Baron Samedi

It's been a whole month or less since a Location thread LRB. Ahem, anyways... I am from Australia, was born in Australia, and still live in Australia. Western australia. And yes, we have kangaroos and koalas hopping all over the place, particularly in the street. We have road crossings for animals. And we all speak like Steve Irwin. "G'Day mate" Heh.

Yeah. I thought the little Kills were good, but yeah. I hate those dots, whenever I export an animation they come up... and I didn't know what font the Kill Bill wwas in, so I made it Franklin Gothic Heavy. What font is it?

O.O Are you telling me that you did all that...? O.O I am super impressed. Did you draw the images? Anyway, The frame style is very good, and I like your work. it looks professional, is clean, and unique, yet fits in with how other comics are done. Very good job, I like your work. 9.5/10

Go for it, RPCrazy. At least you replied to this. heh. I wanted the "Little Kills" as I called them, to jiggle like that. Images? It's all text. I don't think the animation is too bad, but if you think you can make it better: I'd be pleased to see it. And I don't know why those dots are there, they just appeared when I exported the image. lol. Hope your version turns out good! ^_^

lol. I like it. Simple and humorous, two essential properties of a successful banner. Two advisors: A border, and change the font. Aside from that I like it. 7/10!

I thought this was quite a good idea. I like it. You general public people can decide if it's up to par though. I hope it is. About 1 hour was spent on this. Simple, but I like my own idea. If I may say so. [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?postid=508703[/img] Hahaha. Most amusing. I am happy with it. Excuse those red dots. I don't know why they are there.

Gareth heard himslef scream. his head was.. was hurting, his, his.....Mimi. Mimi. [i]Mimi had torn itself free from the scabbard, flying hilt first into Akato's chin, rendering him inert upon the ground. It...it knew that it needed to give Gareth energy. For Mimi would be but an ordinary weapon if Gareth died. And the poison was consuming him......She returned to the sheath.[/i] Mimi. Mimi. [Aaaaarrrggggh] *from his supine position upon the ground, Akato watched in a bemused daze as the sword flew around...* Gareth staggered to his feet. He was feeling.. better, in some aspects but... He was on fire. Screaming from the awesome pain of his flesh burning, Gareth ran, screaming, through the alleys, into the main street. Running, always screaming, Gareth knocked people over, scattered poultry in his quest for a water source to quench the flames. He leapt off the bridge, and into the sluggish, polluted river. Nobody paid him any attention. Crazy men screaming about being on fire was a common site in Keeven. probably something to do with those crazy potion masters. [i]Gareth came too. His first thought was that he was in hell. it was dark, thick, and choking, like....like Mud? [Mud?] Mud?[/i] He burst to the surface, gasping for breath. Everything was clear again. That bastard Akato.. he must have poisoned him or something. The water must have removed the fumes, despite it's filth. Gareth saw something float past. A corpse. He was lucky he hadn't ended up like that. He'd have to fight Akato another day. Well, at least he was still alive [i]to[/i] fight..

[quote][i]originally posted by Queen Asuka[/i] [color=deeppink][size=1]That's why I like that wild-cherry Sonic the Hedgehog Shampoo smell. No one has that shampoo anymore, and it reminds me so much of when I was a kid. ^_^[/color][/size][/quote] *finds some and puts it on* ^^;; I also like the smell of lemon Ajax, and petrol stations. I know petrol is bad for you, but the smell is.. really acrid, but tasty. Heh. Pancakes and maple syrup smell nice as well. And when you burp coke and get bubbles in your nose ^^;;; And the steam from cooked veges. And... nah, I best stop there. heh.

Gareth was pissed off to say the least. 5 hours of contant re-forging had produced his sickle, and a fine piece it was too. Then, somehow that Akato guy had... had fucked it up bad. Gareth threw the handle of the sickle at Akato, causing him to jump out of the way. reaching down, gareth grabbed a handful of dirt, flinging it into Akato's eyes, the he leapt, striking Akato full in the face with his foot. Pushing backwards off his face, gareth backflipped, and landed lightly on the ground. Akato was sent sprawling onto his back, but promptly flipped over, and was back on his feet. As Gareth fought to resist the impulse of Mimi to draw free, he noticed something. Akato's "rusty" blade, wasn't as bad as it appeared. Something about the rust... it wasn't flaking. it was more of.. a coating, rather than natural rust. Concluding that it must be some sort of acid, Gareth grabbed a piece of timber from a wall, planning on uasing it as quarterstaff. He propelled himself over Akato using the wood, but Akato sliced the timber in half using his sword. Gareth threw a piece at Akato's midsection,. then lept, timber over his head, to swing down on Akato...

