Vicky

[quote name='Premonition'][COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]I knew Doomsday was... well, doomed. It was fun but it didn't have a sting to it. Sting sounds like I wanted it to be rude! XD But it just didn't feel like it had the 'oomph' that it should have had. I don't remember you being harsh either, but I will miss seeing you in the arena. It feels sorta empty without Vicky there. :([/COLOR][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Due to an unbelievable nothing-to-do-ness, I might do another game sometime soon... so screw my original promise, there's no way I can't not do an RPG. And sorry A_M, I think I was reading a bit too fast. That's a good point especially for new gamers, that when you're uncertain you ask. Most of the time, they either don't jump in because they're not sure, and do jump in and get it wrong. The latter is more irritating...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Maybe I should have said that, because I can find the problem now XD Well I think one of the best ideas is for the first part of a game get everyone to 'get to know each other'. Sometimes, my sign-up sheets are far different from my character. When starting the game I often refer to the Inn to get an idea for the small parts of the story. Then when it comes to big involvement, I've seen the characters in action and I have enough information to go about using them properly. Obviously if I'm unsure, I'll ask them about it. There's another point to add - intimidation. Sometimes it works well if you want to keep new players out, but I openly admit I do give [i]everyone[/i] a chance. I think I let Premonition in Doomsday (sorry about that game as well, I was under a bit of stress and really, really harsh haha), and I let a very, very new gamer in Gifts and Curses. The problem is, despite this, no one wants to join because it looks intimidating. If you're willing to give new players a hand and trust them (good example: Darren! Best new RPGer I've ever seen haha), then don't try and make your games too intimidating. Smilies and jokes work XD. And if you portray yourself as friendly you'll get newer people. If you're overly controlling, even arrogant, you can scare the kids off. Offering help constantly works good too, and like I said, giving people a chance if you think you can help the new guys out. I really hate it when new players don't get in games without a chance - how do they get experience, if no one wants to let them?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Communication! Talking with players and [strike]threatening them to post[/strike] asking their opinions normally works. Making them get involved keeps them alive for longer, and their character. If the player disappears for awhile, and their character is off on some solo quest, then they're likely to die out and never get back in the game. I'd have to disagree with the whole idea of asking permission to use someone's character. I think the characters are all part of the story, they have to be involved in your posts. If you as an RPGer can't grasp the [i]idea[/i] of a character by their sign-up, then either the person who created the character has one whack sign-up sheet or you're not that good. If you improvise with someone else's character then you should ask afterwards if it's okay, but I find that if you go ahead and try your best to keep everyone in character, the story flows better. It's more interesting for everyone else - no one is picking up from their last post because someone else has posted and changed the direction of the characters to suit the game. I'd also agree with the title thing. The format of a game also helps, too. I normally leave threads alone if the title looks 'dodgy', the look and feel of an RPG is normally what draws me too it. Good graphics sometimes help and a nicely laid out piece. Personally, one of my most favourite techniques is have fun. Especially as the creator. If you're laid back, they're normally the same (although I tend to start off my RPGs a bit harshly, looking for the best players and then sitting back). If you make good friends with your players you'll also find your characters doing the same thing - Gifts and Curses, for example. I still miss the players in that, and most of us ended up becoming pretty good friends. When you're friends with them, everything becomes instantly easy and falls into place. I think that's the most important then, the relationship you have with your players. Obviously it works differently for me because I start off harshly and then mellow down, but I reckon it's easier if you're getting along with the players. I think that was already mentioned =/[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I have a well weird nickname. The whole 'Goat' thing. It must've been some time ago in Wales, a friend called me 'Space Goat'. I don't even know why, but back in Manchester some guy was too much of an idiot to remember people's names, so I told him my MSN screen name. I figured he'd be able to remember something strange, and he did... as well as telling everyone else my nick name. It just stuck. I prefer people calling me Goat than Vicky, as the majority of my friends in real life didn't know me before I got the nickname. I haven't changed it on OB because I didn't have it when I signed up so the boards are fine, aha. There's actually half a dozen people who don't know my real name. All the little emo fags who stole out hang outs constantly try to get it out of me. There's also a few variations which are funny. 'Ferret Goat' because of my second name, 'Emo Ferret' because I'm always happy and they thought it'd be funny... 'Space Sheep' is what the stoner group call me because they thought it sounded like a super hero name and some lesbian calls me 'Mini Me' because I have the same haircut as her but longer =/. Odd.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Last year I was a Manchester Festival run by a friend of mine. There was a band there and the guitarist asked me if I knew Malcolm Sherratt, who's my brother. I said yes, and he said I looked like him. This dude was pretty cool, and we got talking for a good few months. The most interesting thing was what he told me about 'culture'. A few years ago, he told me how he grew up with a really, really destructive bunch of friends and believe that the British 'culture' was portrayed wrongly by the media and the internet. They were angry at the way things were run in their life and suffered a lot by their own cause, but they stuck together and weeded out the dickheads in their mist. He said they made their own 'culture' in the end - and today, the band members were the survivors of that culture. But my friend has something in common with me, a disease which I will not say anything about for my own reasons. This year the Festival was on again and I saw his band. We hadn't spoken for some time and whilst he was there, he gave me his old journal from 'back in the day'. I read it, and shit, it was interesting. The things in it were either sickening or mind blowing - but the thing was, it was all true. And it inspired this. The ideas are half my own and theirs. I start each part with a new journal entry, edited, and then I decided to write my impression from that. Comments'd be apperciated =). Also, I up'd the dates in the journal because I have next to no knowledge of 1987 XD. And yeah I'm well aware the title is 'Vulture Culture' the other way around =p. Also, please note, this is jsut an introduction. There's some well interesting bits to come![/SIZE] [CENTER][IMG]http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/6218/culturevultureau8.png[/IMG][/CENTER] [align=justify][B][U]April 10th, 1997.[/U] The Reasons Explaining the Obsessive Nature of my Alcoholic Consumption and Drug Usage.[/B] You should never judge without trying, or putting yourself in their shoes. So, here are my reasons, in the hopes one day you will find this, whoever you are, or I will read it again, and laugh. When nothing ever goes right anymore, you lay down every night out of your mind from an excessive amount of depressive philosophical decay you built yourself, feeling a small inkling of acceptance is all that matters to you. You can never be in a large group because of this disease and that's all you need - people. But when you're alone, you're killing yourself with paranoid ideas and made up deceptions of your closest friends. Alcohol and drugs take all that away. You're dancing the idiot's dance, but somehow the normal life patterns of fear, anxiety and paranoia seem stupid. You can sit in a group and let them absorb everything - this is all you need, people, to talk with - and when you go home intoxicated out of your mind you can laugh and smile and nod when you fall asleep, dreaming of an ecstasy world. For that moment, you're happy. The days of pain and worthlessness pay off for that one time in which you are happy. Can you understand? [center]*[/center] These were the destructive days. There was nothing they cared about, nothing to care about, hardly anything to hope for. Well, most of them created this shithole with the drugs, but some of them were already in it and they got drawn deeper. The only place for a boy who feels lost is to stay with the homeless, who dug themselves a grave of hallucinations and over dosing many years ago. It had gone past midnight by now. The air was damp and cold, probably going to rain in a bit, and the sky was overshadowed by grey clouds. British weather didn?t stop for the moonlight. It didn?t matter how much it rained, though, they were protected by the concrete bridge and a large amount of vomit and blood on their clothing. Despite the dark atmosphere, they were laughing. A small group, standing up and laughing. They didn?t know what they were laughing at, either too stoned, too drunk or too drugged up to actually figure out the joke. One boy was boy bounced around from one foot to the