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Paul stood there, blowing the smoke from his smoking .44s He holstered them and pulled out his .45s. [B]Clyde:[/B]You think those puny pistols can hurt me?! [B]Paul:[/B]Well...they hurt every other Vampire the bullets come in contact to. [B]Clyde:[/B]I'm no mere Vampire... [B]Paul:[/B]You damn Vampires are all the same...Ooh ooh "I cant be killed because I'm not like the rest!" [B]Clyde:[/B]I'll enjoy killing you! [B]Paul:[/B]We'll see about that! Clyde ran foward with his Sword held high, he brought it down as Paul jumped backwards, the slash put a cut through his coat. Paul stood steady as the Vampire ran at him again. Paul hopped to the side as he heard the wind behind the Sword blade. Clyde swung his sword to the side as Paul hopped backwards. [B]Clyde:[/B]Why cant I hit you?! I am more powerful and faster then you can imagine! [B]Paul:[/B]That may be true, but who has killed many more Vampires? Paul lifted his .45s and began firing at Clyde, the Vampire blocked the first few bullets but was greeted with bullets pounding into him from all places. His knees, his thigh, his shoulder, his hand. Clyde fell backwards holding his knee. [B]Clyde:[/B]What?! How did you!? [B]Paul:[/B]If I told you, then I'd have to kill you....Well...I'm going to kill you anyways, so whats the point? Paul lifted his left .45 and aimed at Clydes heart. Paul lifted his other hand and gave a sobbing faced good-bye. [B]Paul:[/B]I'll miss you.. Paul let a laugh out as he pulled the trigger. The bullet blasted from the gun, Clyde gave a hard gasp as the bullet crashed into his heart. Clyde laid back with no motion, blood poured from his wound, which turned to ashes as soon as it touched ground. Clyde burst into flames and his ashes were blow away. [B]Paul:[/B]I honestly dont think I have killed him yet... Paul holstered his .45s and unlatched his Styer AUG from his back. [B]Paul:[/B]Time for the big gun...

Paul sped down the streets, sharply turning around corners putting the car in slight shifts. Isiona gripped onto the dashboard as the car swung around the corners. [B]Isiona:[/B]For the record, I'd like you to know that you are the craziest driver I have ever met! [B]Paul:[/B]....I know! Paul laughed as he pressed the accelerator down harder, the engine roared as the car picked up speed. He took a sharp turn down a night-life street. [B]Isiona:[/B]Where are we going?! [B]Paul:[/B]A Nightclub...Famous with the Vampires..Do you have a weapon?! [B]Isiona:[/B]Yes! [B]Paul:[/B]Good! Re-load mine! Paul stuck his right hand in his coat and pulled out one of his .44s He handed it to Isiona, who immediatly poped open the glove compartment and began reloading his weapon. She knew where "things" are in Pauls car, she has been in it so many times. Paul came to screeching halt in front of a Nightclub. Isiona handed Paul his .44 back and exited the vehicle. Paul grinned and exited the car. He holstered his .44 and walked to the door-guard. [B]Door-guard:[/B]Show your mark.. [B]Paul:[/B]No problem Big guy... Paul un-holstered a .45 from his side and blasted the Vampire door-guard in his head. He fell to the ground and burst into flames. [B]Paul:[/B]That was easy enough.. [B]Isiona:[/B]I'll say. Paul holstered his .45 and entered the Night-club.

Wow! Everyone here except James poked fun of my name! For all comments made I had logical answers! Here I go... [B]Semjaza[/B]-My name is Clank...That is my name, its what people call me, thats what is on my Birth Certificate. That is my real name. [B]Jubei[/B]- Its a surfing name, because....well...There is no logical explaniation here. I have never actually sat down and thought about my name I kinda lived on thinking "Well, hey. My name is Clank, the only Clank out there...I'm pretty slick." [B]Daigo[/B]I haven't actually played that game..never looked appealing to me.

To be quite honest, I wish Rock and Roll had never really evolved into what it is today. It was greatest in the 80s....My personal opionion, Of course. The Rock and Roll nowadays is too mainstream. Dont get me wrong, I am Heavy Metal Head, but...Rock was greatest in its Golden Years of say....Late 70s through Late 80s.

