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[indent][font=Trebuchet MS][size=2]"Hey, Cel, when?s breakfast gonna be ready?? Remerant asked, trying to sound as humble as possible but still knowing his tone would make little difference in the end. He was right; she glanced at him briefly and continued to work, but the violence with which she cracked an egg on the side of the pan told him to find something else to do while he was waiting. He stepped out to the patio and sighed, inhaling the fresh air and the aroma omelets being made in the room behind him. He jammed his hands in his pockets and looked down at the stone flooring. When he did this, he noticed something odd; some of the dirt he had tracked in when he returned from the forest yesterday had been displaced by something large enough to make this noticeable and something small enough to have remained unknown to both him and Cel through the night. A minor detail like this would only have been picked up by someone like Remerant; a shifter with keen senses meant for prowling, mainly for use in his shapeshifted form. And regardless of the evidence that someone might have been listening in on them, he didn?t want to get Cel worried over something so insignificant. She would, in fact, most likely scold him for trying to get her scared for his own amusement. Rem crouched down and with his index finger traced into the dirt: [/size][/font] [center][font=Impact][size=2]WHO ARE YOU?[/size][/font][size=2] [/size] [/center] [font=Trebuchet MS][size=2] He stood and nonchalantly surveyed the horizon before returning to the house. ?The weather?s bad. Another bad day for going into town, so why don?t we stay home?? he said as he entered the door. Cel had just flipped the omelets onto small, ceramic plates and was placing them on the wooden table. ?I know, I went out before you woke up. I had to feed the horses. All the hay was wet, and they seemed kinda upset. The chickens, too.? Remerant rested his head on his hand and looked up at her from his chair at the table. ?Maybe someone they didn?t know went into the stable??? he asked, more to himself than to Cel. She glared at him suspiciously as she sat down. ?Does Rem know something or is he just trying to be amusing?? Remerant grinned, happy to be taken semi-seriously. ?Last night, remember how you complained that I tracked dirt all over the patio?? She nodded. ?Well, when I went outside just a second ago, there were traces of footsteps and a weak attempt of hiding them.? Knowing what Cel?s next move would be, Remerant continued. ?And it couldn?t have been you, because you always go out the back.? Cel sighed. This wouldn?t exactly be the first stalker she?d ever picked up. Sometimes a dirty old man would follow her as far as city limits, but that was about it. And she hadn?t been to town in a week, so if it was indeed some poor, depraved bastard, they were either very persistent or very insane. ?So some pervert?s been stalking us?? Cel asked absent-mindedly as she stuffed some omelet in her mouth. ?That would be me.? A silhouette appeared at the doorway. The draconian never sat, and refused Cel?s offer of Remerant?s breakfast. She seemed suspiciously determined to complete her only apparent goal, and would no doubt use force if necessary. ?I have orders to escort one Remerant Emrael to Memoria. I suggest that you comply.? The Stalker said stiffly. She was holding a spear that looked more ornamental than battle-worthy, but was fearsome nevertheless. She was also adorned in full armor, and must have been very good at sneaking around to have been undetected for so long. ?Orders from who? And why should I ?comply? to them?? Rem asked as if this information should have been included in the draconian?s previous statement. The Stalker did not look at all troubled by the challenge, and held her form. ?That will be explained when you reach Memoria. This is very urgent business, and I?m sure your wife will be supported while you are with us.? Cel would have protested, had money not been mentioned. She would indeed need support if Remerant ran off somewhere, and she figured that who ever would be helping would be less inclined to do so if the two weren?t bound by marriage. ?Go, Rem.? Cel said with a certain finality, ?Apparently the world needs you.?[/size][/font][font="][/font] [/indent]

[font=Trebuchet MS][size=2]Actually, rather than move this thread, I think I'm going to close it. I'm pretty sure there already is a discussion for Final Fantasy VIII in the Play It forum, though, so feel free to go there.[/size][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][size=2]Alright, LeonWolf, here's why I'm closing this:[/size][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][size=2]First off, the overall quality of the post isn't very good. You need to be specific in what you want to talk about, for starters. This is also in the wrong forum; if you want to talk about video games, then you would do it in the Play It forum rather than the Underground, which is for discussion of [i]text-based [/i]Roleplays that are done by our members in the Arena.[/size][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][size=2]Be sure to read the rules and the stickies on the top of each foum as well. They should clear up any questions. ^_^[/size][/font]

