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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:02 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Exclamation Survivor X - Round One

Ubae! Subete! Kono te de!
tatoe kokoro kizutsuketeta to shite mo
mezameta chikara karada o kakemeguru
kotoba wa imi o kaete
kinou no shinjitsu wa kyou no uso ni naru
dare mo ga samayoi nagasarete yuku dake
yume ya ai nante tsugou no ii gensou
riaru o fumishime hateshinai
asu e to te o nobasu


Kyo Presents

Reckless fire sou daitan ni tamashii ni hi o tsukero

nigeba nante nai sa
uso mo mujun mo nomihosu tuyosa to tomo ni
ima ha motomenai tagai ni yadoru sympathy
watasenai nani ka wo tukamitoru made wa...


A Red Lotus Production

kizutuku no ga kowai no ka?
umaku zuruku ikite tanoshii no ka?
hate aru tabiji nani wo kakko tukeru?
"dare ni mo wakaru wake nai" to kunou wo kidori
sameta me de kocchi wo miru nara
yurusenai reflection


In Collaboration with Shoryuken and Random Insanity

reckless fire ii kagen na puraido nara hai ni nare
kiseki nante nai sa
chikayoru no ha gizensha no amai wana
shinjiru beki mono sore ha jibun jishin
yuzurenai taisetu na mono nigirishimete


Survivor X: Manifest Destiny

tukame! subete! kokoro ni!
zetubou, situbou ni uchinomesarete mo
saigo ha tachiagari hitori no glorious
risuku ya mainasu naraba kibakusai sa
wakitatu "kakushin" no ya wo
asu he to tokihanatu


Featuring characters from the libraries

reckless fire sou daitan ni inochi no sube wo migake
kono yo ha sabaibaru
shiro ka kuro ka yuku michi ha hitotu dake


of various fighting and role-playing games all over the world.

reckless fire sou daitan ni tamashii ni hi wo tukero
nigeba nante nai sa
uso mo mujun mo nomihosu tuyosa to tomo ni
tayasu wake ga nai kono mune no kagaribi ha
yuruginai chikara to ishi turanuku you ni


(Theme song: Scryed - Reckless Fire)


Part One, Scene One - Unpredictable

Daisetsu shielded himself from the winds that blasted the entire room as Jun poured all her strength into the incantation. The Holy Relics flashed once, then twice, then three times...

Then his surroundings eclipsed into white, albeit momentarily.

When the light had cleared out, he beheld quite a confusing scene. Jun was unconsious, the Relics had been blasted to triangular sides of the room, and...

It was almost beyond comprehension--beings of every shape and stature filled the circle where Jun had made the incantion, where the Relics had been earlier. Some were massively huge and disfigured, while others seemed relatively human. All were standing, awake but looking exhausted at what he would have guessed to be a long and violent trip. Kalten moved to pick up Jun, carrying her in his arms as he brought the unconsious ninja to her quarters. As he left, he whispered, "Apperances can be decieving. Lay down the facts first."

It was sage advice, and he cleared his throat even as Dorrin exited, closing the door behind him.

"Welcome. I'm sure none of you enjoyed the trip, and I'm sure you're going to like what I have to say even less." He paused. He had everyone's attention, although if those eyes were kunai he'd been dead minutes ago. He continued, his voice still laden with steel.

"The group of you have been warped in from different worlds and dimensions to mine by using the ancient relics you see embedded on the walls next to you. I know your trip was forceful, and unexpected, but that can't be helped. I didn't specifically choose any of you to come here--the spell seeks out those with 'potential', and thus you were forced here by Jun's jutsu."

He turned to the hardened wall, looking at the sand dunes below. "My name is Daisetsu Kagami, commander of the An'ven of the Flame. I've brought all of you here to fufill a prophecy in our ancient texts, which states that I summon 'travellers of the universe' and take them with me in my campaign against Naclos, in hopes that one will meet the requirements needed to..." He coughed. "Well. To save our world."

Turning back, he gauged them all and closed his eyes afterwards. "I don't know whether you're too tired to speak or whether you're just speechless by how ludicrous my words sound." He knew it was the latter. He'd likely have tried to walk out on a stupid speech like this by now. "But this is reality. You've all been transported to my world from wherever you were from, and you'll be coming with me and my small force as we try and take Naclos, a organized nation about twenty times larger than us."

He smiled, pursing his lips. "And you're supposed to win against them for us."

Knowing those words had a sufficiently painful effect on the group of people in front of him, he continued. "Right now, you're in San'tar, the makeshift capital of the Kyoun'en nation. My people are desert nomads, and we build dens from the sand, leaving them behind when sandstorms come. We also host the most well-trained guerilla force on the planet, which you'll be traveling with in three days' time."

He decided to switch to a more important subject. "I'm sure you're wondering 'Why do I have to listen to you? I can go anywhere I want, I don't have to listen to you', and so on... Right? Well, actually, you can't leave. It has to do with the way we brought you here..."

He walked deliberately up to one of the bigger people--muscle bound, a head taller than he was at the least, and completely green in skin color--, and stuck his hand through him. Everyone's eyes widened and he wiggled it around, and swept it out of the bewildered man.

"You're not entirely here, you see. Your spirit is, and a bit of base material and spirit energy makes up what you're standing in right now. It shouldn't take but a day for you to become completely physical, but the spiritual energy takes much longer to siphon back in. The three other people you saw a while ago were part of this ritual, as was I. As a result, we are all linked in a rather strange fashion. Since the four of us possess tremendous amounts of spiritual energy, we were able to pool our forces to bring you here. Through us, your spiritual energy is gradually being returned to you. If you stay too far away from us, the link will become weak, and you'll die from withdrawal."

He caught a few concerned looks. "Don't worry, the range of the link extends for quite a few miles before you enter a problem range. And you only need one of us to be in that range. You have more than enough room for yourselves. There's also a special benefit--you can't die from mortal wounds here, even when your physical form returns. Once all of your spiritual energy returns, which will take around half of a month, you'll all be able to make the choice to return to your home world, and we'll be able to send you back with the last of the link. But if you get killed, your body reverts to that bare-minimum form gradually--like a spirit, while your spiritual energy gathers at a faster rate. Then your physical body regerates here while your spiritual energy is maxed."

He moved towards the door. "I've told you what you're here for--to aid us in our assualt on Naclos. That's hardly all of it, however. The prophecy states that all of those summoned was chosen because they have potential."

"Potential to do what?" The voice was very small, and it came from a young woman at the back at the crowd. Her eyes were frightened--As they should be... Damn. Gods, forgive me for performing this act.

"The potential... to become a god."

The pause that followed was unmistakably one of shock or disbelief. Daisetsu continued. "Obviously, most of you didn't stand a chance in the lives you were leading to do such a thing. However, you'll be facing hardships like never before in this place. You're going to get stronger, naturally. You'll become much stronger, however, because of this spiritual transfer method. Much more spiritual energy than you originally had is going to flow into your bodies as an end result of what we expended to bring you to our world. One of you will get so much that it will transcend physical form, and you will have the powers of a deity."

He turned. "I'm sorry for rambling on like that. Being a god should be the last thing on any of your minds, especially since you can refuse this power. You can stay as you were before, if you keep your mind at it. But if you do..." He opened the door, and looked back out. "If you do, then we as a nation are doomed."

He lowered his head. "I'm not exceptional at speeches, although I'm sure most of you have noticed that by now. But enough about your task here. Everyone's been notified about your coming, so feel free to talk to anyone or ask questions. You may explore our city, and this central building as you like. Just don't enter the desert, for your own sakes... I'm not sure how far my range extends past this city."

He looked up again. "If you bear this situation long enough, you can return to your world... and be a lot stronger from the experience. I wish you all well."

He then went to see to Jun's health, closing the door and leaving a host of bewildered people behind him.


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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:06 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Post

Round 1 - San'tar, the Wandering City

Salutations. As Daisetsu said, you're in the city of San'tar, which is completely composed of mud, brick, and sand--a combination which falls apart over time when the latter of the three is the one most widely-used. However, this city was built recently and firesealed, so you won't see sand falling from the roof or antything. While the An'ven people in the city are not very akin to the ways of a normal society, they are very friendly and open even with strangers. While being composed of sand, San'tar sees constant merchant trade because of their impressive glass industry--glass is a rather expensive commodity, and the inhabitants of the desert can do little with it in sand-made buildings save trade it. You'll see any normal function of a low-technology city here, including an apothecary, bar, smithy, and so on. The building you inhabit right now is the academy, where young men are trained to become members of Daisetsu's elite guerilla force. The instructors have been told to allow you to train with them if it suits you, and you can spar some of the senior members to hone your fighting skills--obviously, you won't be able to do this until your body becomes real. There is an adjacent building for the magic and Aura-proficient, but it might not be wise to head there--young An'ven mages tend to be rather explosive on incident. There is an altar on the outskirts of town, which is dedicated to those 'fallen, but not yet born'. Daisetsu will visit this altar at some point, and you can interact with him there when he does. Other than that, you cannot reach any of the four Lords right now.


This is the Master List of Sponsors.

(Note that if your character belongs to a series, I'll put him/her/it from the game/series of his/her/its earliest incarnation.)

Daisetsu --- The Red Phoenix (0 EXP)

Sponsors
Bowling Pin The Hulk-Fighting-Daisetsu
Switchblade - Vice and Mature(The King of Fighters)
Dry31 - Testament(Guilty Gear)
Slipstream - Yuri Hyuga(Shadow Hearts)
Exeter - Sol Badguy(Guilty Gear)
ShinkuuR - Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy IV)
colguile - Allen Sanyder (Street Fighter EX)
Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi 2)
Simplistic Hero - Kuma(Tekken)
Larrok - Max (Tales of Destiny II)

Sidekicks
m121akuma - Dan Hibiki(Street Fighter Alpha)
Ryudo - Ryudo(Grandia II)
Anoat - Scorpion(Mortal Kombat)

Kalten --- The Blue Dragon(0 EXP)

Sponsors
Curley W - Jason Soe w/ Vader
Luna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The Second Story)
Daisuke7777 - K'(The King of Fighters)
S-Chicken Boner - Adol Christian(Y's)
Baka - Ky Kiske(Guilty Gear)
San Draco - Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's skeleton(Mortal Kombat)
Zen Master - Kyosuke(Rival Schools)
Just Some Guy - Captain Falcon(Super Smash Bros.)
Krizak - Mint(Threads of Fate)

Sidekicks
Magus - Blanka(Street Fighter)
Samus Aran - Samus Aran(Super Smash Bros.)

