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[size=1] I thoroughly enjoyed the first [b]Stranded[/b]. Let's see if this one'll be as good. (What an ending, huh?) [color=darkred] There I was, lying on the patio of a beach-side cabana, holding a beautiful, raven haired Latina in my arms. I could feel her smooth, bare skin pressed against my own. Both of us were dressed only in our bathing suits. The setting sun warmed our bodies together as we gazed into one another eyes. I could see a man in the beauty?s dark eyes. He had short auburn hair with lifted bangs in the front, similar dark brown eyes, and a large jaw line with European features. It was me. Neither one of us spoke. We both listened to the subtle, peaceful sound of the ocean waves lapping onto shore. Her fingers crawled over the top of my back and caressed the back of my neck, pulling my head down into a kiss. I closed my eyes as her lips pressed against mine; I could feel her tongue sliding into my mouth. As soon as her tongue penetrated my lips, I tasted a disgusting amount of harsh salt in my mouth. The taste filled my mouth, causing me to start coughing and choking fiercely. I quickly opened my eyes in panic, sitting up to vomit a small amount of salt water onto white sand. I began looking around my surroundings and found myself sitting in the middle of a tropical beach, the tide splashing onto my hands. White sand coated my otherwise tanned skin. I truly was shirtless, revealing a healthy, toned body. The only clothing on me was a pair of worn-camouflage shorts and black Nike-Shox track shoes. Looking up to the sky, I squinted my eyes to avoid the brightness of the sun. It was a deep blue sky. It couldn?t have been past noon. I sat for a moment and attempted to remember why I was here. But the more I thought, I could only come back up with more questions. I couldn?t remember my past actions, my age, not even my own name. My mind was scattered and confused. I became scared and frantic, desperately questioning myself as to whom I was. I jumped to my feet and starting looking around, hoping to see some sight that would insight a memory. I found nothing and started to mutter to myself. [b] ?Damn, damn, damn? damn it to hell!?[/b] I cried out, only to be met by echoes and the sound of scattering birds in what appeared to be a jungle or rain forest further onto the land. Then I became aware of something in the right pocket of my camo-shorts. Reaching into the pocket, I withdrew a small yellow piece of paper folded into a square. I swallowed hard while I gazed down at the paper. Opening it up slowly, I began to read out the message written on it. [i]Welcome to the Game, Michael.[/i] [b]?The hell ???[/b] I thought to myself aloud. I was racked by yet another question. But at least one question was answered. [b]?I guess my name is Michael.?[/b] This knowledge gave me peace of mind on a small level. [i]Michael?[/i] I thought to myself. Taking a deep breath, I began clearing my mind of all the frustrations I was feeling. Suddenly, I felt energy flow through my body and looked on into the jungle with determination. [i]There?s gotta be someone out there that can help me?[/i] The thought gave me power to move and take action. Taking one last gaze back into the ocean behind me, I set off on foot towards the green mass before me. It was time to get to the bottom of all this?[/color] Hope this is all good. [/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] [center] The Shaw Brothers Present... [b]Return of the Otaku[/b] [IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y181/Cybernator/KungFuTheatre3.jpg[/IMG] Starring [b] The Boss[/b][/center] I did a little bit of photo-editing for the first time in a while. Tried to give it that whole Early '70's Saturday Morning Kung-Fu Cinema feeling. I took that pic during the summer. I was captured doing some of my Tae Kwon Do in the back yard with my brother snapping pictures. I hope that's action-oriented enough for ya, unless you'd like a fight scene instead. [b]If you could combine two animals, what would they be, and why?[/b] Now I could be witty and unoriginal and say a 'Liger, because it's like my favorite animal... it's like a lion and a tiger combined'. But given the opportunity, I think I'd come up with something much more awesome. Can you say 'Barillas'? Didn't think so. A hybrid between a South American Fruit Bat and a Silverback Gorilla. With flesh-wings stretching from it's fingers to it's ribs and the strength of five to ten human male adults, this bad boy would reign supreme over the wild. Probably the only animal I wouldn't mind being killed by, I could imagine telling the story in heaven. "Oh me? I was swooped up by an awesome Barilla and dropped five hundred feet to my death over the Amazon..." A boy can dream, can't he? [b]If you had to film an action movie, what location in the world would you think would suit the most exciting action scene ever? (In other words, where would you film it?)