Squall

it doesn't look like we're supposed to come in in any order or anything, and it looks like my form's been accepted, so I'm going to go ahead and post. --------------_______ The sound of roaring engines and the smell of gasoline filled the air. A dark blue jet soared into the air, and the sounds of engines were almost completely drownded out by the sound of obnoxiosly loud music. "Don't ride with suicide! Yeeehaa!" The blue jet flew high and swerved in and out of the clouds. A man with dark blue hair and sunglasses piloted the jet above the clouds, much to the dissaproval of the man sitting in the seat behind him. "Ryden Silverfire! You are to remain on course! Drop altitude immediatley!" Ryden's response was turning the music up louder and laughing. The jet took a dive and skimmed along the surface of the clouds. "Drop altitude or land! Those are your only choices!" "Allright already! Keep your shirt on!" The jet plumeted towards the ground as the man let out a high pitched scream. About an hour later, the jet landed. Ryden climbed out as somebody came to greet him down. "Ryden! How'd it go?" Ryden jumped down and grinned. "The instructor fainted a few minutes ago. Fuel me up, drag him out and I'm gone!" "Get comfy. This beauty's got a date with the tune up crew." Ryden sighed and started to walk away. 'Aw man, now I got to wait around here forever. He looked around the airfield. The cement runways boardered a large field of grass, and then acres of trees. He sighed and walked inside. 'The skies are friendly, the wind is right...' He sat in a chair in the hanger that overlooked the runway. 'and I gotta wait for repairs.'

Vince walked down the hall towards the end of the maze. 'Reinforcing a trapped room.' His hair and some of his clothes were slightly burnt. 'Had I been thinking clearly, I would have been able to avoid it.' He reached the room to see others already there "Kidnapper, we have passed your rediculous maze so state your buiseness now or forever hold your peice."

Ijimeru stood over the victums body with his boss. "Did you meet with Donald?" "Yeah, but he was too drunk to say anything useful." Ijimeru pulled out the picture of the decapitated corpse. "He called this guy 'Almond' and said something 'bout him being a 'bad banger' " "So in other words, we got nothing on the corpse. What about the murderer?" "Big hair broad make big big boom." "So we got a man named Almoned who was killed by a girl with an afro, that's what I get for putting you on the job." "I'm not a detective, I'm an assassin. Anyways, this guy we're looking at matches the style of one of the pics." Ijimeru flicks out a picture of a man who was stabbed and left. He drops it onto the corpse and starts to leave. "Ijimeru, when you find these freaks, I want you to kill them. They're causing too much commotion." Ijimeru stops and stays silent. "Ijimeru!'' "What do you do with all the heads I give you, make them into candy jars?" He flicks on his sunglasses and continues walking.

Ijimeru stepped back wide eyed. Suddenly, his expression turned from shock to anger. "What are you people doing? None of this makes any sense at all!" Ijimeru ran passed Yangi into the group of soilders. He jumped into the middle of a threesome and swung his staff around him. One manedged to dodge, but it the other two with a bone chilling crack. The one that dodged ran into Ijimeru and tried to pry the staff out of his hands. Immediately after he grabbed the staff he was charged with electricity. Ijimeru quickly kicked the guard off and readied his staff like a javeline. He threw it into the guards mouth and it slowly started to appear out the back of his head. The staff charged his corpse with electricity as small peices of his clothes started to catch fire. He slumped to the ground, dead. "Stop! Please Stop! Your mah- You making it worse!" Yangi pleaded on the ground as she continued to change.The remaining soilders stood motionless in a state of horrer. Finally one of them regained motion and pointed his gun at Ijimeru, who was slowly walking towards them. Agian Yangi pleaded, this time coming through to Ijimeru. He stopped and looked at the scene around him. The soilder started firing, but his hands were shaking too violently for his bullets to come in contact. Ijimeru slolwy turned to Yangi, His face fixed in a state of bewilderment and shock.

All great peices, I have Ode to joy in about 50 different places, but I never get around to listening to it. Tchaikovsky's great, I do enjoy his "fairy tale" style. Didn't Pachelbel write firebird?

The song in dot hack, that comes on at all the sentimental parts... I think it's broken wings. Shine, bright morning light now in the air, spring is coming sweet, blowing wind singing down the hills and valleys keep your eyes on me now we're on the edge hell Dear my love, sweet morning light Wait for me, You've gone much farther, too far and, Real folk blues Too much time has passed to lament that we were once deeply in love, The wind keeps on blowing, while my heart, cannot heal all the tears in it someone cry, for me with parched eyes, the real folk blues I only know what true sadness is sitting here, in this muddy water, is not such a bad life, if it ends after the first time (roughly translated) If I stopped to think, this list would probably grow bigger and bigger...

not really, sorry to say. it looks sort of...standard and plain. Sorry for ruining that.

