Corey

Good one Sheik.

*Skips right ot the bottom to avoid spoilers* I haven't seen this movie yet and I really want to. It looks great!

[b]Samir-[/b] "No one in this country can ever pronounce my name name right. It's not that hard... 'Na-ee-na-na-jaad', Nayananajaad." I got the spelling from the subtitles on the DVD.

A very good point trenton... *Looks to Key for a responce*

Eh... When you pulled up your sleeve I cross referenced that with you being a beauty and.... *Shudder* I'm sorry mind... *Looks at Rikku pic again* It's still cool.

*Scowels at the mention of running off Mac OS* I don't like it anymore... All things Mac suck... But the drawing is cool.

Very cool. The REC thing jumps a little when it repeats but other than that, perfect.

Tattoos only make a beauty more beautiful Medra my friend. Very nice. It blends well.

Oh Christ... Pilaf, eh? Horrible... Absolutely wonderful. I hate it. It's perfect... I'm split...

I can't see it...

I played through it once, a while ago... What urked me the most is how much [spoiler]Z-Chargers[/spoiler] cost Sorry I don't have more to contribute... I don't remember a lot.

Eh... Mitch man.... You made me cry...

"I'm not really from outer space. It's a state of mental divergance. I find myself on the planet Ogo, preparing to subjegate the barbarian hordes on Pluto. And even though this is a completely convincing reality to me in every way, never-the-less I am mentally divergant. When I stop going there, I will be well." -LJ Washington (12 Monkeys) That isn't exactly how it goes... I'll edit later.

Great White isn't crappy. They aren't great but they aren't crappy. And because of this incident my parents won't let me go to any concerts for a looooonnnnngggggg while... Damn them...

I'd have to agree with wristcuter whole heartedly. [quote]Dictionary.com [i]pos·er1 __ (_P_) (pzr) n. 1. One who poses. 2. A poseur. --------- two-faced (tfst) adj. 1. Having two faces or surfaces. 2. Hypocritical or double-dealing; deceitful.[/i][/quote] Just to make everyone aware of what they actually mean.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by black cat 2 [/i] [B]So many people expriese thier feelings on here including me so don't be afriad to. [/B][/QUOTE] If I were afraid to, I would have never made this topic. I went to his mass on tuesday. There were so many people. I had never seen a line outside of a funeral parlor to the street for three hours straight. I got up to the casket, looked at him, and broke down. It didn't look like him. I overheard a member of his family saying he got plastic surgery. When he shot himself, he must have done it in the face. It made me cry, again. Not for the first, or last, that night. *sigh* Unfortunately, I see no more reason to keep this thread open. All it's acumulating is sympathy and offers to listen. Thankyou to all who spread their hearts to me and Derek.

[b]Name:[/b] Bhall [b]Demonic Features:[/b] A pair of leathery, black wings. Can be used for flight. Usually curled under clothing. [b]Apperence:[/b] Stands 6' 4" with a lanky build. Very skinny, 130 lbs. Eyes have went completely black and have gotten rather large from being in the dark so long. Dark brown, shoulder legnth hair. Thin, demented features. [b]Alignment:[/b] Evil [b]Twists:[/b] Bhall is very paranoid. Due to his prolonged stay in the Abyss, he views everone as an enemy. He views his 'friends' as possible enemies. Bhall has no feelings at all. The Abyss, with it's utter darkness and kill or be killed demeanor, tore all strands of humanity from him long ago. [b]Bio[/b] His past is lost to him. In a past life he had a name. Something other than Bhall. Bhall was the name he gave himself after forgetting everything and losing all trace of humanity. He stewped in the darkest resesses of the Abyss, slowly going insane with the noiseless dark, learning to hate God and all his minions. Death be to the Holy one. [b]Speical Powers:[/b] Increased Stregnth- Bhall's strength is comparable with just about any Demon. Flight- His wings give him the power of flight.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Char! [/i] [B][color=teal][size=1]Well, it's about 50 degrees today here in Milwaukee. Yes, that is a heat wave in the middle of February. I stepped outside today after school, and all I could think of was "mmm... summmmmmmmmmer..." [/color][/size][/B][/QUOTE] [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sara [/i] Eee! Wasn't it gorgeous today? I walked outside after school and nearly fell over, it was such a perfect day outside. ^_^[/B][/QUOTE] I would have to agree with both of you. Today was gorgeous. Although you know it's all due to global warming and those damn Nuclear tests that were done a while ago. But that's another thread all together. It's still not bad outside. Even now at 8:30 pm. Just got back from work. The weather is good, untill you get wet. *Looks at water sprayers menacingly* -__-