God this is hilarious. LRB. My serious answer. James or Charles will approach you either by PM or IM if they feel that you are a good poster, obey the rules, and would make a good moderator. Don't try to become a moderator. If they feel you should be one, [i]they[/i] will approach you. They take the initiative. Then you choose if you wish to accept their offer or not. Or you could hand out free parcels of land, suitcases full of money, free alchoholic beverages, and ponies. This grants you an 80% chance of becoming a moderator. To definitley become a moderator, clinch the deal with a goat and woollen blanket. Can't fail with that ;) :ahem:[strike]Me for mod![/strike] please. I'll beg!! :ahem: Even though thats not the proper way to go about it... Heh.

[Note] Eeeep. My bad.. oh well, we'll continue from there just say.. Traillen took me to Keeven? Yeah.. I. yeah. Heh, sorry about that... IC: Gareth headed downstairs, and went into the bar area. He glanced around, but didn't see Akato anywhere. A shadow flitted over one of the inns dirty windows. Slightly put out that he wasn't granted the time to observe Akato in the bar, Gareth headed out through the door, and turned down the alley next to the inn. He kicked some stupid beggar in the head as he ran past, as the disgusting creature tried to grab his legs. Pausing at an intersection, Gareth listened for any sounds of retreat or pursuit. Distant creaking wagons, the moans of beggars and... something. Like a hound at the hunt Gareth ran down an alley towards the noise. It was the sound of a blade knocking into.. stone, by it's pitch. Pausing at yet another intersection, Gareth looked around. The he stared at the ground in front of him. Silhouetted against the feeble sunlight, was a shadow, stretched between the two buildings. Simultaneously spinning, and drawing a sickle, Gareth faced the shadow lunging at him from the building...

PT: Your first one was too slow with the loading of the "Uma is going to" and the fading of aforementioned text. RPCrazy's remixed version was so much better merely because it was quicker. Similar to yours, but quicker. All in all a good idea... in fact, I may make a Kill bill/Adam banner sometime... And ulterior motive for [i]me[/i] posting? [spoiler]Post count[/spoiler] lol. Plus it is funny making people read spoiler tags.

So Raiha. You're a robot arm, with a girl head, that comes out of an egg? Right? Cool. heh. I like the banner, it is a cool picture [despite blurring]. As Lan mentioned, perhaps make the opacity behind the "Some girls whine" higher, so it stands out more. Overall a good banner, I like it. We love you Raiha. Aside from one thing... Where is my cinnamon cupcake...?

There was an article on the news about this a while ago- like a month and a half. Metrosexuality is just guys who care about how they are presented, can deal with their emotions, and are basically trendy. It may contain some relationship to gay people in their manner, but not without stereotyping everyone. Which is unfair as Shy pointed out. The whole idea is a stereotype. They seem to think that people can only be a certain way. Either, overtly tough, strong, and un-emotional, gay [with all those stupid stereotypical attatchments], or now metrosexuality, a kind of in between. I take some care in how I look, but not overtly. It is nothing but another term to box us in and categorise eveyone. I hate that. EDIT**************** Mitch:I have never seen South park, but I know about this. It was on the news over here in AUS a few months ago. So yeah. And island gurl: Most of the people here are American, so they'll be asleep when we're up. Screwy people, aren't they?

[quote][i]originally posted by lea2385[/i] hmm....so murders, rapes, and stealing is ok, because not everyone that does that stuff gets smited by a divine being? [/quote] Absolutely. You got my point in one. I think we should all go out and kill/rape/steal/destroy, until we get struck by lightning. Hurray. Mental therapy is a good idea for it, but I don't think surgery is necessarily a bad thing. Probably counselling first, if for nothing but to save themselves some money.

