Korey

[COLOR="Indigo"][font="Frankln Gothic Medium"] Can I have the Tyler Durden one? I like the blend of the orange on that, although the text feels kind of out of place and proably needed to be positioned a little further down the banner.[/font] [/COLOR]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"]Coming back home to my run-down, piece of shit apartment wasn't the nicest way to end the day, but it was definitely a welcome sense of familiarity compared to what went on today. I took out my Roman guy and looked at him, and grinned. "You'll be my good luck charm," I said to the lifeless toy. Then I heard a shrill scream come from the street. I peered from my blinds and saw none other than Red running down the streets, being chased by some punks who thought she was an easy score for a few bucks. "Is she stupid or something?" I sighed as I watched her run. I lazily put on my coat and opened the window to access the fire escape. Helpful little trick if I ever had to do some police dodging. They practically knew when I had to sneeze by now. Not that I ever committed any crimes or anything, but I was well known. I slid down the ladders and made my way towards the punks that were chasing after Red. I walked for about a block, not really taking any special consideration towards getting there in time. It's pretty much a well known fact that you don't go near East Benista at night. That's when all the schmucks are out. Myself included. I peered around a corner and saw the punks harassing Red. These guys were just low-level, nameless punks. Probably haven't even done anything besides pickpocket helpless old ladies for their purses. "Look girl, I ain't about to ask you again. Give me the purse or I'll have to cut ya." Thug 1 said, brandishing a small pocket knife. "No! Leave me Alone!" Red responded. "You know, you really shouldn't talk back to the guy with the knife in his hands Red," I shouted "This isn't the time to be ballsy." Red and her merry band of assailants looked over at me. The losers then turned their wet-behind-the-ears attention spans to me. There were about 5 of them. Even for a bunch of losers, this was too many losers for one simple pickpocket job. They weren't out just for a quick score of cash. "Who the hell are you?" one dumbass was so bold as to say. "Me? Oh I'm just watching. Carry on, boys..." Red looked at me with a look of sheer terror. "Although...if you try to hurt Red here, I'm not so sure I'll be just watching." "Oh so you think that you can take us on huh, tough guy?" I lit a cig and took a few drags. "The real question is, do you think you can take me?" "THAT'S ENOUGH!" one shouted. These punks were too easy to manipulate. Easy to taunt them. Just say the right things and they go off. They approached me, with knives in hand. I laughed as I cracked my neck and took my Roman guy in my hands. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. But when I opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything. I rubbed my eyelids, thinking that I had caught something in them. Still nothing. "What the hell?" I said. "GET HIM!" 'Great. I can't see now.' I thought to myself. This was it. I couldn't possibly take these guys alone without seeing them. But to my surprise, I could hear their footsteps loud and clear as they rushed me. I felt the air rushing from their knives as they swiped at me. I dodged the blades as best I could, until I felt the cement of the wall behind me against my back. I felt the knife coming towards me, but I couldn't react in time. Punks like this always go for the belly first. I threw my hands down to meet the blade and to my surprise, I caught an arm. I gripped the arm tight, and then I felt and heard the sound of bones snapping. "AAHHHHHH!!!" the attacker shrieked. What was happening now? I barely gripped the guy. But I wasn't about to let him go. I swung for his face and heard it connect, again with a thundering crunch to accompany it. "What the? He's not human!!!" The others screamed as they ran away. And then, just like that...I could see again. But what I saw wasn't exactly what I was expecting. The guy I just leveled's face was punched in, like he had been hit by a semi truck to the face. His nose was broken and blood was profusely bleeding from his face. I saw Red shivering in the corner, head tucked between her knees. She was dressed to kill, which probably made her stand out further to those punks. Black dress with blue sequens right below the bust line, matching black heels and a pearl necklace. "Hey Red. You alright?" She peered up at me with a sense of relief, but was still terrified. "Your voice not work? Are you ok?" "Uhm...y-yeah..." "Are you stupid or something? Girl like you shouldn't be walking around this part of town alone at night." "I didn't have a ride, so I had to walk." I sighed. "Where you going? I'll walk you there." "No thanks." She said with an indignant stare. She still didn't appreciate being referred to as Red. "Well toots, you can either go with me or be chased down again. Your call" She looked off into the distance and then sighed, as to give in to my request. "My name isn't Red or toots, by the way. I'm Phedre" "Geoff" "Well Geoff, thank you for saving me." "Psh, don't flatter yourself. If I wasn't so ashamed at your stupidity, I wouldn't have lifted a finger." She stared at me again. "What's your problem?" "I'm not the one with problems, Miss 'Istalkthestreetsatnightbymyself'" "Well I'm headed to a friend's house, if you must know." "NerdBoy Nick, I'm assuming?" "How did you?" "I may be a prick, but I'm not stupid. NerdBoy has the hots for you." Her face blushed. "It's just Dinner!" "Then why be so defensive?" "I'm not being DEFENSIVE!" We argued all the way out of East Benista. You would have sworn I had known the chick for a while, with the way we argued.[/FONT]

May I introduce the monster known as Deagan.... [IMG]http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k221/HaruharaK/DSC00786.jpg[/IMG] He's practically my best buddy, and he's only five. He's so gosh-darned smart for his age. I love him to death.

