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Forum Games / Re: The ^, <, V Game!

« on: September 12, 2009, 12:03:01 AM »

^ JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Fullmetal Alchemist, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann.

< And some others.

V Hmmmmm?

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Forum Games / Re: Comment on the Previous Signature.

« on: September 11, 2009, 11:53:50 PM »

"Math? That's what we're learning about, right, ma'am?

...

Right?"

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Fan Creations / Re: The Super Groovey Thread of Stuff - now featuring RPM Fortress stories!

« on: September 11, 2009, 11:52:26 PM »

Hero

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Let's all play a game
A game of pretend
Pretend that you're falling
Pretend you're at your end

Pretend that I helped you
Imagine I took your hand
Pretend I amounted to something
Here I am, here I stand

What measure is it to be a hero?
When everyone else
Tries to bring you down
I'll stand up, be counted
I'll be a hero
I'll save you
I'll be your hero
I'll save you

Let's all play a game
A game of chance
A deck of cards, neatly shuffled
While they watch you dance

Like a puppet, a wooden doll
Tethered on a string
Dance, puppet, dance
Dance, dance, and sing

What measure is it to be a hero?
When everyone else
Tries to bring you down
I'll stand up, be counted
I'll be a hero
I'll save you
I'll be your hero
I'll save you

Let's all play a game
The game where things
Fall down
And the house of cards
Topples
No smile from fortune
You can't even pretend
When the masks breaks

You've shamed us!
Liar
You've shamed us!
Bastard
You've shamed us!
Whore
You've shamed us!
Monster
You've shamed us!
You're no hero

What measure is it to be a hero?
When everyone else
Tries to bring you down
I'll stand up, be counted
I'll be a hero
I'll save you
I'll be your hero
I'll save you

Break out
Break free
Cut the strings
Don't play their game
Any more
Break the rules
Break the game
Walk away
Let me be your hero

What measure is it to be a hero?
When everyone else
Tries to bring you down
I'll stand up, be counted
I'll be a hero
I'll save you
I'll be your hero
I'll save you

I'm your hero now

Honestly, does anyone even like this poetry stuff anymore?

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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"

« on: September 11, 2009, 11:22:01 PM »

Cartoonish style yeah! There is a tutorial about how to make your own style. Here's the link: http://imaginetheending.deviantart.com/art/How-To-Draw-Your-Own-Style-84102870

Cool stuff. n_n I'll look into that, seems very helpful.

What's kind of funny, though, is that my style has "regressed" as much as it has "evolved". When I was younger, I used to draw all of my characters in  a very cartoonish way: round heads, funny googly eyes, lack of detail and facial features, and proportions that weren't too different from a stick figure. Then I went through a sort of "realism" phase, wherein my drawings had more realistic proportions and were heavily influenced by anime. Then, somewhat recently, I was doodling one of my characters - I drew him in a very stylised, warped, skewed style. And I thought, "Hey, I really like this style." So I doodled another few characters like that - even a very evil, dark character - and found it was easier and a little more fun than trying to draw proper proportions. So I chose a compromise: a wacky, cartoonish style that has a noticeable anime/manga-ish influence. This works especially well for some of my characters, e.g. Skullivan, who's meant to be a tall, skinny, Tim Burton-esque fellow.

That explanation took longer than I thought it would. Still, I think it's interesting to look at other peoples' styles, even - hell, especially - some of the people here at RPM. There's some awesome artists here.

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Entertainment / Re: What are you listening to?

« on: September 11, 2009, 10:01:57 PM »

The Offspring - "Spare Me The Details"

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Off The Wall / Re: The 'How Was Your Day' Thread

« on: September 11, 2009, 09:59:56 PM »

Pretty normal. I ate a piece of paper in Irish class for a chuckle. Got a good reaction from the girl in front of me.

My throat was dry and scratchy for a couple of hours afterwards, though. I don't reccomend eating paper.

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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"

« on: September 11, 2009, 09:54:28 PM »

"*sigh* Its hard to make your own style."

True that, but I also think it's quite fun. Recently, my style has taken a turn for the warped, with bizarre, often exaggerated features, bendy limbs and cartoonish proportions. It fits better with my penchant for silliness.

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: September 10, 2009, 10:30:49 PM »

Aeon glanced at Nick, who had tears flowing down his face and a smile on his face.

