liamc2

Wow, finally, a liamc2 card! *runs around saying 'DOOOOM!' at the top of his lungs* Ahem. Ability cards. [b]liamc2's Dark Turkey Dance[/b] [b]Type:[/b] [i]Distraction[/i] Sacrifice a weak card in order to distract an opponent. Opponents cards cannot attack or retaliate for two turns. [b]Administrator Refresh[/b] [b]Type:[/b] [i]Internet Explorer[/i] Sacrifice Refresh to remove card from graveyard and replace in hand. Play this card as normal [b]Restraining Order[/b] [b]Type:[/b] [i]The Lawyers of Doom[/i] Play this card to block another card and prevent it from harming a selected card on your side. Restraining order is lifted if your card attacks Restrained card. ^.~

Nicholas peered through his binoculars at the girl ambling up to the SYF building. ?Jenna?? he muttered, ?no?couldn?t be...but...it must...? Jeorge handed the Colombian a glass of iced water. Nicholas looked up and took it. ?How much time do we have left Jeorge?? He asked. Jeorge looked at the bomb, ?Three hours sir.? Nicholas took a long draught from the glass in his hand. It was town water, and apartment water no less. The screwed up his face at the taste of the metal and earth. He placed the glass on the arm of his chair and looked up at the silent Jeorge. ?Jeorge. Turn the bomb ahead two hours. We get ready to move out in an hour.? Nicholas glanced at the late afternoon early evening sky. They would lose some of their advantage of the night, but this waiting was killing him. Jeorge left his side and adjusted the bomb. It began counting down. ?00 59 99.? ~~~~~~~~~~ Liam rolled out of his bed. All this ?high alert? was getting to be a bore. He holstered his Desert Eagle and MS1 accordingly and made his way to the elevator. As the doors opened, the sounds of a fierce fight were still coming from the training hall. Liam chuckled. Three hours and they were still going at it. Liam selected the appropriate basement and made his way down. The doors dinged open again and Liam passed through into the white room. The white wall on the side in front opened and Liam was greeted with a sentry cannon emplacement and seven assorted guards. They were all carrying riot shields and wearing seamless bulletproof armour. Liam saluted and made his way down to the circle room. If Nicholas wanted a piece of this, he?d have to come and take some.

Ah you see now, this is where theoretical idea becomes annoying. As Miketsmith's theory is so huge and improbable, there would be no way to test it out. There fore it is also highly probable that it is true. Besides, how could you convince 51% of the universe's population that basic Physics are incorrect?

Matt sneezed and woke up. He rubbed his head as though trying to reach the dream floating around inside. And what an odd dream it was... Feeling the need for some air, the groggy Matt stepped out into the village. The air was fresh and clear, unlike the recycled carbon monoxide variety in the cities. He smiled to himself. Some form of sense had been knocked back into his head. This could be the long needed vacation. He could kick back here for a while, delve into this weird arcane stuff and then get out of here. Matt stretched and yawned. This may just turn out to be a bit of fun after all. Matt returned for his luggage and sat himself on the most prominent and highest point of the nearby mountain. He then began setting up his small satellite dish. The modem dialled. A satellite locked on. The modem continued dialling. The connection was complete. The modem stopped dialling and Internet explorer popped up. The satellite dish beside him sparked, a purple spark, and fell over on it's own accord. The connection was lost. Matt sighed and folded up his laptop, unaware of what happened to his little dish. [i]Satellite must have shifted again...more interference from space matter most probably..[/i] Purple smoke wafted off the dish beside him, and disappated into the breeze that arose from no where. Matt packed up his gear and wandered down to the village.