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]That's a tad bit unfair Rach, I don't judge people that badly. I've come to realize that people will choose to converse in the manner they choose, but I'm not so overzealous as to correct people's blogs or edit people's posts on a website because they don't bother to capitalize letters. I will find it funny when people try to use larger words and have absolutely no idea what the word means, but Microsoft Word told them that it was a synonym. This one always gets me. "I know I don't have good 'grammer'." Obviously not. (lols@ Sweat and Sour Chicken)[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"]OOC to Mykul: The Desbreko is all around us, good sir. IC: I slipped Grinner the five-er and made my way towards the exit. All eyes were on me. I looked around and saw pooch-boy, Red, NerdBoy and Little Miss Sunshine all glaring at me, with malice in their eyes. I laughed as I lit up another cig and took a long drag. I looked back at pooch-boy and blew some smoke in his direction. "You watch yourself pooch boy, you may just find yourself up shit's creek without a paddle." "As if, moron." "You talk awful big for someone who can't approach someone like a man." "Now boys, I thought I said to stop." Grinner responded, obviously agitated. I gave a chuckle and smirked as I exited. Red and NerdBoy were exchanging words. I decided to break up their little party. I stepped in front of NerdBoy right as he was saying his name. "Hey there. Nick huh? Mind if I chat up Red for a sec?" "uh...." "Didn't think so." I interrupted "So Red, I feel real shook up about grabbin you like that. How about dinner at my place some time?" "You wish." She snapped back. I grinned. "Your loss toots." I looked back at Nick, who was obviously flabbergasted at what I just did. I shot him a defiant grin. "Yup, that just happened sport. Why don't you take this and grab some confidence to talk to a lady ." I said as I slipped him a five. With that I exited Mr. Grinner's store and headed back to my apartment.[/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"]OOC: Master Korey? I can has promotions? *winks at Des* I continued looking at the models, and it seemed like everyone was mingling with each other. Not my style. People wasn't something I did well. I was a loner by nature and by choice. In my experience, people were hideous, savage and you have to step on a few if you ever have to get anywhere. I wandered aimlessly around the store and saw a figurine that seemed to stand out from the others. I picked it up and looked at it. It was some sort of Roman warrior or something. He was clothed in sword and shield, with armor covering his body and capped off with a helmet adorned in crimson. It seemed very cool for what it was. "Ahhhh found something you liked eh?" The old man asked. "Yeah, this guy's pretty cool. How much for him?" "Sorry kid, that one's not for sale." "Well, gramps, it doesn't look like buisness is booming right now. So how about it? Five bucks sound fair?" "Can't you hear right? I said no sale." "10 bucks then. Or you can continue on your merry way." "Somethings aren't for sale. That one happens to be something very special to me." I wasn't about to give in to this old man. I had dealt with some punks in my time. Our argument had spilled into the ears of the entire store. I felt a tug on my shoulder and a voice coming from behind me. "Please stop. He's already made it clear that he doesn't want to sell it." I shrugged the hand off of my shoulder. "Beat it, kid. This doesn't concern you." Then the phantom hand spun me around. This person had some guts, I'll give them that. I turned, expecting to see some imposing figure. But all I saw was some redheaded girl with an expression of disgruntled anger on her face. "Listen, you. I am not a child and I don't appreciate being called one. Got it?" "Well you listen now, babe. Unless you have the courage to take a few swings, I suggest you let daddy talk with the crazy old man. Okay Pumpkin?" I replied with the smuggest of grins. Red didn't take that with a grain of salt, because her hand rose to meet my face. I snatched it out of the air, inches before it struck me. "Mm. What do we have here?" I said with a blank expression on my face, taking a drag of my cigarette. I held her wrist tight enough to where she wouldn't break free. I blew the smoke into the air lazily, and smirked. She struggled to get her hand free, but I wasn't about to let go. I took off my sunglasses and peered right into her eyes. "You definitely have balls, babe. I like that. It'd be a shame to have to hurt you. So run along now, before that happens." With that, Red took control back of her hand. She glared at me, but didn't utter a word. I motioned for her to run along. She went to another part of the store, and I turned back to Grinner. "Alright, old man. I'm not taking no for an answer. This guy is leaving with me, whether you like it or not. You can either get richer, or be down one toy."[/FONT]

