Farto the Magic

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen] John ?Porktongue? Rogers sat in the bar. He was a portly man with a shaggy beard and lavish, though filthy, clothes. He sat at a table to himself, which was covered in mugs and shot glasses. The chubby Mr. Porktongue Rogers was more than a little intoxicated and swayed in his seat, both sides of which he hung graciously over. He got up, steadied himself, tipped his dusty hat to the barkeep, and walked through the swinging saloon doors. The night air was dry and choked with dust. He walked down the single road of the town, which lead to his ranch on one side, and a series of tents on the other. He looked over and saw the familiar teepees of the Apache on the hills out yonder. The sound of horses drew his attention and he slowly turned his head to see five men riding into town. They were bandits by the look of them, as not one seemed to lack a gun. He reached in his pocket to get his valuables, frantically searching himself. One of them motioned the other to him and a crack split the silence of the desert night, as Porktongue felt something oddly out of place. Maybe it was a rock in his shoes?or maybe it was the massive bloody spot on his waistcoat where the man shot him. With an audible thump, the fat man fell in a pile on the road. The men ran into the bar, guns drawn. One of them, a shaggy Mexican man, approached the barkeep with a crazed look in his dark eyes. A smile flickered across his lips as he drew his gun and fired, sending the other man sprawled on the wood-floor of the bar. Two other men reached into the cash register and greedily stuff their bags with cash. Across the street, the other two men broke through the windows of the bank and approached the tellers? area. One of them attached a hook to the barred door and the other man attached the other end of the chain to the saddle of his horse. He slapped the horse and it took off running, yanking the door from its frame. The man who was yet inside the bank ran to the vault and planted the dynamite. The fuse ignited and he ran like hell, leaving the building as the back half blew apart. The five men ran in and approached the vault. Gold nuggets the size of fists littered the ground as they scooped them up into their bags. With one last look at the town, the five bandits rode off into the desert. Here's where you come in. The sheriff of the town identified them as the foxcrest boys from nearby California. Zorro couldn't make it (lucky us), so you are to find them, eliminate them, and recover the gold. Sign-ups are fairly standard, consisting of: Name: Age: Gender: Bio: Description: Weapons: Reward: (for the completion of the mission)[/COLOR][/FONT] [COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Just a heads up. [PG-13] is not an official rating, so I changed it to PG. Please keep that in mind for the future, thank you. -Ezekiel.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[QUOTE=Gavin][SIZE=1]Interesting, most interesting. OK Red 6, from one guy who used to be very overweight to another, I've got to tell you man that if you're happy with how you look then fair play, but a little exercise and some wise food choices will only make life that much sweeter. In reality I was probably overweight to the point of actual obesity for years, age 9 until about age 17 when I actively started to make and effort to lose weight and tone up. In reality the hardest part is changing your life so you can get out of those patterns which lead to putting up weight. I know it sounds ridiculously simple, but trust me, if you try to give up fried food straight from the bat then you'd better have the willpower to do it. Stuff like salt, butter, gravy, all that stuff when cut out will make a huge difference, I know some of you will be reading this and thinking, but where does the flavour come from ? I'll tell you this, salt ruins the taste of food, if you like salt that much, eat it by itself. Next, join a gym, or at least get active somehow, go for a walk or a job for half and hour every day, start doing sit ups and push ups. Trust me, for a guy who couldn't do a single push up to say his life a few years ago, it's going to take a lot of hard work. But in the end when you start to feel the new energy pumped into your body, you'll wonder how you ever even lived as you did. I don't mean to preach to overweight people, but as someone who was very overweight a few years ago, I'm telling you, it's the best decision you'll make, ever. [/SIZE][/QUOTE] [FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]Here, here. I worked at McDonald's for a time, so fried food was only means of survival. Afterwards, I turned away and haven't looked back since. That doesn't mean that you should punish yourself (I just ate a marshmallow supreme) but food shouldn't be choked with salt and butter. My weight continues to fall off and I've never looked or felt better. Since I started dieting a year ago, not eating hordes of terrible foods just comes naturally. Like twinkies...I hate them. And donuts. One is ok, every few days, but beyond that, I'm totally turned off to them. Now, its all japanese food...mmm...