Shy

[size=1]Welcome to OtakuBoards, kuramas_foxy_ro. I hope you enjoy your stay. :whoops: You should be able to post your vaguely anime-related questions in our Anime Lounge. Keep in mind that each series/movie has a specific thread dedicated to it, so it might be best to post in those threads rather than create a new one for all of your questions. Beyond that, the membership and moderators here are extremely friendly and helpful. I'm sure if you need any help or have any questions about OB anyone here would be willing and able to help you out. -Shy[/size]

Grape Ape had been to the OtakuBoards Staff Forum more times than he could count. After all, he had held more staff titles than anyone else in OB history… but this was the first time he had ever gone in as a ‘regular’ member. Somehow on this trip the white marble columns seemed taller, the artwork more abstract and the stone gargoyles more imposing than they ever had before. While both he and Japan were casually dressed, this meeting would be nothing but business, and Grape Ape knew it. After exchanging pleasantries with Lady Asphyxia the pair were escorted to James’ private quarters in the East Wing. Lady Asphyxia feigned a smile for Grape Ape, but there was something in her eyes that made both he and Japan uneasy. “[b]Is everything alright?[/b]” Grape Ape asked, “[b]We’ve known each other too long to keep secrets.[/b]” The young women sighed. “[b]It’s just difficult to look at you anymore, Grape Ape. The Otaku Times is printing the worst sort of stories about your alleged ‘War on Terror.[/b]’” she replied softly, “[b]Some are calling you a washed up old war horse, willing to risk the lives of his teammates no matter what the cost.[/b]” “[b]It’s not like that at all![/b]” Japan huffed. “[b]The numbers don’t lie, Laura,[/b]” Lady Asphyxia said as she adjusted her corset, “[b]Your old colleagues in the staff have tried to remain supportive, Shy, but we can’t stand to lose anymore friends…[/b]” The trio approached an enormous oak door and stopped. Lasy Asphyxia turned the monogrammed brass door handle “J.B.” and motioned for the others to enter. “[b]This is your stop.[/b] she said abruptly. Grape and Lady Asphyxia locked eyes before she began to walk off, the clacking of her stiletto heels echoing through the hallway. “[b][color=#606060]Why if it isn‘t ‘Grape Ape‘ himself![/color][/b]” A familiar voice called out from the room, “[b][color=#606060]Please, please. Come in![/b][/color]” Japan and Grape Ape walked slowly into the enormous bedroom, which seemed to stretch on forever. Posters of old video games, heavy-metal artists and beautiful women decorated the burgundy walls. Each piece of furniture, right down to the electrical outlets were hand-selected by James himself to create the ultimate living and work space. In fact, if it weren’t for the California King-sized bed and mirrored ceiling one might think they were in an art gallery rather than a bedroom. James lounged comfortably on his mattress, relaxing in his a bathrobe (and little else) as the bed slowly rotated. “[b]This place creeps me out,[/b]” Japan whispered as she approached James. Fortunately for her, the sound of her voice was drowned out by loud didgeridoo and tribal music playing from the speakers. “[b][color=#606060]It‘s good to see you in Otaku City again, Grape,[/color][/b]” James said as he took a sip from his martini glass, “[b][color=#606060]And it‘s always a pleasure to see you, Japan. My, you‘re looking lovely tonight…[/b][/color]” “[b]Um. Thanks, James.[/b]” she awkwardly replied. “[b][color=#606060]I was working on a few things before you entered and I was wondering… have either of you heard of Twitter?[/b][/color]” “[b]Isn’t that where people make really, really short blog posts throughout the day? I’ve read them before and they seem like a complete waste of--[/b]” “[color=#606060][b]That’s right, Japan![/b][/color]” James said with a proud grin on his face, “[b][color=#606060]Twitter is key to the new version of OtakuBoards![/b][/color]” Grape Ape’s eyes widened. “[b]Huh?[/b]” “[b][color=#606060]I think it‘s the next logical step forward for OB. Between this, podcasting and my new e-book on string theory the new site is going to be ultra-fun![/color][/b]” “[b]That’s very nice and all, James,[/b]” Grape Ape replied, “[b]But it’s very important that we walk about Gavin.[/b]” James’ enthusiasm seemed to deflate as soon as Grape Ape had begun speaking. “[b][color=#606060]Gavin?[/color][/b]” “[b]It’s he and Alex. The two of them have formed a dark alliance to destroy OtakuBoards once and for all.[/b]“ James rolled his eyes. “[b]But it’s true,[/b]” Japan added, “[b]Gavin has stockpiled and reactivated all of the old OtakuBots. He has an army of hundreds at his command.[/b]” James patted Japan on the head and ran his fingers through her hair. “[b][color=#606060]Hehe. Dear Japan. Have I mentioned that you look great in that low-cut top of yours. But you don‘t know the site like I do. My boards have defenses to prevent anything like that from actually happening. You‘re both acting as if the sky is falling.[/color][/b]” Grape Ape snatched the glass from James’ hand and smashed it against the floor. “[b]The sky [I]is[/I] falling, James! Sandy, Arcadia and countless others are dead. Gavin isn’t some random hacker. He knows this site and community intimately, maybe even better than you do. I need your help and resources to come up with a defensive plan,[/b]” James began to giggle to himself. “[b][color=#606060]It’s the same old story with you and Charles, Shy. ‘[I]Kevin is destroying OB,’ ‘kuja is destroying OB,’ ‘Newbies are destroying OB,’ ‘We don‘t have enough newbies.’ ‘More rules,’ ‘Less rules…’[/I] When does it end? Sometimes I wonder if you and those other pests won’t be happy until the site really is dead![/color][/b]” “[b]And if you don’t do something it will be![/b]” Grape Ape barked. Japan began to clean up the broken glass off of the ground as James walked towards his bookshelf. Grape Ape, furious, followed closely behind. “[b]Are you even listening to me?[/b]” he asked. “[color=#606060][b]Oh, I’m listening.[/b][/color]” the Site Director replied, “[color=#606060][b]But you’re hardly making any sense. I thought I’d try to organize my large collection of erotica while you continue to pollute my site with more drama.[/color][/b]” James pushed his reading material aside and reached for his admin stick. “[color=#606060][b]I suppose you‘re expecting a more formal response than that, though. Let me start from the top…[/b][/color]” [quote name='Grape Ape']It’s he and Alex. The two of them have formed a dark alliance.[/quote] “[color=#606060][b]Why does Alex and Gavin working together have to be a ‘dark alliance?’ I‘m all for members forming new friendships on OB, and I think it‘s one of the best aspects of my site.[/b][/color]” [quote name='Grape Ape]The sky [I]is[/I'] falling, James![/quote] “[color=#606060][b]You‘re obviously missing the point I was trying to make. I was making a literary allusion, not referring to the actual sky falling, lol. Apparently now you think OB is doomed [I]and[/I] the sky is falling![/b][/color]” [quote name='Grape Ape']Gavin isn’t some random hacker. He knows this site and community intimately, maybe even better than you do.[/quote] “[color=#606060][b]I seriously doubt that, lol. I lead the boards in terms of trends and style. Not only because I run the site, but because I know what‘s best. Always. Everyone assures me this is true, so any claims Gavin makes about his knowledge of the site are grossly exaggerated, lol.[/b][/color]” [quote name='Grape Ape']Desbreko smells.[/quote] “[color=#606060][b]Look. That isn’t even appropriate. There’s no need to let this discussion devolve into pointless name-calling. I‘ve made my stance very clear on this, and I‘m not going to let this circus continue any longer. If you have any suggestions or feedback you can send them to me via private message.[/b][/color]" “[b]But--but I didn’t--![/b]” “[color=#606060][b]Keep your drama to yourself! Thread closed![/b][/color] With a simple wave of James’ admin stick Grape Ape was jettisoned from the room by a powerful, invisible force.