[quote name='2009DigitalBoy']This has quickly become my second, possibly alltime favorite fighting game. I unfortunately lost in the first round of my local gamestop's tournament (I was also the first match!) though it was such a great fight I didn't mind. So far, I've spent most of my time playing Ken, since I couldn't use unlockable characters for the tourney and he was my best choice. However, I kick far more *** with Cammy, so now that the tourney's over I'm using her. I have to say, I've never been so [i]good[/i] at a fighting game before. Maybe it's just that I'm finally learning how to play them correctly, but this is the first fighting game where I've managed to string together combos like a pro and kick some real ***. I'm definitely loving that sensation.[/QUOTE] [FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]I don't think that SFIV is that shallow to where "pro combos" can be pulled off by anyone that picks it up after not playing fighting games seriously. A lot of the earlier games in the SF series condition people for what to do in SFIV. Not to say you are bad or anything, I just find it hard to pick up SFIV in high levels without knowing some stuff...like linking vs cancelling....Kara Cancelling, mixups....etc etc.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"][quote name='Magus']So what's the verdict on the game. A friend of mine told me that it lives up to the hype. IGN gave it a 9.3 out of 10 and X-Play gave it a 5 out of 5. (That already tells me something.) I won't be getting the game anytime soon, but I will get it eventually. (I'm a "wait for a price drop" type of person.)[/QUOTE] Good luck with that. Even finding a copy of Marvel vs Capcom 2 is a crap shoot, and even then...you're not going to get it at the 20 bucks or less price. I suspect the same with SFIV. Here's my official review of the game. [B]Graphics (4.8 out of 5)[/B]- This game looks great and the art style that is used here is definitely unique. The art brush effect on the focus attacks is just so darn pretty. However, the game does have some goofy looking character designs (Blanka, for instance) and some of the facial expressions during the Ultra animation look pretty goofy. The backgrounds are wonderfully done, and looks like an actual part of the fight, with audience members falling onto the stage and actually participating in the fight. Way better than a boring backdrop of things repeating themselves. [B]Sound (4.5 out of 5)[/B]- I'm going to overlook the VA work in English, because it just doesn't work. This makes FFX's voice acting look good and that's a pretty bad parallel. But if you switch the VA to Japanese, then everything is good. The music is just spot on, with remixes of all the character's classic themes. It sounds great rearranged and remastered. Capcom really out did themselves on that. The sound effects are right on where they need to be, with no miscellaneous "Boings" or "Sproinks" that are out of place. [B]Gameplay (5 out of 5)[/B]- Every thing in this game is spot on. The controls are responsive, the moves come out like they should and the combo system, while complex at high levels of gameplay, is relatively easy for even beginners to pull off. The game definitely has a learning curve, but it's also accessible enough for even the beginning Hadoken-er to pick up and play. The character balancing is on par for Street Fighter, with some characters filling in the high tier spots and others falling in place. However, no match is terribly unbalanced and with practice, even the lowest of characters can become a contender. The replay value on the game is suprisingly high given for a fighting game. Even after completing the Arcade mode, Capcom included a Challenge Mode, where you can do Time Attack (try to complete the stages before running out of time), Survival (complete the stages without running out of health), and Trial (where you learn specific moves and combos for your character). The amount of time that you can spend in Challenge mode is virtually endless. Eager to test your skills against the world? Capcom provides two ways for online battle to take place. By signing into your XBOX live or Playstation Network account, you can challenge other players, or have them