Korey

[quote name='taperson'][SIZE="1"][COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Oh my goodness, I'm crazy in love with Lady Gaga : D[/COLOR][/SIZE][/QUOTE] [FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]B( Cat: No it's a lyric from the song Paparazzi. "I'm your biggest fan/I'll follow you until you love me."[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]I'm Gaga's #1 fan and I'll follow her until she loves me.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]I get one fall break and that's the entire week of Thanksgiving off. Having the nice break between semesters isn't bad either.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE="1"][FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Navy"]If it looks, sings, and sounds like a girl, then a girl it must be....[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE=1][Color="Navy"] At least your user title, James. I will pay you five Aussie dollars. [/Color] [/SIZE][/FONT]

[Color="Navy"][SIZE=1] I was gonna beat this thread senseless if Kefka wasn't mentioned. Thank you BBS.[/SIZE][/Color]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]Uhm, but the city happens to be, y'know....surrounded. How do you evacuate civilians when your town is surrounded? Even east where Mt. Mortar is, that's where the League would be.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]Alright, I've posted some action. Hopefully this works for the start of the battle. I'm so horrible with Fiction writing.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] EDIT: Fix'd

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"][B]Everyone get ready! This is where we stand! The resistance must not fall! For the sake of peace and for the welfare of humans and Pokemon alike, we must stand firm and defend this city!" [/B]Terry exclaimed to his troops. In the distance, Terry could see the flag of the approaching League army. Then he heard the whir of wings. Insect wings." [B]"Oh no. Beedrill. EVERYONE TAKE COVER!"[/B] Right as Terry uttered those words, showers of Poison Sting needles came hurtling towards their location at the frontier of Ecruteak city. Everyone pressed themselves against the walls of the trench and hoped for the best. If not, this shallow hole in the ground would become their grave. [B]"Sir, don't you think you should retreat back to the rear? If we lose you, this battle may be lost."[/B] [B]"Scott, how long have we known each other?" "About 4 months, sir."[/B] [B]"Then you must not know your leader too well, because I will not sit idly by and give orders while my troops are fighting and dying for their cause. I would rather die with my men then after them."[/B] Scott was a grunt, fresh out of the rudimentary "training facility" the hodge-podge army had created in order to train new recruits. Very young and very green. Scott was a native of Goldenrod City, but joined the rebellion when he heard news of the League's approach. He was very passionate in defending his way of life, but that often times led him to make rash decisions. Compassion was his biggest strength, but at the same time, it was his biggest downfall. [B]"Wait till I give the signal men. This is only the first wave. They will bring the rush after this volley is over. This was just to soften us."[/B] [B]"YES SIR!" [/B]The unit cried in unison. Terry held his breath and collected his thoughts for a moment. Not even fifteen minutes ago, the city had been peaceful. ~~~~~~~~~~ Kimono Dance Theater, the cultural center of Ecruteak City. It was also a hot spot for the rebel army. Trainers would sit and tell stories of their previous exploits and hit on the waitresses who worked the floor. It could get pretty rough there, but the owners welcomed the patronage and the patrons welcomed the chance to have some R&R. Terry walked into the establishment and immediately heard his boys, the First Squad. Rag tag bunch of misfits, they were. From every corner of Johto. Cianwood City to Mahogany Town. Azealea to Olivine. But each person shared a common idea. The desire for peace. [B]"WHATTYA MEAN MY RHYDON IS SLOW?!" [/B]One bellowed. [B]"I'm tellin ya, Schultz, your Rhydon is slower than mollasses. I don't why you taught him to use Take Down."[/B] [B] "You'd better take that back, you little punk."[/B] [B]" It seems like you guys are in high spirits, given that we're compeltely surrounded right now."[/B] Terry said from the behind the group. [B]"Oh, sir, Keslowski was just saying my Rhydon is slow." "Well, he does seem on the slow side...." "HA! I told you, Schulz" "But his Take Down causes some major damage. So, I think it's an even trade." "HAHA Didja hear that, Keslowski?!"[/B] Raymond Schultz and Ryan Keslowski. Those two couldn't be more like night and day. Keslowski was a number cruncher from Olivine City who did more thinking than acting. However, in a battle he was always capable of outsmarting his opponent and finding a strategy to win. Schultz was a no-nonsense brawler who was a product of the Cianwood Gym. Although his specialty was Rock pokemon, he had an affinity for a direct battle style. This caused intimidation and fear in his opponents. But his brash style rubbed people the wrong way. [B]"Listen up, you silly Aipom, we have been instructed by our fearless leader to defend the city from the impending attack from the League. We are to initially defend the southern entrance to the city. Then, we are to disperse and help whatever lines need reinforcing. Is that clear enough for you?" "Crystal, sir."[/B] [B]"Alright, gather your thoughts and your possessions. They will attack at any moment."