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Irene rocks righteously! I've always been a tobymac fan, I loved him in DC talk (even back when they rapped *gasp*!) and I love him now. Whether of not I like Christian Rap depends a lot on what style, as well. xtreme Hip-hop/Gangsta(how few there are) is too intense my liking, but I tend to like the rocky-er forms of it (like thousand foot krutch and pax217) and the more smooth styles (aka tobymac, john reuben, KJ52...sometimes, etc)

I suppose you could have the moderator of that forum judge whether or not they would make a good Adopter... or something That might be too much work, though, but you could always pull up a quick background on the person if they're lower then a member... or obviously are or aren't very good.

"What do you suggest?" Jake cocked his head at John. "Well supplies for one thing!" John looked around, "We can't live off of adrenaline!" Jake turned to the cave and grinned, "I know..." They all turned and walked into the cave. Guns upon guns upon guns laced the walls, and on ever inch of the floor lay a crate. Beer, fruit, beer, various other stuff that had been stockpiled in this cave which, despite the heat, kept things rather cool. The fruit was, for the most part, edible, save a rotten one here or there... and a few bags lay in the corner to hold it. "What in the-" They both left their mouths gaping wide, "Where'd you get all this?" John started packing various fruits and vegetables, a couple longnecks, and even a few protein supplements, since there meat would spoil. "I've been doing this ever since the week after the rift formed..." He dusted off an apple, "Pack up...I can't carry enough for all of us!" he went back to stuffing things in his pouch.

Ok...Phatmasterdj is busy and wanted me to post this...so the first half is his post, the second is mine. He will be all the enemies and important NPCs from here on out(such as shrinken, the king...etc). Ok, this is his... (PS - Phatty... I edited it a little, I told you why I would... just reminding you) ------------------------------------- A Hell hawk landed just beyond a mountain range. "He said they would be here on this day. Destroy any villages down there, and everything you see that has a sword. The group will be found easily... The King of Stygia will have given them elaborate gifts for battle. Bring me back all their mithril and the rest is yours!" Shrinkin hissed to Salubia of the Orc army. "I will return with that which you asked, my lord, I shall not be defeated." He bowed to his leader. "If you return unsuccesfully, I will kill you myself. Even if your army is gone, do not return alive." "I understand, my lord." Salubia kept his head bowed. With that the evil leader mounted his Hell-Hawk and it soared away and vanished into the horizon. -------------------------------------------------------------- now my post -------------------------------------------------------------- Denthril continued to walk. [I]Such swift horses...are they elven?[/I] Denthril thought, [I]I haven't seen an elven horse in my whole life! Could he really get a hold of some?[/I] Denthril looked at the man, walking with his staff. Then Denthril smiled, and drew his beautiful elven short sword. Denthril loved his Longswords, but his Elven shortsword was truly a thing of beauty and power... In his hands he felt the strength of a thousand. His shoes seemed to be enchanted as well, for he exerted less energy then he did before, and seemed to be walking faster for the same amount of energy. He was walking silently and happily... then stopped in his tracks. [I]What was that?[/I] Denthril sensed something. He looked at his elven counterparts. "Rikan...did you sense that?" The group stopped. "Sense what?" Rikan concentrated...but didn't feel anything. "I didn't feel anything..." Niphredil shrugged, as did Alcarin and Tanis. Apparantly their Sense Power was in tune as much as Denthril, since that's the only way he stayed alive in his message running. "I...I sensed...a Hell-hawk!" "Impossible!" Gelron popped in... then he saw Denthril's face. He was stone serious. "No..." Denthril gasped, then turned his head to a nearby mountain range... "Here they come!" His eyes bulged in his skull, as the rest of the group looked to the mountains. Legion upon legion of orcs were spewing down the mountain side. They were comeing for them. The fighters drew their weapons, and the wize Gelron raised his staff. The war had begun, and they weren't the ones on the attack, as they was originally expected. --------------------------------------------------------- Let us begin the warfare!

Denthril jolted awake...He slept for a whole hour and a half! What was wrong with him? Denthril charged down the castle to the main room, where they were to meet before leaving, and shouted, "Am I late? When do we..." Denthril looked around, no one was there... "leave?" He finished after a long pause, then slumped to the floor. "Soon preferably..." he muttered.