challenge you while playing the Arcade Mode. This recreates the experience of arcade play, because any opponent can challenge you at any time. The online play is seemless, and you can adjust your options for stablility (to reduce laggy challengers), for opponents of equal skill (determined by your ranking) or if you're gutsy, opponents of higher skill levels. But online isn't only limited to fighting. There is also down loadable content from the XBOX Live Marketplace and PSN Store, including alternate costumes and colors. Capcom really missed no minute detail when creating the game. [B] Overall (4.7 out of 5)[/B]- With some tiny gripes, the game delivers on the Hype that Street Fighter fans have been salivating for for over a year. With the expansive replay value and great online play, the game is sure to dominate the fighting game scene for many years to come. Even if you're not a big fan of fighting games, passing up on this gem would be a huge mistake.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"]The sound of my alarm startled me to the point where I picked it up and threw it across the room. The sound of the metal striking the wall and crashing to the floor really set me in motion for the day. I sat up in my bed and looked where I threw the clock. "Broken, just like everything else," I muttered. After a quick shower and throwing on some clothes, I headed down the steps and saw Ms. Grimoire, the landlady. She was such a dusty old relic. Her clothes didn't even look like they came from this century. She was dressed in a green flower printed dress with a collar that used to be white at one point and used to be lacy too. Her hair was always a cluttered mess, because she didn't bother to take care of herself. Guess losing your husband can do that to you. Her face was full of wrinkles and each one seemed to tell another story about heartbreak or trauma. With the amount of wrinkles Grimoire had, she must of had one pretty messed up life. "Isn't it just a little too early for you to be human yet Geoff?" She asked "Isn't it just a little to early to be asking me those kinds of questions, Grim?" She chuckled. Ms. Grim took me in right after Jonathan died. I had been living on the streets, sleeping in whatever abandoned car I could manage to break into. She penned me up and only asked that I pay her a measly 200 bucks a month for the place. Not that it was worth 200 bucks, but I think it was more "putting up with you" money. "Where you going?" Ms. Grim asked. I shrugged. " Don't know." "Well, it seems like you need answers. I always know that looking inside yourself, you'll find them." "Yeah Mom....Okay mom." I joked. "Well, if you want REAL answers to your questions, go to Mr. Grinner's. He's a wise man." "The Toy Man? How's the crazy toy man gonna help me?" "He may seem crazy to you, Geoff, but Mr Grinner has seen some nasty things in his time. Taking advice from your elders isn't taboo, at least I don't think so." "Don't wait up for me, honey" I said as I walked out the door. When I arrived at Mr. Grinner's, I felt the creepiest of vibes. The toys in his shop were antiquated. Wooden soldiers? Dollhouses? What kind of kid would want to play with this stuff in the electronic age? I guess nostalgia knows no limits. I walked around the store, and saw a little girl prancing about Mr. Grinner, her young eyes fascinated by the world around her. You could tell she had never experienced hardship before. Then I saw a kid and his dog, also talking with Grinner. Some other girl was absent-mindedly looking at the wooden figurines. "Can I help you, fella?" Grinner asked, finally noticing me. "Depends, what do you have here Gramps?" He frowned, wrinkling his brow. "Kids these days have no manners," He snorked "But if you must know, I have everything you could ever want?" I laughed. "We'll see." "Well, let me take care of the little one's needs first. I'll be with you in a second." I took my place looking at the toy airplane models. Relics of wars past. Their paint was faded, due to lack of upkeep. Grinner had everything, but it wasn't exactly kept up to par. I spun the propeller on one, and imagined what it would be like to fly. [/FONT]