[/B] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Terry exhaled, and then peered over the lines and saw that the bombardment of Poison Needles had susbisded. Time to go to work. As expected, Pokemon were rushing towards the city. In typical Bugsy style, he sent a wave of Spinarak and Ariados, to tie up any enemies with String Shot. [B]"First wave. Let's establish a perimeter" "YES SIR!" "Sypus, you're up!" "SNARRRLLLLLL!" [/B]Sypus, Terry's Typholsion bellowed. Sypus was Terry's first Pokemon, and his greatest ally. There wasn't anything they had not been through together. Sypus was a major contributor to Terry's success as a trainer. They had a deep sense of trust in the other's insticts and operated almost as an extension of the other. Never, in recent history, have a Pokemon and trainer been so in sync. As the other members of the squad released their pokemon, Terry smirked. [B]"Wait for it. We want to create some confusion. Wait for ittttttt.........NOW!"[/B] As Terry gave the signal, all of the pokemon released a Fire Spin directly in front of them. The resulting blaze sent a wall of flames sky high that made a barrier in front of the southern entrance. The resulting wave incinerated a few unlucky Ariados who were unfortunate enough to be caught in the blast radius. [B]"Excellent, now fall back. Schultz, you and Keslowski reinforce the eastern entrance. Scott, come with me. The rest of you, keep this wave up!"[/B] [B]"YES SIR!"[/B] [B]"May Ho-Oh protect you all."[/B][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]My parents are just as bad as I am about texting during dinner. In fact, we pick on my mom because she does it most often of anyone in my family, especially at the dinner table. I'm very good about answering texts after dinner because I like to talk to my family and catch up on what went on in our days over some broken conversation that I'm having with whoever I'm texting. I do find it bad from when a date does it on a date. It makes me think that you're more interested in what your texting friends have to say rather than the person who is in front of you/next to you. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]Darren, I found the smiley for [B][I]just that occasion[/I][/B] :3[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [IMG]http://media.photobucket.com/image/hahano/ccwebcrap/Smileys/hahano1.gif?o=75[/IMG]

[Color="Navy"][SIZE=1]Y'know even though I'm pretty lax when it comes to cursing, something about wanton, uneccessary cursing just really gets my goat. Does he have to be called a piece of shit? What's the line on cursing going to be? I was rather offput by guyyoumetonline's last post. To me it shows a lack of creativity. You can be edgy without being vulgar. Mature Themes is totally cool, but anyone can use sailor talk. I'm leaving the decision up to you, Allamorph and Kei.[/Color][/SIZE]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]Ok, can we have example of the Meta gaming, so we know what's going on?[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]Ecruteak Gym. It was once a place of friendly competition and camaraderie. Morty always kept the facility in tip-top shape. But now, the facility was more reminscient of a military base than a Gym. As Terry walked in, he saw two soldiers sparring on the battlefield that was once used to test fledgling trainers trying to challenge the Pokemon League. Terry remembered his own battle against Morty. It was one of Terry's toughest fights. He had always admired Morty's battling style. So cool and collected. There wasn't any wasted movement in his battling. Every move had be calculated well in advance. But Terry had slipped by with a win and earned the Fog Badge. Terry stood at the edge of the battlefield and watched the two trainers spar and became lost in the action. Sandslash versus Skarmory. [B]"SKREEEE!!!!" [/B]The Skarmory bellowed as it dove in, claws extended. [B]"Go Skarmory, use Steel Wing!!"[/B] The Pokemon's wings began to glow with a white light. Skarmory struck the mouse Pokemon on the chest and sent it flying across the floor. [B] "Quick Sandlash! Use Defense Curl and bounce off the wall!"[/B] Almost instictively, the Pokemon obeyed and curled into a ball of spines. As it reboudned off of the wall, it began to spin in a clockwise manner.Sandlash vaulted into Skarmory, who had been cirlcing the field after striking his prey. Terry stood almost in a trance. Long ago, Pokemon had just battled for sport and nothing more. Everything was so friendly. But those days were over. Terry looked at both trainers and tried to come to grips with the fact that they may be dead after the impending invasion. They were both so young, couldn't be a day over 18. Terry's heart sank. Why did it have to be this way? What was wrong with the status quo? Terry was brought back into reality by a hand placed upon his shoulder. [B]"Brings back old memories, huh?" [/B] Terry glanced over his shoulder to see Morty smiling in front of him. Morty and Terry became friends after Terry won the Johto Pokemon League championship and challenged the Elite Four. Morty had petitioned for Terry to become a Gym Leader in the Hoenn region, but Terry had turned it down. He didn't see a need to be stuck in a Gym when his talents could be used elsewhere. But Morty had taught Terry everything he knew about high level battling. It was no suprise when Morty saught him out when the League assumed control. Terry would do anything for his friend and mentor. [B]"Yes. Sypus is still hurting from that Shadow Ball he took from your Gengar,"[/B] Terry quipped jokingly. [B]"Sypus was barely a Quilava back then. But now he is very strong." [/B] [B]"We were so green back then. I could barely throw a pokeball."