Corey

I said I would read some of your pieces and I believe a good place to start is FoChanor. A very good poem. I especially like the different doors. Doors have always held a certain facination for me. Perhaps are you talking of different relationships with significant others?

Great poemzes. My favorite of yours is still Crimson Voices. I believe I am officially an admirer of your work. ;) Hope that doesn't creep you out.

I sat up and looked around. I moved my arm and white pain flowed though my body again. I laid back down, hard, banging my head on the floor. I groaned and Relee came over. [b]Relee-[/b] "Ryan, your bleeding bad..." I stood up shakily. [b]Ryan-[/b] "That's not important right now..." I lifted it and another bolt of pain rocked my already unstady frame. I fell to one knee as a bit of saliva ran out of my clenched teeth. "Ok... Maybe it is important..." I barked a sad attempt at laughter and sprawled back onto the ground, drifting in and out of conciousness.

Damn! I was going to shotgun The Source. I one question, the CO's aren't going to be able to just poof us demons away are they? ---------------------- Name: Ryan Schezar Age: 45 (looks 20) Race: Warlock/WhiteLighter Powers: Electrokenisis (electricity with the mind), Orbing, and Dark Lust (Power over dark sexual desires). Personality: He was but a young one when the dark times began. When they did, the Source sought him out and trained him in the dark, and not so dark, arts that he had come to inherit from his odd combination of parents. Soon he had grown enough in power to become a general. The Source gave him control of North America. Now he controls his small part of the world with an iron fist. Being unyieldingly cruel is so soothing to the evil soul.

your characters name: Ryan Schezar your age: 37 your race: Human your occupation: Mechanic your origin: Nebraska your bio : Ryan was just another guy, untill IT happened. He got hit by a car when he was 20. It caused permanent brain damage and he now has the IQ of a cornchip. He makes his living as an Oil Changer. Usually he does a very good job but sometimes fills the oil tank with very odd things. Once he even filled it with glue. Oh, one more thing. He is never separated from his favorite tire iron.

OOC: DGoD, I was planning on having them grow periodically. Those are just a list. I needed to get some of the Creative Juices out of me before they distilled and turned to insomnia. ;) I plan to cast some of the Ultimate spells at the final battle, and maybe not even using them. ------------------------------- I stood after Elladan finished speaking. I had been talking to Iondarc about the sea serphant from our previous adventure, and how easily it had defeated him. ;) [b]Ryan-[/b] "But what of the other new members? I only know of one that has come." I motioned toward Strider. [b]Elladan-[/b] "If they come between now and tomarrow morn everything will be good, however if they don't we will send them with our fastest horses to meet you." I noded, sastisfied. Everyone stood up and went their seperate ways to their rooms. I walked with Iondarc. [b]Ryan-[/b] "So what is your impression of Strider?" I looked at him to see his face clouded and distraut. [b]Iondarc-[/b] "You know that is not the question you should be asking." I frowned and nodded. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Yes... I was just avoiding it. It's not something I really want to talk of, no matter how much we must. What have you been getting?" Iondarc looked at the floor and frowned deeper. [b]Iondarc-[/b] "Visions... They have been obstructing my daly life for almost a month now. I would get visions when I'm doing the most rudimentary of things. From the washroom to the training floor, it doesn't matter where. I get them... You?" [b]Ryan-[/b] "Dreams... I've gotten maybe 40 hours of sleep in the last month. It's starting to drain me. My last one... I think I was almost possesed again. Something tried to grab me... It came from the direction of Angband. Another thing is that I could not see into Angband... There was a large sphere suroundging it. It was like some powerful force was keeping up." I shrugged. "So instead of sleeping, I've been listing spells that I know and one's that my Master, Master Unets, wanted me to learn. Some of them are quite hard..." Iondarc looked at me. [b]Iondarc-[/b] "May I see?" I smiled, happy to move on towards a new topic. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Of course." I opened the door to my room and invited him in.

