Vicky

[quote name='chibi-master']Ugh...why is this even an ISSUE?! Why do gays not already have the rights straight people do?! The way I see it, this shouldn't even have to BE a problem. That anyone even has to DO anything about this sickens me... (sorry for the rant, I just finished watching a documentary on the abuse and prejudice gays in the U.S. face)[/QUOTE] [size=1]Because then people who have to do some [i]damn hard work[/i] to find something else to be prejudice against.[/size]

[size=1]Oh god. On the Bruno movie note, I'm keep head desking every time I hear Cohen mentioned as being controversial or offensive. I was watching the news that was something about him today, probably the same issue because 'homosexual' was mentioned a lot by the newsreader. I don't think Sacha is offensive. I don't think it reinforces the stereotype. I think it's going to be funny because anyone who doesn't sit there and think 'this [i]cannot[/i] be true' has half a brain, and that's just their own problem, ha. I love people who like to step over the line and after Bruno no one can say to me 'oh, you don't know how it feels to be offended by Borat!' when I admitted I liked that movie. But the real reason I actually posted here was to point out... [img]http://ak.imgfarm.com/images/ap/Obama_Financial_Overhual.sff_DCPM109_20090616125722.jpg[/img] ...that I wonder what Obama has on his iPod.[/size]

[quote name='Haku877'] I'm also really sad. I am the only person online right now =[[[/QUOTE] [size=1]Impossible. I always have this page open, even when I'm asleep. That's why sometimes when you folks IM me I never answer... because I'm in bed ^_^.[/size]

[size=1][i]OOC: Take this as my actual better real first post, ha. I'm ashamed of the opening post but that's what happens when internet browsers delete your work.[/i] [align=justify]He liked Mayfair, because they were cheap and rough, but they didn't sell them here. So he was breathing in what felt like air even though it was nicotine, blowing it out through his nose without feeling that nasty tingling of smog burst through his sinuses. He didn't like the smooth smoke. He liked the gritty and nasty one. The kind of cigarette that would make rich people choke and cough and spit at the taste, the kind that would make poor people grin while they snorting it out like a red-arse dragon. [b]"Sir! You can't smoke in here! This is a [i]waiting[/i] area!"[/B] Acey looked up at the receptionist who looked praticiulary mortified by his actions. Acey looked around and saw the same expression on people's faces... he sighed and stubbed it out on his jacket. [B]"I ain't seen no sign."[/B] [B]"That's because it's common sense..."[/B] Acey turned his head and raised an eyebrow to the man sat beside him, rather old to say the least and engrossed in his newspaper. When the man looked up to Acey, he flicked his cigarette end at the man. He blinked twice at Acey and did nothing; Acey turned to the receptionist, whose jaw hung open, and snarled at her. She shook her head like she wasn't really bothered and walked away. Acey fucking hated hospitals and doctors. It was where people came to die, or get told they were going to die, or get told they were just overreacting. It was ridiculous and boring. The speakers called name after name but never his, never 'Andrew' or even 'Acey, can I have an autograph?'. They waited, everyone in the room, for some time. The man beside him had fallen asleep, obviously on the emergency list as well. The room began to be filled with less and less people, leaving only an old man, his wife and a very nervous looking teenager sat opposite. Acey sighed and looked over at the newspaper bloke, who had a can of coke in his hands. Acey was [i]real[/i] thirsty. He poked the man and expected nothing of it, perhaps at the very most for the man to spring awake. But Acey jolted back from a strange feeling, like the room had begun to change a little from a millisecond of touch. He glanced around and did it again, this time grasping the man's entire hand. It was almost too quick for Acey to notice. What was once a dull waiting room had turned into an office party and the room, in fact the entire [i]picture[/i], was brighter than normal day, with a little bit of a Gaussian blur effect to it. As soon a Acey stepped forward it all changed. Faces were on him and the office turned dark, dull, almost creepy, just like Acey would like it to be. The man who even in his dreams held a drink turned to Acey. [B]"What?"[/b] he asked. Acey looked at his cup. He wasn't sure what was going on at all, but he knew he still wanted a drink. And he [i]knew[/i] he didn't like this guy. Immediately after thinking that the man's face turned incredibly green from fear and sickness as he stared down at his hand. Gasps came from around and he clutched his wrist, his fingertips turning blue, then to ice, then falling off with dried blood inbetween like slush. He [i]screamed[/i]. [B]"Andrew Slade, room 6 please."[/B] Acey jolted away from the man. He looked at him and noticed him twitching, sweating, his face convulsing with obvious fear. There were murmurs across the room from people who had seen Acey; he ignored them and went to his appointment.[/size][/align]

