DeadSeraphim

[QUOTE=Hevn]Come now, guys. Those things aren't uncool because this is OB. A lot of people here read, write, draw, and watch anime. Although Panda's karaoke might be uncool to some, I err.. do it sometimes too. I watch dubbed Korean soap operas...the love story ones >.>;[/QUOTE] [font=Arial][size=1][color=Indigo]I've been known to watch soap operas too... lol. I find the exagerrated nature of them to be amusing, haha. It's lots of fun to poke holes in their non-existant plots. ^_~ Apart from that [i]barely[/i] shameful fact, I spend far too much time coding for someone my age, heh. Seriously, I have files for a project I am (was? not even I know XP) working on with almost a thousand lines of code.... It's insane, heh. ... Oh God, I'm such a geek XD[/color][/size][/font]

Will the real n00b Hunter please stand up? Alan looked at the sign 'OBers Against n00bs' with disgust. Blood was everywhere, they'd made no effort to clean up and it was obvious that they were just another violent vigilante group. With a sigh he followed the trail of n00b destruction, hoping to find the vigilantes, muttering two words as he went. 'Fucking amatuers.'

[FONT=Arial][COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1]It's brilliant.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]I've got a fair bit in me, heh, ranging from German to Aboriginal (indigenous Australians), but most of them have so little bearing they hardly count, lol. Seriously, at a glance you would not be able to see the Aboriginal in me at all, haha. I guess primarily though, I'm English/Italian, with an English build and Italian colouring... So short(ish) and stocky, but with the near black hair and brown eyes, heh. Most people can't seem to place it though lol (apart from one sharp bloke I met at a servo once), which is a bit of Godsend, haha. The term 'w0g' doesn't mix well with me. :rolleyes: [/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]The dry noodles addiction is something I can definitely relate to, lol. But anyway... This is written as well as the previous chapters. ^_^ The sense of desperation and mystery is getting more intense as it continues, heh. If I could read French I'm sure some of this mystery would dissipate, but the fact I don't know what it says adds to the mystery somehow. And I'm glad I didn't have to eat your children. ^_~[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]Lord Rannos: Final Fantasy 8 didn't have good gameplay. I hardly see the game with the worst battle system of any Final Fantasy game before or after it good. Plus the plot was a half-baked love story and executed very poorly. /endrant But onto the question at hand, heh. I've discussed this at length with Shinmaru and Sciros before, and I've come to the conclusion that I play games for the story, then the gameplay then the graphics, heh. Prolly why I'm such an FF7 fanboy, and can bearly play FF6 without yawning. >> If the story is intriguing and the gameplay is at least half decent, I'll play a game regardless of the quality (or lack thereof) of the graphics, heh. If the graphics are there it certainly makes the experience more enjoyable, but it hardly makes the game in my opinion.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

Strawberry Sex He'd been moping around the house for days when his friend came around and asked: 'Dude, are you okay?' 'I'm... I'm fine.' 'Seriously, you look like shit, are you sure?' 'I'm positive.' His friend looked at him steadily. 'I don't believe that. What happened?' He looked at his friend and sniffed. 'My strawberry patch died.'