[size=1]I'm a gay male and I've been in a relatively stable and healthy relationship with another man for over two years. We currently live together in a nice apartment with our heterosexual and fat dog. Most of our conversations involve domestic things such as laundry, dishes, and paying the bills. I can assure you that my relationship is the most harmless, monogomous and [i]boring[/i] thing you'll ever find. The idea of someone not approving of me and my quiet lifestyle just boggles my mind. Perhaps they'd rather I be drinking beer kegs, contracting STDs, or impregnating others like all of my hetero friends. -Shy[/size]

Otaku General Hospital was easily the finest on the internet. Thanks to an outrageous amount of private funding, Otaku General had maintained a spotless safety and patient satisfaction record for the past decade. Even when it was known as “Absolute Gameboy General Hospital” the friendly and knowledgeable staff made every effort to achieve consistency and excellence. Grape Ape and his crew had arrived early in the morning, but the injured were quickly ushered to the appropriate specialists. Dr. Azure Wolf, chief of surgery, made certain that each and every member was thoroughly inspected and properly treated, despite their political allegiances or post counts. While the others were being looked after, the good doctor called the recently reunited Crystia and Grape Ape into his spacious office. “[b]I just want you both to know that we’re giving your friends the finest care available,[/b]” Dr. Wolf said as he offered the pair a jelly bean from his candy dish, “[b]Shades is coming out of the anesthesia right now. Once he comes to he should be walking normally without any trouble.[/b]” “[b]That’s great to hear, Doctor,[/b]” Crystia replied as she wiped the desert sand caked onto her face, “[b]I just hope Webster and Fluff are found soon. I feel awful for leaving her in the desert like that.[/b]” Grape extended his hand towards Crystia. “[b]You made the right decision. Fluff may be young, but I have no doubt that she and the others will be fine.[/b]” Dr. Wolf nodded. “[b]OB Staff has been notified. Moderators are combing the desert for everyone as we speak.[/b]” Crystia sighed. “[b]If The Beast doesn’t want to be found, he won’t be,[/b]” she replied softly, “[b]If we don’t find her soon I’m going back into that wasteland myself.[/b]” There was a knock at the door, and Japan popped out from behind it. “[b]I’m sorry to interrupt, everyone -- I just wanted you to know that I’m safe, Grape Ape. Rai knows just how to push my buttons… part of me thinks I joined the CTU originally just so I might get the chance to arrest her.[/b]” Grape Ape and Crystia laughed. “[b]Yes. Assuming we hear from Charlie Bin Laden again, the first thing he needs to do is shut that girl up.[/b]” “[b]So yeah…[/b]” Japan said sheepishly, “[b]Sorry again for interrupting. I guess that’s all.[/b]” “[b]Laura. Wait![/b]” Grape Ape stood up and turned towards Japan. “[b]Sorry, Dr. Wolf. I trust Crystia can deal with anything you might need.[/b]“ “[b]No problem, Grapey. I’ll make sure we’re ready to head out when you return.[/b]” “[b]Thank you, Crystia.[/b]” Crystia nodded, and Grape Ape followed Japan out to the hallway. “[b]What do you need, Grape Ape?[/b]” “[b]I have an appointment with James very soon.[/b]” he said, “[b]With Charlie M.I.A. I was hoping you’d stand in for him during our conversation.[/b]” Japan smiled. “[b]I’d be honored to. What do you need me to do?[/b]” Grape Ape raised an eyebrow as he inspected Japan’s conservative attire. “[b]For starters?[/b]” he replied, “[b]Wear something that shows off your boobs.[/b]”