"You wimp."

"Tender tears, Aeon," said Nick, "Guys can cry too...guys can cry too."

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Fan Creations / Re: The Super Groovey Thread of Stuff - now featuring RPM Fortress stories!

« on: September 10, 2009, 10:25:32 PM »

I don't know how many people are actually going to bother reading this, but I'm gonna post it anyway to get opinions on it. This is the story I believe I've mentioned before, which I've had on the backburner for a while. I hope to actually complete this and, if possible, have it be a novel-length story.

The very, very basic summary of the plot: it's an adventure/Western set in a fantasy world that's very similar to the Old West, following Eli Faust, a gunslinger who's searching for a stranger he has a violent vengeance against. He's joined by a mechanic-savvy teenage girl and a badass priest with a big gun, on his quest to slay the remaining members of a corrupt Sacred Order and take his revenge. Religious symbolism, bloody gunfights, Knight Templar-esque mysteries, what it is to be an outsider and the ethics of killing for a purpose are all central themes.

But you get to read chapter two. Why? I don't really know. It's just a random taster.

Also: if you're reading this, PLEASE post your opinion or any comments you may have. I'd love to hear what you think.

Enjoy.

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Belief and spirituality were essential to the Gunman order. Almost every Gunman, it seemed, held belief in God; and those that did not hold such beliefs at least kept their tongues still. The people who lived in Alveria believed in a monotheistic religion, where there was only one God. Nobody knew of His name, but nevertheless, it was preached by priests and cardinals the land over that He was watching over them all and that He was a benevolent deity who would ensure prosperity befell those that worshippd him. The "work of God" was very important to the order, who believed they recieved their titles and abilities from some form of divine Greater Being.

But religion is a fickle thing, and not everybody believed in it in the same way as the order did. Sometimes, it seemed, God liked to play with the affairs of mortal men.

---

It was the dead of night, mere moments after the clocks chimed midnight. The sky, a dark ink-blue ocean, was speckled with thousands of tiny white stars; and the moon, a glistening silver crescent, hung serenely above the town. Ordinarily, it would have been a splendid image.

But not tonight. For tonight, the entire town was blazing.

Buildings, once tall and proud, were engulfed in a sea of crimson flames. Thick plumes of coal-grey smoke rose from the burning buildings, choking the night sky. The great blaze consumed anything it touched, razing entire settlements to the ground. It was a terrifiying sight to behold, the town bathed in a terrible - yet somehow maliciously glorious - inferno.

Upon a hill overlooking the burning town, there stood a horse - a powerful mare, black as night, with eyes like blood-stained rubies. Seated on the beast, admiring the spectacle, was a figure draped in a dark cloak and hat. In the shade of the midnight air, it was virtually impossible to distinguish his features.

"That's right, boys," spoke the dark man, addressing a group of creatures hiking slowly up the hill; they resembled humans, but their mottled flesh, partially-exposed vertebrae, gnarled talons, fang-filled jaws and abundance of glaring eyes suggested they were anything but human beings. Each of them led a portion of the townsfolk, whom were in chains - some of them were being dragged along the path, the grim bodily wounds implying they had resisted and been killed by these monsters. The shadowy man was pleased with his handiwork.

"Good job, boys. Good job." He took a look at the imprisoned townsfolk, and then the burning city. "Such a pity. I gave them a chance to surrender, but I suppose some people prefer things the hard way."

His job here was done. Lashing his steed's golden reins, he galloped off into the night. The blazing town, now beginning to smoulder, faded from view...

---

It was quiet here. The walls, made from thousands of cool grey blocks, must have reached up about at least fifty feet. Likewise, the floor was of great length, with rows of beechwood pews and a narrow red carpet trailing its way between them, leading up to the altar at the head of the church. Above the altar, and all along the walls, were magnificent stained glass windows. Not a sound could be heard. It was a peaceful place.

Eli was, by no account, a spiritual man. And yet here he was, seated on one of the front-most pews, a cigarillo held in his mouth. His gaze was fixed on the stained glass portrait in front of him, the very focal point of the church. It was a depiction of a large golden cross, surrounded by a chorus of angels. It made him think...

"Mr. Faust? Is that you, Eli?"

The voice was the first noise to be heard in a long time. Footsteps echoed through the grand, hollow building, coming from the priest slowly strolling down the hall.