[center][color=#333333][font=Trebuchet MS] [/font][/color] [/center] [font=trebuchet ms][color=#333333][font=Trebuchet MS][/font][/color][/font][font=trebuchet ms][color=#333333]They turned the corner, each in matching clothes and chatting to each other cluelessly. "Gah!" shouted one, as a leviathan blade swung seemingly from nowhere and knocked him to the ground, abruptly ending his life as '1925' appeared above his head in a garish red. The other with him smiled. "I'm making a photo album."[/color][/font][font=trebuchet ms][color=#333333][font=Trebuchet MS][/font][/color][/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS][size=2] [font=trebuchet ms][size=2][color=#333333][b]Name:[/b] Remerant Emrael [b]Age:[/b] 26 [b]Race:[/b] Shifter [b]Location:[/b] Lerion [b]Appearance: [center][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v130/Archetype777/ParanoiaCharacter.gif[/img][/center] [/b] [b]Spells/Weapons:[/b] Due to the abilities of the shifter, weapons are more of a formality for Remerant. What he does use if he is either too tired (lazy) to shapeshift is a leather glove reinforced by iron plating. What makes the glove more offensive than defensive are the short metal spikes affixed to the knuckles. Though Remerant is right-handed, the glove is used on the left hand, so that the right arm is free to use the nearest suitable object as a weapon, if necessary. He relies heavily on his ability to shapeshift, which is obvious due to his lack of practical weaponry. The form Remerant takes when shapeshifted is of the mythical demonic wolf Fenrir. The human form of this shifter is no comparison to his potential; a gray wolf the size of a small car, with long barbs attached to the Achilles tendon of each leg and to the skull behind each ear. These barbs are capable of both cutting an opponent and transferring dangerous currents of electricity through their body. The other, more obvious function of the form are the fangs and claws of the wolf, the purpose of which don't really need to be explained in great depth. [b]Biography: [/b] ?You?re a child, Rem. A child. Now please, get some wood, okay?? The tone was commanding and firm, but there was some amusement underneath the harsh order, which Remerant had learned to draw out from this woman?s iron ego over the years. He smirked and leaned against the doorframe, glancing at her back and then averting his gaze when she turned her head to look at him. ?How am I supposed to make you the food you eat so greedily if I don?t have any heat to cook it with?? ?Aw, don?t be mad, Cel. You?re just angry because I?m turning you on.? She shot an icy glare back at him, but could barely contain a chuckle. She turned back to her work, chopping an onion over a skillet, which would react by hissing as soon as it could be heated. ?Don?t be a smartass, Remerant. Get the wood.? ?Oh, I?ve already got ?? Cel spun around faster than Remerant would have believed, and knocked him over the head with the onion-laden pan. She knew she had walked right into it, but that didn?t stop her from wanting to hurt this housemate who was trying to be funny, and sort of was. He didn?t need to know that, though. ?Just stop it, okay? If you don?t get the firewood I?ll be forced to make you sleep with the horses ? Rem, stop smiling, you pervert!? She threw her hands into the air, showing her surrender, and went back to chopping onions. Whether or not they would be cooked in anything would be up to Remerant and whether or not he could get his mind out of the gutter long enough to get some supplies. If not, she could always lock him in the stable, which was the usual punishment for him. Remerant strolled slowly through the woods, occasionally plucking a stick from the ground that wasn?t quite as soaked as the others from last night?s rainfall. The air was clean, fresh; he liked the forest after a rainstorm, and as much as he enjoyed terrorizing Cel, it pained him to be indoors, and he suspected she knew this. He bent down and picked up a suspiciously dry log from the ground. It was the perfect kind for a stove. In fact, he had seen firewood just like this in the market? An obnoxiously loud yell came from his left, just from behind a tree, and he saw a shifter boy that could not have been more than twelve run out into the clearing, brandishing a flamberge that was at least as tall as the attacker himself, making the entire scene rather comical to anyone who would have happened to be watching. Remerant missed the humor, however, surprised as he was by the sudden attack, and barely dodged the blade as it came tearing down upon him. He rolled quickly to the side and lifted his left arm, to which his only weapon other than his shifted form was affixed. The child came tearing back at him, swinging wildly and carelessly, almost taking off his own head with each slash. When the attacker finally decided to thrust, Remerant let the sword move against his gauntleted hand, and cuffed the boy roughly in the temple when he was close enough. The child dropped his weapon and fell to the ground, confused and slightly disoriented. ?Muggers, at this age? What?s the world coming to??? he asked himself quietly, breathing heavily, not from physical exhaustion but from shock; a tiny little man had run out from the trees and tried to end him. He shook his head violently and composed himself. ?Y?know, you might want a better plan next time? thanks for the wood though, kid.? [/size][/color][/font] [/font][/size]