Very nicely done Gavin, very nicely done indeedy. Can't wait to see what the back is going to be like, then I can print all of these out ^^ BTW: Here's miniLiam. [b]-Name[/b] miniLiam [b]-Magic Type[/b] miniDark [b]-type[/b] Plushie [b]-picture[/b] [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?s=&postid=338197[/img] [b]-up to 2 effects[/b] Drinks: Returns selected card back to normal state, remove miniLiam from play for three turns after using this feature. (When miniLiam is removed from play he cannot attack, but he can be attacked) [b]-description[/b] Loyal servant of of liamc2. Official getterer of all thinks liquid and drinkable. (think midget off James Bonds 'The Man with the Golden Gun).

[b][u]General Awards[/u][/b] [b]Male Otaku of the Year:[/b] PiroMunkie [size=1][i]Honorable Mention:[/i] Death Knight[/size] [b]Female Otaku of the Year:[/b] Ravenstorture [size=1][i]Honorable Mention:[/i] Raquel[/size] [b]Most improved Member of the Year:[/b] cloricus [b]Thread of the Year:[/b] So many to choose from and I can't remember their names! [b]Silliest Thread of the Year:[/b] OBBII, Final Flash [size=1][i]Honorable Mention:[/i] Competition--Who Has the Best Chat Convo?, Axel--Ignition[/size] [b]Funniest Member:[/b] Death Knight [size=1][i]Honorable Mention:[/i] Medra[/size] [b]Silliest Username:[/b] Mnelmoth (tee hee hee) [size=1][i]Honorable Mention:[/i] EvilCowGod[/size] [b]Member most likely to be here in two years:[/b] Adam (duh) [b]Avatar of the Year:[/b] Hybrid (that cat thing is so cool ^^) [b]Best Otaku Couple:[/b] The Harlequin & Ravenstorture [size=1][i]Honorable Mention:[/i] Raiha & Rico[/size] [b]Best Newbie:[/b] *raises eyebrow* [b]Best Oldie:[/b] Seppy [size=1][i]Honorable Mention:[/i] James[/size] [b]Most likely to become a Staff Member:[/b] Lady Asphyxia [size=1][i]Honorable Mention:[/i] Juuthena[/size] [b][u]Otaku Writers[/u][/b] [b]Role-Player of the Year:[/b] Raiha, no contest. [size=1][i]Honorable Mention:[/i] Rico Tranzrig[/size] [b]Brawler of the Year (sparring): [/b][url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=18457]War of the Roses[/url], by Crazy white boy [b]Role-Playing Game of the Year: [/b][url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=10372]Lathym Adytum[/url], by Ravenstorture. [size=1][i]Honorable Mention:[/i] [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=15147]SYF2: Garrotted Threats[/url], You don't have to count this one Shy, just allow me a little ego inflation...[/size] [b][u]Social Otakus[/u][/b] [b]Otaku Social member of the year:[/b] Lady Asphyxia (Newbie Lounge) [size=1]Honorable Mention: Juuthena[/size] [b][u]Anime Otakus[/u][/b] [b]Otaku of the Year:[/b] Rick Hunter [b][u]Otaku Artists[/u][/b] [b]Best Spriter:[/b] Ice Dragon V2 (is he still around?) [size=1]Honorable Mention: Final Flash[/size] [b][u]Series Otaku[/u][/b] [b]The Triforce Award (Zelda):[/b] Desbreko. I mean, look at his Otaku TCG Picture o.O;

Ok now I'm painfully confused. Feel free to force feed me the changes needed. --; [b]-Name[/b] liamc2 [b]-Magic Type[/b] Dark [i]God[/i] [b]-type[/b] Dead [b]-picture[/b] Use the Avatar, its suits ^^ [b]-up to 2 effects[/b] Dark Gift (+[size=1][/size] Attack and Defence to selected card, cannot use on self) Dark Ray (Beam of concentrated dark hurty energy) [b]-description[/b] The liamc2 card is a one of a kind card. liamc2 was originally the head of [b]E.L.I.[/b] until he woke up one day and realised he was one of the undead, now he runs around spreading darkness. [size=1][i]Associated Cards:[/i] miniLiam (When both cards come into play, double the attack and defense of both cards. Note: miniLiam will become unblockable to creatures of greater powers).[/size]