Jun --- The Green Dragon(0 EXP)

Sponsors
The Damned - King(The Queen of Fighters )
Wayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft III)
Nif - Kite(.hack//infection)
Thirdtwin - Chipp Zanuff(Guilty Gear)
Kellios - Vincent Valentine(Final Fantasy VII)
eyesaw - Storm(X-Men: Children of the Atom)

Sidekicks
Psycho Power J-Yuffie-RPG-Jun-sidekick
Soujiro Seta-Mesdoram Elmdor/Zalera-RPG-Jun-sidekick

Dorrin --- The White Tiger(0 EXP)

Sponsors
Amethyst - Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa Frontier)
Renmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy Tactics)
CarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai Shodown)
MageusBlack - Maya Amano(Persona)
pirate360 - AirMan(Rockman: The Power Battles)
Adam*Warlock - Rogue(X-Men V.S. Street Fighter)
Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker)

Special Rule - Immaterial
As Daisetsu had mentioned earlier, your bodies aren't completely in this world yet. If you were to summon all your rage and anger upon a single target and hammer it with everything you had... you might be able to kill a flea right now. After 6 hours of round time, your bodies will become real enough for you to affect the physical world like a human, but you'll still be too weak to do much. (Note that fluffy sidekicks are completely real in this world, and are not affected like you are, save for not being able to die. Also note that you can interact with other Sponsors as if they were real, because you share a plane of existence.) So, being in your current state, None of the actions you take will have any effect by the end of the round. This is a test round of sorts, so I can see how my system works, and tweak it if needed. So vote as if it meant something, or I'll kill you.

Be warned that due to the imbalance of Sponsors under a given Lord, I may have to switch players' Lords around by next round. Since you get no EXP this round, you may want to try and help correct this imbalance yourself before I do it myself; that is, switch Lords if the one you're under has too many. Just don't all leave at once.

Voting ends at 4:00 PM CST. Round ends at 4:30.

EDIT: Somehow missed the round description.

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Thirdtwin Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:06 PM

Blade of Vengeance

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: That depends, of course, on where I am

First?

...it appears so GET THIS QUICKER


TT

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:07 PM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

FIRST!!!

...

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

It... can't... be! I was so close!

*sob*

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m121akuma Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:16 PM

t3h 3v1l av: Part 2

Registered: Apr 2001
Location: Southfield, MI. Bitches.

Bah, being first is overrated anyway


Southfield Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled

quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer
SRK.com is the new evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame SRK.com for it, and its status will be irreversible.

-Starhammer-


---Team Southfield Website---

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Exeter Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:17 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Being 4th, on the other hand, is a great accomplishment if I do say so myself.

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Dry31 Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:19 PM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Five is a mystic number...the number of the Nightmare Circular! Unfortunately, Testament won't be casting any of those anytime soon it seems. >:[

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Luna Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:23 PM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

Six is even better. It's two times three, which is my lucky number, and the amount of eyes Opera has. XD


Go to the light
Kuyashisa mo zenbu kizameru tsuyosa o daite
Ikutsu no yo ake mo koeteku
Watashi to iu arika mitsukeru tame....

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:24 PM

The Mio Awakura Av

Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

Cue song: Xenogears - Dazil - City of Burning Sands.

The Savage Hulk stood still, as a blank monolith. Strange looking people surrounded him, some who even looked vaguely human. In fact, some of these people had eyes nearly as big as their fists. This was a varied crew.

Only, this Hulk did not know it. He was, for the time, brain dead. His spiritual energy hadn't enough time to transfer his entire persona; no, the Hulk did not have a body to claim his own, not even in his own world.

"Yo, big guy!"

The Hulk did not hear this.

"Why're you so glum looking? You confused by all this bullshat? I can relate."

The Hulk did not hear this.

"I was about to lay the HAND on some troublemaking womens. They're the DEVIL, you know."

The Hulk did not hear this.

"...are you listening? I guess you're just a big green paperweight."

The Hulk did not hear this.

"Whatever. Hey, you in the bartender get up! Are you related to Marcy D'arcy off of Married with Children? Ha ha, YAHOOIE!"

The Hulk did not hear this.


"MIO PLZ DON'T LEAVE ME!!!"

Sonic Writes Fanfics - Updated? The hell?
The Ansatsuken Kid - Episode 13!
Dan and Skullo - A m121 joint. Rarely updated, but still good.
3rd World Pimp - OGs.

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m121akuma Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:35 PM

t3h 3v1l av: Part 2

Registered: Apr 2001
Location: Southfield, MI. Bitches.

The Pimpmasta shrugged in frustration. He was trapped in a strange dimension with a buncha freeks from every place imaginable, and bored to tears. Why was everyone so serious? I mean, he had a 6-o-clock on 12 Mile with some lonely punk named FoF() that he's missing, and you didn't see him complaining. He began to walk around the crowd...and noticed a pair o' bitches making out in the corner.

Dan: HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Maybe this won't be so bad after all!!!

Dan started to move around the crowd to get a better look...and heard a faint squishing sound beneath his toes.

Tingle: What the fuck was that for?!

Dan: No time for you, little shit. I got a pair of lesbos to oogle.

With that, he flicked the little fairy with his index finger and walked off.

1 A-vote to Tingle.


Southfield Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled

quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer
SRK.com is the new evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame SRK.com for it, and its status will be irreversible.

-Starhammer-


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Just Some Guy Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:39 PM

Superhero Sellout

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: a place where you are not

Captain's Log. 4-18-03. 9:39 PM
Sponsored by Pepsi-Cola


Three Deals from the Airline-kings under the sky,
Seven from the Media-lords in their streets of Los Angeles,
Nine from the Mortal Stores doomed to get bought out,
One from the Pimp Lord on his comfy throne
In the Land of Detroit where the Hoes lie.
One Deal to rule them all, One Deal to find them,
One Deal to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Detroit where the Johns get tricks.


Falcon knew he had but one thing to do. He HAD to get that endorsement with Shotopimps. In his state of slumber, he felt it, the dark power of the Pimpmastaa, beckoning, calling out to him. The greatest businessman in the entire western world was HERE. Lying in the shadows, the Pimp Lord himself, Dan Hibiki. He was here, the presence felt was certain.

Looking through the building, Hibiki was nowhere to be seen, but many others were visible. A big green guy, a three-eyed girl, a guy in a lion suit. All the freaks were here, and some normal looking people, none quite as manly and handsome as himself, of course. Falcon quickly jumped on the highest object and began posing for everyone, because he was so famous. Although where people would usually give applause and ask for autographs, all he got was odd stares and a few people laughed their asses off at him. He didn't even notice that he fell right through the table he jumped on, either.

'Hmmm... tough crowd. That guy DID say they were all from opposite universes, the obviously just don't recognize me. I wonder how I could make them realize how buff, cool, and 1337 I really am... And why is there a table at my knees? Hmm... my Zoloft logo seems to be coming off my shirt. Damn. Well, at least I'm still the manliest man here, even without my Zoloft logo.' He rips off the Zoloft patch and places it in his pocket.

'Well, this seems like a fairly big crappy town, perhaps there is a sewing shop around here. WAIT! OVER THERE!' He notices a beatiful woman across the room. Long, black hair, a black dress with black boots, and a black top. A bit flat-chested though, but with the rest of her, it didn't matter. Falcon decided to walk up to her.

Falcon musters up his manliest voice. 'Hello, young lady. I suppose you have heard of me before, the great... CAPTAIN FALCON!' The man strikes a pose, being sure to flex his muscles. 'I don't suppose you wouldn't want to go over to that pub with me for a few drinks, my treat, since I'm so rich and awesome. Care for a Pepsi?'

The girl replied with a deep, metallic voice, startling Falcon. 'I am no woman, Falcon. Now go away, or you shall regret your impudence.'

At the sound of the man's voice, Falcon could only muster up a squeaky word. 'Meep!' He was scared out of his mind at the girly man's threat of death, and was about to return to his original quest. Finding a place to sew his Zoloft logo back on. Then to get an endorsement from Shotopimps. You see, he has a sort of 'Spidey Sense', only instead of danger, it picked up potential deals and money.

'Would you like an autograph?'

'Go away now, you shall not like what happens if you stay here any longer.'

It was then that Falcon noticed Testament's Scythe of Rather Large Proportions, and ran off like a scared little girl.

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:43 PM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

He awoke from the biggest hangover he had ever had.

"Ugh... kooloo... limpah?" muttered Tingle as he staggered to his feet. He was in a large room, filled with a bunch of freaky people who didn't know how to dress properly. Up in front was Typical Bish, yapping about something which obviously didn't involve a doctor or Tingle's liver. The middle-aged man noted this and did not pay attention.

"Blah blah blah blah blah dimensions blah blah blah blah campaign against Nachos blah blah blah blah blah save our world blah blah blah blah cookies 'n cream" stated the man in the front.

Tingle's ears perked up. He slowly stood to his feet. "Cookies?" he wondered aloud.

A pink elephant to the right nudged him in the ribs. "Shh! Some of us are trying to pay attention," he trumpeted

Tingle shook his head. Screw elephants. He needed to know what was going on. Some people's pets these days.

"I've told you what you're here for--to aid us in our assualt on Naclos. That's hardly all of it, however. The prophecy states that all of those summoned was chosen because they have potential," Mr. Samurai-Man droned on. Nalcos wasn't as cool a name as Nachos, Tingle decided, but it would have to do.

"Potential to do what?" squeaked a pink wiggly kitty behind Tingle. It wrinkled its nose.

"The potential... to become a god."

"The potential to become... a fairy?" whispered Tingle, not being quite able to comprehend what Mr. Bish was saying.

"He said god, not fairy," whispered the elephant loudly. "What on earth are you hopped up on?"

"Motor oil and antifreeze," replied Tingle without missing a beat.

The elephant squinted at Tingle. He was beginning to look more human. "Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked.

"That was another time and another place, foolish mortal," replied Tingle.

"Huh?"

"I said, shut your pie hole, you drunken Republican."

The human-elephant hybrid stepped back. "What's up with you?" he asked, bringing his fists up, ready to attack if Tingle made a move.