[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]The way they kill them is truly barbaric. Throwing them, beating them with sticks? Why not make a meat-car, stop in an alley, and kick it in forward. I'm sorry, I kid. I truly feel for those dogs. Their means of execution is terrible. But how would they be killed cheaply and humanely? Firing squad isn't an option. Gas chamber? Well, at leas the dogs will be going to good use...in chinese food, where they have traditionally been. Again, I'm sorry. I'm showing tremendous restraint by not saying some of the terrible things that come to mind.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[QUOTE=Red 6][COLOR=Sienna] Funny. I'm the exact opposite. I'm not interested in love or relationships. I've seen what happens to guys who get girlfriends etc. It's not pretty. They change. One day you're hanging out with a guy, he's your best friend, he's cool, the next he's spending all his time with some chick, and you never get to see him anymore. When his girlfriend finally gets done with sucking his life force out through his *lower appendage* he gets all mopey and depressing, and he starts to dress in black and write ****** poetry. I don't want any part of that! Lust, on the other hand, is something I'm well aquanted with. I'm a 14 year old boy for Gretzky's sake! I practically run on junk food and hornyness! But there is no way I'm getting into a relationship. As I always say: "Just because I like milk doesn't mean I'm going to go out and buy a cow."[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]*Fasterisk, that was great.* Dude, I totally had that though. My best friend through high school was trying to help me get with another friend (this one, a girl). So, she tells me she doesn't like me. He gets a note in his locker that says "call me" and a number. So he does. On their first date, they cuddled under a blanket. I know, because I accidentally walked in on that one...and it haunts me to this day...uuugggghhhh... Anyway, I went off to college and assumed that they would break up at some point. Their relationship was spawned out of desperation. He always prided himself on having a girl at his side at all times. In fact, he'd frequently jump from one girl to another. "We can't date? Oh well, me and her can." She, on the other hand, couldn't do much better. They go together like marshmellows and nacho cheese. I've tried it. It seems ok in theory, and at first, but when it gets sweet and cheesy at the same time, you want to barf. Same with them. On paper, it seems good. At first, its disturbing, but survivable. Once you get to the fifteen minute goodbyes and the parts when he forgets about his friends to hang out with her, I got sick of it. At this point, he's saving up to get her a ring. It costs 1500 dollars. He's always had delusions of grandeur, but now its just ridiculous. They plan on having 6 kids, she won't work, he'll be a world-famous psychiatrist, white-picket fence crap. The end. [CENTER]***********************************************[/CENTER] The thing is, he still wants to hang out with me...when she's not around. Now that that's all off my chest... I will admit it. I am a man. I like women a good deal. I intend to have one one day, and she will have a man...who'll be me. But the day I go around blowing off my friends (and I will tell them this), I'm ordering them to beat the hell out of me, til I'm blue in the fingers. I like being nonsexually intimate with someone, but if the relationship dies, and you put your all into it, you have nothing. You have yourself. And, in another thread, deadseraphim determined that sex is 80% less enjoyable by yourself...thank you.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]Ok, I was riding from Sioux Falls to my house and was going down the interstate, reading a magazine (I do that). I saw a brown blur from the other side of the road and looked to see 2 pheasants flying in front of me. I hit one and could feel it through my feet, since my car is small. I kind of just assumed (and hoped, since I had no intention of hitting it) that it went into the ditch, woke up an hour later, and ran away. Well, I got home and went to watch TV. After a few minutes, my mom came into my room and asked me where I went with my car. I told her and then she asked if I hit anything. I said, I hit a pheasant. She told me to follow her and I did, thinking that my car had a paint chip of a dent. The pheasant hit my car at the point where the headlight met my hood, got its leg caught, and it tore off. I had a stripped pheasant leg lodged in my frickin car. Needless to say, we took many pictures and then I sawed off the foot as a trophy, but that was frickin weird. What was the weirdest thing that ever happened to you?