Shy

[b]Name:[/b] Mel N. Colley [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Notes:[/b] Mel is a mildly attractive woman in her late 20's with dark, unkempt hair and haunting gray eyes. Others have commented that she would be an exceptional beauty if she simply bothered to get a haircut and put on some jeans. Oh well. She can often be seen wearing whatever is clean, which usually means sweats and a concert t-shirt of some kind. Mel wears sandals a lot, but it's not like she's very fond of them or anything. Sadly, Mel is currently on disability from Hero Factory for her severe and overwhelming apathy. There's a medical term for it, but Mel doesn't care enough to go and look it up. She spends most of her days lying around her apartment and eating bon-bons. Or, you know, [i]whatever.[/i] [b]Gadget:[/b] It's a rubber fish that fires plastic darts.

[QUOTE=Sandy][FONT=Century Gothic]What did I say about helping the duelists, hmm? *raises eyebrow* I'll let such a minor offense slip by, but don't think I won't keep a better eye on your posts from now on, Aces![/FONT][/QUOTE][size=1]I don't know what you're implying, Sandy. I was merely complimenting Tiana on various moddish qualities she may already possess. :angel:[/size]

[CENTER][b]TERROR ALERT! TERROR ALERT! PRIORITY: [COLOR=CRIMSON]CRIMSON![/B][/COLOR][/CENTER] Sirens blared throughout the headquarters and I stumbled out of bed. "[b]What is it now?[/b]" I muttered, trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. Only hours ago Karumi-Chan had been revealed to have been the terrorist Nomura in disguise. After setting off a pair of concealed explosives he quickly escaped, injuring Ploppy in the blast. While he remained in the sick ward Agent Drei took command. "[b]Drei![/b]" I shouted into my comm unit, "[b]What section of the boards is under attack?[/b]" The video monitor in bedroom suddenly lit up, displaying a spit-screen of each and every section of the boards. Aside from some chaos in Otaku Lounge from Copycatalyst things seemed to be back to normal. Had an alarm somehow been tripped by mistake? "[b]I don't understamd, Drei...[/b]" "[b]This attack isn't limited to the boards, Grapey,[/b]" she replied, "[b]I'm sending Birmingham to brief you on the situation.[/b]" There was a knock at the door and Birmingham was there to greet me, just as she had said. Birmingham was obviously exhausted as well. He handed me an official CTU jacket, and led us down the hallway. "[b]Grape Ape, sir,[/b]" he said as he saluted, "[b]The terrorists have chosen a high-priority target.[/b]" I opened the folder and was shocked by what I found. Surprised and outraged. I tossed it across the room in anger. "[b]Alert the others immediately! We've no time to waste![/b]" A cold chill ran down my spine. "[b]...If the terrorists succeed in this mission all will be lost. Let's do this for Ploppy the Spaceship![/b]" [URL=HTTP://WWW.MYOTAKU.COM/USERS/ADAM][center][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=26224[/img][/center][/URL] That's right. Adam, theOtaku.com's beloved founder, is under attack at [b][url=http://www.myotaku.com/users/adam]his own myOtaku profile![/b][/url] Your job is to 'counter' their attacks by remaining on-topic NO MATTER WHAT. Attempt to turn their spam into a legitimate discussion using whatever means are neccessary. Adam has dealt with bigger threats before, but he'll need our help. If you don't have a myOtaku account, get one. They're very easy to register for. All they will ask from you is your e-mail address. Let's rock and roll. - [b][color=purple]Grape Ape[/b][/color] [b]Update![/b] Adam masterfully deflected the terror attack. [quote=Adam]Otaku Terrorists: We did it! We have finally seized control of TheOtaku!! (5 minutes later) Otaku Terrorists: ?!?!?! "1,232 fan art waiting to be approved?!" "What? The PM glitch has returned?!" "We owe HOW MUCH for web hosting?" "Ugh, what is this article site that people keep complaining about" "What the heck is Haruhi Suzumiya??" "ADAM?! Come back!!!"[/quote] [center][img]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=26232[/img][/center]

[size=1]Great work, White! I think both teams did really well for this challenge, I know I wouldn't want to be the one who had to decide between you two. Now it's up to Tiana to win this final competition. I have no doubt that she'll be professional, polite and all of the other great qualities OB expects from their moderating staff. Heck, she's most of those things already. -Shy[/size]