Yea actually I get in to christian rap here and there, not so much as I used to, though. I still like Thousand Foot Krutch and John Reuben though! I'm much more into rock now...

Drix, I'm sorry, yes I did lose my temper; but when people seemingly not at all interested in joining come in and tell us what to do... and that is what it seemed like you were doing I have a role playing guide (not a firsthand source, but dang close) and it actually says in there that it DOES rarely happen but not to have that hamper the adventure from having any... Obviously it does happen, and yes we have more then would be realistic in here, but we don't want to chew people out just because they're doing something that would be unlikely. And actually it does say that Elrond's Sons stayed in Middle Earth and probebly didn't stay alone. You're right, they probebly would have left the elven cities by now, and that's my fault for not thinking of that, but Tolkein left that pretty wide open so it would still be possible. Once again sorry for losing my temper... I don't mean to start any fights. Now I'd like to address the what the heck is everybody? The real thread is going nowhere!

I tried a chillie dog for the first time...JUST because I saw it on Sonic the Hedgehog! I was one of the obsessives who would wake up screaming because my dad didn't wake me up early enough and I had missed part of a theme song... Grab a box of cereal...not bowl...just grab a box and start munching, then turn on my first real love...Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Oh...Power Rangers were a hot thing, too! Not the new kind that changes cast every time and keeps going longer then the friggen bunny...the REAL Power Rangers! But yea...grew out of that, too! Growing up really sux...because now I don't have an excuse to watch it! But I remember about 3/4 of the shows sweetreyes and PiroMunkie mentioned! You don't know how often I long for those days... Waking up early enough to see my cartoons was the only worry in the world!

Hello Drix...welcome to this FANTASY rpg that you aren't participating in... have a nice day and ponder somewhere else... We don't care! If this thread was started by a member or someone big on the ladder no one would care... As far as I heard this was supposed to be fun... a cocky old moderator shoving facts in our face isn't fun... No offense to you as a person but we're trying to have a nice FUN rpg... and since you neither made it nor are participating I have no Idea why you should even care!

Denthril tried with all his might to stay awake as the King told of his battle plans... [I]Hmm... I wonder what they have to eat around here.[/I] He stared off into space. "Mister Denthril...are you listening?" "Yes sir...I was just trying to visualize." He thought quickly. "Sure you are..." The king continued. [I]Why must I be put through such boredom? I'm supposed to be saving a kingdom... Not be told how to fight![/I] Eventually the meeting was over and Denthril was one of the first out of the room. He shot down to his room where he chewed on some Lembas bread and shining his blade. All they had to wait for was the word to go, and he would be off and ready to kill! He rested his eyes for an hour and drifted off into his beautiful Elven dreams of splendour and joy.

"Hmm... good enough..." Jake was mixing some kind of juice together, slammed it down and shook his head. "Ah...that's it! I'll be at a cave right outside the entrance to your left, I'll be outside so you're bound to find me... You can say goodbye to your lady friend, or just not show, either way I'm gone in 30..." Jake turned and left. The wind was picking up slightly, causing his sword to beat against his leg a little. He walked back to his cave and looked inside. [I]Hmm...What do I have to work with?[/I] Jake looke at his stockpiling of weapons, he found a jaket that fit snugly, but it was warm at least. He zipped it up halfway and took a look outside. It was a beautiful day for suicide... he was ready. "25 minutes and counting..." He tooke a look at his watch, then stood outside waiting for John... hopefully.

