Raiha

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][LIST] [*]lint Well duh [*]string Again. Duh. [*]automatic razor box cutter device For cutting people. I mean boxes. [*]HealthPak: 5 vitamins, PM pack For being healthy, cause I'm healthy. [*]cell phone For calling people. For letting people call me. [*]Cherry chapstick For keeping my lips oh so kissable. [/LIST][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]130 tons of garbage and it's not done yet. Plastic bags were left out for refuse to be deposited but why do that when you can just toss your junk on the ground? Record crowds. Record rubbish heaps. How motivational. 1.8 million people by the way, which isn't the five million, seven million, or three million projected.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[IMG]http://www.red-carpet.org/wp-content/gallery/underworld-3/hr_underworld_3-_the_rise_of_the_lycans_3.jpg[/IMG] [b](She dies)[/b] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]And once again it behooves us to take a look to another sequel/prequel thingy in which there is an orgy of violence, fur, fangs, and fun romantic scenes that nobody will really pay attention to. I'm looking forward to this film if only to escape from the cold crushing dark reality that is my life. And because it's an excuse to wear fangs to another movie theater and make all of the bouncy giggly fangirls jealous of me by putting a collar on my boyfriend and parading him around like a dog. Oh wait, isn't that how wars are started? It starts today at midnight. Or is it tomorrow very early in the morning? Your feedback as always, is cuddly.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I recently obtained most of Claymore except for the first couple because I felt those were the most boring and dull stories ever. Also the Gothic Bible Extra vol. 2. I'm not sure that counts as manga though. But I prefer to get my manga through the internet. Ikillion is my *sniff* supplier.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Magus']That's a good point though. Flying in air while class is in session would be interesting, not to mention it can float on water... I don't know which one I'd actually try out first.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]You may die however because you are in fact still a scumbag mercenary. Well, they polish the name up and give you a shiny outfit and crap but you're still a murderer. Of helpless little animals and possibly women that have magical powers.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Definitely not Katamari. I'd end up in the heavens as part of a star mashed up against a grate and a cow. Ugh. Hmmm, perhaps Final Fantasy 12. I can see myself settling down in Archades wearing classical Victorian costumes, or retiring to one of those beautiful little towns like the Land of the Garif in Jahara, or perhaps even mingling with Viera in the woods, assuming I didn't have my life sucked out of me by a Marlboro or a Courel. But then again, I might also want to live in the No More Heroes universe so I can wield a lightsaber, shout out the name of my favorite pudding to go Super Saiya-jin, and do odd jobs for months at a time.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][b]Asexually divide[/b] thyself. [b]Discover a realm[/b] beyond the reach of space and time. Pick up [b]Pikachu.[/b] Evolve [b]Pikachu.[/b] [b]Throw Pikachu [Raichu][/b] at [b]Dick Van Dyke.[/b][/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Haku877']Well based on ones religion(Like my own) I would say the chicken. Only for the sole fact all animals were created thus to next reproduce so the chicken must of come first. but that's only an opinion.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Precisely. Although theoretically the egg would have to be fertilized to be a chicken, so if the egg did come first, the rooster would've technically had to come first. Haha, I'm so witty.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='The13thMan'] Quite frankly, your pessimistic view is a load of crap. I really did start this thread in the hope to get good discussion from it... but people, such as yourself, have tried to stop that. To everyone else that tried sincerely to answer my questions, thank you.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][CENTER][FONT="Times New Roman"]Actually I'm pretty sure if they wanted to stop it, two moderators in collusion could figure out a way to shut down this conversation entirely. But they don't, because that would be bad. And honestly, you expect logic to back up the theory of an Omnipotent being? Are you kidding me? The very fact that humans have faith in a higher power defies the very definition of logic. Provable and unprovable, faith in the evidence of things unseen and so on and so forth. That's just silly.[/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]