[quote name='Desbreko'][color=#4B0082]I think we should try to avoid redundancy in forum names. "Otaku Entertainment" would be doubly redundant due to it being on OtakuBoards and in the Entertainment category. It kind of defeats the purpose of the forum name. That said, I'm not sure there is a decent single name that could encompass everything. I'd be more inclined to simply note in the forum description that it can also be used to discuss performing arts and such.[/color][/QUOTE] [size=1]Then rename the forum to 'Otaku Media' or 'Otaku Culture' or something. -Shy[/size] :rolleyes:

The group had continued walking for many more hours, but finally, the lights of Otaku City could be seen on the horizon. “[b]We should be there by sunrise,[/b]” Ploppy said sagely, “[b]I only hope that we aren’t too late.[/b]” Grape Ape wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed. This war was relentless, and the fate of the message board may very well on his shoulders. If Webster and the others weren’t waiting in Otaku City, if the worst had happened, they would have no way of locating the base -- it would be too late. [I]Perhaps..[/I] Grape Ape thought to himself, [I]Perhaps it’s too late already…[/I] “[b]None of this makes any sense![/b]” Rai exclaimed, “[b]I‘ve been thinking about this for hours… Alex I understand, but Gavin is a good member, right? Why would he try to destroy us?![/b]” Nomura placed his hand on Rai’s shoulder to try and calm her down. “[b]It’s alright, Laura. From your perspective I can see how crazy everything might seem, but this is the result of a bizarre chain of events that ultimately doomed OtakuBoards.[/b]” “[b]My son is right[/b]” Ploppy replied sagely, “[b]To find the origins of Gavin’s rage, we need only look back to Otaku Idol 2.[/b]” Grape Ape’s eyes widened after hearing this revelation. “[b]You mean it‘s my fault?[/b]” “[b]Not entirely, Grape Ape. Gavin’s love for this site nearly eclipses your own, but after so many years he felt trapped by his status as a 'regular' member. He had longed for a position among OB’s elite staff: the power, the sense of fraternity, the fangirls… it was all too tempting for him…[/b]” “[b]So when Otaku idol 2 rolled around, Gavin saw this as his last chance to be somebody,[/b]” Nomura added, “[b]The enormous failure of his proposed event, Kumite, is what pushed him over the edge for good.[/b]” Rai began to chuckle to herself as Nomura spoke. “[b]Gavin had been angling for a staff position for years,[/b]” she replied, “[b]That hunger for power is why the role of moderator has eluded him, not Grape Ape or anyone else. Everyone knows you don't become a moderator by asking to become one.[/b]” Ploppy nodded in agreement. “[b]Whether or not this is true is besides the point. Gavin feels these boards have been in sharp decline for years. He and The Beast long for a return to the OtakuBoards of old, and will stop at nothing to accomplish that.[/b]” “[b]Then we stop him![/b]” Premonition said proudly, “[b]Grape Ape has banished The Beast before. He’ll simply do it again.[/b]” Grape Ape lowered his head in shame. Silence. “[b]What’s wrong, Ape?[/b]” “[b]As others have said, I only halted The Beast temporarily… after each banishment his thirst for blood only grows stronger. And now, without my mod powers I fear I’m helpless to combat him and Gavin.[/b]” “[b]And that you are, infidel,[/b]” Rai replied smugly, “[b]You, and anyone else without a mod rod will only get in the way of this coming battle. Once we reach Otaku City I suggest you all make peace with the great Jenovah, and leave the final battle to Charlie.[/b]” Japan turned to Rai. “[b]You can’t mean that. We’re all in this--[/b]” “[b]You are nothing but an appetizer to The Beast, woman![/b]” she screamed, “[b]Charlie Bin Laden knows our cause is doomed, and that is why he has left us to wander the desert alone.[/b]” "[b]The pressure is simply getting to him is all. He needs some time to himself.[/b]" "[b]No deary. He needs some time away from [i]you[/i]. When you betrayed him to join the CTU it broke his heart, and he'll never forgive you for it![/b]" Grape Ape reached for Japan to comfort her, but it was already too late. Her eyes filled with tears, the young woman ran frantically towards the bright lights of Otaku City, alone.