Ok, I downloaded it, it looks suave. Count me in. [b]Human-[/b] [i]Name:[/i] Seth Jacobson [i]Age:[/i] 26 [i]Bio:[/i] Eccentric son of a millionare philanthropist that supplied the funds for Sather's archeological mission. Seth was sent along on the trip to keep an eye on Sather in case of interaction with any hostile forces. Has spent most of his holiday time studying martial arts for his own defence when walking around his home town of Ho Chi Min City. While taking some of his looks from his mother's Vietnamese side, he has taken his boistrous nature from his father, frequently the centre of attention whether he knows it or not. [i]Appearance:[/i] 6ft, blonde hair, slightly bulked tanned build, brown eyes, eurasian descent. [b]Ninja-[/b] [i]Ninja Magic:[/i] Fire [i]Ninja Colors (2):[/i] Red and Orange

The 4WD pulled to a stop in front of the skyscraper. The agent driver pulled the handbrake and face Liam. ?Now Liam,? she said, ?stay in this building. We need all hands on deck in there if we want to keep Pizaro and Jenna in custody. They?ll be staying there until we apprehend Nicholas and his contacts.? Liam didn?t respond. He opened his door, thanked them for their help and strode briskly towards the skyscraper. The three agents in the Landcruiser sighed and drove off into the mainstream traffic. In the skyscraper apartment complex opposite, Nicholas lowered his binoculars. ?We now know where they are? Jeorge,? he motioned to a big man beside him, ?remove these corpses, I believe we have found ourselves an apartment.? Jeorge nodded and dragged the lifeless bodies of a man, woman and a small girl, a family of three, into the next room for disposal later. Nicholas smiled, teeth showing. ?Call the team. We go in tonight. Is the bomb set?? Jeorge closed the door of the bedroom he had dumped the bodies. He placed a complex looking plastic explosive on the door and nodded, pressing both detonators to ?armed.? ?Excellent.? Muttered Nicholas. ?Jeorge, fetch me something to eat from their refrigerator, we have a six hour wait ahead of us.? The big man nodded and left the room. ~~~~~ Liam left the elevator and collapsed on his bed. This was starting to get weird. He?d never left anyone alive long enough for them to start a bounty on his head. He massaged his head. He?d been taking this job way to seriously, every time he closed his eyes the only thing he dreamed about was how to complete mission, how to rebuild a rifle, how to avoid capture? ~~~~~~ The three ASIO agents drove into a secluded alley of Sydney. It already had numerous Federal Agents and other ASIO officers present. All were armed to the teeth. ?What?s the status?? one of them asked. The agent in charge faced them, ?We got a lead on Nicholas, we traced his cronies to this building and we?re about to enter, we just needed the authority to do so sir.? The trio of agents from the Landcruiser smiled. They had almost forgotten their rank, they were a trio of Commanding officers, the female was the SYF Commander in Chief, but preferred to forget it and do proper work. The male Commander who had asked for the status looked up at the small rectangle of blue sky above them. Something was drumming on the back his mind. This was all to easy? He had only known this Nicholas for a very short time, but he knew that he was smart and something was definitely amiss. Something above caught the light and a dozen men appeared around the rectangle of sky. The male commander barely had the chance to shout the warning before the dozen above let rip with high-powered silenced weapons. On the rooftops around the twelve men, pigeons took off into the blue sky. The world around knew nothing, and continued it?s rapid pace. One of the twelve figures plucked a letter from his belt and let it drop onto the carnage below. It fluttered down the nine stories, bouncing off walls before coming to rest on the sticky blood below. Unbeknownst to the men above, two of the commanding officers noticed it?s landing from beneath the Landcruiser that had sheltered them. The female agent gritted her teeth, tightening her grip on her custom made pistol. ?Lets get out of here.? Muttered the figure far above.

