Retribution

Keiji looked down at the ground, completely heartbroken. [b]Get over it, Keiji, we've got to fight.[/b] "Yes. You're right. I can't let my feelings get in the way of my A-game. Let's go." Keiji stood completely straight, looked directly ahead of him, and his MechAnima stood behind him, with a chute that came down, and sucked him up into the cockpit with startling force. All the controls were natural to him... and best of all, he could think, and Amatu would do it for him. Perfect. Amatu's engines kicked to life. He was third out of the hangar, gliding at what was a relatively slow speed, but slow for Amatu was rather swift. He easily overtook the Pheonix and Dragon, and felt their presence, one a fiery, passionate one, and the other a quiet but courageous force. He could only guess that Sora was angry for some reason -- maybe the kiss? [b]What the hell are you doing? If you become distracted with Sora, you'll die out here. Pull yourself together, and concentrate. I picked you because you are a natural flyer. You can't try. You can only do.[/b] "Yeah. It won't happen again. I promise." Keiji closed his eyes, concentrating, then opened his eyes again. He could feel the connection to Amatu. He easily thought of himself in an agile turn back to Sora and Sayne. And it happened. He fell into formation beside Sora and opened a private transmission. +Private COM Channel Established || >>Good luck to you on this mission, || >>But what are we about to fight? || +Transmission Sent\\[Awaiting Response...] || +Please Standby... || Keiji waited for Sora to respond, but in the mean time, he was sub-consiously going over every single manuever of a plane, bird, or winged insect, and how his unsurpassed speed could aid the team to complete the mission. Amatu then logged all this thoughts into the Pilot NAV BANK, where he could access the piloting patterns of past missions, and quickly employ them in a given situation. The mental-link to Keiji from Amatu would sent the data he had thought of, where Keiji's sub-conscious mind would accept or decline each course of action, make a decision, and send it back to Amatu via the mental-link in an instant. Basically, he could react to anything as quickly as a computer, as Amatu was fundamentally one, and Keiji's speed relied on Amatu's processing power of data transfer. In short, Keiji and Amatu were lightening. [B]+Please Standby... ||[/B] Those words were hanging in silence, waiting for a response.

Yeah, I really must say this one is better. The colors on the banner are much more in-your-face and vibrant. I guess grey for hair doesn't work very well in contrast with red clothing. This time around, the black hair really balances things alot. But why does she have red eyes in your avatar, but black eyes in your banner? Just a minor problem. This time, Dagger, you get a [B]9/10[/B].

OOC: How exactly do we pilot the MechAnimas? IC: "Whoa... this is wild" Keiji was truly astounded. He was slightly afraid, but his curiousity drew him in, overriding his fear of death. He walked aimlessly into the middle of the vast room. A silver and green hawk beated its wings, kicking up dust, and blowing air at him. "Oh... you want me, huh? Fine then." He ran over, and touched the creature's metal beak, and felt a slight electric charge going through his body and into the ground. "What what might your name be?" The hawk cawed [b]"Amatu!"[/b] startling Keiji a bit, but he calmed down, realizing Amatu wouldn't harm him. He looked behind him, and the group had started to bond with each machine, all of them were quite cautious, but pleased with the results. [b]"I've finally found you. You're the one, you're destined for me. And together, we will rule the skys"[/b] The communication was telepathic, established through him touching the metal. "Then I'm ready." Keiji couldn't help but be amazed at Sora's magnificent MechAnima. It was a Phoenix, red and gold shimmering off of it, in a nearly holy glow. [b]"Yes. She is beautiful... But tell me if you don't want me to read your thoughts."[/b] Keiji let his mouth hang, completely astounded that a machine could read minds. "Oh... no, no. That's fine, you may read my mind. And yeah, I'm in love. But she's going to get wisked away by some other guy. I mean, money can't buy everything, right?" [b]"This is true. I wish you luck in your future."[/b] Keiji smiled at the intellegience of his MechAnima.