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkOrange']I won't waste my time giving a thorough assessment if you aren't going to listen.[/COLOR][/quote] [size=1]You just admitted that you hadn't bothered to read the thread, and are making broad assumptions about PieFlavoredPie. Exactly what public service would your assessment provide? -Shy[/size]

[size=1]Even though Rach is musically inclined, I feel like White's first rap had much more complicated rhymes and was overall the better of the two. Of course, I might have a [i]slightly[/i] biased opinion... heh. I'm very eager to see what both of you do next. My only recommendation would be to rap about the specific members of both teams, since I feel like that was the strongest part of The Sunflowers' rap. -Shy[/size]

Muffin sat comfortably in one of the main lobby chairs, quietly writing and drawing. With so much going on I had almost forgotten about one of our newest recruits. I approached her with two cup of warm cocoa in tow. At this hour I had so much sugar and caffeine in my system it looked like I wasn?t going to get much sleep. ?[b]I hope things haven?t gotten too confusing for you,[/b]? I said as I offered her a cup, ?[b]As a new member, I?m sure you?re struggling just to fit in.[/b]? We both took a sip of the cocoa, slightly burning our tongues. ?[b]I think I?m fine. Thank you, Mr. Grape Ape. Roxie is my roommate and she's been very friendly.[/b]" "[i][b]Roxie?[/b][/i]" Come to think of it, I hadn't seen Roxie since she joined our side. We had so many members on our side it appeared that a few had fallen through the cracks. "[b]Oh, well,[/b]" I replied, "[b]When you see her... tell her I said 'hello.'[/b]" She nodded politely. "[b]Of course. I?m just trying to come up with some ideas for the next challenge..[/b]? ?[b]Very well, just remember that this is your war, too,[/b]? I said as I headed back to my office, ?[b]If you need anything just be sure to let me know.[/b]? Muffin?s eyes narrowed. ?[b]Oh I will, Grape Ape. I will.[/b]? There was an uncomfortable moment of silence. I shut the door behind me as I left.

[quote name='Sara][color=#db2007']Also Disneyland shoots on sight those who touch their lovely clean windows.[/color][/quote] [size=1]Ah but this is where you're wrong! I'm actually in front of a Disney Store in Downtown San Francisco. Aside from the merchandise, everything about the store looks like it was built in 1992 and hadn't been changed since. The fact that they still feature DuckTales so prominently on their front windows just blew my mind. And I am outrageously tall, so that probably helps explain the lack of fingerprints. -Shy[/size]

I ultimately decided to let Crystia roam the premises freely. Mother was a strong judge of character, and I figured that if we hadn't turned anyone away from our organization we might as well not start now. More importantly, the mere thought of a terrorist defecting made my mouth water. Was our message of peace and freedom really coming across as we had hoped? [i]Now only if I could convince the inspectors...[/i] Gavin, on of my CTU spies, and I were sitting in my office. We had been able to pick him up from the desert sands earlier that night; a lesser agent would have surely perished while trying to escape. After a long shower and a shave Gavin was ready to discuss the next phase of our plan. "[b]I hope you don't mind sharing a room with someone else,[/b]" I said, offering him a cup of coffee, "[b]It appears we've got more agents than bedrooms at the moment.[/b]" He chuckled as he added an excessive amount of sugar and cream to the brew. "[b]Not at all. As long as I don't have to worry about being clawed in my sleep I should be fine."[/b] It had been a long time since the two of us had a chance to speak like this. Too long, in face. Between the failure of the Legionnaires and the battle over Community Events it seems we had fallen out of touch. Even if things were a bit louder than usual, it was comforting to have so many friends and allies nearby. "[b]"So... the events forum?[/b]" "[b]Yes, yes. We have a very strong suggestion from Webster, I only fear that it will fail without his unique vision to guide it. Perhaps you have some thoughts of your own to contribute?[/b]" Gavin stirred his coffee and thought for a moment. "[b]Nothing at the moment. But I'll work on it.[/b]" "[b]Good, good,[/b]" I said as I stood up and headed towards the door, "[b]Care to explore our headquarters a bit?[/b]" Gavin nodded, and followed closely behind. "[b]I figured you were hiding in your office from the inspectors.[/b]" I rolled my eyes. "[b]Not exactly. It's more to stay away from Japan's cooking. She should be asleep by now.[/b]" "[b][i]Japan[/i]? That's not much of a code name, Grape Ape.[/b]" "[b]Said the pot to the kettle. You need to think of a code name for yourself before you start commenting on someone else's...[/b]"