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]Why did I expect this to be rated E-S? XD Regardless of the fact that you've been typecast in my shallow consciousness, this is a very cool poem. I like the rhyming scheme you have going, and it reads [i]really[/i] well. It even made me hungry. ^_~[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]The video for [i]Got the Life[/i] by KoRn has always left an imprint on me heh. It's a song they wrote about fame and expectation, and as such they live out some famous people's dreams I guess: Destroying fast cars, smashing paparazzi cameras, etc etc. After that would be [i]Freak on a Leash[/i] (also by KoRn) cause of the coolness of it all. It starts off in an animation done by the guy who does Spawn, then merges into realness and you watch the bullet from the cartoon just smash through everything in it's path, till it gets rebounded and goes back into the animation. Very cool clip.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]I'm playing through FFX-2 to get 100% out of boredom at the moment, but that's about all. I rarely play games, lol, so even getting in a lengthy session with that game is a rare feat for me, haha. Course, at the point I am in the game, with the characters I have, beating this boss WILL be a lengthy session so *shrug* I'll just put aside some time for it someday, heh, when very little is happening net-wise for me.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]I liked that one Dane-dude. Quite the coolness. =D [I]"Annie, Baron, DeathKnight, Rhym, Hack Helba (once known as Stuart), Sonata, Phayte, Patronus, and many more. And I can't forget you, Daney." She finished with an overly done wink. "Subtle. Did you really need all that paper?"[/I] I like that bit especially, lol.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[color=Indigo][size=1][font=arial]I actually watched Happy Gilmore last night, lol. That scene is pricelss. XD Oh, and this one is hella long.[/font][/size][/color] A Hunter is Born (Part 2) 'This is Nuk3,' Alan said as he guided Juuthena through a blasted, seemingly war-torn, wasteland. 'It's the biggest n00b Haven this side of Angelfire. On it, all five hundred species of n00b congregate, minus a few of the big game like jcgoudy and n00b Summoners. It's often used as a training ground for new hunters.' Juuthena shivered as she saw evidence of this littered around her. The corpses of n00bs were piled high, they're stomachs torn from their body and attracting small insects. Others were cruelly staked, and more still had huge gaping holes in their chests, obvious past-remnants from a shotgun blast. It was enough to make anyone sick, but Alan either didn't care, or was used to it. 'Around this area you'll mainly find your Poring-type and Anime n00bs, but occasionally you'll meet a fierce beast like the Spammer n00bs, or the Trolls and even occas--' A sound off in the distance made Juuthena grip her pistol more tightly, but she didn't say anything, instead looking over shoulder in a paranoid fashion to see nothing but dead air. '--which is exactly why we're here.' she looked up, startled. 'Pardon?' A flicker of anger crossed Alan's features as he realized she hadn't been listening for a good portion of his monologue. His fists clenched and unclenched again, and Juuthena visibly flinched. Sighing, he pumped his shotgun and aimed it off into the distance. 'Just shoot whatever moves and I'll help you out if you get in a bind.' He fired and a loud yelp, followed by a groan was heard as something large became a victim of Alan's anger. Juuthena nodded and looked about, noticing for the first time just how many n00bs there were in the area, who weren't actually doing anything but existing. A few were dressed in Cosplay, marking them as anime n00bs, and looked an easy enough target, and yet more were little more than human shamed goo. Deciding to take an anime n00b, she closed one eye, sighted up the pistol and took a few soft, steps towards it before... BAM! The shot echoed about the area as Juuthena reeled backwards, thrown by the force of the pistol. Luckily Alan was there to catch her, and she got to watch as the n00b died in a blast of yellow-blue energy, safely cradled in Alan's arms. At once its peers crowded around where it once stood, sucking up the excess energy it had thrown out during its explosion, and Juuthena watched as a horrible ritual of cannibilism began. They swarmed over their dead peers corpse, fighting for the best bits and not caring about their aghast company. 'Fucking n00bs...' Alan cursed as they watched, till, finally, all the excess energy was gone, devoured by the small beasts that Alan hated so. Nothing remained but a small scorch mark. Alan helped Juuthena to her feet and stood back as the inevitable happened. First she looked at her hands, noticing that they were visibly shaking. Then she looked at the scorch mark. And then it dawned on her. 'What is it.' 'I... I just...' 