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[COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1]Personally, I'd rather not see them merge because I'm an avid fan of EB (And friends with the whole crew here in our EB), and our GameStop here is over-priced and the staff is just plain dumb about games, honestly, I mean, I hate to admit a videogame store staff being stupid but they are. The staff at *our* GameStop has no clue what a videogame is, not literally but you know what I mean. Whenever I go in there and ask questions about videogames, more just to see if they've improved than anything else, I get retarded responses pointing me towards getting rather horrible games, but when I go to EB I get competent responses and they tell me what I need to hear rather than what I want to hear, besides, EB just has better customer base. That just my personal opinion. ~Silpheed, gamer for life.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[quote name='Charles']I'd rather have Master Chief because we could have good conversations together as opposed to the Doom marine who would answer me with mute silence.[/quote] [COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1]At least he'd have the common decency to nod or shake his head to your yes or no questions, so, you know he'd never get annoying! I mean, who could get annoyed of a guy with the name, or rather, title; Doom guy? ~Silpheed, gamer for life.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1]Okay, I've seriously contemplated this and I've come to a conclusion I CAN prove. Master Chief vs. Doom guy...Winner: Doom guy. For starters, everything the Emcee gets the Doom guy (Look already he's cooler because he doesn't even have a name!) gets...better! MC gets a Magnum, two if you want to be a smart-*** about it but the Doom guy gets a single, more powerful Magnum WITH a wooden grip, I mean, how cool is that?! MC gets himself a Assault Rifle, or Battle Rifle if you want to be a smart-*** about it but the Doom guy gets a faster, more accurate Assault Rifle that also carries more ammo, can't compete with a gun that doesn't run outta ammo very quickly, right? MC gets an SMG, or two if you..well you know that drill by now but the Doom guy gets a friggin' Mini-gun that instantly beats out the rest of MC's automatic weapons by far, its a freakin' MINI-GUN! MC gets a Rocket Launcher but so does the Doom guy and his is fired from the waist, less accurate at long range but who needs range when your rocket launcher carries like 8 rockets in it? Sure MC gets a cool, vibrant looking sword thingummywhat but the Doom guy gets a gas-powered chain saw! Sure, jumping through the air and slicing your opponent ear to ear is cool but what is more rewarding that watching the ruthless Doom guy hew through MC's Mjolnir armor and take his head off with blood and such flying through the air, I mean, honestly, who doesn't want to see the Doom guy cut MC's head clean off? Now onto what everyone is thinking about.."Well, wait, MC gets vehicles!" Well, kiddies, the Doom guy gets the BFG 9000, oh yes, and THAT weapon CAN destroy just about everything in the world, no contest. See, the Doom guy destroys all. Even the seemingly invincible Master Chief. Thanks, and goodnight. Oh wait, theres' more! Now, I know what you're thinking. "MC took on a whole alien armada!" Yes, yes he did but did he take on the forces of Hell....Alone?....Three times? No, no MC did not. He actually took on the alien armada with a little help from like the whole world! Hell, the Doom guy had to SAVE the world, by himself! See, MC had to deal with aliens, weird aliens, and even akward aliens but did he have to deal with like a 20-foot-tall Cyber Demon with wicked guns ATTACHED to its arms? No. Sure, MC lost his home planet and saw all his bros. get killed but did he suffer by watching Hell take them over and force him to fight them? No. Who did? The Doom guy did, so all in all the Doom guy has less to lose, is more angry and has better weapons. Oh, and don't forget he fought Hell three times...By himself, that in its own makes him that much more badass. So when chosing who YOU think should win keep all THAT in mind and say the Doom guy wins. No contest. ~Silpheed, gamer for life. {You have just witnessed a work of fiction by none other than Silpheed, himself. This doesn't exactly portray the views of the poster, okay yeah, it does because the Doom guy is THAT much cooler than Master chief.}[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1]"Game experiance may change while online." actively translates to.."Children will cuss at you online." Its a mixed bag about online gaming morales, some games are played with relatively positive reactions from other players while others have negative reactions. It also depends on whos' game you join, see, if you join someone's game on whatever online game you're playing and they are having a bad day then you'll see a different side to the person than if he/she was having a good day. The best way to avoid worrying about other players harrassing you with cuss words or bad gaming conduct would be to team up with friends you know and trust. Thats all I can think of, I mean, I'm not going to sit here and tell you some of the greatest or worst moments in online gaming history for me, I'm just going to part with that wisdom for you all. ~Silpheed, gamer for life.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Blue]Bought it, love it. However, I can't just post that so let me explain. After KOTOR came out and eventually became GOTY 2003 there was talk of a new game in the works by Obsidian called, KOTOR 2, imagine that, because BioWare was working on a new project that took alot of their time and effort. This project was and is still named Jade Empire, the title isn't anything to get all worked up over but the game is. First off the fighting engine is remarkable, IF used correctly. What I mean by that is that you can't just rush in swinging your fists around like a drunken maniac (Even if thats what some of you really are.) you have to approach every battle with care and precision, using your block and dodge on a regular basis. The only gripe with the battle system besides the steep difficulty would be that you can't block while someone is in mid-combo on your fantasy Chinese butt. The game looks awesome even if the characters look a bit bland and some models are even re-hashed, its not the best looking game on X-Box (That title goes to DOOM 3, and don't argue with me I CAN prove it.) but it does look astounding. The soung quality is above par with the music bordering epic and the sound effects rocking your ears out, sadly the game falls short in voice acting as it could've been better than it is, I mean, its not bad but its not KOTOR, but then again...What is? The story isn't perfect and it has some kinks in it but all in all its pretty damn epic for a fantasy martial arts adventure. I recommend this game to anybody with half a brain, a lick of sense and serious need for good Action-RPG adventuring. ~Silpheed, your local neighborhood game reviewer.