[font=Trebuchet MS]I'm a little concerned about the quality of this thread. I mean, sure, it can be simple, but don't you think more details should be added in order to clarify a bit? This also seems like a sign-up thread that would belong in the Adventure Inn, but I can't be sure. Sonata, if you'd PM me with more details about the purpose of this thread, that'd be great. Thanks. ^_^[/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]That's really an excellent beginning to a story, and it gives a sturdy base to build on. As for grammatical mistakes and such, I found something that sounded a little akward, but I'm not exactly a class A writer myself so I can't be sure if it's for effect: [quote][/font] Standing on the back steps of an Italian restaurant, Izumi?s world was snow, broken beer bottles, and a dumpster.[font=Trebuchet MS][/quote] Here I would put [i]"Izumi's world was [/i][b]of [/b][i]snow, broken beer bottles, and a dumpster. " [/i]But once again, that could just be for effect, so do as you will. [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS][size=2]You all need to read the rules and the stickies at the top of each forum, both of which are incredibly easy to find if you look. Regardless, here are some pointers: Your post quality needs to be improved. One line posts have no point, first of all. Secondly, your grammar and spelling leaves much to be desired. Please try to improve. Another problem is the double-posting, which is not allowed here at Otakuboards. If you need to, edit your posts, but please don't clutter up a thread with multiple posts in a row. This is the incorrect forum for Roleplaying anyway. This is for Roleplay [i]discussion, [/i]not the actual thing. You get people to sign up at the Adventure Inn, and you actually perform the Roleplay in the Adventure Square. You would realize this if you read the stickies, which you should do before you post in a forum anyway. Thread Closed.[/size][/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]I certainly think it's worth a try. As long as you can make the story original enough, and present it in a way that's interesting, it should do fine. They've tried this type of thing for several classics, Seven Samurai for example. Let's just hope this RPG isn't a failure like [i]that [/i]was, though. ^^; Of course, you'd have to think about how this boy Robin would be able to recruit people to his group, considering he'd probably be shot (or cut in half with a plasma sword or whatever, I guess it depends on how far into the future) if he just shouted around about how he was recruiting soldiers to dispose of the king. Happy planning. [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Well, I though Lord of the Flies was sort of wierd, but not enough so to burn every copy ever printed. O_o I think a serious Otakuboards RPG would be interesting. It would definitely be... different, considering the book it would be based on, but I can see how it could work. Good luck, heh. [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Religious history was [i]required [/i]in my teacher's curriculum last year. She was sort of uncomfortable about it, and made sure that we knew it was perfectly legal for her do teach what she had to. There were even excerpts from stories in the Bible, the Torah, and the Koran in out text book. I really don't see what the big deal is. As long as this stuff is introduced at an age when kids can formulate their own opinions, I think it's fine to teach this stuff. As long as the teacher isn't biasing the information, anyway.[/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]The thing is, there are a lot of people like this. And, unfortunately, they tend to rise up the 'popularity' ranks at schools for some odd reason. I've never been bullied physically, and if someone had thrown something at me and had drawn blood, nothing would stop me from decking them (and if they look tough, grabbing the nearest solid object). I know that really isn't the best idea, but I think it's how I'd react. Pushing bullying to the physical level is stepping even further across the line of what is right and wrong. Now, to personal experience, the most recently of which was a new kid in my grade, who simply conformed to every single stereotype attitude of the kids who seemed to have the most control. Can you believe that in my grade, the word 'stupid' has virtually been replaced by Jewish? Yep. That's how utterly moronic my grade is. I know that the majority of them aren't really neo-nazis, but since when was it cool to act like one? The logic is tragically flawed. So anyway, the conformist kid is now moderately 'popular'. He decided, about a week into the year, to start making fun of me because he saw a sort-of friend of mine doing it. Well, he