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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: August 19, 2009, 03:08:41 AM »

"Oh, you passive-agressive little scoundrel...why don't you get down on your knees and lick my boots like a good dog?"

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

« on: August 19, 2009, 02:17:29 AM »

Thanks a bunch, everybody! Your kind words mean a lot to me.

Anyway, enjoy the next episode~

RPM Fortress Episode 3 - Wall

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BLU Team, having hired a brand new Scout and Solider, decided they were ready to storm the RED Team's base and give them a bit of what-for. They had left their base and happily crossed the battlefield in between - which was actually quiet for once - and made their way to the RED base. There was just one problem...

There was a giant wall outside the RED Team's base.

"Ah, bugger it anyway," cursed Sniper Nick, stamping his heel into the dirt, "Who the hell thought it was a good idea to put a goddamn WALL in our way?"

"I must admit, I didn't consider there being any...obstacles," murmured Engineer Wily. He produced a scanning device from his pocket and waved it across a section of the wall. "According to the device, this wall is approximately two feet thick and twenty feet high, constructed from solid concrete and held in place by cast-iron girders."

"So, can't we just break through?" asked Spy Gotham, smoking as usual.

"Not unless you'd like a fractured skull and a lot of missing teeth," replied Wily. Upon hearing this, Medic Acid grinned gleefully.

"Does that mean I can use of you guys as a battering ram?"

Wily frowned. "I would...prefer if you didn't."

"Awwwwww," grumbled Acid, scuffing the dirt with his shoe, "Spoil-sport..."

"Tell you what, fellas," said Nick, leaning against the wall, "I've come across a fair few walls in my time, an' I can safely say the best way to get the bastard's down is to just tear 'em down by force."

"And how do you propose we do that?" asked Gotham. Nick blinked.

"Isn't that why we 'ave Demomen? Whatever 'appened to our guy, anyway?"

Acid thought about this. "He blew himself up after he dropped that grenade, remember?" He chuckled. "Yeah, bits of him everywhere! Funny stuff."

"Oh yeah," replied Nick, reminiscing fondly, "Yeah, good times."

"Maybe I can take it down with a sentry," mused Wily, and quickly began to build one from scratch.

"How about we see what these two newbies have in mind? See if they're worthy of being part of BLU Team."

"BLU Team rules," mumbled Nick, his mind conditioned by so much pro-BLU propaganda. Nexus stepped forward and cracked his knuckles.

"Leave it to me, guys," the cocky young lad exclaimed, grabbing a bottle of his favourite beverage out of his trouser pocket: "Bonk! Atomic Punch", the only energy drink worthy of being consumed by a true Scout. After cracking the lid off and downing it in a couple of gulps, he whipped out his baseball bat and went to town on the wall.

Imagine it, if you will. The average bottle of this energy drink contains enough additives to turn the average middle-aged office worker into a hyperactive 5-year-old hopped up on sugar and coffee, and given that Scouts are known for their speed and talent at whacking things until they stop breathing, Nexus was doing quite a number on the wall. His arms moved at a speed normally reserved for hummingbirds, moving so fast that he had passed the "BLU blur" stage and skipped straight to the "time has no meaning" stage. Had their eyes been able to keep up with it, the other BLU teamers would have been fascinated. But they couldn't, so they weren't.

After ten solid minutes of battering - which seemed like ten seconds to the others - the wall showed abolutely no signs of damage. Not even a single crack or dent. Fortunately, Wily had his sentry ready. He activated it and the machine roared to life, releasing an angry cascade of bullets into the wall. When it at last ran out of juice and the barrels steamed with exhaustion, the wall...still wasn't broken.

"Bastards," spat Nick, kicking the wall in frustration, "Let us in, ya dog-[tornado fang]ing [acid burst]-lickers!"

"Language," muttered Gotham sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He looked down as the pint-sized Solider Milen tapped him on the waist.

"Excuse me, may I try?"