"Aw, nothin'," replied Tingle, giddily, forgetting what happened earlier. "Here, take one of these. They make the bad stuff go away." Tingle reached into his green leotard, retrieved a red flask, and tossed it to the elephant boy, who caught it between his front legs.

"Drink up. It's good stuff!" Tingle bowed to the elephant, who was taken aback, then pranced after Mr. Bish. "Wait, come back, swordy-guy! Tingle wants to be a faaaiiiry!"

The elephant, who turned out to be Jason Soe, shook his head. "I wonder what drunken fantasy he's living?" He opened up the bottle and sniffed it. "Seems OK," he said to himself. "Bottoms up." In a quick movement, he chugged the contents of the bottle.

"Mmmm... peachy."

--

Tingle is using Focus. Heck, who would've thought that he was in a state of heightened awareness?

Using one R-vote on Jason Soe.

Jason Soe now has an empty bottle.

Tingle: 3 A-votes, 1 R-vote, 1 Special.

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Switchblade Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:53 PM

Road Warrior

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: In your fridge, behind the mayo

“The potential…” Mature whispered.

“To become a god.” Vice finished with a smile.

The two assassins took a cursory glance over all the other people gathered to join this army. Then, with a quick nod to each other, they broke away from the group and moved off to a secluded corner. “Recognize anyone,” Mature asked her partner. Vice shrugged and shook her head. “Me neither. Most of them look like nothing, though. Against an army I doubt they’ll survive.” Vice smiled at that.

“An army,” Vice repeated. “Sounds like it’ll be quite the slaughter. Mmm,” she moaned, “Can’t wait.”

“And the prize…” Mature reminded her partner. “Godhood. And a damn sight earlier than we were hoping. No more need for Goenitz or the other Heavenly Kings. We can bring Orochi back ourselves.”

“And on our own terms,” Vice added. The two women looked at each other and smiled wickedly.

“Come on,” Mature said, gesturing back towards the group, “Let’s meet and greet. They may not look like much, but some of these others may come in useful. I think it’s time to see what we’ll have to work with.


To those who want to interact with Vice and Mature: For this round V & M are going to try to get a good grip on the others, so they're going to be extra nice. Mature is the one who will be doing most of the talking, expect her to be sugary sweet and even seductive.

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Lantis Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:55 PM

Death roams next door

Registered: Mar 2001
Location: Between hell and a world filled with grief. Take your pick

Suddenly, the whole room grew into a brewing darkness, as if some dark wind had passed all of a sudden. The moment passed in the blink of an eye, but everyone took notice of it. Soon enough, a man stood forward from among the bunch of fighters gathered around the cramped room. White hair poured over his eyes, and his face was quite serious. His pace was firm, and he didn't even move a muscle as he pushed his way through the crowd.

'Filth and scum...I am surrounded by them! Do you ever know your role, pitiful creatures?'

The young man ran a hand through his hair, and he suddenly revealed an evil grin.

'Has the fun began yet? No? What a drag! I know one thing is certain...SOMEONE is not getting out alive today?'

The young man just turned his head to both sides once, and spit on the floor.

'Hasn' t that fool Daisetsu arrived yet? The nerve! He's hosting this foolish playground, and yet he refuses to show himself...a coward he is!'

Everyone was mumbling at the newcoming odd man, when suddenly Dan ran up to him, and stood in front of the young man with his hands on his hips and a cocky grin. The young man didn't even pay attention to him. Dan grinned to show his shiny teeth, and saluted.

'What's up, creepy dude? The name is Dan...Dan Hibiki, master of Saikyo Ryuu, I am! But I think you already knew THAT...'

The young man sneered at Dan.

'I don't EVER recall asking for your name, runt! You are nothing more than a worthless gnat to me! Be gone from my sight, useless fool!'

Dan cowered a bit, but returned to the young man's face with a nasty smirk.

'Oooohhh boy...just thank Daisetsu that you are on MY side of this whole mess, little boy! Or else I could....'

But Dan suddenly felt that a knot crossed his throat. He couldn't even mutter a word. Like if a sudden force had grabbed ahold of it. He began to feel the whole blood rush to his head as his breathing lacked. The young man put a hand on Dan's shoulder.

'Out of the way!'

And with a simple motion, the young man sent Dan flying towards a wall, smacking him hard against the sand. The young man then slowly unsheated his sword as black mist surrounded his mysterious blade.

'Setsuna has arrived...newcomers beware! My blade feeds on the weak tonight!'


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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:57 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Hisame Shizumaru - 1:1

His head was spinning, his stomach felt weak, as did his knees - and he could still feel the touch of Rimururu's lips on his. It was a comforting sensation in the midst of all the painful ones - a feather, compared to skin that felt on fire, and he wanted to linger, hold on to it - but it faded away, and the pain surged forth, making him dizzy once more.

Struggling to bring himself out of his stupor, Shizumaru faintly looked around at the surroundings, and his eyes flew open in horror - This can't be... and yet -

Shizumaru held out his hand before him, and nearly felt sick at its translucence. He was about to panic, before seeing Daisetsu - or, rather, hearing him - and even though the initial shock had left him, the queasiness still remained, making him feel the way that rocks must feel at the bottom of a waterfall. The situation he found himself in, he had felt before, and old memories came flying back into his mind - swamp crystal ocean cave garden desert nightmare - oh, Tachibana-san, this must be another escapade, it *must* be... The thought passed through, and he lent his attention to Daisetsu.

... to become a god, Shizumaru ran over the words in his head. Would that grant me the power to control the demon - ... I wonder...

He blinked, pursing his eyebrows for a moment, and curiously peered down at his chest, which was just as translucent as his hand, and the sight he saw made him stare in astonishment - right where his heart was, a soft blue light glew, just like a lantern. The glow was calming, somehow, but after a moment, he suddenly realized what he was seeing - ... the demon...

The thought passed to reach into his chest and wrench out that glow, but his hand hesitated, perched directly over it. Shizumaru sighed, biting his lip anxiously, and closed his collar to hide the blue light, glancing nervously around to see if anyone had noticed.

Every heartbeat refreshed the sight of the glow, however, and however furiously he tried to push the thought from his mind, Shizumaru simply could not forget it - one of the few times he actually wanted to rid himself of a memory.

Silently, he lowered his eyes shamefully, and glided backwards into a wall, where he easily sifted through.

--


a lonely soul ____________________ moonlit skies
speaker of silence ________________ candlelit town
footsteps in the night _____________ eyes cast in gloom
utter reliance ____________________ a saddened frown

sweet serenity __________________ shielded by innocence
waits to be broken _______________ hidden by beauty
its mouth aghast ________________ the demon sleeps within
a demon hath spoken ____________ destroying naievte

~ hisame shizumaru, survivor x - oboeru mo ~

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:58 PM

The Mio Awakura Av

Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

I believe that is an "A-Vote." BTW, I used Dan in the scene with Hulk because I knew that it'd be less, you know, rude. I actually considered putting Kite in that scene, but I don't know whether or not Nif would've appreciated it. Ah well.

"That guy in the pink is just jealous of my fashion sense." The elf Tingle had muttered under his breath.

The Hulk did not hear this.

"Unlike you, sir! Your choice in color is fantastic!"

The Hulk did not hear this.

"I see, you must be exhausted. I wonder if there are any refreshments in this arid place?"

The Hulk did not hear this.

"Don't worry. I'll try and fetch some water for the both of us!" Tingle jingle-jangled away, leaving Hulk to blankly stare at a wall without any knowledge of his surroundings. Only a minute later, Tingle had two glasses in his hands. "Can you believe how hard is to find any water here?" Tingle floated with the aid of a balloon so that his eyes could meet the Hulk's. "Have a sip." Tingle had dripped the precious liquid into the Hulk's mouth. He floated back to the ground, with the idea of a business proposition. "Say, do you have any maps you'd want me to translate?"

The Hulk heard this.

"No thanks, I know my way back to Nevada." But this was not the Hulk's voice. The man who replaced the Hulk had said this as a reflex.

"My...you've transformed haven't you! That's a first, for my eyes anyway."

"...who are you?" Bruce Banner clasped his hands to his head. "What's going on?"

Wait six hours. Follow everyone else. This was the Hulk's voice, or, his inner voice.

So you were standing in for me weren't you? Bruce was impressed the Hulk didn't destroy everything and everyone around him in the minutes that he had been absent.

That's all Hulk heard. Hulk was busy fighting HIM.

Him?

He's a stranger. Not like the Professor, or Joe.

Please tell me it's not what I think it is...not another malevolent personality I have to cope with.

"So, I'll just stand over ... there. Please contact me on your Game Boy Advance if you need to!" Tingle left, while Bruce Banner stood, staring blankly at the ground.

Who are you?! Banner was getting worried.

Geez, don't think so loud old man. I was trying to write some poetry. This voice was that of the one Hulk fought with.

You're not like any of the others, aren't you? You even sound like a punk kid. I don't ever remember seeing you before.

It's because I'm new blood. I'm also a famous name, but a guy like you's too busy to read the fight magazines, are you?

I have to be losing it. Bruce was tired of this supposed voice in his head. He tried to ignore it be sitting against a wall, but it was to no avail.

I'm actually not the guy I make out to be. Just his personality! Old man, you must have slipped up along the line, because NESTS went and injected you with some of my blood!

ARGH, SHUT UP! HULK DOESN'T CARE ABOUT NESTS OR BLOOD! The Hulk decided to wage war one more time on this foreign psyche who plagued their body. Bruce, on the outside, was completely alienated by the strange people around him and the strange man inside of him.

Didn't I teach you a lesson last time? Fine, I'll put down my pen and finish my poem later, because you requested a genuine KYO KUSANAGI ass handing, pal!

"Yoga. I really need to turn back to my yoga." Bruce Banner said silently to himself.


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Kellios Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:04 PM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

Vincent Valentine watched the others pass by him and the man who took it upon himself to speak to the crowd. Looking down at himself, Vincent used the tip of the wretched claw from his left hand and moved it through his right hand.

Instead of feeling pain and watching his blood drip from his palm, as the man had demonstrated, his left hand went right through his right palm. Vincent twirled his fingers around in his palms and soon gave it up, and turned to surveyed the town.

It reminded him of Cosmo Canyon, in the way it was built, but certainly not in the way it looked. Vincent eyed the other sponsors walking past him and noted for looks, but no one in the general population looked the faintest familiar to him.