[COLOR="Indigo"][FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"]Wow. That frightens me. I found some funny instances of Fail-ness going on. So I thought I'd share a few. [CENTER][IMG]http://forum.alsacreations.com/upload/2043-fail-camera.jpg[/IMG] [img]http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/fail-owned-hell-fail.jpg[/img] [IMG]http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/fail-owned-impression-fail.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] And one lolcat. [IMG]http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/funny-pictures-mythbuster-cat.jpg[/IMG][/FONT][/COLOR]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]I have a few Ringtones, but nothing over the top like the FF7 Fanfare (although I wanted it). My ringtone for when my girlfriend calls is [B]She's Sexy[/B] by N.E.R.D. Not a bad song and it is just something fun that I picked out. For my mom it would be the [B]Imperial March Theme[/B] from Star Wars. That way I always know when my mom is calling, because it will signify the death of some planet. For everyone else it's [B]Santeria[/B] by Sublime. Cause I said so ;([/COLOR][/FONT]

[quote name='Lrb'][FONT="Tahoma"][COLOR="DimGray"]That's like asking for a free fighting game, you're going to have to give up some money for quality. [/COLOR][/FONT][/QUOTE] [COLOR="Indigo"][FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"]Ha. If you know how to work Mame or download the program GGPO, you can get fighting games for free (downloading the roms, of course) and play online with little problem. There's always a way, young padawans. But more on topic....WoW would probably be the most populated world of PvP MMOs but it definitely isn't free. Free trial too. So you be the judge. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Dooane']BIG day tomorrow! as SF4 is coming out! woot woot!:animesmil who is getting the game? i know i am :animesmil[/QUOTE] [FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]I actually already own the game, it's just a matter of picking it up. But for me here, it isn't till Wednesday. I dunno what the deal is, but no big deal. I'm not going to miss much.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="SlateGray"]Pulling on my coat, I looked towards Grace and then led the party out of the safe house. Going back through the caves, I found a little comfort in myself with my recent actions. I found myself getting attached to everyone, some more than others. I climbed up the ladder and opened the latch and peeked around the immediate surroundings. All clear. I leapt out of the hatch and found the house in no where near the condition we had left it in. The floor was littered with broken glass and pottery, presumably from the Eaters thrashing about, trying to find their already escaped prey. I lit up a cig right as everyone came through the hatch. "What's the deal?" Eros asked. "Looks like your typical frat party. Broken stuff everywhere, beer cans on the floor, half naked chicks in the bedroom." I replied with a wry grin. "Oh ok, so just as we left it then." Surveying the outside of the house, it too fell by the wayside. Holes in the walls, broken windows. Someone had obviously known we had been by. I took a long drag and stared out into the distance, looking for some sort of sign to pop up in my head. I heard the sound of Grace's boots behind me. She took her hand and gently placed it on my shoulder. "What do you think? Still tired of hiding?" "Well, if I get to hide with you, that won't be so bad I guess." "You know you'd enjoy it." "Maybe. That all depends on what you're willing to do." "Psh." Grace stole the cig from my mouth and took a small drag of her own and puffed the smoke in a ring shape that floated listlessly into the air. I watched it rise and then eventually dissipate. Eros's voice once again broke up the moment. "So, they tore up the fridge. We're going to need supplies. Carol wants you two to go to the supermarket and try to find something edible." "Alright, we'll see what we can find." "Don't you kids do anyone I wouldn't." I got my jacket from the dining room table and headed out.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]Actually if we said that we have different opinions and call it a day, it'd make almost any discussion thread in the [strike]Love Shack[/strike] Lounge pointless. So thread stays open to those to have yet to voice their opinion. We may have more campers join our little sewing circle.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]Hmm I don't really know any PVP, only because I don't venture into MMO land hardly ever. I know [B]Guild Wars[/B] is free at last check. I don't know if it's PVP but it's definitely free for you to play. I'd suggest looking that up.