[/B] [B]"Not true. You always were a step above the average trainer. You just needed some guidance and a push in the right direction."[/B] Terry and Morty sat down in Morty's office. The desk was littered with small figurines and a map of the Johto region. The League forces, marked by red figures were advancing towards Ecruteak City. [B]"So, what did you need me for, sir?" "Skip the formalities, Terry. You and I are equals, as are all people in the resistance. That is what we are fighting for. Equality." "As you may know, we are sitting ducks. The League is advancing from all sides, and the rumor is that Bugsy is leading the assault. The troops have already marched through Olivine City and are currently occupying the city."[/B] Terry's heart sank. [B]"Do not worry. I sent some of my finest soldiers to get your mother and Samantha out of the city. They will be arriving in Ecruteak shortly. They can stay with the other refugees."[/B] Morty stood and peered out the window into the distance. The sun was setting behind Tin Tower, which made it shimmer with a yellow light. [B]"We must not let Ecruteak fall, Terry. We must stand tall, like Tin Tower. This is our last stand." "Of course. You can count on me, old friend." "Your mission will be to defend the southern entrance to the City, where the League has concentrated the Majority of their forces. They will try to weaken us from there and then use their flanking positions to take out what ever is left. You shall not let this come to pass. Bugsy probalby thinks this is easy. But we will show the League our resolve."[/B] Terry nodded in agreement. Morty's Gengar then walked through the wall and presented Morty with a small note. He peered over it with dissatisfaction. [B]"I see."[/B] Morty said glumly.[B]"Well it seems like we have less time to prepare than we thought. Thank you, Gengar."[/B] [B]"Bwahhhhaaaaaa" [/B]The Pokemon said as he slipped back through the wall. Terry looked at his old friend, who still was gazing into the horizon. [B]"Do you think that we will ever find peace again, Terry?" "That is why we fight, Morty." "Yes, of course." "Well, I'd better get my squad ready for the invasion. I will see you after the dust settles, my friend." [/B] Terry and Morty clasped hands together and smiled. [B]"May Ho-Oh protect you." "And you as well."[/B] Terry exited the gym and headed towards the Kimono Dance Theater, where his squad frequented as patrons.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]Seeing as there is already a thread for FF7 discussion, I'm just going to go ahead and merge these posts into this thread :3 Please make sure to use the search function or the thread directory before making a new thread, guys. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]I've known about this for sometime, but at this point there's nothing really confirmed. Ono, who is the project lead on the title, said there was a sequel in the works that was going to re-tune some of the balancing issues that players are bringing up (Sagat, for one). Although I'm not quite sure about putting Ibuki in the game. She was very chain combo driven in the SFIII series and in SFIV there is no chain combos (excluding Fei Long's Rekkaken move and Abel's Change of Direction move). Also with Makoto too. There is stun in the game, but both her and Ibuki are heavily drawn towards stun combos. Hopefully they won't be too broken. Still lovin this game, btw.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]I always thought Team Rocket was protecting the world from devastation and unite all people's within their nation.... But time to post, I guess. Al, I'll be doing what I mentioned earlier.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]I'm pretty sure the occasional s-bomb will slip through when someone makes a critical mistake, but other than that, I try to let my posts speak for themselves. If I can't tell a realistic story without using profanity, then I would be ashamed of my story telling ability, shoddy as it is, heh.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"][b]"Samantha, please wait for me." [/b] Terry sat down outside the remnants of Burned Tower, staring at a picture of his long time friend, Samantha. She was Terry's support system back in Olivine City. She made sure to keep Terry's ailing mother safe and hidden from the approaching League army. Terry remembers his mother telling him how much she adores Samantha. "So when are you two going to hitched?" She would joke, much to both Samantha's and Terry's chagrin. It was about a year ago when Terry's mother fell ill with tuberculosis. The doctors gave her about another two to three years to live. Terry still remembers the day when he left his mother to help his long time friend, Morty, battle against the league. ~~~~~~~ [B]"Are you going now?"[/B] Terry's mother asked, lying down on her bed, where she had been confined to for the past few months. Her face, which was always filled with vigor and excitement, now looked pale and very tired. The disease had taken its toll on her. She raised her hand and stroked it across Terry's face tenderly, as if it was her last chance to fell the warmth of the son she had raised for 22 years. Terry took her hand in his and held it tenderly. [B]"Yes, Mother. Morty needs me." [/B] Samantha stood at the window, staring off into the distance. The sun was setting on the Olivine coastline. Hoothoots could be heard singing their night time song, as if to signify that the day was now ending. The orange-yellow hue of the sky was always beautiful. Samantha turned and saw Terry stand up and grab his napsack and Poke Balls. [B]"Wait, Terry."