Semjaza, you have just made my day by naming of such miraculous bands and songs. Covered or not, most were really good...But we all are forgetting a great band who has re-done, covered, whatever you want to call it...Testament...They re-did "Sails of Charon" A GREAT Scorpions song. If you haven't heard that song, I'd suggest going to buy a Scorpions Greatest Hits Tape or CD..the Scorpions are one of my personal favorites and I think everyone should own some Scorpions music.

Thanks for the support! There is a funny story behind my name...I grew up in a big surfing family..and most of us had Surfing names. My cousin had the name Rip-tide, but his real name is Roberto. My cousin Zack is Hang-ten. You can image the the rest. Gnarly, Wave, Tubular...You know...Think of a 70s-80s awesome slang and someone in my family is probably nicknamed that... Well..My parents really couldn't find a real name that fit me, so they decided to name me by my surfing name. Lucky for me, I love surfing, so my name wasn't a shame. I like my name...Its unique

My favorite male name would be Clank. Why? Because its my name, Its also very unique, nothing like it. As far as I know...I am the only Clank in this world...and Karne...That is one of the most original Medieval names I have ever heard. As for women...I dont choose favorite Women names, but I have one..Leena, It is also unique. To me, most of the Leenas' I know...which are...4! , have an outstanding personality. Well...to me anyways.

[B]Name:[/B]Kyle Lockard [B]Age:[/B]13 [B]Description:[/B]Usually wearing the same type of blue jeans, he usually wears black t-shirts. His brown curly hair covers his blue eyes. Though he always sports a black baseball hat, which his hair poofs out from the sides. He has headphones around his neck constantly, and his CD player is located in his back pocket. He is of average height for a 13 year old. He is kind of skinny, but most of his build is in the skill of his feet. [B]Bio:[/B]Not one of the smart kids, he spends most of his time skating or just sitting around the house playing Videogames. He transferd from a different school to the one he is currently in because he got booted out. He has no friends, because of his transfer. [B]Schedule:[/B] 1st Period- Mrs. Kim- [B]Homeroom[/B] 2nd Period-Mrs. Kim- [B]Language Arts[/B] 3rd Period- Mr. Brown- [B]Gym[/B] 4th Period- Mrs. Scott- [B]Science[/B] 5th Period- Mrs. Denko- [B]Art[/B] 6th Period- Mrs Kim- [B]Math[/B] 7th Period- Mrs. Bacon- [B]Social Studies[/B] [B]Items:[/B] He carries his back pack, that has straps for his Skateboard. Inside his backback is his Binder, which is a mess un-contained. The rest of his backpack is filled with incomplete homework that he forgot to do, or just didn't feel like doing.

Paul shook his dead slowly. [B]Paul:[/B]Dont you Vampires ever die right?! Paul pulled a .44 out and pulled the trigger, a bullet went smashing into the Vampires chest, it flew backwards and laid down. Paul holstered his .44 and Isiona and Paul re-entered the vehicle. Paul stepped on the gas and raced foward, he felt the car raise as he heard smashing bones. [B]Paul:[/B]He'll be up and about here shortly, but for now...We gotta take care of other matters on hand. Paul sped down the street and turned at an intersection full of traffic. He smashed into the side of another car, and fought for control over his vehicle. He heard a blaring horn as Paul kept speeding down the road. [B]Paul:[/B]Damn it..First my car gets shot, then I smash into another car! After all this is said and done, i'm getting this heap fixed!

I take it i'm not allowed to have a TIE Fighter then? Evne though they were the best thing that ever happend to Star Wars. Haha. I'll edit if you tell me to.

