Retribution

[SIZE=1]Well, he won't read it himself. Millions of people are e-mailing him, if his e-mail is on the internet. Some adviser of his will sift through the millions of e-mails to pick a few out that he'll read himself. But he's a good guy. He wasn't a Nazi or a Nazi sympathizer. All the Aryan kids in Germany were forced to join the Hitler's Youth. Now, there's a different discussion as to if he was gung-ho about it, but I seriously doubt he was. He deserted his post at the age of 15 or so. I'm not a Roman Catholic, but I do go to Catholic school, so I know about him. This is all based off of what my Sacred Scripture teacher has told me, but the Pope cannot change doctrine like contraception, abortion, homosexuality, and the like. Apparently, he doesn't have the authority to ordain female clergy either, as it is said [somewhere] in the Bible that only men can be priests. He's also supposedly infallible when it comes to the teaching of faith and morals because the Holy Spirit protects him from error. Pfft. I'm sure he's a good guy, as you have to be extremely pious to make it to Cardinal. I hope that he does some good in the world, and keeps the Catholic faith ... how it should be run. (Hm... perhaps I should've said something different. Meh.)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Yeah, no hard feelings, Anarchy. But Kairi, don't you think that the beating you gave me was a little one-sided at the end? I mean, you didn't even grace me with the chance to redeem myself. You just ended the battle after you beat me to a pulp. Perhaps the ending to the battle should've been a mutual agreement, hm?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Okay. Spar over. I wasn't stealing your fighting style, only picking an advantageous way to fight. What exactly are the God's going to vote on? Writing, fighting, creativity? Just wondering. And it was a good match.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'd pick stall four, only because it's closest to the wall. There's less people around ... and more isolated. I guess with urinals, I pick the one farthest away from another person. It's an unwritten law to do so. Anything else would be deemed "gay." At least that's how it is at my school. Besides, I don't like peeping at other guy's junk.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC:Ah-ha. Made me sheath a weapon to get a hit, eh? Heheh. And how're we gonna determine the victor when there's no death match? The Blade Gods vote?IC: [i]Fuck.[/i] His chest was bleeding, and would kill him if he exerted his body too much. Therefore, his victory had to be decicive. Moving around too much would spill his blood unnecessarily, and cause him to die. Fate seemed to laugh at his poorly-dealt hand, but his will gripped tighter onto life than ever before. The man's back was also bleeding, but not as persistantly as his abodmen. His adversary was full with knicks, cuts, and a few successful slashes. However, he was skilled -- blocking out all his pain. [i]You can not think about the pain, but it'll kill you.[/i] He needed to lop off a limb. To stab him. To dismember the man. No more slashes or grazing blows. [B]Killing.[/B] He unsheathed his kodachi, staring deep into his blood-red eyes that seemed to glow in the light mist. Slowly, cautiously, Miyamoto paced towards the adversary in attack position. He remained neutral, staring at him. Before he entered the man's attack range, his opponent jumped high in the air, landing right behind of Miyamoto. They stood back to back for a mere instant, Miyamoto having more time to plan since he jumped in the air. He twisted his kodachi backwards, giving a brusque stab, then hopping backwards, lashing out with a violently precise hack at where he invisioned his neck to be. The stab was succesfully planted, fracturing his rib, but taking no more damage. The swing with the katana was blocked, then forcefully shoved back. No time to think. The man was in his face again. He stabbed with his scimitar, grabbing only air as Miyamoto rolled on the earth. It was unorthodox, it was fluid. But his opponent reacted, stabbing brutally where his neck was. Had been. The blade sung loudly as it dug deeply into the granite rock of the mountain. He let go of it, not having time enough to dislodge it with Miyamoto giving him a dual slash at his legs from behind. He jumped away, as expected. But he was a weapon down, and was separated from his weapon by Miyamoto's firm stance, ready to brutally murder the offender.