Katana

[QUOTE=Lore][color=#333333][font=trebuchet ms]If anyone even [i]thinks[/i] the words "comic sans," I will personally [i]hunt him down[/i] and castrate him with a spoon. I don't know what I would do to a female, but believe me, it will be unpleasant.[/color][/font][/QUOTE] [size=1][color=royalblue]Heh. Luckily, I'm in that cult that absolutely despises Comic Sans. [img]http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/906/katsfonts3cg.jpg[/img] Recently, I've been used the font "Angry Blue Controlled" for just about everything. If I create a banner for anybody, they have a 90% chance of me using that font on their banner. = =;; Painty Paint...was on...a poster I made for our schools upcoming poetry slam. It's a fun random font I picked up because I needed a sort of messy but not look to the text. Tahoma is really a font I don't use on pictures. I write with it. Nearly all of my documents are writting in Tahoma, because Times New Roman is evil. 123 and is nifty if what it writes is readable. - -;; It's more for use on larger projects that allow for a big-sized font. Or something. Ugh. Can't think. But I want Cocaine Sans as well.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Yostuba...hehe... [u]Warning: The following post was created at one of those weird times of the day. Randomosity ensues.[/u] Yotsubato! was the only manga I've ever read by fansubbing (I guess you would call it that). Actually, since the guy that subbed it called it by the original Japanese, that's how I'm always referring to it. Ugh. - -;; The real draw to it was the fact that it was by Kiyohiko Azuma, my hands-down favorite manga-ka ever. I loved Azumanga Daioh so much that it's my fansite... But between Yotsubato! and Azumanga, I cannot decide which is my favorite. Yostuba makes me laugh because it reminds me of my childhood...which was not so long ago. AzuDai gets me going because of how freakishly similar the girls are to me and my friends. o_O;; Whenever I read a manga, I want to laugh. To quote The Producers: [i]People want laughter when they see a show. The last thing they're after is a littony of woe.[/i] (Spelling mistakes abound.) And that's basically want I want happening with me and my manga. I don't want to be going "Oh no..." or "How are they gonna get out of this one?" or be screaming or relishing in the blood...or...whatever. You catch my drift. As far as volumes go, I've managed to get my hands on all three that have been domestically released. The first two I snagged via bookstore, but the third I had to order off of AnimeNation. Of course, a month after getting it, I found it at the store...I'm waiting for the fourth, but because ADV has released 3 of the 4 volumes in Japan, we get to play the waiting game for a while. Can't wait. "How did your revenge go?" "I died!" "See? Revenge won't get you anywhere." ...XD PS: Yes Nomura, I love(d) my holiday banner as well. It's quite hard to find Yotsuba images, so I can't believe I found a holiday one to boot. PPS: Dagger...must...see...video...[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]My God, you know how hard it is to find him playing the ocarina? I found only one decent image. X3 It's a good thing I stuck in the sheet music or it would be really empty. [img]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=25055&stc=1[/img] I figured you just wanted your name on there, but with "Song Weaver" being the main text. And I swear, I'm obsessed with that font. =.=;; Oh yeah, the sheet music is called Hyrule Symphony, if that means anything to you. XD And by the way the bars are set up, it's for piano...though you could pull off the top line on any concert instrument without converting. Yes, that probably doesn't make any sense, but I have my band final next week. >

[size=1][color=royalblue]I've been sifting through this for the past ten minutes and have generally made up my mind of what to say. Err... I joined OB when I was merely in sixth grade at the age of eleven. Up through that age and still now, I was/am quite good at, persay, manipulating my age through the way I write. So when I became apart of these message boards, nobody could really tell that I was some midget sixth grader. It's like what Baron said before: On the internet, very few people know who you are in real life. Which is what makes it great. I was brought up in a fairly normal household. We were neither very religious nor Satanists, and in the very middle of middle class. So of course, I picked up some swears throughout my aging. My favorite and most used three are still damn, hell, and dammit. - -;; But even though I'm your average swear-ist (swear-ist? what?), I do get a little shifty when people start flinging out the F-bomb like no tomorrow. There is no need for the word, but people generally think that by saying it, they are more mature or cooler. Peer pressure, I tell ya! And have you ever role played in one of the M-rated threads? The majority of the time, those threads could be dubbed with the PG rating (because that is good up 'til the age of 13 ^_~). Most people, unless they are serious about sex and blood (*cough*), just put up an M rating to be more on the safe side than anything else. I generally think people don't want to talk about immense violence. And even so, when you try too hard, it comes out really cheesy. ^^;; Crap, I lost track... What makes the OtakuBoards stand out from every other message boards is probably the atmosphere. People are generally polite to each other, and even when arguments burst out, they are usually resolved (I think X3). Throughout the years, the attitude of this being a place for everyone, not just people 16+, has really set this apart from every place else. And not having a dark color scheme helps too. :3[/color][/size] [QUOTE=Retribution][size=1]Would it not be "[B]These are[/B] Americans we're talking about"? [/size][/QUOTE] [size=1][color=royalblue]Sorry, couldn't help it. XD[/color][/size]