"And if it is?" Eli responded, not even turning to look.

"I just didn't expect to meet you here, that's all." Father Maxwell, the parish priest, approached Eli softly. He looked at the cigarillo being smoked, but said nothing. "And what brings you here, young man?"

"Nothin' much, Padre. I just...needed to sit down. That's all."

"I think I'll join you." Father Maxwell took a seat beside Eli, hands cupped in a solemn manner on his knees. He pushed the small spectacles he wore up onto the bridge of his nose and gave a little smile. He was a number of years older than Eli, quite nearly a middle-aged man, but his face had the sculpted charm of a man half his age: not exceptionally handsome was Father Maxwell, but by no means unattractive.

There was an air of silence for a moment, until the priest spoke up again: "Why do you come here, Eli?"

Eli glanced suspiciously at Father Maxwell. "What kinda question is that?"

"I mean no offense, Eli, I'm just curious. You don't seem like a very religious person."

"I ain't, Padre." Eli blew a puff of smoke. "But this place...it's nice. Quiet. I can think here. Just sit back, relax, and think."

As Eli drifted off into his own thoughts, Father Maxwell began to idly fiddle with the cross necklace around his neck.

"Tell me, Eli, do you believe in God?"

Eli took a moment to exhale the cigarillo fumes. "Nope. I'm not one for believin' in fairy tales." A pause. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason, just idle curiosity." The priest raised the little golden cross and examined it. "God is more than just a fairy tale, Eli. We seek guidance in God, both spiritual and ethical. People such as myself have pledged their love and devotion to Him. I serve Him faithfully, Eli, and He has brought me joy and comfort."

"The big guy in the sky with the white beard?" Eli mused dryly, "I just don't buy it, Padre. But I used to know someone who did."

Father Maxwell's interest was piqued. "And who would that be?"

Eli took a deep breath, sighed and lowered the cigarillo. "My father, when I was just a little kid. Damnit, he believed in the Big Guy with everythin' he had, which wasn't much. We didn't have much back then; we were poor as hell, but my father kept on prayin' and prayin'. Every mornin', at sunrise, he'd get up an' head down to the chapel to pay his services. "God'll help us," he used to say. Lotta good that did. For all that prayin' an' devotion, he never got a single dime from the Big Guy. Not even a scrap. Everythin' he had, he busted his ass off to get." Eli took a drag on his cigarillo and quickly exhaled it again. "After that, I kinda stopped believin' in God. Far as I was concerned, if there was a God, well he could've come down an' told me so himself. I don't care much for believin' in what I can't see, Padre."

Father Maxwell nodded, having listened carefully to Eli's story. He leaned in a little closer. "Might I offer some spiritual advice?"

"Shoot, Padre."

"Perhaps, Eli, God was merely presenting that as a test of your faith. Perhaps He wanted you to put your faith in Him, despite the lack of physical evidence. For all we know, it could have been your denial of God's existence that left your family with nothing."

"What a loving guy," Eli muttered, getting to his feet. "I think I've heard enough preaching for one day, Padre. I just wanted to clear my head, not get into a religous debate."

Father Maxwell gave a knowing smile. "A Gunman must show humilience and servitude to God, correct?"

Eli, for once, was at a loss for words. The Padre was the only person who knew of Eli's relation to the order, and for the simple reason that Eli confided in him. He was, one might say, Eli's confidant. Whatever Eli had to say, Father Maxwell listened.

The priest leaned back against the pew and gazed up at the ceiling. "There is much anger in you, Eli. That much I can tell about you."

Eli didn't even turn around. "You don't say..."

"Eli, I know things haven't been easy for you, but you've got to learn to let go of your anger. Whatever is causing you to act like this, just release it. Let go of the grudge burdening your soul."

After a long, uneasy moment of silence, Eli stubbed out the remains of his cigarillo. "I can't, Padre. I've got something I gotta do, and I ain't gonna rest 'til it's done..even if I have to go down to Hell with him."

Father Maxwell chose not to say anything. Instead, he watched Eli take his leave, the sound of his boots ringing through the church. Once he had left, the elderly priest got down on one knee. Holding the cross in his clasped hands, he uttered a short prayer.