[size=1][i]Meanwhile, in a world not so far away[/i][/size] Matt's father replaced the phone in it's cradle. 'So what's the news from Matt?' called Matt's mother from the other room. 'Nothing. Matt's plane was lost, it just vanished without a trace...that was the board of directors from the company Matt was working at. They lost about fifty of their employees on that flight. They've already started a man hunt....but to no avail. The satellite tracing beacon isn't responding or something...' Matt's father sighed and dropped down onto the couch. 'We've been told to expect the worst. If the plane has vanished without a trace...its likely that its on the bottom of the deepest trench in the ocean...if nothing comes up in three months, they're going to call off the search and a funeral will be held...' ~~~~~ Matt's body dozed, but his spirit seemed disjointed, restless even. Matt's dreams became steadily more odd...the plane underwater, sealed and filled with sixty odd people...dead and floating like ghosts. Well they [i]were[/i] ghosts... [i]So much for that conference eh Matt?[/i] chuckled one spirit, the barrister that was seated next to him when the flight hit the ocean. Matt nodded stiffly. [i]Odd ain't it eh?[/i] muttered another, [i]plenty of flights have made it safely over the Bermuda Triangle, why I've been just talking to our stewardess here, she's made this flight two hundred and three times, all safe and well.[/i] The stewardess nodded, [i]Yeah, this time it was real weird like, I was talking to the captain and he said the plane felt non-responsive, then all electrical cut out...he tried his best to fly manually and prolly saved a couple lives...but look at him now...he can't even drown his sorrows...[/i]

Matt raised an eyebrow. First pathetic stories and now light shows. He glanced around looking for the mirror reflecting the symbol moving towards his feet. In his search, he caught Asura's eye. Asura smiled, Matt felt a constricting pain around his throat. A choking sound burst from his lips as he raised his hands to find a strangler that wasn't there. His heart raced and everything suddenly felt louder. The room was swirling...he fell to his knees, still holding his throat. [i]Do you believe now...?[/i] Matt looked up at Ilekea, her voice was in his head, her lips weren't moving... Matt shook his head...there was no way he'd give into this...he fell forward onto his hands...the grip was tighter, he could only draw gasps...the room was out of focus...hold on...hold on... [i]Now do you believe?[/i] Her voice was stronger now, Matt could feel it gushing through his mind. [i] Do you give in? One nod and this will all be over...[/i] Matt coughed, it was a dry, raking cough, 'never...' he managed to utter. Asura looked surprised, the last one that had gone through this wasn't this arrogant...or brave. one of the two...Asura suddenly felt to lean to the former as Matt struggled to his feet. His face was red now. Any second now and Matt's head would pop. The trinity mark grew brighter and Matt buckled to his knees, now unable to draw any kind of breath at all. [i]You have so little time to live...give in now and you may survive.[/i] Matt felt delirious, Ilekea seemed to be glowing so many different colours at once. The voice ran through his head...he felt consciousness slipping away...he gave a feeble nod and fell spluttering to the ground. The mark faded. Matt rolled over onto his back, breathing heavily, blood receding from his face to a healthy pallor.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Deedlit [/i] [B][color=009966]For some reason, I imagine Liamc2's name differently. How do you pronounce that anyway? Lai am Lee am Lie am Lai ahm Lee ahm Lie ahm? [/color] [/B][/QUOTE] I guess it pays to get bored and investigate topics. Well I know how to pronounce it (thank goodness), but I don't know quite how to type it >

Matt raised an eyebrow, 'no not hungry, just very, very creeped out and annoyed.' His stomach made an angry hungry sound. Matt sighed and said, 'Alright, I lie. I'm starving. Just lead the way already.' Matt slipped his PDA out of a pocket in his backpack. It started up fine and was working perfectly. He looked down at it nestled perfectly in his palm... The inbuilt mobile phone popped up and read the message: [i]You are out of a servicable area, please contact your distributor and try again at another time.[/i] 'Hurray.' he thought, 'Well at least everything else works...and I doubt she'd know anything about satellite communications....I doubt anyone here knows a damn thing about them...' The priestess looked back at him, as though knowing what he was thinking. She shook her head and motioned for him to follow her.