Paul raced down the streets, and stopped at his once-regular Gun stop. He exited his vehicle and ran into the store. He hopped behind the counter and walked into the back room, he followed the trail of blood that the Vampire had created when he dragged the Old man in the back room for a feast. Paul scoured the backroom, until he came up on the Old man. Paul kneeled down next to him. [B]Paul:[/B]I cant believe they got you... Paul put his hands over the Old mans eyes, then slid his hand down, closing the mans eyes. Forever. Paul stood up and looked around, he walked further into the back room, all the way to the Old mans work table, he saw various empty Shotgun shells. He looked around and saw a brown bag behind the Ammunition Maker. He pulled it to the front of the bench and peeked inside. He smiled at the sight of such powerful ammo. He put his hand in the bag and pulled a few of the Garlic and Gunpowder shotgun shells out, he stuffed them into his coat pocket, he reached in for another handful and was greeted with a gun to the back of his head. [B]Isiona:[/B]You killed him! Didn't you! Paul slowly turned around with his hand up, bent at the elbows. [B]Paul:[/B]Isiona...You know I wouldn't do such a thing. Wait...How did you sneak up on me?! Nevermind, I dont want to know.. Paul slowly pointed to a large pile of Ashes right behind the counter. [B]Paul:[/B]A Vampire killed the Old man.... Isiona slowly lowered her gun. Paul let his hands drop, he turned around and started putting the rest of the shells into his coat pockets. [B]Isiona:[/B]What are you going to do? [B]Paul:[/B]No clue...I blasted the Vampire into nothing before I could see his Clan marking..Looks like another wild goose chase.. Paul turned and began exiting the building. Isiona followed Paul. [B]Isiona:[/B]I'm coming with you! [B]Paul:[/B]What? No you arent.. Isiona raised her gun to Pauls head, again. [B]Paul:[/B]Alright, you're coming. Stop pointing that gun at me, though...Makes me think you haven't learned to trust me over the years... Paul and Isiona exited the Gun store and entered Paul's Black Chevelle. Paul turned the car on and drove off down the street.

Lookin good. We need a few more people and we can get this show on the road. By the way, there is realy no set plot. Its pretty open ended, you can really do whatever pleases you. Another thing...Everyone..Great sign-ups! I forgot to say this above, I know I should've. The reason I didn't put [B]Weapons:[/B] down on the sign-up..Is because I feel you should'nt have to be restricted to one weapon, or type of weapon. Whic is also the reason I have no set Classes.

Paul stood with his .44s drawn. He was scanning the area. [B]Paul:[/B]What the hell is going on here?! First we got some mad Human after us because we killed a Vampire...A VAMPIRE! Then another Vampire seems to know where we are going! And they all can come out at day! Paul holstered his .44s and rushed to his car. Andrew right behind him. He opend the door and got it, he rolled down the window and looked at the two females. [B]Paul:[/B]I'm getting out of here, and taking revenge on that vile Vampire Clan that ruined my supply depot! If you need me, i'm the only oen with a black Chevelle...Look for me Paul shifted it the car into reverse and pulled back, he quickly turned the wheel to the left and spun the car around, he shifted it into D and raced out of the Junkyard. He turned down the street,t he stench of burning rybber on pavement wafting through the air.

This is my next attempt at an RPG...Might as well be my last if it doesn't go through well. It is based on Medieval times ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [I]Sitting in front of your Computer screen, you are playing the next-generation of MMORPG. Lore. You run around slaying creatures and gaining EXP. You take on quests that take you far beyond your wildest dreams. Of course, you're one of many. You spend countless hours on Lore. You are a feared character among Newbies and Veterans, alike. Though, the game seems to be running a bit laggy lately. You shrug it off and continue playing. All seems well enough, but after obtaining your next level up a strange feeling courses through your veins. It unexplained, a pain is shot through you and you black out. Countless hours later, you are laying in a Grassy knoll...Curious to as where you are, you stand and look around. You see people carrying swords, and staffs walking towards you. The call your name, but before you could utter any words, you noticed something odd....They called you by your character name...You bend down to feel the grass. It feels real enough, you look around you and your equipment sits on the ground next to you. You grab your things and run to a nearby pond, you peer into the pond and are shocked by what you see...You ARE your Lore character. It was real enough while playing it on your computer, but now it IS real! Everything in the real world has ceased to exist for you, you are in Lore now...Of course, you know there is a bigger plan going on. But for now you seem to want to enjoy life in Lore. Something you've wanted to do for a long time now...[/I] [B]Here is the sign-up.[/B] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lore persona -------------------------- [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Race:[/B](Imagination is the key...Medieval fantasy races...Elf, Dwarf, Half-Orc, Half-Wolf, Human, ect. Imagination!!!) [B]Class:[/B] (It can range from a petty thief to a Paladin. Use your imagination, remember you are a high ranked character) [B]Description:[/B] (You can have a pic if you'd like) (The reason there is no Bio needed for your Lore character is cause, its an MMORPG. A role-playing MMORPG, but not many people make Bios for their online characters. You can if you want, but it is not needed) Real life (Before being sucked into the game, of course) -------------------------- [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Description:[/B] [B]Bio:[/B] (It doesn't have to be long. A short bio on why you played Lore so much, you know the drill) [I]Here is mine...[/I] Lore persona --------------------- [B]Name:[/B]Rey Fharblade [B]Age:[/B] 25 [B]Race:[/B]Human [B]Class:[/B] Knight [B]Description:[/B] [IMG]http://www.excalibur-gemini.com/images/knight.jpg[/IMG] Real life --------------------- [B]Name:[/B]Van [B]Age:[/B] 16 [B]Desciption:[/B] Usually wearing the same type of blue jeans, he wears a yellow t-shirt. His curly brown hair is hidden under a black base-ball cap, but pops out of the sides. His blue eyes are covered by the shadow the hat leaves on his face. [B]Bio:[/B] He started playin Lore when the game first came out. He spent countless hours playing it holed up in his room, trying to get away from his fighting parents. After getting pulled into Lore he wondered and worried about his Parents. Would they forget him? Has anything changed?