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Plot coherency... falling apart...IC: "Shit..." he whispered. He heard a crash, and glass shattering coming from downstairs. Of course, he hoped the person would be okay, and naturally he sprinted down the flight of beautiful stairs into the kitchen. Maria was standing over someone else who was lying on the ground bleeding from her face. "Oh Dios Mio... is she okay?" His voice was worried, with a hint of anger towards whoever did this. "I have no idea.? She sounded scared about something. ?What the hell happened!? This is serious!? He demanded, frantically pacing back and forth. He didn?t wait for her hesitant answer. ?Help! [b]Someone help![/b]? He yelled upstairs. A few people poked their heads out of their doors. ?What happened? Who did this?? He asked Maria, wishing punishment upon such a vile culprit. He knew in the back of his mind that Maria had to tell him the truth, and wondered if she would ? if her card permitted her to do it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][i]Like water...[/i] He stood up, exhaling slowly the pain that ached in his chest. His adversary had caught him off guard, which slightly irked him, and even went so far as to not draw his sword. He violated the Bushido, and would die for being so foolish to have the audecity to wear a katana. He rolled his shoulders twice, to get back into the swing of things -- the sudden attack had thrown his composure, but it was now regained. He drew his katana, his kodachi already in his left hand, and while he did so, he stared back into the man's red eyes. Miyamoto wore his passive stare, not really caring what his eyes looked like. Such things were trivial when it came to martial matters. He took off in a sprint at his opponent, who still did not draw his weapon. Taking advantage of that, he got in mid-range, where he could not be struck, and rolled to the right of the man, just as he entered his attack-range. He was not shaken by the advance, throwing an axe-kick at him while he was still on the ground, but Miyamoto reacted in time. He pounced back up, to the left side of the man. Sparing no second, he took a swipe at the man's torso with his katana, then a stab at his head with his kodachi. The unconventional attack had bought him a precious second, enough to land a fair-blow on his ribs, but the stab missed. A red horizontal line now painted his clothing. He did not wince in pain, only sending a round house kick at Miyamoto, then a backwards kick from his landing position. He ducked the first one, and attempted to slice off the man's leg entirely when the second came around. No such luck. The opponent quickly retracted the foot, and set it down, sizing him up again. [I]No time to wait. No time to analyze. No time for him.[/I] His own philosophy rushed to his head, his training kicking in instantly. In a vicious but calculated onslaught, he ripped away at the air and cloth of the man. He was insistant on not drawing his sword. His flesh told the stubborn story, with his kodachi and katana always managing at least a grazing blow. [I]Use the surroundings to your advantage. Be like water, in the low places. Be like wind in the high places. Circle your opponent, and kill quickly.[/I] The recipe of death was alive in his mind, and Miyamoto followed it readily. Cutting short his attack, which had been bayed by thrown punches, he sprinted into the mist, where he would not be seen for a few minutes. The wind was with him, keeping the cover near him and far from his opponent. He was a fast man, quickly tailing Miyamoto. He soon lost ground on him, and soon could no longer his location. He awaited up a small hill, a rather smooth one, but with slight dips and turns. His opponent was cautiously walking up the hill, observing the surroundings, looking for a hint of Miyamoto. In turn, Miyamoto quietly picked up a pebble, and lobbed it behind the man. He turned around, looking in both directions unsure of himself. Amush woud await if he chose the wrong direction.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The [b]first one[/b] is too grainy, but that was intentional. It needs a border, and a better font, so that it's easier to read. Cursive can look elegant, yet still legible. This took some decyphering. The background is a little busy for my taste, and it's hard to see what's going on in the upper right. The [B]second one[/B] was better, but also needs a border. There's way too much empty space, which needs to be taken care of -- either by making it smaller altogether, or just filling it with another image. The typography is just awesome. Props on that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]www.Google-is-your-best-friend.com Or perhaps a Voltron fansite would be a good place to start.