Sure, not all irqi's are chucking bombs at the Americans. Sure some of them are happy. But look at that on the flip side. Sure, some of them are happy, but some aren't Two sides to every coin. Something I do find amusing is how far people will stretch a name to come up with a cool acronym. It's hilarious. ANSWER. Hah.

STOP IT!! Stop listing all those delicious smells. You're making me drool. I will always love your smell Chloe *cheezy wink* Strawberry and vanilla, peach, banana, pineapple. However, I am hoping for a Melted Chocolate one. Now, [i]that[/i] would be nice...

The idea of the operation seems to me to be pretty... well, gross. However, as we all should realise, our opinions on this matter depend entirely on where we are coming from. If I was someone who wanted to change my gender, then I would think that it was perfectly acceptable practice. The idea is slightly replusive to me however, if they feel it would make them happy and more complete, than it is fine. The practice is disconcerting, but I don't see why it is unacceptable or bad. What is so wrong with it? Surely if we weren't meant to be doing it, we would all be smited by a divine being.... [Excuse that last sentence]

[size=3]Edited Version[/size] [b]I won't get to see Kill-Bill for quite a while. it's up to you if I am in or out...[/b] [b]Real Name[/b]: Nido van der Mwyer [b]Callsign[/b]: Parabola [b]Age[/b]: 27 [b]Gender[/b]: Hot-blooded Male. [b]Alliance[/b]: Freelance Southern viper [b]Biography[/b]: Born in South Africa, Nido was taken away from his parents[english mother, austrian father], and sent to a boarding school. Being the only "Rooineck" there, he was treated like absolute ****. Pissed on, tortured, beaten up. He dealt with it, until the happy day his mother recovered, and took him away from the school. However, life was too cushy with her. He took up boxing, and focused on his strength. His first fight, he lost on points. The other guy kept dancing around, like a moth, and Nido couldn't get close to him. So he tried the other guy's method. he boosted his strength, but also his agility. Footwork was a principle of his from then on. He won the under 14's title the next year. He grew close to an old man who lived on a hill overlooking the valley. This man was an ex-marine, and taught Nido the art of assault and espionage. How to be brutal, yet quick and fleeting. Nido took it all to heart, and within 3 years, the man had taught him all. Nido could sneak up on a gazelle, he could catch fish with his hands. He was lghtning fast, and strong. Here, he reached a turning point in life. Now, he was not only strong, but fast. Both vital pre-requisites for the game of Men- that game called Rugby. He was picked up by a selector for the Springboks, and played with them for 7 years, in the forward blindside hooker position, leaving the team at age 25 due to family reasons. He trained with a local team for 3 months, before his mother passed away. The funeral was held in Pretoria, and as Nido was boarding the train for the trip back to the small village his family was born in, he was accosted by a strange man in a trench-coat. They fought, rolling about in the dust like two possessed demons. No-weapons, hands only. Nido had the guy on his back, then the stranger summoned massive strength and just flipped Nido off, which is not an easy feat with a 110kg man kneeling on your chest. They eventually came to a draw, and the man invited him to join an outfit known as the Southern Vipers. They needed experienced fighters to kill a crimelord known as Adam. Nido left for Tokyo three months later after organising family matters. He flew to Japan without incident, and is now relaxing in Tokyo. [b]Personality[/b]: Withdrawn, with a sick sense of humour. He can make friends, but is just as fine on his own, as a rogue operative. Quite brutal at times, he enjoys direct confrontation, but likes covert-ops as well. [b]Weapon[/b]: A sickle. It has a carbon/kevlar blade, and a leather-coated handle, however is modified with a chain attatchment at the bottom of the handle. Perfect for close confrontation, and used with the chain, can injure from a distance. [b]Picture[/b]: I can't find a picture I like, so here is a description. If you know any pictures to fit this description, please PM me. Dark blonde hair, muscular arms and legs. Like Louis Koen [South African rugby player] but with a goatee, and cool hair!! I generally wear a dark shirt [with a kevlar vest underneath], dark denim pants and a dark coloured, lightweight jacket. My sickle is carried in a shoulder holster, under my left arm. [ The small thumbnail picture at [url=http://sport.iafrica.com/rugby_world_cup/profiles/271920.htm]this[/url] site.]