Paul pressed the gas hard as the Chevelle picked up speed. Soon flashing red lights were seen in his rear-wiew mirror. Paul slammed on the brakes and came to halt on the curb. The police cruiser stopped behind Paul and the Cop exited his vehicle. He walked up to Pauls window and found a .44 barrel to his nose. [B]Andrew:[/B]What are you doing?! Paul smiled and pulled the trigger, the round pounded into the Cops head as blood spattered against Paul. The Cop fell to the floor and burst into flames. [B]Paul:[/B]Day walking Vampires are becoming more and more common. Paul stepped on the gas and sped off, the squeeling tire blowing the ashes of the Vampire away. He turned a corner and flew down the street. He came to an aburpt stop at an old run-down building. [B]Andrew:[/B]You really should learn to drive slower, you almost gave me a heart attack just then... [B]Paul:[/B]Want to walk?......Alright, then...Stay here, i'll be right back. Paul exited the vehicle and ran into the shop. He rushed to the counter and tapped on it. [B]Paul:[/B]I need as many of the custom shells I have requested! A vampire exited the back room with blood on its chin. [B]Paul:[/B]Now you're going after my supplies?! Paul unholstered a .45 from his side and blasted the Vampire into dust. Paul holstered his pistol and exited the shop. [B]Andrew:[/B]What happend? [B]Paul:[/B]That "super" Vampire or yours is making things complicated, thats all... Paul entered his vehicle, and sped off down the street.

Well...lets see...my name is an odd name...My real name anyways... If you want to try and guess it...go ahead, but i'll save you the trouble and tell you anyways. Clank. Thats right...my real name is...Clank.... Go ahead, poke fun.. Guess what! It doesn't mean anything! My parents were just plain stupid when they named me that. Pretty slick, eh? My OB name: SilpheedPilot. Silpheed named after an Aircraft on a game and Pilot...cause well the the Silpheeds wouldn't fly without them!

Paul stood a ways away while the Slayer and "Super" Vampire clashed steel. He had one of his .44s out and was pointing blindly at the two. He waited and waited for that perfect time. As it came, all seemed to slow to a crawl. As Paul pulled the trigger and the bullet left the gun. Everything came back to speed as the bullet smashed into the Vampires heart. It fell backwards, blood spraying from the wound. It hit the ground and was gone in a ploom of smoke. Paul ran to Andrew. [B]Paul:[/B]Is he dead? [B]Andrew:[/B]I dont know... Paul holstered his .44 and walked to his Chevelle. [B]Paul:[/B]C'mon..lets get out of here, in case he has friends. Paul jumped into his car, and Andrew rushed into the passenger seat. Paul turned the car on, shifted it in D and pressed the accelerator. They sped off out of the harbor.

I would have to say..my favorite Anime Lyrics..."Tank" - The Seatbelts...Cowboy Bebep opening if you didn't know... "I think its time to blow this scene. Get everybody and the stuff together. OK. 3. 2. 1. Lets Jam." Those are the only lyrics in the songs and some of the easiest to memorize. But its the song that counts, not the lyrics.