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]A mother and child are almost inseperable until a certain age, when one loses the other they go on living but on a very different scale. Some cope with it and move on with only their memories and some grow older; changed. Such was the case for a certain boy and his mother. This is their story... "Mom..Where do people go when they pass on?" a young boy the age of 8 asked to his mother who was putting him to bed with a kiss on the forehead and a quick tuck of the covers. "To a happier place than here, Beck." the mothers' response only stirred up more questions in the boy but for now it was his bed time. The boy quickly fell asleep to sweet dreams of a 'happier place than here.' The world was in ruins, a nuclear holocaust shook the world many years before and once great cities were turned to rubble, great fields of crops were reduced to ashes. From those ashes rose gangs, factions and even monstrosities. Life after death truly HAD to be happier than here. Not too long after the boy had fallen asleep he was awoken by a terrible sound that he had been accustomed to hearing in his short 8 years of life thus far. A gunshot. The boy quickly got out of bed and ran to his doorway, there he peeked out just far enough to see what was going on. "If there is anyone else in here, we will find them. Make it easier on yourself and tell us where they are because we have reason to believe you are mothering a 'chosen one'' an iron-clad soldier with a mask radiating a red glow from the eyes spoke in a muffled voice, he held a pistol and two other just like him stood at his right and left flank, they too were holding weapons but they carried rifles. The boy couldn't tear himself away from the sight and continued to watch. "P-please...I h-have no idea...what yo-you're t-talking about!" the mother spoke quickly, with a shaky voice. There were no visible gunshot wounds so the boy assumed they blasted the door open. The soldier and the mother argued feverishly for a few minutes and then suddenly mother was shot dead by the head soldier who then ordered his companions into the house to search. The boy tore himself from the peep-hole and scampered around in his room for a place to hide, the soldiers were almost at his room when he heard a squeak in the floorboards. The boy quickly but silently lifted the floorboards and hid under them. After what seemed like hours the soldiers gave up and left the house, leaving the mother dead at the front door. The following morning the boy climbed out of the floor and went to his mother where he cradled her and screamed for help. [I]Many years later...[/I] "Sire, the Black Horde has made an advance towards our base. What will we do?" an finely dressed gentleman said to a shadowed figure sitting at a throne resting upon a rasied platform. The figure stood up and walked into the light, he stood towering above all despite his platform. He was dressed in a white over-coat adorned with many buckles, his upper-body was covered in a black shirt with armor plates protecting his chest, his legs were covered in black pants that slightly bagged at the knees due to his knee-high boots which were also plated. The figure's face was hardly seen because he wore half of his silverish hair in the way of his face the other side was bare but he wore sun-glasses on his eyes. One would know he was the leader. "Gerard...I want you to send our secret weapon to deal with the on-going threat." the leader spoke to the finely dressed man, Gerard, in a calm, collected demenor. "Aye, sire. But is that really safe, sending the new Psy-Soldiers? As a friend, Beck, won't you re-consider?" Gerard spoke in a true worrying tone but turned on his heel as Beck nodded for him to continue. [I]They're ready...I'll even join them in battle to gauge their skills[/I] Beck thought to himself as he stepped down from his platform. Beck turned his hand, palm up and large purple mass of energy formed in his hand. Beck quickly dispelled the energy and left the throne room. Beck, known only as that and leader of the Ragnorok Corps., the only gang or faction or whatever you wish to call them that can stand up to the Black Horde, the ones who took his mothers life many years ago. This is his tale of vengence and anger. Through the use of his newly created Psy-Soldiers he intends to cut a swath through the Black Hordes ranks and finally avenge his mother by murdering Albatross, the iron-clad soldier who personally shot Beck's mother dead. Beck indeed was a 'chosen one' as he can call upon Psychic powers to aid him, while the rest of the ruined world relies on guns and weapons Beck can launch waves of energy from the palms of his hands, or tear up the ground underneath him to create a shield around his body. Beck's Psychic powers surpass what any weapon can do and every Psy-Soldier in his army can do what he can do, and more... That is Beck's story..[/SIZE][/COLOR] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sign-Up ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [B]Name:[/B] {Whatever. The world has merged into one 'country' after the nuclear disaster} [B]Age:[/B] {Not too old, not too young} [B]Appearance:[/B] {Detailed description or picture.} [B]Bio:[/B] {What happened to you before you became a Psy-Soldier} [B]Psychic powers:[/B] {Leave this field empty; I will contact you with your specific powers.} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lets see some progress and you'll all see my sign-up soon enough. I will be playing as Beck.

[COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1]Cedrax stood near Kel but hadn't bothered him...yet. The sight of Kel crying like a child just angered Cedrax even more then losing a fellow Jedi, even if he didn't care for him. Cedrax turned and started towards Kel at an alarming speed and spoke loudly with aggression in his voice. "Get up! Get up, Kel and face this like a man! You can't change anything if you sit there sobbing like a baby! Now get up before I MAKE you get up!" Cedrax stood over Kel and spoke loudly, with crossed arms. "Leave me alone..." Kel answered with anger in his voice, slowly starting to rise from the ground. "Yes..MAKE me leave you alone...Come at me!" Cedrax said to Kel, removing the lightsaber from his belt and taking a step back. "I told you Cedrax, leave me..ALONE!" Kel dashed towards Cedrax, igniting his lightsaber and swinging it furiously at Cedrax. Sparks of light flashed as the two lightsabers collided and the two Jedi pounced around taking swings at eachother, it seeming like a draw. "You can do better than that! How will you ever defeat what killed Jassk if you can't even best me!" Cedrax taunted Kel with all his might and took a stab at him with a powerful thrust from his lightsaber, it was easily defended by Kel and reversed but blocked. The two Jedi lashed out until Master Fargal stepped in and halted the fight. "This is not the way we mourn our fellow Jedi. Keep collected and stick to the mission, and Cedrax you need to be more tactful in dealing with other students. Some may not want to go down the path you've chosen thus far in your life." Master Fargal said to the two tired, but not beaten Jedi. The group continued after a while of rest, Kel and Fargal led the group while Cedrax hung back as always. [I]I should've killed him. He is weak and will end up bringing us all down with his pitiful feelings.[/I] Cedrax thought to himself as the group went forth, deeper into the planet towards the Republic base. [I]I WILL kill him the next time he slows us down with his sorrow[/I][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Blue]Cedrax turned to Master Fargal and spoke aloud for all to hear "What makes you think there even ARE survivors out here? Honestly, Its all flora and fauna, creatures and monsters. Nothing more. The base is fried and so are what survivors there could've been." Cedrax said, walking alongside the small group of Jedi. "We don't know that for sure, so thats why we are looking." Master Fargal responded, unwavering in his voice. "C'mon Cedrax, don't be so negative about it, you can't always tell." Mimishi said to Cedrax, rolling her eyes at his negativity. "Think of it this way; if you can't sense presence with the force then there is NO presence!" Cedrax was getting irate with the enthusiasm of the whole group and let them trail ahead of him as he took to the rear, glancing around at their surroundings. [I]I'm telling you all, there is NOBODY out here...Guess they'll find out the hard way when we really don't find anyone. Pushovers...[/I] Cedrax thought to himself, pulling his lightsaber off of his belt and spinning the hilt around in his hand, continuing with the other Jedi students on their futile search for survivors. Cedrax heard a rustle in the bushes and he instantly thumbed his lightsaber on and looked in the sounds direction. A small creature emerged from the bushes and then retreated as quickly as it came. "Whats wrong Cedrax, scared of small animals?" Mimishi laughed out as they continued onward. Cedrax thumbed the lightsaber off and shook his head in shame, he was a bit antsy but he was just being cautious unlike the rest of the group who had high hopes of a flawless mission. Cedrax knew something was out there; waiting for them and Cedrax wanted to be the one to say 'I told you so'[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Blue]Cedrax had sat, stood and even trained on the long journey to the Outer Rim but something bothered him as they continued onward. A presence. The kind of presence that eased his mind and made him feel as though he was in fact going to the '[I]right[/I]' place. Cedrax quickly shook the thought off and paced around the interior of the ship, eyeing each Jedi student as he passed a dozen times over, some gave him a slight glance or an occasional wink but most just stayed still and clear-headed. The ship lurched suddenly, and Cedrax took to his knee to stop from falling over. [I]Bah, only dust particles in space..[/I] Cedrax thought to himself as the ship straightend itself out and continued on. Once on his feet Cedrax looked about to see how everyone else was faring, and then plopped down in his seat across from Jassk. Cedrax nodded towards Jassk and spoke. "Nervous at all?" "A little anxious to get off this ship and into the fray, if any fray at all." Jassk answered. "This shouldn't be tough. Just some routine scout mission, I'll bet what hit that Republic Base was just some off-world weapon. I mean, what else could do that?" Cedrax said with confidence and arogance. "Yeah, well, I suppose we'll find out, won't we?" Jassk replied, folding his arms across his chest and letting out a sigh of intolerance at Cedrax's arogance because he knew it wasn't some 'off-world weapon.' Jassk knew it was something big, and so did Cedrax, the only difference was that Jassk was willing to admit it and Cedrax just wouldn't.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