JENOVA must be pulling quiet the stunt on me. This cannot be real.

Only if you believe it is a stunt, Vincent.

Vincent sighed to himself and stepped away from the crowd and entered started to enter into a city before something caught his eye.

This is new of you. Are you trying to ignore me?

If it works, then I will.

You and I both know you are wrong. besides, I know what has been in the "back of your mind," shall I say.

...I see you have been bored.

For the past thirty years I have been bored.

Ignoring the last remark, Vincent turned his focus back to what had distracted him before. He walked over to where he saw something sticking out of the ground, and he bent over for a closer look.

A small, circular foundation of a base stone paving, with little engraved inscription at a stone on the far end of the base. Vincent could not make out the description, but he took in a deep breath of the surrounding area.

Smells like blood.

And smoke.

Vincent ran a finger over the stone and rubbed some of the residue between his thumb and forefinger. He could guess to what the dark splatter spots where on the stone, and the grayish tint that rubbed off on his finger.

It looks like an altar. A plaque for the fallen.

...What did he say? We are here to be potential gods?

Vincent looked down at the alter, and rubbed the residue from his fingers into his palms. He stayed knelt by the altar and brushed strands of hair from his face.

"I would never want to have an altar dedicated to me."

No, you would want one dedicated to her.

... A demon has no place beside an altar. To win would only open the sins I have committed.

Vincent stood up on his feet again and just looked down at the altar, once again removing strands of his hair from his eyes.

Perhaps if we were to find a tomb here, it would be more to your liking.

I wish to hear nothing from you, Chaos.


As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge to you my undying and everlasting love. I will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.

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Dry31 Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:10 PM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Testament found himself...elsewhere. The suddenness of the change, combined the completely different atmosphere of this place combined to make him a bit...ill. And there was something else, as well...something he couldn't quite place. But as Testament listened, he began to understand.

So we're only half here? No wonder this place resonates so disturbingly. Beings pulled in from across time and space...all for their goals. Fools...will humans never learn?! They seek to control power beyond their limits...and in so doing, care not what they -

"Hello, young lady. I suppose you have heard of me before, the great... CAPTAIN FALCON!"

He blinks, then turns to regard the one speaking with an incredulous stare.

"I don't suppose you wouldn't want to go over to that pub with me for a few drinks, my treat, since I'm so rich and awesome. Care for a Pepsi?"

His hands twitch slightly as he speaks, annoyed.

"I am no woman, Falcon. Now go away, or you shall regret your impudence..."

"Meep!"

The fact that this impudent human still dared to ignore his warning annoyed Testament even further. His scythe, with its bloody blade, formed out of thin air, appearing in his hands...

"Go away. NOW. You shall not like what happens if you stay here any longer.'

This time, Captain Falcon shows a bit of wisdom and flees. Testament glares balefully after him, a glare that would ordinarily make anything warmblooded fear for their life. Falcon keeps running...Testament looks around, taking in his surroundings. He then turns to Zio, who is perched on his shoulder in raven form, and speaks to her softly.

"It seems, Zio, that we have little choice in this matter. But in the meantime...let us leave this place. These filthy impudent humans are making my stomach turn with the stench of their greed..."

Testament walks away, seeking to find a place to be alone...

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Lantis Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:10 PM

Death roams next door

Registered: Mar 2001
Location: Between hell and a world filled with grief. Take your pick

Setsuna notices a small child cowering in a corner of the room. Setsuna draws his attention towards the kid with the umbrella....

"Hmmm...I just noticed...that kid's blood...it has the scent of..."

Setsuna walks over slowly to the kid, while the crowd quickly stands away from his path. Shizumaru notices how the crowd is parting, and fixes his eyes to Setsuna. A bit of fear, but yet sheer determination, appears in his eyes as the undead warrior walks up to him. Shizumaru firmly grasps his umbrella, and his other hand touches the hilt of his sword slightly.

The two stare at each other, but neither dares to move. Then, Shizumaru smiles, and bows.

"Greetings and good day, Mr. Setsuna. I see that you have decided to come over and have a chat with me? But I bet it's for no good purpose...."

With that said, Shizumaru became serious again, and stared at Setsuna, who just twitched his eye a bit.

"You little child...so young....and yet with the blood of demons flowing in your body? How can that be?"

Shizumaru opened his eyes wide, and his hands trembled a bit.

"You know...? My curse..."

"Curse? Hardly, boy! If anything, you should be grateful...by the end of this petty game, you will know what your true path is...."

"What is that?"

"You'll see soon enough...."

Setsuna slowly turns around to face the green behemoth Hulk. He sneers at him.

"Foolish giant...his power is not of this world's nature!"

Setsuna turns towards Shizumaru again, and grins evily.

"Blood will soon cover all! But first, I must make some warm up sessions...."

And with that, he walks away.


Want to take me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain to assimilate your stupidity.

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MageusBlack Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:13 PM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Maya Amano: 1:1

Maya was sure that the bottom floor of Kismat wasn’t made of sand. And she was positive that the place never smelt of blood and smoke. She was also sure that she was in an elevator.

She took in her new surroundings as the voice of Daisetsu filled the room, explaining everything about everything that is happening. Partially listening, she saw as the people, and other things, around her were as amazed as she was that they had been brought here. But everyone was different. They wore clothes strange to what she did; some looked like the old fashioned stuff they used back in the 15th centaury, while others wore materials and metals which never existed from where she was from.

If Maya was a greedy woman (and not so clumsy), she would have probably have tried to steal their items.

Curious about the strange world she would have never thought of in her wildest dreams, Maya walked, her eyes gazing everywhere but in front of her.


"My name is Maia, of Subaru sparkling in the heavenly dome. I support the holy moon, and pray on your behalf..."

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:24 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

I'll probably be, what, 16th by the time this gets up? ^_^

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Canto I + Ab Initio + Glued State


For all the desert's heat, Alma's hands still felt cold. Her fingers were chilled and appeared white, even though there was no blood to disappear from their surfaces. She breathed on them and felt some slight warmth, but nothing more. She wondered if this was what it felt like to be a ghost, and was glad she believed in an afterlife. She wouldn't want to spend out the rest of eternity wandering a world where all she could do was watch.

Then again, that's all I ever did, isn't it?

She surveyed her surroundings briefly- she was a little towards the back of the circle that had been summoned, and was thankful for that. She noticed she was fully clad and fully 'armed', more or less- she had her white staff, her elven mantle, her full earthen garb and her good hiking shoes. Alma reached up behind her back, and traced a finger through her long blonde hair and to the strand of gleipnir that tied it together. She smiled- that was at least one part of her she could still feel. And she needed it, especially now. It had been too long since she'd been able to touch that skin-soft cloth.

The collected group was in some sort of sanctuary den, Alma guessed, but she could feel the desert breeze outside. Alma groaned inwardly- she hated deserts. Admittedly, she'd only ever been to Zeklaus Desert back on her world, and that was rather mild compared to the hell that was the Bed Desert, but it was still discouraging. She was now out of the safety of Ivalice, cast into whatever scorching tempest awaited her here.

Then she repeated the phrase 'safety of Ivalice', and realized this was probably paradise.

Out of one war, into the next. Alma's mind still reeled from the abrupt pull, and the bizarre nature of this occurence was not lost on her. Pulled out of her world to fight in a war? Pulled out of existence, out of home to take up the blade or the rod? Her own essence rendered obsolete, immaterial by strange beings who were as "gods"? And the strangest notion of all- that she and the other strange people with her each had the 'potential.'

Potential to become a god...that's what that man told me. If I became a god, I wonder...could I restore peace to Ivalice?

God...or, well, Goddess. Alma slapped her forehead- what was with these deities and angels crossing genders so often? Regardless, she did not know if she would accept that potential. No one needed to be a god, they simply needed to be good. Besides...it was an offer she had only heard minutes (hours, days, months?) before.

From her. From...Altima.

That started her thoughts down a dark road, and she shook her head- whether an otherworldly phenomenon or not, she had to thank that man, and those of the 'An'ven' that he was a part of. Wrenching her out of Altima's crushing embrace deserved a thousand thanks. She was acting so strangely...I think they were about to seal me, yes. And the pull interrupted the resurrection...

Alma suddenly went rigid- if it was the resurrection that had been stopped, did that mean the blood of six had already been spilled...?

"No," she whispered, cupping a cold hand to her forehead. "No. I would have seen them die...I think?"

She didn't know. Though, if she were free at the moment, she supposed no one was dead yet...and Altima was not yet revived. There was still time, and she was apart from Altima right now. She could figure out some way to-

eclipse queen of eclipse queen of eclipssse

Alma whirled, her staff coming up in a ready stance. A futile gesture, as her power was not yet restored- by the Lord, she still felt as exhausted as she'd been in the Airship Graveyard. Nonetheless, she had heard the words, and pointed her curative staff at the shadows behind her, her eyes wide and her breath suddenly heavy. "Who...who speaks?"

-clipse eclipse angela pulcherrima...

Silence, then. Alma put down her staff, and then touched her chest. The seconds ticked by, her throat parching and her stomach coursing with a nauseating chill. She grasped her staff, her white knuckles whitening further as she squeezed its holy iron frame. "No, no, no," she said lowly, over and over, "no...no. My imagination..."

It had to be. Those were just echoes, and that was not the voice she dreaded. Alma sighed, reaching up desperately to touch her headband-

Then something tickled her butt.

"OOP!" Alma jumped three inches into the air, her face pumping up like a balloon. As she landed, she turned again, lifting up her staff in another combat stance. "Ack! Fiend! Villain! Stay thy ha-"

It was a fly.

"...oh. Um, sorry, carry on." Alma smoothed out her clothes on instinct rather than reason, tapping her staff against the ground as the fly buzzed through her. It tickled her a bit, and she frowned, waving her hand again in the air. Though technically she was immortal for the time being, she'd heard enough bedtime stories about Death By Tickling to be on her guard.

Everyone was moving out. Alma tapped a finger to her lips, wondering what to do- the desert wouldn't be so bad, if she was immaterial. She was terribly weakened, she hadn't had anything to eat or drink in days and her magic power was still sapped dry. She had to get to her own sanctuary and figure out what to do...

crushing, fluttering wings-

No...that wasn't it. Alma bit her lower lip- she knew what she had to do. She turned, walking towards one of the far walls. If they were in a desert, perhaps she could find some cacti or herbs to mix into healing potions. Better yet, maybe there was some Ether out there, or maybe someone had brought it along.

