Vicky

[quote name='Godot']let us come to the foundations, big band theory is in correlation with evolution right? I just want to establish something here[/QUOTE] [size=1]Depends. Generally, yes, I think, though I still live in hope that someone will come up with a better theory (I'm a firm believer that you can't make something from nothing).[/size]

[quote name='Lunar'][COLOR="Purple"] We come from Adam and Eve.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]Incest? Seriously, though, I know a lot of devout Christians who admit that Adam and Eve is metaphorical. Why? Because it's pretty damn impossible for the entire human population to evolve from two sets of genes (or genomes? Not sure, ain't a biologist). And 13th already said what I was going to say about the apes. We didn't evolve from monkeys - gorillas are just from the same subfamily. As for evolution vs intelligent design, I'm all for evolution but I won't dispute if people want to believe in intelligent design. I think they should teach both in school, because that's what they did in my school, and hey, we all turned out pretty find. No moral contradictions of students breaking down from being torn a part by science and religion.[/size]

[SIZE=1]I often write about a character called Sin and I kind of like this story. Chapter wise, they're relatively short (compared to what I normally do) and it's quite a gruesome story later on. It's about a lot of things, namely blood, abuse, crazy people, the social norm against the... not norm... hurting people and a boy called Sin. Better than it sounds. Later chapters are cooler than the first. So, erm, yeah, it should be rated M for abuse, violence, druggies, sex... man, I wish the ratings still apply. Don't complain when you come across something nasty later on ;D. Comments welcome.[/size] [center][1][/center] [align=justify]Sin wasn?t a very nice boy; he was rapture and madness, a carcass that the devil himself would reject on the grounds of the boy?s sanity. Sin had lived for many, many years, walking through the crevice of time itself, on the cobblestones through the streets muttering quietly to his lonesome little ears. He was a troubled, lonely boy, who kept his head down as he walked and his mouth silent, hardly ever acknowledging the presence of another being. Sin was indeed rapture and madness. He was a tall, lanky boy whose face looked sullen and dark. His hair was cut jagged in places and a black mess, never dyed or toyed with except for frantic cutting and ripping. He had brown eyes which were more like black holes and a face that always seemed to be somewhere in the shadows. For the vast majority of the time, Sin looked ill. Dark rings around his eyes, heavy cheekbones and a very, very thin figure. Still, he managed to be some kind of mysterious attraction to a lot of people, like an ugly moon with a bigger gravitational pull than its star-master. At some point Sin recalled a ticking in his head. He couldn?t remember where it began and when it would end, just that it was now there. It was like schizophrenia for the clock-maker, always there, sometimes louder than usual, sometimes quieter. Often he found himself obeying it as if it was his master and blaming all the crazy, horrible things on the sound in his head. It was as much a part of him as an arm or a leg; only he wouldn?t miss it if it were cut from his nerves. He often wondered if the ticking was something to do with how he drew people in; his personality was nothing beyond blunt and horrible, so how did he have a solid set of friends and, even, a girl after him? It must have been his clock, ticking away to oblivion of insanity. Sin couldn?t remember the occasion when he met this one girl he was lay next to. Her name was Jade, which seemed to fit perfectly with her looks ? all-around pretty, shining green eyes, high-lighted blonde hair and all the general attributes people wanted in a woman of her age. Of course it was somewhat unfortunate that she should end up with a guy who went by the name ?Sin?. ?So Jake was wonderin? in you wanted to come out tonight. I said I would, only if the drinks were on him.? Sin looked at her out of the corner of his eye but gave no response. She was lay on her stomach, scratching the nail polish off her fingernails, talking and talking, all too constantly like she seemed to do every moment of her waking existence. He was slightly amused at the fact her voice seemed to move in time with the ticking in his head, and her heartbeat, and his heartbeat, some stuck waltz he supposed. ?And, yeah, why do they call you Sin, anyway? You neva? told me.? Sin rolled his eyes. [I]Of course[/I] he never told her. What did she expect? A biography? ?Umm, I don?t know.? Sin replied with a shrug. ?They just do. Why do they call you Jade?? She laughed at him. ?Well because it was my mother?s middle name. Don?t tell me your father?s middle name was ?Sin?. That?d probably make you the son of the devil, right?? Sin propped himself up on his elbow and stared at her intently. ?So does Jade make you the daughter of a rock?? she squinted and shook her head. ?Exactly.? ?It?s just quite unusual, really. You neva? told me your real name ? or Jake, or Bass ? what kind of secret are you hidin??? Sin didn?t