What's your favorite classical? Composer? I am quite partial to Piano Concerto no. 3 By Rachmaninov. Besides that, it's a race between O fortuna and Jazz suite no. 3. My favorite composer is Beethoven, although I belive he has an uncanney habbit of dragging his songs on too long. __________________

Hey! where'd everybody go? ECHO ECho Echo echo... I like this thread too much to let it die!

I'm going to guess that means stop with the freaggin maze and hurry up. Vince was starting to become very annoyed. "I apologise for my haste, but we must hurry." He unsheathed his sword and walked to a wall. He cut through the wall and the peices fell to the floor. He started running, cutting through the walls that got into his path. 'Why would the Chunun keep us alive?' He thought. 'We have no social power, no control of any form of goverment, and yet he still relies on us to make his demands a reality.' He finally came to a wall that wouldn't be peirced by blade. "this room is specially reinforced, something very important is in here." He shouted back to the others.

It's very good! One thing I would change is moving the pics to the right to make room for the shortcut buttons. But besides that it's very creative and upbeat. :-)

Pking isn't be so bad bcause in the online games ive been in, there usually very easy to spot. Of course things get sort of complicated in the world. I think it should be something that the player can choose when he logs in (i.e. yes or no button on friendly fire)

Name: Snake Age: 19 Sex: male Build: medium Description: Short dark brown hair and dark grey bandana, Dark brown eyes, and a very cold stern face. Commonly wears a black long sleved shirt and dark gray vest. Black double belt and dark gray pants. Black boots and gloves. Race: human Bio: Arrogant and mildly cocky, yet still very seious. Battle hardened to a fault, he travels the world looking for the next challenge. Born in a town that was reduced to ashes in a violent raid, he can never turn back from the path he has chosen. 1. To defeat the enemy, you prefer: a. Skill 2. Love is the essence of: b. Weakness 3. Your Friends mean to you: b. Sacrificing myself

"These guys are better than you think. Although they aren't what you'd call quiet about their work, nothing leads to who did it." Ijimeru was on the side of the bridge with an old man. He lit a cigarette and started puffing out smoke. "Well, let's look at the victums then. One here (pulls out a picture of the stabbed and dropped man) this guy is...was a presedential can. Does that point us anywhere?" The man took the photo and examined it. "No, but I can guess that the murderer here didn't like the goverment very much." Ijimeru flicked to another one "what about this guy? He had a trace of oxy-something in him. Oxy..." "Oxypotin." The man cut in. "It renders someone paralyzed for a few hours, and then lets the guy wake up with one heck of a headache." "Voice of experience?" "Yep." "Who makes oxypotin?" Ijimeru flicked his cigarette into the river and reached for his sunglasses. "Just about 50 billion people in this city alone." "What about the pic.? can you recognize him?" "Maybe, if he had a head." The man empetied out his pipe and started to walk away. "Go to the Early Late bar on 12th. A man there named Donald Wetherby is a regular in there, and whatever happens in this city, he's got a hand in it."

Ijimeru had been walking for hours, every nerve in his being was stinging at him. He finally stopped at a rusty old wherehouse. He walked up to the padlocked double doors and opened them as far as they would go. "Ijimeru, BRO3886, Silent Gun." The padlock fell and the doors opened wider. A man came to greet him, his voice matching that of the man's on the radio. "Ijimeru, when the transmission cut I assumed you were dead." "Well, I'm not, but I may be very soon. I woke up in someone's apartment, already wrapped up like you see now. They may have poisioned me or something like it." The man nodded and waited for something else. "The mission was failed, I created nothing more than a commotion and a passedgeway into the facility." The man sighed and put a folder into Ijimeru's hands. "What's this?" "Your next assignment. take a look at these photo's." Ijimeru thumbed through the pictures. Inside were pictures of corpses. One was of a man who had the life squeezed out of him. Other's included the decapitated charred remains of someone, one that had been both stabbed and dropped from a building, and one that had been stabbed and left. "Pretty sloppy. These won't be secret's for more than three minutes. None the less, somebody was very busy." Ijimeru passed back the folder and continued walking. "Take a better look. Nothing connects these in any way. The type of death, the victums corpse, even the witnesses reports don't match. One was said to be accompanied by a girl before suddenly his place exploded and another guy was being chased before he was found as sidewalk spin art." Ijimeru turned to the man and flicked on his sunglasses. "What does this have to do with me?" "You are to investigate each of these, find the culprit, motive, and anything else you can dig up." "And here's why thats not going to happen. I'm tired, I'm sore, I'm wounded, I'm not a detective, and I'm not going to work for your overactive curiosity!'' The man grinned at him. "Who said you have a choice?'' An hour later, Ijimeru found himself riding down the road in a black sudan, swearing under his breath.