---

News of the fire spread quickly. All through the town, it was the topic on everyone's lips. There was no general concensus as to who or what started the fire and why: some people assumed it was just a freak accident, while others viewed it as sheer carelessness. Those of a more suspicious disposition believed it to be the word of a deranged arsonist, or something worse still. More than one zealous preacher spoke of the fire as the work of the Devil. No-one knew the truth for sure.

Except for one person, who had witnessed the event for himself. That person had only arrived in town earlier that morning, yet he had already gained a reputation as a delusional fool.

"More fiend than man, he was," the newcomer explained from his makeshift podium - a wooden crate in the middle of the town square. The locals had gathered around to hear him, but moreso to laugh at his mad ravings.

"He was one with the night, and even the moon trembled when he appeared," the speaker continued, "He rode a dark horse, black as night, with eyes like flames! Wherever that horse walked, a trail of shadows followed. The air itself became cold as a graveyard when he was near!"

The familiar figure of a man in a cowboy hat and grey-white clothing made his way through the crowd: Eli had heard of the so-called "nutjob" that had drifted into town, and he decided to find out what all the hubbub was about. He didn't expect to get anything useful out of it, but nevertheless, he listened intently to the speaker.

"He came down from the mountains, ravaging all in his path, and rode into town; he said something - I didn't hear what - and suddenly, a horde of vile monsters rose from the ground and overwhelmed the townsfolk! I barely escaped...I ran for my life, and when I looked back, the entire town had gone up in flames! The dark fiend rode off into the night, and was never seen again. It was terrible! And that fiend...he was like a servant of Death! Nothing less!"

It was there and then that something clicked in Eli. It was the phrase that was used - "a servant of Death" - that made him realize. There was no mistaking it: the "fiend" had to be the Dark Rider.

"Where did this happen?" Eli demanded, speaking up.

"Steelmill Port," said the speaker, "About five hundred miles from here. I had to run all the way just to get here, but I wanted to - no, had to - spread the word of this...this...this demon!"

"Steelmill Port," Eli mumbled under his breath, wondering if he had ever been there. It wasn't too far away on the map; he must have passed it on his way here. "There's no way he'd still be there," he thought to himself, "Nah, he's bound to have gone somwhere else...but even so..."

While the speaker continued to ramble on about what he thought he saw, Eli hurriedly made his way back out of the crowd. He wasted no time, sprinting as fast as he could in the direction of the local station.

"Looks like I've got a train to catch..."

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Entertainment / Re: What are you Reading.

« on: September 10, 2009, 09:32:39 PM »

I'm currently (re)reading Terry Pratchett's Monstrous Regiment. I got it a few years ago, got halfway through and got bored. Reading it again, I can appreciate the humour a lot more. It's a very good book. I'd reccomend it to fans of political satire.

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Entertainment / Re: What are you listening to?

« on: September 10, 2009, 09:30:19 PM »

The Offspring - "Trust In You"

One of my favourites of theirs, though I really like that entire album anyway (and the band as a whole).

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Forum Games / Re: Praise the above poster!

« on: September 10, 2009, 06:17:55 PM »

He's the one spinning the Wheel of Fortune.

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: September 10, 2009, 06:14:40 PM »

Blackmore couldn't help but smile. It was a placid smile, though, a much friendlier expression than his usual macabre grin. He was a villain of classical tastes; classic literature, vintage theatre, an eloquent vocabulary and a nice glass of Chianti were his repetoire. Well, that and a big sword, but the latter was only for when his sinister suavenes didn't procure the desired effect. He, indeed, enjoyed a good wedding; although the "holy" part of "holy matrimony" did yank his proverbial chain a tad. He mouthed the words "I do" as a sort of silent verbal prompt - if any were needed, though it was more for himself than the groom.

Deathwatch, like his master, was equally silent yet quietly impressed. Aeon was trying hard not to fall asleep in his seat, though a regular nudge of the elbow from Nick helped in that respect.

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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"

« on: September 10, 2009, 06:06:39 PM »

So did Shadow The Hedgehog

Touché, mon ami.

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Forum Games / Re: Praise the above poster!

« on: September 09, 2009, 11:38:30 PM »

Crazier.

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Fan Creations / Re: The Super Groovey Thread of Stuff - now featuring RPM Fortress stories!

« on: September 09, 2009, 11:19:21 PM »

This is an essay I wrote for Religious Studies class. Make of it what you will.