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Okay, we're recycling the posting order once again. So I'm posting. If you forgot when you post, the Underground holds the key.IC: Keiji's arm was wet, due to the fact that missing his sleeve. His opponent was fast, perhaps lucky as well, since he was blind. He did not make a move, he did not breathe, for fear that if he did, he would be killed. He quickly looked around, seeing the overflowing river, and sprinted towards it. Two powerful strikes carried him there in time, with his opponent quickly catching up to him. As his foot touched the bank of the river, he jumped over the river to the other side -- the distance was only five feet across. He turned to face his jumping opponent, who was aggresively approaching his position with a down-slash of his katana. Stepping out of the way of his trajectory, he swung at the man with a pincer movement of his kodachi and katana. He blocked the katana, then swiftly ducked the kodachi, but it left just enough time for Keiji to jump over the crouching man. Just as expected, the blind man quickly reacted by poking his katana up so as to catch Keiji as he landed on the other side of him. But he too, was thinking more than just one step ahead, as Keiji parried the katana out of his path in midair with his kodachi, then brutally stabbed at the crouched man with his katana. He landed on the other side of him, but did not wait to see if his opponent was wounded. He turned around, and threw another slash at the man's body with his katana once more.OOC: Your turn, ReFlux.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Yeah, another poem about ... me. I guess it's getting old now, but whatever. Just make sure you comment on one of the three. Thanks. [b]Tears[/b] Rising up, welling, flooding And the dam of self-resolve failing I had something to say that mattered But all I could articulate was a mutter. Waves of emotion wanted to gush forth into visibility But I had to be strong metaphysically It wasn't the first time I'd felt that Bitter-cold wind within. I fought back the one million tears Condensed them into spheres of perseverance That kept me fighting for the past million years And I finally lost, and a tear made it's first appearance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Here's another poem. It was exactly how I was feeling, so I can't really entertain crit like "You're trying too hard to be deep." It flowed from the pen. Nothing else. [b]All the Adversity[/b] "Cause sometimes you feel tired, feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse." ~Eminem Listen to my tears spilling through this pen Transforming my soul to never get conquered again Crying for the courage to look grim death in the eye To be strong enough to shoulder my burden inside To have the will to kill my inner-demon tonight And my tears are flowing tonight so: I welcome adversity to cross my path Cause it'll get its infastructure collapsed Raging wrath leaves its neck severed and snapped Dismantle shadows of doubts, so they never attack I was clever but cracked -- And my cowardice was a tether severed in the weather of black-ness. Every final round was only a practice My useless trump was a null-and-void tactic Desparation was felt like kids in burning attics -- Too much reality I wasn't good enough, wasn't worth it Damaged merchandise wrapped up in a tourniquet Had to pick up my pieces Had to fight to the top Had to pray to a Jesus Iron out my soul in a knot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Thanks for the comments on the other poem. Here's a new one. I must admit, it sounds like I was trying too hard to be deep, but I was just writing how I felt. [I]Nepenthe[/I] is a drug used to forget sorrow or pain. [b]Intangible Euphoria[/b] That distant Euphoria Sitting just beyond the hillls of Elysium Infinitely close, farther still Is the nepenthe, the solace, the respite. The breath after the purge It's close But intangible.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well, this little list is gonna get lost amid the other lists, but whatever. 1. [B]Neon Genesis Evangelion:[/B] It's a really good show... Don't exactly know what to say. But the idea of interfacing with your "mecha" was a new idea for me. Props to it. 2. [B]Naruto:[/B] I really like the character development in this, especially Naruto. The fighting scenes are good, and the creator was pretty creative in general. 3. [B]Mobile Suit Gundam:[/B] I loved SEED. I love Wing even more. But the foundation to it all was MSG. Gundam is everything it is today because of this show -- SEED basically ripped everything from it, and Wing has elements floating through it. And most (if not all) Gundam Series have a Char reincarnation. It profoundly impacted the series. 4. [B]Kino's Journey:[/B] My god, this show was awesome. I'm genuinely surprised that it hasn't popped up on more lists. I suppose that's thanks to Cartoon Network/Adult Swim... Anyway, the sheer ingenuity of it all, just blows my mind. It's deep, sometimes too much, and leaves me riddled at the end. It's not the typical-plotted anime, but rather delievers a message. 