[color=darkslateblue]A building is burning behind us. A truck is about to crash into us. ?I?m sorry,? I say with tears streaming down my face. Erin doesn?t know why. We both rush into the adjacent building: A drug store, as the pick-up truck crashes into the wall behind us at full speed. The building shakes from the impact, and dust falls from the ceiling. We?re in the rear entrance of the pharmacy. At least I think we are. It?s too dark to tell. I hear heavy breathing, but I can?t tell if it?s Erin?s or my own. I reach for my cell phone, but decide against touching it altogether. We creep further and further into the darkness. I?m leading. ?I? I think?? Erin stutters as she speaks, ?I think I lost one of my shoes outside.? From the dim light shining in through the windows it looks as if the drug store is completely abandoned. A cash register is knocked onto the ground, cash lying across the floor. The temptation to grab some for myself sets in. I decide against it. I feel a tug on the back of my shirt, and a muffled shriek. Erin points towards a security camera in the corner of the building. The light is on. They?re watching. ?We should leave.? I whisper. Silence. The sound of Erin?s footsteps fade away. [i]?Where else would we go??[/i] Brief flashes of red light can be seen in the town square, each one followed by a brief, but terrible scream. The courthouse is in flames. The police station is in flames. An enormous, metallic object rolls in front of the shop windows, obstructing our view of the town square. Strange, mechanical buzzing is heard. It?s almost deafening. I think of the girl I love, and wonder why she couldn?t be here to die with me instead ?This is it.?[/color]

[size=1][b]Method 26: Get away with stuff[/b] The saying 'Go big or go home' applies here. The idea is to violate the rules so frequently and in such significant ways that you will inspire shock and awe among your fellow members. The moderating staff will be so blown away by your blatant disregard for authority that they won't know how to react, and in the end, probably won't react at all. As long as you get away with it people will respect you (or probably hate you, but either way you'll get your name out there.) Weaknesses: Unfortunately, your rebellious nature will be your undoing when you are banned for one of your relatively minor offenses (as opposed to one of the [i]really big[/i] offenses you have been committing for months.) The trick is to keep outdoing yourself and stay away from gaming discussions. Just remember that there will come a time when you have to choose between violating federal law or losing your reputation at an internet message board. [i]I think you know which choice to make.[/i] Role Models: The term 'role model' doesn't seem quite fitting with this particular method. I'm sure they have some examples listed at your local post office. -Shy[/size]

[size=1]First you are going to need to register an account on myOtaku.com. From there the submission proccess should be fairly simple.[quote=theOtaku.com Submission Guidelines]All art must be in .JPG format, 1500 by 2000 pixels or smaller, and under 400 KB. "Original Anime" refers to anime that you have created. "Crossover Anime" is when your artwork features characters from more than one anime. "Miscellaneous Anime" is on anime that we don't have a hub on. If you submit artwork under "Miscellaneous Anime," please include that anime's title in the title field below. Remember, we do not permit fan art that is traced, was drawn by someone else, or is merely an existing piece that is photoshopped. [b]Plagiarism, or submitting someone else's artwork as your own, will not be tolerated.[/b][/quote] I hope that helps. -Shy[/size]

[size=1]You could write an article rather than merely suggest it? -Shy[/size]

[size=1]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNlt0D_xba4 There is something about talking animals that just makes me want to heave. I was looking for flea medication for my new puppy and every time I bought their product I thought of this stupid song. I guess this means their advertising works; as long as you remember the product it doesn't matter what you think of the commercials. We have a lot of awful commercials in Southern California. The worst are these radio ads for a local mattress store. They feature the high-pitched owner arguing wth his accountant over the low prices they offers. They've been running as long as I can remember, and every few months they seem to come up with a new variation on them. I think the current one takes place at a beach party or something. -Shy[/size]

[quote name='Sara][color=#db2007']Already posted! Picture is void. Try again.[/color][/quote][size=1]Grumble! Grumble! [center][img]http://a1.vox.com/6a00c22523b6f28e1d00d4141f6e813c7f-500pi[/img][/center] -Shy[/size]

[quote name='Nerdsy][color=deeppink']Your move, Shy.[/color][/quote] [size=1]Was posing next to Al Jolson's footprints not enough!? -Shy[/size]

[quote name='Sara][color=#ff2200']Pie?women aren't confusing. People are confusing.[/color][/quote] [size=1]For a second I thought this thread was about [i]pie-people[/i]. Don't scare me like that! Anyway. It seems like this girl is using you to boost her self-confidence after this other guy destroyed it. There's nothing wrong with being the 'nice guy' but at such a young age the girls are bound to go for the less stable, jerk-types. -Shy[/size]

[QUOTE=Keyblade Wielder][SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma]I think [B]OtakuBoards[/B] should be renamed as [B]OrgasmBoards[/B]. Seriously.