reply. He just stayed on his elbow and stared at her, somewhat lazy eyed in an attempt to show he wasn?t particularly interested in the conversation. With all fine women they didn?t see that look in his eye. ?Well, I don?t too much care about your name, jus? you.? Sin narrowed his eyes at her. ?Yeah. Jus? you.? She turned over on her side and propped herself on her elbow to mimic Sin, her free hand trailing down his chest. Sin watched her for a moment before looking down at her hand, travelling lightly up and down his skin, but invoking little to no response from the demon-man. He was always suspicious of people, Jade especially because of her unfathomed, unweaving adoration for him. When she trailed her hand over his stomach and over the button of his pants, Sin took her by the wrist and flicked her hand away. He rolled over, exhaling through his nostrils. ?Don?t ruin it.? He snarled. ?Ruin what? You?ve been with me for a good month or so and you don?t do shit?? she muttered barely above a whisper. ?You?re too attached to the physical. Sex is stupid and makes people [I]look[/I] stupid, and I?m not too much of a fan of making an idiot out of myself.? He argued less than amiably. ?How many people have [I]you[/I] watched having sex, then?? He turned his head to her, lip twisting into a snarl. ?I don?t have to watch anyone to realise it?s a stupid obsession. I can name a dozen things more interesting than something as trivial as that.? Jade sat up on the bed and folded her arms. ?Go on then.? He thought about it for a moment and quickly dismissed the idea. He couldn?t tell [I]her[/I], not yet, anyway. He laughed slightly and shrugged his shoulders, closing his eyes to the soothing sound in his head. ?Well, you know,? he laughed. ?No. No I don?t.? ?Then maybe I?ll just show you, instead.? He murmured. Her eyes lit up slightly (Sin saw from the corner of his eye) and he had to sit up to make his stance. He waved his hand at her and shook his head slightly. ?Not now.? ?What? Why?? ??because I don?t [I]feel[/I] like doing [I]anything[/I].? Jade sighed and watched him get up from the bed and walk over to a chair to receive his t-shirt. She would never win with him, in anything at all, on any occasion, on any day. It just didn?t happen. She dragged the covers over her and pulled her knees up to her chest trying to put on the sweetest look she could in hopes of gathering the slightest form of affection, attention or kindness from Sin. He glanced at her and let his hands drop to his side, his shoulders slumping. ?Look, Jade, I?m not that kind of guy. I don?t do flowers, I don?t do sweet romantic dinners, nor surprise gifts, loving deeds or selfless acts. I?m just not that kind of guy.? He told her leaning over the chair. Her face dropped. ?So what kind of guy are you??? ?I?m?? he paused, ??not [I]that[/I] kind.? She lowered her head. ?It?s okay. I still like you.? [I]Like.[/I] That?s why he couldn?t show her anything yet, not until she made the ultimate assumption that she loved him. Then it?d be all be okay, and she?d be his. He waved her goodbye and took his leave without another word, as he often did, and told her he?d see her tonight. Probably. * There was something odd about Sin, no doubt about it. Memories of his childhood were clouded with visions of his future; his veins burnt and hurt him so bad that, nearly every night, he felt the need to release some of the blood from his system. He was afraid he would hurt people ? and he knew he liked it ? so he spent his night time?s at a pub owned by a chubby ex-wrestler named Caputo, wherein Sin would dance inside a circle of hollering dogs and beat the living livestock out of his opponent. He stood in a ring of men grunting and spitting out drunken slurs, Sin?s topless body glistened with beads of sweat and his black hair matted against his forehead. He punched his fist into his palm, carefully stepping in a circle around the American in front of him, twice his height, twice his muscle; but Sin was two times his intelligence, having twenty times this man?s pain tolerance, and twenty times the reflexes. A bell rang in the dank bar, the cheers erupting violently into the air as the fight began. Sin was the first in, stepping forward quickly and lashing out with a violent jab, catching his opponent?s jaw and sending them sprawling back into the crowd with one single hit. Sin stepped back, allowing his guard to drop, a smug, arrogant look across his face. His opponent ran in, strong but not smart enough to beat rapture and madness. There was something that clicked in Sin?s head at that moment in time; the ticking grew increasingly louder and his brain began to make all his motor functions dance around the rhythm. It caused a giant rift to appear in the fight, that being Sin was a God and his a opponent was simply the lesser little mortal. And the fight went like this: Sin?s opponent would come forward in a fury of fist-a-chuffs, kicking and lashing, while Sin narrowly dodged each move with a large, demon grin on his face. Sin would move forward, each time carefully placing his blow and striking his opponent with omni potent force. His opponent fell to the ground often, barely standing back up, being pushed forward by the violent cheering crowd. Blood