Yeah, that sounds good. But you need a thicker plot. Right now, it's a good background, but I need a plot -- something that the RPG can run with and make things interesting.

I need more information to base my opinion off of, but from what I've read, it's a good idea. What exactly are the Zylons? A faction of ambitious politicians, who are blood-thirsty? The Neo-Zeon/OZ? Fill me in. I would like to be Zechs, the Lightning Count. ^.^

Me likes. I like the cleanliness of it all, the color is very simple and effective. What kind of background are you planning on adding? Personally, I think it looks great without text and the like. The only qualm I have with this is that the right side contrasts too much with the left. The sudden jump from red to grey and white is hard on the olde eyes. ^.^ Thickening the border, like you previously mentioned, will also do this one some good. Overall: [B]8.7/10[/B] ::shrug:: A solid 8 didn't do you justice, but it wasn't 9 quality. Not that my ratings really count for anything.

Well, here's a few pictures I took recently. [b]Picture of a Painting of a Sculpture by Calder[/b] -- Long, no? [img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/Calder.jpg[/img] [b]Torn[/b] -- Which way? [color=teal][picture attached][/color] c&c are welcome, be they + or -'s. [color=teal]If a picture enlarges the size of the screen, it's better to just upload it in the post. ~_^ -Syk3[/color]

Gah. I tried to write something. I sort of felt like this two days ago. Might as well vent. ^___^ [B]Shattered[/B] I stood there, staring at the ground. My lips grew tight, teeth clenched their hardest, fists gripped like I was holding an imaginary bar that was the only thing keeping me from falling into the abyss of insanity. Slowly, I walked over, crouched and picked up a single glass bottle, and gazed at it. [i]Corona[/i]. My mind needed a release ... a vent to expel the fuming, toxic gas sputtering through my very skin. So much hate was pent up, so much hate that I hated the very air I breathed. No, I wasn't angry at the world. It was too beautiful to hate. And I wasn't pissed at myself either, for I wasn't the one at fault. [B]What the hell were they thinking when they did that? What fucking ... fucking demon would drive them to commit such an atrocity?![/B] My hand quaked, as I tried to steady my hand, my emotions, the situation. [B]Just let it go.[/B] Yes! That was it. Let it all go. So I did. I stepped forward, letting my arm swing in a forward arc, letting go at the appropriate point in the thrust, and letting the bottle fly. Twisting, turning, screaming for mercy as it spun, spun, spun through the air, approaching it's destiny. That glass hit the wall... each glass piece fragmented, flying in dangerous arcs, whining... crying, screaming. But it was such a cleansing sound. I looked at the wall, and saw a circular area on it where glass still clung for dear life, whispering, speaking, yelling at him, shouting his story like there was no tommorow. And life was such a meaningful word, as I observed all the dead, bloody glass on the ground. It was dead. And I was just as shattered as that damn Corona bottle was.

It feels like you're trying to find a rhyme to each word, and then it comes across as forced. And the angsty theme doesn't take you too far. Really, it sounds like you like contemplating suicide because you're heart's been broken twice. I don't understand why you hate yourself... or why "It used to be nice/ In this twisted paradise/" maybe because your relationship was bittersweet? I guess I don't understand the reasoning behind the poem itself. Try elaborating more on your point. A single line is all you need.

>_>;; I remember someone once asked me to make them a Linkin Park banner. They never returned to OB though. Well, here you go. Not as good as Rhian. Well, I suppose it's okay if you like abstract. Wuteva... [new york-esque] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/lp.jpg[/IMG]

Yeah, I know exactly what you're talking about. It's been on other forums, namely TagMonkey.com, but it's been other places too. For the record, I think it's a great idea. Not only does an Art Battle spark competition, it is a way of improving one's skills extremely quickly. By being directed to make a banner that's a certain length, height, and theme, it could be a way of refining certain skills. Heck, you could even have a strictly filter or brush battle. I vote [B]Ay [/B] for it.