failed to realize my friend was joking around and has adopted the undefeatable arrogant badass attitude of my grade as his own. Keep in mind, he is the most scrawny person you will [i]ever [/i]see, and he's claiming he can do these amazing feats of power. It's funny, really. Being friends with certain people has kept me shielded from most of the bullying, though that's a stupid reason. Keep in mind, I only have friends who aren't idiots, and refuse to be around them if they start to act a hint like bigoted idiots. And apparently I wield a decent amount of power, because it always gets them to stop. One of my best friends in my school is probably close to eight feet tall, and he gets more crap than I do. Why? He always has a book with him. Now I know that he [my friend] could flatten every single one of the people who make fun of him, but he has the good sense to ignore it and go on with his life. After all, the idiots that think it's cool to fail a class will end up serving your fast food in thirty years. That always comforts me, heh. [/font]

[quote] The teriyaki looked up at him apologetically, as though it really wished it could have done something.[/quote] [font=Trebuchet MS]I loved this part. Maybe I just have a thing for personification, but who knows.[/font][font=Trebuchet MS][size=3][size=2] *throws on detective costume* [/size][/size][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][size=3][size=2]As short as this chapter was, it was still very good work. Continue! [/size][/size][/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]A thread like this would be made in the[color=Silver] [color=Black][b]Adventure Inn[/b][/color][/color][color=Black], where you can recruit members to join your Roleplay[/color][b][color=Black].[/color] [/b]Roleplaying is done in a seperate forum, the [b]Adventure Square. [/b]I would move this myself, but I think you should add a little to the plot, characters, etc. You can make a new thread in the Inn once you think you're ready. If you need help learning how to Roleplay on these boards, please refer to the stickies located at the top of the Arena forums. [url="http://I%20would%20move%20this%20myself,%20but%20I%20think%20you%20should%20add%20a%20little%20to%20the%20plot,%20characters,%20etc.%20You%20can%20make%20a%20new%20thread%20in%20the%20Inn%20once%20you%20think%20you%27re%20ready.%3Cbr%20/%3E%0A%20%3Cbr%20/%3E%0A%20%3Cb%3EThread%20Closed.%3C/b%3E%3Cbr%20/%3E"] [/url][b]Thread Closed.[/b][url="http://I%20would%20move%20this%20myself,%20but%20I%20think%20you%20should%20add%20a%20little%20to%20the%20plot,%20characters,%20etc.%20You%20can%20make%20a%20new%20thread%20in%20the%20Inn%20once%20you%20think%20you%27re%20ready.%3Cbr%20/%3E%0A%20%3Cbr%20/%3E%0A%20%3Cb%3EThread%20Closed.%3C/b%3E%3Cbr%20/%3E"] [/url][/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]You all might want to all buff up the posts in here. Although this is a forum for learning more about an RP, simply asking what it's about only clutters up the thread, Rainbow_Anime. I'm sure that if you look in the Adventure Inn thread, you'll know all about it. ^^[/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Welcome to Otakuboards, Shoga. There are stickies at the top of each forum explaining it's purpose and how to use the forum.[color=DimGray][color=Black] You can find some answers to your questions [/color][/color][url="http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=39627"][color=DimGray]here[/color][/url][color=DimGray]. [color=Black]Next time remember to read the stickies first! ^_^[/color] [color=Black][color=DimGray][/color][/color][/color][/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Really? I didn't notice it was rushed or anything. I thought it was pretty funny, too. O_o And since when is short good, my [strike]slave writer[/strike] good friend with immense writing talent? *runs off to find a whip* [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Yes. Yes it could. There's always something popular about these spoof-things, especially when it's something you're familiar with (which I'm guessing is the case for everyone, considering). I was picturing the Underground to be something like that. I guess that's because the name implies a sort of, well, [i]underground[/i]-type area. The wide area makes it harder for an iron fist to smash all at once, y'know. ^^ I don't see how it would [i]not [/i]work. Such silly questions. Oh, of course you'll need fun ways to use different functions of the board. Perhaps explosions for deletion, and automated robotic knights with any assortment of evil-looking weapons that take care of banning...? There could always be different appearances for functions in different forums... *is ranting* I think I've made it clear that the idea is great. Continue [size=1][size=2]planning [/size]or suffer[size=2]![/size][/size] [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Gah! Forgive me for not replying earlier! I really have no excuse as to why I haven't read it until now, other than laziness and a bad short-term memory. ^^; [/font][font=Trebuchet MS]This is great stuff, Godel. It's funny, and believable. Your writing style is great, especially the way you foreshadow the next chapter. The characters -- each has their own personality, something I constantly struggle with whenever writing anything. I'll add to this later, or after the next chapter, but for now I have to go to some pointless meeting involving idiots and broken robots. [/font]