[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]Last year at this time, I was pushing 270. I was 18 and 6'2". I went to college and dieted. I walked to my classes and for fun, swam a lot, and stopped eating junkfood. Now I'm at 215 and the weight keeps dropping. It feel great, but I hate having to constantly buy new clothing. I love, however, the looks from the girls who look at me and see a rocker, rather than a lunberjack, which was my original idea. But yeah, I do enjoy the women staring. Like this hot chick in walmart today...yeah. I have been looking into sports, but not traditional ones. I was thinking kendo seems cool, but hey...small town life. In exchange for kendo, I've taken up dancing. Not ballet or tango, but club dancing. I've been told multiple times that I'm incredibly good at it, dut to my bellydancer flexibility and complete disregard for humility. We'll see what the freshmen think of me next year. I hope its 'I really like him.' We'll see. As for Red 6, guys, he's found his own acceptance. That's one of the hardest things to obtain. It took me a little over 19 years to gain mine. To take it from him would be demeaning. He's accepted that he'll be a big guy throughout his life. Worry about your own. I like you Red 6...but I'm not going to tell you how to live.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]Sex. I was conceived roughly nine months before I was born. Thus, I owe my life to sex. I never really wanted the details from my parents though, and they were happy not to tell. At school, I saw that horrible diagram of what everything looked like, but actually didn't. It wasn't until my friends showed me a sleazy '70s porno that I learned what sex truly was. I mean, to hear about it is one thing, but to see it is another. I've seen a few more since then, but like tical blue, only for study. Heck, I've even seen one and skipped through the sex parts, just because I wanted to know the plot. It was funny. I happen to view sex as a display of utmost love and trust between two people. By this, I refer to the idea of makinf love, not the mechanical action of humping. Until I find someone I love and trust, I shall see to avoid such contact, as hookers are best alternative, and they usually have nasty STDs. That said, my rant is at an end...for now.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]w00t! You guys totally saved me. I was looking forever for this stuff, but I never thought to ask. Thanks![/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]Character Name: [URL=http://www.mi5.gov.uk/files/images/fuchs_200px.jpg]Fillius Johannes Percival[/URL] Age: 44 Profession: Entomologist Brief History and Description: Fillius Johannes Percival was born in England, but soon moved to Africa with his parents, who were missionaries. He found great enjoyment in books and insect collecting, rather than things other teenage boys should, much to his mother?s chagrin. Currently, he runs the anthropology wing at a small museum just outside Charleston. He stills hold more interest in bugs than girls and is socially inept, constantly nervous, and an all-around worry-wart. He is far more intelligent than the average man, though words don?t readily connect within his mind, making him seem oafish. This aside, he?s usually the first one in a room to connect two-and-two. [/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]I love cottage cheese. If my mom would buy it, I'd eat the h*** out of it. But she doesn't, and for that, I am in mourning. The cottage cheese fairies never grace my plate with their perfect, lumpy cheese. So, needless to say, cottage cheese rocks my world...but not as much as I want it to. Mushrooms rock. Haven't you ever played Mario? They do that in real life. They know where you live.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]A year ago, I was planning on going to college. I wasn't planning on homework though, I was planning on breezing through it like everything else in my life. I figured that things would just fall into place. I was getting dangerously close to 300 pounds, was in poor health, spent money I didn't have, and generally lived an unfulfilled life. Now, I plan to go back to college. I plan on working harder, taking names, and kicking ***. I'm dangerously close to 200 pounds, more mature, have friends, a more mature outlook on life, goals. I adhere to the code of bushido and discovered that asian culture is deeply relaxing to me. I discoved that after A very trying time, in which my primary emotion was rage. Blind rage. After reading a book about samurai and bushido, I decided that bushido was the best philosophy for life. I'm more a peace with myself and the rest of the world.