Well, I'm not an expert on the matter, but they stare at you and giggle because they like you/think you're hot/cute. This thread was here a whilst back. Oh well. - Thin/slender, but not bolimia thin. - Cute. This is better than a hottie for me. - Soft, warm eyes. And onto less materialistic traits. - Compassionate - Cares about me - Funny, but doesn't have to be a comedian. - Can listen to me/Respect me - Who wants all of the above back from me.

I found my wallpaper on Deviant Art. It looks really good, if you ask me. Nice and simple. The way it should be. [b]EDIT:[/b] I had to resize my wallpaper, so that I could upload it. Meh.

Romance... no-one will really read this, but whatever. I have a crush right now with a girl who goes to my school. She sits near me in some of my classes, and we talk. We're basically friends. She doesn't really know how much I like her though. It's sort of funny, because some of my friends are trying to hook me up, but I'm just a shy dude. Anyway, I'm pretty sure she'll end up like all my other crushes. Eventually fading into the back of my mind, moving out of my dreams, and after a few more months, I'll lose all desire to be more than just a friend to her. But we'll still be friends, and I'm cool with that.

w00t b33r! I contributed a good idea! Anyway, I'm almost positive the mods wouldn't add in an Advice forum. If it were to be added, it would be a sub-forum, but what would it be under? The Otaku Lounge? And yes, it would get spammy -- really, really fast. I think that it might need to be one of those forums, where they elect a new moderator who's always online. That way, they can crack down on all the spam flying around in there. I would hate for someone with low post quality to hurt that kind of serious sub-forum. And people would need to be tolerant of other people's feelings too, since advice can be a touchy thing. On the other paw, why do it? If it requires all these new rules and a new moderator, things could get too complicated. Yo ho ho and a bottle of w00t b33r, ~Alt-o-matic

Are you suppposed to hijack someone's thread? Unless Juu authorized it I guess. ::shrugfest:: Anyway, the first Photogram looks awesome! Like... a rusted backbone. And the stark black/white/rust contrast of colors make it looks like it's exploding. Nice.

Actually, they aren't the same picture. If you look close, each strip has a different pose. And yes, the red was unavoidable. It was already on the pictures before I manip'd it. Thank you to all who gave me some feedback.

I don't think there's quite enough threads popping up for Romance to get its own forum. For now, I think the Otaku Lounge is a good place for it all. Who's to say that other 'emotions' don't get their own forum? And if a Romance forum were to be created, it should be an Advice forum... something that has a wider range.

OOC:James is an NPC. I'm glad this started up! And before this RPG really starts, I'd like to say that I wanted to amend my bio to make Keiji a relatively rich guy. His dad is the CEO of some company. Just so ya'll know. IC: Keiji laughed, after hearing a particularly good joke from his friend. "Whoa. I'm not usually one for dirty jokes, but that one was hilarious, man!" Keiji exclaimed. The whole joke blurred after hearing what the woman did to the horny guy. But it was funny nonetheless. "Well, let's get to lunch, right man?" James and Keiji walked down the hall, and went into the lunch room. Keiji saw Sayne, the relatively quiet guy, and Sora, an extremely smart girl. James peeled off from Keiji, and went his separate way. A group of girls smiled and waved at him from across the room. He waved back, and a chorus of "Oh my god, did he look at us?!" echoed across the lunch hall. Keiji quickly sat down, hoping not to draw any extra attention to himself. "Hello to all! And how are you people today?" Keiji already knew them all. He didn't know all of them very well, but he was social enough to have talked to them all at least once. Most responded with a 'hey' and Sayne didn't say anything. He sat down at the table, and looked at everyone. "Well, who here has a valentine?" Elizabeth ventured to ask the table. No one replied in the affirmative or raised a hand. It was a rather pitiful sight. "Yep. No one. That's how some of these 02.14's go, right?" Sora replied. "Well, I got you this rose, Elizabeth, and you this box of chocolates, Sora. I hope you both like them." The rose had costed around $50, and the box of chocolates was wrapped in a purple silk ribbon, and enclosed was another expensive purchase. Pure french chocolate. That costed $70. But their expressions were priceless. Sora looked around, with uncomfortable eyes, as she was the object of many guy's affection at the table. Elizabeth blushed. "Thank you." they both reluctantly said. The guys looked like they all wanted to decapitate Keiji. They were thinking things like "Damn him!" and "Let's kill him" either because he was rich and bought these two girls such gifts and 1 upped them, or because they say him as a threat. Keiji wasn't an idiot. He knew they thought he was a jerk, but he couldn't say anything like "Hey, I'm not a jerk" or "Do you hate me because I'm rich?" without it making him look like a conceeded jerk. He looked at the ground. Both the girls looked rather agitated, embarressed, or angry. He could not tell which. "No need to seem so exited. Later." He walked away, quickly shaking off his let down.