COOC: Why am I never around when these damn things start back up? Pisses me off... ------------------------------ [b]Ryan-[/b] "Miko!" The Cerebrus tossed his tattered body aside like a used ragdoll. I cast a quick spell to slow his decent and he floated to the ground like a feather. The stump where one of the creatures three heads were bled horribly. It pooled on the ground as one of the head licked it. Mara stepped foward again and stopped when the thing growled at her. She glanced at Miko and back at the thing. It had stopped licking it's wound, seeing it was hopeless, and glared directly at Mara, or more apropriately, the stone. I looked Mara and pointed at the creatures chest. I had already wounded it. If I could hurt it a bit more, on it's chest, I could stun it and Mara could use her stone to blast a hole in it. [b]Mara-[/b] "Be careful." She mouthed. and I ran at the thing. It swung at me with one paw, which I promptly blasted off. Cerebrus howled with pain and snapped at me with one head. My left arm was caught by one of its teeth and ripped to shreds. White pain exploded in my mind and in my vision. I dropped to one knee and fell over. I opened my eyes, showing they had gone slightly black, and saw the other head coming towards me. I swung my staff and a large blast of black-rimmed fire, shaped like a fist, hit the creature on the side of the head. The head I hit collided with the other and stunned it. I shot a gigantic black fireball at the creatures chest, burning and charring it's rough skin off. A pleasent smell filled the air. It reminded me of cookouts at my childhood home. I nodded at Mara and fell to the floor. My head was reeling from my tattered arm.

Well now that people are talking of supernatural shiz, I get precognitive dreams one in a while. I dream what happens the next day. It only comes in little snippets and I usually realize it's happened when I get deja-vu.

I stood and walked over toward Carrie. [b]Ryan-[/b] "So what is it you wanted to talk about?" She gave me a week smile and opened her mouth. Just then a scream issued from outside. I gave her an exasperated look and we both ran outside. There was a large trail carved directly through the mud. I looked down it to see two Artrmse's fighting right inside the house. I showed Carrie and we both ran over. Henry suddenly lobbed one of he Artemises heads off. My throat closed in the split second before the head burst into slime. I relaxed and felt a pang of self hate. I had wanted Artemis to die... again. I walked into the room, attempting to look as non-guilty as possible, and looked at the others. [b]Ryan-[/b] "What was that?" A big splash issued from the lake and a tentacle grabbed Artemis around the waist. His eyes looked questioningly at everyone elses before the tentacle started to retract with him in it. Everyone stood there dumbfounded. Another splash echoed the lake area and Misty screamed from above, on her balchony. [b]Misty-[/b] "Artemis!! No!!" Henry was the first to dash out. He muttered something as he walked out. [b]Henry-[/b] "That kid....why do they always go for him?" He was followed by the others. I stood there stupidly and ran out. Another splash sounded and an inhuman scream followed. Everyone huddled around something on the ground and Henry wiped off his blade. I walked up and looked down. It was Artemis, he seemed ok.

Polymerization, plain and simple.

The only reason I care about her, or any other lude dressing pop-star, is because I have a nine year old little sister. She likes to dress up. When she dresses up she dresses rather ludely. She's also nine. For now, I see no problem with it. She's having kid fun. If she continues to dress like this when she get's into middle or high-school I will personally burn her clothing, snap her CD's and yell at her untill her eardrums burst. I will not allow my little sister, no matter what her age, to dress like a "slut", as many of you so colorfully put it, so that she attracts the wrong kind of attetion that may result in her being raped, killed, beaten, or pregnant. If it wasn't for my little sister, I could't give a sh!t less about any of those singers. They are making money. I'm doing the same thing at Scrub-A-Dub. They just do it a dfferent way. I do not condone how they do it, but who am I to say "Go get a different job because yours is inspiring little girls that admire you to dress like a 'slut',"? I'm no one.

I see. Thankyou much...

Four days and counting. I'm having such a horrible time holding onto my GTA: Vice money... Ehhh... I get paid next friday too...

Sephiroth would be a good choice. I would choose Kuja perhaps. I would love to see the events leading up to his insane rampage in FF IX's world.

Yunalesca was a major pain in the arse. I had to spend an extra five hours gathering enough stuff to make my people zombieproof. And then I just Aeoned her to death. I don't belive Yojimbo goes up with Yuna's stats... I could be wrong... I think you have to level im up manually, which you can't do untill you have "Aeons Soul" or something like that. The HP suckage from Seymore's little vehicle stops being effective when it drops to 1000. After it does that, just focus on Seymore. Also, Rikku can be a big help in this battle. She can use items that can hit Seymore about 5 or 6 times. The 'Gems' mostly. She can also steal Elixers, I think... And Anima isn't available at that point in the game. Yojimbo is a nice Aeon to have... but only if you have the cash to continuously pay him. I don't use him that much... I use Anima...

What album is Voodoo on? I can't seem to extract the information willingly or unwillingly from my friends.

A good download site please? Keep in mind that I do not have Kazaa and am running a Mac.

What the hell is Gackt? I like them. I have bought their Toxicity CD a while back, but it soon slipped into my listen-to-ocasionally pile. I love Chop Suey. Before I first bought it, I used to go on the phone and request Chop Suey on the radio all the time. Then when 911 happened they stopped playing if for like a month because it said [b]'When angels deserve to dieeeeee.'[/b] It really pissed me off... Did that happen to anyone else?

