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[b]Name:[/b] Steven Allen [b]Age:[/b] 27 [b]Gender: [/b] Male [b]Weapon:[/b] Chair Leg (club) [b]Occupation:[/b] Metal Storm Representitive (Arms devolopment facility in Australia) [b]Bio:[/b] Steven arrived in Racoon city to investigate the Metal Storm research and development facility, unfortunately he stepped on a rusty nail at the airport. As he hadn't received his tetnus booster recently, he was driven to the hospital. .and thats when things started to go wrong. . [b]Description:[/b] Black hair, brown eyes, 6ft dressed in a black suit [b]Personality:[/b] Steven extroverted and tends to be arrogant at times when under stress, also he has the full on Aussie accent, and a small yuppie demeanour

genkai_yyh: please don't double post, use the edit feature ------- Well with all these complaints we should probably email them to the game programmers or something like that o_o

Fine well, the RPG is dead, Anti, your char is in as a non birth right character, and cloricus (why the sudden jaws music in the background????) You know have Warlocks place. It seems you have turned your act around, keep it up

However, if you do wish to get up close to some of our wildlife, please do it through some form of zoo, or visit Steve Irwin's own Zoo up at Beerwah Northen Queensland. As foolish as he may seem on TV, he does actually know alot about animals and has managed to create a substantial Australian wildlife Zoo. Please don't quote me on that.

[i]Athen snorted awake and looked around the van, the same crew was sitting around him while the room shook as it hit divets in the road. He glanced down to see the damage, only to find it had healed, and he was in some white robe. He checked for his gun while the crew watched, it was there sure enough. So they trusted him, good it might help[/i] Athen: Where are we? NPC1: Driving Athen: No, where are you taking me, and how did the healing happen so quickly, whats going on? NPC2: You will find out soon Athen: tell me what the hell is going on [i]Athen subconciously slid his finger on the trigger as his anger rose[/i] NPC1: You will find out in time, as we said before, rest now and soon we will arrive Athen: . . . I'm serious, don't. mess. with. me. NPC3: Show him his reflection, he will figure out the rest Athen: what the hell are you on about. No, wait. What the hell are you [b]on[/b] [i]One stood up and gave Athen a grubby mirror. To humour them and himself, he raised the mirror to his eye level, and promptly dropped it with a curse rising in his throat. His face, neck and chest, hidden behind the robe, were marked with ornate blue tatoos, it seemed the female lightbearer had overstepped herself in repairing his broken body[/i] Athen: you made me one of them you scungy b******* [i]The door to the cab opened, revealing the lightbearer in flesh. She walked forward and closed it behind her before speaking[/i] Woman: Not one of them, no, I left them long ago. One of us. We are a group of a select rebellion. Many of our kind lie rotting in that accursed forest because of your actions. Athen: . . .[i]bloody hell[/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i] [B][color=royalblue]I think very few of you know [i]anything[/i] about kangaroos...[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] I do know that if you hit a fully grown grey at 110kmph in a Prado without bullbars, the stupid thing will get up and hop away.:cross: The whole 4wd shook with the force of the hit, front was slightly dented but not too much damage _______ The fact of the panther has been somewhat proven, photographs, footprints. But you really can't say they exist until you get stalked and eaten by one in NSW o_O;;;

Ah. .so thats what it was called, that explains why I couldn't get myself off that old electric fence. Long story made short ;) Anyhow the fence was near this river that was being used for a stake church activity, any how a friend and I abandoned our craft and walked along the bank. Well we came across this old star picket fence, and there were no warnings of a current. So any how, as it stopped by the water, I grabbed onto the post to swing myself around it to the other side. Surprise surprise, my arm wouldn't budge, and there was this strangest sensation rippling up it. Well my friend stood there dumbfounded, and I looked at my arm thinking "what the hell is going on here?" But after a generous amount of shaking and focus, my wrist opened and I fell into the water. Lucky I wasn't still holding onto the fence at the time :drunk:

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Queen Asuka [/i] [B][color=crimson][size=1]Oh YEAH! Now I remember seeing kangaroos on the Crocodile Hunter! I don't think there's any animal in existance that Steve Irwin can't handle. He's so funny to watch and everything[/color][/size] [/B][/QUOTE] Good lord. . ________ Hmm exotic things. .well we do have some black panthers loose, photos, sheep that have been ripped to pieces. . In case you're wondering where the panthers came from, it seems they are descendants from panthers that were mascots for the American Airforces during WWII You find out the strangest things from people that work in the DPI(Department of Primary industries)

