Corey

The road to the village was easy and uneventful. I passed two people on a horsedrawn carriage on my way there. They tipped their hats at me and said a greeting of hello. I smiled and greeted them back. I must look rich with the green suit on. The town just came into view as the light faded from the sky. I smelled smoke and something that smelled an aweful lot like burning meat. My mouth salivated even though I knew what it was. I spit out the excess saliva with a feeling of deep disgust. I walked to the center of town and saw a woman standin alone looking around the dark alley. I walked up to her, as non threateningly as I could and spoke: [b]Julian-[/b] "Excuse me miss. Would you happen to know where I could find a place to stay for the night? I just got into town and was wondering..." A sudden burst of voices behind us made me trail off and turn around. A group of Church Gaurds were walking up the unpaved streets of the village. They were knocking on doors and pounding on windows. They were also wielding torches. A strangled cry escaped me and I heard one from my left as well. I turned quickly attepmting to make a small ball of fire, but could make no more than a spark. My powers were drained. I gulped and watched, dumbstruck, as the Gaurds came this way.

It's still MUCH better than what I could do. Nice funnel effect though.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Zora [/i] [B][COLOR=blue]Have you ever noticed how in most RPGs, you get to fight fresh produce, mainly mushrooms? RPGs are very creative with their enemies and characters. Maybe a little [i]too[/i] creative. [/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE Yes. Yes! Mushrooms are a common sight in all japanese games. Mario, Secret Of Mana, Earthbound, and manymore. It's like they have some unearthly fasination with fungus that either attacks you or makes you stronger. It sounds almost like a sumbliminal message for eating halucenagenic shrooms...

OOC: Another short one, I gotta eat. And Aries, I think you summed it up quite well. :D ------------------------------------------------------ I looked around the room slowly. There were quite a few pillars and the remanants of the battle. I looked around again and a puzzled look came across my face. The door we entered in had dissapeared. [b]Ryan-[/b] "How are we supposed to get out?"

Amen BabyGirl!

:devil: Now dye your hair neon-blue! :devil: :devil: :devil:

I hope to fake an epileptic seizue while in the pool. They can't make me swim if I'm an epileptic. :);):D:excited::naughty: ... Yeah.

Good point... But the point of a Commonwealth society is... Oh never mind!

Very good Mike! You get a gold star! ::Shoves a gold star on Char!'s face::

Oh Aries... The neverending, cosmic struggle of parents versus teen fashion. It has been waged for ages and won't stop for anything. I follow my own style. I wear the baggiest and largest bottomed pants I can find (I looked at a pair of 72" diamiter bottoms recently) shirts that usually have some odd design on them or some wierd saying, lots and lots of metal, and boots. My mom doesn't care at all. My dad, however, was in the Marines. He still irons his bluejeans. Whenever we are going out to a 'classy' restaurant I dress all in black and wear the only pair of baggy black pants I own. I shuffle out of the door and we get into a screaming argument about how my cloths are unacceptable. I don't own any 'dress cloths'. The most normal thing I have is a collered grey t-shirt. My dad tries to make wear normal things all the time. When he buys me stuff the shirt or shorts or whatever mysteriously find their way into his drawrs. Then when he wants me to wear them I say "But you've messed them all up!" These arguments sually end up with me getting grounded. If you want your mother to feel better about the way you dress, just wait untill I get my picture up on OtakuBoards. Then she will freak out. I wear spikes on neclaces, grossly baggy cloths, ballbearing chains, I tried to wear a bike chain once, large metal rings, and soon I hope to buy some of those finger spikes. I am also going to pay for the red-eye contacts soon. Tolerate the normal cloths, or carry a change in you backpack. Switch when you get to school.

I got out June 7th and am going back September 5th. I want to go back to school just to see my friends again. I see a few during the summer but not many. I also am looking forward to attempting to pass swim class... Yeah I am insane.

There [i]is[/i] a way to prevent terrorism 100%. Every county in the world has to agree to be in a kind of 'Commonwealth' society. Each and every nation in the wolrd will be unified and will share information, materials, scietific finds and anything else. But since thats not going to happen due to religious, ancient, or fear fueds we are stuck with the parinoid world we live in. 9/11 making people parinoid? Nah, it's always been there.