[size=1]I think we can just rename Music/Movies/TV to 'Otaku Entertainment' and call it a day, really. -Shy[/size]

Having no way to communicate with their CTU allies, Ploppy and Nomura ultimately decided to head towards Otaku City. It was hoped that the two groups could reunite at the medical facility… but if things had somehow turned for the worst, at least the morgue was across the street. Grape Ape wanted to stop and catch his breath, but he refused. Together their forces might be enough to stop Gavin and The Beast, but separately each side was vulnerable. Any hope of victory rested on Gadget’s metaphorical shoulders; recovering him as soon as possible was key. Premonition 2.0 couldn’t help but notice the troubled look on his new ally’s face. “[b]Grape Ape, this might not be the best time…[/b]” he said, the human half of his face attempting to form a smile, “[b]But I have a question to ask.[/b]” “[b]Go on.[/b]” “[b]Nomura claims to have traveled to the future with his father, Ploppy. Do you think I’m really destined to die in battle like he says?[/b]” Grape Ape chuckled to himself before changing back to a more serious expression. Even though he tried to be a strong and dedicated leader, he couldn’t help but find the humor of the situation. If anyone in their ragtag bunch would have questions about the future, it only seemed appropriate it would be a member by the name of “Premonition.” “[b]After my defeat at the hand of Charlie Bin Laden I saw what I believe to be a horrible vision of the future, Prem,[/b]” Grape Ape replied, “[b]But why would I be given the chance to see the future if it weren’t to change it?[/b] “[b]You have been a valuable member of your group, Prem, but you should refuse to believe that your story ends here. If anything, this vision of things to come should motivate you to fight again The Beast and Gavin more than ever.[/b]” The road to Otaku City was long and perilous. They had been walking in the darkness for hours already, and it would be many more before they reached their destination. “[b]This recent chain of events certainly has been interesting, if not a little difficult to follow,[/b]” Rai muttered as she rolled her eyes, “[b]I do have to say, though. Gavin certainly never showed this much ambition while we were together.[/b]” “[b]Perhaps you need better taste in men,[/b]” Ploppy replied callously. Rai merely sighed. “[b]You do have to admit, it’s very… attractive.[/b]” “[b]It won’t be attractive when he’s wiped out these boards for good,[/b]” Jeremiah said as he glared at the young woman intensely. “[b]Oh I’d beg to differ. There’s something about an apocalypse that sparks passion between two people, sometimes three…[/b]” Grape Ape turned to Charlie Bin Laden, who had remained silent for much of the journey. “[b]You certainly chose some strange teammates, didn’t you?[/b]” Grape Ape asked with a grin. Silence. Charlie only remained deeply in thought, but Grape Ape continued his one-sided conversation anyway. “[b]When we reach Otaku City. We need to warn them about what’s going on. Perhaps we can drum up some support from the staff and--[/b]” “[b]STAFF!?[/b]” Charlie exploded at Grape Ape, his blank expression was now replaced with a look of outrage, “[b]If those blind figureheads had only listened to my demands in the first place, we never would have gotten to this point.[/b]” “[b]Regardless, we need all of the help we can get.[/b]” Charlie Bin Laden withdrew a crooked silver dagger from his turban and smiled. “[b]We started this, old friend, and no matter how large our army is it will be us who finish it.[/b]” Grape Ape nodded, and the journey continued.

In the confusion of the attack Sanguinius, El Kabong and Shades had managed to hide themselves behind a sand dune to evade the OtakuBots. The scene was straight from a nightmare as the strange mechanical beasts ripped the van to shreds, searching desperately for Gadget. “[b]This is downright disgusting,[/b]” El Kabong whispered, “[b]I’m about ready to pull out my trusty gee-tar and show these robots a thing or two…[/b]” “[b]There’s nothing more we can do, Kabong,[/b]” Sanguinius said with a heavy sigh, “[b]Throne, Sonic and Gurt are lost... I fear the worst for the others.[/b]” Shades adjusted his sunglasses. “[b]Now is not to be afraid, fellow agents. Though some of us may be injured, we have to ensure that the others make it to safety.[/b]” The OtakuBots, unable to find anything in the van, turned their attention towards the fleeing agents in the distance. Though they were running as fast as they could, Fluff and the others would never be able to outrun the machines if they gave chase. “[color=red][b]AWAITING UPDATED INSTRUCTIONS… NEW OBJECTIVES OBTAINED: DESTROY ENEMY COMBATANTS AND RECLAIM OTAKUBOT PROCESSING UNIT![/b][/color]” “[b]They must be looking for Gadget….[/b]” El Kabong stood up and withdrew his guitar. “[b]You two look after the others. I’ll create a distraction.[/b]” “[b]El Kabong, you can’t![/b]” Sanguinius shouted, “[b]They’ll rend you![/b]” The young man merely nodded. “[b]Perhaps… but at least I’ll go down fightin‘.[/b]” Shades and Sanguinius ran after Crystia’s group, using the darkness of the desert sand as their cover. Their movements were immediately noticed by the OtakuBots as they walked by. “[color=red][b]ENEMY COMBATANTS SPOTTED. STAND DOWN AND BE DESTROYED![/b][/color]” “[b]This is it, Shades![/b]” Sanguinius cried as the mechs aimed their glowing shoulder cannons towards the duo. “[b]Not if I call help it![/b]” El Kabong shouted as he charged at the OtakuBots with his guitar, “[b]OLLLLLAAYY![/b]” With a mighty blow El Kabong struck one of the OtakuBots in the leg, sending it crashing to the ground. The three remaining machines quickly adjusted their focus to the lone aggressor, and began firing a hail of bullets at him. “[b]It will take more than lead to stop a handsome masked vigilante![/b]” El Kabong laughed as he used the fallen OtakuBot for cover. It was then he noticed a flashing red button on top of the OtakuBot. Sanguinius and Shades could only watch in horror from the distance, for they knew that their friend had sealed his own fate. “[b]'OtakuBot Emergency self-destruct button,' eh?[/b]” El Kabong laughed as he placed his hand on the machine's chest, “[b][I]Don’t mind if I do![/I][/b]”

