Baron Samedi

Hahaha. I am oh so appreciative of the thoughtful, well thought out, respectful opinions outlined here. Here I came, all ready for a jolly good argument, or at least some interesting reading, and what do I get? Crap, thats what. Ok. Now for my stance on the issue. Sure. I am only 14. Sure, maybe I would feel differently if it was my child. But sure, you want the best for a child. Sure you can't afford to support it. Sure, it will probably end up as trash in a trailer park. Yet some people seem to think that is OK as long as you don't abort it. Killing is not a really condonable act, but in some cases it may be better that allowing the child to live, or the people may even be selfish. It happens. If you had gotten drunk and made a mistake, if you had had an accident, if you were thoughtless, if you were raped, financially insecure, emotionally unprepared, then, would it not be kinder and better for an abortion to take place? [b]Rape[/b] abortion is acceptable [b]Getting drunk[/b]... unfortunate but understandable. [b]'Breakage' or failure[/b] is perfectly acceptable [b]Thoughtless[/b]: People make mistakes. Not as solid base for 'action' as the others though. [b]Financially bad off[/b] wouldn't it be fairer to the child? [b]Emotionally unprepared[/b] often a cop-out excuse, but also acceptable. All of these could be countered by adoption... but how hard would it be to give up something that you have nurtured inside you for 9 months? Abortion before any bond is established is the kindest way to get rid of it, before any prejudicial feelings are raised to counter the logical. Ultimately, abortion is something that two partners should decide on. But more importantly, the woman should decide, as it is mainly relating to her. Questions: What can you do to stop her? Is it fair to stop her? Do you have any right over another persons' rights? Answers: Nothing, No and No. So sit down and be accepting of other people's decisions. Don't try to judge until you've been in that position, and even then, be aware: People are different.

If Charles's observations prove to be true, I hope to be here then.... Haha. I wonder if it'll be here in 50 years? Haha.

My god. How... nice. That is incredibly sad but also really nice... I think that you should just wait it out. Cutting in on another guys girl while they're together is bad, but if they're split up, which it sounds like they iminently will be, then it's fine. Eventually, it sounds like they'll be breaking up. Then she will turn to you, because she likes you. My advice is to wait it out. Back off a bit, but tell her that you'll be there when she needs you...just let it go and wait for her. She will come to you eventually.

Ok, here's mine. [b]Name[/b]: Petir Zalevskaya [b]Codename[/b]: Stalin [b]Bio[/b]:Petir was born into a lower-middle class family in St. Petersburg. Originally he started doing chores and errands for the local Mafia ring. Eventually his aptitude and enthusiasm got filtered up to the regional council. He was promoted and trained in the weapons and fighting arts. He specialised, if one could call it that, in brawling. To him, boxing was stupid, martial arts were stupid, in fact anything that didn't involve brute force was stupid. And then he was exposed to the rest of the world. What a shock. While he still retains a scepticism of such things, he also can make use of them. He progressed into drug-running, and then into extortion, murder and theft. Eventually he reached the top ranks of Mafia and earned the rights to the supreme code-name: Stalin. [b]Personality[/b]: A cold, heartless bastard, Petir has few friends, but even fewer enemies. Well,[i] living[/i] enemies at any rate. Highly sarcastic, highly motivated and professional, he is rarely put off his target. His only vice is women. Those angels of figure. [b]Weapon[/b]: H&K folding stock sub-machine gun. [b]Description[/b]: Pale complexion, hard grey eyes and dark black hair, a face of great contrast. He is strongly built, perhaps slightly shorter than average, but a good physique. He customarily wears a long black trenchcoat, with dark pants and a dark shirt and jumper.