[left] [center] [left][font=Trebuchet MS]Knowing that my other post here was incredibly [i]unoriginal, [/i]I decided to do another one using that same character. Spending time on stuff helps, neh? ^^;[/font] [/left] [font=Lucida Console][size=4] [font=Trebuchet MS][size=1][/size][/font] Another Fire Starter[/size][/font] [/center] [font="][font=Lucida Console][font=Trebuchet MS] [/font][/font][/font] [center][font="][size=1][font=Lucida Console][font=Trebuchet MS][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]PART ONE [/font][/font][/font][/size][/font][/center] [font="][font=Lucida Console][font=Trebuchet MS] [i] The revolver was like one of those old ones you sometimes saw in western movies. It wasn?t quite the same, however; the barrel was a bit shorter, and the gun itself was smaller. It was an old model, true, but it had been good enough while it had served the purpose of home security. Or rather, for the purpose of taking his stress out on paper targets at the shooting range.[/i] There comes a time in life when a man or woman becomes bored with routine. A week-long vacation in the Bahamas can remedy this for many, but not for some. Even a vacation seems binding at times, or all the time in the case of Derek Listo. [i] A man had been waiting, standing with his back against the wall on the outside of the building for quite some time now. He looked to be in his early thirties or late twenties, but the most noticeable thing about him was that he managed to have both a calm and anxious expression on his face at the same time. No one would have noticed else anything unusual about him unless they had been looking, which no one was; at least, no one who would bother to stop him. [/i] Derek worked for a law firm in San Francisco, and the only time he breathed real air was on his two-mile walk from the office building to his apartment. Not to say the air in San Francisco is very real to begin with. [i] He looked up at a wall mounted clock above a sign that read [/i]United Commercial Bank[i]. Quarter-past one. He would be expected at his desk in forty-five minutes. He?d have to remember to ask his boss about making the lunch break a little longer. But for now, the task at hand.[/i] On the day of his return from a surprisingly stressful vacation to Hawaii, he had felt stuck. His last real vacation in a long time had been ruined because a flight mix-up, for which he had personally placed all the blame on the ?incompetent *****? at the desk. [i] Derek lifted the paper bag he was carrying a little closer to his face, where the bright summer sun reflected off the metal plating of the weapon inside. The bag also contained, of all the possible disguises, a plastic mask of the sun broadcasting a cheery and overdone smile. He wasn?t stupid; there was a ski mask in there as well to go under ?Mr. Cheery?. The point of the mask was to both surprise the people of the bank and to keep little kids from being too frightened. Derek liked kids and he didn?t like causing any extra misery than he had to.[/i] Boredom may seem like a stupid reason to commit a crime, but Derek might explain that you?ve never done the same thing over and over again for years, five days a week (sometimes seven, even), and twelve hours a day. Excluding of course, the hour-long lunch break that Derek had begun to call ?Happy Hour?, even though no drinking was involved. Usually. [i] He drew the old revolver from the bag, and stuck it in the waist of the beat-up blue jeans he had [/i][i]replaced his khakis with in a public bathroom before going on his ?lunch? break. He was also wearing an unremarkable red cotton shirt that had seen as much wear as the jeans.[/i] Derek had never been overweight, nor had any of his family. He decided to take advantage of his good genes by running rather than stupidly using his car when he needed a quick escape. The crimes had begun with small ones that weren?t even noticed; his first heist was a package of lifesavers from a convenient store. [i] With one quick motion, the man had slipped the ski mask over his head. After that, he lifted the Happy Sun Mask from the bag and put it to his already masked face, securing it to his head with a strap that had a fork-like attachment on one end, and a hollow clip on the other that held the fork. [/i] [b] One gives, one receives.[/b] Derek found it strange to find symbolism in such a simple thing, but he had been feeling strange lately. He kept thinking about things that he would normally consider much too deep for his taste, and had a growing interest in computers. The only one he had really used before was the one that sat on his desk, but perhaps it was time to get one. [i] He lifted the gun to the side of his head. He uttered a short prayer and breathed in and out deeply several times before rapidly turning and kicking open the door to the bank.[/i] [i] ?Hands in the air, quickly!?