[color=royalblue][size=1]And here, we bring back the good old "banner in twenty minutes" routine! XD [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=25047&stc=1[/img] It's Vash with four brushes, a texture, and "Dr. Insomnia" on it. Ugh, I'm having slow reaction time...think I need more coffee. And um...if you want anything changed, just say so. Horrary for PSDs![/size][/color]

[QUOTE=Stark] Star Wars Episodes I-III I'm sorry. I just don't like Anakin. I really can't see how they say that a movie featuring a whiney little idiot as the main character is any good, none the less the 'most emotionally moving film of the year'. Compared to the original movies, these are nothing. They don't even reach the same calibur in shock value. [/QUOTE] [size=1][color=royalblue]*glomps* Finally, somebody who sees my view. ^^;; Let's see...the eighth grade incentive trip we took last May had us at [b]Star Wars III[/b]. Me and my buddy Diane were seemingly the only ones out of a hundred rabid eighth graders to be hating the film. Slowly dieing in the seats... It was way too freakin' predictible. Nothing surprising or shocking at all. "Yeah, he's gonna die, they're gonna die, that's not gonna work out..." It was easy. >.> At least I have minor respect for the originals. Another film that I couldn't sit through turned out to be [b]Lord of the Rings[/b]. Just the first one. My brother was borrowing the DVD and I sat down to watch it. After about an hour, I just left, bored out of my freakin' mind. It seems that I have a hard time conforming with popular movies. I hardly ever like movies that are hailed as masterpieces and have - dare I say it? - huge cult followings. XD Hrm. But whenever I go to the movies with my friends, we always mangae to make something funny. Even though we typically see comedies, we went to see "Batman Begins" together. In the very back of the ultra-screen theater we sat, randomly popping out "Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Bat-man!" or "To the Bat-cave!". Way too much fun. XD[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue][i]Shplik splash sploosh.[/i] Ruya's feet pumped hard against the cement and sludge water. Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gaps. Finally, after running for a good ten minutes, she stopped, panting. "Shit, this sucks," her hoarse voice whispered. It echoed softly in the sewer. Her mind was racing, her heart pumping fast. Ruya stumbled backwards against the wall, savoring the relief it brought her. She controlled her breathing, taking in deep breaths, eventually bringing her heart rate back to normal. [i]"I told you,"[/i] Arian said, [i]"That something like this was going to happen. I told you somebody was outside."[/i] "Hate to admit it, but you're right - for once." [i]"Bite me."[/i] "Hard to when you're a voice in my head." [i]"Not my fault." "Now now ladies, just stop for a moment...Be thankful we got away." "Stop taking her side Pallav! Geez."[/i] Ruya couldn't help but smile. She wiped the smear of blood off her cheek, her eyes on the knife tightly clenched in her right hand. The blade was covered in goopy red, her hand stained in a faint bronze. "Can't believe I had to kill one of those guys...again." She sighed but quickly brought herself back to reality. Ruya jumped up slightly, slamming her feet into the cement, focusing her thoughts. "Need to get to work," she proclaimed to the tunnel. It echoed a long distance, causing her to grimmace. "Shit, shouldn't do that." Unzipping the laptop case and slinging the strap around her neck much like a saxophone player does, Ruya turned on her laptop and waited a moment for the system to boot up. Once it was open, she clicked over to her list of speciality programs. [i]Click clack click click. "Opening program 'Communikation Network 7.201'. New channel open. Insert contact ID."[/i] Ruya, once again, closed her eyes before flicking open the eyelid for her right. The gold was subdued in the sewer, the pupil much larger than it normally was. Rumaging in her pocket, she drew out the wireless USB connector and plugged it in. "C'mon, c'mon...yes! Open the eye...go back...back...fast-rewind...come on! Sheesh." [i]"Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity, you know."[/i] "I have you two. I'm already insane." [i]"...Good point."[/i] Currently on the computer screen was the video feedback that Ruya's cybernetic eye had seen. The recordings went back ages, and were categorized by when she fell asleep and when she woke up. Sometimes, two or even three days worth of video were crammed into one folder, but the next day, nothing was recorded because she was sleeping the entire time. There. Right at the moment when the one woman had been in the shop earlier, getting...something...fixed. Eh. Ruya slid the mouse to emcompass Olivia. The ID for the mechanic popped up, and the hacker entered that into the communication network list. Next came Trey and Korbin. Fast forward to the clinic. Ruya's fingers maneouvered the mouse to select the midget's ID. But when she was about to enter it into the network, a message popped up: [i]"Warning: No cybentics on subject found. Look for outside connection?" Humor me,[/i] Ruya thought, and she clicked on his staff. A smile. Sure enough, the self-proclaimed shaman, shunner of all technology, was on the network via the staff. The video feed had noise connected to it, which was when Ruya remembered she had never fully seen the boy's entire body. What was he called? Ahh...Vincent. Yes. She remembered with a laugh a review she had read of a gothic-esque manga...[i]No, the lead male couldn't be called something like John or Aaron. Those aren't gothic enough. So what is? Vincent, of course.[/i] Silently cursing her lack of funds in improving her communcation network program and to get better software for her eye, Ruya decided to skip Vincent and just go ahead with what she had. [i]"Wait, how does this work?"[/i] Pallav's thoughtful voice asked. She could feel his gaze in her forehead, looking down at the screen. "Nearly every human on the planet has a cybernetic part, unless you're like that crazyed psycho midget, what's-his-face, Berky. By, ah, [i]tapping[/i] into the part's hardware, I can open up a channel through the electrical pulse to the brain and create a communication channel." [i]"Come again?"