I've always been a fan of Phantasy Star so I'd have to say that seeing a Phantasy Star re-make would be awesome, hell, re-makes of all of them! I'm talking the whole 90 Hour RPG shindig not some 24 hour quick re-make with mediocre graphics, poor sound and overall bad quality. If the right company got a hold of the rights they could go far with the Phantasy Star franchise. Don't get me wrong, Phantasy Star Online is cool, but how awesome would a Final Fantasy quality Phantasy Star re-make be?....Exactly.

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Blue]Cedrax entered the Jedi compound after recieving word he was picked to go to the Outer Rim. "Hmph..A nice long trip away from this place. I'm glad.." Cedrax told himself as he passed by some students. Cedrax turned the corner to the student quarters, made his way to his own room and entered, which was un-lit except for the small glow of a desk-lamp. Cedrax flipped the light switch and the lights flickered on with a bit of difficulty. "Fierfek! Stupid lights." Cedrax said aloud as he began gathering supplies such as spare robes and small knick-knacks he would need on a trip away from the safety of the Jedi compound on Kashyyk. Not soon after starting Cedrax was done packing his gear, but he felt there was just one thing missing; his blaster. Cedrax popped open a small plasteel alloy box next to his bed and removed a small DH-17 Blaster Pistol, quickly looked it over and stuffed it into his robes. In an about face Cedrax faced the door and made his way out of the room, grabing his lightsaber and turning the lights off as he left. "Alright, lets see who I'm going with. Nobody important, I know that much.." Cedrax said as he clipped the lightsaber to his belt and peeked into his robe for his pistol, just to be sure it was there.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well, I'm not too fond of the Jedi but this is a neat story so I'll join! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [COLOR=Blue][B]Name:[/B] Cedrax Selus [B]Age:[/B] 18 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Personality:[/B] Rude, brash, and hard-headed. Cedrax usually doesn't use his head when the time comes but when brute strength is in order than Cedrax is more than qualified for the task at hand. Cedrax has found himself in more binds than some Jedi Padawans put together but by some un-seen force, other than THE force, he manages to get out of the predicaments, but that doesn't stop the Jedi masters from laying into him. Cedrax relies on strong Lightsaber attacks and an abundance of Force powers such as the much known Darkside power, Force Lightning. [B]Appearance:[/B][URL=http://www.roger-one.net/images/v3/encyclo/perso/viszla/2.jpg]Cedrax [Human][/URL] [B]Bio:[/B] Brought into the Jedi community as a very small child with much potential but his prowess was that of the Dark kind. The Jedi Masters knew it, but they vow to see every Padawan to the end, Light or Dark. In his early ages, Cedrax used his powers to gain avantages over people and to trick them to do his bidding, and he always quarreled with other young ones. The Jedi Masters tried to deteer him from his Dark ways but more often than not he ignored them and went on his way. Cedrax didn't limit his evil to just people, he also used his powers on the creatures of Kashyyk like the highly dangerous Arachnids and even tried his luck with the Wookies, who didn't take kindly to the Jedi tricks. As Cedrax got into his teens his Dark sided tendencies sub-sided somewhat and he was much less evil than he was in his earlier years, but he still didn't use his head as much as he should and still fought on a daily basis and even took up using blasters and other weaponry than just his Lightsaber, his influences for it were from historical figures such as Boba Fett and Jaster Mereel who were both great gun-fighters and ruthless Mandalorian Warriors. Although he was less evil than he was a kid he still took advantage of people and Wookies he was sent to help out in times of peril but demanding more credits than the task was worth, and he still attacked the creatures of Kashyyk for "training." Cedrax still gets a rise of teasing other Jedi students and has even engaged in Lightsaber duels with them out of anger. About a year ago Cedrax had gotten into it with another Jedi student and nearly took his life. The other student was no match for Cedrax but attacked with relentless ferocity, and great agility. The student ran circles around Cedrax, fooling him with quick movements and feigning Lightsaber attacks. Cedrax, fed up with being made a fool of, launched him own counter-attack against the student and ended up destroying the students Lightsaber and injuring him with a shot to the arm by a small assassin blaster, even still Cedrax didn't stop there as he let loose a flurry of lightning from his palm and shocked the student into great agony, a Jedi Master arrived in just enough time to save the student from Cedrax's attack. From then on Cedrax has tried to re-form but unfortunately his efforts have been to no avail, just another push towards the Dark Side will send him over the edge for good. [B]Lightsaber color/ type:[/B] [COLOR=Purple]Purple[/COLOR] / Single saber [B]Most likely to turn to the:[/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=Red]Dark Side[/COLOR] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whooo! Hope that works for you![/SIZE]