[/i] [/font][/font][/font] [center][b]---[/b] [/center] [font="][font=Lucida Console][font=Trebuchet MS] Since the heist in the bank, he Derek, or ?Flint? (his chosen alias) had plenty of money to spend on a machine of his liking. Since at that time, he had virtually no knowledge about computers, he had simply bought the best of everything he possibly could. His technology ignorance didn?t last long, however, especially once he got online. He had heard the term ?hacking? before, from paranoid co-workers when he had spent his lunch in the café like a normal employee. In this, however, he was most interested, and spent most of his time doing web searches about. At first he only used the internet to get information, but he soon realized that he could simply use his computer to commit the crimes he needed to keep his sanity rather than go without lunch every work day. What he got the most enjoyment out of was to shutdown the computers of random IP?s for no real reason. It wasn?t a particularly terrible crime, but it always got him laughing, imagining the faces of his victims. Once he got above amusing pranks, however, he prowess in the field became obvious. He got almost all of his bills paid with ones and zeroes, even though he could have easily paid them without any risk to his bank account (oddly enough, he opened one with the United Commercial Bank a little while after the robbery). It was at about the time the alias Flint had become modestly infamous that Derek noticed that something was different about his life, other than his new alter-ego. He kept looking over his shoulder as he walked to and from work, and had his dreams were haunted by men in suits and of having strange operations performed on him. When ever he woke from these, the phrase "preliminary measures" came to mind, but the words always faded from his head by the time he woke up again the next morning.[/font] [/font][/font][/left]

[font=Trebuchet MS]I've never broken any bones, never needed stitches, and never had any significant bodily injuries. So, I guess I'm just boring too. I do have a few painful experiences, even though they probably don't amount to most of the others here. A few years ago, a certain female friend of mine decided it would be smart to come up to me and kick me in the nads, with her shin. I managed to stumble to a couch and lie there for about half an hour, but it hurt. Probably not as much as the Hurling story, but it [i]hurt. [/i]Probably a year ago, me and a few friends were walking in the woods, and we stopped at a clearing to 'stick-fight' (incredibly smart and just as fun). I had a scythe like stick, and my opponent had a club. During the 'fight', my stick was broken by my friend. Angrily, I charged him, more for effect than anything. Needless to say, he got out of the way and clubbed my spine. It wasn't really painful, but I couldn't really move for about a minute (and in that time I cursed him in every imaginable way). So, nothing even mildly incredible. ^^; [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]O_O That's... incredible...! I've been debating wether to but Morrowind for a while, but now I' think I'll just wait for this... The graphics looks absolutely amazing! It's almost an Final Fantasy cinema scene the entire time...! If the battle system and other specs can match up to my standards, I'll definitely buy it. Gah... [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]I found a thread similar to yours [url="http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=42263&page=1&pp=15"][color=DimGray]here.[/color][/url][color=DimGray] [color=Black]Reading through it should give you the answers you're looking for.[/color][/color][color=DimGray][/color] Next time use the 'Search this Forum' button on the top left to make sure your questions aren't already answered. ^^ Thread Closed. [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]This to me appears to be more of a sign-up than an Underground thread, and so I'm moving it to the Adventure Inn. These types of threads also require a rating, so I'll assign one myself. Sonata, if you'd like a different rating than the one I decide on or if you have any other questions or concerns, just PM me. ^^ [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]I've been wondering what to be for a while now, but I can't seem to decide. I thought going as a knight would be an excuse for me to get a broadsword (to no avail, I might add. ^^; I was thinking about going as the Link in the upcoming GC game, but it seems the basic idea's been taken by Godel. ^^ So my other choices are going as a Grim Reaper (not likely, since there are always a myraid of those), A demon, or some other random fantasy thing.Actually, going as my RO character might not be fun as well... [i]But[/i] -- I've never actually bothered trying my hand at sowing before. Chances are I'll suck, but I can always try. XD [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Captain Jack Sparrow, please don't flame members because they're new, and certainly don't flame them because they're trying new ideas. In fact, don't flame anyone at all. Vigaku, try anything you want. New ideas are always welcome. [/font]