[/i] "Um, okay, let's see...The cybernetic parts are connected to the brain by fake nervs in order to allow for regular function. By selecting a user ID like this and inputing the ID, I get an overview of what the 'government' sees in their little checklist, including cyber parts. I tap into the 'nerv' of the part, opening a communication channel. Sound is merely waves that can be transferred through tissue, bones, organs, and other things in the human body. Really no sweat." [i]"I'll take your word for that."[/i] Grinning, Ruya continued to work her magic, fingertips ablaze on the keyboard. Finally, her hands stopped, paused, and clicked. [i]Pssshk...[/i] "Yo, Korbin?" Ruya spoke. From the other end, she heard a squeek, a grunt, a sound like 'mmmfuk!', and two gasps. Oh yes, this was strangely satisfying.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Alrighty now. If I screw anything up, don't yell at me. XD I'm still getting used to the sudden splurge of characters... I feel special. ^_^;; ----------------------------------------------------- As the group continued to walk on, Ruya drew the computer bag closer to her side. Afterall, these people could've been trying to mug her, kill her, or worse, get her laptop and her years of mis-spent time. The guy could've been some sort of pimp, and the girls were his sorta hos, and he could've been trying to rape her, or... Ahh, the joy of thinking of moronic ideas. "Hey," Ruya splurted out suddenly. "Tell me, again, who you are, and what the hell we're doing, just so I know I'm not getting murdered." There was silence. Finally, the guy dubbed Korbin said, "Wow, that's a first." "First what?" "The first time a person I've joined up with ever wondered if I was going to murder them [i]after[/i] they agreed to be on the team." "Can't help it. It's not like you can trust everybody nowadays." "Okay, I'll give you credit for that. But seriously kid, why would you question this when you've already agreed for the job?" Ruya snorted. "Kid?" "Yeah. What, you want me to call you 'young woman' or something?" There came a pause. Finally, Ruya shot back, "Feburary 4th." "What, that your birthday or something?" "No. Just think about it." Korbin looked ahead, steaming...but in the end, Ruya knew he was trying to figure out what that meant. Heh heh. "Well, if you're done chatting with leader-man, then I'm Trey." Ruya's eyes quickly shot over to her, and she made a very obvious thought: [i]Wow, she's young.[/i] "And that's Olivia...Although, maybe you already know that." "Somewhat," Ruya replied, flicking her hair back. "And...I'm Ruya, just to make that clear. I suppose you can call me 'computer person' or whatever, but a name works better." "Suppose so." "And just what are we looking for?" Ruya continued pestering. She could almost feel the plastic of the keyboard against her fingertips. "We're not 'looking' for anything," Korbin shot, still a little peeved at Ruya's earlier comments that made him feel dumb. "If you didn't hear, we're going to the clinic that Trey here works at. Guitar guy...lost an arm...didn't work right..." "Ah yes, the hells of Aros," Ruya replied, a sly smile touching her lips. "Those with the money get the good stuff. Those without get defects. Those with money live up there. Those without live down in this place." "The Aros guys are bastards that need their asses kicked in," Trey grumbled, to which Ruya gave a sudden grin. "You're my kinda person," she replied, humor in her voice. "We're here," Olivia said, causing Ruya to lurch forward slightly. "You still exist?" "I have." "Sorry." Trey looked at the clinic building. "Ah yes. Job sweet job." The tone of her voice gave a different suggestion. ------------------------------------------ Hu-zaa! My first group-talking post! XD I'm a bit confused on just who is in the "Korbin-leader-man" group, but I think this is it. :3[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Ouch. This is really, really, really difficult for me. I've supported both of you throughout the rounds, and I really have to bite the bullet now. I kick this off by saying I am a little disappointed. But, for you guys, it [i]is[/i] finals week (mine isn't 'til Janurary - -;; ) The images aren't quite up-to-ye-par, but whatever. You squeezed out what's possible. And now, let's begin. [b]Retri:[/b] Hu-zaa for Retri! Um...yeah. I like the very clean, simplicity to it, to an extent. I was getting quite bored with the image until the pink came up. Pink? Where the hell did that come from? XD It's interesting on how the text got crammed into the people. ^_^;; But the theme of your graphic is interresant (need to practice my German, you know), and shows the real view of people. The downside? It's actually quite boring, save for the pink, and a little bland. But whatever, it works. [b]Kitty:[/b] Hu-zaa for Kitty! Uh...yup. I have to say, I was surprised when I first came across your pic, because after all this time, I never expected Cowboy Bebop to pop up. XD It's uberly cute, because I am a huge Ed fan. ^___^ I'm torn. It wasn't fair, I kept screaming, because I love the characers but I'm not in love with the picture! The top is nice, and the sideways text on the bottom part is cool, but the pic on the bottom...IS GRAINY! NOO!!! I dunno. It looks like cropping and color changing. :3 The layout is nice and sehr gut, but I'm not totally in love for the pic. And so...as the first vote for the final round...I am torn between design and love. But...because I have to do this... [b]Retri[/b] gets mah vote. Sorry Kitty-chan, it's just how the statistics weighed out. I still reprimand you guys, though. XD[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]*needs to take a break from CG coloring* o.O;; ----------------------------------------------- Feeling like a sack of potatoes, Ruya continued typing as the people to her side continued on with their "negotiation". She was quite used to not being noticed, and just plain blending into the scenery. Her clothing choice helped too. [i]Click click clack click. "Opening file blue.txt."