I could have swore this was done before.... I write a lot. Most I consider crap, so I don't put it up, but a lot of it cotains a society called the Dark Order. There are many statures in the Dark Order. I thought the Knight was the coolest sounding, so DarkOrderKnight was created. Actually when I sighed up I wanted KnightOfTheDarkOrder but it was too long. If you want a little more insight into the Dark Order please take a look at the sign-up thread to my failed RPG "The Dark Order".

I am in the 10th grade. My parents allways tell me that my behavior is far to immature for my age. Some things that I do are considered childinsh to my friends. After I got into 7th grade, I stopped caring. I couldn't afford all the 'awesome clothes' people wore. I couldn't afford the $170 silver chains people wore. I stopped caring what people thought of me. The only people's opinions I do care about are the ones that, I consider, matter. My close friends, my very close female friends, once in a while my parents, and my boss. Those are the people opinions I only truely care about. If they don't like me for who I am, I dont care. You may not have found your lot-in-life yet, but untill you do just be yourself.

My bed looked a little to inviting. It looked comfortable, dreamy and seemed to call out toward me. I looked dreamily at it before realizing that the second I put my head down the dreams would start again. I shook off the thought of sleep for now and sat down in front of a large piece of parchment. I have been cataloging all of the spells I know. I've gotten up to 30. Most are simple things, such as morphing or moving objects. About twenty are very good spells that can be used for various offesive and defensive properties. I've still got about 25 to go. [b](OOC: I urge you all to visit [url=http://www.boomspeed.com/rooster2002/spells]THIS PAGE[/url]. It contains my full list of spells. I want to put them all into use somtime during this RPG.)[/b] Everytime I want to write down a spell I must first use it. I frightened an Elf badly when I first got here. I had to preform a pretty powerful fire spell on my balcony. I scribbled a spells name and description and waved my staff in the air. A large lightning storm formed in mid air and faded. I smiled. That one still worked. My eyes wandered back over to the bed. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Nope... Not yet. I'm not tired enough yet..." I hunched back over the parchment and scribbled another spell and description. Again I waved my staff, slightly different this time. A small black sphere apeared in the air. It sucked up a small table, made a sickening crunching sound, and dissapeared. I frowned, they wouldn't make me pay for the table but I would get yelled at. Stupid Gravity magic. I hunkered over the parchment for almost five hours casting spells, and recasting ones that didn't work properly. By the time I wandered over to my bed, I was exausted. I fell to the matress and slipped into a dreamless sleep.

I really hope that they catch the Sniper. As for the Halloween thing, that really blows for you. I stopped going around and getting candy about four years ago but now I go to parties and stuff.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by SSJ5 Vegeta [/i] [B]I love gray dark overcast rainy days. It's more beautiful than when the sun is out to me. I like it when it's dark. My favorite part of the day is the night and my favorite season is Autumn so dark and rain goes with me. I hate bright colors like clothing, and just like some people hate rainy days, i hate bright colorful days. [/B][/QUOTE] Agreed. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by GundamGohan[/i] I want to break out the Board!!![/QUOTE] Agreed again.

Hour 1 -World history [b]A[/b]. Hour 2 -English [b]A[/b]. Hour 3 -Geometry [b]A[/b]. I was surprised by this. Hour 4/5 -Lunch [b]U[/b]. I usually don't eat. Hour 6/7 -Chemistry [b]B[/b]. Damn the B! Hour 8 -Jazz [b]A[/b]. Hour 9 -Band [b]A[/b]. Hour 10 -Swim [b]A[/b]. I guess I did pretty good.

Iondarc looked well. He was in good health. He pointed at my tuff of grey in the back of my head and poked fun at it. I calmly replied that it showed up sometime after Bahamut had possesed me. Perhaps even as soon as the fight against the Void. He smiled and walked down toward the great smell of food. We pushed open the doors and walked in. It looked as though we were the first. Iondarc and I sat next to eachother and waited. No one came. I stood up. [b]Ryan-[/b] "I'l go get the others. This food looks far too good to be allowed to wait any longer." I strode out of the Dining hall and walked toward on of the other guest rooms. I knocked tentatively. [b]Abob-[/b] "Who is it?" I knew that voice. A smile spread across my face as I stepped into the room. "Ryan?" [b]Ryan-[/b] "It indeed is Abob. How have you been?" I gripped his hand and pulled him to his feet. He sheathed his blade and put his arrows away. [b]Abob-[/b] "I have been good. Living in the Shire is even more peaceful after defeating more than one demon." [b]Ryan-[/b] "Come Abob, Supper is being served as we speak."