seeped from his nose and he began to lose teeth, weary now, and Sin would always come for him again, the blood on his knuckles confirming his madness. When Sin?s opponent finally fell the fight wasn?t over. Sin came forward again, driving his boot into the man?s ribs, bending over and punching at his skull. Some gasped from the audience at such fowl play, but most cheered him on. There was a grin across his face, a grin that told the world his name was Sin, and he was rapture and madness. ?You could?a left him. He was down fer the count; you could?a left ?im.? Sin blinked, splashing water over his face. He rubbed at the mark under his left eye, from where his opponent just scraped his face, which was often unlikely. ?You made a load?a money t?day. I was impressed. You could make?a livin? outta this, you know, boxin? or somethin?.? Sin blinked, running his hand through his thick black hair. ?You got anythin? planned for tonight then? Meet your friends or somet??? Sin shrugged. ?Meeting some friends soon.? ?How you gunna explain ?em cuts?? Sin turned his head to the annoyance that was present at the dark bathroom door. He narrowed his eyes at Caputo, a small, pseudo-business looking man with short and curly hair. Caputo, an ex-wrestler himself, seemed to be incredibly interested in Sin?s fighting ability, having no idea it was probably due to the rhythm inside his head. He gazed at the bar man from the corner of his eyes, still enthralled in washing the blood off his knuckles at the moment. ?Well, you keep comin? back, your money?s over there. Keep rollin? in the bucks kid.? Sin snarled. ?I?m not a kid.? ?Oh, okay,? Caputo slapped his back, ?[I]man[/I].? He chuckled lightly. Sin dipped his hands in the sink and watched the diluted blood slink away from his knuckles. The bar man shook his head and walked away, knowing not what to think of Sin. Sin watched from the corner of his eyes, always suspicious. He collected his money from the side and shoved it in his pocket (whilst gathering up his coat and t-shirt). He had been doing this for as long as he had been with Jade, perhaps longer? if he didn?t he surely would have taken it out on her. And right now he didn?t know whether she deserved it or not. A few of the low life spectators from the fight called Sin over to the bar as he walked out for a drink or cheered him away but Sin?s only response was lifting his hand to acknowledge their existence? barely. He breathed in a massive gulp of the outside air when he stepped into the night, streets illuminated with the faintest hint of orange from the lights above. He closed his eyes, thankful that the ticking was quieter than ever after he had silenced a thirst, with only one more challenge left to do for the day ? meet Bass and Jake. He placed his hands in his pocket and slumped his shoulder as he walked, staring at the ground and his shoes because he didn?t want to look up and make any kind of eye contact with the silly insignificances that filled the city. Truth be told, he wasn?t looking forward to going out with Jake and Bass tonight. They were adults by age sake but children in their minds ? absolute freaks, Sin would argue. Jake worked severely long hours in a retail park and didn?t sleep during the night ? he was a chronic nocturnal who slept during his breaks in work or whenever he had free time during the day. He was an unlucky human being because he was ginger, and quite small for his age, pale, freckled though quite original in his dress sense and personality. Bass, on the other hand, had no job and no intentions of getting one. He used soap to keep his hair up in a messy Russell Brand-style, which used to be blond but rather looked like a mix of dirty blond and brown from the lack of washing. Bass had been wearing the same clothes for the past few years; whilst others would fashion rips into their jeans, Bass? were entirely due to old age and lack of care. Besides all that he was quite a sweet guy? which frankly sickened Sin. He paused at a row of clubs and pubs down a long street of cobblestone beside the canal. There were a few men dotted outside with pints in their hands, most of them bald or with clean shaven heads (that being the ?fashion? nowadays Sin assumed). He looked around for any sign of Bass or Jake, feeling slightly annoyed when someone turned around and locked their eyes onto him. ?Hey! Hey Sin!? Sin spun around but not in time to move out of the way of Bass. The gutter-scruff latched himself around Sin?s neck and embraced him in a manly, friendly hug, before drawing back with disgust. ?You?re all sweaty, where the hell you been at?? ?With Jade, eh?? Jake encouraged nudging Bass. The two laughed and Sin sighed. ?No.? ?Hey what?s that mark under your eye -? Bass reached out to touch Sin but he snapped his arm away violently. ?Don?t touch me.? ?Whoa, reet, here?s me, not touchin?.? The boy held up his hands defensively and shook them. ?Anyway, we got one hell of a night planned. You up for it, Sinny?? Sin narrowed his eyes. ?Do I have much of a choice?? Jake clapped his arm around Sin?s shoulder and laughed into his ear, more daunting than anything Sin had ever experienced in his life and equally uncomfortable. ?Uhh, no, you don?t.? Sin rolled his eyes.[/align]