"Go for it," he said, smiling lecherously. All eyes focused on Milen as she sauntered over to the wall - not least because they could gaze at her backside as she went over. Bazooka held over her shoulder, the preppy little Soldier aimed her bazooka at the large stone barricade impeding the BLU Team. The male members of the team, being slightly ignorant and just a tad mysognistic, had to restrain themselves from laughing at her. If a hyperactive Scout hammering it at the speed of sound and a fully-powered Sentry gun couldn't even dent it, there was no chance a measly rocket launcher could take it down. The BLU mens' collective curiosity was piqued, though, when the petite Soldier pointed her bazooka at her feet instead.

And Milen, being a tad cleverer than her BLU allies, simply used the propulsion from her rocket to leap over the wall.

"It's easy," she exclaimed cheerily from the other side of the wall. Nick, with a sunken look on his face, slammed his head against the wall.

"I hate women..."

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: August 19, 2009, 01:31:40 AM »

"Let us fight. You may have the first attack, young man."

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: August 19, 2009, 12:00:23 AM »

Deathwatch was visibly apalled by Mania's comment.

"How dare you? Do not compare to a god like that, nor to a super-powerful being! For I am neither. I am merely the servant of a man whom I owe my very life to. I am nothing more."

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

« on: August 18, 2009, 11:28:59 PM »

Mighty chucklesome, dude. I like~

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: August 18, 2009, 10:37:28 PM »

Deathwatch chuckled to himself, with a sound that gave the impression of a screwdriver carving through an ice sculpture.

"So, you wish to fight me? I admire your enthusiasm, but I am afraid this is the last you will ever see of eachother." He thrust his hands out, his scythe hovering of its own accord and whirling around its wielder's floating, cloaked body. "Forgive me, my Lord, for what I am about to do...I am left with no other choice." The scythe flew into his open hand, and his skeletal fingers tightened around the staff. "A true warrior fights not for wealth or status, nor for miserable rewards, but for honour. For the honour of Lord Blackmore, you will perish!"


[OOC: I'm, uh, gonna assume you meant Blackmore...]

"Ah, Roa, so good to see you," the fiendish spectre declared with a malicious grin. Blackmore, still in his physical body, approached the vampire regally. "So you've finally come back to me, like a dog begging for scraps from its master."

Aeon was leaning against a wall in the corner, glaring at Roa and tossing a knife up and down in his hands.

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Forum Games / Re: Praise the above poster!

« on: August 18, 2009, 05:39:12 PM »

Sprites and draws and draws and sprites.

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: August 18, 2009, 04:10:12 PM »

"I am no fool, Michael Roa Valdamjong," said Deathwatch, "If you would like to speak to Lord Blackmore, tell him so yourself." He placed his scythe against the vampire's throat. "And let me tell you this: if you dare lay a single finger on my ancestor, I will rend your soul in twain."

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: August 18, 2009, 03:56:51 PM »

Deathwatch was not to be phased. He knew how to call a bluff, and even if this wasn't one, he had ways of dealing with people like this. He dropped Roarming to the floor, leaving only a clock-shaped mark on his forehead. A ghostly hourglass appeared in the phantom's open hand.

"That mark on your brow is my ultimate ability: Final Countdown. Once this hourglass runs out of sand, your life is over. Your body will die, and your soul will be trapped in the empty sand timer. There is no way of removing that mark, short of either destroying me or surrendering. And since I am but a ghost...well, you don't have much of a choice." He turned his back on the vampire. "You have an hour before time is up. Make up your mind."

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: August 18, 2009, 03:40:12 PM »

Without a moment's hesitation, Deathwatch slammed the blunt end of the scythe against Roarming's throat and knocked him to the floor.

"You are below scum. I should slice your miserable head off of your shoulders for making my master look like a fool...but I shan't." He grabbed Roarming by the neck and glared at him. "You would be much better suited for something else entirely."

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: August 18, 2009, 03:32:49 PM »

"Hmmmm..." Deathwatch breathed. He lowered the scythe. "Give me your name."

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: August 18, 2009, 03:27:52 PM »

Deathwatch looked at Roarming. "You are not afraid?"

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Fan Creations / Re: The Super Groovey Thread of Stuff - Now with added poetry!