Better than I can do. 8/10

It's ok for MS Paint. I was forced to use a Mac paint program before I mastered my adobe program. 7/10

That purple glow hurts my eyes... Other than that it's really good. 8.5/10

Very interesting. for a quick scetch it's very good. Same as Aries, round out the chin a little. 8/10

We stumbled over the grassy hill just as the sun began to shine it's first rays over the horizon. I gave Colin a smile and started down toward my Aunts house. It was old. So was she. The house was built at least 70 years ago and had had many repairs done to it. It was made of logs. I got to the door, smoother out the simple white uniform I had on, and knocked. Colin and I exchanged looks of uncertanty when no one answered after about a minute. I knocked again. Nothing... [b]Julian-[/b] "Aunt Margerie? Are you there?" I heard shuffling inside the house. "Auntie Marge?" More shuffling, and this time a muffled scream. I looked at Colin with scared eyes. This was one of a handful of relatives of mine that were still alive. I tried the doornob. It turned easily and the door opened. I stepped inside cautiously. Another muffled screm from the rear of the house. I stepped further in, Colin coming cautiously behind me. [b]???-[/b] "Run Juian! It's a trap!" That was my Aunts voice. I froze on the spot. A net came down and covered both me and Colin. I yelled with surprise as the oil lamps came on. There were about ten gaurds jammed into this small house. Eight were holding the net and two were holding a knife against my Aunts throat. [b]Gaurd 1-[/b] "Don't move. I will kill her if you don't come with us." I looked at him menacingly as Colin started to fight back. I whirrled around and tried to tell him to stop. He froze a gaurd and shattered him. Just as he turned to attack another, the gaurd on my right shoved a dagger into his neck. He fell to the ground making a desperate gurgling sound. I looked away and at my Aunt. She was also making the gurgling sounds. The gaurd that spoke was wiping off the knife he had used to slit her throat. I looked from Aunt Marge, to Colin, and back again. The gaurd started to speak again and was quieted by a bolt of lightning to his head. He fell to the ground, limp and crispy. Three gaurds rushed me at once. They were hurled back by a blast of air. Two were impaled on rafters and the other was ripped in half by the gust. The last three started to run. I walked outside, knowing what was going to happen to them. I picked up some dirt and gripped it. The first man that just got over the hill was suddenly fifty feet in the air, impaled on a stone portrusion. The second man fell into a gigantic fissure that appeared in front of him. The earth snapped close on him, and a sheet of blood squirted into the air. The last man wa brought directly in front of me by a wave of loose dirt. [b]Julian-[/b] "You listen to me, and you listen good. You have killed my family. You have killed my friend. You are a employee of the Church and that makes you my enemy. Go back to the Church. Tell them that they will fall." He was launched twenty feet away by the wave. He scurried up and ran throught the woods toward the prison. I went into the house again and dragged the bodies of the gaurds out, setting them in a pile. I buried my Aunt and Colin. Then I burned the bodies of the gaurds. I found a green velvet suit, that must have belonged to my uncle, and put it on. It fit well and looked good on me. I picked up the knife that was used to kill my Aunt and slid it into a sheath. I walked out of the house and started toward the V-I-L-L-A-G-E. -------------------------------- OOC: Oooh... That hurts my fingers... Too much typing. Gahh! No such thing as too much typing!

-UPDATE- I changed my sig recently. Now it is a quote from the book I am currently reading. Can anyone guess what it is? And here is the Avatar I am going to use once I reach 500 posts. [img]http://www.boomspeed.com/rooster5100/500AVATAR.jpg[/img]

I hope this one doesn't die. It sounds good. [color=darkblue]Name: Eddie Dean Gender: Male Codename: Gunslinger Age: 24 Weight: 210 lbs Height: 6'1" Agency: CIA Nationality: Caucasion (Ethnically Challenged, European Mutt, The Pale One, take your pick.) Hair: Brown w/Blonde streaks Eyes: hazel Personality: Quiet and calculative, he is usually the first to come to a conclusion on a complex problem. When intimately involved with someone he is fierecly protective of that person. Prefers small weapons to large and bulky ones. Always carries a silencer attachment on him. Bio: He was raised in a miliatry family, in eastern Texas, and was proficiant in many kinds of projetile weapons by the age of 15. After completing Highschool he was drafted into the Air Force and excelled. Three years in college gave way to being recruited by the CIA as a professional assasin and stealth hitman. Weapons: M1911A1 .45 Caliber Pistol, MEU (SOC) Pistol[/color]

Getting a Rexnord High Academic Achievement award. I am getting a school jacket because of that. Other than that... Well, a lot of stuff but I can't remember right now.