[quote name='Aaryanna'][COLOR="Sienna"][FONT="Tahoma"] Also you could give Raiha a custom title of [B]Queen of Death[/B] to throw the others off and therefore keep the 8,000+ threshold a secret. :D[/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]You know...that totally would work, if someone hadn't already written a darn poem about it. ;p But seriously folks, it's not undeserved if your posts aren't in fact spam and actually useful or perhaps relevant to discussions. If you want to think so though, you can. People will just think you're whining.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Ace'][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]A thread wherein I must justify my beliefs to someone who's clearly stated that they're only in it for the sake of arguing? I do believe I lack interest.[/FONT][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I do concur. I believe in the Divine, and it's really nobody else's business but mine. If they want to argue with me they'll be very bored because I'll spend all of my time yawning and saying, "Uh uh, and how do [i]you[/i] feel about that?"[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]As second only to James, I can honestly say that it's really not a big deal. I didn't care about it when I was a 'no life' member and I didn't care after the titles disappeared. It's just extra flair to distract from the quality of the posts.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Darren']"Love Shack! Baby, Love Shack!"[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Tahoma"]Love Shack BABY! *also shot*[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][IMG]http://www.cosmates.jp/shop/images/products/gothic471_big.jpg[/IMG] I am donning this for the sake of my boyfriend, who will by then be freshly returned from a mission he's doing overseas for the army that he can't tell me about which is super romantic by the way. So I'll be wearing that, and the rest as they say, is up to you to figure out.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Doc Holliday']Personally? I'm a liberal conservative (I support a mix of both conservative and liberal policies). However, that doesn't mean I'm Ann Coulter or Bill O'Reilly, and nor does it mean I'm Keith Olbermann.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Okay people, we've officially strayed off the topic of this thread, which as we all should know, is another excuse to engage in an orgy of PETA bashing. So leave off analyzing OB's political slant, cause that's honestly for another thread. In the meantime, I can assure you that red meat is on occasion important for people's health, specifically women who need folic acid and iron, particularly when pregnant and right after giving birth. There's a reason most tribal cultures always presented the liver and heart to the women after a hunt of large game.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]The safe house was about half a mile away, and Grace estimated with a burst of speed from Jennifer's abilities, she'd make it there first. Whistling to Josie and leaving Escobar and Carlotta with the others, Grace took off at a skipping run with the greyhound pacing with her perfectly. The two pounded the packed earth floors, and on a whim she did a double handspring forward, gaining several yards on Josie, who immediately put on a burst of speed that easily outstripped her, even with the speed of two women combined and not one. Some had it tough. Grace slowed down to an easy lope as soon as the familiar iron walls of the safe house greeted her. Nearly impenetrable, welded by Carol and Eros and assembled nearly from a kit, the gates responded to the click of Grace's key and she pulled them open just wide enough to admit those who would be following her. The second door she opened with the next key, and then the next six locks beneath it, all of them opening as if they had been greased just the other day. Once inside she lit a single candle and placed it on the simple card table they'd hauled down here. Next came the poker set and a fresh deck of cards. Dealing everyone except Mrs. Young a hand, Grace sat and waited patiently, dividing up the chips evenly while Josie lapped water from her bowl in the corner. The others showed up in relatively good time, Carol throwing every bolt behind her, Eros finishing slopping the scent killer on their final footsteps. Korey blinked at the set.[/i] "You play Texas Hold 'Em in the safe house?" "Well we don't have electricity, and we have nothing better to do. Why not?" "Besides, it's a good sharpener." "Pain in the ass when the girls start telling me when to fold and when to bet again." [i]Eros looked over from where he was making Mrs. Young comfortable. The dogs circled the tables, then curled up by the small portable heater Carol had brought along. Flipping the next three cards, Grace tossed in her chips and everyone began. Eros sitting to her right, Carol to her left, and Korey across, they began to play in deadly seriousness. Grace knew that part of their concentration was merely them trying to shut out the thought of what might be happening to their home. But on the other hand, there was a game to play, and Grace was determined to somehow beat Eros's six game streak. Korey blinked and dealt as the first two rounds went to Carol and Eros respectively, wondering just how the other dozens of people in their heads made them better poker players. Josie chuffed in her sleep and Mrs. Young dozed, the sounds of her light breathing mingling with the snoring of Escobar and Carlotta. Grace looked up from a rather good hand.