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS](I'm sorry about the wait. Laptop poo-pooed on me.) [COLOR=DarkGreen]The lightsaber glowed blue and the organic ::DESTROY MASTER:: form before him went into a poorly-constructed Jedi stance. ::PROTECT JEDI:: HK-50 was torn. Not literally. Not torn in the same sense as he wished to do to master. This master ::DESTROY MASTER:: was a Jedi ::PROTECT JEDI::. That complicated matters. Seeing as how he had already threatened master with his worthless organic life and had, as such, armed himself accordingly. Now he had to protect master. Conflicting programs: one of the few flaws in the systems of many droids. Those droids of course, were not manufactured and maintained as well as this particular model. Conflicting programs meant that the positive overrode the negative. In this case, master was to be?protected. How oddly familiar. The droid?s right eye glowed brighter, then faded slightly. His memory core was attempting to be reactivated. The droid manually put-down the upwelling of memory and addressed the situation at hand. HK-50: holding a crude bludgeon, capable of extreme damage to master?s chassis and other organs. Chassis: the location of HK-50?s personal weapons cache. Master: lightsaber, capable of much more than cosmetic damage. The bludgeon was inferior to master?s lightsaber. In addition, master was not to be harmed. Beaten, but not harmed. HK-50 went deep within his behavioral core to assess the situation?s possible outcomes in relation to his programming.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Navy]::Define harm.::[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed]::Physical damage.::[/COLOR] [COLOR=Navy]::Define damage.::[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed]::Permanent alteration, whether it be cosmetic or worse.::[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkGreen]His programming would not allow him to damage master in any way. He could maybe attempt to bypass master?s classification as a Jedi.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Navy]::Define Jedi.::[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed][/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkGreen]Master has a lightsaber, therefore he is classified as a Jedi. Maybe master said something that would give him an indication of intent, thus initiating his self-preservation programming. Seeing as how the organic master had wanted to fight in the gym, rather than in the medical bay, this would be classified as a spar. Not keeping up with his memory core, he went back to his behavioral core.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Navy]::Define spar.::[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed]::A fight based on skill, upon which neither party is harmed in any way, though skill level is shown.::[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkGreen]So, this spar would allow HK-50 to fight master without contradicting his programming. The human organic charged, lightsaber raised in an aggressive combat form. Seeing no alternative, HK-50 raised the bar to meet the glowing blue lightsaber. The bar was severed in half. Instinctively, he swung one half of the bar down low, as to sweep out the pitiful organic?s legs. That bar was sundered as well. The other bar was swung at master?s back. Instead of harming the organic, its left arm swung out and the bar was removed from HK-50?s hand. The left hand swung back across just as HK-50?s legs seemed to give, causing him to fall over, face-first. [/COLOR] [COLOR=Navy]::Damage assessment.::[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed]::Physical damage to the left ocular processor, heat damage to internal wiring, dust contamination/heat damage/physical damage to behavioral core.::[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkGreen]Nothing new, had his hydraulics given way? Master raised his left hand in the air, causing HK-50 to raise in response?to his knees?to his feet?levitating in the air?This was a Jedi. The organic was using the force to defeat him. In some respect, it was consoling. Its not like every organic had the force. [/COLOR][/FONT] (In case of confusion, its not that your character was just sitting there Gavin, he just thinks faster than a super-computer.)