[/i] "...Holy...crap..." HTML tags. As a hacker, she obviously knew this language, but the coding was quite obscure in these days. In fact, nobody except Aros web people even bothered with the practically ancient text. Nowadays, with the internet being the sophisticated thing it was, anybody could create a somewhat good looking webpage by merely typing words. How you saved it and uploaded it on programs such as Word was how it looked online. "Pitiful..." Sighing, Ruya closed her eyes. Flicking open her right eye lid, the cybernetic gold eye became exposed, the pupil receeding in the light. [i]"Enter public submersion."[/i] The eye quickly scanned over the tags, quickly sifting through simple table coding to hex codes. Letters, number, quotations marks...Trying to determine what was important and what was not. It was difficult. [i]"< a href="http://www.aros.gov/specialprograms/500219834288-75456198732111328st > command:login-prompt access-code:aroswilltakeoverandthereisntanythingonecandoaboutit"[/i] Ruya couldn't help but giggle a bit. "Huraah for dumb answers," she said aloud. [i]"leadto:pageURL < a href="http://www.aros.gov/specialprograms/500219834288-75456198732111328st/vault19.htm >"[/i] A grin. An actual page. No login prompt in site. [i]Scroll scroll. "command:login-prompt access-code:themassofprotonsneutronsandelectrons"[/i] "God do they like long and dumb passwords..." Ruya clicked and tapped in a blur, opening up the internet browser, copying the URL into the bar, and inputing the passwords. It led her to a page of all black...with nothing but a single red pixel in the center. "Dammit." A decoy page. Aggrivated, Ruya went back to the notepad, editing the text around. What had before read "access-code:aroswilltakeoverandthereisntanythingonecandoaboutit, she proceeded to tap down "coranglaisistheEnglishhorn". Ahh, capitols, how they screwed on over. And the top of the page, for the mere fact of pissing off the webmaster, read three simple words: "K4t4oi was here." ----------------------------------------- I would like to add that Ruya is pretty much free to do anything. Just to tell you. I need something to do. XD[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Her boots softly praddling against the cracked cement, Ruya made her way down the street, past the corners, across the intersections, dodging past the random gangs and thugs of the street. She drew the bag closer to her torso. Her laptop, holding valuable codes and years of work, was way too prescious to even let slip. "Mmm, here we go." She looked up at the windows panes, where neon green letters blared out "OPEN". It was a simple cybernetics shop, the outside appearing a little on the worn side. [i]People say this kid specializes in the hard-to-find crap. I doubt she will for my needs, but it's worth a try.[/i] ... [i]Man I'm hungry...[/i] Ruya opened the door, the jingling of bells meeting her ear. Inside was merely the shop's owner, known simply as Olivia. People said that the two looked oddly the same. Ruya merely smiled. "A flat," she said once the bells stopped ringing. Olivia looked up at her. "Hello ma'am. Do you need any help?" [i]Nice professional mode.[/i] "Yeah, actually, I was hoping you might be able to help me." Ruya made her way around the shop, her fingers grazing over various screwdrivers, metals, wires, chips, and memory cards. "See, I'm looking for a type 22A-3 USB 4.0 line." "No problem, that's right here." Olivia indicated towards a small section of wall, devoted to cables. "That's not it. I need them to fit - right - here." Ruya popped off the left silicon cap underneath her ear, drawing close to the register. Olivia looked at the port, slid her finger over it, and nodded. "Right there." Brainnumb, Ruya picked up the cable and looked it over. "Any specialties to it?" "Specialities? ...It's...a...It's a cable." "Protection?" "No, sorry ma'am." Ruya placed it back on the wall. "I don't need it. But you wouldn't by any chance have a screw driver for - [i]oomph[/i] - this little guy, would you?" She pointed to a practically microscopic screw in the USB port. "Yes, in fact, we do." Olivia produced a tiny screwdrive, the top like that of a needly. "Is that all for you?" "...Yeah, I guess so." "Fifteen credits please." ((OOC: What is the currency? Credits? Dollars? Yen? Euros? *sweatdrop* ) "Ach, the painful passage of time." Ruya handed over a card, to which the charge was made. Screwdriver in hand, she bid good-bye and left. "I was impressed, I suppose," she said, walking about ten paces past the shop before finding a bench to sit on. "No shop sells these damn screwdrivers. But ahh, disappointment in the USB drive..." [i]"What, were you grading her?"[/i] asked 'Arian', who sounded as if she chewing something. "Maybe." Ruya grinned. "I want to try and access the Aros network one more time...After I tighten this stupid thing." [i]Rip riiiiiiip. Squeeky. Schrrp skreeep. Grunt.[/i] "Wow, that was easy." Now it was time for pure hack mode: No microphone, no mechanics, just her, the internet, and the keyboard. After booting up the laptop, turning on the black cover function (shading the screen from everybody but herself, the person looking straight at it), and opening up Notepad and the internet, Ruya plugged in a small USB stick. It turned out to be the wireless connector between her and the laptop. [i]Click clack clack click clack click.[/i] [i]'Accessing URL: www.aros.gov/specialprograms/500219834288-75...456198732111328st. Please Input Password.' "666." 'Password Accepted. Entering High Restriction Access. Please Input Password.' "axis." 'Warning: File Not Found' "divide." 'Warning: File Not Found' "dominate." 'Warning: File Not Found'[/i] Frustrated, Ruya furiously typed, "aroswilltakeoverandthereisntanythingonecandoaboutit." [i]'Loading...' 'Accept file transfer of blue.txt?' Click. Click click clack. 'Downloading file to port 78.' 'Download complete.' Click click. Click. 'Deleting FTP port 78.' Clack click cluck clack. 'File saved.' Clack click clack click click clackit. Click. 'File uploaded via FTP port 14. Deleting FTP port 14.'