Because I have to do this. I have to survive and get home, and then my work has only begun. Yes...for this 'tournament', or this 'war' against Naclos, I have to ensure everyone goes home. Everyone. As long as I'm still walking, blood will not stain the earth. And if someone's own temporary immortality is threatened here, I'll have to help.

I swear it...no one will die. No one can die. They all have to live...


Alma slipped through the far wall, taking that vow as deeply as she could. As she passed through, though, she sorely hoped that shadow on the wall, out of the corner of her eye, hadn't flickered.

-

No votes yet, but in true Tenken-style Tactics form, here's a little start-of-round tidbit for you guys. This is, of course, copyright Soujiro Seta. XD

Ability of the Round - Holy Magic! Alma's innate ability as a Cleric of the Glabados Church, it allows her to cast curative and healing magic at reduced magical cost. It is her standard source of power and she will have it all through the tournament- she only starts out with three abilities in it, but a fourth can be unlocked. Like all of her spells, Alma's Holy Magic is always accompanied by a Latin incantation which echoes through the area, which you'll undoubtedly see repeated! The spells are:

MBarrier - the ultimate magic barrier, casting Regen, Protect, Shell, Haste, and Reraise on the recipient.
Deathspell 2 - the ultimate panacea that cures any and all status incapacitations save death.
Wish - a powerful soul-surge between bodies, where Alma pours part of her own life force into someone else's, healing them.


"Virtus in cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam, cave. Cave."

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:25 PM

The Mio Awakura Av

Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

Hey, Hulk! A-VOTE TO THE MOUTH!

HULK SMASH! A-VOTE TO THE KIDNEY!

Ha, let me get into my '97 style, and I'll...huh...I can't feel myself fighting.

BANNER! THIS...IS MY FIGHT!

"Sorry guys, but I need to clear my mind." Bruce had, to the surprise of a few people around him, begun to levitate in the air. Then, he shot a flame out of his mouth. These were new yoga techniques taught by world renowned yoga master Dhalsim, who collected them in a series of books. Bruce Banner happened to come across one while walking around Arizona.

"Will you look at that...Moby is using 'Sim's moves!" Dan Hibiki, the strange, pink karate man who had pestered the Hulk before, was now interested in the scrawny Bruce, who was quietly practicing skills taught by Dhalsim, a street fighter, Hibiki had run across once or twice.

"Moby? Moby's here?" Captain Falcon instantly appeared in front of the meditating, levitating Banner. "I must say, you're a GENIUS! Getting your music into all those car commercials really PAID OFF! Say, speaking of commercials, I hear Pepsi's going to make a car...that, get this...runs on PEPSI! Are you interested in composing a song of two for the campaign? You MUST recognize me as the official...PEPSI SPOKESMAN."

"Excuse me, but, I'm lost. Who is Moby?" politely asked a young girl, who went by the name Alma.

"WHO IS MOBY?! Why, he's a big shot new age musician, that's who he is!"

"And why are flames coming from his mouth? I've never seen wizards cast that ability before."

Why do they think I'm Moby? Bruce wondered to himself.


"MIO PLZ DON'T LEAVE ME!!!"

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:28 PM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

"So, let me see if I have this straight," squeaked Tingle, sitting on the floor next to two of the most gorgeous women he had ever met. "You're Vice, right?"

The woman named Vice nodded.

"And your name is Mature?"

"Yes, that's me," she replied sweetly.

"And you want to have a threesome with me?"

They paused. Vice looked at Mature. They both looked at Tingle in unison.

"Not a possibility," they said together.

Tingle's grin fell. "Well, that isn't very nice, now, is it?" he mumbled to himself. "Looks like they need a little bit of Tingle lovin'."

"Excuse me?" shouted Vice, getting up to her feet.

"I said, it's wonderful to spend time with two lovely ladies," Tingle said, smiling. His hand went down his red underpants to scratch an itch. Vice visably shuddered.

Mature leaned over to Vice. "What the heck were we worried about? The rest of these bozos are obviously pushovers. I'm going to enjoy ripping his beating heart out of his chest."

"That's your specialty. I don't even want to touch him," hissed Vice back.

Tingle got to his feet. "It's been wonderful spending time with you, ladies. However, Tingle must leave now. The great wonders of the faries awaits me!" Tingle got a misty look in his eyes. "However, I wouldn't want to leave without giving you two something to remember me by." Tingle reached out from behind his back and pulled out a box wrapped in beautiful green paper. A pink bow was tied at the top.

"For you," he proclaimed, proudly.

Mature bit her lip. "Why... thank you," she stammered, taking the present in her hands.

"Call me when you need me!" cried Tingle. He took a deep breath.

"Tingle, Tingle,
Kooloo, Limpah!"

A red balloon filled from Tingle's back, lifting the fairy wannabe high into the air. "Remember- whenever you need me!" He floated off into the horizon.

Mature cautiously opened the box. Her hands dove underneath the tissue paper, and she hefted the object out of it. "What is it?" she asked Vice, puzzling at the round, blue object. "Is it a bowling ball?"

"No, see that string?" muttered Vice. "The one coming from that raised end? It's on fire."

"Well, so it is," replied Mature, looking at the lit bomb. "Well, whatever it is, we don't need it." Without thinking, she tossed it over her shoulder and walked off with Vice, looking for more people.

The bomb dropped a little ways away from the duo and slid down a sandy slope. It bumped into the heel of a man, who picked it up, curiously.

--

Dan is now in possession of a lit bomb.

3...

2...

1...

Dan is now in possession of spent dynamite.

What goes around, comes around!

Tingle, 3 A-votes, 1 R-vote, 1 Special.

And it's off to bed for me!

EDIT: Three A-votes, oops.

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Nif Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:41 PM

Junior Member

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

"Bountiful Golden Tri-Pansey"

***Access Denied***

"...It was working only a few minutes ago. Could CC have closed it this soon?" Kite lifted his arm and pointed his fist at the circular town gate. Using his left hand, he pulled the item he received from the virus infected monster he had killed only minutes ago. It was a virus core,a nd a rare virus core at that. He then inserted it into the translucent bracelet, closed his fist and selected the Gate Hacking skill. After doing so, the town distorted and vanished.

Kite let his body dangle as he let the bracelet do its work. It dragged him through the gate, and into the usual transfer subspace, which was black and empty except for the occasional data stream. First left, then right, then straight up, the bracelet dragged Kite around the CC company's defenses and toward the forbidden area. In front of him, Kite could see the entrance gate.

"Almost there." Kite muttered.

But he muttered too soon.

Still using the bracelet to move, Kite felt a slight turbulation. The bracelet began to stop spinning and Kite began to feel himself slowing down. Mere feet away from the gate, the twin blade began to fall straight down. He almost cried out, but he soon got a hold of himself.

It's only a game, after all. Being loud would only wake the folks. Did the CC company know I was here? They couldn't have stopped the bracelet like that.

...What should I do? Resetting the system could only harm my character, and after what happened to Orca, I'd rather not.


Kite began shaking his wrist and selecting the gate hacking skill again. Despite his efforts, however, it wouldn't start. All he could do was wait.

After several minutes of falling in the net, Kite saw a small light below him. "Is it a monster?"

I won't lose here. I'm too close.

Lifting his daggers, he prepared to cut straight through whatever was hiding in the light. Seconds before contact, however, the game's framerate dropped immensely. Surprised by the change in speed, Kite ducked and fell straight forward, dropping him onto ground.

He got up slowly and dusted the sand from his shoulders. "W-where is this?" Kite looked around in shock. He couldn't believe his eyes. "These graphics are amazing..."

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Thirdtwin Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:45 PM

Blade of Vengeance

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: That depends, of course, on where I am

"H...."

His hands were twitching. His heart was pounding. His mind was racing. He panted rapidly, still nearly exhausted from trying to avoid that thing (and failing miserably, he realized in a rather dusty corner of his mind).

"H...h....h-h-h-h...."

His head whipped from left to right, his mind barely able to comprehend that he was somewhere else. Nearly hyperventilating, his eyes wide in their sockets, his whole body arrested with tension, he found himself quite unable to think.

"H-h-h-h-h-ho...ho..."

White panic grasped his mind in a ninjutsu death grip. His eyes blinked once... twice... he took one more furtive glance....

"...holy....ho....ho.... HOLY FUCKING ZEN!!!!!!!"

And with that rousing expletive, he toinged off in a flash, as he zooming off like a squirrel on crack (and accidentally bumping into a couple people). He continued on like this for several moments, blind with fear, until his aching legs simply would not hold him up any more. He collapsed in the desert dust... but strangely, he noticed, very little had been kicked up. What the crap is going on here? How the hell did I get outside? I must've run... well, damn far, but geez...wait a minute, why are people walking THROUGH me? And as the white-hot panic began to set his mind ablaze again, all of a sudden, he heard a voice pierce through his consciousness:

Weren't you listening? You fool! You never pay attention when you need to!

The voice of his master, of course. He never was rid of that voice, even if the man to whom it belonged was long dead. Instantly he felt the familiar rush of emotions--fear, loathing, a dull hatred, the desire to please. Oh, how he hated those feelings, the black weight of them in his stomach... but he shut them away for the moment, listening intently to his master's words.

A ninja must ALWAYS be aware of his surroundings. He must observe and perceive all that occurs about him. If he does not, he has failed, and his life is forfeit--ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?

"Hai, Shisho." he muttered. No one heard.

...very well. It is clear that you are listening. But WERE you listening?

"What do you mean?"

When you were first brought here. Were you paying attention then? Did you scope out the surroundings? Did you pay attention to the words spoken?

"Master, I... I can't..."

Calm yourself, Chipp. Focus. Reach inside yourself, and remember.

"Master... m-m-m-"

I SAID CALM YOURSELF DAMMIT!

Surprisingly enough, this mental kick-in-the-pants actually did help him calm down. He immediately began to slow himself down, taking deeper breaths, closing his eyes, and slowly... slowly... reaching into himself, exhaling the tension...

...and there it was. There he was again, between worlds for a timeless moment, the cold touch of the rain replaced with the searing desert heat. There he was, in that strange room, on that altar, hearing the voice of Daisetsu, talking of wars and spirits and godhood--

--godhood? What the zen?