Matt blinked. This was weird. This was beyond kooky. Right now he would have loved to be sitting in one of those boring conferences that never end...rather than lying under a waterfall with some crazy island lady staring at him. If the grove was cold, it was nothing compared to this water. He was expecting little chunks of ice to start forming in it. Unable to stand the cold anymore, he stepped back into the grove, water squelching in his now clean suit. 'One extremity to another.' he glanced at the priestess. 'Look, I'm getting off this ride now. Thankyou for your wonderful hospitality, but I'm leaving. I've had more than enough of this stuff.' Matt squeezed the water out of his clothes, wringing it out onto the ground. Satisfied, he picked up his pack and luggage and made his way across to the closed door. 'Where's the handle...' Matt turned back to the priestess. 'Oi, if you don't mind me asking, would you be so kind as to open this door for me?' The priestess's eyes shined as she said, 'The door will not open until the ritual is complete.' Matt sighed. 'Not meaning to be rude, I'm sure this ritual of yours is very important, but you can find someone else to bung this rubbish onto. Now, if you could please open this door and I'll be out of your hair forever. Well, until I get a rescue pick up. Then you'll never hear from me again...'

Matt didn't like this at all. Some crazy fanatic was making signs over him after having thrown blood over his body. He tried to get to his feet and run, but his arms and legs felt cold and stiff. He couldn't move...the room swirled and threatened to vanish into blackness. He suddenly felt tired...so very tired...he shook his head. 'Wha...what's going on..' Matt blinked furiously, a static blackness ate away corners of his sight. His face felt very hot. The logical part of his mind popped up and began spouting reason. [i]Look mate...you haven't eaten anything since the crash other than that coconut. You've been walking around in the sun with barely a litre of water in you...not to mention the sun. You've just gotten sick from heat exposure...that's all...[/i]

It does pale in comparision, but I found it amusing. [b]Afnanno:[/b] *section-izes it too* [b]Silver Statue c2:[/b] huh? [b]Afnanno:[/b] *shrugs* [b]Silver Statue c2:[/b] O.o [b]Afnanno:[/b] I've finally gone insane [b]Silver Statue c2:[/b] yes [b]Afnanno:[/b] before I was hovering over the border [b]Silver Statue c2:[/b] you've started talking to the voices [b]Afnanno:[/b] you're a voice too? [b]Silver Statue c2:[/b] yes [b]Silver Statue c2:[/b] and we've held a council [b]Silver Statue c2:[/b] we want you to stop bothering us, or we'll take legal actions [b]Afnanno:[/b] and you made some sort of final verdict over me, right? [b]Silver Statue c2:[/b] exactly [b]Silver Statue c2:[/b] now, BURN THEM LADDIE! BURN THEM ALL! [b]Silver Statue c2:[/b] *maniacle laughter*

Matt shifted the backpack's weight on his shoulders. He had followed this priestess, from her dress that was all he could assume, out of the town and into this forest. While the heat in the town was insufferable...the chill in this odd forest seeped into his bones. He buttoned up his suit coat and enjoyed the meagre warmth it gave. 'So,' he said, 'where are we going, exactly?' The priestess in front pulled a branch aside and stepped through a natural arch. Matt followed, lugging his suitcase with him. 'Wow...' he said in wonder, 'all these murals. Must be centuries old...' Matt fumbled with the clasps on his luggage and pulled out a small film camera. He adjusted the flash and took photos of the gloom. The priestess winced at the light and motioned for him to put the camera away. Matt grudgingly obliged and joined her near a bowl filled with some red liquid. He peered into it. Must be some type of berry juice... He took a sniff...odd...berry juice doesn't smell like that. He knew the smell. But how to place it... 'I know this...' he muttered. Something clicked and he took a step back, abhorred. 'It's blood! How vulgar!' The priestess raised and eyebrow and took his hand, taking it towards the bowl. 'Uh-uh, no way,' Matt said as he snatched his hand back, 'you can keep your kooky customs! I'm outta here!' Matt hurriedly shoved his camera back in his bag and grabbed the luggage before flying out of the grove.