[/i] Ruya stared down at the computer screen. "Dammit, why is it all my bad ideas are the ones that work?" *** At Aros, the routine began for the web portal update. An assistant to the webmaster began to type in the long URLs, passwords, clearance codes...etc. He was used to this by now. [i]'Accesssing blue.txt...'[/i] Adding to the code. No one would be able to decipher it. Long ago had the language died out, replaced by simplier versions for the masses. Of course, there were [i]some[/i] people that knew of the coding, but they either belonged to Aros...or had long been exterminated. The employee sighed. Why did he get the .txt files? They were long, boring, and never breached - No tags. No lines. No symbols. No zeros, no ones. No...just six symbols. [i]'K4t4oi'.[/i] "Sir!" the assistant cried out, indicating for his overseer to investigate. Annoyed at the disturbance, the webmaster scuttled over. "What is it? You better have a good reason to -" "Sir! Sir, look!" The Aros webmaster looked at the screen. His frown grew deeper, his bottom lip twitching. "Shit. 'K4t4oi' just got access." ------------------------------------------------------ I'm not Godmodding, I promise. XD[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Hu-zaa! I used green! XD [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24962&stc=1[/img] I've had this image sitting around for a while. And this is the perfect time to utilize it. Yotsuba the reindeer! ^_^ About the "changing the theme " stuff...that would be hilarious, and yet really cool at the same time. For some reaosn, I keep seeing a bell in place of the dot on the "Launch Jukebox" button. With little circle sound waves...XD So now, a week later, I've finally made some variants. ^^;; Still the same image, just tweaked slightly in color. My favorite one is (technically) the second one. The red and blue just look right. [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=25004&stc=1[/img] And number three is a mish-mish of the first two. XD [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=25005&stc=1[/img] I have finally been able to figure out my style, and that's this sorta grungy, colorful, and - this is the key part - hand made feel. I have no clue where that came from, but it actually makes sense now. XD Wooh, I need to get off those drugs.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Interesting, most interesting. Though I kinda skimmed through. XD Here we go. -------------------------------------------- Pale light broke through the hazardly-drawn curtains in the messy, yet liveable, apartment. A music player went off, playing a resonating tune from a cor anglais. "B flat G, A D F E flat F sharp..." mumbled a voice. The comforter on a one-person bed shifted around, the wrinkles sliding up and down, diagonally, left, right, and down. Finally, a head emerged. "I don't want to be waking up to this," the voice grumbled, sliding out from the comforter. Wild black hair, accented in silver, was nothing more than a spikey mess, falling onto the loosely-clothed figure it belonged to. Sitting up, Ruya Hjorr yawned, stretching her legs and arms. She looked to her left shoulder, right where her cybernetic arm was connected to the torso. Even now, thirty-three years after the accident, she was still able to tell where the arm began and where the real part of her ended. She blamed it on her hobby of graphic designing, which had her staring at a computer screen for hours on end. [i]"Good morning Ruya,"[/i] said a pleasant voice in her head. It was Voice 1, or, as Ruya had called it, Pallav. "Pallav" was of the good nature, his voice fresh but mature, resonating with a tone like a bass string being plucked. "Mornin' Pallav," Ruya replied aloud. She stood up and walked over to the music player, switching the alarm off. [i]"'bout time, lazy bum,"[/i] came Voice 2, dubbed Arian. Her personality seemed cocky and sarcastic, yet able to be serious from time to time. "Quiet Ari," Ruya snapped, stepping into the apartment's small bathroom and preparing her shower. [i]"Missed a spot. Missed a spot. Missed a spot -"[/i] "Shut UP!" Ruya gurggled through toothpaste as "Arian" went on, irritating the crap out of the woman. [i]"Mmm, not my fault you suck at brushing your teeth. Hey, why don't you go over to those [b]real[/b] bruses - the ones that clean with...that...beam...thing."[/i] "Haha, you don't know," Ruya replied, drying her face off. [i]"Bet you don't."[/i] "I know more than you." [i]"Doesn't count."[/i] Now was the time "Pallav" decided to step in. [i]"Now now ladies, it isn't polite to fight. Especially over petty things like that."[/i] "Thank you Pallav," Ruya said, a smile crossing her lips. She opened the curtains slightly and looked out at the street below. It was the same, never to change. Even though Aros was making efforts to reduce waste, the garbage still piled up in the streets, especially in a place like this. Ruya sighed and cast a glance at her computer station. A thin, compact harddrive sat on the desk, adorned by four small speakers and two bass ones. Hanging on a sticky-hook was a small earpiece-microphone, along with a pair of large, noise-cancelling headphones. "No matter how much they say technology changes...I still like the olden stuff. Always reliable, never gonna fail." She picked up the microphone, staring at it for a good minute before clipping it on. Sitting down, Ruya pulled out two cables from the back of the harddrive. Flicking off the silicone caps underneath her ears, she plugged in the USB cables. After a pause, she unplugged the one on the left. [i]No total submersion right now,[/i] she thought, placing the cap back on. Ruya closed her eyes. "On." The wall in front of her held a small black screen. Once her command had been said, it flashed on, shooting out a beam that became the computer screen. "Open program: Notepad." In an instant, the way too familiar view of Notepad popped onto the screen. "Open internet. Access folder: C://My Documents/Web/Code/Hack/Terminal/Entrance." [i]Bleep bleep bleep.[/i] "Oh. Password: inasmuch." [i]Bleep.[/i] "Internet: Access http://www.aros.gov/specialprograms/500219834288-75...456198732111328stl." A quick compute. Now began the hard part. "Open page of the previous URL, plus..." Her mind drew a blank. "Um...983." [i]Warning: Page Not Found.