[/i] "How much longer you think Carol?" "Six hours before the Eaters get bored and decide there's nothing to eat." "And then two more to make sure they've retreated to a good range." "Then we send a dog back up and find out for sure." [i]Carol counted down on her fingers and Eros nodded sagely. All business as usual, standard operating procedure.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[INDENT][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]So I couldn't remember her age, fortunately I can edit. I'm a fool for the editing tool.[/FONT][/COLOR][/INDENT]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][b]Your name:[/b] Macey Ellen Almagest [b]Your age:[/b] 32 [b]Your connection to the Almagest family:[/b] Second to last Daughter of Leonhart Almagest. [b]Your connection to the Achard family:[/b] Ex-wife of Vincent Achard. [b]Your portrait:[/b] see below. Has finally abandoned her penchant for black dresses, and now favors warmer colors. Gold, almond, red, and sometimes purple. [b]Your occupation/location:[/B] Still living in the family manor at Rosengard, Macey Ellen has more or less transformed the room she once shared with her sister into an enormous quasai-private library and laboratory, given that her former lab was destroyed in an untoward happening during the past revolution. She currently does some contract work for Magitech as well as gives private lectures to certain students who can book some of her time. Her emphasis on alchemy and the hard sciences have earned her several awards, but being a typical Almagest, sees very little use for them. [b]Your story:[/b] Once married to Vincent Archard, divorced, and then mourned after his death, Macey Ellen has a varied and colorful history. Her past involvement, some have speculated in a romantic manner, with Gustave, Vincent's gregarious and ingorrigible brother has kept the public entertained for years. Once a very private figure, Macey hasn't shirked from the limelight as she once did, and is now a rather open sort, capable of holding her own with press from any country and any corporation. With an opinion on everything, Macey doesn't pull any punches and expresses her mind, sometimes to the dismay of her siblings, sometimes to their great delight.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Okay. Wait. Excuse me? I don't think so. East Germany was a totalitarian state bent on the subjugation of everyone within Blitzkreig distance. Israel is bent on the survival of their country against all odds including extremely aggressive neighbors and a paid group of terrorists supported by Iran with the express purpose of destroying them. Give me a break.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Being someone old enough to remember the last administration, when Bush's inaguration cost $40 million, everyone from France to England to Massachusetts Democrats called it a wasteful evil horrible thing. Now Obama's "Inaguration" read: Canonization, is costing three times as much and that number just keeps climbing. And as far as accessability, they've decided to provide a grand total of 5,000 porta-johns which will not be enough for the how many million people? Also they'll keep bars open until 4 or 5 am, which will be good for promoting public drunkenness, and also strollers are banned. No strollers, no baby bags [might contain bad things], no flags over a certain size, and no jackets held over the arm [might hide handgun]. So the draconian attempts to make the public more welcome at this enormous event not only hinder everyone showing up, but the parade after has become a hilarious conflagration of grievance groups complaining about everything from the Alabama based Civil War era ladies to the high school marching band with the culturally insensitive name "The Chiefs." It's turned into a chance for every group to complain about something in the other groups, and to be quite frank, it's embarrassing.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]I crossed the hallway to my bedroom and began flinging clothes onto the bed, bundling everything up into one of my duffel bags, zipping the sides quickly, tossing in an extra pair of shoes and my bathroom kit. Then I turned and pulled everything up by the handles.