other, like he was dancing the idiot?s dance, unable to keep still. He?d been like that for hours. There were three, however, who had strayed from the group and slummed at the side of the concrete wall, half slumbering in a ditch of rain water and muck. One boy looked pale, his head lolled to the side and his green eyes rolling the back of his head, black hair matted against his forehead. ?Aye, s?wrong?? his friend placed a large paw on his shoulder and shook his leather jacket. The boy nearly threw up in dizziness. ?It?s ma birthday?? he replied, forcing a grin. His friend looked surprised. ?Yeah?? ?Uhuh?? The large boy blurted out incoherency to the group, who stopped their laughing to pay attention, even though they couldn?t hear a thing. He couldn?t make his jaw move properly to the words, slurring, tripping, slipping all over the letters and grammar. Seth, the boy whose date of birth was now the subject of his disorganised monster friend, wasn?t still smiling a little, despite the sickening feeling piling up in his tiny stomach. He was young, just finished high school, with no care of society?s labelling system. Seth wore what he want, which normally included black and girl?s clothes, when he felt like it, considering he was incredibly skinny. ?Seth, oi,? he was nudged again by the paw of Chewie, named so for his size and his tendency to actually remind people of a god-damn Star Wars big foot. Seth moved his hand away and let his head fall on his shoulder. He could feel the world spinning around him even with his eyes closed, everything in motion and he was travel sick now. None of it scared him, he?d been here before. Always here, wishing he could stay, even though no one ever really could. Chewie never did give up when he was being ignored. Even when the kid had passed out he insisted on asking him questions, unaware he wasn?t actually getting any answers. Seth had laid there for awhile. Of course, he wasn?t aware of anything that was going on around him, being unconscious. His friends weren?t even aware of him passing out, either. They were too caught up in tunnels of their own. One boy, however, more of a man than anything else, had noticed Seth drenched from the rain water in the gutter. He smirked. Jacko walked as unbalanced as his mental state and his appearance. He was an incredibly tall, lanky man, with piercings and chains that seemed dotted all over him in the most random pattern possible. When let down, his hair went to his shoulders, a mixture of brown, black and blond, although he normally kept it stuck out in all directions with a vast amount of hair gel. He was leaning over Seth, still smirking. ?We should put a hole in his face. Just for the fuck of it.? He told everyone with a grin. No one was in the state of mind to disagree, and no one would disagree on the grounds that Jacko was intoxicated since he always seemed to strut around in the same disorderly fashion. ??e ain?t gunna be ?appy?? Chewie told him. Jacko looked quite offended. ?I?m doing him a favour. Shut up.? Chewie did the action of drawing a zipper over his mouth, nodding weakly at Jacko. Jacko smirked again, leaning closer to Seth. A few of the others had gathered around now, although Jacko was by no means being sinister. Seth was almost like a brother to him, it was a scary thought to think that Seth was influenced by this man. Jacko took out a ring from his left ear and licked the tip of it. Pretty sharp. ?Happy Birthday.? He was careful about it, aware that Seth?s face had been in the water for so long it was probably numb now. He wouldn?t feel any pain. Jacko didn?t want to hurt Seth, no intentionally; nothing in the world was intentional. He patted Seth on the head, putting the ring in the middle of his lip. Someone behind him laughed and another winced when Jacko closed the ring on Seth?s lip. Seth jolted, if he hadn?t been so monged out on an impossible amount of drugs and booze, maybe he would?ve woken from the pain. He didn?t. He just lay there, as before, now with a long thick line of blood going down his chin. ?Oh, shit,? Jacko looked over at Chewie who, too, seemed too tired to keep his big head from falling. And now he had a stream of vomit down his chest. Jacko grimaced and kicked him over, laughing when the big man groaned. ?The night?s young, my gents,? Jacko turned around to the rest of his friends and bowed, slipping back dodgily a little, ?and the party begins here.? [center]*[/center] You could sleep for weeks after a day like that, never waking up, but you would always see the next day as the ?morning after?. Seth could feel he was awake before opening his eyes, his mouth dry and his entire body aching. He could smell water and liquor, plus a mixture of other things that weren?t on his clothes the night before. Anything that had given Seth the motivation to even speak the night before had gone, right now he felt that if he woke up he couldn?t go a second without something going hopelessly wrong. He?d been dragged away from something that let him be ? now he had to face the real world which was spitting in his face for last night. He finally did manage to open his eyes and noticed he wasn?t in his home. The room was small, with a large window at the foot of the sofa he was lay on and another chair just across from him. The TV was small, it didn?t work at all, and the walls to the room were painted a shallow red, damp from the water. The carpet was a mess, torn in places, with cigarette burns on it. Seth breathed in and turned to the wall behind him to make sure he was right about his location. The wall was not painted red, it had been scratched away to leave an odd white colour, with markings, writing, carvings and even fingerprints of blood on the walls. The words were muddled, most of them telling long true tales of upset and anger. ?You slept through a night of parties and booze.? Jacko appeared at the door all of a sudden, in a change of clothes, now in black jeans, a slim band shirt and a pair of sunglasses. His hair was wet and dripping over his face and a piercing missing from his left ear, Seth noticed. The sunglasses Jacko always wore the morning after any event. ?Shit?? Seth mumbled, feeling an ache in his lip as he spoke. He paid no attention. Jacko smiled and stepped away from the door frame. He made his way across the small room, almost tripping over his boots and walking into the armchair. He managed to get to the sofa, shifting Seth?s feet and sitting beside him. He smiled again, in silence for awhile, before turning to Seth. ?Your mother called. I told her I thought it was too dark for you to walk home, so I let you stay over. And I told her I was taking you to the movies today. I said if it was too dark again, you can stay here for another night.? He explained. ?Thanks?? Jacko smiled. ?We?re going to Ashton, Seth, to see this new band, Buff. They?re not famous, but they?re a good band.? Jacko spoke so gently and so kindly that it was hard for anyone to say no. He would have been patronising, if the man hadn?t known Seth for so long. Seth smiled, nodding. ?But I can?t stay in these clothes for another day.? ?You can borrow some of mine. Stay here.? Jacko patted Seth?s leg, standing up shakily and walking out of the door. Seth sat there in silence with a headache that was pretty much putting his vision down the drain. He felt like he was going to cry, but it didn?t seem right in Jacko?s apartment. He frowned at the pain in his lip, pretty sure that damn Chewie did something. He touched his finger to the pain, feeling nothing but cold metal. Jacko walked back in, pausing at Seth?s expression. ?What have you done to me??[/align]

[SIZE=1]>=D I have a mohawk (mohican sounds better), just to get that out of the way, and it rocks. But let's not get into any arguments about that before anyone starts. It's actually a lot longer now, when it's down and to the side it goes in the middle of my ear and it's a really thick mohawk because then it stays up for days and days. Clever. It's black and white. I kept a bit on the sides and bleached it white, black through the middle. I dyed my hair tons of colours. Black, red, purple, brown, green, and blue. Opposite sex? None, don't care about men. I don't really find them that appealing aha... but men with short hair kinda suck. If it's longish, then it's fine. Or skinheads. Skinheads are quite nice - so it's either skin head of long hair![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Aha, that fits perfectly fine! Sorry to drop another question, but do we get a posting order in the next episode? I won't be here on the weekend, I get back sometime on a Sunday night. Shit, I'm never here on the weekend... I can post Friday night. I just don't want to leave anyone in the dark about me whereabouts, is all ^_^[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][I]I am tired. It's 3am, and I don't like this post, but it's the best I could do. Sorry ^_^;;[/I] The Doctor, the real one, seemed less than pleased about the situation. Dani wasn?t all that pleased either ? the bloody clone copied his hairstyle! But, on a much more serious note? he didn?t see how they were going to get out of this. Tarina, who Dani had assumed he could trust at one point, was still smirking at them both at the other side. [B]?You have no idea of the great favour you have done for our civilisation. Cloning clones for a thousand years has had? severe effects on our society,?[/B] Tarina smiled, but it wasn?t a warm smile. [B]?We really can?t thank us enough.?[/B] [B]?You can?t do this.?[/B] The Doctor said, [B]?you have no idea what you?re doing!?[/B] Dani was a bit taken aback. He hadn?t heard this side of the Doctor yet ? obviously the situation was much direr. Well, Dani kind of figured? a thousand Doctors running around the Universe? Could have its advantages? then again? [B]?I don?t know why you?re so defensive about this. We?re only using your DNA; the difference in clones and the real deal is drastic. Think of yourselves as blueprints. After all, we do have the right to survival.?