Ok, let me lay it down straight for you... I have an idea for a RPG, but I am not sure how to go about doing it... Any experienced help would be much appreciated here. Ok... here's the deal. Lately the Mafia have been progressing and encroaching onto Yakuza territory. Understandably, the Yakuza are not impressed, [i]at all[/i], and immediatley take strict measures to halt the Mafia's progression. In a silent struggle for power, many agents and members have been killed. Murder would be a more appropriate word, but it all amounts to the same thing. Then, out of Cuba, comes a load of cocaine. Nothing irregular, one might be tempted to think, but concealed inside is a veritable arsenal of weapons which the Yakuza has ordered. With it, they are planning to remove the Mafia's head once and for all. Mafia contacts inside the organisation quickly latch onto this. Now, as the shipment crosses Africa on a camel train, the race is on to locate and recover the shipment. Each group has sent their top 10 operatives to recover the stock. They [i]must[/i] beat the other team to the shipment. Obviously, this RPG will have a maximum of 20 people in it. This being my first RPG, I am not really expecting to fill that, but we shall see. Ok, now for the fun part... Signups! Name: [Self Explanatory] Code-name: [Your name within the organisation] Bio: [If you need some explaining here, you can bugger off now ;)] Personailty: [ditto for above] Weapon: [With this, a sidearm is permitted. Hand-to-hand fighting will dominate in this RPG but weapons are accepted for threatening and useful-ness in situations] Description: [Self explanatory] Thats about it. You get mine later, after someone has replied... so. GET THE HELL ON WITH IT!

Looking around, Ruben saw that most of the people were reluctant to stand up, so he rose from the bench he was sitting on and stretched. In a lazy drawl he said "I'm Queen Annastice and I'm here to have a good time" The Captain replied in a scathing tone "Thats wonderful your Majesty. Now, why is the name Ruben Thorne on your overalls, and why do you have security division emblems on your shirt?" Ruben grinned "Oh, I found this guy wearing them, so I chucked him in a closet and stole his clothes." Grinning, Ruben sat back down on the bench.

My mind is divided as to the authenticity of this: Is it fictional or an essay provided on a real occurrence? Whichever, this is a good piece, and you compared the two situations admirably. I am impressed, and find that your work always seem to have the right tone for the situation at hand. I don't really know what this was for however... so, may I ask you several enlightening questions? 1) What was the project you were working on? 2) Is this fictional or real? 3) Did you create this to cover the situation for yourself, or was it a class project report? Anyway, good work.

OOC: I just love it how everyone is dying to meet me. It just fills me with glee and team-spirit. ~_^ Ic: Ruben was wandering through the corridors when the announcement came over the speaker. He continued down the corridor marked [[b]Debriefing Room[/b]], when, out of the corner of his eye, something skittered inside a room. Pausing, Ruben flung the slightly ajar door wide open, slamming the light-switch on with his palm. The room was bare, absolutely empty. Feeling slightly worried, breathing hard from the sudden exertion, he grinned, glad that there had not been anyone around to witness his foolishness. Besides, who could blame his nervousness. The ship was large and empty, and it was his first time off Earth. Coming out of the room, he glanced down the corridor, only to see a man and a woman come out of a doorway. Grinning slightly, he followed them down the hall.

Personally, I would imagine Internet time to be longer... I don't feel like I've been at my new school for all that long, but I feel like I've been at OB forever..

The blue-ness change was good and necessary, but I must confess that it looked better when you could see all of their faces. Much, [i]much[/i] better. I'd also prefer the word 'hack' to be less blurred, but aside from that, it is quite good. Aesthetics: 7.5/10 Technical: 8/10

Emerging from one of the last pods to open, Ruben Thorne stood and stretched. His muscles were sore after 27 days of inactivity, only stimulated by machines, his neck was protesting. Grunting, he headed for the showers, totally unperturbed by his nudeness. Rinsing the goop from his body, he belched loudly. God knows how long that had been waiting to escape. Wrapping his body in a towel, Thorne exited the showeroom and headed towards the benches in the corner where clothes were stacked up. Seeing his name imprinted on a pair of overalls, Thorne rightly deduced that they were his. There were a few suits left, but most of them had been taken. Just his luck to wake up last. Slipping into the shirt, then pulling the overalls on over the top Ruben felt naked. He was completely clothed, but he had no weapon. No gun, no taser, not even a fucking truncheon. Ah well, not like these scientists could really do anything that he couldn't handle. Feeling a slight chill, he pulled on a pair of socks and headed out of the room. Somewhere on this massive ship the rest of the crew were surely to be found. Feeling slightly unsettled at all the silence, he followed a corridor which was labelled as leading to the mess area. His stomach rumbled. [i]Yeah yeah, we'll get there soon. Hopefully they'll have some decent tucker[/i].