'I know.' 'They may just be n00bs, but...' 'Yes, I know. She felt like throwing up, but instead crouched into a ball, rocking back and forth as the implications of life as a n00b Hunter hit her full force. 'First one's always the hardest,' Alan said almost absent-mindedly. 'And it's rare to find someone who lives this life for no reason.' The flick of a lighter was heard as Alan lit up a cigarette, a guilty pleasure he rarely indulged in. 'Why do you do it?' Juuthena asked quietly as the man inhaled the noxious smoke. 'Why do you put your life on the line?' Alan blew the smoke out and considered the question for a moment. 'I do it... because... I must.' His tone was final, and the girl knew there was more to it than that. But, given his temperament, she didn't push it. She got to her feet, clutching her elbows and shivered. Stars was starting to grace a darkening sky, and her vision was drawn to them. They were a stark contrast to the desolation of Nuk3. 'Do we continue training?' she asked, her back to him. A soft patter announced that the cigarette was exhausted, it's butt smoking slightly on the ground beside Alan's foot. 'Do you want to?' She turned to him. Her eyes burned with fierce determination, and her mouth framed but did not speak the words Alan somehow expected. I must. Alan looked at his feet, and for a moment, scratching the back of his head with the shotgun , then looked up, almost too late. A dark, looming beast, a jcgoudy far out of its territoru, was leaping at Juuthena from behind, it's eyes glinting yellow in the ethereal dusk-light. 'JUU! BEHIND YOU!' Alan roared. Juuthena turned around to see the beast almost upon her, then, almost by instinct, she lifted the pistol and pulled the trigger, forcing it back to land with a harsh thump on the earth behind it. She stood over it, hating it for some reason Alan couldn't fathom, aimed carefull at its head and pulled the trigger again. And again. And again. Only when the dull click of an empty chamber greeted her instead did she stop, and then she collapsed. --- She slowly opened her eyes to find herself in her myO backroom, lieing full clothed in her large, queen-sized bed. Her mind was a mess, and she rolled aournd restlessly until she felt cold steel touch her thigh. The events of last night came rushing at her, and she was suddenly aware of everything up to the point where she passed out. Looking to her left, she suddenly noticed Alan sat on a chair beside her bed, dozing fitfully. A long, purple scar ran down his right cheek. 'What happened?' she asked after a long while, feeling her voice strain. Alan opened his eyes, maybe too quickly, and looked at her. His eyes were bloodshot. 'You killed the jcgoudy and passed out.' 'Was it hard bringing me back here?' He shrugged and closed his eyes. 'No harder than usual.' 'Then why the scar...?' 'Don't worry about it.' Yet again the finality in his voice silenced her, but she would have to find out about it eventually. 'I've decided to keep training to become a n00b Hunter,' she said finally, breaking the tense silence that had fallen. Alan smiled knowingly. 'For Ger?' Juuthena gasped. 'How the hell did you kn--?' 'You sleeptalk.' Without warning he stood upand stretched, running caloused fingers over the scar that marred his features. He strode for the door, speaking as he went. 'You training proper begins tomorrow. Meet me at Nuk3 at 3 PM.' He was halfway out the door when he stopped and looked back at her. 'And try and get some sleep.' And with that he left.

[quote name='Juuthena][size=1']Oh please, our school has eleven year olds having sex and flashing half of their thongs in low-rider jeans. And yet, our school is supposedly 'the best public middle school in San Francisco'. [/size][/quote] [COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]... Wow. lol Crazy Americans. XD I don't think you should worry about it, to be honest. Like has been stated (many) times before, it's a logo now. It's progressed beyond porn, lol (not that Playboy is even porn by today's standards). It's like the Billabong or Nike logo now, heh. That said, it is Japan, so it could be more sinister. I mean, this is the same country that only abolished paedophilia less than ten years ago (and only did so by making the legal limit [i]13[/i]). I wouldn't be surprised if the kid did know what Playboy was.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Red]immortalyfragile:[/COLOR] If you write a 55 Fiction that is titled and uses the words 'Dance, dance to the revolution' I will admit bananas are the superior super fruit [COLOR=Blue]machineofbones:[/COLOR] Okay. . .fine. Seems like bribery, though.[/SIZE] For Mitch The sun was high in the sky as the two combatants stared each other down. The crack of their knuckles echoed throughout the streets as each waited for movement. It seemed neither was going to though, until... Banana was too fast. He pulled out his gun and fired, making Apple implode. Banana won this day.