« on: August 18, 2009, 03:17:12 PM »

Thanks to Magnus drafting a couple more RPMers into BLU Team, I had an excuse/obligation to write more tales of RPM Fortress. So here's the next episode! Enjoy.

RPM Fortress Episode 2 - Recruits

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BLU Team was in a mess. Thanks to the efforts of their RED Team rivals - and in no small part, their own recklessness and "fun" games like "Juggle the Live Grenades" - they were down to a measly four members. So, in an attempt to strengthen the BLU Team, and to get the REDs to stop laughing at them, they agreed to hold a secret meeting to discuss a recruitment scheme. Of course, they couldn't afford an actual meeting hall, so they had to make do with the empty rations closet. They began their private meeting, huddled around a little wooden table they stole from the battlefield.

"I hereby call this meeting to order," declared Engineer Wily, being the only truly intelligent team member. He shuffled a bunch of tattered sheets, adjusted his navy spectacles and cleared his throat. "Item number one on the agenda: recruitment. How do we go about it?"

"How about we just grab someone off the street, give 'em a gun and tell 'em they're in?" suggested Spy Gotham, leaning back in his chair, feet up on the table, puffing away on a cigarette.

"I don't think that would work," said Wily.

"'Ow's about we just line the buggers up an' shoot 'em," offered Sniper Nick, grinning eagerly, "An' whichever one of 'em isn't dead gets to be on the team?"

"How about something that doesn't satisfy your craving for sticking bullets where they don't belong?" sneered Medic Acid. Nick shrank in his chair.

"I like bullets..."

"I have a better solution," said Acid, banging his fists against the table, "Why don't we just put out some ads and have them take part in goddamn TRYOUTS?!"

Wily blinked. "I suppose that would be the best option, given our lack of...other ideas," he said, throwing Nick and Gotham a filthy look. "Right, so, onto item number two on the agenda..." He flipped through the sheets, only to find that the rest of them were just doodles and shopping lists. He sighed. "Never mind. Meeting adjourned."

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Having rounded up a few interested candidates, the BLU Team organised them all in their rations closet/meeting room, where they had fashioned their table into a makeshift desk for the judges' panel.

"First up," declared Wily, pushing his glasses up on his nose and peering at the sheet, "Archer, trying out for the role of the Heavy."

The door at the other side of the room opened up, and a white-haired man wielding an enormous chaingun staggered in, having some trouble holding the massive gun. He dragged himself to the centre of the room in front of the judges and dropped the gun to the ground, giving off a resounding thud.

"Uh...hey there."

"So, Mr. Archer," said Wily, peering at the man over his glasses, "Tell us what you can do."

"Well, I, uh...I can shoot stuff really fast with this baby," he said, smiling and patting his chaingun.

"Mm-hm. Would you like to give us a demonstration?"

Archer's smile warped into a frown. "Uh...okay."

Painfully, he heaved the gun up into his arms and pulled the trigger. The barrels began to revolve, slowly at first, but they soon picked up speed. Within seconds of the monstrous gun's trigger being pulled, a hail of bullets sprayed in every direction imaginable, and some directions only pondered upon. Try as he might, Archer couldn't control the weapon in his hands. It was as though it had taken on a mind of its own. The judges ducked under their desk as the gun veered wildly out of its wielder's control, firing stream after stream of bullets all around the room, while Archer himself was spinning around from the gun's weight like a deranged ballerina. When at last the gun exhausted itself of ammo and thick reams of smoke billowed out of the steaming barrels, the walls, ceiling and even the floor had been peppered by an artistic hail of bullet holes. Archer stepped back, noticing that the BLU judges were glaring daggers at him. He grinned nervously.

"Uh...I take it this means I didn't pass?"

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The tryouts had been nothing short of a nightmare. The initial insanity unleashed by the wannabe Heavy only became more and more over the top: the weary BLU Team judges had seen an afro-clad Demoman nearly blow the room apart, a hook-handed Scout go mad and try to bludgeon them to death, a fiery-haired Soldier get a bit too excited with his bazooka, a plucky young Pyro whose name they couldn't remember (it began with a T, they were certain of that) set fire to half the base and countless other forms of chaos. They were more than prepared to just give up and leave the team as it was.