[size=1]*refrains from making 'your mother' jokes* Anyway, ignoring two word posts, haha, I'm not a big fan of Panic but I do tend to listen to them occasionally. I also like them because they took their name from [i]Name Taken[/i], who're cool in their own right. I'd have to say I prefer the videos to the music though. Mostly 'I Write Sins...'; I always dreamed of having a wedding like that, even if my bride did turn out to be a whore, it'd still be cool to have all the circus freaks there. Also, the lead singer has something about him (he reminds me of Whiplash from the Deathstars) that's almost intoxicating. Or maybe that's just me. They're not too bad song wise, quite fun in fact, makes a difference from all the depressing or 'grr destroy' crap I listen to.[/size]

[size=1]Any old basement cat can come up with false AIM conversations =p. (At some point I will post a picture, but you know, I'm not very big on the cat pictures thing. It's actually kind of creepy and I wonder about the welfare of some of these cats...)[/size]

[quote name='Allamorph']For someone who hasn't yet been captioned. [CENTER][IMG]http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z158/Allamorph/Misc/vickehcat.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] [/QUOTE] [size=1]Very funny ¬_¬, Mr Morph. [I]Really[/i]. =p[/size]

[size=1]OOC: [Filler] You weren't getting anywhere without transportation. If Jackman was going to actually get what he wanted, he figured he needed something to take him around and about. In truth, he had been planning on getting a car for some time now. He just wasn't sure where they kept them in Dis. This was a storage place, or so Jackman had been told, for the most normal sets of wheels in the city. Jackman didn't want anything too fancy, because those kind of cars were easier to catch. When they entered the factory floor the lights flickered on above their heads, revealing lean cars lined up in rows. Jess fumbled with a panel to her side to keep the warehouse doors open and followed Jackman in suite, while he seemed far more preoccupied with his failed invention. [B]"I think this needs fine tuning, don't you?"[/B] he asked in a murmur referring to the grey box. Jess didn't reply for a moment, looking around and not looking all too comfortable with this. [B]"Won't we get caught? They'll check the registrations and -"[/B] [B]"What, do you think I'm [i]stupid[/i]?"[/b] he spun around and pointed a finger at her accusingly, eyes narrowed. [B]"We're switching the fuckin' number plates, twit. Then we'll rough up the paint job a bit so it won't be brand new. Besides, I'm not going to leave it lying around."[/B] Jess shrugged. [B]"You're the boss."[/B] [B]"I am. Now be quiet and keep a look out over there."[/B] He waved his hand and knelt down beside one of the cars, taking a knife out of his pocket. With careful precision and a fair bit of speed Jackman twisted the screws off a number plate on an average looking yellow number - a disgusting colour - and inspected the numbers on it. He then did the same to the front of the car and collected both the plates before waltzing out into the middle of the factory floor and taking in what was on offer with a chesire cat grin on his face. Red. He liked red. It only took him a few minutes to replace the plates. He threw the unused ones ontop of the car and pondered for a minute - where would they keep the keys? [B]"J! Get down!"[/B] Jackman's head swerved to the door Jess was guarding and noticed the handle was twisting. Both criminals darted behind a long black vehicle and peered from the bottom of the car, Jackman's heart racing with anticipation and excitement at the thought of what could [i]possibly[/i] happen next. They saw a pair of shiny shoes emerge from the door, a clearly angry man who slammed the door behind him and took long, arrogant strides across the floor looking for the intruders. Jackman slide back slightly and pressed him palm against Jess' shoulder to indicate her to do the same, while taking out a long knife hidden in his cloak with his other hand. Jackman quieted his breathing while the guard came closer. A twisted grin appeared on Jackman's face when he saw the guard's feet approach his position; he still had to careful, of course, since things rarely went according to plan. As quickly as the thought of hurting this man came into his head Jackman was on his feet and vaulting over the car bonnet. Before the guard could react Jackman had his blade at his throat and his hand around his mouth, tip of his mask pressed into his neck, hot breath against his ear as he spoke. [B]"Don't scream. God, don't scream, I got really sensitive ears."[/B] He told the man. Jess stood up from behind the car and took out one of her guns to aim it at the man in case he tried anything drastic or stupid. [B]"Now where you keep the keys for these pretty zero-pollution high-drive four-wheeled pieces of junk?"[/b] he whispered in the guards ear, brushing a strand of his blond hair out of his eyes with the edge of his knife. The guard couldn't move, too afraid to do so, and instead shifted his eyes to the side. Jackman followed his gaze to a small room built in the corner, complete with a keypad for security. [B]"Good boy."[/b] He dragged the guard towards the door and waited for Jess to follow (guns were probably better than knives at these kind of threats). When facing the door Jackman leaned in closer to the guard and whispered against his ear again, choking back a laugh. [B]"Enter the code. [i]Now.[/i]"[/B] The guard raised a shaky hand and punched in the code. Jackman wasn't in the mood for patience so he pushed the guard into Jess who - like she knew best - threw a hand over his mouth and pressed her gun into the small of his back. Jackman looked for the make of the car he wanted and the colour, snapping up the keys and walking out. [B]"Great. You coming, Jess?"[/b] [B]"What about -"[/B] Jackman's eyes rolled in the back of his mask and his blade, probably without his knowledge, dug into the guard's stomach. He coughed and spluttered blood into Jess' hand who had to buck back slightly to avoid the knife, a slight look of disgust on her face. Withdrawing his knife Jackman threw it across the guard's throat with a flick of his wrist narrowly nicking Jess' hand. She let go with a cluck of her tongue at Jackman's nature and let the guard fall on his knees, still coughing and spluttering against the stray blood rising in his throat. [B]"Run for it?"[/B] Jess asked looking down at the body. [B]"Uhuh."[/B][/size]