[QUOTE=Sojiro47]No brainer. Raw meat any day. i can live through that, but the rat might kill me. Would you rather give the rabbit the Trix? Or... would you use the Trix as the anty in a poker game?[/QUOTE] [FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]In all honesty, I would give the rabbit the Trix. He works really hard to get them and the kids keep taking it away from him. He's gotten the Trix through honest means so many times, only to watch those little kids steal them from him. He deserves those Trix! Don't hold my passion against me. Would you rather: Listen to songs you weren't sure you liked for an entire day. OR Listen to songs you know you don't like for an hour.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]Ouch, Dragon. That story reminds me of a time back in the day when the same thing happened to me. Except we dated for about a month, then she told me she was a lesbian, but she didn't want to be and was trying to become straight. I was her first boyfriend. I was initially ok with it, but she really wasn't and in a short period of time, the relationship dropped because she had poor willpower. Afterwards, I think the general emotion expressed was anger. She gave me a huge responsibility...I had to attempt to justify an entire gender. Yes, anger was the emotion expressed...[/COLOR][/FONT] :flaming: [FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]I'm always into having a crush. Currently though, I have acreeping paranoia that I get attracted to a woman out of baggage. That may very well be. I fall hard and like to wallow in pain for a couple of months.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]Popularity is overrated. I, for one, tend to get annoyed after spending a few hours around someone who is not a good friend. That being said, I'd seriously doubt that its physically possible for me to be popular. People know me, they respect my individualism, objective completed. [/COLOR] [/FONT]

[QUOTE=Avenged666fold]Um can you answer my stupid questions? -Do you use painkillers when you cut yourselves? -Isn't it hot when you wear all black in the summer? -I thought emo people wanted to liek not conform to the system is that true? -Why are your emotions so extreme? -Uhh since all people have strong emotions at soem tiem does that make everyone at some point? -What do you call emo people who only wear emo clothes as a fashion statement? -Do emo people really listen to that yelling stuff? -Oh and how do you goth chicks look so hot(not temperature wise)? Please answer these question as they are actual questions that I really wan't an answer for.[/QUOTE] [FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]1. I don't cut, therefore I need no painkillers. But if I did, I still wouldn't use them because it defeats the purpose of cutting. 2. Yeah, but that's why God made shade. 3. The system sucks, but its better than the alternative, so eventually everyone gets sucked in. 4. Dunno. They just are. I mean, I suppose they're the same as everyone else's, I just don't bottle them up. 5. I suppose. 6. Posers. 7. Yes. It makes me want to yelll and, since its played in my car, I do so. 8. Being a man, I have no right to do anything but second that question and raise it a heck yes.[/COLOR][/FONT] [QUOTE]i know some people who've attempted suicide through cutting. and i dont cut because of that reason.[/QUOTE] [FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]Very few people who cut genuinely want to die...or even know how to do it right. Most people cut horizontally and leave it, waiting. That gives you attention from people. If you cut vertically in water, you would sever the vein (or artery, idk) and you would die. A lot of people just cut for attention or to make something last as a physical reminder. Like someone's name, or in remembrance of a certain event.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]It seems to me that none of you guys really have a view of emo from within it. People don't cut themselves because they want to die. If they want to die, they get guns. They cut to make them look the way outside as they do inside. I don't cut myself, I'd call myself emo. Its not a fashion thing because I match precious few of the claimed fashion things. I AM emo too. People classify me as emo. They are not always sad. Its emotional extremes, I think.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]Dude, tight pants restrict my movement. I wear the big baggy ones with the chains. My hair doesn't go in my eye, its annoying. "No one understands me." Dude, I don't understand me, so I'll be damned if anyone else does. Make-up and pictures? Doubt it. I do wear black though. I bleed easily and it doesn't stain. In fact, it shows very little of anything, so washing one is unnecessary until it starts to smell. As for the emotions though, yeah. I can't control myself. Extremes of anger, sadness, and happiness. I love the music too. But not Hawthorn Heights, they're so pop-ish. I'm into MCR. I go beyond that though. Listen to Grendel, it'll scare the crap outta you. In conclusion, w00t for emo![/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]Alright, when I woke up this morning, my computer I found out that my computer had contracted tons of viruses and spent the next five hours