5. [B]Outlaw Star:[/B] Yes, it pwnz you. The ending to the story was pretty sad, but I still loved it with all my heart. Grappler battles? Who'da thunk? And the crew aboard the ship was good too. But I'm gonna end this list now. I haven't seen enough good anime for it to make the list. Sorry.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Sorry ? just wanted to get this started. I won?t mention anything except for a few nondescript pieces of scenery. Here we go?IC: He had been traveling for nearly a year now, Miyamoto had. He was a ronin, and a sought-after one at that. Nearly every feudal lord in Japan wanted him, and had offered to pay him thousands of koku (bags of rice = feudal Japanese currency), but he had declined. He was still searching for something more important. Mastery of his dual-sword style. Of course, he had created it, so it had been difficult to create and refine it, let alone master. So, instead of deciding for himself when he had finally ?mastered? his own technique, he would fight the best. And if he could defeat them, he would retire into the mountainside, and write poems. Once you have mastered martial principle, one needed only to apply it to every other aspect of their life to improve it. Calligraphy. Dancing. Family management. He was living his own philosophy, and would die by it ? to master all that you can, and retire into eternity. He adjusted his kodachi, which was slightly blown from its original position on his hip. The wind was kicking up and becoming much stronger than he had expected. Perhaps it would serve him in his next battle. Perhaps he could imitate it, and dance like it. Perhaps he could kill like it. He would kill like it, and would do it efficiently, too. But more than he was the wind, he was water. Adapting, crashing, receding, drowning. Getting into the low-places and cracks to erode at the rock and fissure it. He stood still, feeling the wind encompass him and try to shove him aside. He stood firm, and felt the invisible tendrils feel their way around him. He looked around for what he was feeling, and knew he would find nothing. But he [I]did[/I] he an oncoming man, walking slowly towards him.[/SIZE]

[IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/kairiava.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/kairibanner.jpg[/IMG] [SIZE=1]Sorry if it's lacking. I'll try and change it if you want.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Hah. I challenge, you, [B]Kairi[/B]! The location is up to you, but the weather is freezing cold, biting, heavy wind. And it's just before dusk, when the sky is slightly dimming.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I like it alot. Was it hand-drawn, or computer generated? I guess you could erase the faces and legs of people in photoshop, but it wouldnt've looked as clean. Pretty interesting idea. But I don't like the darkness on the left side of the picture. Feels unbalanced to me. The word "Coats" is also kidna shadowed by the gradient from gray to black. Take it out. And the text "Gavin Brown" doesn't need the gradient either. A solid color of white would do, to make it stand out. But the general concept is pure ownage.[/SIZE]

[QUOTE=Sean][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Hm, fair enough, lol. But I would seriously think about this poem when writing future ones. I'm guessing you were trying to give off a Matrix-esque feel to this, but I'm not sure, the whole Flesh versus Machine. Last two lines were especially good. Great work, and hey, I said I would comment on somethingh of your sometime. ~.^[/SIZE][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Yeah, it was meant to emit a Matrix feel, but also possibly have a deeper meaning. Thanks for commenting! Now if only someone would resurrect my art thread... lol[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Hah. Thanks... And I don't think I'm gonna go edit all of my other poems. Too lazy, and it'd be too hard. Besides, most of them were haiku, so it's pretty difficult to rework those. Any other comments/crit?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Yeah, I'm back into the thick of things. I've revisited my past of when OB had it's own sparring forum. Those were good times. So I'm extending my challenge to one person who wants to spar against me. If you aren't going to be dedicated to it, don't try to sign-up. But it'll also be competitive, so if you post a lame bio, then I'll pick a better man.[B]Scenario:[/B] There's no real strong plot to this one, except it's a cherry blossom forest when they're blooming, but the forest is rather thin. So it's easy to see your opponent through the trees, even from far off. The trees are around eight to nine feet tall, and can't support much weight. The day is warm and sunny, but not to the point of it being hot or muggy. Try to make this as realistic as possible. I don't want people who can "weild the power of fire" or "can cut you in the blink of an eye." Give me something plausible. And NO GOD MODS. If you do, I'll reject you, or ask you to revise it. Sign-up sheet: [b]Name:[/b] Anything you want to be. [b]Age:[/b] Reflect your physical ability, or your years of experience. [b]Fighting Style:[/b] [b]Skills:[/b] Nothing supernatural, but something that differentiates you from the rest of the pack. [b]Motive:[/b] Why are you in the forest?[/SIZE]