[size=1]Everyone's more optimistic than I expected... there must be something wrong with British high schools =/. Chaos probably said it best and that'd be just to stick it out. I didn't too much like high school for a number of reasons, and even though it's not as dramatic as films make out it can sometimes be worse in it's own way (that's probably just my school so don't worry about that). You'll probably find your way pretty easily. Or you could just do what I do - look for the geeky looking kid in your class and follow him around, they always know where they're going. There was some really obsessive compulsive kid in our class who made a point of memorizing his way around so we all just trailed behind him to find our classes. When I started high school it was okay. Then it all went down hill from there =D. Like I said, that's probably just my high school because it's in one of the scummiest areas of the county and full of inbred rats. You'll probably just get used to it. I start college next week but I'll do better than high school because I get to wear my sunglasses and I only have to stand the place for two years instead of five.[/size]

[size=1]Majorly sorry for the lack of post, I've been wrecking my brain trying to think of something but I'm not sure where to go next. Should I post my character moving out or do something else? (Also Rurouni are you planning on having your character go it alone or would you be interested in hitching along with Anika?)[/size]

[quote name='The13thMan'][FONT="Tahoma"] 5. I lie a lot.[/FONT][/QUOTE] [size=1]Doesn't that really nullify all the points you made previously? =p.[/size]

[size=1]That's cool Matt. We're just waiting for Andrew and DeathKnight to give a post now and then we're ready to move onto the next event. Big O and P.J. (hehe, big O...), are you guys planning on a confrontation during the intro? I was thinking if we waited for Andrew, Matt and DeathKnight you could put your confrontation in the next event. That means I can write about it in the summary too, hehe. But it's totally up to you two and it doesn't mean you can't post again in the intro stage - in fact, you probably can, to build things up a little.[/size]

[size=1]Pokemon, hands down. But I think pretty much anyone can beat that in their sleep XD. It's the only game I'm actually good at, haha.[/size]

[size=1]I guess the only reason they put this off for so long is because they didn't invent a strong enough hair product XD. I've seen a lot of pictures, but it's hard to distinguish which are fan-made ones or not. I haven't checked Wikipedia, though. I don't know about you but I can only assume that it's going to be one of the cheesiest films ever... I mean, Dragonball was pretty cheesy in its own right... I have no idea how people are going to take the movie seriously. I'd be a lot more interesting if it were a DBZ movie, too, but I'm not sure how that'd go down. I can see that going badly too... just like the series went towards the end XD.[/size]

[size=1]I stay up all night long until about 7 or 8 in the morning and sleep through most of the day. If you don't believe me, consider the time difference between where you are and where I am, then notice at your midnight I'd still be online =p. I won't go outside without my sunglasses on. That and they're prescription so I can't actually see without them, but if I could see without 'em I wouldn't take them off. Normally, I give myself some kind of excuse to get up and walk around. Mostly so I can think about stuff, day dream, or just... move, haha. It takes me twice as long to write things because I'm always getting up and fetching things. [spoiler]Hurting people/yourself is better than sex. More of a thrill. Hehee.[/spoiler] I don't seem to get too stressed out when everyone is falling a part around me. Normally I'm the one there laughing or encouraging people to fight amongst themselves and argue, haha. I make a point of being really really violent because I'm short. That's right, it's little man syndrome! I like the switch lights on and off for no apparent reason at all. And if I switch one off I have to check I have (even when there's no light at all) by running my hand over it again, maybe twice or so. Sometimes I take really random walks so I can have a little mind wanderer or listen to some music (and still let my mind wander). I'm sure other people do this though. I collect bottlecaps and lids, too. A part from that, I reckon I'm pretty normal.[/size]