Sanguinius, Webster, Fluff and the others were packed into a plain white moving van as they headed across the desert and towards medical attention. While Fluff legally wasn't old enough to operate a motor vehicle on OtakuBoards, her frequent complaining eventually forced Shades into handing over the keys. [I]It’s the middle of the night and we’re stuck in the desert,[/I] he thought as he justified his actions, [I]What are we going to do? Hit a cactus?[/I] Crystia, Sanguinius, Webster and the dog sat in the second row of seats, while the injured CTU agents such as Birmingham or El Kabong were asleep in the back. In spite of all of their setbacks, the brave agents were determined not to lose another soldier in this war. The hospital was only an hours drive away, and with the way Fluff was speeding they would be there in no time. “[b]Reboot 100% complete![/b]” Gadget’s head announced as it rested on Shades’ lap, “[b]Good morning everyone! I had the strangest dream-- hey, what happened to my body?![/b]” “[b]That wasn‘t a dream, Gadget,[/b]” Crystia replied, “[b]Things have gone from bad to worse.[/b]” Webster stared out at the darkness. “[b]I hope that Grape Ape is alright. He shouldn’t have visited the terrorists alone.[/b]” Sanguinius nodded. “[b]However, Grape Ape made our orders clear: Deliver the injured to the hospital. Taking care of our own is our first priority.[/b]” WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP! The vehicle began to drag sharply to the right. Panicking, Fluff quickly pulled over and most of the group went outside to inspect what had happened. “[b]I didn’t hit anything, did I?![/b]” Agent Fluff asked as she covered her eyes. “[b]I don’t believe so…[/b]” Webster. “[b]But it’s much too dark to see.[/b]” “[b]I can fix that. Go-Go-Gadget lights![/b]” Suddenly powerful beams of light began to shoot out of Gadget’s eyes. Shades held up and pointed the machine’s head light a flashlight onto the vehicle. “[b]Wowzers! My sensors indicate we have a flat tire.[/b]” Crystia sighed. “[b]Of course we do. Seriously, why do these things always happen to us?[/b]” “[b]Webster, can you check to see if we have any spares in back?[/b]” Shades asked. Agent Webster rummaged through the back of the van for a few moments. “[b]It appears someone has removed all of the equipment we would need to do that. Including the spare tires.[/b]” “[b]Gavin again![/b]” Gadget shouted in anger, “[b]When I see him I’m going to bite him so hard!…[/b]” Sirens blared in the distance, and from over the hill a pair of highway patrol cars could be seen steadily approaching. “[b]Oh good. I‘m sure the police can call a tow truck for us,[/b]” Shades said. “[b]I wouldn’t be so sure about that.[/b]” Gadget replied, “[b]My Go-Go Gadget sensors aren‘t reading any life forms within those patrol cars. It‘s almost as if they are driving themselves…[/b]” Fluff quickly stuffed Gadget’s head inside of her duffle bag. “[b]You hide in here, Gadget. I don’t like the looks of this.[/b]” Aaryanna, Fluff's canine companion, began to growl as the police cars drew near. The two police cars eventually pulled up to the van, and a quartet of uniformed officers approached the group. Aside from their different hair colors, the four looked completely identical to one another. “[b]Is everything alright, civilians?[/b]” One of the officers asked, reaching for his holster. ------ Go CTU, go!

[size=1]But I like holding hands.... :animesigh Very well. Prepare to be wowed. -Shy[/size]

[size=1]What qualities do you look for in an Otakupedia article? Would you rather the tone be more informative, or conversational? Can you link us to examples of articles that you approve of? -Shy[/size]

