from the dark clouds masking the sun. He stopped temporarily, in the care of strangers nice enough to share their supplies with him. Sometimes they tried to recruit him. Sometimes not. More often than not they tried to kill him, and steal the supplies he did not have. All he had left his house with was a hunting knife (which was already stained with much blood), and a small flashlight (a very important comodity in this desolate, dark world). And so he nears the Eastern Seaboard, unsure of what comes next. [b]Opinion:[/b] Robert isn't quite sure what to think of the strange force that decimated the world. He doesn't like them, but he doens't quite hate them either.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Shinmaru [/i] [B]Heh, I'm a [i]huge[/i] procrastinator, unfortunately. I always put off work as long as humanly possible. I'll probably have to find some way to stop myself from doing that, though, seeing as my schedule is full of AP classes, heh. But, knowing me, I'll probably still do it. It's a vicious curse, I suppose. I probably won't get over it until I absolutely have to. [/B][/QUOTE] [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by BabyGirl [/i] [B][color=deeppink]I just work better under pressure ^_^[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] Nuff said.

I commend you Drix. *claps*

Jack sighed as he walked across the park. The sun was just beginning to send it's rays of orange light over the horizon. Another day of light. He would dissapear again untill about seven that night. It's how it always was. He wasn't much of a day person. Didn't hold a job. Didn't have schooling. He just walked where no one else did. Creeks. Abandoned buildings. Bad neighborhoods. Anywhere where people didn't know him. He liked to be alone to refect on his thoughts and his wasted life. But this life was better thn the life he had led. A life that was surrounded by smoke and chemicals. His father was a meth-head. His mom, a heroin addict. He prefered the park much more to the strange smoke and needles that filled the house. But something was wrong... There had been far to much alien activity in the park lately. People that were new... And 'bad news'. Drug dealers... Weapons smugglers... And probably more than one organized crime group... And we were losing... Losing the park, piece by piece. Losing our only remaining foothold in the world. And there was Adrianne. She had been acting rather strangely for a week or so. She had a secret. No one would be able to get it out of her. She would have to relinquish it willingly. It was hurting her. Driving her to act strangely and hurt herself. And it worried him most of all... He walked. Out of the park and down Mainstreet, in search of todays place of hiding.

I would erase the emotion of fear. That way, nothing could force me into an anxiety attack. Nothing could make me back out, for fear of said something. And I think it would be an overall improvement. Fear can often halt someones life simply because it can cause them to be so cripplingly afraid that they cannot live normally.

You seem to have quite the infatuation with ketchup. The only thing I eat that's rather bizarre, is that I eat just about everything with brown mustard. Eggs, toast, etc, etc...

Definitly. How they act is something completely opposite of what you'd expect. Of course, there are exceptions...

I give you my sympathies and hopes that you get better. Beyond that, it's up to you. -Corey

It's a wonder you're not banned yet.

Awww, Sara... You make me sad. I love the ability to see all the different machines of the Harley factories. Some of them I bet even you would like. And to everyone that said something about Harleys not being fast, they make a Harley with a V8 motor in it (stock). The horsepower is somewhere along the lines of 550hp and they have yet to max out the motor for speed. The last speed they hit was about 120mph. I'd say that that's pretty fast.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by pantalaimon [/i] [B]u people are crazy knight of the rose i have expected more from u jeez. [/B][/QUOTE] Wow. That really bothered me. I think I'll go change my ways right now! I get through life not putting a lot of emphasis on morals or what society dubs as right or wrong. And, unfortunately for you pantalaimon, I'm not going to change for you or anyone else.

Probably no one is going to care about this, but over the past few days the Harley Davidson motorcycle company has been celebrating it's 100th year. There are literally thousands of models and millions of riders located all over the world. At the parade that ended no more than two hours ago, I saw people from all over the world. Brazil, The Netherlands, Spain, Italy, Mexico, Puerto Rico, and even Australia. I was hoping to see The Harlequin or maybe Shy roll across the street on a Harley, but we all have dissapointments in life. Congrats to Harley Davidson for 100 years. And heres to another 100!

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Jesus Chicken [/i] [B][color=blue]I laugh when I see people like Knight of the Rose talking about being discreet.[/color][/B][/QUOTE] :P Discreetness is key when dealing in places with evil security gaurds.

[b]Jack-[/b] "Your turf... Your beginning to sound just like the gangs that continue to threaten us... But there's one big difference." She smiled slightly and looked at him. [b]Adrianne-[/b] "What's that?" Jack looked directly at her, eyes twinkling and a huge smile plastered onto his face. [b]Jack-[/b] "We're smarter. We won't provoke. We will only defend." He stood and brushed a bit of dirt from the seat of his pants. "They looked more along the lines of buisiness men than thugs. My guess is that we have more than one new threat on our hands." His face fell slightly as he looked back at Adrianne. "I know you will fight if they force you to... But I want to ask you not to... I don't know what I... We would do without you." He broke into a run and began crossing the park back to the oak.

I love this mind cramping talk. It could simply lose momentum and stop, thereby causing it to no longer spiral down the bowl but fall down it in a straight line.

Claudio walked groggily down the stairs to the tavern. Kell was asleep and he was restless. He yawned and stretched, scratching his chest. He stopped when he saw people in the tavern. [b]Claudio-[/b] "What the hell? The tavern is closed. Or did you pay no attention to the notice posted on the door. Get out. I don't care who you are, out. Now!" The small amount of people filed out of the tavern rather quickly. Claudio grumbled to himself and began cleaning up the assortment of dishes that were deposited around the room.

Jack climbed from some of the taller braches of the tree down to the level Adrianne was on. He sat down without making a sound, something he was rather good at. That and hiding. [b]Jack-[/b] "How much longer are you willing to scavange for food while ducking the threats that become more and more numerous?" She jumped a bit at his first words then calmed back down to her branch and shut her eyes. [b]Adrianne-[/b] "Jack, how many times have you asked me that? I'm going to say the same thing over and over every night you ask me. 'As long as I have to'." She smiled with closed eyes. "I thought you were out." Jack nodded. [b]Jack-[/b] "People usually think that. I can be as quiet as the grave when I want to be." He smiled and chuckled quietly. He shifted on the branch he was on, making it creak slightly. [b]Adrianne-[/b] "Watch yourself, Jack. Don't go breaking our tree." He stood up on the branch and did a little bow. [b]Jack-[/b] "I wouldn't dream of it my dear." He climbed down the tree hoping to grab a bit of cheese before it was all gone.

The book was fiction. I was just posing the question if it could be probable.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Conna_da_fox [/i] [B]Once I saw something on a show that said those orbs were ghosts or something. :P I dunno. [/B][/QUOTE] Spheres are usually the easiest form that free-floating can take. Like water in outserspace or something like that. I also remember seeing a show like that. When I stayed in this really funky old house once me and a bunch of friends got the bright idea to try and channel a ghost into one of our bodies. The place was obviously haunted. We turned the lights down low and began concentraiting. I got very cold and began feeling rather faint. Then someone left and startled me out of it. After they left I tried again. I got very cold again and it felt like I fell over. I opened my eyes to have two people staring at me a little shocked. Apparently while I had my eyes closed, I had opened them and said "Eight." They also said that my eyes had changed to an off-blue. My eyes are hazel. I don't remember it, and that is what scares me. I don't remember saying it, nor do I know what it means. I was so cold that night... I think they're real.