[size=1]Haha, actually that's pretty much true. The idea is to have a nice peaceful happy world with barely any freedom, to keep people under control. But, obviously, that didn't happen because people won't take these laws, and the only reason half of us won't get caught is because the police aren't up the scratch and the Government is too enthralled in their own little world of money and power. Plus, some criminals (like the guys over in Neapolis) bring money and power into certain areas.They gotta be careful who they arrest incase they mess up their own game. Treasons would be trying to assassinate Government officials, make war against the Government, attempts to overthrow it, bodily harm against Government officials, imprisonment or restraint of the said Government officials... and because we're playing in such a fucked up world, I suppose calling Government officials nitwits or idiots could somehow be twisted into treason.[/size]

[size=1]"I can count [i]this[/i] high."[/size]

[size=1]When there's Olympics around there's always problems. Like the stupid logo for London - I don't how much they spent on it, but it the biggest pile of crap I've ever seen. You can't even make out what year it's saying =/. No surprise that people are going to complain about it being hosted in Beijing... when there's Olympics around, there's always problems. Anyway, I think it's all too much fuss. But there's one thing that always sticks in the back of my mind when the Olympics are on... ...why the hell is [i]Ping Pong[/i] an Olympic sport? O_o[/size]

[SIZE=1]Yeah, I only want the intro to be a sort of introduction to the characters so everyone gets a feel for them and stuff. The event I'm thinking of is actually going to be linked to the silly idea of Jackman getting paint. That's right, paint =p. I was thinking of having Jackman steal a load of paint from a criminal syndicate or something (keeping in mind that the lack of resources on the planet pretty much means nuclear paint, haha) and the criminals send out a 'reward' for the return of their property, as well as the cops getting involved to stop the whole thing all together. That's an idea I have for event one, which should bring most of the characters together (the vigilantes could be trying to stop all the criminals from getting their hands on the paint or cash, the criminals can try and get their hands on a share of it .ect .ect). As for the other characters (such as DeathKnight's), I'm sure I can find a way to drag them into it. You may think my paint idea is silly, but I don't care, I reckon it's rather spazztastic for a first event XD Oh, and as for the laws, I won't be adding anymore but you can feel free to think of some silly ones. Like television - maybe they only show the clock channel or political programmes to keep you under their control. Think V for Vendetta, only a bit more whacked out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I decided to post a few characters in the game for you guys to use. Omega already mentioned a a Commissioner moments before I was about to post this, haha. So far, we'll just have the Commissioner as an NPC and I'll add more when we need to. I dun think it'll be necessary to add commissioners from other cities until we actually start playing stories over there. If anyone has any characters to add that they think might be useful send me a PM (I'll probably be adding some government bodies soon as well). [B]Commissioner Lloyd Harris[/B] The grim Commissioner of the City of Dis who takes his job very seriously and refuses help from those outside the force. Because of his status, Harris is a very powerful man who holds the entire police community at his arms; he is, like many officials in the city, slightly corrupt and doesn't seem to see the difference between criminals and those trying to help. His son worked as a guard in a nearby Asylum and was killed by one of the inmates (who later escaped) and Harris has, ever since, been obsessed with finding the murderer of his son (as no name was released).[/size]

[SIZE=1]Welcome to the game you two. And don't worry about making it too obscene or anything like that - shoot the kids and drown the neighbors, I'm actually aiming to scare people a little. If anyone else is planning on joining I was thinking maybe we can have a few more heroes/vigilantes in the game. It's really up to you, though. And everyone else... post, damnits. ¬_¬[/size]

[quote name='Sabrina'][FONT="Tahoma"] Anyway, I'd love to visit other places so, tell us about it! :catgirl:[/FONT][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1][I]From the very depths of Hell itself![/I] Actually, I'm from Greater Manchester, close enough though. The City Centre isn't really Hell as such, it's full of wonderful... crap. And a great variety of people. When you go further out you get to the industrial area (or rather, former) which is all run down and full of abandoned factories. The area around there is poor and full of horrible idiots; poor families, poor morals (do your human geography!). Then if you go a bit further out you get the richer areas which are nice - then the areas like New Mills which are full of fields and lovely folks. Unfortunately, the industrial area which is all run down is the largest part of the city. It's where houses were built around, see, which are now council estates. Despite being crap, Manchester has character. Lots of character. Apparently I've been told it's the centre of Art, Higher Education, media and commerce in the North. I'll tell you what adds to the character, the stuff that comes from the city. Mostly the music scene which is still running real strong. If you don't know it, look up the 'Madchester' music scene from 1980 - 1990. Plus, you should see the great people who came from this city (The Happy Mondays, Joy Division, the Smiths, Ian Brown, the Chemical Brothers, Anthony Burgess, Noell Gallagher, Liam Gallagher, Mark E. Smith, Friedrich Engels... loads more, just look it up). The only good thing about the [i]present[/i] Manchester if we ignore it's amazing cultural music past and all that jazz is the Gay Village *shrugs*.[/SIZE]