[center][img]http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/8954/posthumaneffect.png[/img] [font=lucida sans][b]?This is where the sun beats, my friend, and the dying trees give no shelter; this is where your shadow rises up to meet you, and squares up to your face, boisterous and arrogant. The playground must be tamed to scarred Earth with dust so that the real men may become children, and the children will become sand.?[/b][/font] [img]http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/3360/sincopy.png[/img] ? [img]http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/2851/reshefcopy.png[/img] [img]http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/9632/baalcopy.png[/img] ? [img]http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/139/chronuscopy.png[/img][/center] [size=1][align=justify][font=arial]?So that?s that. It?s over. We?re stuck here.? Chronus stepped back as Baal and Reshef threw the last of the hull into the sea. It stayed floating for awhile, as if it were trying desperately to fly again, then sunk in a bubble of steam. Sin stood close by with his arms folded and chewed the bottom of his lip out of frustration; he was stuck on this forsaken planet that wasn?t even a hell hole and wasn?t even important enough to have a bit of fun on. He had no army except three disobedient officers, no ship, no weapons and no contact with his home world. It was highly doubtful that they would be rescued in the next millennia. They had travelled the forsaken planet before coming back to the site and ridding of their ship. An ice age had come and passed, creatures had died and risen, now the mammals roamed the Earth. The place in which they crashed became a desert, almost. He moved off from the group as they talked, and only Chronus noticed. She had watched him as they had tripped throughout the world and saw that, when he knew people were watching, he kept his imprinted blueprint demonic tendencies at his highest? but when on his own he was quiet, intelligent, and angry. He wasn?t afraid, because people like Sin could barely feel fear? but he was battling between evolution and individuality. He was a [I]nice[/I] boy, inflicted with the rapture and madness of his people, becoming a carcass that even the Devil himself would reject. Sin kept walking. When the ship crashed Sin was, in his people?s terms, a fairly young adult. He was only in his thousands and now he was in his triple thousands. He had grown far more and his voice had obtained that eerie echo that only full adult demons received and his skin had turned to the crimson blood red. They had seen amazing things on the planet as they travelled. Chronus had predicted one species of mammal would become the dominate, after seeing a few at the beginning of their travels. They hadn?t seen those ?mammals? yet, and truth be told they should have evolved by now. He rested on the edge of a cliff, crouched, eyes closed. The sun was going down. He hated the sun of this planet because it made him feel cold and weak. On his home they were so close to their sun that it made their lakes turn into hot lava and the ground seem like burning deserts. That?s why he liked coming to the desert here; it made him feel at home. ?We should protect this planet. There?s no sense in destroying the weak.? ?We should [I]condition[/I] this planet. When it?s people rise they should be taught under our dominace and they may, eventually, become? how would you say? [I]helpful[/I] to the army. But never soldiers. There?s only special blood for that.? ?Sin, you?re insane. What kind of sick satisfaction do you get out of doing that? It?s like slaying children.? ?And children will be treated the same as adults. That?s the law.? ?That?s your law, not ours.? Sin blew out of his nostrils at the memory of his argument with Chronus. He hated her for trying to be so level headed. He hated them [I]all[/I], in fact. If they had just did as he told them and kept in line then he wouldn?t be in so much turmoil? he?d be perfectly fine killing. As he thought about this he had noticed he was walking through the desert now and was forced to look a head. He