A background, if I may, as to how I was summoned, and how I answered the call. ------------------------------------------------------------ An Sindarin man sang a happy Elven tune as he traversed the Green Carrock countryside. He was that happiesed right now, running throught forest, the wind in his face, nature seeming to sing along with him, and, most of all, no one to bother him! He slowed his pace as he reached the Elven hall. "Ahh...home again!" He smiled as he walked into the hallway, greeted by many close friends of his, and others who just knew him as the messanger. He continued into the main chamber where the High Elf was. Mirkwood was a mostly Sindarin and Silvan home, so their high elf was not a Noldor, but only a very noble and wise Sindarin, as was the elf walking into the hall. "Ah... Denthril!" The man arose from his reading ancient scripts at his desk. "It's good to see you survived another mission!" "Yes, and it's good to be home!" He grinned, then remembered his job. "Oh yes! The Lothlorien high elf was glad to hear about your new discovery and sent a few changes they found in them." He handed a scroll to the High elf and then went on to pick up the next one. "Rivendell sends word of slight distress as they were attacked by some orcs the other week." "What?" "Mere gobblins...no deaths!" "Ah good! Do they need help?" "A couple sharpshooters would help." "I'll send some right away!" "Good sir! Mithlond also sends word that a fleet of new ships is ready for anyone wanting to pass into the west, they sent word to Rivendell which I'm supposed to bring Lothlorien as well." "Oh yes...I'll make an Announcement." "I have a message for Lorien from Rivendell and I will take the message of how many seats we wish to reserve after a few days of R and R... Now excuse me I need to get in my hour of sleep!" "Denthril...you will not be dispatched this time." "Excuse me? I'm your best..." "I know, that's why I'm sending you to Stygia. They need messangers." "How long will I be needed?" Denthril asked, slightly puzzled. "I'm not sure, we'll get some Rangers on the job, you need to answer the call...Stygia's under attack!" Denthril took a deep breath, "Of course sir!" He sat down for a quick sleep (an hour of elven sleep), then packed up and immediatley departed for the Stygian council with a few other messangers that had all met in Mirkwood to leave. The trip was long and, if not for Denthril and the others' skill it would have been a dangerous one. They traveled through the Rhun area, heavily gaurded by Easterling warriors. They passed quickly through the Mountains and into Stygia. When they got there the council quickly gave them supplies and rushed them off again, they were to find the best fighters they could. "I know of a good one in Mirkwood!" One said as they packed. "Who?" Denthril questioned. "Why Rikan Sashimah of course...you come from there, you had to have heard of him." "Oo...there's a strong one in Rivendell. A strong elf maden! A good looker, too!" Another one threw in. "Ah, you put to much faith in those Elves...I know a tough ranger that's hangin out around Mirkwood!" "Mirkwood? Overrated! There's a magician right here in Stygia that packs a punch!" "Ladies and Gentlemen, a Rohirrim-Elf!" One tossed in! They continued to bicker as one asked Denthril who he'd pick. "Um...I don't know..." "Ah! Secritive! I get'cha," and they continued. Eventually they all went their seperate ways and Denthril thought to himself, [I]Who will I pick?[/I] He thought long and hard, and decided...Who better but me? I can do it! He returned. "Where is your fighter?" The king of Stygia question him. "Right here..." Denthril stood rigid. "Let me be in this council of war. I am the fastest runner in all the land, I have some of the best swordsmanship you could ever see! Tell my why I wouldn't be found fit to rise up against this..." Denthril paused to take a gulp, " ...against ANY villain of Middle Earth?" The king looked him over. "Please, I have plenty of experience" Denthril bowed his head and fell to one knee and pleaded "...let me fight!" The king thought long and hard, [I]A mere messanger? Sent to battle the strongest forces in middle earth? I must be losing my mind to even think about it...[/I] The king put his hand on the elve's head, "Fine... But if you let us down, then you better not come back, unless all that remains of you is just a dead body waiting to be buried." The king gave in, but tried to sound as harsh as possible in doing it. "Yes my Lord." Denthril stood, and deep down inside... he was smiling! He'd finaly get his chance to be his own legend... the last defenders of Middle Earth...and he was one of them!

*laughing so hard I'm forgetting to breath* Oh wow! *Coughs in an attempt to catch his breath* So ya... It was an exellant laugh, and I can't wait til the next one. I'm not sure making the people better drawn would help any, because it actually (in my mind) adds to the craziness, therefore making it more hillarious. But I'm no artist so what do I know... I just think it's hillarious! Most exellant job.