Such is life really. . Ok, I have one of those stories from back out western Australia way, Roma side that I heard from my dad. _______ A son of a big time cattle farmer in Roma had moved into the Suburbs with his young family. Well he started to get a lot of trouble, in the form of someone stealing his letter boxes, and no matter what he did, concrete, nail gun, welding torch, his letter box was always gone on the weekend. One weekend his father came down from the cattle property, bringing with him his industrial battery he used to make small temporary electric fences. Well the father had already heard about the letter box being stolen from his son's wife, and he decided to do something about it. He got his industrial battery and took it out the front, hiding it near the letter box, then he got some conductive metal sheeting and put it at the base of the box, connecting wires to it through the battery and through the metal letter box. The father then flicked on the battery and sat to wait inside the house. Around 3 am in the morning a ute drove up to the the house and a group of teenagers got out to get the letter box. It being dark and them half drunk, the didn't hear the ticking sound of the current, nor notice the wires. So one of them wobbled up to the letter box and grabbed it, only to find himself getting the shock of his life, and unable to move because the current was holding him there. So the others, laughing at him, walked up to him to pull him off, they too were stuck. After a while the father went upand turned off the battery, the teenagers got up and drove away rather wonkily, all of them still twitching

We all know our parents and families have stories to tell. Often they come up during evenings when guests and friends are over. Most of the time, in my families case, they are hilarious somethings or other that my dad got up to with his two brothers and two sisters. For instance, my father and his younger brother got up one chilly Toowoomba morning to light the wood stove. They had seen their father, my grandfather, using this mysterious blue water to help light the fire(kerosene) Being young at the time, they used the whole containerfull. Not surprisingly enough they lost their eyebrows and gave the stove pipe a rather thorough cleaning. Neighbours from around the area rushed over when they heard the roar and noticed the 5 foot flames exploding out of the chimney. Just one of the things my father got up to. One more event involves firecrackers in chokos and throwing them into the chicken run. After that, my dad said, the chooks wouldn't look twice at a choko before running for cover. ---- Not all stories have funny endings, many tell tale of some hardships my parents came across in their lives. One such story involves my fathers first marriage. My dad first married a wonderful young lady, or so my father thought. She had the strange idea in her mind that no matter what she did, my father will be always married to her. So, with that untrue thought in her mind she started running off and having affairs. One day my father found out from someone, and he told her that they were going to get a divorce. So he left for work, and returned to find the house totally empty, void of anything and everything. The car gone. The bank and credit cards maxed out. Not to mention all these bills that she had not payed and used the money to buy expensive clothes. All in all 13 thousand dollars worth of debt. As she had announced in the paper that she was no longer married to my father, somehow she had disowned the debt, taken all the furniture and whitegoods my father had purchased over the years, maxed out the credit cards, and left. Taking their son with her just to spite my father because she knew that that was the only thing that would truly hurt my father. Cruel how some people are. . But this story has a happy ending, my father, finding out that he had lost his job, yet another unfortunate event to top it off, moved in with his brother and his brother's wife. This is where he met my mother. He was smitten by her, and to be able to go on a date with her, sold his only suit to be able to afford it. My mother also grew madly in love with him, and they got married. Also another story here, 3/4 of their wedding gifts were stolen by the guests. 16 or so years later from their wedding I'm here writing this up, sharing a part of our history. Every time I hear this story, my father always says, "These things happen, but all you can do is move on and laugh about it, better to be happy than to sit on the past and grow bitter" Unlike the movies, we don't live in riches and wealth, but we do live happily ever after. Hardships come and go, but its family that matters. I hope a bit of my heritage gives you a little happiness. Share a bit of your past around

*hides behind a sign that states "No I did not tell them about the boards"* :p ---- Well we could say that everyone wants to be someone else, at one point or another. Theres no denying it, self esteem cannot remain constant. You could say that its human nature to believe the grass is always greener on the other side. .

No its not sad at all. Sad is getting lots and lots of head shots with a Magsec4 After two days both of us had already earned 11 killmaster awards apiece and 10+ headshot awards. There was something else. .hmm. . :p ____ I almost forgot one game that really bugs me, Zelda. The dungeons a so repetitive, not to mention it drives me nuts when I save and find myself back at the dungeon entrance, even though I was two steps away from the boss. Bleh. Good thing I didn't buy the games, prolly would have buried it in some unknown territory in my bedroom. . Word of advice out there, always borrow the game first!