[/i] "145." [i]Warning: Page Not Found.[/i] "752." [i]Warning: Page Not Found.[/i] "Gragh! DAMMIT!" [i]Warning: Page Not Found.[/i] ..."666." [i]Warning: Restricted Access. Please Insert Password.[/i] Ruya paused. The page she was trying to crack was new to her...she hadn't gotten this far before. Man, how dumb she felt for not trying '666' before. "Internet: Save URL to C://My Documents/Web/Code/Hack/Terminal/Entrance. Set password to 'iwantsomemore'. Set restriction to high." [i]Bleeeeeep.[/i] "Notepad: Insert k4t4oi. Upload to URL via FTP port ninety-two. Delete port after use." [i]Beep.[/i] Ruya slowly opened her eyes, letting the code have a chance to rest. She unplugged the jacks, turned off the computer, and threw on her brown jacket. Snatching a breakfast bar from the countertop of her kitchentte, the hacker hitched a bag onto her shoulder before trekking out the door.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Heh heh. This post came out to be just over a page and a half on MS Word...with size 10 Tahoma font. = =;; Teh evil is here! -------- [b]Name:[/b] Ruya Hjorr [b]Classification:[/b] Cyber replacement [b]Nickname/Codename:[/b] K4t4oi, to keep up with the internet world. And it?s pretty much not like her name, so it?s easy to get away from the authorities. [b]Age:[/b] Probably around thirty-five or so, but appears somewhere around twenty-four [b]Sex:[/b] Female [b]Physical Description:[/b] She stands at around 5?5½?, with smooth coffee-rose skin. Her left eye is ocean blue, her right, gold, since it?s a replacement. She has wild, messy, black hair streaked with silver. It?s short, to around her earlobes, but has two long ?sideburns? that reach to her shoulder blades. Her behind-the-scenes lifestyle has Ruya wearing baggy, slacker clothes ? most of the time. In ?hacking? mode, she wears a baggy red, wide-collar sleeveless shirt, carpenter jeans, and strangely fashionable military-ish boots. In ?professional? mode, Ruya suddenly gets fashionable, donning a long-sleeved green shirt, a brown, form-fitting day jacket (the torso cutting right at the waist), baggy khaki pants and?the military boots. Heh heh. Even though Ruya is a ?computer nerd?, she?s strong due to her realization that, in order to survive, one must have strength. She isn't a pushover. [b]Mental Stability:[/b] Slightly unstable. She suffers from auditory illusion ? she hears voices. But Ruya is strong-willed, and doesn?t come off as really too unstable. She considers the voices to be interesting to talk to, since their opinions are ranged. But Ruya, being a hacker, wants to know where they come from, and is constantly trying to hack into her brain. However, she usually passes out before then due to a screw-up. [b]Personality:[/b] She calls herself insane because she knows she?s insane. Who has voices? Ruya is a little goofy and wild, full of energy and spirit. She has the ability to become focused in the matter of an instant. She has a crave for knowledge, thirsting to improve her hacking skills and to build firewalls against the Aros network. Ruya is also considerably intelligent, possessing knowledge on playing ?olden? instruments. She?s best at the oboe, followed by the cor anglais (English horn), and bassoon. [b]Occupation:[/b] Owns a music store, specializing in the classical instruments. She considers her real career as hacking, but still trying to crack to the heart of the Aros network. [b]Cybernetics:[/b] Brain, lower jaw, left arm, right knee, both ankles and both feet. She?s banged herself up through the years, and was born with undeveloped feet. At the age of two, her left arm was crushed in a series of ?accidents? (see bio). She randomly had her brain replaced for, obviously, her hacking. But it was flawed, and causes her to experience auditory illusion. Ruya has had USB jacks (and covers) implanted right underneath her ears. They allow her to become more integrated into the internet [b]Faction:[/b] Nothing, really. She?s just trying to help people out who suffer from Aros, and prevent the corporation from causing more harm to those with brain transplants. [b]Weapons:[/b] A knife (5? blade) for random use. She has a hand-held machine gun stashed away [i]somewhere[/i]...but can't remember where. [b]Background:[/b] Ruya Hjorr was born into a fairly affluent family. But when she was barely two, the business was taken down by Aros, who viewed it as a threat. During this time, Ruya?s left arm was crushed under the rubble of an exploded building. With no money, the family split, and Ruya?s parents put her in an orphanage. Soon afterwards, her parents were murdered. Ruya grew up in the orphanage, with no one interested in a child with deformities. She appeared happy on the outside, but was tortured and lonely on the inside. To break away from reality, Ruya divulged herself in computer and internet knowledge. She says she speaks four languages: HTML, l33t, 0101, and English. When she turned twelve, the home?s present to her were cybernetic feet At the age of eighteen, Ruya was pretty much kicked-out of the orphanage, barely finding work as a cashier at a hobby store. She resided in an abandoned apartment complex with the other homeless people, fixing up what she could and illegally tapping into city-supplied resources (such as heat, electricity, and water). Ruya finally had a stroke of luck when she was twenty-two, when her uncle came to the hobby store to buy model paint. Knowing the last name of ?Hjorr? wasn?t exactly common, he took his niece to live with him and his wife in the quiet, mild countryside. There, Ruya immersed herself in college-studies, majoring in business. When twenty-six, Ruya just got up and left, shifting back to the city and opening up her music store. After a car accident, Ruya?s jaw and knee were replaced with cybernetics. From there, she requested a brain replacement. From there, the voices came, and she learned to (somewhat) cope with them. Now in her thirties, Ruya is once again crashing in that old apartment complex, except now it?s renovated, with her residing on the fifth floor. With the curtains drawn shut and no lights on, people wonder what the resident does. How would they know she was one of the greatest behind-the-scenses hackers, K4t4oi? ------------ If anything needs changing, just say the word Kitty, and it's done. Hehe...kitty. Ahhh, the good old days....XD Fish.[/color][/size]