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"]I have to say, this does sound rather fun. So I'll give it a run. Name:Geoff Knightley Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: [url]http://www.elephantjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/tylerdurden.jpg[/url] Everything about him screams typical male (average height, weight, athletic build, brown hair). However, his eyes are his distinguising feature. Due to ocular albinism, his eyes are a purplish color. Geoff tends to dress in jackets and slacks, with either a muscle shirt or plain T-Shirt underneath. Often seen with a cigarette in his mouth, which is one of his vices. Geoff doesn't fuss too much about his appearance, but indulges himself in sunglasses, which he boasts many different outlandish designs. Most often, he wears a pair of aviator sunglasses. Curse: -The Fury- Geoff's curse gives him immeasurable strength, often enough to crush rocks or punch through cement walls, at the cost of losing his sense of sight. This can lead to Geoff accidentally committing to fratricide and as of late, the side effect of the curse has led him to lose his sight almost entirely. Curse Toy: A hand-carved, wooden figurine of the god of battle, Ares. It is small enough that he keeps it as a small trinket attached to his belt loop. To invoke it's powers, Geoff grasps it and closes his eyes. Personality: Brash and rather uncaring of others, Geoff likes to leap before looking. He doesn't care for planning or spending time contemplating. A very direct person, Geoff will speak his mind about anything and everything. His blunt candor often leads to clashes between him and others, to which his emotionally detached sentiments bubble to the surface. Background: Born and forged in poverty ridden east side of Benista, Geoff had to learn how to survive without the guidance or love of a mother and father.His teacher was his friend Jonathan. Jonathan taught Geoff how to fight, steal and hustle people. Not really knowing anything else, Geoff wandered the streets, just out of the police's grasp. His reputation around the neighborhood as a child of the streets causes him to be very well-liked. He has earned the respect of many neighborhood citizens, due to his and Jonathan's rule over local gangs, until Jonathan's untimely demise at the hands of a rival gang. Now Geoff wanders the streets, looking for his friend's assailant. Geoff currently lives alone in a run-down apartment near an abandoned shoe factory in east Benista. During the day, Geoff is normally asleep, but at night he is active and roaming the streets, often at local bars or gambling dens looking for clues to his friend's death.[/FONT]

[quote name='silpheedpilot'][SIZE="1"][COLOR="SlateGray"]Shoot better.[/color][/size][/quote] [FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]How much better do I have to get? I swear my gun is aiming at their head and I press fire and it goes toward them....but no hit. That just sounds like poor collision detection to me. I finally beat the game and I realized that the best gun in the game was the Shotgun, because it has pretty good range even for mid to mid-far shots. Not bad, considering shotguns are notorious for getting me murked in other games :( [/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][color=Indigo]Get [B][COLOR="Indigo"]Meteos[/COLOR][/B]. That game is addictive fast and I've had to plug my DS into the charger while marathoning it sometimes O_o[/color][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]Silpheed Pilot will probably destroy my post when he reads this but I've been playing [B]Medal of Honor: Airborne[/B] and I have to say....this game is terrible. The concept of parachuting in is pretty neat, but the shooting aspect of the game is just downright terrible. If I can aim with my sniper rifle and hit someone dead center and they don't even flinch....that's just.....no. I'd rather play Call of Duty.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]While I'm totally for Equal Rights for all Americans, I see the reasons behind having Black History Month. It's the same thread as having National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It's to not forget the struggles that humans have endured for so long. I'm sure when Gay people are allowed to have free marriage rights, then we will find a month to place them in. While I do agree that having Black History Month does kind of bring a "HEY LOOK AT ME" sort of sentiment, I don't necessarily think that it's a bad sentiment to want to be noticed and celebrated after, oh I don't know, about two centuries worth of struggling to get the same rights as everyone else. The way I see some of this argumentation going is like saying "Look, Mr. Muslim. Why does Ramadan have to be so long? We get the point." [/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]Wild Bethany appeared! [B][CENTER]Aaryanna[/CENTER][/B] [CENTER][IMG]http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2009/2/11/128788696687019060.