[CENTER]“Power has been taken away from the people, and so the people make their own power… with guns and knives.” [img]http://a121.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/124/l_434aaf630ef91231b29a2c3a466ee208.png[/img] [B]Black Zeitgeist[/B] [size=1][b]Jackman[/b] played by Vicky [B]Adam Bloom 'Hood'[/b] played by DeLarge [B]The Query[/b] played by Matt [B]Rose Lynn Hayes 'the Doctor'[/b] played by DeathKnight [B]Jess Teer 'Jester'[/b] played by Hebe [B]Alex Tennant 'The Hand'[/b] played by P.J. McKrafty [B]Creed[/b] played by Andrew [B]The Endless[/B] played by the Protoss [B]Alexander V. Eckhart 'Venat'[/b] played by Omega[/center][/size] [font=Tahoma][center]Introduction [Incomplete][/CENTER] [center][img]http://a479.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/120/l_cbf5f96f36c8fe2dc114083744458b2e.png[/img][/center] [B][CENTER]Introduction[/B][/CENTER][/FONT] [size=1] [I]You can’t believe all the things I’ve done wrong in my life Without even trying I lived on the edge of a knife Well, I’ve played with fire but don’t want to get myself burnt To thine own self be true so I think it’s time for a turn.[/I] The colony was an ugly place full of shame and whores with no chance of redemption. It’s only hope for happiness was corrupt; it’s only kindness a bleak little hole in the clouds that came from a star that was slowly dying. What was the point of trying to save Hell? Jackman would never, ever understand why all these ‘kind hearted’ self-proclaimed heroes were suddenly appearing - they were just as bad as the demons they tried to stop. Of course, that only made things more interesting for Jackman. There wasn’t much point in playing games if you were always going to win. It was indeed an ugly, shameful little place, old and dying. But it was beautiful when it cried. Having lived there all their lives no one would cry at the state of their world – but having things suddenly snatched away from you, having a little bit of hope shot out in a second… now that made them cry. At some point, Jackman planned on making the entire city cry, then the colony, and then… maybe, they would [I]shut the fuck up[/I] complaining and blaming everything on the so-called ‘criminals’. It was getting dark now. Jackman glanced up at the warehouse window and acknowledge the sun going behind the pillars of Dis. He ruffled his hair and looked back down at what he was making – a grey box, something he had found in the archives of a museum (that was shut down at the time, no surprise there) and was now attempting to build it with what little technology he had stolen. He worked with a sharp knife screwing parts together and poking at the wires, a serious look in his eyes like he was planning something deadly and this was the greatest scheme ever. It wasn’t a grand scheme, really, the grey box would only give him access to basic coded doors and locks – it helped for warehouse heists and shop security systems. Oh. He needed a number pad. He never thought to steal one of them… He twisted the knife tip under his chin and hummed to himself. Now where was he going to find a number pad? He hadn’t robbed anything like that in awhile – in fact, he hadn’t actually stolen anything at [I]all[/I] in – [B]“Jess!”[/B] he shouted, standing up from the crate and taking a look around. The only reply was his own hollow little echo, which was quite irritating to say the least. He knew full well Jess had been putting her skills to good use. The chances of her robbing something [I]useful[/I] were quite slim, but he supposed it was worth a try. There was a system in the warehouse. Jackman kept the things he didn’t want to share in crates on one side of the ‘house, and he supposed Jess felt obliged to do the same. The only difference was, Jackman wasn’t all too bothered about going through her stuff. He put down his knife and stepped over a few boxes to the far left of the warehouse. He poked at some of the crates with the tip of his boot trying to identify which had been recently used until he came across one with the lid slightly ajar from too much crap packed into it. Delightful. He pushed off the wooden lid and began rummaging through the loot – crap, crap, crap, a bundle of wires, more crap… Well this was interesting and something he was looking for. He hadn’t seen one of these since his trip to the museum almost a year ago – a mobile telephone, or something like that. He sat on the floor and crossed his legs, prying at the phone with his fingernails. When that didn’t work he took out a pocketknife from his boot and jarred it into the plastic until the front flicked off. He grinned. [B]“Hey J-Man, I – what are you doing?”[/B] Jackman ignored her for a moment while he inspected the number pad. It was a little bit small, but he supposed it would have to do. [B]“Where’d you get that?”[/B] Jackman frowned and pointed to the box with his uncut nails. [B]“I suppose you do steal something useful, after all.”[/B] Jess rubbed her temples in irritation but Jackman didn’t see. [B]“This is for a more important cause. My cause, of course.”[/B] He got up and moved past her without so much as a hug or a tap on the shoulder and back to his grey box. Jess followed for a little while behind him and stopped a few metres away while Jackman ignored her some more. [B]“You know I might have needed that.”