I like Trance music for the most part. The reason I like it cause it sets you in that one mood you want to be in. Its relaxing, at times. At others it makes you want to get active. Trance is good....and I read a few post up about Orgy being Indistrial Rock. Dotn forget Rammstein...they are Industrial Rock, too! A great band too...Please, for the sake of all that is good, do not go into the fact that they are one of the most mainstream bands out there...I know, and I dont want to here any ranting and raving...Especially from those who think they NEED to prove points...You know who you are...

[B]Name:[/B] Hayden Dimmack [B]Age:[/B] 30 [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Occupation:[/B] Bounty Hunter [B]Weapon(s):[/B] A Heavy Blaster Rifle, with its stock cut off, and the barrel hacked off and rounded out: Making it a very powerful Blaster Pistol. and a EE-3 Blaster Rifle [B]Ship:[/B] A re-configured TIE-Fighter, its Flat out-ward wings have been replaced with flaying, strech wings. The cock-pit has remained the same. [B]Bio:[/B] He was condemned from his Home Planet for acts of Treason. For being at a young age, he wasn't to be killed. A cargo barge to Kamino was to drop young Hayden off there. Where he was to set out on his own with help from no-one from his Home Planet. He wandered the wilderness of Kamino until arriving at what seemed to be an extremly old camp. The tents were ravaged of weather, and the supplies where gone, traces of them could be found here and there. Hayden stumbled on a decaying body in armor of a sort. Hayden lifted the armor and the decaying body, drifted into the air, dust. He un-latched the buckles on the side and put it on. He lifted the helmet and put it on his head. He put the Thigh-guards, and shin guards on. He put the boots on which seems to have tiny claws at the end. He put on the Guantlets that had various gizmos inside, all of the armor was sizes to big for him. He grabbed the Blaster next to the dust of a body and, holstered the Blaster Pistol at his side. He continued on and came upon a village. People who even gave him a slight glance ran in terror. One old man pulled him aside and asked him why he was so far from home. Hayden told the old man his story and was asked how he obtained powerful Mandalorian Battle Armor. Hayden then grew up in that town, training under the Blaster. Until one day various Vagabonds ravaged his home-town and killed all. They left Hayden wounded and dying. Hayden survived and went after the Vagabonds. His Mandalorian Armor saved him countless times, as it saved him during the raid on the Vagabonds home. After getting revenge for his home he became a Bounty Hunter to offer his skill...for a price. [B]Description:[/B] Wears Deep Blue Mandalorian Battle Armor. It is dented and rusting due to its over-use. He rarely removes his helmet, but when he does he has short brown hair that naturally spikes itself up. He has a scar running down his left green eye. His right eye is a deep Green, and his pupil is a square. [B]Personality:[/B] He usually keeps to himself, but when talking needs to be done. He keeps calm and talks in a mono-tone, which make him a very calm and mannerd person.

Paul raced down the street at excess speeds. He reered a corner, his tires screeching. He flew past a dented car and a famed slayer. Funny how the slayers were famed among themselves. He screeched to a stop in next to the famed Slayer. He got out fo his car and walked to Andrew. [B]Paul:[/B]Ahh..the famed Andrew Zemdi. A great Slayer, or so they say. I've never really seen you in action, so for my sake I really cant call you The "famed" Andrew Zemdi...Can I? [B]Andrew:[/B]No..I guess you cant, but who are you? You seem familiar.. [B]Paul:[/B]Funny you should ask. I am Paul Keegan: Master of the Gun... Never really picked up a sword in my life. I plan to keep it that way, too... [B]Andrew:[/B]Paul Keegan..I know you...Vampires like to spread word of the best. Seems you've been mentioned alot lately. [B]Paul:[/B]It would seem so...Need a lift?

Ok ok ok...If I haven't already covered this a billion times..Daigo should know. My time, money, and sweat goes into Videogames. I have already created a few, they were trash though, so they are gone. Anime and Manga is my on-the-side hobby. Videogames are my life. I dont have a job, because of them. There, my hobby. Games, games, games! EDIT: Even my Otakuboards name is after a video games...Slipheed. A great top-down, space ship shooter.