Matt lay on his side for quite some time, only after the pain had subsided did he bother to stand up. 'Ow...ow...hurting...' Risking a stretch, Matt worked out the stiffness that had built up in his lower back. Feeling much better than before, he toddled over to a likely spot and repeatedly bashed the green skinned coconut on some pointy rocks. Fifteen minutes later he'd manage to skin the coconut and get at the gooey goodness through a small crack... Matt licked the white film off his fingers. At least he wasn't hungry anymore. He gave a contented sigh and leaned back against a rock. Feeling whimsical, he raised his head to look at the blue sky. Behind him he could hear the bushes rustling. Intrigued, he rolled over on his stomach and peered at the moving long grass. 'Erm...hello?' He said. A crude spear head poked out from the grass and waved it aside. Then something so odd and unnatural popped out, Matt lay there looking like a goldfish. The odd lizard like thing made several raspy sounds and pointed at Matt with his spear. Another two lizard creaters joined it and they too began pointing at him with their spears. Matt came to his senses and stood, the three lizards quickly placed their spears under his chin. 'Oh...dear...?' The first lizard motioned for Matt to pick up his baggage with his spear. Well...that's at least what Matt thought he wanted him to do... Matt hefted his gear and followed the lizard in the lead. Occaisionally the two lizards behind would give him a sharp jab in the behind for good measure. After the sixth time Matt muttered 'At this rate my suit is going to be ruined...'

It really doesn't surprise me at all. As an FSO (Family Services Officer) my father deals with this kind of thing every day. (Cloricus and Lilac Oranges would know about this) When he was out at Roma he had to deal with being shot at, armed police escorts, and in some cases he had to run in, with a flakk jacket on, get the child, run out all the while unarmed and under the risk of being shot to death. There are parents in the world that are completely hopeless and stupid. My father told us about some of the stuff he's been through, and it was enough to make you flinch. And that isn't even the stuff under the Secrecy/Silence 50 year code act that he had to take out. And now he's at Maryborough doing the same thing...

[quote][i]Originally posted by gokents[/i][b] like the hotel attack that claimed a sizeable number of aussies lives a couple months back.[/b][/quote] Good thing you told me that, after all, I'm not Australian, I'm really just a cold hearted piece of rock lying in the bottom of the ocean. Thick and blind to match. [quote][i]Originally posted by gokents[/i][b] Im not even gonna bother wasting the knowledge on you, [/b][/quote] How [i]very[/i] merciful of you. [quote][i]Originally posted by gokents[/i][b] but go learn the military history of the gulf war from the americans, british or french if you must, all of them will show an honestly amazing victory by allied forces.[/b][/quote] Heyup, didn't you say you were going to spare me the details? And I wouldn't say amazing...after all, Saddam is still in power isn't he? Not to mention he torched very valuable oil fields in his retreat. However, if you mean 'amazing' as in Saddam didn't decide to kill everyone with his weapons of mass destruction, yes I'd agree with you there. Oh, wasn't there something a while back about 'Allied' soldiers suffering from radiation poisoning from the depleted Uranium warheads the 'Allied' forces used? Or have I gone and gotten my wars messed up? It's so hard you know, with all these unnecessary bloodbaths going on and all... [quote][i]Originally posted by gokents[/i][b] I do not see any reason to act like the liberation of kuwait was a failed war effort.[/b][/quote] Excuse me? Did I mention Kuwait? Or have I suddenly developed astral projection and impressed my mighty thoughts upon your mind?