[/i] "It'll definitely have to be your place. The landlord is out of town on vacation and not picking up his messages." "So the thermostat stays broken until...?" "He gets back from Boca Raton. Depending on if he feels like it. But for some reason my rent checks find him just like magic." "Figures. Asshole." [i]He shook his head, exhibiting the same kind of finely drawn maleness that tended to appear when he was angry or thinking about something heavily. Then he took the duffel from me and slung it over one shoulder, opening the front door while slipping on his shoes. I followed him, locking the door behind us, the list in his pocket, and my cell phone in mine. While we pulled ourselves into his car, I could hear his wheels turning, probably wondering how to find my landlord and make him fix the thermostat, but maybe thinking about me. On the other hand, I wasn't so vain that I figured our kiss was occupying his every waking moment. It could be though. That was kind of flattering. Pushing the thought out of my mind I listened to the sounds of traffic instead, the dim sound of the Mars Volta coming through the car speakers. Closing my eyes, I was just drifting off as Kenso circled the monument towards his condo when I heard an annoying chirping sound. I looked over at Kenso, who was still looking at the road but pointing at my hip. And then, through a hazy kind of delirium I remembered my cell phone. You're a genius Rai. Fumbling like a freshmen at prom I nearly dropped my cell phone, before flicking it open and bringing it to my ear.[/i] "Raiha. Whose this?" "It's Jae girl! How you been?!" "Oh same ole same ole. How was Korea?" "Cold. I brought you some pretty good stuff though. Where are you?" "In Kenso's car, about to go to his condo and make wild animal love to him. We should totally meet for dinner though." [i]I held the phone away from my ear for a few seconds while Jae expressed her emotions loud enough for us both to hear. I shot a glance over at Kenso, who was twisting his mouth very specifically, as if he was trying to hold the laughter in.[/i] "You go girl! I knew he was right for you! I'll bring you guys something, just have him text me his address!" "Right, yeah. Bye!" "Okay girl talk to you soon I love you baby bye!" [i]I shook my head and shut my phone, my ears still ringing slightly from her verbal assault. Kenso chose that precise moment to break up laughing, nearly swerving into a stop sign as he did.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]There are plenty of respectable and sane organizations out there that promote awareness and responsible fishing practices without stooping to indoctrinating kids by teaching them that Cooking Mama is the spawn of the devil. I know our family has stopped eating orange roughy after learning about it through the Monterey Bay Aquarium's promotions of good fish farming practices. On the other hand, I don't eat fish so all this bollocks about 'evil fish' doesn't really bother me in the least. It's times like these that I thank my allergies for giving me the excuse to be morally superior to all of you fish eating bottom dwellers. But on the other hand, I'm running out of hands, I know the fish sticks we get are made of tuna. Most of the shopping areas around us have stocking fish sticks made with orange roughy, so your rant probably only applies to jerks who don't care. And since in California everyone cares, everything here is a OK.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]"Get The Balance Right." A Depeche Mode remix by Scaras. A bunch of goth industrial bands got together to do a bunch of Depeche Mode covers, so I'd recommend tracking down "A Goth Electro Tribute To Depeche Mode" if you can. Shiny Toy Guns did a cover of "Stripped" that is incredible, also findable on youtube.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Linnett flicked her fingers in a rolling gesture that reminded Einge of a dancing girl. The male jerked to a halt and sank to his knees before her, proffering up his wrists like a penitent about to receive the rites at the altar. Linnett drank, barely inclining her head, and Einge smiled to himself, drawing another youth's throat up to his mouth, the ensorcellment taking all of the fight out of the boy. Dahler dropped the corpse, drumming and twitching reflexively to the ground, then smiled bloodily as Einge did much the same. Both watched as Linnett finished her feed and abruptly released her psychic hold on the two surviving males. Both began to scream convulsively, shuddering with the cold and agonizing paralytic fear, only to have their screams choked off as Linnett's image blurred, wavered, and surged past the pair of them, her left and right hands flashing outwards faster than either Dahler or Einge could follow. Then arterial sprays of blood, and two more corpses decorated the floor, both with their throats ripped open into hideous gaping smiles. Linnett turned and smiled at Dahler and Einge impartially, both noting that her lips and mouth were completely clean and free of blood.[/i] "Hunger sated little one?" "Yes. But now it's nap time." "Aren't you tired of sleeping? You slept for a long time you know." [i]Linnett tilted her head slightly to one side, and Einge considered that perhaps Linnett didn't have as good grasp of the flow of time as other vampires did. It was entirely possible she didn't know when she hit puberty, or was conscious of any other time markers that most people notice on a regular basis. She could be 200 and she probably would still feel the same as she did when she was 12. Instead of pondering this further, Linnett held her hand up to Einge and gestured with her fingertips.