Farto the Magic

[COLOR=DarkRed]With that, the group, now rich and slightly more happy at the thought of being off this cruddy planet, took off for home, leaving the wreckege (sp?) of a dead world behind. ------------------------------------- Meanwhile, the poor nexu on the planet got loose and prowled through the pile of bodies. There was nothing more to eat. It turned it's head and saw a figure move. The figure walked closer and approached the Beast of Korriban. It put it's hand on the beast's neck and began to chant. The head slowly regenerated and the beast lay, breathing once more. The figure was one of those, whose sith ancestor's hid under the ruins of the city. He called the nexu closer and began to speak with it in the sith language, all the while petting it. The sith still existed and always will. As long as the memory of the sith remained, so did the beast. And the memory of the sith shall always remain... ------------------------------ What did you guys all think of the adventure? Just to inform you, I have two more adventures in the recruitment stage. If you want to join either of them, you are welcome to. I believe they are Jurassic Park and another Star Wars one. Thanks for joining this adventure. I hope to do another adventure with you again.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]I wish my PCs were creative like that. They just shoot and swing until they die. Except when they do irrevalent things like decide how to punch a person to inflict more pain. Damage is damage. Ooh! One of my friends is in LotR. She's an elf, GO FIGURE! Freakin elves. She stole a sword I brought to show off. She had to "bond" with the dangerous weapon.[/COLOR]

I hate people who try to use embarrassment to get you to do something. One of my teachers walked into Study Hall and told me that I have five math assignments to do. He yelled it from across the room. I wanted to beat him with an inflatable monkey. Worst thing was: I was working on my math at the time.