was surprised to the point of actually changing his expression to wonder rather than arrogance and anger at the silhouette that headed towards him, a very, very small figure ? running - and carrying something in their arms. Sin crept forward slightly and let his arms drop beside him, concentrating his gaze on the figure ahead. Running. Running away from something and towards Sin. Whoever it was happened to be incredibly small from a distance, so Sin crouched down as they came towards him, for a reason he didn't know. The falling sun had managed to show Sin a glimpse of the silhouette before it fell, and Sin was educated enough to see it was a child. They were dressed in white clothing, though grey and dirty now, and she had darkly tanned skin. Her hair, though not perfect, wasn't as matted as Sin would have expected from primitives. At a distance he made out what she carried in her arms, a stitched-together figure made of wool, wood and cloth, with a facial expression fashioned by leaves. Sin was too focused describing her in his head that he didn't notice she had stopped running and slowed down, a set of brown eyes focused on Sin. She wasn't that far away from him at all now, close enough for them to make each other out. And, to Sin's amazement, she didn't seem afraid. The look in her eyes was profound, intelligent curiosity, rather than fear for something she didn't understand. Sin straightened up, taking long strides towards her. The girl stood still in the sand, looking up at Sin as he moved forward. ?What are you?? he asked her. She tilted her head? and? a smile. Sin didn?t understand why she wasn?t afraid of him. Then it occurred to Sin. There was a flaw in his people?s logic. Why would a species fear a new discovery if it had never hurt them? Would they fear the sand if it had never hurt them? No. Fear was a blueprint in evolution. The species in the Universe that were afraid of the demons like Sin were afraid because of urban legends ? because the image of demons and hatred was printed throughout their history, throughout their evolution. This girl knew not fear, because she knew not Sin. Her instincts and evolutionary foundations didn?t include demons and new discoveries. Sin was close enough to the girl now to kneel down in front of her, but with his height he was still towering over her on his knees. Cautiously, Sin lowered himself into the sand, crouched down and keeping himself up on his elbows. He looked at the girls face, blinked at her, and she blinked back. Sin smiled a toothy, demon grin, and she imitated it, without an inch of fear inside her. The sand blew up behind them, onto her sandals and in Sin's hair, but neither moved. That was the nice boy in Sin. That was what Chronus talked about. Through all the years of harsh evolution and conditioning, Sin?s species still had a little bit of themselves hidden beneath the brutality. Sin was curious. Sin was used to laughing. Sin was a child, even they he was an adult now. The girl offered him the doll. Sin took it and held it in his massive hands and he thought he heard a giggle from the child. He was amazed at how much they seemed to have evolved, so quickly. Sin stared at the doll. He then came to a decision. Chronus, in all her empathy and philosophy, had forgotten one thing; Sin may have been a boy, but he was evil. It was not evil due to evolution of conditioning, it was evil due to existence. It was what the first demon was born to be and what every demon asked for in their blood ? it was in their DNA, always there, the [I]only[/I] constant throughout their entire existence. Sin could be as kind as he wanted, but it was only a build up to evil. He locked his claws around the doll and crushed it. The girl?s face turned sour and [I]that[/I] was fear. Sin stood up and bared his teeth into a snarl at her. He would show them fear in a handful and dust. She turned to ran. He reached out and caught her by her hair. He pulled her back, pulled her up to his height, and held her backed against his chest with one arm. He looked up, red eyes to the sun, and noticed several more silhouettes ahead, who must have been watching for some time. Adults. People. Humans. This was what made the demons so powerful. This very moment, Sin knew, was what gave them the ability to imprint their image on humanity?s soul and keep them afraid. He closed his claws around the neck of the child and clamped down, twisting, turning, raking into her skin and feel the warmth drip down his arms. He heard, vaguely, Chronus shouting from a distance when she had finally found him, but all Sin knew after that was that he ripped the girl in two. And he never felt so damn good in all his life.