[/i] "We should sleep. Dawn comes soon." "Does it?" [i]Dahler and Einge looked back over their shoulders and saw the gray predawn growing over the horizon. Taking her advice, they withdrew from the alley into an abandoned warehouse to wait out the day, headed for the basement. Once there, Linnett immediately curled up with her skirt twisted around her like a blanket and fell asleep, blood dreams filling her mind immediately. Dahler and Einge took their time, leaning against the cold stone walls and considering their next move. Since coming back to the mainland, they didn't sense any untoward happenings or people that might signal danger any more than usual. No werewolves, no witches, and nothing else came up in their radar. Instead both could feel nothing, making them wonder just what they had missed. Dahler leaned back once more, closing his eyes, while Einge folded his fingers in his lap and considered Linnett impartially, just visible in the dark room. Her skin appeared almost luminescent to his night vision, and around her he could sense the mild aura of power that most vampires could draw into themselves after feeding on both blood and the psychic magnetism of humans. Hers swelled and billowed randomly, shrinking and growing and then coiling around her like a barely contained vapor. Then it contracted again and Linnett sank deeper into her dreams. Einge picked up her line of subconscious and followed it into a chain of memories, drawing himself slowly along her thoughts until he felt like he was hovering over her left shoulder.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Once upon a time Aaryanna and her Bichons frolicked gaily throughout the land, flitting here and there, little girl and little fluffballs in perfect harmony. But they were unaware of the shadows that were growing in their happy land. The Evil Overlord Allamorph was jealous of Aaryanna's simply joy as well as her beloved pet's simple trust and love for her. And so, in his wickedness, he decided to set a death curse upon her and all who were near her to suffer as well. But first, he needed something. As usual, when he had a difficult problem to ponder, he turned to the local Leyline and fired it up. Immediately a floating female face appeared in the orb and gave him a frown.[/i] "Oh now what?" "You're looking charming as always today Indi." "I'll say it again. Now what?" "I can't decide the best way to influence dogs to turn on their master. Ideas?" "Coat the owner in meat. Now leave me alone." [i]The face scowled deeply at him and disappeared in a puff of red smoke. Allamorph held up a hand in a feeble gesture.[/i] "Bu- Oh fine." [i]He paced throughout the halls of his palace, his robe swishing behind him, drowning out the sounds of the torture chambers just beneath his Thinking Room. Finally he hit upon a solution so simple, he could have sworn he thought it up himself. [/i] "Of course! I make those dratted dogs think she's a steak. It's BRILLIANT!" [i]And off he went to his secret Evil Laboratory where dark things happened and darker things were created to spread foul and unclean things throughout the world. After several hours of trial and error, the curse was set and delivered in a very short order. Aaryanna's favorite brand of dog food was, as he well knew, often in short supply. So, he took the liberty of having a fresh bag delivered to her doorstep via his special flying monkey service. And as the dogs ate the first scoops of the special dog food a change came over them. As they ingested both the dog food, and the magical substance all the bites of beefy flavored goodness, or in this case evilness, took effect, Aaryanna's Bichons began to look up at their once beloved mistress, with their beady little eyes glowing bright gold. All of a sudden instead of the two legged female thing that smelled like candy and cinnamon, they saw a two legged steak that smelled like freshly butchered, well, steak. And they beset her with eager little fangs, ripping, shredding, and rending. Watching from his Leyline, Evil Overlord Allamorph giggled and clapped his hands, then went back to plotting his greater, far more overreaching goal of someday ruling the world.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][URL="http://www.canada.com/topics/news/national/story.html?id=1173188"]Topic Of Interest[/URL] So it turns out that the word "fish" makes people think of a slimy, slippery, icky and not fubsy creature that you don't mind eating because it's ugly. PETA has decided that replacing "fish" with "sea kitten" makes the idea of eating fish and other sea creatures less palatable and morally ...good? I have no real idea what makes people think this way when you consider that a: there is no way you are going to tell me a pike is as cute as a kitten. And b: why would you name an animal commonly eaten by a kitten after the thing that eats ....it... Anyway your thoughts? Points for people who can think of appropriately funny captions for various pictures of fish. Also, just in case you missed it, Cooking Mama is also evil to PETA. That evil woman just is such a murderer...[/FONT][/COLOR]