[COLOR=DarkRed]Hey, I still do that! AND I AIN'T A DORK, Transic Nerve! I've played: Star Wars: Revised Edition Lord of the Rings GURPS Best Memory: When half of my PCs got side-tracked during a victory celebration and ended up with children. (It was funny.) Worst Memory: This sounds sadistic, but when a level 4 Force Adept with a jetpack killed a level 15 Sith Lord in one move. I'm a GM at Star Wars, and a PC at LotR and GURPS. GURPS is very difficult. My charecter always gets an inch from death, then goes to the hospital and loses his money. He's an aztec shamen from two thousand years in the future. He has one arm and one eye and can't use half his spells. LotR is waaaay different. You can't die in that game. Just because Boromir took a bunch of hits, the characters in the game are really good. I've estimated that my dwarf magician/noble can take two-hundred arrows and still fight. Too easy. Then there's Star Wars. I run three groups of this. Your health goes up with each level and you start off as a worthless commoner. Fun. My GM characters, in my primary group, so far have been a rodian slicer, a human pirate, a quarren thug, a gran crime lord, a hutt, and Boba Fett. (They really needed a miracle.) I think that it takes a little more work and talent than most people would expect to run a pen/tabletop roleplay game. You have to come up with stuff from your head and it makes you smarter. It's been proven in my case. I've had all kinds of encounters, from terrorists in the jungle, to fights on a podrace track, to melee under a stage. Fun times...[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=DarkRed]Snoop Dogg sat in the airplane. He wanted to take his own airplane, as it had a full bar and some hoes, too. The plane slowed to a stop and he was escorted out by a man in a suit. The man showed him a couple of trees and a pile of rotten bananas and told him that this was his home for a while. Then, the man got back on the plane and left, leaving poor old Snoop to himself. Snoop Dogg had heard of the essentials of living on an island: booze, weed, a pad, and some homies. He couldn't see any of those here and sat by one of the trees. He would die out here, on this island. They would find his skeleton and his bling and cornrows and that was it. He remembered hearing about the other contestants, but didn't really care. Then, remembered his survival training. From what he learned watching Gilligan's Island, he needed bamboo and a lot of coconuts. Then he could make a car and a radio and a lawyer. Yeah, he would survive...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][CENTER]In the late eighties and early ninties, a rich man by the name of John Hammond, aided by his company, INGEN, did the impossible: he cloned dinosaurs from DNA found in the amber found around fossilized misquitos (sp?). They then turned it into a theme park. During the night they first tested the theme park, a hurricane knocked out the power and the creatures went free. The people on the islands were attacked and many of them died. That was Isla Nublar. Isla Nublar was hit with napalm shortly after. Isla Sorna was the island used by the INGEN company to grow the creatures from synthetic eggs. The four island used by INGEN were wiped out and humans never returned, except for a few small parties. For the most part, the islands went untouched. (Except by them damn hunters!) The year is 2005. A group of scientists have worked tirelessly for months to gain access to Isla Sorna. After ten months, their persistence has paid off. With the signing of a few wavers and forms explaining that, if they die, it is of their own accord, they are sent off to the island, via boat, the least intrusive way of transportation. They find the island a jungle and a mess. The trees are wild and gnarled in some places and flattened in others. The only sign of life is a skeletal hand of a raptor and a plastic lighter. The place, at first glance, looks deserted. The mission is simple: research the creatures and bring back samples. This will eventually go horribly wrong and everyone's lives will be at stake. (For-warning.)Basically, bring back a few dinosaurs. The creatures will be sold to rich people and museums for millions and the research could spark interest in the field of paleontology again. Just to inform you all, the object will be survival in the future. Things always go wrong here. Just so you all know.[/CENTER] Here's what I need: Name: Gender: Age: (Within reason.) Class: (What position your person is. Researcher, scientist, paleontologist, guide. There can be more than one of each, within reason.) Skills: (What are they good at: shooting, tracking, survival, knowledge, etc. Up to two.) Equipment: (Weapons and useful items.) Bio: (Where they came from.) [B]My Character: [/B] (Hooray for my character!) [B]Name:[/B] Chris Kane [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 34 [B]Class:[/B] Paleontologist (Specializes in herbavore behavior.) [B]Skills: [/B] Knowledge and writing. [B]Equipment: [/B] A set of simple tools and the book [I]Mesezoic Vertebrate Life[/I]. [B]Bio:[/B] A veteran paleontologist from Montana, he has traveled the world in search of dinosaur fossils and such, trying to find out about their behavior. One day, during a conversation with a person interested in funding a dig, they stumbled upon the topic of Isla Sorna. The venture seemed, to him, to be a good idea and he tried to fund an expedition to the island. Due to certain legal reasons, the trip took months to get on it's feet. He has heard that the trip has the go-ahead and is packed and ready to go. -------------------------------------------------------- Pretty simple. I'll probably start the post when there's seven people. I seriously hope that people join, seeing as how they never join my other adventures.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Thanks, man. These are all really cool. Too bad I can't use them all at once. Thanks again.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Kelko stared at the wookiee. "Damn, boy! You coulda let us know you had brains earlier! But, I agree. We do deserve this money" He stared at the two twenty-foot piles of gold. He felt his heart go weak and pants go wet. He grabbed a bag and filled it with as much gold as he could carry. He set down the bag for a moment. "How are we going to leave? Our ship was taken over by them."[/COLOR]

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Maybe the reason that they say that something tastes like chicken is because it is. O_o