Annoying eh? Hows this for annoying. Humming out loud the Mexican hat dance ditty while whooping *** in Perfect Dark multiplayer? 'tis cruel to snipe a afore laid remote mine with an AR34 as your team mate runs past. 'tis even more cruel to do it twice. .and all the while humming the mexican hat dance ditty You do not want to play that game with me :laugh: _______ Funniest thing is, I don't own a 64, and that was the second time I'd ever played Perfect Dark in about 3 years. :rotflmao: Heh, some games you just click to. *continues chortling when he thinks how much his friend plays the 64* MUHAHAHA!!!! *cough*

OOC: ok guys I'm working on something here. .leave me for a while. . ____ [i]Athen's eyes flickered open, the group in the van all looked down at him. One of them got up and walked to the front and opened a door, entering the cabin. Soon enough someone else came out, a woman. Athen glanced and noticed the tell tale tatoo's and blue markings of a lightbearer. He tried to move, reach his gun even, but all his energy had gone and he couldn't even lift his head.[/i] Athen: . . .*cough* what. .do. .you want? Woman: *smiles and pulls out some instruments* the worm inside you has grown large...strange you have lived so long [i]She continues to cut Athen's chest, he winces as something moves, the others in the van raise their weapons. A loud screech resounds as she pulls out something black and squirming, there is sound of gunfire and Athen blanks out[/i]

Ok. .three people want to be me. And they're all girls. *thinks it over* I don't know whether to feel very privileged Or to be scrounging what money I can and booking a flight to Timbuktoo o.o;; .... or Tara.... lol ;)

If I could be anyone at all, I'd prolly stay the same person. I haven't got a real problem with who I am, and I'm happy to stay the way I am :)

Well, the idea of killing the mentally retarded because of something they very well would not understand is wrong, seems very very stupid to me. I know conditions vary depending on the mental handicaps, but I have been around a large variety of people with these handicaps. Many of them take a long time to know the difference between right and wrong, a very sad thing indeed. But that aside, the death penalty is also stupid by itself Killing a person that has taken many lives is the best thing you can do for them, think about it. Would you rather live with the images of those you killed while imprisoned in some concrete hell for the rest of your life? Or just end it all? Just food for thougt. .

Beaches, I've seen a few. .*thinks* Batemans Bay; Ulladulla NSW 1770; North Queensland Lady Musgrave island on the great barrier reef, an hours trip by boat to pristine coral and stuff from 1770 Newcastle; Sydney NSW - (plus point is if you know where to go you can find tank traps and army stuff. .) Many Miscellanious beaches along the Gold Coast QLD and Surfers Paradise (very nice) But the best beach of all would have to be Lake Makenzie(sp?) on Fraser Island. A huge lake that is totally fresh water and pure white sand. When you're in the water, everything is transparent. Clear as day to see the sand below your feet. The lake even has miniwaves o-o, but the best thing is you can drink it, its sweeter and more pure than any spring water, free from chemicals. :D Ok, this is not Makenzie, but it is a beach on Fraser Island: [img]http://www.env.qld.gov.au/environment/recreation/areas/scwb11a.jpg[/img]

Saethi sat and watched Summer walk away. He could follow, but could easily not and stay in this hole. The feel of darkness was good, soothing even. He stood and pulled his sunglasses out of his bloodstained pocket. He looked down at them for a moment, then gave in and put them on, jogging after Summer.

Hmm, 4th July? Well as I am not American I won't be doing anything really....but it is still holidays...so mebbe I'll...sit in front of the computer o_O;;

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sere Tuscumbia [/i] [B] The other game I get mad at a lot is Perfect Dark, when Joanna (or one of her stupid little friends) does something stupid, or when you do something stupid (like erasing the Combat Simulator info when you're three levels from the best/perfect score there is) yourself, then I just go and grab 8 really stupid simulants, and kill them over and over and over (you get the idea) for an hour. Or punch them to death. That's fun too. [/B][/QUOTE] Perfect dark eh? I played that with a friend while down at the Gold Coast. .the first time we played we fried the game. .literally, the game pack doesn't work anymore :grumble: But we hired out a new game from the video stall so it was all good. But the thing that really annoys me about the game is how the sims constantly throw remote mines!!! It is very annoying when you shoot the sim, and you die also because your twin cyclones blow up the 10 mines the guy was throwing. . But I suppose they deserve to do that. .especially seeing as head shot points I get with the SuperDragon kinda are unfair. .not to mention the head shots with the grenade function. .*cough* we will speak no more of that. .