[/b] I've thought long and hard over where I would want to stage a huge action scene. Would I fly from scyscrapers in New York City? Blast my way through the jungles of the Amazon? Have a foot-chase scene in the slums of Bangkok? An abandoned army base? Snow-capped ski-resort? The answer for me is far less extreme, but way more awesome. The entirety of a small rural/suburban town. Me and my friend Adam have planned it out. We would be sitting down in Art Class one day, and then out of no where, just start fist fighting with crazy martial arts moves. One of us would be thrown out of the door, fight through the class rooms of the school. Then one of us would be thrown out of a window. The fight would go to the streets in the middle of a busy traffic lane, over to a Walmart. In Walmart, we would use the various appliances to our advantage, potted plants, hunting rifles, rakes and such. Possibly a TV over the head. Then it'd be back out onto the streets for a few ours, maybe through a few people's houses. Body slams onto food-covered dining room tables, flying jump kicks into a china cabinet or two. Maybe even the old door in the face. The classics. At the end of the whole action sequence, after miles of travel and hours of exhausting fighting, the small town news team on our case, we'd duke it out until a set time, say 8:00 pm. After all the brutal and creative combat, we would just stop fighting. Walk up to one another, hug, say good bye, and then go home. End scene. [b]Let's say you ruled a country. Whether your economy prospers or not is up to you. In otherwords, you can be a harsh ruler to your people or a kind one. But what of food? Do you vary in vegetation and agriculture? Do you have a large marketing system? Perhaps some world wide food industries were founded in your nation. The question is, how do you run your country's food situation following those guidelines? This takes more though, folks. You can choose to make your food of plenty or not. What's it going to be?[/b] My country would be an agricultural one. We'd have three main food sources. Yams, Turnips, and Domestic Wombats. Not one of my country's many fine and famous dishes would go without atleast two of these ingredients. Don't like the Yam and Turnip soup? How about some Wombat burgers garnished with a side of sweet-potatoes (Yams)? Or how about some Turnip-stuffed Wombat roast? The possibilities would be endless (well almost). A man's wealth in my country would be judged by the number of wombats he owned in his herd. His dignity and honor would be judged by the number of Yams he could carry in a fist. Also, Turnips would be a afrodesiac in our country. Drives the ladies wild. Oh, but 'Aren't wombats rodents? I'm not eating a rodent.' Listen, you foreigner, you insult our country's pride and soul like that again, and you'll find yourself the extra ingredient in our famous Wombat and Yam meatloaf. It's Mmm Mmm good... So good, that it's illegal not to eat one of those three foods in my country. This is a crime punishable by death... no, imprisonment... no, Artificially ensemenating the Wombat herds. Extraction and contraception for three years. They represent our people, and our national spirit. On our flag, we have pictured a wombat holding a turnip in his left paw to represent Conquest, and a Yam in his left to represent... Conquering. Our national animal is the wombat. Our national bird is the wombat. Our national past time is playing games of 'kick the wombat'. That is how I would handle the food in my country, if I had one.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] I'm the kind of guy who thinks that as long as no one is being hurt or disturbed, that people just need to mind their own damn business. It's not going to affect me whether or not Gays and Lesbians marry or not, save possible tax deductions they would recieve just like any other marriage. Even then, the regular marriages go down the crapper at an alarming rate (I believe it was a +50% divorce rating), so I don't see how it would make a large impact on anyone. Two people who love each other want to marry and devote themselves to one another, and there shouldn't be anything wrong with that. If they want to take it on a religious level, then atleast you're eliminating promiscuity, and allowing devoted relationships rather than what the right-wingers would label "orgies in the streets". Lots of contradiction. I mean, if they want to say that being gay is a sin, then they should also remember that sins can be forgiven (but many people, myself included, don't think it's wrong). There are more sins in the Bible than just homosexuality. Sins like judging people when you are in no position to do such. Hm... more contradiction. I think you should fight for what you believe in, but don't fight other people over what they believe in unless it's physically affecting you or others. I think that conservatives are trying to make the world the way they think it should be, with no homosexual relationships at all. But banning marriage isn't halting gays and lesbians from living with one another, owning property with one another, and etc. It's just creating an even more hostile enviroment in a country that's split apart as it is do to a war. On that note, also, what's up with homosexuals not being aloud in the military? The administration just continues to create more and more problems for itself due to it's spiritual standing, even though that shouldn't matter in government in the first place... That's me.[/color][/size]