[/font][/size] [center][FONT="System"][SIZE="4"]PENDING IMAGES - PLEASE WAIT_____ [img]http://www.tadejhq.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/ajax-loader5.gif[/img][/SIZE][/FONT][/center] [center][font=lucida sans][size=4][b]CONTENTS[/B] Chapter One - Our Time Has Come[/size][/font] [img]http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/3013/chapter1e.png[/img][/center] [size=1]Acey wasn?t in the mood for a gig today. The rest of the band had planned on a drinking and smoking session today after they touched down in their next city, having trashed and picked up girls from the last. But for some reason, today, Acey wasn?t interested. He rolled over and knocked his elbow into a blonde girl beside him, stark naked. He grunted. He could feel the tour bus moving and it made his hangover even worse, so he decided to get up. He pulled on his trousers and reached for his t-shirt when the bus decided to pull to an unnecessary halt. [b]?Hurensohn??[/b] he grumbled as he pushed through the door, [b]?what?s that driver playin? at? Huh??[/b] Acey?s accent had only a tint of German to it. He was born there but rarely lived there until his band days. [b]?Ah chillout. We?re just taking a pitstop.?[/b] Andras, the Hungarian addition to the band, raised a beer glass and a grin. [b]?Nice contact lenses, too.?[/b] [b]?What??[/b] [b]?Yeah I notice too.?[/b] Murray, too big and too stupid to say anything proper in English than a few phrases, had jumped up to poke at Acey?s eyes. [b]?Ah fuck you! Wichser!?[/b] He batted Murray?s hand away and ran back into his coffin sized room. The mirror showed his reflection, staring back at him? with red eyes. Bloodshot and crimson in his iris, contrasting with his deathly pale skin and hair. The girl in his bed stirred and smiled at him, but Acey barely noticed. [b]?Shit!?[/b] He poked at his eye and blinked a few times. This wasn?t a hangover and didn?t look like any disease he?d known, and he had to admit it added to his image, but he was fucked off. He was fucked off because he immediately assumed some degenerate from his band had put contact lenses in overnight. [b]?Murray! Andras!?[/b] What followed was a mixture of arguing and flying bottles around. The young girl who had somehow managed to sneak her way into the rockstar?s bed was more than terrified, but Acey didn?t care. Each band member blurted out phrases mixed in with their English, though Acey was the loudest and Acey was in control. He normally wasn?t this violent but he was surely not in the mood today. [b]?A?ight fuck you man! You?ll be back! We?ve got the fuckin? cigarettes!?[/b] Acey had kicked the door to the bus open with his boot and stumbled down the stairs with his belt unbuckled and his jacket half on. He gave the two-fingered salute to the manager and spat on the floor before pulling out his shades and hiding his eyes. He just hoped it wasn?t conjunctivitis. He didn?t remember the name of the town. It was quiet of people, but loud of car engines zooming past. The ground was slightly dusty and it was quite hot, almost as if there were rattlesnakes in the background but Acey knew that was just in his head. He turned around to look at the bus and saw the girl trying to leave, with Murray running out after and grabbing her arm. Acey shrugged and spat on the floor. Ahead was a city, so it was assumed the bus had stopped just outside the main area of wherever they were. Acey chewed in the inside of his lip and sighed, walking forward in determination; he was a different man today, though he didn?t feel much like a man any more.[/size][/align]