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]This poem seems... awkward. Like it's trying to be a love poem and a comedic poem at the same time. Which I guess might be the case, lol. ^_^; It seems somewhat too short, and the last line is completely wrong, sorry to say. It just doesn't work. I'm willing to bet the 'heh' is to blame. And yeah. It's an improvement over your last poem, though. ^_^[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]This is a good piece. I like it a lot, heh. That said, there were a few bits that coul've been written better. [I][COLOR=Black]My lips grew tight, teeth clenched their hardest, fists gripped like I was holding an imaginary bar that was the only thing keeping me from falling into the abyss of insanity.[/COLOR][/I] That line there just seemed awkward, heh. I think the 'abyss of insanity' part is unecessary to tell you the truth, makes the sentence seem like it's too long. [I][COLOR=Black]So much hate was pent up, so much hate that I hated the very air I breathed.[/COLOR][/I] That line was a bit iffy too, heh. I think you [i]might[/i] be able to keep it, if you changed the wording somewhat. [I][COLOR=Black]So much hate was pent up, so much so that I despised the very air I breathed.[/COLOR][/I] The swearing struck me as somewhat unecessary too, but I don't know what you could replace that bit with so *shrug* Anyway, apart from a few syntax errors, that was all I could fine wrong. It's a good, angsty piece, heh, well done.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]I like this. A lot. It really made me think, and was genuinely interesting look at the art of writing. If your intention was to make me think you succeeded, lol. I agree with you on most every point, I think. You've dissected the subject well, and yet not answered any questions whilst letting the reader think for themselves. And yeah. I'm rambling. Good work. :)[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[FONT=Arial][COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1]Trey wandered through the sprawling streets of Novus Concordia, a knapsack over his shoulder and a bemused expression on his face. He'd been called to the city by Maverick Hunters HQ, who were interested in hiring him. For what, he hadn't yet been told. This wasn't as big an issue as one might make it out to be, though, as very rarely did Trey care what he'd been hired to do. He was a mercenary for the sense of adventure, not the fine print. This often proved to be a problem, however, as it did now. The instructions had been so ambiguous that they didn't actual outline where Maverick Hunter's HQ - a place of destination - was. In other words, he was hopelessly and fantastically lost. His weak human eyes scanned the area for any kind of directions for a moment, before he bit the bullet and did what he didn't want to have to do. He asked for directions. 'Err, excuse me sir,' he said to a passing reploid. 'Could you point me in the direction of Maverick Hunters HQ?' The reploid stopped for a moment, it's cybernetic eyes scanning Trey up and down to determine what he was - human or reploid, before it spat at Trey's feet and walked on. A pained expression crossed Trey's features but he didn't say anything in return. Such was his status in society, as a legal cyborg. Cresting a rise, he stopped when he realised his stupidity. How he could've missed the facility when he stepped off the plane was beyond him, (though he was willing to bet it had something to do with the fact he was cracking jokes with the security instead of paying attention) as it jutted out into the sky like a mountain, a fortress of metal that could only be missed by the most ignorant of people. Small lights covered it's walls, lights that flashed every fifteen seconds or so, just in case someone forgot that it was there. It was truely a wonder to behold. Trust Trey to not notice it. From that point on he just walked in the general direction of the facility, weaving through streets that alternated between pristine and disgusting. At one point he almost ran into a large group of black hooded reploids, members of a sect of cyborg haters who modelled themselves off of a 20th century cult, but avoided confrontation at the last minute with a well time street crossing. In this city, it seemed (or at least the sectors Trey inadvertently walked into), there was a thin line for cyborgs, and Trey was walking it. --- The sun was just setting behind the fortress of Maverick Hunters HQ when Trey finally found an entrance into the facility. The building has generated an artificial sunset that cast everything to the east of the facility in false darkness, and Trey could feel goose bumps raising on his arms as he stared at the massive, closed gates before him. He should've worn something warmer, his thin black singlet just wasn't cutting it in this kind of cool. 