I guess everyone who's in this is at the bar...I'll have to cover ----------------------------------------------------------------- "What do you want?" Jake cocked his 9mm...nothing. [I]Aw man...what's goin on?[/I] Jake thought as he slumped down beside the rock. "I must be losing it..." Jake whispered as he returned his gun back to his pocket across his bulky chest. [I]How am I gonna do this?[/I] Jake thought, [I]That John dude thought I was crazy, and the other people haven't returned to their house in a good day! I think they deserted, or just went crazy and found their own way out...[/I] Jake shuttered. [I]Suicide.[/I] He sat and thought about how long he had debated that exact thing. [I]It's been too long since I've cut up that demon, I'm itching for more![/I] He then thought, about it. [I]What if what I'm doing is suicide?[/I] He never really considered what if no one went with him... "Damn..." Jake muttered "I'd be dead in an instant." He stood up, and walked back into the cave, looking over his stash of weapons. "But is death really all that bad, as long as I take some with me?" Jake took a final swig that emptied the bottle. "I'll do it!" Jake turn and ran back to the bar so he could whip up his special sobering juice. [I]I'll take one last try to get someone to come with me. If they don't...I'll die...easiest way out![/I] Jake burst into the bar and asked for the ingredients, as he started mixing he noticed John and another lady sitting there, they were staring at him... "So John...are you willing to die? Or am I going down solo? Either way I'm leaving." John just stared at him.

Ok, I talked to Phatty in school, and obviously he hasn't put it in here yet, but Abilities are things you're born with, and Advantages are trained... in short form...Edit accordingly I guess. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Denthril Age: 25 Race: Sindarin Wood Elf Gender: Male Location: Mithlond originally but spent most of the time around the other three elven colonies Order: Rogue/Warrior - Spy profession Weapons: Duel Longswords with orc-banes and an elven dagger with a "returning" enchantment (a NON-archer Elf...heh) Abilities: Ambidextrous, Swiftness (one of the fastest in Middle Earth), Sense Power, and swift healing. Advantages: Exellant two-handed fighter, stealth and silence(like any rogue), enchantments (learned it from some elven carvers in Mirkwood), and a master at improvising weapons/food. Bio: Denthril runs, and stealthily, the story of his life! Denthril's job is to run. Raised in Mithlond, Denthril was too depressed by all of the elves he watched abandon Middle Earth; so he ran. Far away he ran, non-stop. Denthril didn't stop running until he reached Mirkwood. That's right, the other end of middle earth. It was there that weariness caught up with him, and he fell unconscious. Denthril awoke to find himself among the great Elven Halls of North Mirkwood. "You run fast," One Sindarin Elf said to him, "How would you like to work for us?" So that's how I became a messanger, running from the Elven halls throught the dangerous forest of Mirkwood, to Lothlorien, through the Moutains to Rivendell then through the passage past the territory of Carrock back to the Elven Halls. He's been doing it for years, and has become increasingly good at it. And running through the forest has given him many an opportunity to sharpen his sword skills, and the barbarian-filled mountains, his stealth. Appearance: He is a typical Grey Elf; blonde, pointy-eared, tall, and skinny. Added to that he has an elven cloak around his kneck to aid his stealth, his two longswords sheathed on his back, and his dagger around his waist. His clothing is black, to aid his night travel.

It was quiet...too quiet. "Damn I wish something would happen..." Jake turned to look at the clock. 8pm and he was debating sleep! Not that it mattered, it was the time of year where it never got dark; it was quite depressing actually. He could hear people outside once in a great while, he wondered if his host was home, he'd take any company now! "The same depressing schedule day in and day out." Jake walked outside again. He knew of a calm place to be, in fact he used to call it home. Jake walked up onto a pile of rocks just outside the city, he stood at the entrance of the cave. "Good to be home...or something." Jake sighed and walked in, a moment later he was outside with a bottle of beer, not the crap they have now-a-days, the old fashioned kind. He and his boys had found it on a raid into the old city of St. Paul. Seems they never got a chance to clean out their bottles. So they decided to do it for them. "Depressing isn't it." Jake said to the person who walked up to the rock. Then lifted his 9mm and pointed it in their direction without looking. "What do you want?"