[size=1]It's like the BNP in America, except there's no point being Nazis over in America (or anywhere else but that's not my point), because the place wasn't populated by white people until too long ago. Silly Nazis, they're immigrants too.[/size]

[size=1]I hate photoshop. So I have everything finished. But when I came to upload the clan pictures (new ones with names on), the Baal Clan's image is apparently corrupt or something like that. So now I have to re-do the clan's image and I really can't be bothered >_

[size=1]Time to jump on the video bandwagon! I've been watching Diversity all day, the winners of Britain's Got Talent. Not seen them? Check out their auditions. The guy (one of the dancers) who does all their choreography is a genius. [/size][YOUTUBE="Final"]KJIz8BgRQc0[/YOUTUBE] [size=1]EDIT: Actually personally I think this was their best audition:[/size] [YOUTUBE="Semi-Final"]5pg3fvanDDc[/YOUTUBE]

[size=1]I'm working technically =p. I have a whole site to write. Shall we try for Monday? I just need to write a little bit more then check it over. Also you spelt Baal wrong Mr. Mighty ;)[/size]

[size=1]...And I'm the game master! Can anyone say [i]advantage[/i]? ^_~[/size]

[size=1]I just remembered something funny. Allamorph sent me a conversation I had with him on AIM when I was drunk. I decided to paste a few bits... ScarySpaceGoat (10:47:35 PM): Don't push me biznith ¬_¬ ScarySpaceGoat (10:47:40 PM): ****# Allamorph (10:47:52 PM): You are smashed.... ScarySpaceGoat (10:47:53 PM): nevermind that last word, I can't even remember what it's meant t b ScarySpaceGoat (10:47:58 PM): no I'm not Allamorph (10:48:00 PM): ....and I am laughing really hard. ScarySpaceGoat (10:48:06 PM): Your face. Allamorph (10:48:11 PM): My face is laughing really hard. Allamorph (10:48:26 PM): At you. ScarySpaceGoat (10:48:28 PM): Your face is a... ScarySpaceGoat (10:48:31 PM): ...willy. Allamorph (10:48:31 PM): 'Cause you're SO drunk. ScarySpaceGoat (10:48:32 PM): XD ScarySpaceGoat (10:48:35 PM): Yeaaah mate. ScarySpaceGoat (10:48:37 PM): I mean no. ScarySpaceGoat (10:48:43 PM): I meant yeah mateto the other thing Allamorph (10:54:00 PM): Thing thingimmy, thing thingimmy, thing thing, ther-oo. ScarySpaceGoat (10:54:10 PM): shhhhh Allamorph (10:54:17 PM): PINEAPPLE ScarySpaceGoat (10:54:20 PM): I need to writ ethis RPG post Allamorph (10:54:43 PM): Oh, right. That's going to turn out masterful. Allamorph (10:56:40 PM): You're too drunk. ScarySpaceGoat (10:56:46 PM): yo saucy beast ScarySpaceGoat (10:56:49 PM): aaah you* ScarySpaceGoat (10:56:52 PM): that came out so bad Allamorph (10:56:58 PM): orly? ScarySpaceGoat (10:57:07 PM): that's a name Allamorph (11:02:09 PM): Shall I force it out of you, then? Allamorph (11:02:17 PM): I can be a real *** if I wanna be. ScarySpaceGoat (11:02:25 PM): You're not an arse ScarySpaceGoat (11:02:27 PM): you're a willy Allamorph (11:02:27 PM): Besides, now you've got me curious. ScarySpaceGoat (11:02:30 PM): obviously Allamorph (11:02:37 PM): willy-***? Allamorph (11:02:39 PM): =P ScarySpaceGoat (11:02:42 PM): no just a willy ScarySpaceGoat (11:02:48 PM): you're the big daddy for the gays ScarySpaceGoat (11:02:54 PM): are you gay/ ScarySpaceGoat (11:02:56 PM): ? ScarySpaceGoat (11:21:49 PM): bloody geammar nazi ScarySpaceGoat (11:21:53 PM): fgrammar ScarySpaceGoat (11:21:55 PM): GRAMMMMAARR ScarySpaceGoat (11:21:57 PM): grammar. ScarySpaceGoat (11:22:15 PM): I'm going top bed befor you go so I win ScarySpaceGoat (11:22:22 PM): BYE fool ScarySpaceGoat signed off at 11:22:26 PM I should be too embarrassed to post half of this but you know, it just makes me giggle. Allamorph always gets abused when I'm drunk/high/whizzing... or at least I think he's getting bullied but he just has a laugh at me =p.[/size]