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The song I have chosen to write about is "Innervision" by System of a Down. The song, like many of the band's, has no definite meaning; instead, the listener is encouraged to decide upon the meaning for themselves. Hence, this is how I percieve the song, and how its lyrics search for meaning.

Personally, I imagine it to be about a man who seeks a woman whom he once loved, but left behind. Then one day, he is plagued by a desire to know the answer to something. A deep question that haunts him. Hence, he goes to seek her ("I need your guidance"), but she won't tell him the answers ("your sacred silence"), and says he must look within his own soul for the answers. Allow me to go into greater detail.

The song discusses how the singer is searching for an answer to a question that is haunting him; he desperately seeks the truth, but doesn't know how or where it can be found. The song opens with the singer proclaiming: "I have a home, longing to roam." He has left his home and gone roaming in search of the answers; however, I interpret this as a metaphorical home that he has left. He has left the safety and comfort of ignorance and is examining deeper philosophies, which he may not be used to. He goes on to say, "I have to find you, I have to meet you" - this may be him referring to a woman he is in love with or, possibly, a woman that he left long ago. He feels that only she can help him find the answer, and so he wants to meet her again. He tells her that he "needs [her] guidance", and that he needs to seek his "inner vision".

In the next verse, he says that his "pupils dance, lost in a trance"; this could mean that the widsom he has been seeking has had a profound, mesmerising effect on him. "Your sacred silence," he says, "losing all violence" - he has abandoned violence in favour of tranquility, hoping it will bring him internal peace, and the silence he is referring to could be the woman he seeks; she will not tell him the answer, for it is sacred. He maintains that he has to find her and get the answer from her, but she still refuses.

And then he figures it out. His search to find the woman he once loved may not have given him the answers he wanted, but it was not a journey that was for nothing: he has realised that he cannot rely on others to give him the answers, but must instead seek them for himself, from within his own mind and soul. This is the elusive "Inner Vision" which he mentions and has sought for so long.

The next verse is rather different from the rest, as the man - who is well on his way to completing the journey and finding "the truth" - declares that "it's never too late to re-invent the bicycle, a smile brings forth energy of life, giving you force". I interpret this as himself referring to his fated meeting with the wise woman. "It's never too late to re-invent the bicycle" means that there is always a chance to seek your "inner vision" - using the image of a bicycle as a metaphor - while the "smile" image refers to his meeting with the woman, who, with a simple yet knowing smile, opened up the proverbial door within his mind and gave him access to the answers he always wanted.

The man then muses that there is "only one true path in life" and that "the road that leads to all is to one". By this, he means that the only "true path" is the same as the road "that leads to all": the path or road that we must all take in order to find the answers to the great mysteries of life. However, we cannot allow others give us the answers; we must seek them for ourselves. In this way, I feel that the message of this songs become parallel with another form of hidden philosophical wisdom: that of the Tarot. In the Tarot, the Fool (who represents our own selves; or in this case, the man who wants the answers) sets off on a journey to find the answers to the questions that haunt his mind and soul. He meets many strange and interesting characters, all of whom represent a part of ourselves or an aspect of the world which surrounds us, and eventually arrives at his destination: the World, otherwise known as "infinity", representing completion and endlessness; for once we achieve true enlightenment, the possibilities are truly endless. We may have reached the end of this journey, but there is always more to do afterwards. The man in the song, who is the Fool, has found enlightenment from within himself, and so has achieved his true potential - and yet, there is still much more he can do.

This song, amongst other things, has one very important question at its core: "Who are we?" There is an old story which tells of an elderly man who wanders into a little village one day; a passer-by notices he is carrying a lantern in his hand. He asks why, and the elderly man replies, "I am searching for an honest man." An honest man may just be a man who is wholly truthful, but it can also refer to a man who has found the truth and achieved true enlightenment. Likewise, there is a story which tells of a wise man who was said to know everything - he was asked one day by an inquisitive young man, "What is the ultimate question?" The wise old man's response was simple: "To know oneself." The song tells of a man who, after many trials and hardships, came to the conclusion that the answers he sought were always known to him, deep inside - he just had to find the way to reach them.

Perhaps one of the reasons we, as human beings, have not yet discovered the meaning of life is because we are too outwardly focused, and we are constantly looking for the truth in other places. Only the wisest thinkers can come to realise that we must find the answers by ourselves, through our own hard work and dedication, and that, ultimately, the answer lies in only one place:

Your own self.