I only heard of sum 41 when they were on FLY TV a while back. And I found them mildly amusing, they seemed to be interesting people to interview. Their music wasn't too half baked either...

I'm going to have to agree with JC, but the rest of you do have good points. First of all, America has done some amazing things for the world...like invent the hamburger...o.o; I just can't shrug off the nagging feeling that George Bush is really only continueing his father's failed war. And really, do you trust a man that says, 'Most of America's imports come from outside of America,' with that much firepower? o.O; Isn't this odd? Australia used to be considered a pathetic military force and no one would ever, ever pay any attention to it and make jokes about it. Now suddenly America's interested in Australia's SAS forces, all of them have been called back to duty, taken off leave and some even have been pulled out of retirement... As I was trying to say before, George Bush wants a war, a smokescreen as it were and wants everyone else to join in and 'get the bad guys.'

Rinalph stood and made in the general direction of whence he came. He'd found out what had taken off so suddenly and flown so swiftly, so that was good. Now it seemed he needed to find where he had started from. He had only just begun his journey when the dank smell of Orc came to his nostrils...the smell of Orc moving swiftly and hunting something. In a panic, Rinalph leapt up into the nearest tree not a moment too soon. Below him twenty or so Orcs gathered together, each from a different direction, a hunting party. 'Where is he?' one muttered in an unholy tongue 'I can smell him!' hissed another. 'His tracks lead here...' when the third had finished speaking, the rest of the Orcs looked up into the trees. Rinalph groaned and felt his body morphing into the slim human form from his Orcish one. When his body had finished changing, his a size too big helmet fell off his head, hitting the ground with a clang. Rinalph placed a hand on his sword, it was only seconds know. All eyes were on the helmet. 'That's his it is!' 'Oi! It fell from that tre- urk...' Rinalph unsheathed his sword from the last Orc who had spoken. The rest gazed at him warily. Murmers of 'man things' ran through the remaining nineteen. The nearest Orc to Rinalph let out a cry of anger and rushed at him with his pike. Rinalph caught the offending weapong with one of his hands and beheaded him with the sword in the other. The headless Orc fell to the ground. Rinalph felt surprised, he knew for sure that if he had been in his orcish shape he'd be part of someone's head collection by now... The eighteen remaining Orcs felt it necessary to attack him all together. Rinalph felt slightly euphoric, parry, parry, thrust, parry, jab...in short time he was slick with black blood and extremely tired. Dazed, Rinalph tottered along the forest floor in the general direction of the house he had left. He could see the house in the distance and tottered through the door. Jenica looked up from a new piece of needlework, 'What the hell happened to you? No matter, you're just in time to help me with the washing...mind you, it'd be better if you bathed first. I trust you can do that by yourself?'