[color=darkslateblue]As Megan drops to the ground Erin begins to vomit. The diners start to stampede out of the front doors, most not even sure what they?re running from. The small, innocuous looking machine at our table begins shaking again, this time turning its glowing red eyes towards me. I grab for the nearest? [I]something[/I] could reach. It turns out to be one of the vanity license plates that fell off the wall: ELVS4EVR, or something like that. I immediately strike the robot, knocking it and its bizarre energy beams straight across the room. The heat from the beams narrowly avoids my face, but makes contact with the curtains behind me. Within an instant the entire restaurant is on fire. ?We need to go,? I say as I reach for Erin?s hand. She looks at me, her face full of tears and confusion. I doubt mine looks much better at the time. Erin and I lock hands once more, and we rush out through the emergency exit in the back. The sun is almost completely set, but even from the alleyway we see that chaos and destruction had swept over the town. A body lies on the street corner with a large, metallic appendage sticking out of it. Individual screams of terror can be heard echoing from all directions but are quickly drowned out by loud, mechanical sounds. It?s almost as if we are in a construction zone. I look at Erin. My eyes narrow and this time I?m the one to throw up. Erin places her hand on my shoulder and begins to sob. I can feel her tears dropping onto my back.[/color]

[size=1][b]Method 5: Be gay (or just think you might be!)[/b] OtakuBoards has always had gay members. Lots of them. However, many of these members didn't realize they are gay until visiting the site, and as a result the entire community is forced to sit through their long and difficult proccess of self acceptance. Perhaps anime message boards just attract a lot of homosexuals, or maybe it's your Dad's fault. Who knows? Since gays are always defending themselves and their lifestyle, they are prone to becoming strong writers and debaters. This makes them strong candidates for staff positions [spoiler](and other kinds of positions, too.)[/spoiler] While some OB gays are on the "D.L." others are loud and proud of their sexual orientation. Decide which method works for you, because being gay is a surefire way to become an OB superstar! OB gays can be usually be identified by a clever (or sometimes not so clever) declaration of their homoseuxality in their avatars and/or signatures. Also be on the lookout for gender-neutral pronouns when they describe their lovelife and/or "type." [i]Your mentors:[/i] Transtic Nerve, Sandy, Shy.[/size]

I feigned a smile towards Agent Wanderlust. It was good to see her, but any more reinforcements and we weren't going to have enough living quarters to go around. She smiled back, withdrew a lipboard from her tote bag. Even from a few feet away I could hear the music blaring from her iPod speakers. Wander's love of music was infamous. She had even attempted to travel back in time to meet The Beatles, or so the legend goes. "[b]It's very good to see you again, Oz-- Wanderlust,[/b]" I said extending my hand to greet her. "[b]Yes,[/b]" she replied absently, "[b]It is great weather we're having here.[/b]" She scribbled a few notes down and smiled at me again. "[b]But this isn't the time to talk about the weather. We are in the middle of a war, and OB Central Command isn't satisfied with the results. I hope you don't mind if I take a few notes to send back.[/b]" "[b]Right, right. I can have one of the others show you to your quarters if you'd like.[/b]" I signalled towards Webster and Sanguinius, who were standing nearby. Wander continued writing furiously. A bolt of fear shot through my spine - [i]what could she be writing about so soon?[/i] Wander began to giggle to herself for a moment. "[b]Oh Squonk! That's very innappropriate right now![/b]" Confused and slightly annoyed a started to slowly walk away from Wander. If all of these reinforcements were going to be so... eclectic, we had a serious problem on our hands. "[b]How about we let some of your new teammates show you around?[/b]" Sanguinius and Webster greeted their new teammate and began escorting her down the hallway. About halfway down she suddenly stopped, and began sniffing around. "[b]Is there a barbeque today? I smell burning...[/b]"