Also, something I did a little while ago. It's a sprite of my brother's JoJo Stand, Pretty Fly For A White Guy (he's an Offspring uber-fan).

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Forum Games / Re: Praise the above poster!

« on: September 09, 2009, 11:12:23 PM »

Seems like he has a good future in the video game industry~

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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"

« on: September 09, 2009, 10:00:04 PM »

Anybody wanna volunteer to read some of my story? It's something I've been working on for a while now; a fantasy/action/adventure/Western, to be precise.

It has guns...

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Gaming / Re: Sonic Returns In New 2D, HD Game

« on: September 09, 2009, 09:47:10 PM »

And the heavens shone with an awesome glow;
And the angels sang out in immaculate harmony;
And the clouds parted from above;
And God saw this, and it was good;
And He held His thumb upwards;
And He declared, "I'm cool with this!"

Thankfully, I care little about what other fans think, and more about my own personal enjoyment!   

Yeah, this.

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: September 09, 2009, 08:25:31 PM »

Blackmore, smiling, placed his sharp fingers into a steepled pose and thrust a glance at RMZX.

"Make her happy, my boy...yessir."

The E-Wing landed outside, and Nick leapt out. He hurried into the chapel and took his seat beside Aeon. The blonde-haired assassin gave the blue-haird explorer a viscious glare, to which Nick just smiled wryly.

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Fan Creations / Re: My attempts at Art that might be awsome. - Now with Random Story things!

« on: September 09, 2009, 08:22:11 PM »

*Thumbs up*

Okay, imagine that thumbs up, but with a hand the size of King Kong's. Yyyyyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaaah~

Raus, raus!

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: September 08, 2009, 07:24:41 PM »

Blackmore took his seat inside the chapel, ensuring he got a good seat close to the altar. Aeon sauntered down the row and sat beside him, and even Deathwatch took his seat - despite any physical legs to speak of.

"This should be most interesting," mused Blackmore, stroking his chin with a metallic claw. He gazed across the chapel at the other guests. "Though I do hope the groom shows up rather soon. I tend to grow a little...impatient."

Aeon was just leaning back in his seat, tossing a knife into the air and catching it to idly wear away the time. He found services like these to altogether quite dull, and he didn't even want to risk staring at Kallen's cleavage anymore. His mind instead drifted to thoughts of scantily-clad women, oceans of money and fantasies of world domination.

Deathwatch, however, had chosen to take this opportunity to let his mind and soul relax. Scythe lying across his lap and eyes seemingly shut, he allowed his weary self to drift into a trace-like state of meditation.


Nick, by this point, had grown tired of waiting.

"Okay, I guess asking nicely to leave isn't going to work, so..." He stepped back and whistled loudly. The back wall of the cell crumbled as his trusty E-Wing smashed through the outside of the DAW. "C'mon, Prince, we're blowing this taco stand!"

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Fan Creations / Re: My attempts at Art that might be awsome. - Now with Random Story things!

« on: September 08, 2009, 07:10:05 PM »

Hoo yeah! Now it's a party...or more so than it already was. I imagine Sapph's armour would be handy for those grenade-flinging mishaps. =P

Hmmmmm...Sniper Lazy, eh? Well, since we're both writers, we should be able to find a common understanding of one another and hence team up to blow the heads off twice as many people!

...But shooting eachother is more fun~

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: September 07, 2009, 07:27:39 PM »

"A sharp one, I see," said Blackmore, placing his arm around Kallen smoothly and undeniably disturbingly. There was just something downright creepy about having a sharp metal hand placed on your shoulder, while its owner stared at you with a grin that never seemed to fade. Aeon would have said something, but he was too busy staring at Kallen's admittedly huge...tracts of land.

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Fan Creations / Re: My attempts at Art that might be awsome. - Now with Random Story things!

« on: September 07, 2009, 07:14:32 PM »

To be perfectly honest, I vas just a little disappointed at "Caress of Dess". I mean, it vas little more zan a shot from a laser rifle. But ze character himself is awesome, vich makes up for it.

Ze uzzer ideas intrigue me, ja, especially since I am ze fan of ze Disgaea series.

...Und you still need to draw me Airnigma und Metalpatch.