[/B] Dani frowned. [B]?That?s me though! You can?t go ?round copyin? people! You didn?t even ask!?[/B] Tarina shrugged. [B]?You would have said no.?[/B] She nodded at the cloned Doctor. [B]?Stay here and watch them. Remember, he?s as cunning as you. If not more.?[/B] She walked off, still smirking and grinning like she had won. And she probably had done. The Doctor?s wondered about the lab aimlessly with his hands in his pockets, looking back at them once in a while with all the expressions the original Doctor hand. But even Dani could see it, he wasn?t the same as the original. There was the experience of a life time (or ten life times) missing. [B]?There has to be a way out of here,?[/b] the real Doctor stood up from his chair, looking around the cell. [B]?They have no idea what they?re doing.?[/B] Dani was at a bit of a loss of what to do. He just watched the Doctor, who ran his hands across the walls looking for a way out. He stopped near the cell?s opening, which was blocked by a light blue screen. Dani reckoned it was probably some ?force field? crap he?d seen on sci-fi shows. The Doctor placed his hand at the side of it, aware that the control panel for the field was on the other side of the wall. The Doctor then patted down his jacket, stopping in the top pocket and pulling out a small object, grinning at Dani. [B]?Oh! Is that you?re sonic? screwy thing -?[/B] [B]?Sonic screwdriver, opens just about any door in the Universe.?[/B] The Doctor interrupted, looking up at the ceiling. [B]?But even if we do get out here we?ve got me ? him ? it out there to deal with. And no plan beyond that.?[/B] He was looking at his clone from the corner of his eyes, watching him poking at the blank consoles. [B]?He doesn?t seem like you really??[/B] Dani muttered. [B]??course not! He?s a clone! Nothing like the original, but still, we can?t have Time Lord clones running around the Universe - ?[/B] he paused for a moment, looking over at his clone to see if he was watching. [B]?I think we need a plan.?[/B] [B]?Maybe we would use the computer? Tarina let me use it. She said everyone?s linked through the computer.?[/B] [B]??course they are, this whole society seems dependant on technology and clones! It wouldn?t surprise me if they needed the computer to survive for the first few years of ? wait a second! They do! They?re clones who don?t have a childhood to grow and develop and when you?re a child you have people to depend on, parents, family??[/B] he paused for a moment, pacing around, and turning sharply to Dani, [B]?but these clones don?t have parents! They depend on their computer! I?m willing to bet that their computer being broken was just a lie of some sort but if we can disable their computer, the newly created clones have nothing to depend on ? their DNA would distablised!?[/B] Dani raised his eyebrow. [B]?And you know this? how??[/B] [B]?Just a random guess really??[/B] Dani rolled his eyes. [B]?I don?t think shuttin? that thing down?ll work. The computer?s too smart. It looked pretty complicated.?[/B] [B]?Dani Posner, how many computer?s have you broke in your life? Intentionally??[/B] [B]?Half a dozen. I crashed a school computer with a logic test once??[/B] The Doctor grinned. [B]?Then you?ll crash this one!?[/B] [B]?I can?t do that. The thing?s huge? it?s a smart computer, it ain?t goin? to let some half arsed punk break it now.?[/B] He looked over, seeing the Doctor?s clone eyeing them suspiciously. [B]?An? a computer smart enough to make clones is a computer too smart fer me to break with that stupid logic test.?[/B] [B]?If it?s so smart, then the computer knows when it?s broken, just like all your little technology at home. I?m willing to bet that if the computer thinks it?s too damaged to function ? that?ll be your part ? it?s going to shut itself down, then bob?s your uncle.?[/B] The Doctor grinned, obviously satisfied with his plan. [B]?How do you know it won?t kill ?em??[/B] [B]?Nah, it should just knock the new clones out for awhile, scramble their brain patterns, lose everything they were cloned from. They?ll end up like empty shells??[/B] the Doctor looked over at his clone once again and saw he was occupied with a console, then he began to use his sonic screwdriver on the wall, under the assumption the control panel was on the otherside. [B]?When I get this open you need to use the tranquilizer on him, Dani. They?re genetically enhanced and I doubt he?s going to share everything I have ? including compassion ? so be careful.?[/B] Dani nodded. Things were moving along quite fast now, even he wasn?t sure what was going to happen. He glanced nervously at the Doctor, who gave him a serious nod, waiting for a moment. Dani gulped. As soon as the Doctor had successfully removed the force field, his clone had turned around. It took Dani awhile to release, but Dani instantly looked over towards the tranquilizers laying on the table. The clone had followed his gaze and both had ran for it. Dani was nearer and managed to get there first, but not before the clone Doctor had come close enough to apprehend Dani. It was then that Dani had the shocking realisation that these clones ? whatever they had changed in their DNA ? only looked like the real thing. The Doctor?s clone had wrapped his arm around Dani with tremendous strength and Dani, both instinctively and in shock, lifted his arm up and knocked the clone on the head. [I]Thud[/I]. Dani and the real Doctor were quite surprised to see the clone crumple to the floor in one accidentally hit. Dani had expected the clone to be incredibly resistant after that display of power. [B]?I didn?t mean? uh? that was an accident??[/B] Dani spluttered. [B]?No harm done, he looks alive,?[/B] the Doctor said, leaning over his clone to examine it. [B]?They haven?t cloned anything like me before. They haven?t got it right? all that aggression? this one?s unstable. I doubt he?ll live??[/B] Dani looked mortified. [B]?I killed him? I didn?t mean - ?[/B] The Doctor shook his head. [B]?No, they did. Trying to find the short cut to having a perfect life, killing themselves in process. They did it to themselves and had no right to take out DNA.?[/B] [B]?A Masterpiece Society??[/B] Dani mumbled. The Doctor looked at him suspiciously. [B]?That?s just what Adrian said??[/B] Dani smiled. [B]?It?s a book. Well old, an? it?s about how this guy envisioned the perfect society.?[/B] Dani lifted the edge of his t-shirt a bit. [B]?I ain?t a clone, Doc?, I?ve been drawing on myself. Permanently.?[/B] [B]?Well, you better cover that up, we need to find the main computer area. Come on!?[/B] The Doctor had sped off as fast as he could again and Dani followed him as quickly as possible. They ran through the corridors, the Doctor turning corners everywhere, although Dani was sure he didn?t know where he was going. It was hard to tell if they were going in circles, as well. Everything looked the same. When they came to a clone of someone they had yet to see, the Doctor slowed down and put his hands in his pockets, walking past casually and nodding. To both their surprise, the clone did not seem to be alarmed, and simply greeted them back with a polite nod before returning to the papers he was carrying. [B]?Doctor, where we goin???[/B] [B]?Straight ahead. The paintings are the maps here, the entire complex is circular with different coloured paintings depending on the circle you?re in and the closer you are to the middle where I assume the main part of the computer is. The paintings go in a rainbow ? white is what we?re looking for.?[/B] [B]?How?d you figure that out??[/B] [B]?Just a guess.?[/B] Dani wasn?t going to doubt that guess. An alien with a thousand years of experience was bound to be right at almost every turn. And he did indeed seem to be right. After awhile and running and causal walking, the two came to corridors with white paintings. Empty corridors, almost darker than the rest of them? colder, even. They continued walking and didn?t encounter anyone. The walk towards the main computer was long and kind of creepy to Dani, though he stuck it up and didn?t let it bother him. When they reached what seemed fitting for a ?main computer? area, Dani smirked. The room itself was circular, just like many others, with a large metallic beam running through the middle, through the roof and through the floor. It had panels and wires all around it, and panels decorating the walls around the room. The Doctor ran to the far side of the room, the whirring of his sonic screwdriver popping open a nearby panel and he set to work. [B]?See if you can work the computer well enough for your logic test.?[/B] Dani nodded and walked over to a panel. He breathed in at the sight of it, fully aware that he seemed to be having a lot of bad luck with computers lately. He breathed in and touched the panel below with his hand, watching the 3D, glowing computer systems flash up before his eyes. As he was doing this, the entire society ? the clones, how they came here, everything ? had been flashing through his mind. The computer, reading that, brought up a small search box before his eyes, asking in neon green letters what he would like to search. Dani reckoned this was better practice than anything else. He thought of the term ?Masterpiece Society? and watched the words appear. The computer searched it, bringing up two glowing files: ?The Masterpiece Society by Michael Lank? and ?The Masterpiece Society Computer Personality Programme?. [B]?Doctor, there?s a computer programme titled after the book??[/B] Dani shouted. The Doctor came waltzing past, clearly preoccupied with a small computer chip in his hand. Dani stepped aside but didn?t take his palm off the panel. The Doctor looked at him for a moment and then to the panel, putting the chip away and placing his hand on it. The computer brought up the same interface as Dani?s. [B]?Oh, you are a beauty. Predictable Interface Software? very smart? there?s nothing wrong with you, you can think for yourself??