[COLOR=Navy][SIZE=1]Its long, but hang in there...[/SIZE][/COLOR] [COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1]One stormy night, Transylvania - 1942... "Stop! Don't come any further! Stop, dammit!" a lone Nazi soldier yelled to an advancing amorphous "being", for lack of a better term. The soldier opened fire on the being but to no avail as his bullets tore right through the form and exited its other side. In a flash the being was on top of the soldier and attacking it with great ferocity, tearing at the soldiers flesh with newly grown claws, and gnashing into the soldier's body with formed fangs. A door behind the being exploded in a hail of splinters and shards of wood and a squad of Nazi soldiers poured in and lined the hallway on each side, opening fire on the being with sub-machine guns. The being leapt away from the dead soldier and started advancing on the new squad of soldiers, but was deterred when a soldier stepped into the doorway with a Panzerfaust rocket launcher. The amorphous being couldn't act in time before the soldier fired a rocket into the being and retreated away from the hallway with the rest of his squad, and in an unknown spectacle of gore the amorphous being painted the hallway in blood. The rocket soldier peered into the hallway to gawk at the damage he had done to the being in hopes of eliminating it, he was indeed successful and he and his squad all let out a sigh of relief for a job well done. The next morning... "Sir, follow me this way and I'll show you the "painted area." Its what the 32nd Division calls it.." a Nazi soldier said as he led a finely uniformed Nazi officer down the halls of the rather large castle. "Tell me again what the 32nd encountered last night." the officer asked as he passed wounded soldiers being tended to by medics. "Sir, it seems as though our soldiers had been tipped off to American presence holed up here in this castle but when we entered the castle to eradicate the American dogs we were ambushed by some..."thing!" the Nazi soldier re-canted his statement with anxiety as he rounded another corner with the officer. "I see, and what did this "thing" look like?" the officer asked with a sly smiled upon his lips. "It..well..uh..Its hard to explain, sir..It didn't have any definite shape, and it moved like water. It was a black..mass..It was evil, pure evil!" said the soldier, biting at his lower lip and rubbing his hands together nevously, he stopped at a broken down door and a very bloody hallway. "We're here, sir...Anything else I need to tell you?" "No, that will be all. Dismissed." the officer commanded, turning into the hallway. He could here the soldier vomiting in the other room and laughed under his breath. [I]"So, I've found whats left of you brother...."[/I] "Sir?" the rocket soldier asked into the room, taking a step in as he called for the officer. "Ah! You are the brave one who took this demon down, I applaud you!" the officer said as he walked to the rocket soldier. "Well, yes, but demon?" the rocket soldier asked peering around the hallway. "Its really none of your concerns, mortal..." the officer said, his eyes as red as fire, with horns beginning to prod its way from his skull, his skin quickly turning from a pale peach color to a blood-red hue. "Holy Mother Of God!" said the rocket soldier, stepping back and raising his sub-machine gun slowly, but before he could act the officer-now-demon put his fist into the side of the soldiers head, sending him flying through a window to his left, plummeting to his death. Nearby soldiers heard the crash and came to investigate. They didn't live very long. A month after the Translyvania incident, the Nazis put their war against the world on hold and went after the ongoing threat of Demons in Europe, some didn't believe it and the Americans took it as an advantage to strike back at the Nazi regime but quickly came to terms with them as they were often caught in the middle of battles with the Germans, and Demons. It seemed that the world would have to put their differences on hold and defend the world itself from an advancing evil. Many dubbed this WWIII, and WWII wasn't even finished yet... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sign-Up... [B]Name:[/B] [Make it pertain to your nationality. ex: An American person named Kazuya.] [B]Age:[/B] [Not too old, not too young] [B]Nation:[/B] [Which country are you fighting for. This should also blend with your fighting style. ex: A Japanese person would more than likely fight with a fantasy style of martial arts or sword-wielding, and a German would fight in a fantasy way with guns. Not more than 2 people may represent one of the same country.] [B]Weapon(s):[/B] [Try to limit yourself.] [B]Appearance:[/B] [Picture or Description.] NOTE: There is no Bio because I want your first post to be a near-fatal encounter with a demon, or hordes of demons which is the reason you've decided to attack against them. Remember, this is fantasy so fighting with swords and martial arts or something other than guns like they used back in the WWII era is perfectly okay. [/SIZE] [/COLOR] [SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]My sign-up... [B]Name:[/B] Sargeant-Major Joachim Bernhard. [B]Age:[/B] 32 [B]Nation:[/B] Germany Weapon(s): Standard issue MP-40 Sub-machine gun, and a Panzerfaust rocket launcher. Appearance: [URL=http://history.acusd.edu/cdr2/WW2Pics/81631.jpg]Bernhard[/URL][/COLOR][/SIZE]

I've given this RPG almost a full week to flourish and unfortunately it hasn't so I've decided to let it go under. Sorry folks.