Two hours had passed since the sun had went down. All of the plans I had made for escape over the years now seemed worthless. All of them seemed to end with me getting hit by an arrow. I frowned and focused the magic that was bursting forth into a small ball of fire. I rolled the ball out of my cell and watched it explode. Three gaurds came running. I tried to look surprised and stunned. It seemed to work because the gaurds went away. I looked out the window at Colins cell. He was pacing, waiting for me to give him a signal. I frowned again and sat down. I had to do something. Colin was counting on me. I thought for about five minutes and nodded. I had a plan that might work. I made one of the exploding balls again, then I made nine more. I threw them out of my cell towards the gaurds. They exploded killing three of them instantly. I broke down the wall of my cell with a burst of air. All of the alert fires were lit in the courtyard immediatly. I ran out towards Colins cell. I raised my hand and his wall fell two stories to the ground. He looked at me. [b]Julian-[/b] "C'Mon!" He jumped down, aided with some magic, and caught up to me. [b]Colin-[/b] "What do we do now?" He was already getting out of breath. [b]Julian-[/b] "Brace yourself." I layed my hand on his arm as we were running. His skin was covered by fire immediatly. he shrieked and started beating at the flames. I yanked him along, pointing out the flames do not hurt him. I lit myself just as the rain of arrows came down on us. The arrows touched the flames and crisped in mid-air. We got to the iron fence and ran right through it. The flames melting away the metal for us. We ran into the woods and extinguished the fires. [b]Colin-[/b] "Where do we go now?" I was getting sick of hi questions. He really expected me to know all of the answers. My plan went as far as the forest. After that... [b]Julian-[/b] "I don't know... I guess that we find a place to stay for the next few days. I have a relative, an Aunt, about three miles away from here. We should be able to get there in about four hours if we don't run into a river."

I wasn't trying to bash you. From what I've read your vocabulary is good... It's your grammer that needs help. :D j/k I was implying that it took me a lot of painstaking hours and about three points off of my glasses percription to finish that damn book. The first chance I got I burned it and bought a new one.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by vegeta rocker [/i] [B]sometimes when you read a rhymed poem they feel like they had to stretch the grammer to get it to flow. But with yours it flows naturally when you read it.[/B][/QUOTE] I was forced myself to read a thesaurus. That really helped develope my vocabulary. You should try it.... No... Not really.

I sat on the floor of my cell, rocking back and forth. I was edgy, and slightly neurotic from my long imprisonment. A cockroach wobbled defiantly into my 'room'. I raised a finger slowly and burned it alive. I got up and sat on my bed. "Soon..." I told myself. "Soon I would break out of here and make them pay." One of the gaurds wrapped on my cell with an iron rod. I looked up at him sharply, with hating eyes. [b]Gaurd-[/b] "You in the courtyard today. Get going!" My cell door creaked open and I was forced rudely out. I was lead down the hallway and finnaly came to a large steel door. Someone from the outside opened it and light hit my eyes. I shielded my brow and walked out. The day was warm. I was going to be sweating before long. A pick-ax was forced into my hands and the door shut behind me. I walked slowly into the Pit. The Pit was a place where we mined ore for the Church. One day we would be mining gold, and the next a vein of siler would be discovered. Once we were even forced to mine lead. Many of the prisoners died during that month. None of them were really my friends, but I was angered at their death. I jumped down into the Pit and was immediatly greeted by one of the prisoners I was closer with. He also knew magic. When I escaped I would bring him with me. His name was Colin. Last names didn't matter in here. He gave me a weak smile and I returned it. I went deep into the mine and turned at the gold mining tunnel. This, as well, was part of my plan. I got to the vein and started hiting the wall. A small chunk of gold came off. I stuffed it into my undergarment and mined more. By the time the shift bell rang I had mined at least ten pounds of gold. It was very good. Much more than anyone else would mine, but they would still beat me. I was a magic user. They didn't care. And neither did the other inmates. I walked back up the Pit with my bag. I put it in the cart and was dragged to the side by another gaurd. He had a bat type weapon. He raised it and brought it down on my left arm. The pain shot through me. I caught a sad look from Colin. I nodded at him, indicating that I would escape tonight. He nodded back as the bat came down again on my leg. Half an hour later I was lead back to my cell, bloodied and bruised. I took out some belladonna I had sneaked into the prison and ate some. Most of my wounds healed. I looked out of the cell window and waited for the sun to go down.

I really like the sponge-like blotches you used. Did you do the picture or the girl yourself?