OOC: well when you get bored. .you make really long posts in microsoft works Summer sighed. Now was not the time for someone to be stubborn, especially with the area so active with vampyres. No, the area [i]around[/i] them so active with vampyre. ?How nice of you to wait for us. Now if you don?t mind, we?re going to kill you now? the lone vampyre smiled, guessing what Summer was thinking, ?No my language is not incorrect St Clair,? he snapped his fingers, ?[i]We?re[/i] going to kill you now!? Out of the shadows emerged an army of vampyres, it seemed killing Falineic struck a nerve with them. A few last vampyres dropped from the trees, running to take their places with the others. Summer twitched, while Saethi sat with his mouth hanging open. ?Summer,? he asked, ?Could you do a guy a favour and pop his arm back in? I think you?re going to need the help...? Summer reluctantly nodded and walked over to him, strangely enough the vampyres did nothing until the loud crack echoed, announcing Saethi?s arm was back in place. Both he and Summer stood, facing the group in front of them, Saethi transformed and removed his sunglasses while Summer tightened her grip on the stake. ?You?re one big hunk of vampyre bait aren?t you?? ?Yup,? Summer smiled, ramming the stake into one of the closest vampyres. Saethi followed suit and openhandedly slapped another vamp into a tree, snatching his pistol and emptying the clip into another. He continued to use the empty gun to pistol whip the rest, leaving quite a few broken jaws and removing IQ points left and right. Summer on the other side of the pack made her way through to the leader of the vamps. She swung the stake behind her, something shrieked and exploded into dust, the leader smirked and walked back. His place was taken soon enough however, a team of vampyres rushed forward, each brandishing a crossbow and a quiver of bolts. ?Crossbows?...why not guns?...ah sh*t? Summer spun round to call out a warning to Saethi as the first volley flew out. ?Eh? Wassamatter?? Saethi smacked another vamp and turned to the voice...and cursed. Summer tried to peer through the cloud of dust while avoiding the fire from more vamps on the side. Another volley of bolts was released, more shrieks came and more dust exploded into the sky. Summer had seen vamps kill their own before, but not on this scale... ?Hold fire!,? the now familiar voice of the unknown leader rang out. The dust settled and a hunched figure was revealed, a pool of black blood had formed around it, but it was alive. Saethi raised his head, and stood, staring straight into the face of the remnants. He ripped out the bolt from his heart, that was no cupids arrow. His normally blue eyes had dulled to a solid grey, no feeling or emotion was behind them, just a window to his soul of stone. He shuddered, hands twitching, the knuckles were bleeding profusely, not to mention the blood freely pouring out of the sides of his mouth. Summer stood with a fixated horror, absentmindedly staking something that leaped at her. Meanwhile, Saethi shrieked and doubled over, folding his arms around his waist. After a while there was silence, then he looked up and roared. Two long knifelike teeth had grown, the rest of his mouth had shrunk, Summer shuddered, those were working teeth...Saethi licked the blood from the sides of his mouth, and raised his hands. His knuckles had large bony outgrowths, nails had grown into steely claws. All the while the cold grey eyes focused on the remnants, the frontline shook and fled into the stakes of those behind them. The leader smiled and beckoned Saethi forward. Summer crept to the side, Saethi had provided a distraction, all she needed to get at the leader...she?d deal with the mess later. Saethi ran forward, slamming his fist into the first vampyres face, an oddly satisfying squelch replied. Saethi continued through the group, creating a spoor of bleeding and convulsing bodies. Soon Saethi was gazing into the eyes of the leader, as he raised his fist to hit the face, it exploded into a cloud of dust. Summer shoved the stake back into her belt and looked around the carnage. This was not good. Saethi watched her beadily as she walked around and staked the survivors. Something snapped inside his mind, blood was trickling down the side of her arm...he shook his head...something told him not to...but he leapt anyway... Summer turned to see Saethi charge at her, ?Oh sh*t just what I need..,? just as Saethi got closer, she spun round and collided her foot to his head. Saethi fell to his knees, detransforming into his normal self, with the exception of the cold grey eyes...