[COLOR=Navy]I'm bringing back one of my more successful RPG. This time with a little more experience on my side. ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` .......Loading standard game files. .......Loaded. Login ~~~~~~~ Username: Joseph Allington/Hero-LVL-121 Password:******* Welcome to Lore, you are currently in the town of Rem. You have 1 new mail. Read? Y/N?......Y. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To: Cpt. Allington of the Rem Militia From: Admin. RE: Bug fixes. Allington, We here at Lore HQ, virtual HQ located in the city of Whitehall, has finally fixed the bugs you had stressed about in your previous login. These bugs are as follows: Militia sign-up Militia promotions Militia starting gear... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A normal login for a normal teenager in the world of the new state-of-the-art MMORPG, Lore, played directly from a head-set and gloves for a total immersive gameplay where you can smell the smells and see the sites, taste the tastes, and even feel what can be felt. The year is 2010 and in 2008 the videogame industry was brought to its knees when the developers of Lore, GameAdder, released it to an unsuspecting world of gamers hell bent on the latest console or newest computer doodad. When it was released many complained that the game was too pricy and "just another MMORPG." They were wrong. Many people caught onto the new gaming fad and began playing, and soon it became more then just teenagers, it became adults. Many people even have paying jobs within the servers of Lore, it only makes sense. However, with total power comes consequences and was such the case when peoples minds began slipping into the game itself, leaving the outside body in a coma of a sort. The horror of the situation was that, whatever happend to you in Lore happend to your body in the real world. Some liked it, some didn't but the game went on without skipping a beat and continued to pull peoples minds into the game without any regards to their safety whatsoever, because GameAdder wrote it off as some consumer scandal to get them to shut down Lore. Now, though, it seems that Lore needs to be shut down and fast. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Character classes: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [B]Hero:[/B] Your tough fighter class with little magic abilities. Can wield: All melee type weapons, but no long range weapons. [B]Guardian:[/B] Not quite as potent in fighting abilities as the Hero but has some minor attack and defense spells at their disposal. Can wield: Dagger, Shortsword, Longsword, Katana, Saber, Cutlass, Spear, Axe, Mace. Can also equip short bows. [B]Tempest:[/B] Very weak fighting abilities, but a slew of magical arts. Can wield: Longsword, Staff. Can also equip Short and Long bows. [B]Cut-throat:[/B] Decent fighting abilities, can sneak alot better than any other class. No magic. Can wield: Dagger, Shortsword, Club. Can also equip Shortbow, Longbow, Composite bow. [B]Sniper:[/B] Weak fighting prowess but excellent long range capabilites. Can wield: Dagger, Club. Can also equip all types of bows. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Weapon types: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [B]Melee:[/B] ```````` Dagger Club Shortsword Longsword Broadsword Bastardsword Two-handed sword Saber Katana Cutlass Axe Mace Flail Double-sided axe. [B]Ranged:[/B] ```````` Shortbow Longbow Composite bow Crossbow Musket Rifle ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [B]Sign-up:[/B] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Username: {Username for Lore. A name other than your IRL name} Name: {In Real Life name} Character class: {Hero, Guardian, Tempest, Cut-throat, Sniper} Weapon: {Relate it to your class} Appearance: {Picture or description} Bio: {When and how did you start playing Lore.}[/COLOR] Okay, there it is. I'll post my sign-up as soon as I see some results for this thread. EDIT: I'll be going away for Spring Break, as should you all, and I won't be able to post my sign-up or even start the RPG until, I'd say Saturday.

I've not yet played RE4, but because of my total lack of respect for the other Resident Evils I'll end up waiting a really long time to play them because, well, they just aren't scary. Now, like James said, Silent Hill offers a much scarier overtone. Resident Evil = BOO! Silent Hill = gonna getcha, Gonna getcha, GONNA GETCHA! (Ominous, suspenseful) I'll admit that Resident Evil for the GC had a slight ominous scare to it, but nothing close to what I had expected, or even wanted. If I want scary I'll play Silent Hill or Eternal Darkness. So in short, Resident Evil isn't scary. Personal opinion.

Of course! Matter of fact, I did it just yesterday because it was Sunday, I hadn't worked all weekend and I just didn't feel like dealing with customers. I just didn't. However, I try not to fake sick as much as possible because if you fake sick too many times people will start to think you're faking sick when you're really sick. Get it, huh?