[COLOR=DarkRed]Back by the dragon, the dead rancor fell out of the body. In the stomach, Jaburie, now legless and with one arm, sat. His body had been badly beaten and he lost most of his limbs. They would regenerate in time and the Beast of Korriban was dead. Nothing could stop him from doing that again. The rancor's stomach juices were weak and Jaburie knew that the invaders were there. He looked out a thin slit at the base of the stomach. They would be there for a while. He would start a new academy and kill those one's in particular. Then, his vision was blocked. It was Harun. He stood there, covered in the burning fluid. He would die in a little while. Jaburie spoke to him, "You know you will die. Kill the invaders." Harun still stood there, then he ignited his lightsaber. He sliced the sith lord to pieces and then lay down in the arms of the rancor. His vision blurred and went black and he died a mostly-pieceful death... ---------------------------------------------------- Any final words? Future of your character?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Well, the weirdest thing I've eaten, after I thought about it, was probably kitty litter, dog food, tree bark, worms, or the little marshmellows you use for trout fishing. I'm nauseous...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]The dragon gave a shudder and an evil snarl. Indigestion. It glanced at the zabrak and it's neck suddenly exploded. Scales went flying and got stuck in the zombies. The dragon's head gave a snap and fell off, hitting the ground with a THUD. It blinked once and lay still. It's body tipped over and black fluid flowed out. The fluid engulfed the zombies, making them sizzle. The fluid soaked into the ground and Kelko cheered. Rylon ripped out it's eyes and Jayne looked back at the dead beast. Kelko walked up to Jayne. "You know what I should do? I should take the skull and put it on the front of the ship. After I get a new one." The rodian went to the building with the vault and climbed down. TREASURE! They could buy a fleet with this treasure. He looked at the small mound of skulls and looked around. Nothing. He grabbed a handfull of gold coins and began to stuff his pockets. "Hey, guys! We're set for life!"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][URL=http://www.members.tripod.com/midibrat/23497.mid]More appropriate.[/URL] Kelko took no notice of Jayne. The rodian was too busy with IMPENDING DOOM! The beast drew back it's head and gave a great roar, causing a gust of black fire to emerge. Kelko spoke with the gungan. "I'll believe in the force as soon as we kill that thing! Kill it! Kill it!" ------------------------------------------------------ The dragon shot it's black flame at the ground and instantly decomposed some of the zombies. It reared in it's fury and, having just woken up, it stretched it's legs. It casually swatted at the tiny creatures on the ground, not caring. They would tire and it would eat them. That's how it had been for centuries. Then it would go back to sleep and emerge later. The trandoshan was a decent treat, but it wasn't enough. He smelled more animal flesh coming from inside the buildings, but it didn't matter. The dragon peeked it's head in one of the windows and spotted a human. It was Harun. The dragon jammed a scaly paw into the building and wrapped it's fingers around Harun. It popped the sith warrior in it's mouth and chewed a few times. In seconds, the last sith in Korriban died.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]It's nice that you know all this information, but it's irrevalent to the situation. The fact that students freak out at seeing you outside school came with the job description. You should have known that before becoming a teacher. If you did, then you should handle it like an adult. The point is that reworking the educational system will deprive students of an education and you should be slapped for thinking that. How you got to be a teacher is anyone's guess. Obviously, making you think is a foreign policy to you. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Hm. Lenin was an idealist and a visionary and look where that led. I agree with Boba Fett on this one. If you tried to redo the education system, you would have a bunch of people who don't have a proper education and that might mess up the nation. Those people would be working at low-income jobs for the rest of their lives. Low-income jobs bite, trust me. Besides, if the way they sorted people into grades, some people would be in the same grade for years. Maturity and intelligence have a place in schools, but it isn't the most important. You can be as dumb as a box of rocks and pass. Example: One of my friends studied for tests and paid someone else to do his homework. He get all B's on his report card. That's not a sign of maturity or intelligence. Just good study habits, people skills, and some money. If you're a teacher, I pity the nation...[/COLOR]

[URL=http://www.members.tripod.com/SoundBytes1/ace/acegood.wav]I got people to post again! Hooray for me![/URL] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [COLOR=DarkRed]Fenris woke up early in the morning. He was sleeping in a ripped up feather bed. The feathers clung to his body and he laughed. Nothing was wrong. He just broke into a cabin. He would leave some money to pay for the matress and leave. He got up and smelled the air. It smelled coppery. He looked at the ground and saw a middle-aged man laying in a pool of blood. Fenris panicked. "Oh, ******* ******* *******!" He looked back at the body. It had been disembowled. He had to hide this. But, first, he needed clothes. He went to the closet and grabbed a pair of bib overalls. He slipped into them and went outside. The crisp air had a stench of death. He looked at the grizzled old dog, laying on the porch. He grabbed it, the whole time sayin, "Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew." He grabbed the hunter's body and positoned it so it looked like the dog attacked him. Fenris picked up a fire lantern and dropped it on the floor. It broke. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a lighter. He opened the old man's refrigerator and pocketed a package of deli ham. He also grabbed a six-pack of beer. He opened one beer and took a gulp. He searched the old man and grabbed a set of keys. Then, he went to the closet and grabbed a garbage bag. Fenris poured the rest of the beer on the corpses and lit the bodies on fire. He quickly left the cabin and went to the man's truck. He threw the decoys in the water and hopped in the truck. He drove half-way back to the cabin, when he spotted the dead deer. He stopped the truck and put the remains of the deer in the garbage bag. He threw the bag in the back of the truck and drove back to his cabin. He quickly waded into the pond and dried off. He took his bag and changed clothes quickly. Then he got back in the truck and started on the long drive home. He pulled over and opened the package of ham, eating it quickly, then got out of the truck and began the walk home. Ernie and Carol, his foster parents, wouldn't like that he was gone all night, but he would tell them that he fell asleep at his girlfriend's house. In reality, he had no girlfriend, but they didn't know anything. They were parents and everyone knows that parents are oblivious to everything. He walked into the house and closed his eyes, expecting the worst. He opened them and saw Ernie. He was man in his forties. His hair was silver and his eyes were brown. He looked at Fenris and asked a simple question, "Where were you?" Fenris could tell he was pissed. He replied, "I fell asleep at my girlfriend's house. We were watching TV and I fell asleep. Sorry, it won't happen again." Ernie went back to his coffee.[/COLOR]