“[b]I had destroyed The Beast ages ago, but I fear my forces will not be enough to do it again. We must work together to save these message boards.[/b]” “[b]There is nothing worth saving here,[/b]” Charlie Bin Laden replied, “[b]The Beast is a cancer to this community. If he truly has freed himself from my control then I fear everything is lost already.[/b]” Grape Ape looked towards the once-great Charlie Bin Laden with pity. Only hours ago the terrorist leader had rallied both factions against the traitorous Gavin, but it appeared that Charlie’s rousing speech was little more than words. “[b]You sit here, Charlie, as if we have all the time in the world,[/b]” Grape Ape said, “[b]Crystia and Fluff are transporting my injured to a nearby medical facility… leaving only a handful of active agents to the cause. I still haven’t heard from Hard Candy or Ploppy…[/b]” Charlie’s eyes suddenly filled with rage. “[b]--It was only recently that you had sent those agents to destroy my base! I hope that The Beast has done what I cannot, and finally disposed of the cursed Ploppy the Spaceship![/b]” A brilliant burst of pink light exploded in front of Charlie as he shouted, knocking Grape Ape to the ground and waking up the sleeping terrorists. With perfect timing, two mysterious figures in pink cloaks and fedoras had appeared. The strangers’ hats were slanted to obscure their faces, but there was only one man who could pull off an entrance like that. “[b]…N-- Nerdsy?[/b]” Grape Ape asked as he wiped the sand from his eyes. “[b]We come from the future, brining with us news of a great reckoning to come![/b]” Ploppy shouted as he pointed towards the sky, “[b]My son and I have traveled a lifetime to warn you of your imminent destruction![/b]” “[b]Son?[/b]” Rai asked as she examined the second cloaked figure, “[b]Is that you, Nomura?[/b]” The young man nodded. “[b]There is much to be explained, Rai, but we must first deal with the matter at hand. Your husband, Gavin, has assumed control of the decommissioned OtakuBots. While he and The Beast are only two, they wield an army of [I]hundreds[/I].[/b]” Charlie stood up and adjusted his turban. “[b]Very well then. If we are to stop Gavin we must first stop the OtakuBots. Grape Ape, we can use Gadget to trace their signal to Gavin’s headquarters.[/b]” Ploppy nodded in agreement. “[b]But we must hurry,[/b]” Ploppy replied, “[b]If Gavin and The Beast are aware that Gadget still remains, they will stop at nothing to destroy him. He is the only tool we have for locating their secret base.[/b]” “[b]It’s not that simple, Ploppy. Gadget is not with me.[/b]” Grape ape said. “[b]But the historical records say that he‘s with you![/b]” Nomura exclaimed, “[b]I knew our travels would disrupt the timestream, father![/b]” “[b]Such is the price of us interfering with mortal affairs, Nomura. Tell us Grape Ape, where is Gadget‘s head?[/b]” “[b]My CTU agents are the ones who have Gadget.[/b]” Charlie Bin Laden shook his fist in anger. “[b]Then we must hurry, my new friends. Our injured allies will be helpless against the full force of Gavin and the OtakuBots.[/b]”

I slapped Terror Stick across the face repeatedly, hoping to revive his frail, wooden body. Gavin’s explosion had decimated headquarters, blasting the captive Terror Stick into the next time zone. How ironic it was that our greatest setback would be caused not by our sworn enemies, but from the new threat of Janus. Terror Stick was lucky to be in one peace, although it was clear that the attack had caused him severe brain damage. Fluff, Crystia and myself watched in horror as the terrorist continued shouting random insults and phrases, each more offensive than the last. “[b]Are you sure we should even bother with him?[/b]” Crystia asked, her eyebrow raised. I paused for a moment. “[b]Our compassion is what separates us from the terrorists…[/b]” I replied, “[b]Do what you can to make him comfortable, and then gag him. There‘s no reason to listen to anything he says.[/b]” Agent Fluff stuffed one of Aaryanna’s chew toys into the terrorist's mouth. “[b]I’ve been on OB for years, Grape Ape. I know how to use the ignore button.[/b]” Headquarters were almost unrecognizable. The once pristine and beautiful CTU base was now a smoldering pile of ash and rubble. I was thankful that there had been so few injuries, but it was impossible to deny the damage that had been caused to the team’s morale. Even Starbucks, whose positive demeanor was the result of a severe caffeine addiction, was mourning the loss of the base with the rest of us. We all had a million different questions running through our heads but my immediate thoughts were with the comrades I sent into the Terrorist Cell. I only hoped they were as fortunate as the rest of us. Agent Webster signaled for me as he and Sanguinius unearthed something out of the ground. “[b]Grape Ape, I do believe we have found him,[/b]” Webster said. “[b]What is it you found?[/b]” The two pushed aside a small pile of rubble to reveal Gadget’s disembodied mechanical head. “[b]System reboot -- 45% complete.[/b]” Gadget announced. “[b]He survived the explosion?! But how?[/b]” Sanguinius inspected it closely. “[b]It looks like Gadget’s head is still functioning. We should be able to attach this to a new body without much trouble.[/b]” “[b]Well at least we have some good news to come out of this whole mess.[/b]” Sanguinius’ eyes winced as he continued inspecting Gadget’s remains. Something was obviously upsetting him. “[b]Did I say something wrong?[/b]” “[b]…[/b]” Now the entire group was staring at me with the same look of contempt. Even the dog. “[b]It’s not you, Grape Ape,[/b]” Shades said as he pointed behind me. “[b]It’s [I]them[/I].[/b]” “[b]Hello Grapey,[/b]” a familiar female voice called to me, “[b]It looks like you haven‘t kept up on the housekeeping since Mother left, eh?[/b]” I turned around to discover Japan and the entire Terrorist Cell standing before me. Charlie Bin Laden and I locked eyes before nodding our heads in an unspoken agreement. “[b]The war on Ultra-Fun has passed, just as the great cat oracles predicted it would generations ago,[/b]” he waved his hands around in a dramatic set of gestures as he spoke, “[b]The true threat has revealed itself, and together [PG]-rated vengeance shall be ours![/b]”