Please, would someone ban casual gamers from anything that is actually videogames?! Everyday I see someone walk into EB in our local mall and trade in a game that just came out not more than a week or two ago! Why? Because they are a casual gamer. They beat a game, trade it in and probably think nothing of it. But if you look at most hardcore gamers, like myself, you'll see that we buy games, keep them, and even re-play them over and over again. You can spot a casual gamer from a mile away. Hardcore gamer: "What makes a game good?" Casual gamer: "Graphics!" H.G.: "What about storyline and gameplay?" C.G.: "I just skipped the cut-scenes and I beat that game in a day and traded it in. I probably won't even want to play it again." (Note: That is a 'fake' re-inactment, and may not portray the view of the writer. However, it does. In his opinion.) Honestly folks, thats how it is! Casual gamers think of only the graphics and how hyped up the game is, while hardcore gamers who go out and build their own arcade machines and spend massive amounts of money in a sole search for a rare game (Chrono Trigger, anyone?), collect gaming posters, and think deep into the game rather than just scratching the surface. Who else around her can't stand casual gamers (Or rather casual gaming so's not to flame anyone)? I know I can't but the problem is that casual gamers are taking over and there is nothing us hardcore gamers can do about it. Anyone want to shine some light onto this subject? Last of all, this is all my personal opinion and is not an insult to anyone! Keep that in mind when you post against or for me.

Besides a little drinking here and some vandalism there I'm pretty good at following the rules, and I'm pretty respectful for the most part. However, exceptions to the rules are when people are disrespecting me, my family, or my friends. I also break rules when I don't agree with them. Again, those are the only exceptions cause I won't break a rule or do something to be a jerk. Just can't do it.

I just hate it when: Someone kills a Storm Trooper in the Star Wars movies. Somebody spurts out a racial slurr against me Boba Fett dies Females shave their heads, and or get mohawks to be "individual" People act "emo" I hate, with a passion, people who walk into the store Hot Topic. That store rapes everything I've ever liked and turns it into some dark, emo, punk, or something other than what it was originally supposed to be and sells it to the public for commercial use..

I'm probably pretty far into this shin-dig but I gotta voice my opinion about the magical plant we like to commonly call...Weed! First off I wanna get the kid outta me by saying "Weed is bad and you shouldn't do it! Nah nah nah!" And second I have to say that I'm not perfect because, I have tried it and I personally didn't like what it did to me, it altered my mind and thinking and just felt all around...weird. I know that I'm not going to try it again and I would love it if others didn't try it again, continue doing it, or even start. I seems foolish to think that a plant that alters your state of mind for the worse should be praised as something good. So in short, DON'T SMOKE WEED!

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B] Wade Wilson [B]Super Hero Name: [/B] Deadpool [B]Age: [/B] 30 [B]Super Powers: [/B] Deadpool is most noted for his God-like healing factor which heals the MOST severe of injuries, and yes that means a bullet to the head in a matter of minutes! A much faster and stronger healing ability than that of even Wolverine. Oh yeah, super strength, speed and all the usual super hero stuff. [B]Biography: [/B] Deadpool is a gun-for-hire. A by-product of the military's Weapon X program, Deadpool was given incredible strength, agility and god-like healing powers--but at a price. His cellular structure is in constant flux and his sanity is alway questionable. He is a whiz with guns and other firearms and even better with a katana, which he carries around with him wherever he goes. He is on several "Most Wanted Lists" around the world and he knows it and is proud of it! Since he is a gun-for-hire he will sell his services for the right price, and that means anyone. So, today, ladies and gentlemen he will be fighting for the side of gooood! [B]Description: [/B] [url=http://www.samruby.com/Heroes/Deadpool/Deadpool02Shot.gif]Deadpool[/url] [B]Gender: [/B] Male[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DimGray]After the short flight back to earth Z was still frantic about it. "Woo! I'm telling you, Mutuol! That is about the coolest thing in all of eternity!" Z rang out to the world. "Really, its not that great. Its just flight...Haven't you been inside an airplane before?" Mutuol said, crossing his arms. "Uh..Well..No." "Well, its the same thing." "No way! In an airplane I can't go 150 miles per hour with my hair on fire!" "You're right. You go about 500 miles an hour." Z slapped his forehead then ran a hand down his face and let out a deep sigh as his hand came down. "You know...I really do hate you. You ruin everything." Mutuol laughed and slapped Z on the back, the hit pushed Z foward into another passerby. Z pushed himself away from the person who was then greeted by gun to his face. "What punk?! Push me again and see what happens! I'll blow your fucking brains out!" the punk look serious, but his grip on the gun told otherwise. "Look kid, if you want to be damned to a firey pit of hell for all of eternity then keep waving that gun around like a fucking moron, but if you'd like to leave with all your teeth still intact then put the pea-shooter away and walk off" Z turned serious, and he lowered his hand to his right side. Mutuol on the other hand stood back and looked on with crossed arms and a stern look..like always. The punk's left eye twitched a bit, and his grip tightend on the gun. He was ready to pull the trigger, and so was Z. "C'mon kid. Make a move. I promise you that you won't leave with your life." Z quickly drew his submachine gun and pointed it at the youngun. "Ready?" The punk narrowed his eyes and began to pull the trigger on his gun. Z was quicker. The punk fell into the gutter of the street in a hail of bullets and blood, everyone in the near vicinity fled from the scene. Z quickly replaced his submachine gun and turned to Mutuol. "Scared for me there, Mutuol?" Z said with a grin "Actually, yeah. I was afraid that mortal would take your life and I would have to banish your soul to the deepest pits of hell" Mutuol said to Z almost serious "You would do that to me?" Z asked, whisking up the punk's weapon and sticking it in his belt-line. Mutuol shook his head and turned to walk down the street once more. Z quickly started to follow. "Well? Would you?!" Z was anxious for an answer he knew he may never get.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