[/B] Dani raised an eyebrow. Why was the Doctor talking to the computer? [B]?The colonist must have come here in bad shape. They must have programmed this computer to help them survive? thinking for itself? it adapted a personality from a book. The opinions and world of its author? and the colonist relied so much on this computer that they began to [i]think[/i] like it??[/B] the Doctor removed his hand slowly and Dani wondered if he was still sure of himself. [B]?If it thinks for itself like a perfectionist, I can shut it down. I just need the right? application? if it?s got ?em.?[/B] Dani said. [B]?We can still shut it down, right? I mean? can?t ?ave two Doctors runnin? ?round??[/B] The Doctor seemed to dwell on it, but only for a moment. He sprinted off back to his work, placing the chip back in. [B]?I?m bypassing all the security codes and this should make things easier for you??[/B] it was then the Doctor continued ranting in technobabble that Dani only half understood, so he zoned out for a minute. A computer with a personality? he began to wonder if it was alive? even sentient? [B]?Alright, give that a shot.?[/B] The Doctor suddenly interrupted Dani?s thoughts and Dani gave the computer a mental impression he wanted to view the Personality File. The computer opened the file and the colours disappeared, being replaced by a red ?hello?, taking Dani aback a bit, [B]?The computer should think you built it! Pretty good eh??[/B] Dani nodded and scanned the files that were appearing before him. He knew what to do now and began editing the right files, surprised how easy this was. [B]?I?m sorry, we can?t allow you to do that.?[/B] A voice, familiar, especially to Dani, warned them from behind. Dani didn?t break away from what he was doing and continued working, tapping at the panel. He let the Doctor deal with it. [B]?Do you think it?s right you were created with his DNA? A print of his life??[/B] the Doctor inquired to the clone of Dani which seemed, for lack of a better word, pretty pissed off. [B]?You don?t have any of his memories or experiences and you think it?s right to wear his clothes and talking like him??[/B] [B]?I?m not concerned with what?s right or wrong.?[/B] [B]?Ah, ?course you?re not, doesn?t really matter, you?re just an infant. Created by a computer and you?re still not used to thinking by yourself, are you??[/B] the Doctor walked around, stalling Dani for time, [B]?I don?t think you could even survive properly with out this machine here??[/B] he tapped the computer lightly with the tip of his converse, grinning. The clone did not reply. It turned to Dani. [B]?You must stop.?[/B] It ordered. Dani glanced at him with the corner of his eye. [B]?You don?t even talk like me, man. That?s some pretty crappy clonin?? the other one was better? more personality??[/B] Dani mumbled. [B]?Dani, I think this one was just created a few moments ago; you need to hurry up, right now it?s bests interests are its survival.?[/B] The Doctor warned. [B]?Almost done.?[/B] The clone continued warning Dani to no avail. Dani located something that made his task much easier ? a query programme. It was easy to understand ? it was like a human, but if you changed the coding and circuits, the computer?s personality changed. Now it thought it could not function if it were wrong? and it would shut down. Dani began this inquiry to the computer. He smirked, using an old ?statement paradox? technique to confuse it. While the computer calculator his question, he typed in another paradox, and another, and another? [B]?Back away!?[/B] Dani was suddenly swung around by his own clone, breaking away his connection to the computer. The clone was about to drag Dani away when it suddenly stopped, a confused look on its face and suddenly reeling back in pain. Dani looked around for an explanation and found it immediately. The Doctor had but himself to work on another part of the machine with his sonic screwdriver, finishing quickly and standing back up. He waved the screw driver at Dani with a grin. [B]?Feedback loop. Should give me a bit of a headache.?[/B] Dani smiled. He would have never thought of that. There was suddenly a flicker in the lights. Dani and the Doctor looked up, a whirring sound coming from the components of the computer. Dani assumed and hope his ?logic test? he used on the computer had worked. [B]?We haven?t got much time, come on!?[/B] The Doctor dragged Dani away from the computer, running out of the door with the same energetic speed he always had. And just as Dani was about to follow, something grasped his boot. His clones. In the flickering lights his clones still seemed to be alive and kicking, although it was barely called life. His head was shaking as well as most of his body, his face angry more than anything else, though it didn?t last for long. The computer, having been proven wrong by Dani?s paradoxes, was shutting itself down; the clones, newly born, had nothing to survive with. [B]?Dani!?[/B] the Doctor prompted. Dani shook his foot loose and started after the Doctor. The shutdown spread almost like a crawl throughout the complex, flickering the illuminated hallways into dismal grey darkness, the only light coming from the outlandish world outside. Dani kept up with the Doctor as best he could, wondering where the hell he got his energy from. The Doctor knew where he was going and what he was doing. In a matter of moments Dani?s thoughts no longer dwelled on becoming lost in the darkening complex as they found themselves on a familiar corridor, one which they had first entered upon arrival and the TARDIS waiting quietly at the end of it. [B]?Wait, how do we know it?ll even work??[/B] Dani blurted. [B]?They can restart the systems but they can?t bring back our clones and by the time they get their computer out of it?s mood swing our DNA will be useless.?[/B] The Doctor seemed almost pleased with himself as he went to open the TARDIS door. Dani was about to smile, but he felt someone watching him. He turned, seeing the familiar face of someone he would have assumed was a friend and her partner in crime stood at the archway. The Doctor noticed it too and paused. [B]?You?ve condemned us.?[/B] [B]?We did no such thing, Adrian.?[/B] The Doctor stated firmly. [B]?I am not Adrian. My name is Seth Kovar, the leader of this colony.?[/B] Dani thought for a moment that maybe the name ?Seth? was as old as the colony, and just another man cloned constantly. [B]?We [i]need[/i] our computer back.?[/B] Tarina said. The Doctor thought for a moment. [B]?It may take time, but I think you can adapt to life without that? machine. You let it go mad and it created a society for you out of a book... and you believed it, really. Programmed into your brains that you had to be perfect. That?s not what human beings are for.?[/B] Seth shook his head. [B]?Then human beings are inferior.?[/B] [B]?Well, it was a human being who helped me break your computer.?[/B] Seth raised his head a little and was at a loss of what to say. The Doctor, having finished with his explanation, opened the door to his time machine and stepped in backwards. Dani did the same, stopping when Seth addressed him. [B]?What did you do to our computer??[/B] Dani smiled. [B]?It was already sure everythin? ?ad to be perfect, and the Doc? did a load of fiddling with the machine anyway. He scrambled a load of stuff for me, and then all I did was tell it a paradox an? ask for the answer. It didn?t know it, so it kinda decided it wasn?t perfect enough for you guys.?[/B] He smiled, but the smile quickly faded away when Seth didn?t reply. Dani stepped into the TARDIS and closed the door, wondering if this was the kind of thing the Doctor did everyday?[/SIZE]

[quote name='Allamorph'][FONT=Arial]What, you didn't actually think we were using them for [I]humor[/I], did you? [/FONT][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1][I]Quiet you. ¬_¬[/i] Blonde jokes, I found my joke book! Q: Why did the blonde stare at the can of frozen orange juice for two hours? A: Because the can said "concentrate" on it. Q: How do you make a blonde laugh on Saturday? A: Tell her a joke on Wednesday. Q: What is the blonde doing when she holds her hands tightly over her ears? A: Trying to hold on to a thought. Q: How do you plant dope? A: Bury a blonde. Q: How do you get a one-armed blonde out of a tree? A: Wave to her. Q: How do you confuse a blonde? A: You don't. They're born that way. Q: Why do blondes hate M&Ms? A: They're too hard to peel. Q: How do you drive a blonde crazy? A: Give her a bag of M&Ms and tell her to alphabetize them. Q: Why don't blondes call 911 in an emergency? A: She can't find the number 11 on the telephone buttons. Q: What do you do when a blonde throws a pin at you? A: Run! She's got a hand grenade in her mouth. Q: How do you keep a [strike]blonde[/strike] [i]idiot[/i] in suspense? A: I'll tell you tomorrow. XP Q: How do you sink a submarine full of blondes? A: Knock on the door.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Here's a real life joke [strike]me! Aha! I'm a joke![/strike]. I was in the pizza shop ordering a pizza, and the guy says "do you want it cutting into six slices or twelve?" and I went "six, there's no way I could eat twelve". =/ And by the way, Chuck Norris jokes... worse jokes in the world. Sorry, they just kinda suck. I'll edit this post when I find my joke book. I have some awesome pick-up lines for you guys ;).[/SIZE]