'Name and identification please' a robotic voice suddenly said, shocking Trey out of his skin. Looking around he saw noone, but answered anyway, assuming it was just some security protocol. 'Trey laRogue, ID #453397.' A whirring sound seemed to come out of the darkness, followed by a click. 'You seem to be far from home, cyborg,' a more natural voice said from behind him. Trey spun to see the very cultists he'd avoided earlier emerging out of the darkness, their hands - the only flesh shown - holding large brutal looking weapons. 'What do you want?' Trey managed, keeping the fear out of his voice. 'You're an abomination, cyborg,' the closest cultist said. 'A crime against nature.' The cultist paused. 'And we have decided it is our job to destroy you.' With little more warning the cultist leapt at Trey, their reploid bodies powerful and lean. Trey dropped his knapsack and thrust his hand into it, pulling out a laser twice the size of his own head. His metallic arm hissed as it adjusted itself for the recoiling of the gun, then he pulled the trigger, sending out a bolt of energy that fried the closest cultist's head. It staggered around drunkenly for a moment before collapsing like a sick caricature. Now completely 'in the zone', Trey's arm aimed at the next cultist immediately, blowing it away much like the first, then the next, and so on till only two remained, shuffling around him in circles warily, one to his front and one to his back. The one behind him leapt, but barely made it off the ground before Trey's arm let loose a hiss of steam and twisted around, the trigger on the laser pulled before the cultist could react. It exploded mid air, covering both Trey and the final attacker in it's remains. Not turning, Trey listened to the final cultist run off into the darkness, yelping like a hurt pup as it did so. A small smile crossed his features as he bathed in the warmth of a victory, scanning the ground for anything of value as he did so. His eyes twinkled as he recognised the identity scanner the cultist's used, and he reached down and stuffed it and his laser in his knapsack, mere moments before the gates behind him finally groaned open. Standing up straight and twisting about, Trey greeted the two guards who surveyed him with quizzical expressions. 'Hi.' 'Err... what's this and who are you?' the first guard asked. 'This is an unfortunate mess I happened to stumble upon as I got here,' Trey informed them, lying through his teeth. 'And I'm Trey laRogue. Maverick Hunter HQ sent for me.' The second guard scanned both him and his records for a moment before confirming it. 'You check out. Come with us, we'll get you to where you need to go.'[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]Don't like this one alot. Lots of inside references, not well written etc etc. Enjoy.[/font][/color][/size] A Hunter is Born: Part 1 Alan brooded in silence in his little-known deviantART account, his mind mulling over the events of the past few days. Between the resurrection (and subsequent destruction) of Sonic Blaster, being forced to watch some 'Jiggley Butt' nonsense by Desbreko and the fact Hevn hadn't been seen for weeks, his nerves, and patience, were pretty frayed. Needless to say, when Juuthena found him, she wasn't around the happiest camper. 'Alan?' she asked quietly, tip-toeing about the room, trying not to get sidetracked by the photos. 'Could I ask a favour?' Alan grunted non-commitally, his face turned away from her. 'Please?' 'Shoot,' he said, after what seemed to be a hellishly long silence. Juuthena looked at her red and white striped feet and wondered if she was doing the right thing. It was now or never though... 'I'd like to be a n00b Hunter.' Alan looked at her, almost shocked, but too jaded to really feel such an emotion. He stared at her for a long time, astounded that this small girl would want to become a heartless mercenary. 'Why?' 'I dunno,' she said in way of reply. The Hunter stood up and appraised her carefully. A small Trame immediately struck him as a negative, and her rather... bright, choice of clothing would most definitely work against her. But in her eyes he saw... something. Something un-nameable, but fierce. But if it was what she really wanted... 'Follow me,' he said simply. And she did. ---- The pair were at CamGen, one of the little known places on White Butterfly. It's walls, like the rest of the site, were hospital white, but three large white boards, plus a huge, grey button marred it's otherwise clean interior. Inexplicably, Alan was yelling a lot. 