My mum and dad are top-secret spies working for the Israeli government seeking to undermine the productivity of sheep in Western Australia [Father has a doctorate in Biological Sciences and Mother has a Ph.D in Gene engineering]. Haha. As if. My dad is a photographer for a tourist boat in Perth, and my mum is a Secretary with the police. She is also a domestic engineer. Political correctness and all that- a house wife is a domestic engineer. Edit: What I want to be.. no idea. Something rich and fun. I don't really have any definite aims.

I could possibly be here in 10 years. Little old no-life me. I have only been here for 7 or 8 months... and it feels like forever. Eventually finding time to be here will be hard but I'll still find some time. I often wonder about Adam and James, and hope they'll stay at this site for as long as.. well, as they want, but hopefully forever Heh. It would be sad if it died. I might actually have to get a life. I probably won't be here in 10 years, but I could be. WHo knows. This site is becoming increasingly large, which will either result in a great, successful site, or a dead hulk. Hopefully the former over the latter though.

I love the text on that picture, and the simple border works well. However, I don't think you have done anything else with the picture. I know the picture you used and all you did was add the text. However, I can liken to that as I often do that so... good stuff. I love it's simplicity Technical: 4/10 Aesthetic: 8/10

Up to you whether or not you accept me.. I want to sign up. Name: Ruben Thorne Age: 38 Gender: Male Assignment: Security Officer Personality/Bio mix: An agrressive/charismatic personality, Thorne is an ex-rugby Union player. Leading the All-Blacks to victory, 5 years ago, Ruben retired from the team, due to his age. He has an extremely aggressive and pro-active nature, very useful in rugby. He decided to enter into something more quiet... and probably way more boring after his exit from the sport-world. Body-guard to a scientist who's experimental delvings into gene manipulation on humans had severely annoyed some people. Eventually, this scientist was found dead in his lab... he had experimented on himself and the result was grotesque. His body had increased 700% in muscle and weight, but his heart had remained the same. Very messy. Ruben had found some scientific contacts and was recruited for the rescue attempt. More there for protecting the sometimes discordant scientists than any external threat, Thorne is anticipating a routine, if boring salvage mission. Appearance: 2.1 metres tall, weighing 98kg 52% of that is muscle, Thorne cuts a very imposing figure. Heavily muscled arms and legs, short dark-brown hair and blue eyes, several scars and a broken nose combine to make his a very formidable opponent.. on the field or anywhere else.

Funshine glanced around the lush rainforest... how did this happening. Turning to the others, he pouted and put his hands on his hips. "Are you guys playing a trick on me? It isn't a very funny one, at all." The looks on the other care bears faces immediatley dispelled his doubts though... something had truly gone wrong. "I guess that the moonbeams weren't working quite properly yet..." Bubbly Bear said, letting the words trail off miserably. Glancing off into a nearby clearing, Secret Bear got very excited, and started to jump up and down, tugging on Grumpy's arm. Inside the clearing, there was a patch of grey, spreading. And in the distance, they heard a dog bark...

Also James, you should put up your MarioKart banners as well.. I've seen a few, but you havn't included them here yet.

Seeing as Iris seemed a bit reluctant to begin her tale at this stage, Ruben stepped in instead. "I was born in the Granite-Fold mountains. I was enlisted in Lord Mountebatten's army, however, army life didn't really suit me at all. I left, and began to think about becoming a guide. I passed a permit onto the Council, and I am currently waiting for affirmation. I don't think that is ever going to happen though, because a few days ago... well, no, further back than that, I started shifting shit at the city... but, to cut a long story short, I got annoyed. I killed my supervisor and left. In a hurry. After killing three soldiers. And here I am now. I... am normally quite calm, but lately... my mind feels fractured, and it hurts. And sometimes I see these.. strands, and they are screaming as they are blotted out. And I think these are doing it. But anyway, they make me angry... mad, out of my mind with rage. So, if you are willing to take the risk, stay in my company. If not... I'll leave and I'll.. I don't know. I don't know where this is heading. Maybe I'm going crazy..." Then one of the others spoke up "....