Liam chuckled, ?as much as I?d love to see you two train, I?m going to go enjoy the sights and sounds of civilisation.? ?Again? Didn?t you get your wallet stolen last time?? Jaudiar risked a glance to where Liam was standing, he had already left and made his way to the elevator. Liam heard the sounds of training resume just as the doors closed. The elevator made it?s slow and steady descent. ~~~ Liam ambled along the many streets Sydney had to offer. For a world that felt on the brink of terror, there were an awful lot of tourists. Liam wandered through the bustling city centre. He sat at a small café and had started to feel more like his good self when a white Holden sedan pulled up alongside the open air café. Liam paid it no attention. Hundreds of cars had gone past here already. A large shadow fell across his small metal table. Liam glanced up into the face of a well-dressed man in his early twenties. A well dressed [I]Colombian[/I] man. ?Excuse me,? the man said- [I]-?odd?his face reminds me of Pizaro[/I] Liam thought The man continued, ?are you by any chance Liam?? Liam raised an eyebrow, ?nah mate,? he said in a heavy ?Australian? accent, ?Andrew. ? The man raised his eyebrow fractionally, ?oh I think not [I]Mister[/I] Liam. Pitiful ruses such as those will not fool us?? Liam grinned, ?mate, is this like, you know, one of those candid camera shows? So where?s the camera?? The man chuckled and ran a finger along his toothbrush moustache. Two hands were placed on Liam?s shoulders. He looked up and found two burly looking men looking down at him. A glance at the car told him that a very bulky and expensive looking camera was poking out. A wiry man walked over carrying sound recording equipment. Very clever? The well dressed man smiled at Liam and sat down, ?Liam. Drop the ruse. You know very well that no one will interfere with us now. You are going to talk and tell me where you have my father and sister held.? [I]Father? Oh great, thankyou very much ASIO, you?re doing a brilliant job in keeping an eye out for me?[/I] Liam leant forward on the table, ?Look I have no idea what you are talking about. First of all I don?t even know you, second of all, did you know you have a red birthmark?? The well-dressed man raised an eyebrow; the two men holding Liam to his seat flinched. A small red dot had itself nice and comfortable on the centre of his face, and then it moved slowly down, across his heart, along the table, through Liam?s order and stopped on Liam?s own chest. The well-dressed man chuckled, ?You see Liam, even your government abandons you! It saves me a lot of trouble.? As the last words left his mouth, the well-dressed man?s goons slumped to the ground, bleeding badly from chest wounds. Taking this as an opportunity for escape, Liam leapt to his feet and ran across the street, the well-dressed man was shouting something incoherent in another language, but Liam wasn?t paying attention. He had to run. The lobby security back at base had removed all of his weapons and identification as a means for his own protection, and to keep him out of trouble. [I]Some protection?[/I] Liam ran through a busy shopping mall, through the Myer's entrance, through the shop and out into the food court. Liam glanced around. To the front were the two escalators leading to the exit. Liam ran for it, sliding down the middle of the escalators and out into the main street. Checking the road was clear, Liam ran for it, and then a Landcruiser came rushing out of nowhere? ?Oh?damn?.? Except?the Landcruiser was in the other lane?it screeched to a halt in front of the startled public and the doors were thrown open. Inside were two men and a woman, they all flashed their ASIO badges and then pulled him inside. Liam looked up at them, dazed, as the Landcruiser rushed along the main road. ?Liam,? the closest agent began, ?that man back there was Pizaro?s son. We believed he had fled to Switzerland, but when we arrived he had gone. You see, he is in charge of almost all of Pizaro?s weapons sales. He had gotten wind of what had happened at Pizaro?s mansion in Colombia and is now out to get you.? Liam still looked very dazed. All he managed to say was, ?Huh?? The agent continued, ?Liam, he?s out to get his father and his sister back. Already he has gone to enormous lengths. He?s issued an international bounty on your head.? Liam?s mouth opened and shut, ?but?but?but?I didn?t do all of that, hell, tell him to go blame [b]Ryan[/b] it was all bloody Ryan?s fault?Ryan allll the way?? Liam sagged in his seat, he was aware that the three agents gave furtive looks to one another. Liam waved a hand for them to continue. ?Pizaro?s son, Nicholas, has already formed a grudge against you, you and your sister. He managed to brainwash your sister after capturing her on that mission?? Liam raised a hand, ?uh, what the hell did I do to him?? The agent chuckled, ?Remember those weapons manufacturing plants you and Jessie destroyed, and that money laundering plant?? ?Vaguely?? ?All of those were indirectly under Nicholas?s and Pizaro?s control.? ?Hurray for them.? ?You ended up destroying about ten billion dollars worth of terrorist assets.? ?Goody.? ?So that brings us to here, you capturing Pizaro and Jenna was the straw that broke the camel?s back as it were.? ?Very, very well put.?

Yes, and they also used a form of quicklime to 'gas' out any opponents who might be digging underneath their walls. Also, I can't remember if it's true or not, during the wars of the roses the armies would catapult roses over the walls for the women inside, also as a challenge to the troops inside. (You see the two symbols of the two armies in the Wars of the Roses were a white rose and a red rose)