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by anatema [/i] [B]A lot of times you'd be surprised by this supposed Spanish-speaking kids. They're grammar is horrible, it's spanglish, there's nothing more horrible on this earth than spanglish. *shudders* [/B][/QUOTE] Heh...spanglish saves my life in spanish class! He asks me crap and sometimes I'm right. My friends and I do that all the time, but then again, I'm not expected to know spanish perfectly I guess. Sometimes we do it just to joke, too!

"The choice was there, you have to read between the lines I guess." "I gotcha, but what are you gonna do?" He couldn't figure out what Jake was planning. "I've been watching this planet go to hell for too long." Jake took a good look at his half empty glass. "I'm gonna do something drastic, whether it's just me alone, or if I have a million-men army." "Is this the alcohol talking?" John looked into his eyes to see if they were as glazed as he thought they would be. "This is my first glass, if that helps any." Jake fiddle with the glass, as if debateing to plunge in and let it all go away. "Are you thinking about doing..." John stopped. "You're nutts!" John stood up. "You're a damn crackpot!" "Yea..." Jake took a sip. "I know. But I'm a determined crackpot." "You're talkin suicide." "I'm talking go in, kill as many as we can, drag their carcasses back and show the world they're not invincible." "What if they are?" "They're not. I've killed one with my bare hands out of fury." Jake took a long drink. "Bullets and steel have just as much of an effect on them as they do you and me." "You are nutts..." "You can come with me, and make up for your mistake on the day they popped out, or you can walk away right now." "How do you know about that?" "I was one of the people who drug you away." Jake put some money on the counter, then turned to walk out. "Think about it, that's all I ask." He walked out toward the house he had been at earlier. He needed to rest.

My favorite episode was [U]Jupiter Jazz[/U] part 2.(And no, I'm not a pervert who likes hermaphrodites

"Pff...All right." Jake said nothing as he watched the fight... [I]Who is this moron?[/I] Jake thought angrily. "The name's Jake...in case you cared." He extended a hand. "John." The man responded coldly, not even accepting the hand. "All right..." Jake muttered under his breath as he dropped his hand to the side. He returned to watching the fight, the drunk got finished off and the other one turned and left. Jake turned to leave, but first he turned and said something to John. "I never said I was a hero...I'm a demon hunter." Jake turned and walked away. "Same in my book." John retorted. "I'm no hero, I'm a selfish bastard looking for revenge. You wouldn't understand how it feels; being helpless and bounded to watch your friends be tortured and burned alive right before your eyes. And even more, you wouldn't understand the pleasure I got...when I slaughtered the beast that did it!" Jake clenched his fist that was in his pocket. "Nah...You wouldn't get it! You're just a drunk!" Jake continued walking. "I'll be in the bar if you change your mind..." [I]Unlikely...[/I] Jake thought as he opened the door to the bar and took a seat. "Give me something hard..." A tear swelled in his eye, [I]I don't care if I die doing it...I will kill them all. I promise...my friends![/I]

OOC: I left it up to whoever in the group wanted to "find me." So yes, I guess I am IC: "Oh, and by the way, i'm drafting you, so don't argue." Not that Jake could if he wanted to...he was feeling like royal crap. "Ok..." is all he could muster up. He laid back down and stared at the ceiling... "I'm Jake." "Nice to meet you, now if you don't mind, I have some errands I need to take care of. Good bye." He walked out after strapping on his weapons, and slammed the door. "Uh...bye." Jake said, a little too late, but he didn't care. "I need a drink." Jake was still feeling depressed, and he could find the strength to walk again. So he strapped up his shortsword and his 9mm, wrote a note saying "Hey, I'll be at the bar. See ya when I get back." Then he stormed out the front door and off to the bar. He looked up at the sign and then back at the bar itself. It was pretty run down, but if it had alcohol, he didn't care. He heard some fighting down the alley, so he stumbled in there. "Hello?" He walked in "Anyone in there?"