[size=1]What on Earth has I started... =p Where's my other Sin to back me up =(. (Still working on the first post. My idea is to have, per chapter, a short three or so page on an event for each clan alien. The first was Sin 'cause I'm biased and because I had a good idea. This means as we go along, we'll learn more about our ancestors. Perhaps things to strengthen our bonds, or perhaps things to shatter the foundations).[/size]

[size=1]Sorry Tetra but the Baal clan has three members and already outnumbers the rest by one member and two would be unfair but you can pick another if you like.[/size]

[size=1]I hate boys too *shakes fist*. Ladies all the way, we'll show you a good time ;). (Just don't go out with cockney women. They're totally unaffected by romance. I bought the silly cockney some roses and she laughed and said 'that's well sad, you're not going to start speaking French or singing are you?'. So I bought her Pride tickets instead. [i]Now[/i] she's happy). And Drizzt stfu ¬_¬ Baal are about as useful as a one-legged guard dog...[/size]

[quote name='Mykul'] And the Sin clan? Sin blood carries with it no sense of loyalty. Those united by the blood of Sin will be torn apart by their thirst to singularly dominate all life. [/QUOTE] [size=1]Oh you'll have a surprise there ;) (Okay, it's not that important, ha, but all these aliens are based off the old Althilmirian species I made when I was a kiddie, and there were originally nine species. The races were called on their distance from the sun - the Sin clan was the '1st race', the Baal the '2nd', Reshef were the '5th' and the Chronus clan was the '9th'. But in that little story the 1st race had managed to overpower and keep the other species under control because of their... wait for it... [i]unity[/i]. They were the least developed and, compared to the other species, nothing special. But it was their organisation, their arrogance and the hierarchy to their King and Prince and the fear that managed to make them brainwash the other species in their system into thinking [i]they[/i] were the strongest because they were closest to the sun. So they like, got everyone into this army and worked under a law called 'the Althilmiri System'. But they hated the 9th race - the Chronus - and pretty much bullied them. Turns out the 9th were [i]actually[/i] far more powerful because they couldn't die and they were, in fact, the reason the Universe could implode then expand like a big bang big crunch theory - they kept the timeline in shape, to make sure everything was [i]just[/i] right for the next big bang. Keep things the same. And like one day this ginger kid comes along and bitch slaps the 1st race into place and several individuals from different species are like 'wtf this is total shit man let's beat these cherry-headed goats into a blackhole' and the RESISTANCE starts, dum dum dum. Individuals from each species manage to make their own alliance and take thousands upon thousands of years of inbred 1st race loyalty and turn it on them. Then everyone dies 'cause the ginger kid really don't like Althilmirians. The end). .... There was, in fact, a point in there, ha. But don't worry about that story. There's just where the idea of the four aliens came from and I don't think I'd be including that in this story. I just thought it would be interesting to tell that =). It's a bit more detailed, obviously, I mean the Althilmirian story stretches over [i]a lot[/i] of books. SO THE SIN ARE LOYAL! DAMNIT! Also, the RPG may be up tomorrow. I've done all the graphics and just need the writing. (Also if it helps to make sure you all know this isn't based off the original story, in the original, Sin was not a pure breed. In the original, four survived the crash: Marduk, a 1st race, Chike again a 1st, Baltheroth a 4th [in the original Chronus don't have wings, the 4th do] and Chronus the 9th. When Marduk gets totally battered by creatures, some pre-human animals touch his blood. This makes the rise of Homosapiens and, in those that tasted his blood, the rise of nine children, Sin being one of them, as well as Reshef and Baal. They were all 1st race descendants in that story though, and Reshef was mute.) I just can't stop myself telling that story, it gets me so excited, it's one of the most detailed Universes I ever wrote ^_^. I'm done now.[/size]