MENTAL REWIND


quote:
He moved towards the door. "I've told you what you're here for--to aid us in our assualt on Naclos. That's hardly all of it, however. The prophecy states that all of those summoned was chosen because they have potential."

"Potential to do what?" The voice was very small, and it came from a young woman at the back at the crowd. Her eyes were frightened--As they should be... Damn. Gods, forgive me for performing this act.

"The potential... to become a god."


...wow. So if I kick some ass in this thing, I become, like, a Buddha or something?

...something like that....

...well, then, it looks like it's time to kick some ass and go to heaven! Or something.


Chipp left to his feet, kicking up maybe two or three dust particles, and strolled/floated down the sandy streets, unnoticed by many....

---

1 A-Vote to Setsuna
1 A-Vote to Kyosuke
(this from the "bumping into a couple people" part)

Chipp Zanuff R1 Stats:
4 A-votes
4 R-votes
1 Ability


Chipp is in a far corner of the town, but is heading back to the altar room at present.

Note: Chipp is NOT schizophrenic; nor is the dead spirit of his master reaching him beyond the grave. It's more like, a deeper part of his psyche--the part that was listening while he was sitting around thinking about Japanese verb conjugations and proper use of formality--is manifesting as the mental voice of his master. Or something. Forgive this voice if it sounds just like another cliched "ancient martial arts master".


TT

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Amethyst Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:45 PM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

We're here...

Again.

And joined.

From the beginning now.


Amethyst looked down at himself, noting he could see the floor through his foot. Sighing inwardly, he ran a quick stock of his faculties.

Swords, guns, fists... all virtually useless right now. Magic... Might tickle a corporeal being, with Tower maybe giving him a minor sunburn.

This sucks.

Oh, pipe down.


His mind reacted to the flare of magic in the near distance. Figuring it would be unsettling to walk through them, he stepped carefully around a few other ghostly participants and through a wall. He promptly found he was neck-deep in a sand dune. Sighing again, he walked towards the source of the magic, not bothering to conform to the shape of the sand dunes.

He stuck his head through the wall of a building just in time to hear a resigned voice say, "Try it again..." and see a candle explode like a bag of water with a hand grenade in it. He was not in time to dodge the large blob of wax that slammed directly through his face, leaving a vaguely face-shaped splat on the wall.

Amethyst blinked and looked at the rather sheepish mage who was staring at him through a wax-splattered face shield. Amethyst smiled and stepped the rest of the way through the wall. "You appear to be having a little problem with control."

A grumpy woman in slightly scorched robes stood up from behind an upturned table. "Him and 80 percent of the students in this academy! He's pracitcally the worst, though. Most of the other students have at least gone on to blowing up bigger things. Aravan here's still on the candle cantrip."

Amethst looked at the younger mage. "Aravan, is it? Let's see... You have enough raw talent, you could be great... It's just control. Here, show me what you were doing." He pointedly ignored the teacher diving behind the table again. Aravan raised his hand, fingers spread wide.

"Stop."

Aravan looked at Amethyst, puzzled. The purple-clad mage pointed at the outstretched hand. "Is that the standard form?"

"N-no, I'm just aiming..."

"Ah." Amethyst smiled. "There's your problem. You're setting the dispersal too wide. Your mind interprets the spread hand as the need for a wide blast of spell energy. Try pointing. Line your finger right up with the wick of the candle, then cast."

Shrugging, Aravan adjusted his robes, shifted his feet, lowered the faceshield again, and pointed at the remaining candle on the table. With his other hand, he made a twisting gesture.

The candle wick glowed orange...

Then red...

Then white-hot...

And then burst into flame, flaring up for a moment before settling down into soft, gentle combustion.

Amethyst broke into a wide grin. "Wonderful! Keep practicing and you won't even need to point. Remember," he poked one finger through the young mage's head, "It's all in the mind." He pulled his finger back out and looked at it quizically. "Boy, that felt weird. Sorry, just meant to tap you on the forehead."

He walked casually past the dumbstruck teacher, leaned in, and whispered, "You might want to work on his range a bit..." He pointed surreptitiously at the wall behind the candle, where a small trickle of molten glass was oozing down the sandy wall.

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:56 PM

The Mio Awakura Av

Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

So, how long do we stay like this?

Until he's done with his Yoga.

Geez. ...Let's say we pass the time. You and I can't move, but, we can still play a game, right?

Hulk enjoys "Guess the Celebrity" when Banner is bored and plays along.

...yeah, let's do that. "Who am I?" Kyo said in his best Mike Tyson voice.

Hulk says...you are...Donald Duck.

...Donald. Donald FUCKING DUCK?! YOU HAVE TO GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!

"I'm sorry, but I'm not Moby. I just look like him." Bruce explained to the disappointed Captain Falcon.

"Aw...geez. ... Do you at least have any commercial connections?"

"Well, um, I used to do a few spots for Hostess snacks."

"Better than nothing I guess. But time is money, and you're not worth one or the other! No offence of course!" Falcon dashed away, remembering to chuck a Pepsi button pin at Bruce's general direction.

"Who was that guy?..." Bruce decided to get friendly and walk around and look at some of the people in this party of odd people. And he stood directly in front of an odd man, with a tan complexion and white hair which didn't suit his young age.

HEY, BRUCE! STOP RIGHT THERE!

Huh?

THAT GUY...HE'S LIKE ME! HE'S K'!

Well, um, great.

"Say, a source of mine tells me your familiar with a Kyo Kusanagi fellow. ..."

"Kyo? That FAKER?"

FAKER?! FAKER?! ME A FAKER?! I'M KYO KUSANAGI DAMMIT!

No, you're just his personality. Oh, I know now: you are ... Richard Simmon!

Oh, you SHUT THE HELL UP YOU GREEN GIMP!

"So I take it you're not friendly with the fellow."

"Why'd you ask Mr...Moby? Are you Moby?"

"Sorry, we just have the same barber. Anyway, can you tell me all about this Kyo? I'm not familiar with him."

"Other than he's a braggart loud-ass with an insatiable thirst for getting beat down? Well, he was the leader of Team Japan for a few years in the King of Fighters' tournament. But if you had to ask that, I'm guessing you're not from the same world as we are. That's not surpising. Look at all these freaks." K' spat at the dusty ground.

LET ME A-VOTE THAT BITCH IN THE LIP, RIGHT NOW!

R-Vote.

"I get what you mean." Bruce took one more look at the mass of strangers in this desert land. "Anyway, I'll be off. Good luck figuring this mess out."

"...you too."


"MIO PLZ DON'T LEAVE ME!!!"

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Lantis Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:58 PM

Death roams next door

Registered: Mar 2001
Location: Between hell and a world filled with grief. Take your pick

Setsuna cleaned the blood from his mouth at Chipp's attack. He gazed at the red smear on his hand, and suddenly broke into maniacal laughter.

"You think this is enough to do something against me, you fly? You will pay for your senseless raging attack!"

Setsuna grabbed Chipp by the back of his shirt as he was turning away, but Chipp reveresed by trapping Setsuna in an armlock, and flipping him over his shoulder. Sestuna landed on his feet, and responded quickly by kicking Chipp in the stomach, and smacking his chin with the hilt of his sword.

"Here's a little taste of something...."

Setsuna swiped his sword once upwards, crossing Chipp's chest, smashed him in the face with a backfist, and ended with a double-cross slash that ragged Chipp's body mail. Setsuna finished it off with an electrified slash to the ribs that sent Chipp flying towards the crowd. Setsuna sneered, and was about to sheet his sword when suddenly he was bumped into by the little elf Tingle, who obviously wasn't paying attention to his path.

"OW! Sorry there, kind sir! I think I'll go on my way...."

"Yes, indeed...to hell, twit!"

Setsuna grabbed the midget by the head, and began to channel electricity through his skull. Setsuna grinned as the little twerp twitched in pain, and Setsuna finally finished him off by crashing him against the floor head first.

"So...you dare cheat death? I think not!"

1 A-Vote to Chipp
1 A-Vote to Tingle


Want to take me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain to assimilate your stupidity.

*First Champion of SRK Survivor Tournament - Character: Rock Howard
*6th place in SRK Survivor Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro
*6th place in SRK Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik

She once believed in every story he had to tell.
One day she differed, took the other side.
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails.
He who forgets will be destined to remember.

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Switchblade Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:04 PM

Road Warrior

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: In your fridge, behind the mayo

“That little green bastard tried to hurt us.” Vice growled. “He’s dead. Soooo dead.” The brunette carefully locked her eyes on the little green-clad man who was currently floating away from them.

“Please,” Mature said, “Allow me.” Smiling joyfully Mature swept a hand quickly through the air, creating a fierce wind sheer which quickly sliced through Tingle’s balloon, popping it instantly and sending the would-be fairy plummeting to the ground. “Mmm,” she moaned as she heard the unmistakable thump of Tingle crashing into the ground. “Oh this is going to be fun…”

“Hmph,” Vice snorted walking past her partner towards the door. “Next one’s mine.”

A-Vote to Tingle

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:10 PM

The Mio Awakura Av

Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

Bruce heard a fight occuring behind him; and his little elf comrade had been hit in the crossfire.

"The hell is going on?"

"Good sir, that man with the white hair...what a FIEND!"

"I forgot to thank you for the Game Boy Advance."

"Don't mention it." Tingle scurried away. Bruce walked behind Setsuna, who was in the middle of fierce combat.

"I don't appreciate what you did to that guy back there."

"...I've been playing God lately. You see, He shouldn't have to kill His people himself." Setsuna slashed at Banner.

But Banner was not there. He was replaced by the Savage Hulk, and the flesh wound caused by Setsuna's blade healed within seconds.

"We don't see you killing us soon." Hulk rocket punched Setsuna, and sent him flying.

"Nice." said Chipp.

A-Vote! Setsuna!
R-Vote! Chipp!

EDIT!

R-Vote Chipp deleted!
R-Vote Tingle!

"Sorry Chipp. We just thought Tingle needed it more."


"MIO PLZ DON'T LEAVE ME!!!"

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The Damned Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:11 PM

Unorthodox Uber-Bitch

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

King
Chapter 1: An Illusion of Self
Section 1


Ugh. Where am I? The 60s?

King's head swam as she finally regained the slow, but sure, capacity to once again form coherent thoughts and images. However, she didn't like what she saw when her vision stopped blurring, as everything was a horrific panoply of psychedelic, swirling colors. Even worse, she saw that she could see through herself.