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy'][COLOR="DarkOrange"] I believe I've been using [B]Tresseme[/B] or something like that... I have to use a lot of shampoo and conditioner cuz I have long, crazy, thick hair.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Tresemme all the way. That stuff is gold. It smalls professional and when it rains, my hair smells AWESOME. Also, they have the freeze hold spray. I had my mohawk up for three days with it and it was raining an awful lot. It just didn't fall down and my hair smelt whack (in a good way) too. Tresemme is the way to go. As for body wash I don't actually use any. Sometimes I have to shower twice in a day if I have my mohawk up, so there's no point. It just makes people smell worse to be honest. Besides, I spray my clothes with perfume, aftershave and deordant, just to make sure no one can smell me (though I'm pretty sure two showers a day keeps the smell away). I find water does more by itself than body wash or anything, it's just irritating and feels unclean anyhow.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Weee, nearly done my post ^_^ I'll be posting it tomorrow unfortunately because right now I have the motivation of... something... unmotivated. But, I was also wondering when the 2-part episodes would be appearing. I have some stuff to do in the first few weeks of school, so if I know how soon or far away the longer episodes will be I can balance things properly. Thoroughly enjoying writing these long posts though =D. Can't wait 'til Ozy dives in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I don't want to pull anything off topic but I was wondering, Mr. Lethargy (haha), I thought you could die from your first try? Ecstasy, I mean. An allergic reaction or something. Apparently, the reason it has such a bad reputation, is people can take it for the rest of their life and live... or some unlucky person can take it once and fall flat on their face. Or maybe that's to do with dehydration... Though I think in terms of ecstasy it depends on the person as much like any other drugs. Once again I'll use a friend as an example, but he took ecstasy and simply because of the way he was he hated it and was majorly down for days. He definitely wasn't feeling in touch with anyone, energetic or happy. Maybe he took something else with it. What I'm trying to say is maybe it's important to consider the way you react to things or your own condition and the way drugs will change those reactions before you do anything. Another example, I can't do drugs near a group of people (clubs or parties) because I don't react well to large groups (I wouldn't [i]be[/i] at a club that's filled with so many people, but that's not my point).[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Recreational drugs are only bad for those who're too young and can't handle the effects. If you've got your GCSEs and other important things happening in your life, drugs could be bad. And if you're too young to know what 'moderation' is, then... yeah, bad (though personally my idea of 'moderation' is an imaginary place that exists wherever I am XD ). I think other people have said it before, but if people can't control their drug use and let it slip out of hand, then that's their fault. Unless it somehow wasn't there fault, but I've been around drug users for a very long time. One friend who was forced to have... something or other... not sure what it was... became addicted. It wasn't her choice nor her fault it ruined her life - [i]but[/i] she did have the intelligence to get it back together. Now if you can do that and you're aware of how much you take, fair does, go for it. Probably a lot of people will frown on me for this because of my age but I've done quite a few drugs. Speed was the funniest XD Drinking aye? Nothing anyone says about that is going to affect me. Lowering or higher the drinking age won't affect me. But really, there's a baaaad booze problem in Britain. Thugs, mostly. Luckily I'm not a thug.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well despite what God says, gay men and women throw [i]awesome[/i] parties =D. I love you little sinners. Anyway, to the subject at hand. I think some people have said it, but teaching homosexuality in schools wouldn't make a difference. There have been many schools (including my own) that didn't teach sex education at all, and most people have gotten along fine. I think it's more about experience (not nescessarily hands on... aha, pun) than learning it from a text book. You find most young people learn from the media, their parents, or even their friends. However, whether these sources are giving homosexuality justice is beyond me. Also, no matter what age you teach kids about sex, it's always going to be a joke. My brother came home laughing about it, whether that's his immaturity or not, I doubt the classes even work. You're either teaching kids too young to understand the concept, or they're old enough and already know and are laughing in the teacher's face. I just think it's a bit pointless. Maybe very simple, basic knowledge would be alright to teach in schools, but they should leave the real discovery to the kids themselves.[/SIZE]

[CENTER][B][U]Episode Two: Masterpiece Society[/U][/B] The Doctor and Dani arrive on Koschei III in 2204, one of Earth's longest surviving colonies for over a thousand years and a civilisation built entirely out of genetically enhanced human clones for the perfect, peaceful, masterpiece society. But the colonists are suffering from genetic disorders brought on by thousand of years of cloning and seem more than interest fresh samples of DNA...[/CENTER] [I][size=1]’Alright… so it’s bigger on the inside than the outside… what’d you expect from an’ Alien?’[/I] Dani thought to himself walking around the TARDIS console and looking up. It was definitely an odd shaped room, quite creative really, and it was definitely an odd machine. The Doctor himself seem engrossed in its control at the moment, whizzing around the console and flicking levers and switches. Dani smiled a little, looking at one of the consoles and then over to the Doctor. [B]“So ‘ow’s this work then?”[/B] he asked. The Doctor looked up briefly and went back to whatever he was doing, mumbling something scientific under his breath. [B]“It’s complicated, one of the last in the Universe,”[/b] he told his new companion, touching the console almost nostalgically, [B]“very complicated machine, far too complicated for silly little humans to be flying it around the Universe!”[/B] he ran off again, moving another switch. [B]“Well, could I learn? I mean… I’m good with computers…”[/B] The Doctor was still occupied with his machine, so Dani left him to it and decided to go over what he had in his bag. The TARDIS shuddered for a moment, causing Dani a bit of concern. He just hoped the Doctor really [i]did[/i] know how to fly his machine. Dani began going through his bag, taking out a studded jacket, hairspray, his laptop, a spare pair of clothing and a few odd parts of his laptop. He decided while the Doctor was busy he would quickly swap t-shirts to the more classy, black and white Clash shirt he had bought the other week. He rejoined the Doctor near the console and tried to figure out exactly what he was doing. Dani had no such luck, and he decided not to ask, either. [B]“A tattoo?”[/B] the Doctor suddenly spoke up, rising his eyebrow at a small red star just above Dani’s elbow that had been concealed by the previous t-shirt. [B]“I never understood you humans and the need to draw on yourselfs – especially permanent! – but I suppose you’ll grow up, eh? In fact here’s an interesting group of humans you’ll meet – have you ever been to the future, Dani Posner?”[/B] Dani’s jaw dropped. [B]“You travel in time? I guess that explains London Bridge…”[/B] The Doctor beamed, standing with one hand on a large lever. [B]“Hold on tight.”[/B] He pulled down the lever, sending the TARDIS hurdling across the galaxy in a violent shudder, knocking Dani to the floor without warning. The trip only lasted for a few seconds and ended with a sudden jolt and a groan from the ship. Dani got up slowly, breathing heavily and sighing in relief. [B]“Wh…where are we?”[/b] The Doctor grinned, pointing towards the doors. [B]“Take a look.”[/B] Dani glanced and shook his head. [B]“Nooo way man, you first. I don’t want to be gettin’ me face mauled by vampires or whatever…”[/B] The Doctor shrugged, pulling up his jacket and racing forward out of the door. Dani followed him… quite hesitant, to say the least. They had landed at the end of a long corridor, painted white all the way a long with a few plants dotted here and there. Paintings hung off the walls and arches led off in every direction, like the building was accommodating an awful lot of people. Despite this, there didn’t seem to be anyone around. Dani stepped out of the TARDIS, closing the door carefully and looking around. This clean-cut lifestyle wasn’t what he was used to. [B]“Well, we’re quite far from your little flat, Dani,”[/B] the Doctor said looking out of a nearby window. Dani glanced over his shoulder and was suddenly taken aback by the green and red sky outside over an outlandish, alien landscape. [B]“I’m pleased you like the view.”[/B] The Doctor and Dani spun round to find a man, middle aged and dressed in a plain black and grey suit stood beside one of the arches with a young blonde woman beside him. He nodded at both the Doctor and Dani, smiling. [B]“You have made an unexpected arrival here… and through quite unconventional means…”[/B] he looked over at the TARDIS, then back to the Doctor, [B]“my name is Adrian, the chief engineer of this complex. As always we offer our hospitality to any guests, but unfortunately you have come at a rather… unfortunate time…”[/B] The Doctor stepped forward with a grin. [B]“Excellent! I’m the Doctor, and this is Dani. So tell me, what’s so unfortunate about this time? Hm?”[/B] he inquired. Adrian hesitated for a moment and looked down. [B]“Our main computer seems to be having some… difficulties. We have it under control, though it will take a few weeks to repair. Tarina and myself are the only ones qualified for the repairs and we simply cannot do it quickly enough.”[/B] [B]“What, on the [I]entire[/I] colony, only you two know how to fix the computer?”[/B] the Doctor asked, rather sceptical. Adrian looked confused. [B]“Of course.”