"[tornado fang] me," said Nick, clutching onto his singed hat tightly, "What a bloody shower of loonies that crowd was."

"Screw this, I've had enough," said Gotham, holding a cigarette in his shaking hand.

"There's j-just two more c-candidates," stuttered Wily, his hair and moustache standing up like follicle stalagmites.

"NO! For the love of God, NO MORE CANDIDATES!" roared Acid, grabbing Wily and shaking him ferociously.

"N-next c-c-c-c-candidate, p-please!"

The door slowly opened, and a spiky-haired young man with a baseball cap and headphones walked into the room. He was holding a scattergun in his hands, so it was clear he was trying out for the role of the Scout.

"Hi, my name's Nexus, and I'm trying out for the role of the Scout."

"Yeah, that's been established," said Acid, pulling out his needlegun from under the table. "What can you do?"

"Well, I've trained for years to improve my speed, dexterity and reflexes so no-one else can hope to match it. I'm the fastest, quickest, most athletic--"

"Yeah, yeah," interrupted Gotham impatiently, "Just give us a demo and get lost."

The potential Scout looked around, turned on his heel and ran out the door. The rest of BLU Team looked at eachother confusedly.

"Poor bloke must've realised he's a no-hoper and buggered off," said Nick, sticking a toothpick between his teeth. Before he even closed his mouth, Nexus had returned, holding an armful of soda bottles and chocolate bars.

"Six point eight seconds," exclaimed Wily, a stopwatch conveniently in his hands, "That's a new record!"

"So, am I on the team?" asked Nexus hopefully.

"That depends," asked Nick, leering at him, "Is this root beer?"

"Yes."

"Awright, yer in."

The new BLU Scout punched the air and triumphantly left the room. Acid sighed with relief. "We got off lucky there...who's next?"

"Just one more," said Wily, his nerves calmed. Nick glanced over his shoulder at the list, with all but one crossed off, and a little tick beside Nexus' name. He cocked an eyebrow at the name at the very bottom of the sheet.

"Million? Milon? Malzard? Malfos? Mordor?"

"Milen," corrected Wily sharply, "Milen Anessar, please come in."

The rusty door at the far side of the room creaked open, and a petite figure walked in. The BLU judges saw the army helmet and immediately hid behind their chairs.

"No! Go away! No more Soldiers!" hissed Acid, waving his bonesaw at the newcomer. The Soldier's helmet was lifted slightly, revealing a pretty young woman with short blonde hair and a friendly smile.

"Hello," she said sweetly, bowing slightly. Nick's jaw dropped.

"Is that...is that one of those..."

"Yes," breathed Gotham, "It's a woman!"

The BLU Team stared in abject fascination at this strange new character. They had heard of women before, of course, but they didn't think they would actually be granted the pleasure of seeing one in person. A woman! An actual woman! With boobs and everything!

"So, uh, M-Milen," muttered Wily, sweat pouring down his brow, "C-can you give us a sample of your boobs...I mean, s-skills?"

Milen nodded and hoisted her bazooka over her shoulder. She took aim at an empty food locker in the corner and shot a rocket at it, blowing the locker to smithereens. The judges applauded loudly, and she bowed.

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

"Well, uh, Milen," said Wily, wiping the steam off of his glasses, "It looks like you're hired."

Milen tipped her head to the left slightly. "Oh? But I only show you little demonstration...I have much more to show you." Nick practically fell off his chair.

"That won't be necessary," Wily intervened, "You're hired. Welcome to the team, et cetera, et cetera, have a nice day!"

Milen smiled, bowed and casually exited the room. Nick climbed back onto his chair, while the rest of BLU Team smiled like dunces.

"Bloody hell, fellas! An actual girl. Who'd-a thunk it?"

"At last this team won't be a sausage-fest anymore," said Gotham with a sly grin, lighting up another cigarette. Acid put on his usual manic grin and steepled his fingers gleefully.

"BLU Team rules."