Well, Syk3, I'm glad you admit it, and aren't some rabid fan, not appreciating the culture or the language itself, but only for the anime. Anyway, I wish sometimes, my parents had immersed me in another language at a young age, so I could be fluent in it. Even if it were... (heaven forbid) [i]french[/i]. But I'm just kidding to all the French here. It's just that the language is so... hard to pronunciate.

I came to OB ... January last year. Now that I think of it, it's been a year or so here. w00t for me. Anyway. I came here, in search of Gundam stuff, and Google retrieved me a link to the Archive. I signed up, and tried to post in there, only to my amazement, all the threads were locked, and well expired. Needless to say, I was very sad I couldn't revel in all the Gundam-ness, so I hit the X-button on my browser. Fastforward to Summer, 2004. I stumbled here again because of my newly adopted manga craze. This time, Google brought me back a link to the Manga forum, which I found rather dull. I decided to explore the index of OB, only to find that it said I hadn't been here since January, something or other. This time, I decided to post. I immediately got my newcomer reprimand from Dagger, begging with heart and soul for post quality, coherence, and no double posting. *sigh* What a feeling. Anyway, I was sort of frightened, not because I spoke it l33t, but because I had already broken a rule on such a wholesome community, where the moderators actually cared about post quality, flame-baiting, and foul language. So I posted, until August or so. Then I started making my own website, which bumped OB down to last in my priority's list. I came back here because I was bored sometime around October, looking for anime again. So, I'm still relatively new here, only being 1 year old, but I like it here. w00t for O[b]B[/b]

[quote name='wiccansamurai']With that monster thing... I hate it. My teacher came to me halfway through and said "You need something in that space. Put a monster there." I just kinda went O_O. And did it, because the thing was for a grade. But I had no idea what to put there, and that's the best (worst) I came up with.[/quote] I think the teacher told you to put something in that space because it was a pocal point of the picture. The path and grass practically point directly at that space, and it being empty took alot away from the picture. Still, a weeping willow would've done better.

I like it alot, particularly the use of meter in this one. The only part I have a qualm with is: "Stinging liquid from my eyes Like the cruel winter rain" I was expecting a "Wish I..." coming up, but I stumbled with the line, and thought at first it completely killed the rhythm. But after reading it again, I saw that it worked well. I don't know why you say "Stinging [i]liquid[/i]..." because I know its water/tears. Hm... But good overall.

[IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/myfather.jpg[/IMG] Looks like a memory, no? Anyway, leave comments be they - or +. Thanks.

Firefox. Meh. But on a more serious note, I've had the same problem, although infrequent. I just hit refresh, or just close the window, open a new one, and go to OB. And talk about a new stress on the server due to bandwidth... a few days ago, there was [B]72 [/B] guests viewing the OB Anthology. I meant to get a screen-cap, but I didn't seem to work when I hit Print Screen. Ahh well.