[/B] [B]"Hmm?"[/B] Samantha rummaged through her pocket and produced a tiny picture. It was a photograph of her and Terry when they were both 10. They were at the Olivine Ligthouse, standing next to the coast with Magikarp and Fishing Poles in hand. The two of them had the biggest grins on their faces. Life was simpler back then. Now, it seemed like that way of life was over. ~~~~~ [B]"BWAAAA-HAAA" [/B] Terry looked up, startled, to see his Haunter, Shades, smiling in front of him. Shades was actually Terry's first catch as a Trainer. He found Shades when he was a Ghastly scaring travelers on the Route between Ecruteak and Olivine City. [B]"Oh hello, old friend. I was just thinking about our friends back home. Do you have anything to report?"[/B] The Pokemon made a circle gesture with it's hands and circled its body. Then, Shades had a fearful look on his face. He had always been the jokester of Terry's group, and he never liked serious confrontations. Terry had always made sure when he was training Shades to remind him to have fun in battles. But now, there was no fun to be had. The League was approaching from all sides. Ecruteak City, once the resting place of the legendary Pokemon, now would become a blood-drenched battlefield, after so many years of peace. [B]"Hmm, so they have us surrounded huh?"[/B] Shades nodded and looked at his master with a concerned look in its eyes. [B]"Don't worry, Shades. I won't let anything happen to you."[/B] Terry said as he smiled and looked at his faithful friend. The Haunter began to tear up and embraced his trainer. Terry struggled to free himself. [B]"H-HEY LET ME GO, YOU BIG DOOFUS!" [/B] [B]"SIR!"[/B] Terry and shades turned to see a messenger standing in their midst. [B]"What is it?"[/B] [B]"Morty would like to speak with you immediately, sir." "Ok, tell him I will be there shortly."[/B] Terry looked back towards Shades and his face turned from a look of happiness to a blank slate, calm and collected. [B]"Let's go what see what he wants."[/B] Shades nodded in approval.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]So I'm at a football game that is delaed due to lightning in our area. This is gonna be funnnnnn.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Navy"][SIZE="1"]I have a question regarding the interaction in-RP of the characters. Indi and I are both freelancers under the same gym (I believe), but most of the other players are with different leaders. How much interaction should we have, given we are in different parts of the same army?[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]I doodle when a professor is going on and on, but luckily for me this semester my classes are all pretty much hands on. Usually I just pay attention to the key points and I space out the narratives so that way I know what to study. Professors are artists when it comes to saying things that you really don't need in favor of taking up time.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]Oh hey, gotta get in on this one. Name: Terry Nimitz Age: 22 Gender: Male Apperance: Wears mostly jeans and t-shirts, always with a matching beanie-cap. Dresses very casually. Has rough Brown hair that is rarely combed. Allegiance: Protester Status: Freelance Recruit (Ecruteak Gym) Bio: A prodigy from the Johto region, Terry was one of the most talented trainers to emerge from his hometown of Olivine City before the league took over. When the conflict broke out, Terry was quickly recruited by Morty of Ecruteak City, who immediately placed him in the 1st squad. Terry is not fighting for any particular reason other than to see peace restored to the region. He is a gifted leader due to his ability to seemingly outwit the opposing forces with relative ease. Personality: Compassionate towards both his Pokemon and his fellow troops, yet ruthless towards his enemies in battle. Terry believes that steadfastness when battling will net the team a victory. He has remarkable patience. Primary Pokemon: Typhlosion, Scizor, Haunter, Espeon[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]Let me tell you, the most helpess I've ever felt was when I was at work and the lady leaves a message on my phone. When I go to check it, all it says is "Korey, I got hit by a semi." Try dealing with that in a calm manner. Also, R.I.P Patrick Swayze. You will be missed[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT].

[quote name='chibi-master'] Also, I am one week into the school year and already I'm slightly behind in homework... High school is going to be hell...:animedepr[/QUOTE] [FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]It won't be as long as you budget your time right. I somehow managed AP courses on top of all my extra-curriculars and a job. So I'm sure you'll be fine. Although I have no sympathy for my brother right now. He had to read the [U]Grapes of Wrath [/U]and[U] A Lesson Before Dying [/U]and do two large assignemtns for both before going back to school. I had a whole summer and man, it didn't help. LBD was a good book, but I really couldn't get into Grapes. The length and the sheer amount of detail that Steinbeck went into was just killer for me. I enjoy long books, but it has to be really a topic I enjoy reading about.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]