So these are what hangovers are like? All this because of that little brat?

King sighed. While she was didn't quite understand what was going, she was simply too
jaded from both tonight's--If it's even the same day--events and the journey itself. Combined with the six plus drinks she had, or that she at least thought she did, King would have been content with laying down and going to sleep now. And King would have, had she not already been laying down and had she not been able to see through her eyelids.

Ah. This takes Hollow Man to a whole new level of understanding.

She lay there, not even aware of her surrounding until about two minutes later. That's when she heard it.

"I've told you what you're here for--to aid us in our assault on Naclos. That's hardly all of it, however. The prophecy states that all of those summoned was chosen because they have potential," a manly, disembodied voice said.

"Potential to do what?" A familiar voice inquired. Rydia's.

So the little brat is also here. Must be her doing. Even if isn't, wouldn't hurt to beat the answer of... King's thoughts were interrupted by the manly voice's reply.

"The potential... to become a god."

The potential? To become a god? Or goddess, as is my case? This is entirely too absurd to be real. I'm really going to enjoy getting my hand on Rydia when I get up from here.

The man's voice continued to drone on about something about transcending diets, she couldn't really tell as she attempted to blank her mind as much as possibly in an effort to gather up her missing ki. Once she had muster up enough ki, she rolled over, or rather, floated over on to her front, careful not to press her breasts against the floor, and then came up on one knee. This was then followed by another knee. King then gathered a bit more ki and finally stood up, in all her pseudo-androgynous pride. It was then that she realized the other people, or more correctly, to the fact that some of these... entities weren't exactly human looking, other shapes. It was the first time that she was spoken to.

"...Hey, you in the bartender get up! Are you related to Marcy D'arcy off of Married with Children? Ha ha, YAHOOIE!" She turned to see the speaker, a middle-aged Asian man wearing pink... who, though she didn't want to admit, looked slightly similar to Ryo. He was standing in front of some green juggernaut.

So androgyny attracts androgyny. She mentally mused as the man's attention soon turned towards a pair of women openly kissing and groping each other. And through she heard an emphatic "WOOT!" come from the pink man, she was now as frozen as the Hulk, with a stare just as blank.

This... this is impossible. I witnessed their slaughter by Yagami years ago. And yet... no. King's brain almost shut down as she attempted to stop it from jumping the unfathomable conclusions, ones that she could not sanely comprehend. And yet she would have to, as her body would not allow her spin away from the sight of the blonde and brunette Orochi couple.

"Vice and Mature..." King whispered quietly herself. "You're supposed to be dead."


If the good die young, then I'm effectively immortal.

Hyperion: "Stop the asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your head."

Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat me."
Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles heel!"
Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel. I cannot be stopped."

Opposite attract only because men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.

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Just Some Guy Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:13 PM

Superhero Sellout

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: a place where you are not

Captain's Log. 4-18-03. 11:12 PM
Sponsored by DVD Entertainment


After that unsuccessful flirting attempt with Testament and making himself look like a complete fool in front of Bruce Banner, Falcon was left to piece together his fragile life. Then he remembered that he gets $50 for plugging Nintendo products, so he decided to do that instead. Looking for potential victims, errr... customers, it seems he came across a young one.

'Hmmm... It seems I have come across a young one. Teenage, male, the perfect person to market Nintendo to. But first, I must establish myself.'

With that thought in mind, the greatest super hero that ever lived jumped in front of the boy, and struck a Ginyu Force style pose. 'Hello, my friend. Would you like an autograph?'

'...aren't you that guy from Super Smash Brothers?'

'Why yes. Yes I am. I was also in the F-Zero games, and in three movies, to be exact. All while managing to save the world several times over! I am... The one and only... the GREAT... CAPTAIN! FALCOOOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!'

The boy gave him a blank, empty stare. Astonished at the ego of Captain Falcon.

'Hmm... It seems he is astonished at the ***zage of Captain Falcon. No surprise. Everyone else is.'

The boy didn't even have to ask, Falcon instinctively knew that he wanted an autograph, and the sellout was more than happy to comply. The kid spoke.

'Umm... thanks... Weirdo. Anyway, my name is Jason Guy Soe, and I see you have a Nintendo logo on your leg. You a spokesman for them or something?'

'Why yes, I am. Would you like one of their products? I don't mind at all, cause I'm just that good.'

'Umm... if it's not too much trouble, you wouldn't just-so-happen to have a GBA, would you? If it's not a bother I mean.'

Falcon pulled out his bag from the anime hammer space it is held in. 'Why yes, I do have a Game Boy Advance in my gigantic bag of endorsment products, made by Sears. Let me look for your Game Boy Advance. Ah, here it is. I hope you enjoy your Game Boy Advance.'

'Why mention it so many times? It's not like I don't know what you're giving me...'

'You wouldn't understand, because like everyone else, you don't have the utter mental prowess of the great Captain Falcon!'

'...Right...'

Falcon walked off, continuing his quest, the entire time thinking to himself. '[i]Hmmm... let's see, Sears once, and Game Boy advance three times, that's $180 dollars if I'm not mistaken, which I never am.'

Falcon blissfully walked out of the building, Jason took his autograph and used it to blow his nose with.
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1 R-Vote to Jason, yeah, the GBA is just that good.
1 Plug-Vote to Sears.
3 Plug-Votes to Nintendo.

with all this thinking, I think it's safe to say that Falcon is completely FOCUSed on the task at hand.

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:18 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Hisame Shizumaru - 1:2

Setsuna-san... Shizumaru glanced back cautiously at the man who had approached him. His eyes surveyed him carefully - though, certainly Japanese, the clothing seemed drastically different - and Setsuna's eyes flicked back towards him again, shooting a bullet of fright into him.

Masaka - !! he shuddered. How did I not sense him myself? Setsuna-san... he is a demon as well, and I did not feel his prescence...? Peculiar...

Before turning away, Shizumaru caught another glimpse of Setsuna, who had a satisfied smile on his face, and was eyeing him with a sort of hunger - it terrified him, and he fell back through the wall, desperate to get away from him. It was undoubtedly one of the more unique experiences he'd had, to simply glide along, wistfully, through solid wall, right into girls -

- right into girls?

"G - gomen nasai!" Shizumaru's face flared a bright red. "I apologize - I did not see you before me..."

"Oh! No, no, it's my fault completely," the girl brushed back a lock of honey-blonde hair behind her ear, and laughed nervously. "I should've moved out of the way - "

"We both entered at the same time, I believe," Shizumaru smiled faintly. "Daijoubu desu ka?"

"I'm alright," she got on her feet and instinctively brushed herself off. "But... thank you for asking."

Shizumaru looked at her for a moment - a long cape, simple dress, hair tied in place with a scarlet ribbon - and, after hesitating a moment, chanced fate and stole a look into her eyes. If I could not sense Setsuna straight away, then I cannot be sure of every person I come across -

The moment was tense, until Shizumaru brought his eyes away from hers. This girl is no demon. Instead, he looked down at his chest briefly, clutching his collar together even tighter to hide the glow - but it did not stop his heart from its frenzied pounding that Setsuna had left him with. With another glance at the girl for just a mere moment, he bowed swiftly and was about to turn away -

"My name is Alma Beoulve. What's yours...?"

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Using FOCUS, yo. :E

A-vote to Setsuna (ohh, you could've made Shizu cry T___T)

R-vote to Alma (ahh, Shizu can sense demons, but not angels )


a lonely soul ____________________ moonlit skies
speaker of silence ________________ candlelit town
footsteps in the night _____________ eyes cast in gloom
utter reliance ____________________ a saddened frown

sweet serenity __________________ shielded by innocence
waits to be broken _______________ hidden by beauty
its mouth aghast ________________ the demon sleeps within
a demon hath spoken ____________ destroying naievte

~ hisame shizumaru, survivor x - oboeru mo ~

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Slipstream Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:32 PM

Maester of Monsters

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard Within My Mind

Yuri Hyuga I - Meet the Wildlife

In his ten years as a monster hunter and wanderer, Yuri Hyuga had visited most of the climates of his world. From the harsh icelands of northern Russia to the low plains of China, from the mountains of India to the forests of Mongolia, he's seen most of what the world had to offer. True, he hadn't always liked what he'd seen or had time to stop and enjoy the scenery, but at least he was vaguely familiar with them.

However, this was his first encounter with desert and he wasn't enjoying it in the slightest.

"Aaaaaaggkkh.... sppppt!" he spat, hawking up a ball of spit and aiming at a narked-off scorpion who was scuttling across the floor and trying to cut through his steel-lined boots. The point of this spitting was trying to get rid of the sand that continually deposited itself in his mouth, as well as trying to relieve a little tension.

Why in the hells did their not-entirely-stable hosts have to drag them all off to a place like this, instead of somewhere vaguely interesting? Dangerous, fine. Dark, fine. Depressing, fine. But this place was so boring! There wasn't really anything to do or look at unless you liked sand, and Yuri's opinion of the bitter yellow stuff wasn't that high to start with. Sighing, Yuri folded his arms and looked around for anything - anything - to do.

Meanwhile the scorpion, apparently ignoring Yuri's constant attempts to drive it off with target practice, worked its way through a side seam.

"Hmmm... I guess I ought to see who else got roped into this mess," he murmured under his breath, watching some of the other contestants. Maybe some of them didn't know what they were letting themselves in for - not that they'd had any more choice in being dragged here than he had, o'course, but at least he had some idea of what godliness -

Pain happened.

"Owwwww!! LET GO, you little Vanderikt!" Yuri screamed at the scorpion, flailing around with his foot as the arachnid (or whatever species the stupid thing was) hung on with one large claw wedged into the Russian's boot. He got several strange looks from passerbys as he apparently danced like a loon in the middle of the street, then finally sent the thing flying with a mighty heave as gravity got the better of it.

"Hah! You're going to pay for that," he shouted, regaining his footing then running after the scorpion, which had hit a wall and rebounded off onto the floor. It wasn't moving and he intended to make that a permanent condition, and Yuri leapt with both feet and a yell to come down hard on the scorpion's back.

There was a distinct lack of a crunching noise. There was also a distinct lack of solid ground beneath his feet.

Yuri's eyes widened. "No way..."