[quote name='Aaryanna'][FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="goldenrod"]:bawl: Awww! We were posting at the same time. And after I put so much work into that too. XP So what do you want to do Shy? Since our posts contradict one another a bit. >_

[size=1]I'm very interested in seeing where the gate storyline goes. In the meantime, I'm coming up with some theories myself, and building underlying tension between Nakeisha and Kendra. These in-between posts are always a little awkward. Bleh. -Shy[/size]

[indent][size=1]Kendra left the room to begin the launch sequence, leaving Nakeisha to mull over the scientific aspects of the mission by herself. While the two had exchanged awkward glances during the briefing, Miss Erickson’s snide remark earlier was their only real communication so far. Nakeisha didn’t mind this fact, but it didn’t bode well for their team's success in what promised to be an incredibly long space journey. As soon as the briefing had ended Nakeisha rushed to her quarters to bury herself in her datapad. Due to the enormous amount of energy required to power such devices, gate technology had always been a fantasy within the scientific community. Just the same, the mere prospect of coming into contact with such a device made the young doctor’s mouth water. A female hand grabbed Nakeisha’s shoulder from behind, startling her. It was Catherine Sanderson, her new roommate. “[b]Any progress so far?[/b]” She asked with a smile. Nakeisha shrugged. “[b]Even with my knowledge of quantum mechanics it’s going to be very difficult to reach any conclusions before I see this alleged ‘gate.’ I‘m skeptical about what we’ve heard so far.[/b]” “[b]What do you mean?[/b]” “[b]A gate is basically a door connecting two points and allowing almost instantaneous travel between them. If gate technology is possible, it would change the way trade, travel and war were done forever.[/b]" Catherine nodded as she took in everything she was hearing. "[b]I know scientists who have been working their entire lives to create gates on a much smaller scale… anyone, or anything capable of building such a device would be generations ahead of the brightest minds in the known universe.[/b]” "[b]So it must be alien. That much is obvious.[/b]" “[b]Indeed. But I wonder, Catherine, a gate would be so advanced and valuable, how could anyone abandon them in the middle of the universe?[/b]” “[b]Hm. Maybe they’re some kind of artifacts from a lost civilization?[/b]” There was a moment of silence as Lt. Morrison Vayne entered the room. It was obvious that he had been listening to the conversation from around the corner. [b]“Interesting observations, ladies, but I have a question myself...”[/b] he said, [b]“Is this gate really an artifact, or a Trojan Horse?”[/b][/size][/indent]

[size=1]I nominate [b]ChibiHorsewoman[/b]. ChibiHorsewoman is infamous for her light-hearted, and often bizarre threads in Otaku Lounge. Love them or hate them her frequent posts and positive attitude have been a breath of fresh air to a community that takes itself way too seriously. If it weren't for CHW I fear every thread in the Lounge would be about gay marriage, abortion, drug abuse, and religion. I don't think these awards ceremonies should be reserved just for Oldies (although CHW has been on the site for years.) As proud as I am of my own contributions to the site, I feel that it's active and friendly members like her who truly make a difference to OtakuBoards. -Shy[/size]

[size=1]I would complain about Sandy missing so many cliches from my post, but we won so I don't really care. After this round of voting The Sunflowers will be looking for blood. We need to be prepared for the worst. Great work everyone. -Shy[/size]

[size=1]I just posted. Again I apologize for the delays in that. I'm writing Nakeisha as being a little overconfident and snobbish. No doubt the first mission will serve to humble the young woman. -Shy[/size]

[size=1][indent]Dr. Nakeisha Rhodes entered the bridge with little fanfare. Several members of the crew had already arrived and were too busy preparing for the launch to even notice her; it seemed pretty obvious to the woman that she was the last onboard. A handsome young officer greeted the woman. Nakeisha assumed from his age that he was merely an assistant of some kind, and handed him the heavy suitcase she was carrying. “[b]Miss Rhodes, I presume?[/b]” The man’s eyebrow arched in suspicion. “[b][I]Doctor[/I] Rhodes, thank you.[/b]” she replied, “[b]Please take these to my quarters. I’d like to begin testing the Agro Navis’ system functions immediately.[/b]” The others began to laugh amongst themselves. Nakeisha looked around the bridge, confused by this reaction. “[b]Did I say something funny?[/b]” The man handed Nakeisha back her suitcase. “[b]I’m sure you can drop this bag off yourself, Dr. Rhodes. We’re in the middle of launch preparations, and we‘re running several minutes behind thanks to you.[/b]” “[b]Excuse me? Just who do you think you are, Mister…?[/b]” “[b]Colonel. DeSouza. We spoke earlier over the datastream.[/b]” Nakeisha feigned a smile and began twisting the braids of her hair nervously. Days ago she had a brief audio conversation with her new commanding officer. Could this man, not much older than herself, really take command of an important mission such as this? “[b]Apologies. Colonel[/b]” She replied sheepishly, “[b]It’s just… you seem so young to take charge of this mission.[/b]” He seemed offended by this remark. “[b]I assure you, Doctor Rhodes, this crew was hand-chosen for their experience and expertise, not for their age.[/b]” She nodded. “[b]Had Ops Support not made your scheduled arrival time clear?[/b]” “[b]The time was made perfectly clear, Colonel,[/b]” she replied, “[b]I was merely trying to make sure that none of my instruments were damaged during loading.[/b]” His demeanor turned sour. “[b]I don’t see the need for more instrumentation, I was under the impression that the Argo Navis was fully equipped with the best tools the military could provide…[/b]” “[b]---Which is exactly why I had to replace those outdated microsaws and nanoseams with something a little more… modern. Even with the absurd amounts of funding this operation has probably been granted, I have advanced tools most world governments won‘t be able to purchase for years.[/b]” “[b]Right. All the same, I think it’d be best if you run these sorts of things by your supervisor, Miss Erikson, before you begin installing any unproven equipment.[/b]” “[b]They aren’t unproven,”[/b] she huffed, “[b]Much of this equipment has undergone thousands of hours of testing and research! There’s no reason to sacrifice our safety and efficiency because your chief engineer would rather live in the Stone Age. [/b]” “[b]She certainly seems spirited.[/b]” A feminine voice quipped from the peanut gallery on the Bridge. The woman didn’t have to introduce herself for Nakeisha to know that she had already offended her new boss. Colonel DeSouza extended his hand towards the embarrassed woman. “[b]I imagine you can find your way to your quarters. I‘m sure it will be very… interesting to work with you.[/b]” Doctor Rhodes glared. “[b]Certainly.[/b]” And with that Nakeisha stormed down the hallway to find her quarters.[/indent][/size]