Z let out a heavy sign and streached his arms hish into the air, then let them drop to his sides like a three year old. "Ya know. If I had wings I'd just fly wherever I wanted!" "You know, if I didn't tolerate you as much as I do, you would be dead." "Great. Nice. Thats just grand! I'm just happy to know you care!" Mutoul rans hand of annoyance down his face, and looked to the sky once more he look in deep thought, but continued walking. Z on the other hand was scoping out the surroundings in his line of work you couldn't be too careful. "You should really stop worrying too much. You fidgit way to much for your status" Mutuol mused while shooting a glance Z's way. "Yeah? And what's my status? Scum of the earth, thats what!" Z proclamied, kicking over a trashcan as the two passed by it. They neared a corner market and Z got a glint in his eye. "If you're thinking of robbing that place, I won't let you." Mutuol said, crossing his arms "What? No! I want some damn donuts! Hell, I'll even pay for them" Z smiled and started foward, he was stopped by Mutouls hand on his shoulder. "No. We must continue. The Fallen Star would not be too happy if we showed up late, or out of context." "You Angels need to eat sometime! Dammit, I'm human and I need food. So thats what I'm going to get. Food." Z continued towards the corner when a gunshot rang out from within and two masked robbers sprinted from the store. Z slapped his forehead, and turned to Mutuol who was slightly laughing. "You see? They aren't hungry anymore!" The two continued down the rain beaten sidewalk, their final destination to be the Fallen Star's pad. At least in human connotation.

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Name: He is simply known only as Z' Race: Human (What'd ya expect from good 'ol Silpheed?) Sex: Male Age: 26 Appreance:[url=http://www.snkplaymore.jp/official/kof2003/english/character/img/chara_kdash01.jpg]Z'[/url] Preferred Weapon: [url=http://opensores.thebunker.net/pub/mirrors/defcon/images/defcon-11/dc-11-shoot/p90.jpg]Z's gun[/url] A P90 SubMachine Gun. When fully loaded it sports a 50 round magazine. What makes this weapon unique is the fact that it is loaded with magnesium filled hallow-point bullets. Background: Z' has been working underground as a gun-for-hire for many years and, quite frankly, he is good at what he does. He does his dealings with Mafia leaders, gangs, Yakuza, police, and more. Z' has no sense of "un-fairness" and will kill you while you're sleeping, going to the restroom, or even having sex. He'll hit you when your down and if given the chance will shoot you from behind, execution style. He is ruthless, snide, rude, and has absolutely no manners whatsoever. The fact of all that above was by the way he was raised. His family near encouraged him to drink at a young age. (He is clean, says it messes with his aiming ability), and get into trouble. They didn't care about his suspensions and expulsions at school and never payed damage costs when he vandalized something. Growing up he witnessed his father beat his mother on several occasions and stood by as he did so, helpless to do anything. Though, when he grew up he beat his father down which eventually led to the family seperating, his mother blaming Z' for all their problems when he thought he was helping her. To this day he believes what he mother had said to him and never speaks of his family, and even more ironically he has killed his own brother. Not long ago, Z' was fleeing from a gun fight that started raging out of control with the police and the local thugs that he started. He was payed by a higher-up to kill a thug leader, and restore balance to that community, no questions asked. Z' successfully killed the leader and was escaping the scene when more thugs found out about his act and began shooting at him, he in turn shot back and started his one-man army routine with taking down everyone he saw who was shooting at him, and some that were not. When local police entered the fray and tried to stop the fight Z' killed a police officer which then turned the force against him. It wasn't long before the thugs began shooting at the police also and Z' decided that it was too hot to stick around and fought himself an escape route, in his hasty retreat he was wounded several times and knew that he might die. As Z' rounded a corner, a mysterious man pulled him into an alleyway and spoke quickly about being able to get him out of his current situation. Z' quickly accepted and the man quickly got themselves out of harms way. The man was in fact Mutuol, an Angel. Dark Angel. Since Mutuol helped Z' out of that hairy situation he has eternally thanked him and even vowed an alleigence with the Angel. That was 2 years ago.[/SIZE][/COLOR]