fixing it and clearing them out. Needless to say, that sucked. Then I went to work and when I got back, I found my little brother using my laptop. The same one that I told him he could never use. The same one that I had spent hours cleaning and was still needed to be under careful observation. I threatened his life, chewed him out, threatened him again, then asked my parents if I could carry out my threat. He responded by telling me that I put all of the viruses on my computer and if the computer crashed, it was my fault. The only good thing to come of the whole situation is the blackmail items I found in his hotmail. In the end though, I was left wondering how his thought process works? Did he not remember me spending hours being frustrated at my computer and take that for permission to use it? Please, for the love of God, tell me if anyone else has this problem with siblings being annoying and/or stupid. If you are the annoying and/or stupid sibling, enlighten us please. Tell me I'm not alone...[/COLOR][/FONT]

[QUOTE=RiflesAtRecess][font=trebuchet ms] [url]http://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=48483&page=2&pp=15[/url] My reply. Blue rules, but it stopped winning on its own after Beta. You can really control your opponent a lot better with Black in my opinion. Newer players won't see it coming, and Black still has responses for those that do know what you're up to. I like the versatility of the color, you just can't mind killing yourself a little. There's this really sick land that's coming out in Coldsnap that I want you guys aware of: [size=1]Dark Depths Legendary Snow Land (Rare) Dark Depths comes into play with ten ice counters on it. 3: Remove an ice counter from Dark Depths. When Dark Depths has no ice counters on it, sacrifice it. If you do, put an indestructible legendary 20/20 black Avatar creature token with flying named Marit Lage into play. Illus. Stephan Martiniere #145/155[/size] No activated ability of note, a first for a land. Just... wow. 30 mana later, which ain't bad, considering, you have an untouchable 20/20 flyer. You win. Maybe I'll get one this Sunday at the pre-release? Who knows?[/font][/QUOTE] That's why I invested in blue cards from back in the day. Prodigal sorcerers, dezizens of the deep, etc. [FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]I love the new dissension cards. Check of windreaver, he's got so many options. I pwned my friend with just him. It puts the kick-*** back in kick-*** blue. As for him being white too? Sorry, that's the way it goes. I hate dark depth...but I love land destruction...[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]I tried to get into Warhammer (the non-40k one). My massive army has 8 1/2 lizardmen. 3 saurus warriors, 4 skinks, and 1 skink cavalry. I started by making terrain. I had a kick-*** spawning pool that looked eroded and stuff, but when I put the liquid in, I found out it wasn't a water-tight seal so I had to throw it away. I've been thinking of a new D&D campaign. Its basiaclly Nerull animates every dead thing on generic landmass Dawn of the Dead style (the original, not the remake). Then they end up in Frankenstein's castle. It seems cooler when I say it. Igor's a retarded goblin. I play MTG. I used a W/U control and pwned my friend's B/W control deck. I used windreaver. That guy is absolutely amazing! So many options. Other than that, I got exploding goblins (goblin grenade style), mono-black life gain, wurm timmy, and B/R aggro Rakdos style (its type 2). I'm repairing and restructuring my goblins though. Curently, its too random. I have 1 of forty cards + lands. I like being a mean ol blue person. "Ha! I play this!" "Quash. Now you don't." "Grrrraaaarg!" "Ha, what're you going to do to my 10/9?" "Twiddle. He's tapped. Eat it."[/COLOR] [/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]One of the LARPs I went to (the first) was vampire themed. That one was frickin cool. Basically dress like a goth and you got it, which I can totally pull off. Not to be arrogant, but of geeks, I'd have to say I'm one of the better-looking ones. The other one was mythical, with elves and such. I was a dryad. Of course, only I had a decent costume, and the other players lacking made them lose all seriousness for the game...which was sad since me and another guy set it up. We determined that the flop was due to a lack in leadership. A judge-character with the ability to pwn all. As for if jedi get paid, I would imagine they're funded by the Republic. Entirely. Because they're guardians of the Republic and don't accept money. Judas, how ever did the Republic manage to fund so many jedi? I went to a MTG tournament a couple weeks ago. I beat one guy, then got smacked...a lot. R/B aggro is just not nice. At least not to exploding goblins.