Then weirdest thing I've ever had would be cajun-style crocodile. Or kangaroo. Kangaroos are fuzzy and taste so good! The meat isn't fuzzy...just them... The crocodile tasted like pepper, so I really couldn't taste it, though I'd eat it again if given the chance. Yum...

[COLOR=DarkRed][URL=http://www.members.tripod.com/midibrat/STARWARS.mid]Click Here! It's Cool![/URL] Ok, plotline: You've all been shipwrecked on the planet, Iego. Most people don't believe it exists, but that's because you find it on accident. People who go looking for it come home empty handed and some just don't come back. It's a wasteland with about 42 moons orbiting it. The only native species are Maelibi, a kind of demon, and Diathim, a kind of angel. The Diathim are benevolent, while the Maelibi are malevolent. While on Iego, you are completly immortal. You don't feel hunger of the effects of age. It is rumored that some people from the Jedi-Sith war are there. The government is a bunch of tribes that live in shacks made from broken starships. The tribes don't want people to leave and scavenging enough parts to make a starship is difficult. The main objective is to build a ship and leave. Since people don't want you to leave, it will be difficult. Force-useres are allowed, but there can only be two jedi and one force user. You'll all start off in the Hurjen Tribe, unless you have special permission by me. [B]Characters[/B]: Name: Species: (Anything within reason.) Gender: (Duh.) Age: (This should be interesting.) Class: (Soldier, jedi, force user, smuggler, bounty hunter, stuff like that.) Abilities: (Stuff your character can do. The force is an ability. Some species get abilities, but I'll PM you if you do. You can have up to two abilities, other than species ones.) Homeworld: (Where is your character from?) Reasons: (Why do they want to leave?) Bio: (How did they get here.) My Character: Name: Zabolto Namo Species: Dug Gender: Male Age: 86 Class: Used to repair ships Abilities: Mechanically inclined, knows the planet, doesn't speak basic Homeworld: Malastare Reasons: He longs for the swamps of Malastare and wants to leave, no matter what he has to do. Bio: Zabolto was on a ship, heading out to Corellia, when they were pulled out of hyperspace by Iego. The angels sabotaged their ship and it went down in The Scatter, a shallow valley where most ships go down. His crew has since been split up among the tribes and he has joined a small tribe, called the Hurjen Tribe. The goal of that tribe is to get off the planet. ------------------------------------------------------- I'll probably start when I have about seven or eight people. I hope you join. [/COLOR]

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[COLOR=DarkRed]The zombies pounded on the reinforced door. They would get through after a while. They knew that food was there. Most of the zombies were gorging themselves on the flesh of the rancor, though a few still pounded on the door. The ground made a rumble and the street bowed a bit. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Jaburie watched in horror as the ground began to crack. He called Harun and his guards to follow him. He turned his back and began to walk. He drew a comlink and called for a ship to be just outside the city. The creature would rise and kill them all if he didn't leave. He walked to the back of the building and wen to the door. He found himself staring at the undead swarm. They were waiting. He looked out the window as the undead pounded on the glass. They wouldn't kill him. He breathed life back into them. They would kill Harun and the guards. No loss. He opened the door and left as the multitude of zombies poured in the building, devouring the guards. Harun sliced the zombies to pieces and closed the door. He would be alone. The zombies stayed at least ten feet away. He looked for a ship and saw it fly over the city. It was going to land on the OTHER side. He reminded himself to kill the pilot when he was done. He walked past the zombies. They were eating his rancor. The invaders had killed two of his three pets. His nexu would die. Jaburie looked at the cracks in the ground and gingerly stepped over them. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Kelko sat in a corner of the building. The undead would probably break through and kill them all. He saw Tarpel acting like a scared child and he saw Rylon, Jayne, and Doblar taking command. He thought about his new friends. Rylon, the paranoid zabrak, Jayne, his dim-witted copilot, Doblar, the wookiee in desperate need of anger management. The zombies were relentless. They would break through in a matter of hours. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The zombies continued to strip the rancor and pound on the door. They were making progress. Jaburie stopped and went to the door. He smiled and said, "Not so high and mighty now, eh?" He laughed and drew his lightsaber. He would watch the newcomers die. More entertainment. The earth started to shake and Jaburie's face went pale. The ground cracked open and the head of a massive dragon emerged. It opened it's mouth and released a blast of black fire. The Beast of Korriban had risen. It cocked it's head upon seeing Jabuire and swooped down. It grabbed him, took a chomp, and followed it with a side of rancor. The zombies immediately fell dead. [URL=http://www.geocities.com/EnchantedForest/Mountain/2132/smaug.html]Description[/URL][/COLOR]