[b]Name -[/b] Alan Gerrits [b]Age -[/b] 29 [b]Description -[/b] Very lean. Alan is about 130 lbs and 6' tall. He has jet black hair that's ragged and un-kept. His eyes are so brown they are almost completely black. He doesn't have much meat on his bones, but he's very strong. Alan wears mostly blue jeans and black shirts. [b]Personality -[/b] Alan went to a public school. He attended college for a year but dropped out. He went to work at a local mechanics place and fell in with the worst crowd imaginable. The people he became 'friends' with were masochists in every way. Every night they would go to a house and cut eachother with serated knifes. They would pierce eachothers skin with hooks and hang eachother from rope. They would bite, claw, tear, rip, and destroy eachother. He went home for supper one day. His parents offered to give him a bed for the night and he willingly accepted. One night wouldn't make a difference. In the middle of the night, while he was sleeping, his parents came into his room and watched him. They missed him. He had been gone for five years. Alan turned over and the blanket fell off his body. All of the scars, wounds and scabs were revealed. His mother screamed. Alan woke up and explained everything. They dubbed him a freak. He was physically thrown from the house. After wandering the streets for the better part of the night, a man approached him. He would'nt take down his hood but offered Alan a job position in a small town. He accepted, seing as the starting rate was 19.50 an hour. The town was Silent Hill. Alan walked back to his apartment, packed some things, and began to drive.

The two forms crumpled to the ground. I gave a thumbs up to Misha. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Thanks. Just a few more to go!" Misha threw his axe into a Drakes head. It fell with a thump, oozing it's black blood. A Drake was advancing on Rali. He didn't notice. I ran and muttered a spell. A large ice spear formed in my open palm. I launched it at the advancing creature. [b]Laitina-[/b] "Ryan!" I loked int he direction of Laitina and saw a burst of flame fly at me. I ducked and let the spear fall out of my hand. It hit the ground and shattered. I cursed under my breath and rolled out of the way of the other Drakes flame. My robe was singed. I scoweled and stood up. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Immobilize!" The first Drake to shoot fire at me froze, anchored to the ground. I turned to the other one. My eyes increased in brightness. Small tendrils of yellow vapor began to rise from them. The Drake shot a burst of fire at me. I held up my hand and the fire passed right around me. I felt the heat on my skin. I traced a symbol in the air and watched as smoke began to form around the lines I had made. The smoke turned to a green glow and I began advancing on the Drake. I put my hand through the symbol and watched as the Drake began to twitch. It was small at first, a mere twitch in it's facial features. Then the twitching began to consume it's legs. The Drake fell to the ground in a spasm. I smiled and raised my hands over my head. The Drake looked at me in the highest level of fear. I brought my hands down. The twitching stopped. The Drake screamed. I'm not sure if anyone else in the group heard it. The beast did not open it's mouth, nor did it's cheast heave like it would have normally. The Drake's chest exploded, covering everything in a small layre of blood. Behind me, Misha lobbed off the head of the frozen Drake. I turned around, eye glowing a faint orange. [b]Ryan-[/b] "We can go now..."

My buddy drought a CD of theirs into work the other day and we listened to it for a good three hours, we were still working. Anybody heard of them? I think they are very bichin. (Please excuse old lingo...)

Awesome... Yeah, it does make me want to read more of your stuff.