[QUOTE=Godelsensei]However, my mind switches gears dramatically once I find myself anywhere populated by less than a million people. I [i]hate[/i] being in the country at night. Last summer, my family rented a cottage up somewhere where there were no lights to be seen for kilometers, once night fell, and I could not fall asleep. I would sit there, mostly covered by a sleeping bag, with my eyes darting back and forth, lest some chain-saw-wielding silhouette appear before my monitor-loving eyes. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that week, and was very glad to come home.^^"[/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]All hail city-lovers. I'm the same way, really. It's not like I can't get to sleep when I'm in a less-populated area, but I feel... alone and detached from the world. And I always worry if I missed something on the fast-paced online world. Looking out into the city really is nice, with the monuments and all. Like Godel said, everyone's a sleep, and you have complete silence. And silence is something of gold when you have younger brothers. Four of them. >_> A moment alone is a moment I cherish. But back on topic, most teenagers like the night better than the morning. I'm guessing it's because there's more to do then, along with the whole "I'm becoming a darker person" thing some experience.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: O-Ren, I think I know what you need to do. lolIC: "Hello? Hello?" He said, mumbling into the phone. The flat-line drone on, so he hung up the phone. Why? Why did she hang up? Her card. It was quite simple. She didn't like her card either. But why not at least talk? The questions riddled his brain as he lay in bed. He had strolled up from the library a while ago, and his sobbing had drastically decreased to a mere throbbing of his heart. He wanted to just walk out of the mansion. "What the fuck am I talking about?! This is for millions! Billions even! I can do whatever the challenges are!" He said, genuinely happier. Some things were worth breaking your morals -- It'd pay off in the long run. Besides, he could do [I]so[/I] much good with that money. Donations to the poor, but still have a good amount left. A renewed zeal was in his heart, replacing the sadness. He would win, no matter what. He would obey every rule to the T, and not risk getting punished. Walking out of his room, he had a bit more confidence in his stride, but still felt slightly uneasy about the card he had gotten. [I]Knock knock.[/I] No answer. [I]Knock knock knock.[/I] "Halo? It's Sergio." No answer. "Open the door? [I]Por favor[/I]?" He became worried, took a step back from the door, and leaned his back against the wall adjacent to the door. He'd wait here until she answered. Every now and again, he'd knock on the door sideways with his left hand, the hand closer to the door. The silence bugged him, but he wouldn't open the door against her will.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]While the game is definitely fun, it gets old tiresome after the first ten levels or so. What I mean to say is that, while Tetris is quite a fun and well-respected game, as it should be, it's still very monotonous, and loses people's attention. Repetition isn't always good in a videogame. Besides, whenever I step up to a game of Tetris, in the back of my mind I know there's no way possible for me to beat it. It's this looming feeling, knowing that there's nothing humanly possible to do in order to conquer that blasted computer. It reminds you that computers are better than you. Hah.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]It'd be nice if I could get more than five views and zero replies this time around, everyone. *hint hint* Yeah, comments of + or - are completely welcome. [b]Digital Revolution[/b] Mission completed Program terminated Ammo depleted Construct - disconnect Mainframe system freeze Dummy Plug killed; Rejected Subjugated, brought to knees Mass character genocide Flesh and Machine fought Sipping digital cyanide Let metal rust and rot[/SIZE]