Shiroh looked at his sensors and saw a blip show up, he turned his Gundam to face his left and saw a Heavy Equiped Gundam peeking out from an old office building. He pointed his Machine gun at the Gundam and opened a Comm. link. [B]Shiroh:[/B]You there! The one with all the guns! The Gundam with the Gatling guns looked at Shiroh. [B]Pilot:[/B]Yes? [B]Shiroh:[/B]Lets form an Alliance...We will be a more formitable match if we do so [B]Pilot:[/B]That may be true... Shiroh pressed his foot pedals in and, pulled the left control handle down. He started to run to the gundam with the Gatling guns. He lowered his Machine Gun and put his hand up. [B]Shiroh:[/B]Alliance? My name is Shiroh Amada.

Shiroh sighed as he pressed the control handles foward and the foot pedals in. The Gundam started to walk foward, but he pressed the foot pedals in hard and it began to run. [I]I dont know who I'm supposed to fight![/I] He swung the Gundam around and scanned the area. The purple mech and the tiger-ish mech were gone. [I]I had better stay sharp. Dont want nothing trying to get me...[/I] He pointed his Machine gun foward and ran down the empty streets of the dusty, broken town. He looked around and continued running. He checked his sensors and saw nothing. He came to a stop and leaned against a building. [I]I'll wait for a sign....Something telling me shoot, and not be shot.[/I]

Paul woke up to the early morning sunlight pelting through the dusty warehouse windows. He sat up in his bed, and looked around. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stood up, he yawned and stretched. He walked over to an old refrigerator and and opend it up. He looked inside and pulled out a bottle of beer. He smacked the top of the bottle against the handle of the fridge and the bottle-ap came off. He took a swig, then set it down. He walked to the far side of the ware-house and stopped at a tarped car. He yanked the tarp of the car and revealed a '70 Chevelle. He opend up the door and sat inside. He pressed a button under the dash and the ware-house garage doors flung open. He turned the car on and backed out slowly. He shifted it into D and sped off down the alleyway, he pressed the button under his dash and the ware-house garage doors slammed shut. He sped down countless streets and came to a stop at an old, run down Gun store. Paul exited his car and entered the building. An old man behind the counter waved at Paul as he entered. [B]Old man:[/B]Let me guess...Cross tipped bullets? That the only reason you come in here. The old man laughed and went into the back room. Paul walked up to the counter and looked at the countless guns on the walls. The old man exited the back room with a carboard box full of boxes of various .45, .44, and 5.56 ammunition. [B]Old man:[/B]Here you go, you know the usual price. [B]Paul:[/B]Of course. But, I'm also here fo another weapon and custom ammo. The old man turned around and looked at the guns on his wall. [B]Old man:[/B]Well? Which will it be? [B]Paul:[/B]The Jackhammer. The old man smiled, and looked at Paul shaking his head. [B]Old man:[/B]You knwo that a hefty priced Shotgun....They are quite rare, ya know... [B]Paul:[/B]Thats why I come here Paul grinned and looked at the old man waiting. [B]Old man:[/B]right, right...Well..this is a bit steep, but i'm going to price it in at...$7000 [B]Paul:[/B]Sounds good Paul exited the building and walked to his car trunk. He kicked the back and the trunk poped open. He lifted a breifcase out and closed the trunk. He walked back into the building and set the briefcase down on the counter. He poped open the case and started lifting money from the briefcase. [B]Paul:[/B]There you are...$7000 for the Shotgun and $10,000 for the ammunition. The old man nodded and pulled the money off of the top of the counter and on to a shelf below the counter. He turned around and grabbed the Jackhammer. He slowly set it down on the counter. There you are. He grabbed the box of ammo and Paul grabbed the shotgun. They walked out to Pauls car. Paul kicked the back of the car and the trunk popped open. Paul set the shotgun in the trunk and the old man set the ammo next to the gun. Paul closed the trunk and looked at the old man. [B]Paul:[/B]Nice doing business with you...Again.. [B]Old man:[/B]Anytime...I'll have those custom shells down fro you by the end of the week..How much do you want? [B]Paul:[/B]Enough to do the job.. Paul walked to the driver side of the car and entered the car. He turned the car on and shifted it into D. He drove foward and turned left at the corner.