[/B] [B]“I’m sure we could explain along the way,”[/B] the woman, presumably Tarina, interrupted. [B]“Would you like to follow us?”[/B] Dani looked over at the Doctor. He was worried, just a little. The Doctor, however, seemed more than confident in what he was doing. Exploring a colony was nothing out of the ordinary, Dani supposed he had nothing to be afraid of. The two engineers led the Doctor and Dani further into the complex, winding through white corridors that looked identical except for the differences in paintings. [B]“Our main computer was brought here over a thousand years ago as part of the Earth ship’s systems. It has been updated and improved, although the original components are wearing thin after so long. We are having trouble replacing some components.”[/B] Adrian told them. [B]“It provides us with everything, from clothes to the air we breath,”[/B] Tarina said, looking over at Dani, who responded with a smirk. [B]“Without it, we would be lost.”[/B] [B]“I think you’ve found the right visitors!”[/B] the Doctor chirped, [B]“I’m sure I could be some kind of assistance, I’m pretty good with the old computer systems. And so is this young fellow! We can have you up and running in a jiffy!”[/B] Adrian stopped when they came to a circle room with a dome glass above them and a small desk to one side, run by a woman was who working on documents at the moment. Dani watched her, smiling, and then turned back to Adrian. [B]“We would be most grateful for your assistance.”[/B] He said with a modest smile. [B]“But Doctor, I must ask a much bigger favour of you. Alone, if you permit it.”[/B] The Doctor considered it for only a moment and nodded. [B]“You can come with me and I can show you some of the computer systems, if you’re interested.”[/B] Tarina said to Dani, indicating down another set of long white halls once again. [B]“Yeah, sure…”[/B] Dani grinned, broadly nodding at the Doctor once before walking off the follow Tarina. Adrian waited for awhile, folding his arms across his suit and staring at the floor once more. When Tarina and Dani had turned through another arch out of sight Adrian had watched them, looking back up at the Doctor and smiling again. [B]“You are the first visitors we have had in a few hundred years.”[/B] He told them. [B]“What? Oh, no, a beautiful solar system like this and no one’s stopped by to take a look? Haven’t had any neighbours popping in for a cup of sugar? No? Not at all?”[/B] Adrian shook his head. [B]“I’m afraid not. And that, Doctor, is a fair greater dilemma than our computer. Whether you know or not, we arrived here as one of the human ships to colonise other planets. We have built a society with no laws, no prisons, and no boundaries, for we need none,”[/B] He had paused for a moment, walking towards yet another arch, this time with doors. The Doctor glanced at the blonde woman at the desk, who looked up briefly, displaying the sharp features incredibly similar to Tarina. The Doctor barely took any notice of this, supposing they were twins. He looked ahead as Adrian opened the doors, stepping into a most fashionable area of the complex, filled with plants, paintings, music and life. The Doctor looked around the circular room at the people in it, performing a variety of skilled tasks and genuinely seeming happy and peaceful. It was only a few seconds later that the Doctor noticed many of them resembled each other like twins – and some even looked exactly like Adrian. [B]“Clones?”[/B] the Doctor raised an eyebrow. Dani was fascinated by the computers in the room. It was a large lab filled to the brim with computer screens, computer processors and consoles. He had never seen anything so advanced in his life – the prospect of learning how to work this technology was beyond believable. [B]“Are you familiar with this design?”[/B] Dani spun around to one of the consoles and shook his head. Was he heck familiar with it. Tarina only laugh, and Dani smirk again, moving beside her. She placed her hand on the console, using the other hand to punch a few keys. Dani couldn’t see anything on the console; it was just a blank panel to him, although Tarina seemed to know what she was doing. [B]“Place your hand on here.”[/B] Dani was about to, but hesitated. [B]“I don’t know. Bad experiences with computers recently.”[/B] Tarina tilted her head and gave him a confused look. [B]“You don’t trust us?”[/B] No, Dani did not. But he knew better than to tell a lady that. He just smirk at her again, nodding quite arrogantly and shrugging. [B]“Alright.”[/B] He placed his hand on the console, wincing a little and expecting something bad to happen. Nothing happened to him. For a few seconds, at least. In a few moments Dani could see how Tarina knew what she was doing. Numbers, keys, controls and statistics appeared as if they were projected into thin air, 3D images. Dani reached out for the with one hand but found he could only touch the console, and even when he did that, nothing happened. He pulled away quickly and the images flashed away. [B]“W-what the…”[/B] [B]“Our computer interfaces with the user’s mind and we are all linked together through it. Instead of the standard method, we find it faster. You can think what you want and the computer will do it. What you saw then was the statistics of one our clothing replicators.”[/B] Dani nodded slowly. [B]“You must have a real big problem to fix if it’s taking so long to do with this interface then, huh?”[/B] Tarina smiled a little and nodded. [B]“Yes. Try it again while I retrieve some information for you – maybe you could find an interest in this area.”[/B] Dani grinned inwardly and agreed with a slight nod of his head. He turned back to the computer and placed his hand on it, looking closely at the 3D images that popped up. He realised it was too close for him to make out what the designs were, and upon thinking this, the image moved back. He smiled, now able to pinpoint the circuits of a very, very complicated device. He heard Tarina coming up behind him and turned to tell her what he had just done, until he was stopped by a sharp pain in his neck. A bee sting feeling. He backed away from the console and fell down, catching himself just before the floor. He suddenly felt dizzy, weak, sick even. He looked up and saw Tarina placing something inside her pocket and looking down at him, but neither helping nor asking him if he was alright. Dani tried to speak, but only gawped like a stuck fish, quickly collapsing into a deep sleep… [I][B]“It will only be a matter of time now…”[/B] Everything seemed so far away. In a tunnel, like being drunk, only too drunk, far too drunk to know what was going on. When he moved his head, he felt sick like he was going to throw up but never did. When he tried to speak no words came out and his mouth barely moved. He tried to life his arms, but they did not move, nor did his legs. Something was holding him down, something cold and metal… He turned his head to the side, opening his eyes slowly. His vision, blurry as it was, was enough to see the figures in front of him. He could her a noise, a whirring noise and he could see one figure running an object over one side of his head, cutting off half a head of hair and letting it fall to the ground. The other figure, a woman, appeared with a black t-shirt, handing it to the man who was giving himself a haircut. He pulled it over him, smirking. Dani gritted his teeth and tried to shake the feeling. He opened and closed his eyes trying to get rid of the blurry feeling and cleared his vision just a little, turning back to the scene before him. [B]“You must try to bring his friend, the Doctor, to us. Two fresh samples of DNA can keep us alive for another few years.”[/B] Dani blinked at what he was hearing. The woman, Tarina he supposed, turned to leave, and the man smirked, walking behind her. They came closer and Dani realised he was laying on a lab table, strapped down with metal. When he looked up again he saw the figures were close… and what he saw was not pleasing… The man stood beside Tarina was [i]him[/i]. Wearing his clothes, his hair, his smirk and even he demeanour. Dani gulped slightly. He didn’t know what to think… the only difference he saw was that whoever the impostor was didn’t have the small star tattoo the Doctor had previously saw. His first day out in the Universe wasn’t looking too good…[/I][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]James, your dog looks like it's going to dive out of the computer and kill me. [I]Seriously[/i]. But, here's an old picture of myself and my dog. I miss my long hair... [B][url=http://a373.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/5/l_f5f6893772f1e1e05a4a1c8beb9c9204.jpg]Clickity here.[/url][/B] The dog is called Chance and I have three cats, Daisy, Lucky and Tiny. Lucky is my cat, and all mine. She's a absolute riot; the funniest creature to grace the planet. I'll have to find a picture of her... she's pretty mad, but a good friend who's up at 5am in the morning to sit with me while I watch old reruns of crap TV. I'm getting a parrot soon, though. Yep. A parrot. I'm going to teach it to swear and attack old women for a laugh.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][I]OOC: Not sure if this is what you wanted, but send me a PM if you want me to put a bit more into or anything like that. Sorry if it's not XD I wasn't sure what to do.[/I] Dani tried hard not to think about it too much. Really, some guy turning up at his house wasn?t [i]that[/i] out of the ordinary? at least if he kept convincing himself that (and the fact it was [I]the[/I] Doctor), everything?d be alright. He followed the Doctor down the stairway as quickly as he could, hauling his bag along, jumping down a few steps to catch up. When he took a leap over a few steps, Dani nearly dropped his bag and was forced to stop for a moment, losing sight of the Doctor. [B]?Hurry up then!?