Well, I figure I may as well do another one of these... hhhmmm Name: Joshua Nicknames: Josh, Wacko. Age: 14 Hair colour: Plain brown, short Eye colour: Greenish/hazel. Pretty, apparently. Height: 157cm, I think. Wardrobe: Not as much cool stuff as I'd like. Basically... 1 pair of cords, 2 pairs of jeans, 1 pair of skate pants, too many shirts, 2 good jumpers, about 10 crappy jumpers, trackpants, jocks, socks, boxers, singlets, one pair of Pj's [other on my bed], school uniform from last year, this years uniform. haha. At least [i]I[/i] was honest. Personality............. Haha. I don't know. What do you think of me? Favourite Music: Anything that isn't Country, or Blues. I even like classical! Bands: I have no idea. Plus, I don't have four hours. Hobbies: Ob, hockey, reading...... stealing other people's lives. Haha.

Haha. I get the thread title now ^__^;; Thats good. The same kind of idea I would associate with you or a Sennen banner. Making a very subtle statement I see ~_^. Good stuff, a nice collage of... appropriate images. Very funny, good stuff. 999/1000-0=999/100-0=999/10 i.e. 999/10

I believe that Mac is referring more to people saying where they live [down to Towns] and giving out Full names etc. that is probably the main point of this...

That's not so bad. My school computer screen is hell [hits it] but it looks pretty good. I love the simplicty, the text is good, the picture is faded well and fits in well, the border for it looks fine, and the only improvement is your name.. change it's colour or underline it etc. I find myself probably one of the more critical viewers on OB, and if I thought this was crap, I'd tell you. However, it is good, nice and simple and effective. Good job. 8/10

I agree with you... I am quite careful about myself. I have once let out my last name, accidentally, but I don't think anyone knows. Most know my first name, and that I live in a rural town in Western Australia. I don't let out my town name though, and I'm careful. We should all be aware of this issue, and I agree with your point. Ultimately that is up to the individual, but erhaps a warning should be put up somewhere... Also, people slip. Like I believe I know Poisontongue's last name, as well as his first name and where he goes to school. But [i]I'm[/i] not a stalker, [fortunately], however, we must remember that there are cases of stalkers.

"Well" said Ruben, glancing around "Isn't this a pretty little gathering..." "Indeed" muttered the smokey man. Ruben straightened up from his aggressive stance, stretching. "About time for introductions don't you feel?" his voice rumbled around the clearing. The new-comers spoke up first "I'm Tr'shiel Zogaurd" "And pray tell, what are you?" "A siren, if it is any of your business" Then spoke her companion, a massive hulking figure, "I am Johanas Milintarien, a priest of Ryn. I am a rengale" Then the smokey-man " Just call me Belial... and you needn't know [i]what[/i] I am." "Not hard to guess" muttered Aidian, then coughed and introduced himself, "Greetings, my name is Aidian. I am a draconian and.. there isn't too much to say really. Sword for hire, if you happen to be interested" Ruben turned towards the last remaning person to speak "I'm Liiryis Tynthaan, but you can call me Iris. I'm an elf and... there isn't too much to say about me either..." "And I'm Ruben Granite, and ogre troll mix. And this is a very interesting group..." Aidian now spoke up " And would you all mind telling me why you are here, and where you are going... and whats going on." [OOC: Sorry for any misrepresentations]

[b][I sent us off in groups.. for Adventurous Fun ^^;; If this isn't good, I'll change it][/b] They literally [i]poured[/i] out of Dream-Day Hall. Fuzzy, furry, funny creatures, rushing off eagerley to their roles for the search. And then, out comes Grumpy, tagging along behind. All sad and grumpy, and, more importantly, worried. Ooff towards the Rainbow Rescue Beam hurried nine little creatures. Secret Bear, Brave Heart Lion, Love-a-Lot Bear, Funshine Bear, Treat Heart Pig, Loyal Heart Dog, Bubbly Bear, Grumpy Bear and Good Luck Bear. Wishing them luck, Good Luck Bear sent them off on the rainbows. Treat Heart Pig, Love-a-Lot Bear, Brave heart Lion and Loyal Heart Dog went on one, with Secret bear, Bubbly Bear, Funshine Bear and Grumpy Bear on the other. Off they shot on their separate paths to solve the world's sadness. Good Luck Bear waved them off, and as he was shutting down the Rainbow Centre for the night, happened to glance at the co-ordinates he had entered. He gasped in shock " Oh no.... I sent them to wrong places.... they're heading straight for the centre of the sad.... and for the big desert. Oh no... What have I done?" [OOC: Damn Malfunctiong equipment]