Corey

I remember the street-cards well. They were Goblin General (When Goblin General attacks, all your Goblins get +1 +1 until the end of the turn.) And Treefolk Mystic (Whenever a creature blocks or is blocked by Treefolk Mystic, destroy all enchantments on that creature.) Wow I just realized they are in horrible shape... Thanks though Char.

Or you can just contiue to be shy. I'm shy and a lot of girls at my school like me because I don't boast and brag and walk right up to the first good looking chick that crosses my path. Of course there is always the chance that if you continue being shy you will lose her interest... Your call dude!

All of the senors that I've got to know i don't consider friends. They are more complete goofs that I watch to brighten my day. Sure, there's the ocasional very cool senior that doesn't mind being a friends with a lowly freshmen, but sadly I haven't got to know any of those. The only way I'm going to be sad that the seniors are gone is now my days won't have quite so many laughs.

At least you guys that aren't going to S.S. get to lay cool at your house. My dad told me I either get a job or do a crapload of volunteer work. ::sighs:: I'm SCREWED...

[B][color=darkblue][size=3][font=century]If I were you I'd start hanging around that Starbucks a lot more. Drink plenty of espresso and latte's. Sleep there if nessesary. Just kidding. Listen to Son Goten & BabyGirl. They've got it right.[/B][/color][/size][/font]

Oh C'Mon People. I need [b]2[/b] more! Just [b]2[/b]!

::Waves a hand at Dark Sephiroth:: "Hi! Hello! Um maybe you should have read the first few parts of this thread or maybe even the signup thread. Hmmm that's a good idea why don't you go DO IT!"

Name: Ryan Age: 23 Sex: Male Height: 6' 5" Weight: 220 Race: Human Class/Specialty: Necromancer Armour: Black Steel Weapons: Staff of the Dead 15 Shurikens (spelling?) Mana Jar Soul Chamber Magic Ability: Raise Dead, Soul Blast Background: Found early in life he had the power to draw magic from the dead. He hung arond funeral homes and often brought roadkill back to life. His first job was as an undertakers apprentice. Appearance: Brown hair, hazel eyes, Usually wears his armour but sometimes wears a black suit. Personality: Easy going, Observant, Patient

Very cool. Two more people and I'll start.

[B][SIZE=3][FONT=century gothic][COLOR=darkblue]Good point, both of you (Piro & Gokents).[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR][/B]

"Satan has grown too powerful. He is plunging the world above into darkness. As volunteers to God we chose to fall to the depths of hell and surpress the rising tide of black souls. Something, however, went wrong. When we entered hell our memories got wiped clean. All we have now is a set of tattered wings and a deep unforseen dedication to an unknown entitiy." Please keep in mind that hell is a perfect parody of the above world, minus the people. The people populating the cities and homes are demonic or lost souls, manifested in physical form. The center of hell, the 7 circles, is in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Also you cannot 'die' but you can be corrupted. If you retain more than 25 hits by a demonic soul you become corrupt and need to be purged by a prayre from another angel. Ok what I need from you guys is... [B]Name (First and Last): Weapon of choice (No guns): Personality: Location in hell: Date of Death (Can be from any time period just remember that hell is a parody of the world in 2002": Age (When Deceased): [edit] Here's mine Name: Ryan Schezar Weapon: CrossBow Personality: Quiet, Thoughtful, Observant Location in Hell: Milwaukee, Wisconsin (USA) Date of Death: 9-20-2000 Age: 23 [edit]

I hit the ground with immense force. My master had beaten me again. I kneeled and put my hand against the cut on my chest. I looked up at Master Yeroc with hateful eyes. I had never beat him before. I was impatient, I knew, but what good are emotions if you are forced to ignore them. My training was to surpress my emotions. "If one can clear their mind of emotions one shall attain the highest level of the Ukato." That is the first code of Ukato. I stood up and breathed heavily. My master waved his hand and my gash healed. [B][FONT=Times]"Again!"[/FONT][/B] he said. I raised my sword and tried to clear my mind of emotion. He flew at me, rapier raised. I dove out of the way. Standing up he caught my on my arm and pain seared my body. I lashed out blindly and struck Master Yeroc. He grunted and landed. He healed me and himself. [B][FONT=Times]"You've improved."[/FONT][/B] [B][FONT=Century]"Thankyou Master. I was lucky Master..."[/FONT][/B] [B][FONT=Times]"One day you will rule this world. My power will, one day, be yours. You are still young and impulsive. You have much to learn but I see you plunging this land into eternal darkness. Come, son. Thats enough for today."[/FONT][/B] [B][FONT=Century]"Yes father."[/FONT][/B] A ball of black light enveoped him and he was just my father again. He put the shining black stone into his pocket and walked to his room to change. I leaned against the nearest wall. How I wanted that stone. That stone was the source of my fathers power. The things I could do with that stone... But to get it...

[B][SIZE=3][FONT=century gothic][COLOR=darkblue]I took a class from one of my friends. I think it was an off-shoot from Drunken Boxing. He probably made half of it up. Does that count?[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR][/B]

I'm going to be cutting lawns for a living this summer. If I can get 3 more people I will be making as much as a job, give-or-take a few bucks. Gahhhh... I mowed 10" tall grass today for $20... I got all dehydrated and almost passed out... Damn grass....

