Corey

I always used to call him Kramit.

Oh man. Chef easily. You know, the guy with the thick accent and the obsecion with birdies!

Hmmm... I've never seen it. The plot thickens...

I went on this one RC at the Six Flags Kentucky Kingdom called Chang. It had one nice drop on it.

I would agree with you, a one time thing I assure. However this thread has become spam. It is going around in circle and there is honestly nothing more to say about the topic. You've been insulted. Everyone that has said anything to the contrary of your single-minded argument has been insulted. And anyone that cared enough to tell you off already has. What use is this thread any longer?

I will probably get a rose at some point, but it won't go on any part of my body that plans on sagging.

This from the man with the one and two word posts.

When will this damn thing be closed? You already said it yourself Charles, it going around in circles.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Harry [/i] [B]Do you even read what I say? I wasn't saying anything like that. [/B][/QUOTE] It's not what you say, it how you're acting. You are beating up children because they said '**** no' to you. Sounds like something a fifteen year old would do.

I can't remember where I read this poem/rhyme. If someone could enlighten me it would be much appreciated. It's been going in my head for almost two days now... [b]See Signature For Poem[/b]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Harry [/i] [B]"You can't do a damn thing to me" [/B][/QUOTE] Sounds to me that's more or less what you're saying.

No, I meant to say no worse than them. Because I knew he would respond in an arrogant manner that would only further the fact that he's an ***. Props to the child-beater.

Pretty damn good, other than the comment I made in AIM. Keep writing for sure.

What can I possibly say that hasn't already been said? *Is prepared to take a touge lashing from James* Harry, you are nothing more than an over-agressive adult that takes pride in pummeling smaller, weaker people than you. No matter what these [b]children[/b] did, [b]you[/b] should not have done anything to them. Dispite the whole glass-in-the-80-year-olds-driveway, it was not up to you to punish them. You obvouly don't give a damn what anyone on here thinks, so I hope it doesn't phase you when I say you are no worse than them.

[b]Name:[/b] Esrie Fortune [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Class:[/b] Ranger [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Resistance:[/b] Dark [b]Weakness:[/b] Wind [b]HP:[/b] 10 [b]MP:[/b] 8 [b]ATK:[/b] 5 [b]DEF:[/b] 7 [b]Hair:[/b] Silver [b]Left Eye:[/b] Blue [b]Right Eye:[/b] Blue [b]Skin Color:[/b] Coffee [b]Scarf:[/b] Grey [b]Wrist Braces:[/b] Silver [b]Belt:[/b] Brown [b]Shirt:[/b] Light Grey [b]Pants:[/b] Leather (A Medium Brown) [b]Boots:[/b] Leather (A Medium Brown)

My school has every stereotype imaginable, but that's just because we're an arts school. I don't really like to stereotype. I find it more lucrative to keep an open mind and then exploit people when you know them well enough... heh.

I was about to argue at you, Nomad, but this little comment made it all better. [quote][i]Originally Posted By Nomad[/i] [color=blue][b]Feminem[/b][/color][/quote] I guess I'll just say that I don't like them. Never have. Someone tried to get me 'down with the clown', but it never clicked.

Eh... I was in a Jazz combo last year during school. All the people playing with me were assholes. But let's not get into that.

Thankyou to both. And the snakeskin background is not more than a cloud render and then pixelate or something.

Eh. I like it. It's definitly better than I could do, even with the feet.

This is going to take while to load for those of you without broadband. Bear (ROOOAAARRR) with it. [url]http://yerocsoor.250free.com/digitaldifferential.jpg[/url]

I paced my room. Sneaking out proved harder than it had seemed. The gaurd had dispatched a small security unit to gaurd the entrance to my room and to follow me if I left. They had already foiled my first attempt. I had tried to climb out of a lavatory window. My eyes darted to my own window. It was small, and had bars of some kind of material. I walked on my bed and pulled at the bars. They were some kind of spongy wood. It bends and bends, but doesn't break. I scoweled and began searching for a cutting tool. Anything would do. A knife. A fork would even work. I sat down on my bed and put my face in my hands. To my current knowlege, there was nothing like that in my room. I punched a pillow. [b]Esrie-[/b] "Damn!" My door opened and a meal was slid in. [b]Gaurd-[/b] "Eat up. Misrtresses orders." I walked over and picked up the silver dome. It contained a rather large piece of meat, a baked potato, and several exotic vegetables. I smiled slightly and began to eat. The vegetables were especially good. I shoved them into my mouth bite after bite with the fork that was included. I picked up the knife and began to cut the meat. My eyes went wide. I held the knife in front of my eyes and smiled. In a flash, I was at the window cutting through the bamboo-like material. It took almost ten minutes to remove them completely. I sat perched at the ledge and looked out. It had been a long time since I had taken a leap of more than a story. The ground loomed at me. I shuddered and leapt. The air billowed past me, rippling my frilly white shirt and forcing air into my baggy white pants. I landed with elfish grace, but went into a roll just to regain my balance. Dirt layed upon my white clothing like day on night. It's what I needed. My white skin would stand out far too much already. I bent down and rubbed dirt on my exposed arms and face. In no time I looked like nothing more than an extremely poor drow. I smiled and troted toward the Underdark tunnels.

[b]Hero Name:[/b] Dysphoria [b]Real Name:[/b] Corey Roos [b]Powers:[/b] Control over fear. Can force someone to become terribly afraid or have a horrible anxiety attack. [b]Weaknesses:[/b] That is his only real power. He's still a normal human, with all the weaknesses. [b]Description:[/b] [list][i]Hero Uniform:[/i] A black suit of armor with a red undertone. A sword is sheathed on the back. The sword is etched with Latin. The inscription reads: 'Death be delt to the ones that deserve.' [i]Normal Dress:[/i] Usually wears a long black trenchcoat with white clothing underneath. A small celtic cross hangs from his neck. Studded leather bracelets grace his wrists.[/list] [b]Bio:[/b] Corey became aware of his powers when he was twelve. He easily masted them and began abusing them. Like all teenagers, he was powerhungry. He forced his teachers to give him good grades by making them afraid. He forced his girlfriends into bed by making them afraid not to. He got raises in jobs by making his boss afriad not to give them. Then he realized it was wrong. He went through a kind of self rehab, and became a 'good' person. He went into law enforcement and quickly, and naturally, rose through the ranks. He broke up drug rings quietly. He negotiated out of hostage situations easily. He saved more people than anyone could count. Then, at age twenty-eight, he retired. With the recent string of criminal acts and evil-doers running about, Corey believes it's time to come back into the world. Perhaps he could still do some good.

I went off of OB two days ago with just short of 1400 posts. I go to a concert, take a couple walks, go biking, and then come back today. My post count is at least 10 higher. I don't remember posting, though it could have happened. I just want to inform you guys of a [i]possible[/i] glitch.

Looks like someone beat me to making a topic. My wisdom teeth are coming out on the first of August. I'm getting all four pulled at once. And it would just figure that I'm in a musical and have to sing. I'm going to probably miss an entire week of rehersal... Boo Hoo... On the upside, no more horendous jaw pain.