The thing was actually alive, intact, and sitting quite happily under his heavy boots with his full weight balanced on top. For a moment Yuri stood in shock like a circus balancing act, then stumbled backwards as the scorpion hooked its claws into the ground and dragged itself forwards a little. Aside from a very minor dent in its black shell, it didn't seem in the slightest bit damaged.

"Yeesh... this is weird," Yuri muttered as the slightly bemused scorpion wandered off. "They can hurt us, but we can't hurt them?" Shaking his head, even if the location was drab as anything, the occupants could be prove to be a bit more interesting.


People like you. People who plan out every little detail of their lives.

You could never understand me.

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MageusBlack Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:33 PM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Maya Amano 1:2

The view was pleasant. The smell was awful. These thought were what filled Maya’s head. The place was a desert, or more correctly, a desert city. The populous made no recognition that she existed as she passed by, and through, them. She was unaware of where she walked, and what she stepped through. She was caught in awe. She was a stranger to a strange place, but did not feel the least bit afraid, which was most likely due to the fact that there was nothing to be afraid of.

It took her a moment to realize that she had no clue where she was, or how to get back to the place she started. Frowning in thought, she looked around to see how she could get back. She couldn’t ask the people here for directions, as they didn’t exist on the same plane as her. No, she’d have to find someone who was also a ‘contestant’ of this ‘tournament’.

Around her was nothing but emptiness and a large building. She took a slow walk towards it. The door was opened, and out walked a man dressed in the most peculiar attire. He wore a blue skintight suit, maybe spandex, with banana yellow gloves and boots. He wore a red helmet which covered his eyes. He looked human, and walked in a cocky and proud fashion.

Maya eyes widened when she saw him, and she burst out in laughter.


"My name is Maia, of Subaru sparkling in the heavenly dome. I support the holy moon, and pray on your behalf..."

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Lantis Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:34 PM

Death roams next door

Registered: Mar 2001
Location: Between hell and a world filled with grief. Take your pick

Setsuna crossed his arms and gazed at a window, staring at the barren desert ahead of him. Setsuna thought it was funny that he had been taken to such a faraway place like this, in the middle of nowhere. Setsuna was then approached by some man dressed in blue and wearing a red helmet. He constantly began to shove a GBA in his face.

"Hey, dude, don't look so grim! I bet what you need is some fun...PORTABLE fun! And I have the perfect chance for you! I'll even throw in some Pokemon shit and a free Pepsi to go with it!"

Setsuna did not even flinch.

"So...you're a picky one, eh? How 'bout if I give you probably some Yugi-Oh cards to go with it?"

Setsuna grabbed Captain Falcon by the neck, and pulled him near him.

"If you appreciate your miserable existence...get the hell out of my face...your pathetic life is starting to steal away my air!"

Setsuna stabbed Falcon in the shoulder with his sword, hoisted him high, and dangled him out of the window.

"I hope that contraption of yours can also make for safe landings!"

Having said that, Setsuna flashed his sword with a streak of lightning, that sent Falcon flying away down to the busy streets below. Setsuna made a sneer, and turned around, to face 2 classy secretaries gazing at him. They both had sly grins in their faces. One was blond...wearing a white-gray dress. The other lady dressed in the exact same dress type, black-red this time, and had short brown hair.

"Nice show there, handsome boy..." whispered Mature.

"And you are...?"

"We make the questions around here, swordsman!", Vice roared.

Setsuna gave Vice a grim staredown.

"I sincerely hope those aren't your daily manners, lady. Watch your tongue...as it can be easily your downfall...."

Vice made an unpleasant smirk at Setsuna.

"Now, now Vice...don't scare our new friend here. We just wanted to reafirm our praisal of your abilities, dark one. Now, if you don't mind...."

Mature bowed, and left. Vice spit at Setsuna's feet. Setsuna just gloated.

1 A-Vote to Falcon


Want to take me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain to assimilate your stupidity.

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She once believed in every story he had to tell.
One day she differed, took the other side.
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails.
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Luna Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:43 PM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

Channeru sugu ni kaechau mitai ni ne,
Me no mai no riaru kara nigeteta....


Save another goddamn world.

The potential to become a god.

Noncorporeal.

Right.

"....I need a drink," Opera muttered to no one in particular. "Badly."

Luckily, her bag, and even more importantly, her energy rifle, the Kaleidoscope, had been brought with her. At least the dimbulbs who'd brought her here had THAT much decency, to provide her with a means of defending herself. And of getting pleasantly drunk right now.

Hell, if I didn't know better, I'd say I was already drunk, and this whole thing was just the result of me accidentally swilling some of that horrible Sambai 'tea' Noel made. Shit. The guy may be good with animals, but can't brew any decent liquor for the life of him. Note to self: never, EVER let him near our grain supplies again. Leave that to me or Ern....hell, even Dias isn't half bad, though he never bothers to taste any. You'd think with a past like that....but, eh. To each their own....and where the fuck is MY Ishidaya 'tea' that I brewed a couple hours ago, before going to bed? And attempting to sleep, which was ever so rudely interrupted by this sudden transport....ah! There we go!

Locating the familiar teal bottle amidst the large, varied and horribly disorganized inventory that was contained in her bag, Opera frantically uncorked it and downed half its contents in one go.

Thank heavens we restocked our ingredient supplies in Central City before heading to L'Aqua. With that and whatever food we have in here, at least I won't starve to death. Heh. Frankly, that's probably the last of my worries. Damn you, Daisetsu, whoever the hell you are. Of all the times you could dragged me away....I'm needed elsewhere, you shithead! The entire universe is at stake here, I belong with the rest of the people trying to save it! With Ern....

....

If your enemies don't kill you, Daisetsu, I'll finish the fucking job myself.


Downing the rest of the Ishidaya 'tea', Opera flung the empty bottle at the wall, then stormed out of the room, her heels for once making no sound on the cold floor.


Go to the light
Kuyashisa mo zenbu kizameru tsuyosa o daite
Ikutsu no yo ake mo koeteku
Watashi to iu arika mitsukeru tame....

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Amethyst Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:50 PM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

A few minutes later...

Amethyst stood at the peak of a sand dune, listening to the soft sounds of the desert. In actuality, the soles of his shoes were about a centimeter below the surface of the sand. He stood, eyes closed, listening. His eyes opened a moment before a voice behind him spoke.

"...Out of my way."

A light smirk spread across Amethyst's lips. "Why?"

"You are in my way."

"There is full twenty feet on either side of me. If you wish to pass, all you must do is walk 3 feet to the left or right."

"Do you not know who you are speaking to?"

"No. Why should I?"

"Then know that it is Setsuna who slays you where you stand."

A blade hissed through the air behind Amethyst, aimed in a skull-cleaving blow. As the sword neared his head, Amethyst dropped into the sand, causing the dark spirit to overbalance slightly.

Setsuna recovered quickly, looking around for the mage. A tap on his shoulder spun him around in time to see a shadow drop behind a sandy dwelling. He raised his sword to attack...

And Amethyst rose from the sand behind him with a soft hiss of falling silica, lips working in silent evocation, hands outstretched.

"Flash Sphere..."

An irresistable force lifted Setsuna and flung him through a nearby sand dune.

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A-vote to Setsuna

Lantis, you are not omniscient. You are not omnipotent. And I fervently hope you are not TranceGredge. Either way, it's annoying. I would like to ask you to limit yourself to in-character knowledge at least. It helps the believability of the story. While it is possible you could discern people's names instantly upon meeting them, I find it incredibly unlikely that they will know yours, I don't think they'd automatically get out of your way just because you're a badass in your home game, and I'm pretty sure they'll fight back while you attack. That's my opinion, but from the reactions I'm seeing, other people feel about the same way.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:03 AM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

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"Dammit, stuck in hellhole-city again."

Kalten glared moodily at the people he'd agreed to assist Daisetsu in summoning, mostly out of obligation to the Wind An'ven; that bastard must have some friends in high places for them to be on such good terms with the Nation of the Flame. Now, the fool's idiocy had done little much but spawn more idiots.

Fuck, I hate that guy. So damned idealistic, even though he doesn't have a clue what he's getting himself into.

He'd listened to that 'speech' Daisetsu had made earlier, and it'd been weeks since he'd heard something so blasted awful. If anything, it likely confirmed in those people's minds that they had gone nuts.What's with him? You don't APOLOGIZE when you speak to a group of people... Why the fuck did I have to get stuck with him?

The sun beat relentlessly down on the irritated archer's exposed neck, face, and arms, sucessfully superheating the rest of his clothing, and irritating him further. Does he honestly believe in that prophecy bullshit? The only use I see in these guys is front-line fodder when we smash Naclos open. They'll regenerate anyway, so why the hell not?

He sighed as he looked at the tiny sand village from atop the Academy building. "So miserable... Would Kyon'en have been as strong as Soujo'en if they'd gotten their true land after the Exodus?"

His annoyed mood fading temporarily, Kalten jumped down from the rooftop--a good 4 stories up--and landed on the ground, not missing a beat as he walked forwards.

Being bored's no good. The sooner I take my mind off things, the sooner we'll be out of here...

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Kalten is available for interaction.

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Lantis Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:10 AM

Death roams next door

Registered: Mar 2001
Location: Between hell and a world filled with grief. Take your pick

quote:
Originally posted by Amethyst
Lantis, you are not omniscient. You are not omnipotent. And I fervently hope you are not TranceGredge. Either way, it's annoying. I would like to ask you to limit yourself to in-character knowledge at least. It helps the believability of the story. While it is possible you could discern people's names instantly upon meeting them, I find it incredibly unlikely that they will know yours, I don't think they'd automatically get out of your way just because you're a badass in your home game, and I'm pretty sure they'll fight back while you attack. That's my opinion, but from the reactions I'm seeing, other people feel about the same way.


Geez, man, calm the shit down. What is so wrong by acting within the character's personality attributes? Have you even played Last Blade 2? If not, shut the fuck up. What would you expect from a guy who has nothing more than hatred for every single living being in the world? Because that is what Setsuna feels...he is an embodiment of dead souls, for crying out loud. And I'm just trying to interact with other characters' as best as possible. It's not like I go and beat the shit out of everybody (as you may have noticed). I have done the same shit for the past 2 Survivors, what makes this any different? Just because the character is a badass, doesn't mean you have to whine about it.


Want to take me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain to assimilate your stupidity.

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*6th place in SRK Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik

She once believed in every story he had to tell.
One day she differed, took the other side.
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
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