Also, if anybody wants to get involved in the RPM Fortress project, head over to Magnus' thread and sign up [/shameless plug]. There's still a few spots left. http://forum.rockmanpm.com/index.php?topic=2154.0

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Fan Creations / Re: Tai's thread of stuff almost nobody cares about.

« on: August 18, 2009, 01:34:31 PM »

The flying one is awesome. Lord knows I'd like to be able to fly like that!

Oh, and I like the stars and the moon, too, given that I'm a fan of cosmic fantasy. =P

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

« on: August 18, 2009, 01:30:11 PM »

Awesomesauce! =D Now I have an excuse/obligation to write more tales of RPM Fortress!

That aside, I really like these characters. I know I say that a lot, but I think you did a great job here. Also, good choice of players.

And BLU Team is no longer a sausage fest! Wooooo~

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: August 18, 2009, 01:22:25 PM »

Deathwatch, having sworn his unfaltering loyalty to his master some hundred-odd years ago, was shocked and disgusted by the words spoken by Roarming. He snapped his fingers, and the world stopped.

The Time Stop spell, the same one wielded by his descendant.

Once the flow of time resumed as normal, Roarming found a rather large scythe blade held against his juggular. "You who would dare defy the great Lord Blackmore must be punished! On your knees, dog, or your head comes off!"

Blackmore, meanwhile, was cackling with gleeful delight. Aeon, who was actually paying more attention to the other goings-on, noticed the behemoth Joan Rivers trying to climb up the castle walls.

"Uh, Bossman? There's some old chick trying to get up here..."

With a disgruntled sigh, Blackmore activated the cannons. A good number of hatches all around the castle opened up, and large black cannons appeared from these holes. One of them conveniantly aimed itself at the leviathan Joan Rivers' skull. Blackmore fired them, reducing the talk show host's head to a mass of chunky meaty bits.

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Fan Creations / Re: Flame's Art Thread MK ll.

« on: August 18, 2009, 01:09:15 AM »

D'awwwwww, Tsuruya Kobun~

...Did I spell that right?

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Fan Creations / Re: The Super Groovey Thread of Stuff - Now with added poetry!

« on: August 18, 2009, 01:07:27 AM »

So I was looking through my good buddy Magnus's art thread, thinking about what I could write, and I suddenly got an idea: write about the characters in his RPM Team Fortress 2 project. The result is this garglemesh. It's not very long and there's very few characters, but I had to work with what I was given. I didn't really have a lot to work with, personality-wise, so I had to improvise.

Oh well, I hope you enjoy it anyway. I might just write more if people like it. Also, props to Magnus for the idea, and to Valve for creating this great game in the first place.

RPM Fortress Episode 1 - Fire

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It was dark, because it was the middle of the night. The stars twinkled overhead in the inky sky, while the world below was poisoned with the stench of blood, the sound of explosions and gunfire, and the sight of people being blown to bits and limbs flying everywhere.

BLU Team's base was under siege. Try as they might, they were having great difficulty fending off the marauding RED Team and their viscious ambitions. The remaining BLU Team members were putting up a brave front, though, but it wouldn't be long before they either surrendered or were killed. The former was unthinkable. They had come this far, and they weren't about to give up now.

From behind a row of rusty metal plates, collapsed iron beams and other assorted rubble - the result of a few stray grenades from their long-since-dead Demoman - the BLU Sniper, Nick, was keeping a keen eye on the rival team. And by that, I mean he had that same keen eye peering down the scope on his sniper rifle.

"Got 'em," the Sniper declared proudly, having sniped a RED Team member, "No more head on yer shoulders for you, [dark hold]!"

"How long do you reckon we can hold them off?" asked Engineer Wily from behind a rapidly-firing sentry gun, which he was hastily repairing.

"Can't say for sure," grumbled the Medic, a one Acid. He licked a stay drop of blood from his bonesaw.

"[tornado fang] this, fellas," groaned Nick, ducking down as a bullet whizzed through his hat, "This ain't the piece o' [acid burst] I figured it to be!"

"Quit your whining," said a voice; a calm, smooth voice, though one with an edge sharper than a knife. Incidentally, the owner of the voice had just wiped his own knife on his trouser leg, having resumed visibility.