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]I'm a geek. I play the Star Wars and Dungeons and Dragons tabletop rpgs, the miniatures games of each, Magic: the Gathering, and various other little games here and there. I've been to multiple live-action roleplays where you had to show up in costume or not at all. I spend more time reading on wookieepedia than on most websites. I dream of someday making Mandolorian armor and going to a Star Wars convention. Am I alone in this? How many other geeks are on Otakuboards? If there are some (which I'd lay money on), let this be the thread where we can have conversations about such things. Such as: what ever happened to Sev? The clone, not the jedi. He got attacked, they left him behind. More books were made but I can't find them. I tried wookieepedia, but they got nothing. Also, is it just me or do psionics in Dungeons and Dragons seem they're like tainting the game? I understand some species having it, but seriously, prestige classes? Lastly, how many factions are they going to make in the Star Wars miniatures game? In the next set, they'll make Mandolorians, bringing us up to 10. Does anyone else seem annoyed by this? Generally, this would be the thread to post such things.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]I try to read yours too Fasterisk, but (and no offense meant) they can be very long. And confusing. But I digress. I think the answer to this question is: the grass is always greener on the other side. Like what the other guy has, not yours simply because its not yours yet. And you dislike your stuff to belittle it, thus making the other stuff seem absolutely amazing in comparison. Life's funny like that, huh?[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]HK-50 followed the young woman. His behavioral core kept flashing, telling him his primary objective. It never felt right, but he had no reason as to why it would be wrong. ::DESTROY MASTER:: His programming was beginning to irritate him. It had no view on patience. The young organic leading him would die by his hands...but not now. He entered a room with a large table. Two human organics were talking. Then one of them left. The other one looked larger than most. It was superior to most organics, but was still an organic, and therefore inferior one such as him. Most druids were inferior to HK-50 also. He had new fluid movements, a more advanced behavioral core, infallible programming, and a frag grenade in somewhere in his chassis. ::DESTROY MASTER:: Yes, in time he would. For now observation would have to suffice. Did master deserve an outright death or a thrilling death? HK-50 pulled up list of deaths that would thrill him. 1. Blunt trauma caused by a long freefall 2. Releasing the oxygen-enriching fluids from the organic?s body 3. Shoving various pointy implements through the organic?s torso 4. Having the organic break down due to extreme temperature and/or flames Master was surely worthy of one of these. [B]?Alright droid,? [/B] the female human master said, [B]?these are the facilities you can use. We have a kitchen, a medical bay, and a gym. Use only those areas though.?[/B] Having processed all of that information is a split-second, HK-50 looked at the large human. Though it might be fun to break, he had a feeling that this one is not for breaking. In fact, breaking this one might cause him to cease to be. His head followed the young organic master as she left the room. ::DESTROY MASTER:: She went into a forbidden room. Which is more important, to follow the host?s rules or to complete the objective? Maybe, like so many masters before him, he could set a trap for this new master. The droid wandered through the gym. Not that he was admiring the equipment there. Droids don?t need to attempt to build muscles and to do so would not benefit them at all. Mostly, he was looking for an improvised weapon. HK-50 seemed to like improvised weapons. They made him feel more cunning. Like he bested them without being outright superior, only mostly superior. [B]?Observation: Sub-standard equipment. Nothing of use for master whatsoever.?[/B] He wandered through the kitchen, checking drawers. Various pointy implements: a requirement for thrilling death number three. A cooking unit: a requirement for thrilling death number 4. A knife: just nice to have along in case of emergencies. Wrapping it in a thick towel (which he had ripped apart for the occasion), he hid the knife in his chassis between the grenade and the blaster. He had never used the blaster. But it was another of those things that is best possessed and maintained in case of an emergency. HK-50 went into the medical bay. A droid hovered there, waiting for sick or injured people to be taken in. An idea ran through the droid?s mind. He ran, fluidly as one could with inferior wires, back to the kitchen. He opened the chilling unit. He looked at all of the food, searching. There! He grabbed a slab of nerf meat. It was processed, but it would do the trick. He ran back to the medical lab. Using a microscope, he confirmed it: this meat was old?very old. He went back to the kitchen and made a delicacy one of his master?s had requested once. Instead of inserting a mine in the organic slop, he made the uncooked nerf the main course. Master ::DESTROY MASTER:: would partake in this rubbish and get attacked internally by a bacteria. She would go to the medical bay and the droid there would be entitled to treat her. Droids can be easily reprogrammed though. It can all look like an accident. HK-50?s sudden bout of brilliance made his behavioral core sing with anticipation and he could swear his left eye blinked on for a split-second. After giving the entrée to a protocol droid, HK-50 went to the medical lab to fix the medical droid?[/COLOR][/FONT]