[/B] the Doctor shouted from below. Dani sighed, picking up his bag and chasing after the Doctor again. When they arrived outside, the Doctor had yet to stop moving. He slowed down a bit and looked around, ignoring Dani for the most and instead concentrating on his location more than anything else. [B]?Why?re you in such a hurry to get to Tower Bridge??[/B] Dani panted. [B]?Well don?t you want to see what?s there? I know I do.?[/B] Dani frowned. [B]?I?ve been there before. It?s borin?.?[/B] [B]?It?s an iconic symbol!?[/B] the Doctor told him, astonished. [B]?Yeah, but it?s [i]borin?[/i].?[/B] Dani smirked slightly, intent on keeping his opinion a fixed ideal. The Doctor didn?t have much to say to that and continued on ahead, but Dani was sure he didn?t know which direction to go in. [B]?Which way is it again??[/B] The Doctor had stopped, turning around to Dani and seemingly proving him right. Dani folded his arms, raising an eyebrow slightly. He was aware that they had to get there quickly ? to deal with the whole business of the blue light and whoever attacked him ? so Dani nodded his head towards the direction he knew best. [B]?You defeated Saxon and you don?t even know your way ?round London??[/B] Dani laughed. [B]?Not with all this in the way. You?d think with all the changes to the Prime Minister one of them would do something about this urban mess? mind you this?ll all be rebuilt in the next twenty years or so? maybe thirty? not sure I can?t really remember the date ? anyway!?[/B] Dani hadn?t really seen much like this. He?d seen his fair share of people, but this man seemed to be by far the most eccentric. And by far the most likely to go on with himself. [B]?I?ll ?ave you know I happen to like this Urban Jungle - ?[/B] Dani started as they came to a main road. He waved his arm out for an upcoming black cab and continued, [B]?an? so far there ain?t been much this government?s done for us. I bet half of them were aliens... that Saxon guy didn?t seem to believable.?[/B] The Doctor shrugged. [B]?Weeell? you?d be quite surprised what goes on behind those parliament doors??[/B] Dani gave him a nervous glance for a moment and then proceeded towards the taxi. He was aware it would cost more than ringing for a taxi this way, but he just hoped the Doctor carried as much money as his reputation? or they could always use Dani?s method of transport. Just before either of them could approach the taxi, the driver stuck his head out of the window. He narrowed his eyes at Dani, who stopped and seemed taken a back. Dani gave the driver a grin and started to talk, until the driver drove off. [B]?Was it the hair??[/b] the Doctor asked. [B]?No, it was me not payin? for the last ride??[/B] Dani shrugged, [B]?I get around.?[/B] [B]?We could always take the TARDIS??[/B] the Doctor said, putting his hands in his pocket as if to be insisting. [B]?TARDIS??[/B] [B]?Time and Relative Dimen -?[/B] [B]?Ayup, this guy?s alright ? oi!?[/B] Dani had interrupted the Doctor and ran off to the side of the road, waving down another taxi, this time presumably someone he knew well. Dani felt a little odd right now, as even after only a few minutes of meeting the Doctor he was content of following behind him down the stairs instead of in front. The drive didn?t taken longer than a few minutes, as Dani had asked the driver to go as fast as he could with the promise he would pay him double at a later date. It was apparent Dani did this to a lot of the taxi drivers he knew well, except some of them didn?t stay friends for long. When they arrived the Doctor jumped out and Dani followed, giving the driver a thumbs up and a grin. He then followed after the Doctor, looking up at the Tower Bridge. Dani winced slightly at the thought of what happened earlier, but let it pass. Damn aliens, he guessed. [B]?The Tower Bridge. Started in 1887 an? opened by Edward VII in 1894. Never ?as been a more absurd structure thrown over the River.?[/B] Dani looked over to the Doctor but found he wasn?t listening, instead he was fiddling with that ?sonic screwdriver? of his, probably looking for the signal. Dani shook his head slightly and laughed. [B]?I think you already knew that??[/B] [B]?Hmm??[/b] the Doctor looked up for a moment, [B]?ah yes, the bridge. I was here when they started building the foundations. Sir John Jackson? nice fellow??[/B] he caught himself from trailing off again and put his screwdriver away. [B]?The signal is from the top of the Bridge like I said. I think we should go and investigate.?[/B] Dani nodded slowly. [B]?How old are you???[/b] he asked before the strange man got a chance to move again. The Doctor grinned broadly. [B]?Oh, I?m very old. Older than you could imagine.?[/B] Dani just frowned.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Still working on this, getting all the mistakes out and shizz... [B]Name:[/B] Dani L. Posner [B]Age:[/B] 19 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Race:[/B] Human – although there was some investigation (probably by Torchwood) into his origins after several successful attempts in hacking, bypassing security and other talents that seem beyond a C students’ capabilities. [B]Home Planet:[/B] Earth [B]Items/Gadgets:[/B] A lock picking kit, several mobile phone components, tooth picks, compact disks and odd bits of technology. [B]Special Skills/Abilities:[/B] Dani, having never finished high school, was considered a C student. He possessed some form of intelligence but never seemed willing enough to use it. From an early age, however, Dani seemed to have a keen interest in science and computing. He dropped out of high school before his official tests and soon after it became apparent of his advanced maths and computing skills – Dani has a unique understanding of technology, circuits, physics, mathematics and engineering. Although Dani’s life does not revolve around these things as he was never too keen on being the ‘smart’ kid, he has on more than many occasions proven to be a formidable mind in the science and maths areas of study. He also seems to have an apparent talent for music and art, but not as well documented as his maths skills. Dani would have earned the title of a child prodigy, if he had used his talents more often. [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/116/b/b/Mohican_Spikes____by_cybermystic.jpg]Clickity[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] There are almost two parts to Dani. One, the most noticeable part, is the social persona he created for himself. When he isn’t consumed with the issues of life and the problem solving (which he can deal with in a matter of seconds anyway), Dani is described as charming, friendly, and a joker. He jokes and boasts about his talents often, seeming to love himself far too much, but many don’t pick up on the sarcasm when he compliments himself. He isn’t quick to judge and he has a level head, screwed on tight no matter what the situation seems to be, going about things in a very defined way. He also has the tendencies to be loud and overly sarcastic if he wants to be. When Dani isn’t concerned with his social life and he has no one to impress, he’s quite more modest and a little less ‘foxy’, constantly asking question to which he already knows the answer but feeling it necessary to reassure himself. When Dani feels he has nothing to lose when it comes to his social status, he will use his talents immediately, solving problems quickly and providing the help anyone needs. The friendly, charming rebel he has always been still remains, but with much more mystery and wonder added to the equation. He seems to forget the need to impress the world when he’s not around a group… which quickly comes back when the number of people around him increases, unfortunately. [B]Biography:[/B] Dani grew up only a few minutes away from the famous Camden Market in London and the culture that surrounded it. For as long as he could remember he lived with his Uncle, a working class rebel who had grown up with punk ethics that he enforced on Dani. Dani received a normal education in primary school, seemingly picking up his language skills slower than others. He had throughout his life been seen as an average student, more concerned about what he would do on the weekends with his uncle than the important of school. When he was bought a computer for his birthday, Dani seemed to find an immediate interest in technology. He would begin by going to his local library and using the internet there to increase his knowledge, expanding that knowledge into the science areas and maths. At this time, he had just finished primary school and was about to start his high school years with a variety of newly awakened talents. During high school, Dani noticed how his social life became impaired. He was afraid of people and losing the will, and talents, to communicate with them. Even his uncle had noticed this, but didn’t pick up on it. In his first year, Dani managed to get himself suspended from high school for hacking into the school computers, removing the firewalls and blocked websites and editing the administrator’s profiles. His high school failed to notice the incredible effort and intelligence in his actions, focusing more on the ‘rebellious’ side of it, blaming it on his upbringing. Dani returned to school, still to show off his talents. In his second year he tripped and disabled the alarm system throughout the school, breaking into his teacher’s office to vandalise their room. Dani was the prime suspect, although he never got in trouble for this, because there was no evidence. Throughout the entire high school legacy, Dani was responsible for unimaginable technological and computing techniques that were so beyond any students that the police became involved. When the police became involved, Dani dropped out. After his high school years Dani still found himself having trouble in social situations. Although many loved him for who he was and for whom his uncle was, Dani could never ever get over the need to