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[COLOR=DarkRed]Fenris got out of the truck, handed the driver a twenty, then walked toward the cabin. It was twenty miles or so from the nearest town and pretty remote. The cabin was a decent walk from the road. He got closer and saw the cabin. Pretty rustic. He set his bag inside, changed into a sweatsuit, and sat on the bank of a pond. It was pretty. The kind of place you go to get away from it all. He leaned back and felt a wave of nausea. It would happen soon. He suddenly felt a blinding pain and felt his clothes stretch, then break. After a minute, he got to his feet. He reared his, now wolf, head and roared. His eyes were a deep blue color and his ful was a dirty shade of white. [URL=http://magictg.com/magiccard.asp?card=18927]http://magictg.com/magiccard.asp?card=18927[/URL] He raised his head and gave a deep sniff. Deer. He bolted into the woods and spotted a doe and two fawns. (Sorry.) He crouched down and jumped at them, reveling in the carnage that followed. Drenched in blood, he had primal thoughts coming to mind. [I]Blood. Food. Kill rivals.[/I] The massive wolf cocked it's head to the side and heard a dog barking quite a ways away. It looked back at the cabin and turned to the source of the sound. He ran to the sound, feeling the wind ruffle his fur. It was liberating. He stopped and crouched behind a log. An old dog sat on a porch by a lit cabin. It was a grizzled dog. Fenris looked at the truck in front of the cabin. There were decoys hanging off the side. He crouched low and ran at the dog. The only sounds heard were a yelp, a gunshot, and a scream... ------------------------------- I did it! I'm a genius![/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]The dark jedi now numbered ten. Two were guards, six were fighting outside, then there was Harun and Jaburie. The five jedi surrounded by zombies sat back to back as the zombies closed in, then they charged out into the swarm. The dark jedi put up a great fight, but were hopelessly outnumbered and were ripped to shreds by the undead horde. One by one, their crimson blades turned off. ------------------------------------------------------- Jaburie watched with a sigh as most of his pupils were turned into food. Then, his spirit lifted as he saw the swarm of ghouls wander away. They were going for the ones the were supposed to kill in the first place. Jaburie moved his cloak and revealed duel lighsabers. He would kill the invaders himself if they got past the guards. His eyes shot wide open as he felt a wave of fear that extended throughout the surface of the planet. Even he was afraid. He was the master of fear. [I]The Beast of Korriban had awaken![/I] ---------------------------------------------------------- Kelko watched as the rancor's hand fell to the ground, lifeless. It was dead. He shot at it's hand and still, nothing. It was dead. He walked to the open doorway and saw that the beast lay facedown in the dust. He felt a sigh of relief, followed by a wave of fear. Something wasn't right. The ground trembled slightly. Kelko saw Rylon and Jayne. Something was seriously wrong. Even with his advanced hearing, thanks to his rodian ears, he heard nothing. He looked around and saw nothing. Then, he saw the first zombie. It was a twi'lek. It was about a quarter-mile away. It dragged one of it's feet as it walked and had a lightsaber gash across it's gut, which had been roughly sewn back together. Gross. Then, the others showed themselves. Hundreds of them poured out of the alleys and streets, surrounding the zabrak, human, and rodian. The smell was terrible. It smelled like a cross between burnt hair and rotting flesh. Zombies of all species poured out. Among them, was a small band of, still bleeding, cloaked figures. The dark jedi.[/COLOR]