Eh...I'm not an outstanding judge...but I've spent a good 5 hours doing homework! General Awards Overall Member of the Year: Dragon Warrior Honorable Mention: Male Otaku of the Year: Double_B_Daigo Honorable Mention: Female Otaku of the Year: Honorable Mention: Staff Member of the Year: Charles Honorable Mention: Shinmaru Funniest Member: Dragon Warrior Honorable Mention: Most Opinionated Otaku: Baron Samedi Honorable Mention: Member most likely to be here in two years: Honorable Mention: Best Newbie: Honorable Mention: Best Oldie: Honorable Mention: Most likely to become a Staff Member: PoisonTongue Honorable Mention: Baron Samedi Favorite Banned Member: Honorable Mention: Most improved Member of the Year: Honorable Mention: Thread of the Year: Honorable Mention: Silliest Thread of the Year: How the James Stole Christmas Honorable Mention: Random Comics that No one cares about Random Awards Avatar Award: (Best Avatars Overall) Honorable Mention: Signature Award: (Best Signatures Overall) Honorable Mention: Best Location: (Best Specific Location) Honorable Mention: Best Otaku Couple: Silpheed Pilot and Annie Honorable Mention: Best MyOtaku: Heaven's Cloud Honorable Mention: PoisonTongue Otaku Writers Poet Laureate: Honorable Mention: Writer of the Year: Honorable Mention: Original Story of the Year: Honorable Mention: Role-Player of the Year: Raiha Honorable Mention: Drix D?Zanth Brawler of the Year (sparring): Double_B_Daigo Honorable Mention: Valen Role-Playing Game of the Year: Honorable Mention: Social Otakus Otaku Social member of the year: Chibi Horsewoman Honorable Mention: Dan L (He?s smart) Entertainment Otaku of the Year (and Honorable Mention): Kazuko and Dragonballzman (no particular order) Anime Otakus Otaku of the Year: Charles Honorable Mention: Dagger IX1 .hack//SIGN Member of the Year: Shy (he had some good ideas) Honorable Mention: DragonBall Guru: Jinzouningen17 Honorable Mention: Digipeep of the Year: Honorable Mention: Gundam Member of the Year: Honorable Mention: Yu-Gi-Oh Member of the Year: Honorable Mention: Least Disappointing Yu Yu Hakusho Member: dragonrose Honorable Mention: Otaku Gamers Gamer of the Year: Honorable Mention: Nintendo "Mario" Award: Shinmaru Honorable Mention: Semjaza Azazel The Sony Award: Honorable Mention: Xbox Gamer of the Year: cloricus Honorable Mention: PoisonTongue PC Gamer of the Year: Baron Samedi Honorable Mention: Otaku Artists Best Graphic Designer (Banners, wallpapers, etc.): doukeshi03 Honorable Mention: Shippo Best "Traditional" Artist (Drawings, paintings, etc.): Pyrophobic Honorable Mention: Best Spriter: Dragonballzman Honorable Mention: Kazuko Series Otakus Series Otaku Member of the Year: Honorable Mention: Square/Enix Member of the Year: Honorable Mention: PokéPlaque (Pokemon): G/S/B Master Honorable Mention: Lady Katana The Triforce Award (Zelda): Honorable Mention:

I like a few christian rock bands (Skillet, etc) But for the most part I like Punk Rock/Hard Rock/ and various other genre's that really don't matter. I tend to enjoy All American Rejects, Blink 182(sometimes), Linkin Park, The Starting line, POD, KISS(here and there), Metallica(old school Metallica, they're now becoming sell outs), oh there are a ton more...but I can't think of any right now!

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Manic [/i] [B]Whenever I hear the piano-jazz theme song, I do the Snoopy Dance (looking straight up and running in place). Yeah, I know. I'm a geek. [/B][/QUOTE] My friend knows how to play that song! He made the mistake of showing me that he could once, and now whenever he's playing/somewhere near a piano I make him play it! SO I JAM OUT RIGHTEOUSLY TO PEANUTS! Eh hem...yea, I guess you could say I like peanuts.

And it's quite reflected in how I dress. I've asked my friends to all try and define me (punk, goth, etc) and they can't, and I like it that way! So to add to my earlier answer, I don't think I'd want to be CALLED an otaku, even if I made the definition; Not because it's bad, it's just not what I want to be known for!