'Open your mother-fucking piece of shit door, don't make me rewrite your fucking source code,' he swore, striking the wall with hand and fist. Juuthena stood rooted to the spot, somewhat shocked by the severity of Alan's swearing at what was obviously not a door. Finally, it seemed Alan gave up, walking away from the motionless wall. Then, in a quiet scary voice... 'Oh, you're fucked now.' The whole room started bending as Alan screwed with the very PHP that made it what it was, until a large, gaping hole appeared, it's insides hidden. An angry silence filled the room for a few moments, till Alan turned around again, his temper under control. 'Ladies first,' he said, gesturing. The girl nodded and climbed through, almost tripping, and was shocked to find herself in what must have been the single biggest weapons cache on the internet. Not an inch of space was spared as swords, guns, tridents, and even shovels,'decorated' the room. She was joined a few moments later by Alan, who quickly closed the hole behind them. A tense silence filled the room as Juuthena questioned the Hunter's motives in bringing her here. Finally, she asked: 'What are we doing here?' Alan raised an eyebrow. He thought it may have been obvious. Striding to the centre of the room he gestured about himself. 'YOU, want to be a n00b Hunter,' he said. Juuthena nodded. 'And a Hunter has to be armed.' It now dawned on her. 'Thusly, we are here to arm you with things that go 'boom'.' He walked over to one of the walls and took down a pistol that hung there, spinning on his index finger before weighting it up. It was a jet black 9mm, and packed a surprising punch despite its size. 'Obviously, a gun with as much power as a shotgun isn't ideal...' He paused. 'Yet. So let's start small, shall we?' He walked over to the girl and offered the pistol butt first. 'You have now entered the MIB,' he said as she took it. Juuthena couldn't help but laugh. 'What do we do now then?' she asked when her giggling finally stopped. The room warped a bit and Alan gestured to the hole behind her. 'We go hunt some n00bs.'

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]Reading this is like drinking pure innuendo. lol I love it. It's so innocent but... not, at the same time. lol. And the quip about the PG rating was well placed. ;)[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[QUOTE=Baron Samedi][size=1]*points Dagger to [url=www.myotaku.com/myHero]myHero[/url]* ^_^; Thats already practisable.[/size][/QUOTE] [COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]myHero is a lot of people with the password to one account. That's a completely different (and insecure way) to run a community, heh. Maybe you should actually take a look at an lj community to get the gist. =P[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]I have a fairly boring name, so I've never got many variations on it, heh. People used to try and stick a random word to my face, but I never responded to it so their attempts at nicknaming me nosedived (eg, Decoy :P) I have had a few names though. My Dad called me AJ till I was about five, heh, and my Mum calls me (infuriatingly) Ally. The Manual Arts teachers at my school call me Big Al, lol. [For the record, Man Arts teachers = no originality]. I've also been known to go by Speechless, but not many people bother, haha, cause I never respond. I'm more likely to give my friends nicknames than retain them, to be honest. One of my better friends is known universally as Homeless because of me, and another as The Pimp (and another Bichell, but that's less a nickname and more an attack on his masculinity - or lack thereof). [/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]I got a kind of... *thinks* GroundHog Day feel from this part. The chickenwire and chains came right out of left field though, lol. I have my theories on how this will unfold, but I think I'll wait and see what you do with it. Oh, and for what it's worth this line: "That stupid bump on my head better not have given me amnesia..." struck me as a bit off, heh. Good work anyway! :)[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

Custard: Part IV The sound of the shotgun rocked OtakuBoards. All around members turned to the source of the noise, and swarmed to it, only to gasp in horror. The Siren lay dead, Alan's shotgun still smoking. Out of his stomach a queer white fluid leaked. Alan dipped his finger into it and tasted. 'Custard,' he spat. 'Figures.'

[quote name='kuragechan']hehe are you making sure you can delete it later or something? because you have no fanart up yet... ^^'[/quote] [COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]Of course he doesn't, lol, this thread is almost three months old. =P He would've figured it out by now, methinks. ;)[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]