[color=royalblue][size=1]Horray for library posting where the keyboard is as noisy as hell! = =;; [b]Doc:[/b] Well, I love the quote. It certainly means something, and shoves in the aspect that Hollywood is very materialistic. But other than that, I feel no love for the piece (sorry). It just doesn't speak to me. The first picture is a little blurry, and seems to be out of place in the whole "angst" feel of it all. (Hehe, I love that word. ANGST!) And the font is a little difficult to read, but not much. I love that font. :3 [b]Kitty:[/b] It's BLUE! How could I not have at least one little feeling for it?! XD I love how it has the collage mish-mosh going on, but it makes it look more complete instead of cramped. The definition part was, as Boo said, pretty original. I like how the whole city was conveyed instead of the movie aspect to it all, since Hollywood is a place, not just a movie craze. My only complaint would be the "Hollywood" text, which seems a little awkward in the piece. But it's hard to say what could be done, since the picture wouldn't be complete with out it. I would suggest making it a bit sharper...but that's all I can think of. = =;; And, well, I think it's fairly obvious that [b]Kitty[/b] gets my vote. Hell, after what happened last round, it's really good that I liked your piece. Mmm...I'm getting that feeling again. The past shouldn't have been dug up. >< Crap.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]There come's a time in everybody's life when you must question the meaning of life. And this is not the time. *cough* Anyways... [b]Retri:[/b] It's...well, it screams out "RETRIBUTION MADE THIS!!!" XD It's your style, which I thought was easily conveyed in your piece. I like how clean-cut everything is and the positioning. And, like always, how clear the graphic as a whole is. Still trying to contemplate what the roman numerals are for, though I have a few ideas. The main one going through my head...[i]"I think it's time we blow this thing, get everyone and the stuff together...Okay 3-2-1 - let's jam."[/i] My God I hate you. >

[size=1][color=royalblue]...Adventure? Um, does 3D Noise work? XD [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24852&stc=1[/img] You will ph34r the slightly modified banner! I still don't know about the text, but I did what I could scrounge up and have pop out. The logo...uh. Well, it doesn't look as bad as some others, which are all pixely. :3 So there. Beyond name screw-ups, I think I'm doing pretty okay. ^^;; And now, we wait. *munch*[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]You know, I'm a little disappointed that I didn't sign up for OB: Survivor, but at least it means more banner jobs for me. XD Just like 99% of the stuff I make, I had no plan. The image wasn't difficult to resize, just a little frustrating that there were some parts I coudn't keep in. Ah well. [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24842&stc=1[/img] The text was a little iffy for me. I'm not too sure about the "Solo Tremaine as Kyrstal" part, but I put it in for good measure. If you want, I can get rid of it or change it. :3 [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24840&stc=1[/img] Avi! And there was much rejoycing! (And feasting.) Well, if something doesn't suit ya, just say so and I can fix it in a jiffy. Maybe. [b]Edit:[/b] *slaps hand to face* Ouch, that was stupid. I guess sugar-high in the fingers isn't good for banner-making either. ^^;; Fine fine - but the emboss is still there. Hu-zaa! XD [/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]*is having sudden flashbacks to Avatar: The Last Airbender* XD Names, eh? Culture has a huge impact on the name of somebody - way more than you probably think. If one country is Asian-like, then they would have names like Su Li and Yoshiko. A country very German-like would have names like Hasan and Katja (no pun intended). A site I always go to when I need names is [url=http://www.behindthename.com]Behind the Name[/url]. You can sort out names in any culture possible, even mythological and Biblical. There's also a handy search tool to find names by meaning (very, very useful), and to narrow it down even more, whether the name is masculine or feminine. If you write a lot, you might want to have various stand-by names for characters you can't think up a name for. It's why fifteen of my randomly-dead-short-stories have characters named Arian. XD[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Aha, here we go. It's now offical, I am addicted to my Photoshop. Whether volunteering myself to make a poster for school or drooling over Photoshop magizines my art teacher brought in, I can't help but think in terms of it. "It's a little saturated" "A nice gaussian blur and overlay would make it glow" "A smoke effect? That's easy with these new brushes I got". Dear God. Anyways... No text? That's great! [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24827&stc=1[/img] You're lucky my best friend's favorite color is orange, or else I wouldn't have this much practice with it. XD Orange can look bad if you don't know how to handle it. :3 [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24828&stc=1[/img] And the avi. Just an avi, pants, and a machine gun. = =;; Perfect Stuart Zero is the name of the set. It joins the ranks of Delta Red, Kingdom Justice II, and Pumpkin's Geisha Beauty. Woo... I can make crayons! And sell them for millions! It's all for science...muwahaha...[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]...... ...