[/B] [B]“No, you didn’t.”[/B] [B]“Why do you think I stole it?”[/B] Jackman’s mouth twisted into an ugly snarl as he slowly got annoyed with her backchat. [B]“I’ll buy you a goldfish!”[/B] Jackman slammed his fist down on the table and made Jess jump slightly. She shut up with a slight click of her tongue and Jackman continued jabbing the tip of his knife into the grey box, sweating under the mask, boarding the edge of a violent outburst. Sometimes he hated how quiet it was in the warehouse. When Jess walked away to sort out the mess Jackman had made all he could hear were footsteps and his own shaky breath as he tired to ignore them. The walls squelched out the gross misfortunes of his life, a blank brown canvas that made his mind race when he looked at it. No, he didn’t like that. He needed to keep his mind entertained in case he slipped into his own little world of – well, whatever the fuck it was. Something wicked, anyway. [B]“How good are you at robbing paint?”[/b] Jackman shouted across the room (a drastic change from snapping at her before). [B]“What?”[/B] [B]“Paint. Though it’s probably banned by the government.”[/B] Jackman rolled his eyes. [B]“Actually, it is.”[/B] Jess looked over at him from where she was and couldn’t help but grin. [B]“The legal stuff ran out, you can only make that on Earth. They banned all the crap you can make here because it’s toxic.”[/B] Jackman sneered between his teeth. [B]“So there [I]is[/I] something more than blood in that head of yours, girl.”[/B] She didn’t reply to that. [B]“Before you brain dies on me again – as it does oh so often – where would a paint factory have been located?”[/b] [B]“…Neapolis?”[/B] Jackman scratched under his mask. [B]“Hmm. Clever girl.”[/B] Of course, he already [I]knew[/I] the answer to what he asked, this was all just a little bit funny to him. [B]“Well if we want we could go over next week and sea -”[/B] [B]“Ha!”[/B] Jackman dropped his knife into the crate he was working on and pointed a finger at her. [B]“We? No, no, that’s not right at all. I have far too much to do next week than run around for paint all the way to fuckin’ Neapolis – I don’t even [I]like[/I] that place.”[/B] He stood up and stepped forward slightly with his hands behind his back, head slightly inclined like he was something better than everyone else. [B]“After we test this out a few times,”[/b] he tapped the grey box, mismatched and glued together roughly, [B]“I’ll send you off to get paint. How about that?”[/B] Jess rolled her eyes. [B]“Is that before or after I get the goldfish?”[/B] [B]“It’s before I slice your ears off with a blunt butter knife, [I]kid[/I].”[/B] He snarled the last word and watched Jess narrow her eyes at him but keep quiet. His voice was probably the only thing that gave people an idea to his emotion – a cold voice that spiked from sarcasm to hatred, slow and almost snarled most of the time. He sat down over his grey box again and looked up at the window. Yeah, it was dark alright now. He would wait until the glue had dried on the edge of the grey box and – maybe – put on his nice voice and ask Jess to join him for a test-run of the box. He needed someone to pick the lock if it didn’t work, anyway.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Kill myself or die of natural causes. Ain't no way I'm letting a petty mortal take away my life ¬_¬. I'd love to know when I was going to die because I'd have the chance to do everything I wanted to do. And about a day before, I'd probably go on a mass spree with a baseball bat and break the legs of everyone who asked me whether I'm a boy or girl (or something along those lines).[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Six players (including myself) so far. The sign-ups themselves will [i]never[/i] be closed. You know, villains and that lot rise up all the time. So anyone can feel free to sign-up after the game has begun. Also, there'll be no 'accept/reject' system here this time. Why? Because, frankly, it stinks. Everyone deserves a chance (and I fully trust everyone who's signed up so far). The only way you'll be 'rejected' is if you mess up a dozen times during the game or really, really piss me off. When you guys get the chance check the Backstage thread sometime next week (it won't be updated until after Monday). I'll have the laws set down and the system in which the game will be played. Also, I plan on making the storyline more interactive. Basically... I want you guys to think of some good stories as the game progresses. Now it doesn't mean we'll be using your story idea, but it's good to have plans. Again, this won't be done until about the second or third page into the game, maybe a little later. Keep the sign-ups coming folks![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Why so serious? You know you all love the Batman movie. You know you all loved the Joker after that Tim Burton movie, or loved him anyway. You know you all had an obsession to paint yourself like a clown, but just [i]didn't have the paint[/i]. Or is that just me? I couldn't help it!!! XD [img]http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4530/whysoserious2hf0.png[/img] A little obsessed, maybe? =p[/size]