[size=1]This is great XD I think everyone who's getting relatively passionate about their clan should put it in their sig, and we can have tiny little jabs at each other in threads, just to rile things up (and make everyone jealous of the game). I know I am! And for all you other little clan members, which alien was the Commodore? Was it Sin? Was. It. [i]Sin[/i]? Oh hell yeah foo'![/size]

[size=1]I'm far too paranoid to trust charities with my money if I were that rich. Some I'm okay with, like I believe Children in Need, but if I were to give money to certain causes I'd have to loom over them to make sure people aren't spending my money on beaches rather than cancer cures. I would more than likely spend half my fortune on my friends and I'd buy out Primark. I'd also go around daily buying twenty issues off the Big Issue homeless men and routinely tell them to spend it wisely and not on drugs, ignoring the fact they reappear five minutes later acting like a giggled-up hippy. Anyway, isn't Bill Gates nice...[/size]

[size=1]We'll probably start tomorrow. Everyone is accepted so far, I just need to sort a few things out. For the location I'm going to use the cop-out I always use. We never mention the city or country where we are, but somehow, we're all in the same city (or country will do). I'm not in the mood for a massive coordinated international RPG this time, and it's more fun this way. Baal is the only clan with three members, so everyone else is outnumbered. I'll leave sign-ups open but those sign-ups are subject to rejection; you have to be good enough to be able to skip right in subtly to the game and still make your writing abilities known. Anyone wishing to join in the week or so period the sign-ups are open during the RPG cannot join the Baal clan and, if one of the other clans has been picked, cannot join that. If you get me? That would even things out though I'm not entirely bothered about being outnumbered by one silly Baal. SIN ALL THE WAY! =p[/size]

[quote name='Allamorph'][FONT=Arial]I lost the game.[/FONT][/QUOTE] [size=1]OI YOU SHLAAAAAAAG![/size]

[size=1]Nice thread. My brother found some weed he'd stashed under his floor and smoked it with me before he went to the hospital. It was probably a silly idea but my brother is the funniest man alive when stoned. ...Or maybe he's not and I just have the giggles.[/size]

[size=1]I just had my day ruined by knowledge that be BNP got a seat in the North West. No words can express how silly these Nazis are.[/size]

[quote name='Mykul']I have but one question: [CENTER][COLOR="Red"][SIZE="4"][FONT="System"]WHEN DO WE START?[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/CENTER][/QUOTE] [size=1]WE DON'T! I'M TOTALLY MESSING WITH YOU GUYS HERE! GETTING ALL YOUR HOPES UP AND CRAP! [spoiler]Next week sometime sound good?[/spoiler][/size]

[size=1]Has booked first tattoo. This shall be it: [img]http://www.everythingenglish.com/catalog/crassantist.jpg[/img] 'cause I love crass. Also, I may or may not have the writing there. Or I might just have the symbols and the CRASS underneath it (no one needs to know about Anti War...). On the underside of my wrist. Then in two weeks on the next pay day I'll get the back of my neck done finally. But first, CRASSNESS. EDIT: New version I just did. [img]http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/1364/crassdesign1.png[/img][/size]

[size=1]No, you characters don't have to turn into the full alien creatures if you don't want them to. Also as for your character Drizzt it's fine except you may want to leave the flying out of it (originally that was going to be the [i]only[/i] power the Chronus had, see). I think most powers aren't too game breaking as long as there's quite some difference between each clan. All our powers won't have been present in the original alien survivors so they've been developed due to evolution and mixed human DNA. Basically, you can really go wild in the little creative parameter your clan has been given.[/size]

[size=1]Naw, I think that'll be cool. It sort of works like clan polar opposites: the Sin and Chronus are like the North and South, Baal and Reshef are like the East and West. If you get me. Because our characters are from different clans it's perfectly fine and we'll have completely different personalities. *Is also considering changing her character's power in case no one in this RPG can be arsed sleeping haha*[/size]