[size=1]I'll be getting my first post up sometime tomorrow. I apologize for not completing it sooner, but real life is getting in the way and my In-Laws are in town... ugh. Wish me luck. :whoops: -Shy[/size]

[size=1]I have some general questions about the Agro Navis itself. Are we the only crew on the ship, or are there other NPCs as support staff? How large is the ship? How does space travel work? -Shy[/size]

[size=1]That was probably the worst thing I've ever written, but at least it had A LOT of cliches. -Shy[/size]

One of the boys slowly stood up and glared at Rei. “[b]You’ve hit the wrong guy with a mallet today. Prepared to be ex-spelled![/b]” Sasuka recognized the spikey-haired young man with an eye patch calling out to her friend: He was Sasuke, Sasuka’s outlaw pirate rival for the annual student exams. Sadly neither of them realized that they were fraternal twins separated at birth, and heirs to the Martian throne. Sasuke muttered a few arcane syllables and his tattooed hands suddenly ignited into red flame. The ground began to shake violently, knocking Rei to her feet. “[b]With these magical bottle caps I summon the Red Monster, Bahamamama![/b]” A large, squid-like creature magically appeared. The small crowd that had formed began to flee in panic, including the rest of Rei’s so-called friends. “[b]BAHAMAMAMA![/b]” The monster said as it extended one of its tentacles towards Rei. Sasuka‘s eyes widened in disbelief. “[b]Oh wow. His power level is off the charts…[/b]” Fuzzers peaked its head out from Sasuka’s backpack. “[b]I believe in you, Sasuka! Use the Infinity Prism to transform while everyone is distracted![/b]” “[b]Right![/b]” [b]Elementelle Powers Energize![/b] Pink glitter exploded from Sasuka’s locket, obscuring everything in sight. Within an instant Sasuka was no more, now transformed into the magical mecha, D.W.S.! While the purple pint-sized robot seemed far from intimidating in its sailor suit, D.W.S. was Earth’s only hope against the evil forces of the InfectiViruses. It was exactly 15 years ago that the deadly InfectiViruses had destroyed every nation but Japan. Rei turned around. “[b]Sasu--- er… D.W.S![/b]” [I]How foolish of me![/I] Rei thought to herself, [I]If I were to reveal Sasuka's secret to anyone, especially my estranged father who runs the government‘s dangerous Anti-Magic Brigade, Japan would be doomed! If only Sasuka loved me, too![/I] “[b]Blast![/b]” Sasuke said as he rubbed the glitter out of his eyes, “[b]That cursed D.W.S. meddles in all of my attacks! And where is Sasuka? That cowardly girl seems to have run away again![/b]” “[b]As long as there is truth and love in this world, D.W.S. will be here to protect you![/b]” D.W.S. announced from its speakers. “[b]Go get ‘em, Sasuka![/b]” Fuzzers shouted, “[b]Show that Infectivirus what a dirty witch can do![/b]” [I]I wonder…[/I] Sasuka thought, [I]Do I control D.W.S., or does it control me?![/I] [b]Magic Purity Typoon![/b] Purple energy blasted out from D.W.S.’s twin arm cannons, washing over Bahamamama like the tide and destroying it. A small glimmer of light emerged from the fiend’s remains and surrounded the mecha. “[b]I feel a strange power overtaking me… what’s going on!?[/b]” “[b]Bahamama was the first of the forty-seven Guardian-class summonings,[/b]” Fuzzers replied, “[b]When you collect all of their spirits I’ll be able to return back to my own time![/b]” Outraged by the outcome of the battle, Sasuke struck a martial arts pose and withdrew his oversized samurai sword. “[b]Rats! The final prophecy says that one of us will destroy the other… but do not worry… we‘re gonna settle this tonight on the Illegal Tokyo Street Racing Scene![/b]”