May I be the [first?] to congratulate you on becoming a Junior Member PoisonTongue. I think it is a pretty good banner, but it is boring. It needs.. maybe if it was animated and had a few slides? As it is, it is pretty boring. heh. Sorry. But I like the idea. Heh.

I am going to list what I [i]want[/i] but I know I won't get it. Way too expensive... A new Desknote(A bigger laptop designed to replace PC's) An iPod, or one of those other such things Semjaza suggested An X-Box Money Aside from that I don't really know. My dad is getting me a better video-card for my computer, and I hopefully will get a cd-player, but my mum would not let me take it to school anyway. I envy you people who can truly think of getting an iPod or whatever for Christmas...

As you know James, I dig all your banners. My favourites from that list would be the KillBill firing pin one, and the one of Cloud with the various "pixel" colour effects. They are the leaders amongst leading banners. Personally, you have the best banners on OB to my mind, I really like your style. [Note: How did you get the picture of the firing pin? I could pause it there, but couldn't copy the image....]

Thise are really good Chloe. You did a good job with them. I don't do any art, but yours look really good. Nice job.

Thats nice. Some stuff is... not so good, but generally, i like it. It is.. kind of haunting. a good job and nice subject. Well done.

Two little efforts of mine. Hey Chloe, nice to see your poems. I blanked out my town name: my mum doesn't want everyone to know where I live. Heh. Poem About ******** - My Place. ********, a veritable paradise, Nestled in the enclosing, hospitable arms Of the valley, with the ********* River Rushing through valley, under the bridge Over which the cars trail, on their frenetic Journeys to towns in distant places. The trains run through the town in the early hours, Like weary marathon runners They steam and snort through the town. Clitter, clatter, clitter, clatter goes The din as they rush over the crossing, Disturbing the peace at 3.00 am With their clitters and clatters. Look out from my window, What do I see, over the roads The old gum trees and the dams And the roads, ever being foremost And omnipresent, in this world of ours. Many years ago, I fancy to imagine What it was like. Was it bustling and busy? No I think not. Was it quiet and peaceful With the breeze in the trees? The soft murmur Of leaves and the chitter of birds. Birds chitter and chatter, Trains clitter and clatter, Yet I wonder which is more common And preferable in this world of ours. Humans come with their noise and harsh ways Tearing from ground the ancient Trees, who have stood far longer than a single man Only to be ultimately destroyed By man, for man. Who belongs? Heaven knows the sounds of the birds, the animals, Is preferable to the unearthly din of the traffic, And trains with their clitter and clatter disturbing Both bush and residence alike With the noise of man That which is unearthly and artificial. The mist, on cold mornings, covers the Valley floor, rendering everything a cold, Unearthly pallor, like those long dead Fingers and noses are red and numb The only signs of life in the hunched, shuffling figures This is something of nature Indifferent to mans? petty attempts to ward it Something that is basic and ancient Like the landscape itself, a fortress Impenetrable. Yet we fight it. For this world of ours. We extinguish nature?s beauty most anywhere We inhabit or live on because we crush The landscape is our drive to crush The land for our needs that crush Nature for purpose of crush That is humans subconscious ideal To tame, thereby destroying In the name of progress Which is actually stepping Backwards towards a bad time Where technology fights to sustain the Earth that we will destroy. No more trees with sweet bloom But pills, flavourless, colourless No flowers or animals Aside from weeds in parking lots And mass produced meat attatched To IV tubes to be fed To people who?s grandparents ate the real thing Which has been crushed by our subconscious ideal. ******** will be no more, covered with city For farms are not required for breeding meat And space is needed for people. Outside their windows are other windows. No trees or dams but still roads, ever foremost and omnipresent in this world of ours. Here is one about Penang 1990 As I look out to sea, the blue of the waves. Into the land I see the green of the trees This wonderful island. Seemingly made just to please. The sand between ones? toes The noise of the surf I take in it all, on the springy green turf. The people, the laughter The nightlife galore This beautiful paradise Leaves you begging for more. 2055 As I look out to sea, no the dark sludge I crave for the trees that used to so please The wonderful island, Now barren wasteland The waves on the shore a faded memory Just like the pitiful, futile, twisted old tree. The people, the laughter The nightlife galore? Now they are gone Forever and more. No more, no more The island is bare The people, the pleasure a faded memory Just like the pitiful, futile, twisted old tree