[B][FONT=century gothic][SIZE=3][COLOR=darkblue]I really think that all wars would be better if everyone fought them the way they did in the old world years ago. Two opposing armies stood on opposite sides of a field. They rushed toward eachother with swords drawn and shields raised. They would crash into eachother and fightout the battle and both sides would have virtually no people left. If wars were fought like that nowadays everyone would have enough sence not to do it. But now everyone sits behind computer screens and pushed missile launching buttons. Hmmmmmm... Why don't people have enough sence to not push the button anyway.....[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/B]

Yeah same as you Char. 3 1/2 days. Exams during them... Still fearing my Jazz theory exam...(See thread "Music Theory")

The only critisism I can take is the kind from my friends. When my parents try to criticise me, mostly my dad, they make it sound so bad and horrible. Jeeze... I can't wait untill i move out.

Sounds like soccer.

Good lord.... I wouldn't have thought that I have the biggest feet here... Jeeze... Most of the people in my school wear close to my size or bigger. I'm a 15...

wtf? When I go there all I get is 17.2 MB of code. Is it for windows programs?

Now compared to a mod I'm a worthless piece of ****. But take my theory to heart anyway. I don't think there is any life. I think all of the human race is dead. Some gigantic cataclismac(spelling?) disaster happened and all of our conciousness' got caught in some strange phenomenon. This world and everything in it is nothing more than memories of our past. I know my theory is singularly bizzare but it is how I think. I may just have an overactive imagination and way too much time on my hands, but..... Hmmmmm. Wow that was a really good theory. Wow.

Somewhere in the distance I could hear a gong being rang. That meant something to me, but what. It was obvious I was unconciouss. I could not move and i could not see anything. The gong rang again. I realized what it meant. I was in the Ceremonial Sanctum of the Dark Order. They had found me. My eyes snapped open. I was tied down by copper mesh. All around me people were chanting. They were chanting the spell of corruption. I started to sweat. The corruption spell is used only when a member tries to leave. Memebership to the Dark Order is a lifelong commitment. there is no "Can I leave now?" It's untill you die. The corruption spell touches the mind of the person to the mind of the Dark Lord. When this is completed the person no longer wants to leave and pleges their life, once again, to the Dark Order. The gong rang out again. I began to yell at people I knew. I begged them to untie me. One of my closest friends walked up to me. "All in good time. All in good time..." He brought a chalace of liquid to my lips. It touced them and a foul smell worked it's way up my nostrils. I gaged and turned my head away. He set the chalice down and punched me in my face. I sat there dazed. He brought the cup to my mouth again and poured some in. I swallowed it reluctantly, for he was holding my mouth and nose closed. My vison darkened then went black. I sat there, tied to a table, and yet I was floating in an infinate black void. Something in the distance winked on. I floated toward it. It was red. What was it? I got very near it. It gave off heat. "Oh my God..." I said softly. It was an eye. The lid slid open to reveal a blood red pupil. It bore into me. It wrapped some unseen hands around my soul, and squeezed. I screamed with pain. "SO YOU ARE AN AEON WARRIOR." It said in a booming voice that fed directly into my mind. "YOU ARE THE ONES THAT WILL DESTROY ME AND MY BRETHERN. MY BROTHERS AN I FEEL THAT YOU MAY HAVE SOME USE ANYHOW. DO YOU SEE THIS?" A small red ball appeared a foot from my head. "THIS IS A DEMONIC SOUL. MANY DEMONS HAVE BEEN INHABITED BY THIS. I WILL NOW PASS IT ON TO YOU. WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR FIRST EVIL THOUGHT, YOU WILL BE CHANGED. I WILL BE IN CONTROL OF YOU. HOPEFULLY THAT TIME WILL COME SOON. NOW LEAVE." His last word echoed in the void. The eye dissapeared and I was back in my apartment. My first evil thought.... I had better be careful.

Ummm. This is going to sound a little odd... Could I maybe use your poem "Crimson Voices" for a book I'm writing? I swear I will give you credit. It just sounds so appropriate. My book is kinda about Satan trying to take over the earth. There's a lot of stuff in there and at the end I was thinking about Satans host, maybe i'll post the book on the board after I get it copywrited..., commiting suicide at the end and maybe that poem could tie in somewhere. Please?:angel:

Ouch Goten.... ouch. That really sucks. Well my most embarrassing moment has been ongoing for about a week for three years. I'm in my highschool band (And was in middle school the last two years) we took a trip to New Orleans to play. I have a deformation of the part of the throat that connects the nose and the back-throat. When i sleep sitting up something happens and i can't breath through my nose. So My mouth hangs open all night on the bus. For about three years running I wake up and find wierd Sh!t in my mouth. Gum (already chewed), garbage, tac's, sand, an unused condom (don't ask), and hot sauce. i have mean friends... But i get them back!

My God.... That is incredible.... Wow... Wow....