*doesn't know anything about FFX*... Hi! I like pudding! Um, well, since I'm not a Final Fantasy fan but have fun creating these things, I made something for you. There's, uh, quite a few interesting pictures for these two. ^^;; I ended up using some artwork. [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24819&stc=1[/img] I have a very random style of choosing quotes. "Final fantasy" is like...not real, so..."beyond reality". My God I need help. = =;; You know the drill - if you would like anything changed, feel free to ask. Now, off to the land of Oliver Twist cliff notes![/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Also known as "Katana has too much free time on her hands". The basic concept here is "What if products were made with the myOtaku branding and appealed to otaku?". This is more like an open project and gag center than anything else. If this thread kicks-off, I'd like to add to not make fun of anybody else's designs. Remember, the whole concept is a little weird in the first place, so don't say "there's no such thing as a 15 megapixel camera!111!". Have fun and be creative - that's what this is about. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [i][b]Sunday, November 20, 2005[/b] Just in time for the holiday season, new brand "myOtaku" has appeared on the scene with a whole slew of products designed to appeal to anime and manga fans. The company, somewhat led by the webmaster, Adam, is made up of the thousands of members of theOtaku.com's network. Special few have been selected to design the products before they are shipped off fifteen years into the future via the myOtaku-NERV transporter. Kicking off the line-up of myOtaku's entrance into the tech field is the myOtaku-nexus, a multi-purpose media center whose main fuction is an mp3 player. The nexus's main competition, as seen in the follow image, is the iPod nano.[/i] [URL=http://img430.imageshack.us/my.php?image=obgadget11im.jpg][IMG]http://img430.imageshack.us/img430/346/obgadget11im.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] (Click to see full-sized image) [i]Because the nexus's designer is under the age of eighteen, she is required by law to remain annonymous. That bites. When asked to comment on the product, she says, "Well, the product you see in the image didn't turn out too well. It doesn't look that 3D. Unfortunately, we had the photoshoot before the product came back from the myOtaku-NERV transporter, so we had to substitue with the Photoshop file. But that's pretty much what you get." She then proceeded to burn down an Apple store. Only time will tell if the nexus can outdo the huge demand for the nano, and just how well the public responds.[/i] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Have a product? Post it 'foo![/color][/size]

[color=royalblue][size=1]Wow, did you know that if you clicked invert, the angel picture looks more reasonable...?

[size=1][color=royalblue]A lot of these are cool, and some of them are grainy and bother me. But I see the effort, and they're teh awesome. The one thing that irritates me to no end with intro images, though, is that people plaster up wallpaper-sized images, and it throws your browser way off. Also...I don't do themes. When people do themes, they generally (generally!) have no clue what they're doing, and therefore, create a page where you need to highlight the text. I came to your site to READ, not to be blinded! That's what the sun is for! Sheesh. XD White and blue..my eternal theme unless I think of something else. But I do have fun - I randomly change my youkai background theme. For me, if I can make somebody laugh or smile, then...I'm happy. ^_^ [URL=http://img274.imageshack.us/my.php?image=myotakubg6oc.png][IMG]http://img274.imageshack.us/img274/1192/myotakubg6oc.th.png[/IMG][/URL] I had this one up for the longest time...I love the karaoke stint. And people kept wondering if I could sing or not. = =;; [URL=http://img274.imageshack.us/my.php?image=myotakubg26gu.png][IMG]http://img274.imageshack.us/img274/4039/myotakubg26gu.th.png[/IMG][/URL] My summer theme. It was hot during our summer, and I never had any money. And I really would be whining if I had to do that. XP I had a couple others in-betwen the first and the second, but their currently not on this computer or the network at my house...which means they're downstairs. - -;; [URL=http://img274.imageshack.us/my.php?image=myotakubg30ru.png][IMG]http://img274.imageshack.us/img274/7144/myotakubg30ru.th.png[/IMG][/URL] And school started again. I should mention that the human girl looks waaaay too much like me. o_O;; So basically, this is kind of what would happen if my online personality and real-life personality collided: One half would have fried chicken, the other would be coming home from school. And be hungry. [URL=http://img293.imageshack.us/my.php?image=myotakubg42pv.jpg][IMG]http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/4234/myotakubg42pv.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] The current background. After months of searching and disappointing, I FINALLY found this image. I love it so much, it's the theme for my website's current layout. O_o;; It's an Azumanga band! I think it comes from the fact that I've been doing a lot of band stuff lately...now that I'm in high school, we have all those pep rallies and stuff. Blegh. : P They're not quite the whole "intro" image, but people see these while the myO is loading, so it kinda is my way of an introduction image. Weeeh...[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]This is me: "The blonde haired kid? Jeez, can you get a little more specific?" *click* "Oh...[i]that[/i] blonde haired kid..." ^_^ I'll tell ya, creativity seemed to be lost on the avatar, but at least I got something with the banner. I'm irritated that KHII isn't coming 'til Feburary. Seriously - whoever is in charge of marketing decided to schedule it [i]after[/i] the holiday season? Sheesh... [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24781&stc=1[/img] It is not the banner that is grainy, it is your mind that is grainy. Wait, no, I meant the image. Crappit. = =;; [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24782&stc=1[/img] Needed something just a...little more interesting than the kid and the city. But it's shiney. I think. : P Feel special. I held off doing homework just for you. XD[/color][/size]