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER][/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="DimGray"]I turned down the tequila, wasn't into getting sauced right now. I needed a clear mind to deal with what was coming ahead. What were we gonna do? What's the next step? Escobar lay at my feet, asleep. It was somehow soothing to see such a pure thing. Escobar didn't have any ulterior motives, no past to lament on, no regrets. He just did what he was told and he got rewarded for it. He basically ate, slept and went to the bathroom. I had to admit, I wish I could have had that lifestyle. "Good boy." I muttered under my breath. I started humming to myself, just to make the moments pass by a little quicker. It was a song my mother used to sing to me when I was young. I found myself singing underneath my breath, which caught the attention of Carol. "What song is that Korey?" "Oh it's an old thing my mom used to sing. By the rivers of Babylon." "Would you care to share with all of us then? It would probably put us in a better mood than what we have been in." "Uhm...okay...sure." I cleared my throat and took a deep breath before beginning the tune. I closed my eyes and imagined my mother singing this to me while she made supper one evening. "By the rivers of Babylon. Where he sat down. And there he went. When he remembered Zion. For the wicked, carry us away Captivity require from us a song How can we sing king Alpha's song in a strange land? So let the words of our mouth And the meditations of our hearts Be acceptable in thy sight Over I By the rivers of Babylon Where he sat down And there he went When he remembered Zion. For the wicked, carry us away Captivity require from us a song How can we sing king Alpha's song in a strange land?" I opened my eyes and found the smiles of Carol, Grace and susprisingly Mrs. Young. I gave a half smile and kind of looked away. "That was beautiful, Korey." "No it was nothing really." I took the deck of cards that had been lying on the table and put them on the ground in front of me. I then shuffled them in a cluttered mess on the ground. Grace stared at me, puzzled. "What on Earth are you doing?" " I can tell you exactly where every one of these cards are right now." "Oh really? I'll bet you can't tell me where they all are. That's impossible without looking." "Not at all. It's actually very easy." "Ok then. Where is the two of hearts?" "On the ground." Grace shot me a dirty look , to which I smugly smiled. Eros chuckled slightly. "Seriously. Can you do this or not?" " Sure. Now watch as I tell you where all these cards are located." I waved my hands over the cards, doing my best impersonation of a Tarot reader. I chanted underneath my breath, adding to the mystical ruse I was doing. "OHMMMMMMMM." I chanted. "Alright, the divine powers have spoken. They tell me that all the cards are in the same location." "What? That's not right. What kind of BS is this?" "There is no disrespecting the divine powers, Grace. They tell me that all of these cards are......" I trailed off, closing my eyes and thrusting my arms into the air, as if to be receiving some sort of cryptic message from a higher source. "Are what?" "ON......THE GROUND." I said with a deep intonation as I smiled. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I broke into laughter and Grace's face became as red as a Christmas tree light, just as Eros described. It had been the most elaborate prank I had pulled in a long time. "You're DONE!" Grace shouted, running at me. I leapt up and ran away from Grace as fast as possible, all the while laughing. "You asshole! Get back here!" I heard Grace yell as I ran. There was no doubt that the mood had just lightened. You couldn't have told whether our lives were just in danger.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]No one can say that Raven's torture doesn't have any backbone...:p *shot mercilessly*[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]Quick Note here, if you want to give away game events, please put them in spoiler tags. Just for those of us who haven't played the game yet ^_~ I don't know about crying, but a game has made me go "Awww mann, why?" at those really sad moments. For instance, in [B]Legend of Dragoon[/B], [spoiler] When Lavitz dies after the second battle with Fruegel at Hellena Prison. Right after you get the "Gust of Wind Dance" Addition and all the nifty things....he drops dead. Sucks to start with all that hard work. But then you get Albert and everything is gravy.[/spoiler][/COLOR][/FONT]