OOC: Thought it was getting a little boring, eh? ;) ------------ IC: I turned my head toward the laughter and immediately thought of Trunth, who I had seen. Trunth had the mind of a genius but used it horribly. He was sadistic and malitious. He killed people without the slighted thought. He murdered children, raped women... And laughed exactly like that. I saw Rali and was momentarily relived of my fear. Then a Drake came about a foot away from gutting me where I stood. I rolled across the ground and impaled another with a long icicle. It writhed in pain as it's rider jumped off. He advanced on me, blade drawn. I didn't have time to cast another spell. I grabbed my dagger and readied myself for his first blow. His head jerked violently to the left and he fell limp. Shalistrae stepped out from behind his figure and glared at me. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Thankyou..." She kept eye contact for another second, just enough to worry me, then left to fight again. I stood up and sighted another on-comming Drake. I muttered something an thrust my hands up. An earthen spike rose and impaled the beast. It let out a grunt of surprise then fell limp. I smiled. This might work out.

I sighed. Still, we quarrel. The village was getting close. No more than an hour. When we got there, I would enlighten our group a little more about the current situation. They needed to know about The Beams aswell. A swooping sound filled the air. I turned quickly, eyes a glow. I saw nothing but the dark of night. Light.. We needed light. I waved my hand and a bright burst of fire filled the air, completely illuminating the woods surrounding the path. I stopped dead and almost threw up. [b]Latina-[/b] "Oh God...." [b]Ryan-[/b] "You said it..." Lining the perimiter of the path and the woods were at least thirty mounted riders. What they were mounted on were no ordinary horses. They were mounted on Drakes. Large creatures resembling Dragons. But the Drakes have no sence of honor and will be in service to any one that feeds them. [b]Misha-[/b] "This isn't lookin good." [b]Ryan-[/b] "No, it isn't. Now would be a good time to stop fighting eachother and stay alive." I fired a bolt of molten rock at one of the Drakes and watched it crumple like a rag doll. In one great earshattering cry, they came at us.

OOC: I didn't say you were a bad writer I said your posts could be better. Block posts are quite anoying to read, especially in RPG's when people are speaking. Your post had that, Rei's was incredibly repetitive. Sorry if I offended, I was attempting to give constructive critisism. I would still want you in this RPG. Practice does make perfect. -------------- IC: I sighed and stroked my wifes arm. Things were slipping away. I couldn't remember anything of last week and hardly anything from this one. The night was cool. I slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. I needed a shower. I started the water and looked at myself in the mirror. I diddn't look bad... But considering the stress I had been under, I could look better. I had gotten a little thin, and looked slightly ragged. My hair had thinned slightly. I rubbed my eyes and stepped into the shower, letting the water caress my body. It felt good. The water was at that point where it wasn't quite burning. The best kinds of showers. I sighed as I tried to remember my childhood. I had been in the facility. That much I know for sure. Why else would I have my powers? The next evolutioary advances in mind power weren't going to happen for a while. I dropped my head and let a few tears fall. I couldn't remember anything before my car-ride home. More just slipped out of my mind. [b]Alan-[/b] "Dammit..." How long before I forgot my name? My wife's name? I didn't want this. I didn't ask for these abilities. No one did. I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and poured a bit into my hand. I sudsed it through my hair and let the lather rinse down the drain. I waited untill the water started getting cold, stepped out and completely dried off. I looked in the mirror. I looked thin. Kind of ragged. My hair was thinning too. I should really take a shower... That's what I need. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. It was cold. Why wasn't it getting warmer? I shook my head and stepped out. I wrapped a towel around myself and walked outside of the bathroom. I layed down in my bed and closed my eyes. A small grunt came from my other side and an arm was draped across my chest. My breath caught in my thorat. Who the hell was this? Why was there someone in my bed? I slowly removed the arm and got out of my bed. I dressed and walked out of the room. Where was I? This isn't my house... I don't have a house... I walked out of the building in a half daze. Who was I? I got to the sidewalk and began walking, right into the heart of New York City.