impress people and seemingly draw a lot of attention to himself. One year after high school, Dani came across a odd website, run by the government seemingly. He had hacked onto it with ease and learnt a lot more than he bargained for, and this was the only point in which he was grateful for such intelligence. He understood that they weren’t alone and that there were more dangerous things on their own planet than outside it. The extent of Dani’s knowledge of alien life and the events that have occurred over the past years on Earth is unknown, though it would be foolish to believe he knew only a small fraction of the truth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Korn is better when they sound trashy. The first four songs for the album are pretty good - after that it gets quite depressing. The music video for Evolution is cool, and the song is really good in my opinion. But the rest of the songs on the album don't stand out particulary. They're not bad and they're not amazing, I hadn't heard Evolution when I got the new album and it's the only song that stood out. Though 'Do Whatever They Say' has a nice... drift to it... for lack of a better phrase. A lot of people are probably going to spit out some **** about their older stuff being better, which gets on my nerves - bands change, they're not going back - better or for worse the new album is okay, but not like... ground breaking. The one song is probably the reason to buy it if you've got the money to throw around, it's catchy as ****. (I never normally post in the music section but I thought I would because I'm a huuuge fan of Korn)[/SIZE]

[quote name='Nerdsy'][color=deeppink]I know more about Star Trek then is healthy, and I'm pretty proud of that. Seriously, too much. I once correctly placed what season an episode of TNG was after roughly 3 seconds, and that was only by looking at Worf's hair. His [i]hair.[/i][/color][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]I can do the exact same thing by looking at the title, or listening to the stardate if it pops up at the beginning and I'm 15 =p. ...I'm sorry, Nerdsy XD I think Will's going to come along and beat everyone in the Star Trek thing in a second though O_O;;. But, other than that, I'm proud of a few simple things: [LIST] [*]My social life (I guess the Star Trek comment contridicts this, but I also guess I'm very good at balancing the two) [*]My few talents, and the fact I still have them [*]Living. Not just breathing, but actually living in a way that I'm proud of. [/LIST][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]As far as the police here are concerned, I'm 18 and I live in an abandoned house in Stalybridge. Hehehe. Here's a recent one. Celebrating something or other, we were drinking alcohol quietly (no seriously) in a place that is not public, therefore legal to drink in. One of the ****ing minors with us goes down the road and sees a police car, and runs back to us, with two police men running after her. So I'm sat next to my 19 year old friend, who's the only legal one there, with a bottle of wine in my hand and my eyes wide open as this police man jumps the rails. He has a go at us for a moment, asking why she was running, and confiscates our alcohol - on no grounds whatsoever. We convinced him I was 18, which I'm not, and he believed it. There was only the one bottle of wine, which was in the hands of both those over age. He said he could charge us for drinking in front of minors, providing alcohol for minors .ect. All this ******** really. Took our details and they wanted to search us and arrest us. I got into an argument with them, asking for a form we were entitled to fill out. When they didn't have the said forms, they pondered for a moment. All of a sudden they decided to drop the charges and went on their way =/. It was really quite odd. They made a HUGE deal out of it and walked off... Even better one. The place we hang out is littered with police nowadays and I was passing through with a big bottle of Apple Tango in my hand. This BEAST of a police over runs up to me and jumps in front, shouting somthing odd... 'stop' I guess. I'm a bit startled by him, he was about 7 foot, no joke, absolutely beastly... He says "What's in that?" And I'm looking all confuzzled. I tell him it's apple tango, which it is. He says "well I don't believe you!" and I ask him if he wants to try some and see. He says, nastily, "I don't want to touch that after your filthy mouth's been on it!" and at this point I'm just really confused. He says something about underage drinking, and at this time, I wasn't drinking. I was just looking around and I had no way to prove if wasn't apple tango if he didn't want to taste it =/. He made me [i]pour it away[/i] again. Police officers just like telling me to pour my drinks away I guess. They're twats.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Aeli Ivor [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [b]Occupation:[/b] Musician [b]Instrument:[/b] Piccolo [b]Items:[/b] Aeli can normally be found carrying a variety of items, losing them and obtaining new ones quite often. Among the items he does keep is his piccolo and a small knife in his boot, mostly used to crave into wood and threaten people if challenged, but serves no real purpose. Other items include plants/herbs, clothe, twigs and anything else that?s useless. [b]Weapons:[/b] None beside the knife which he doesn?t use a weapon. [b]Appearance:[/b] Aeli is a tall young looking boy, slender and thin, a quite an interesting mix of looking both shabby and dignified. He has medium length [i]green[/i] hair that tends to fall over his bright green eyes quite often; his hair being green has been quite a mystery among many strangers, and the general impression is that he did, perhaps, use some kind of natural dye for clothing on his hair. Aeli has slightly tanned skin and sharp features, a long with a uniquely charming smile and smirk. He dresses in layers of clothing, normally with earthy tones excluding a black jacket, created out of a thin, fine material that stands out suspiciously from the rest of his normal attire. There is also a piercing on his right ear (both ears are, in fact, quite pointed at the tip, though it?s never been paid any attention), where a small chain with a feather hangs from. [b]Information:[/b] Aeli Ivor is a traveller from a family of travellers. Himself, his father and his younger brother would travel around, having no home to call their own, and entertain, trade, sell, even steal, to get along in their life. Along the way, Aeli picked up traits such as lying, trickery and playing a variety of instruments, most notably the piccolo, which he still carries with him. He has the tendency to pick up things that aren?t really valuable, although he assumes they might come in handy in the future. They never really do. Aeli?s family is a mystery to even themselves. Having no mother or no traceable family line, they just assumed they had always been travellers, especially considering their odd personalities and eccentric styles. Aeli hoped that, one day, he would actually know more about his bloodline, though it didn?t really bother him all that much. He had left his father and brother to travel by himself sometime ago, coming across a few wonders of his own. Personality wise, Aeli is charming, kind hearted, and slightly arrogant of himself. He has a dignified manner of going about things (for a thief, anyway) and although he grew up on trickery and lies, he rarely relies on lying unless he finds it necessary, or doesn?t trust a particular person. He is not entirely selfish, but he does tend to do things to his own advantage. Despite all this, Aeli still has the curiosity that would make him a child, with no desirable leadership skills or any kind of ambition other than to let his life take him wherever he would end up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I can beat all the instrument prices here =p. £17 grand on my drumkit. Well, not the entire drumkit mind you, but the extra parts of it and whatnot... the thing's worth quite a bit now, and an extra five hundred if I get my new snare =O. But it's okay because my mum is paying it off each month. The most outrageous purchase I myself made? A 300 pound PDA I don't bloody use. It's a pile of shite.[/SIZE]

[quote name='IHZ']When I am sparring with my friends on in the dojo, I usually, for some weird reason, mimic the sound effect of a punch or a sword without even noticing it depending of if I am doing Karate or Ken-jutsu lessons, all of that makes my opponent tease me for a while after the lessons. I can't quite get rid of this habit.[/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Actually I wouldn't worry about that... I'm not sure, but when I used to go to Tae Kwon-Do lessons, we were told to make umm... noises... =/. Sorry, I have no better way to describe it, haha, I'm not sure [i]why[/i] we were told to make noises when punching or kicking, either. Unless you mean the 'pow!' noises like in comic books - then I really can't defend your habit ;). Hehe, sorry. One of the most embarrassing things I do is taken from a friend of mine. He's a big damn [nice] punk and his life revolves entirely around music. We have one thing in common, that we both like the Manic Street Preachers and a few other old bands. Randomly, he blurts out lyrics in this odd British accent, a real punky vocalist. I picked up the habit of doing that when people are playing some songs I know... it's bad. Very bad. [strike]Does smoking count?[/strike] To my friends, going to Waterstones and reading most of the books (without buying) is embarrassing. It makes me a geek, apparently, haha. But hey, it's free education. Although it is rather embarrassing that I can't afford Waterstones... Oh, and when I get angry it's embarrassing. Both 'pretend' angry and real angry, if you get me. But both are fun... except when people are filming it. Twats.[/SIZE]