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkOrange']Another example - i recently submitted an article for caption contest VI. Now which would be better, an otakupedia article about the rather uneventful 6th installment, or of the entire series in general? In a way, I think otakupedia should be the box set for the newspaper articles. If you're sad about loosing people's interest in otakupedia for the newspaper look at it this way - only 3 or 4 people are even writing for the paper at this moment, and I know I fully intend on doing otakupedia articles in the future. I intend to do the death card trilogy the moment my Panop after-party is over.[/COLOR][/quote][size=1]The idea of anyone writing [i]anything[/i] about a Caption Contest thread just blows my mind. Wow. I agree with indifference. Not every thread on OB needs an Otakupedia entry, but if something is interesting enough to warrant a newspaper article then it's probably worth considering. Doing a single entry on Labyrinth and then an expanded one on Death Card RPGs would probably be the best way to go about covering those topics. I'm just saying that there is probably a solid way to combine our efforts. Perhaps giving both projects a shared title 'Otakupedia' and 'Otakupedia Monthly' or something might be appropriate. -Shy[/size]

[size=1]I actually just spoke to TN yesterday, and seems to be doing fine. He was having some log-in issues with OB, which is why he hasn't visited in a while. He seems eager and willing to visit the boards again. It should be interesting to see how he gets along with some of the more aggressive personalities we have here. Nice article. It obviously has a few typos, but it's very thorough and informative. Not bad for a terrorist. -Shy[/size]

[color=darkslateblue]While we wait to see the desserts Erin pulls out the postcards she was reaching for earlier and begins examining them. "Who are all of those postcards for?" She thinks for a moment and grins. "Brian." I nod, hoping I had somehow misheard her over the oldies music playing in the background. "Brian? I didn't realize you two stayed in touch." "We don't," she says as she points to her recent purchase, "Hence the trip to the post office." There is an uncomfortable moment of silence before our server, Megan, approaches the table with a dessert tray in tow. ?They have a desert tray?? I ask, nursing my Roy Rogers, "Classy." ?It sells more desserts,? Megan says as her arm buckles under the weight of homemade pie crust, ?What can I get you folks?? Maybe a few hours ago this tray of ?live? desserts would have sold, but we were confronted with a melted, bruised and dried out selection of treats. I settle on a harmless choice: fudge brownie, while Erin takes her time to decide. Megan?s patience, and most likely our service, are dwindling by the second. ?You know you?re just going to get the cherry pie,? I mutter. ?I don?t [I]know[/I] that!? She exclaims, ?I?m thinking about this? cheesecake-looking thing here.? ?That?s actually white chocolate mousse.? Our server replies, ?It?s new.? ?Oh. Hm. What?s in it?? ?White. Chocolate. Mousse.? Erin waves her hands dismissively. ?Never mind then. I?m ready for the check.? The ground begins to tremble, knocking Erin?s glass of soda onto the floor. Towards the front of the restaurant a baby cries, and its? mother makes a futile attempt to calm the thing down. Erin begins shaking herself. I often forget that they don?t have things like ?earthquakes? and ?sunshine? where she comes from. ?It?s only a small one,? I say, ?It?s nothing to worry about,? I grab Erin?s hand, hoping to comfort her. She seems too distracted to even notice. A few assorted knick-knocks become loose from their fixtures, falling on some of the other tables but causing no real damage. Megan continues angling the dessert tray in our direction, perhaps hoping that fear and panic will compel Erin to change her mind about the white chocolate mouse. The shaking stops.[/color]

[color=darkslateblue]Erin enters the dining room and begins scanning the crowd for my face. It's early in the evening, but for a small town like this five o' clock meant 'dinner time.' Despite it?s food, service and overall quality Jim?s Grill somehow remained a fixture of our nights together. Jim?s was definitely not my first choice, but dating a girl with so many allergies limited our options quite a bit. I was seated towards the back, stuffed between a carousel horse and a barrel of peanut shells. Hoping to get her attention I raise my hand in the air and begin to wave it about. She locks eyes with me, a grimace is smeared across her face. ?You seem somewhat disappointed,? I say as she approaches the table, ?[I]I?m sure if we asked they would let us move near the pinball machine.[/I]? Erin rolls her eyes and reaches for a package of postcards in her purse. ?It?s not that. I was hoping you?d be late. You see, the post office closes at five, and?? ?Don?t worry about it. I was just soaking up the atmosphere. Like a sponge.? The sour expression on her face quickly turns to a smile. ?I appreciate you coming down here,? she says, ?I know I?ve been so busy lately?? Our waitress approaches the table and asks if we are ready. Erin quickly grabs the menu and ducks her head in shame. ?Maybe some popcorn shrimp to start?? I ask the waitress. ?Peanut oil,? Erin replies while ducking behind the menu. ?Right. We need a few more minutes. Please.? Our server shrugs and without saying a word begins to walk away.[/color]