Isthane closed his eyes, it had been a while now. .so it seemed that his mother had been wrong after all. For once at least. He smiled and looked around the room, the oracle was still silent and the room was still empty. Maybe there was time for him to have a stroll outside. . He turned and walked for the exit, calling out an explanation to the oracle and the sinants. "Probably enough time to make a few rounds. ."

Saethi rolled his eyes at what had happened, ?Talk about out of the fat and into the fire,? he sighed, ?People say that things come in threes. First of all, I lost my humanity. Then I lose my family and my bike, then after that I lose my best friend and the car he gave me, GOD DAMMIT! Why can?t people say that when something goes bad, its never going to get any better!? Saethi looked at Summer, apparently ignoring him. ?You don?t have to carry me you know. Bloody hell! This all started to take a cliff like downhill when that crossbow bolt came at me,? he sighed, ?I would stake myself, but what?s the point? Not only am I a coward when it comes to suicide, but the stake doesn?t work.? Summer stopped at this. ?What do you mean a stake doesn?t work?? ?It doesn?t work. Full stop. Do I have to spell it out for you?? ?No, what do you mean the stake doesn?t work?? ?Some vampyre b*stard already tried? At this point Saethi stopped leaning on Summer and pulled a stake out of his jacket, a stake that was tinted black. ?See? The creep stabbed it in my heart, I hope the irony of a black-hearted vampyre isn?t lost on you.? Summer looked over the stake, examining the point closely before glancing back at Saethi. ?Are you saying that this hit you dead on in the heart, and you aren?t dust? Where?s the wound then?? ?Healed? ?Right, when exactly did this happen?? ?Oh about four hours ago when I was landed in what I think is the future. God this place creeps me out, all those weird people giving me funny looks, not to mention the police that run away as soon as they see me face!? Saethi sighs and leans against one of the trees, sliding down to the ground. ?Just leave me here, this hell will not get worse for me. No matter what dimension of it I?m in.?

The sanctum was cool inside, shadows flickered on the tapestries hanging around the walls. Sitting in the far corner was the oracle, two sinants of the spirits flanked her sides, muttering chants under their breath. Isthanae slid over to one side of the room, waiting for the others to arrive. He thought about the quest, and what they were going to have to do to complete it. ?Going behind enemy lines, into an orc and formorian stronghold, does not sound like the job for a simple Cithan of the watch.? Isthanae sighed ?This would feel so much easier if Lisa was here...? Absentmindedly Isthanae grasped for the silver ring hung around his neck while staring at the ceiling. Somehow the cold metal bore him comfort, again he sighed and let go of the ring, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. ?A simple guard...nothing more...just a- a simple guard...? ~~~~~ Outside, the Theothan finished his speech, the crowd cheered and applauded as he left the podium and walked into the sanctum. Theothans from other villages followed close behind, talking quickly about the operation the 6 were to undertake. ?Don?t you think it would be better to send in trained professionals? Not just some reckless young adults off the streets?? said one. ?Hear hear! I myself want trained swordsmen and archers, an army even, to take this task! How can such a small group undertake such a reckless and dangerous mission?? argued another. Meanwhile, the Theothan of the village remained silent. His eyes were upon the oracle and Isthanae in the corner. He silenced the others with a wave of his hand before walking up to the oracle herself. The two sinants bowed to him and continued the chant. The oracle opened her eyes, glancing at Isthanae before staring at the Theothan before her. ?Theothan of Micara, what is it you request? Surely thou do not question the words of the spirits?? The Theothan was tentative at first, but replied, ?I do not question Oracle, but I do wonder at how these six can undertake such a task? Not to mention the fact that only one is here!? ?Ah Theothan, I see you fear what will happen to your town while the Cithan is away,? Isthanae?s ears pricked up at her words, ?But I am certain that the rest of the guards are not incompetent? Surely you have trained them well?? The Theothan looked rather embarrassed, but nodded, accepting that he had been found out. ?As about your questions, the others will arrive when they arrive.? The oracle looked at the other Theothans, ?The six will survive not only on skill but in their afore given power. All your questions, however will be answered in due time. That is all.? The Theothans glanced at one another, at a loss for words, the only time they spoke was in protest as they were ushered out of the sanctum. The oracle had only two words to utter as they left. ?They come?