"Gotham, where were you?" snapped Wily, hiding behind the makeshift barricade, "I thought we told you, no sneaking off without telling us!"

"Yeah, yeah," mumbled the Spy, whipping out a cigarette and lighting it up, "Hey, I think I got someone."

"What do you mean you "think"?" asked Acid, an eyebrow cocked.

"Well, I was just casually strolling through the enemy base, minding my own business, when this gumbie runs straight into my knife! I don't know how it happened, honest," said he, with a sly smirk on his face.

"Anybody notice ya?" asked Nick, taking a few blind potshots.

"Nah. I legged it once that Pyro bastard showed up."

Wily whirled around and glared at Gotham. "A Pyro?"

"Yeah, some scaly green bastard. Told him to screw himself, then got the [tornado fang] outta there."

Wily slapped his palm against his face; he often felt that, as the de-facto brains of the team, he was the only real voice of reason amongst a band of raving lunatics. "Is he still out there?"

"Er, fellas?"

"Not now," said Acid, whipping out his needlegun. An eagre grin spread across his face, and he tugged the peak of his blood-stained cap down over his eyes. "Sounds like fresh meat to me, heheheheheh..."

"Fellas..."

"Can it," grunted Gotham, taking a drag on his cigarette and twirling his switchblade expertly in his hands, "Wily, boot up another of those guns of yours. Daddy here is gonna take a looksie at the situation over there."

"Fellas..."

"WHAT?!" the rest of the team yelled impatiently.

"The [tornado fang]in' Pyro's right in front of us!"

BLU Team watched in horror as the crazed Pyro charged for them, all by himself, waving his flamethrower like an excited child. He cackled maniacally, spewing reams of fire like a man possessed. Anything unlucky enough to be in the path of his homicidal rampage was burned to a crisp.

"BURNINATE, BURNINATE, YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The cigarette fell straight out of Gotham's lower lip. And then Acid, as the only member of the team with any faculty of cognitive speech left, spoke exactly what was on his teammate's minds: "[tornado fang]."

This wasn't the blaze of glory they expected to go out in.

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: August 17, 2009, 10:46:57 PM »

Blackmore nodded to Deathwatch. His right-hand man nodded back. He knew what to do. Down at the courtyard beneath the flying castle, Deathwatch appeared from a black mist. Looking at no-one in particular, he raised his scythe, and slammed the wooden staff against the ground.

"All who are present," he declared in an authoritarian tone, "I am an ambassador of Lord Blackmore. My name is Deathwatch. I am here to offer you a reasonable deal: submit to my Lord, abandon all weapons on your person and leave this area in an orderly fashion, or be crushed beneath the heel of our ambitions. You have five minutes to turn around and leave the premises. Anyone that does not choose to heed this offer will be dealt with in a rather more forcible manner." His eyes seemed to glow an unholy crimson. "Make your decision."

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Entertainment / Re: What are you listening to?

« on: August 17, 2009, 10:22:20 PM »

System of a Down - Psycho

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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!

« on: August 17, 2009, 10:17:14 PM »

Live-action Wily~

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Gaming / Re: The Professor Layton Thread

« on: August 17, 2009, 10:16:17 PM »

I absolutely love the idea of the series, given that I am something of a fan of dapper Englishmen in top hats and Victorian-esque settings. I'm not an expert at puzzles, but I do like a good head-scratcher every now and then.

I didn't but the first game, due to lack of money.

Should I buy the first game, the sequel, both, or neither? I need an opinion.

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

« on: August 17, 2009, 10:06:04 PM »

I tried my hand at horse riding, Old Western style. Fun was had. =D

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Roleplay / Re: The Busy World of Rockman Perfect Memories

« on: August 17, 2009, 09:01:46 PM »

Inside of the castle, Aeon grinned with delight.

"Ooooooh, this is so AWESOME!"

"Quite, hyeheheheh."

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Fan Creations / Re: Tai's thread of stuff almost nobody cares about.

« on: August 17, 2009, 08:32:25 PM »

Thanks, dude! Much appreciated~