Ijimeru blinked in the newfound light. He felt his face for his mask, but found it replaced by bandedges. He sat up, but immediately layed back down. Every nerve in his stomach screamed in agony. He looked around as much as he could. He was on a bed in a white room. On a chair across from his bed lay his clothes. "Oh, your awake. That was quite a fall you took." Ijimeru looked to see a brown-haired girl in white clothes. "Where am I?" The girl casually walked over and started thumbing through a drawer of bottles. "Answer me! Where-" the girl tossed pills into Ijimeru's mouth, which he accedentily swollowed. "Pain killers, vitamins, and medication. Everything you need to start your day right." Ijimeru sat up and was greeted by the horrible pain in his stomach again. He took a deep breath and waited while the pain slowly faded away. The girl leaned forward and tried to push him back down. "No way. As you are now, You could pass for a mummy." She took her and back to find that it was slightly damp with blood. "A... polka-dotted mummy. These need to be changed." Ijimeru stood up and almost collapsed back down from the pain. He slowly inched his way across the room towards his gear. "For- forget it. I'm out of here." He tossed aside his sneaking suit and found his normal clothes underneath. "You can't just leave! I doubt you could make it down a flight of stairs like that!" He slipped on his jacket and felt over the bandedges on his face. "I don't know why you decided to help me, or why you failed to question anything, but I owe you my thanks." He slowly unwrapped his face bandedges, revealing his dark blue hair and more of his face. He slung the rest of his gear over his shoulder and stumbled out. "Your idea of gratitude really bites!" the girl screamed back at him as he left.

Hmm... Oddly enough, your art reminds me of metal gear solid art. It's very good and I plan to read more of it when I have more time.

Something probably a lot of people went through, but I woke up just in time to hear the reports of the twin towers being bombed. About three weeks to a month later, I was home sick and woke up to find a place about 3-5 miles away was in a hostage situation. On a less sad note, I once woke up to find my friend drawing obcene images on my face with a permanent marker. I hit him with a stick to make sure he never did it again.

I had a crush on a girl for a year and I tried very hard to please her. My two big mistakes were that I talked to her through a friend of a friend, and I got right to the part of telling her my name when she told me to "flake off" (edited language) My final note is that girls are torture devices, sent to earth to screw with my head.

In Beethoven's symphany no. 9, "choral" the most famous piece in there is presto, right? if that is so, why did malto vivace end up taking the limelight in his best of signature cd?

I've never seen eva, but the wallpaper looks cool anyways. I like that transparent style you used with the thing on the left.

Okay, all set. The RPG is in the advent. arena as I write.

Your posts do NOT have to connect to mine. This may not be necissary, but this RPG is rated R for gore, violence, suggestive scenes/themes, adult languedge. I reserve the right to add to this list when I feel necissary. Darkness fell upon a maze of hallways tightly under security. The only sound to be heard was the faint tap of footsteps of a dark figure. The figure walked quickly, training his gun on the shadows as he darted passed. He turned a corner to find a soilder on patrol, and ducked out of sight. He quickly snuck up behind the soilder and grabbed him, one hand over his mouth and the other hand pushing a pistol to his back. With a muffled scream the soilder fell limp into a pool of his own blood. [color=darkred]SILENT GUN[/color] The figure searched the guards body and retrived a small raidio. He dialed in a frequncey and patched himself through. "This is Ijimeru, infiltration completed. I am currently in hallway B7." A voice on the other side responded. "Good work. Hang a right on B8 and continue moving. He ran down the hall into another one. Windows that lined the wall gave light to the figures face, that was conealed behind a black mask and infa-red goggles. "Take a left on C1 and continue moving. Ijimeru turned the corner and found himself looking into the barrel of many other guns. He sprung back as they open fired in a desprate attempet to evade the onslaught. Many small speres came tumbling out of his hand as he felt bullets sink deep into his skin. He stumbled backwards into a window and was knocked through it. As he fell, the room he had once occupied lit with explosions from the bombs he had dropped. The sounds of shattering glass and the crackling of his radio accompinied him through his fall, which came to an abrupt end. "Ijimeru! Abort! The line is tapped! Abort!"

If your talking about mutation, [spoiler] Tsukasa appears as a memory in the hidden forbidden holy ground, where it's just a small fragment of him talking to Bear and Mimiru. Unless there's something else,He is not in the world. Also, a few messages up (deleted to ensure not spoiled) it said he doesn't die. PS how did you find that Herald is dead? [/spoiler]

(this looks really good when listening to Rachmaninov, concerto 2 part 3. Or if you can't find that, than try Gundam wing, white reflection, availabe on midi at the otaku .com Ryden stood, sword outstreached in front of Serena. He slowly dropped a hand from his sword and extended it back. In the palm of his hand was the blue dragoon spirit. Serena took it and Ryden shot her back a glance, as if saying 'You know what to do.' Serena took the spirit and Ryden immediately charged at Xaru. "let's bring it up a noch! Speed of Wind!" Ryden's speed increased dramaticly, the tip of his sword becoming no more than flashes of light. To Ryden, everything had dissapeared accept Xaru, who manedged to level with Ryden's speed. Through the corner of Ryden's eye, he could see Hoshi beeing rushed off to safety. He momentarily grinned. 'She's safe. It's all good from here on out.'