[size=1] Thank you much for all the comments you guys. I really appreciate the criticisms, advice, and praise for the story. Special thanks goes to [b]Shy[/b] for his advice on writing style. Hopefully I addressed some of my problems in this chapter. Tell me what you think, everyone. And enjoy.[color=darkred] [center][img]http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/4992/thehit0oa.jpg[/img][/center] [b][center]Chapter 5:[/b] The Rose Garden[/center] My breathe fogged in the air as I stepped onto the wet grass. It was a chilled midnight over the Waterfront Park. This was the only part of town where you could still see the night sky clearly. The stars and half moon dimly lit what would soon be a battle ground. It would be me, The Crusader, and unbeknownst to him, Sakura perched in a nearby memorial tower. Granted that Gavin didn?t kill me immediately, I would hold his attention long enough for Sakura to get her one shot in to end this quickly. That was the plan, and it would have to work. I stood alone in the middle of a small clearing, surrounded by trees on one side, and facing the tower on the other. The sounds of the city sounded distant, replaced by croaking frogs and chirping crickets. Closing my eyes , I zeroed in on their random noise. Peace was found for a moment as I meditated on the coming battle. I kept telling myself it would all go as planned. Assuring myself I would succeed, that I would live. All at once, I began feeling like a rookie again, and began panicking as the quiet chirping and croaking slowly became an intense chaos in my mind. I felt like I was sweating, the hairs on my back and neck standing on end. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and exhaled. [b]?Interesting? Most interesting.?[/b] came that terrifying Irish voice from behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin in surprise and spun around with my odachi at the ready to slash my opponent. The whistle of my blade was fierce as I cut only the air. [b]?Wh-wha-??[/b] [b]??.Like a scared rabbit.?[/b] the voice mocked me again, causing me to spin on my toes and meet the side of a gun on my cheek. I whirled back onto the ground, feeling as though my jaw had been broken. Pain rushed through the entirety of my head, causing my hand to rush up and caress the wound. [b]?Stand and fight, you wicked mongrel.? [/b] Gavin was now standing over me with his Colt Army pointed at my face. His expression was plain and uncaring. I saw no sympathy in his eyes, and my heart was filled by his bloodlust. Attempting to shake it off, I raised my legs up to kick him in the groin, but he leapt back effortlessly. Hopping back to my own feet, I readied myself for the fight. Gavin stood with his back to his enormous cross, now apparent to me that it was constructed of some lusterless metal. Now was the time to keep him still and set the plan into motion. [b]?Tell me something, Gavin. Why does a man like you need to, or even want to kill for a living??[/b] I eyed the tower and saw Sakura aiming her rifle, a glint from the moonlight shining from the scope. [b]?I?ll make you a deal??[/b] Sakura curled her finger over the trigger and steadied her aim.[b] ?If you can strike me down, I?ll tell you all you wish.?[/b] Gavin pulled his gun hand behind him and fired a round at the tower?s upper level without even looking. I heard Sakura whelp in pain, and then silence. Gavin?s eyes never left my own as he brought the smoking gun back towards me. ?But only if [i]you[/i] strike me down.? [i]No, no, no?[/i] I murmured mentally. My face wore an expression of despair as I looked onward at Sakura?s position, praying that she was okay. [b]?Please God?? [/b]I thought out loud. [b]?God? Haha! My friend, God is not on your side this day.?[/b] Gavin raised his gun and fired at me three times, forcing me to zigzag backwards on the slippery terrain. My eyes left my feet and went to refocus on him, but he had disappeared yet again. Cross and man were out of sight. I peaked over my shoulder and then shut my eyes immediately before I could watch the heavy metal cross smash into my side. It sent me sprawling several feet, the wet grass furthering the distance I slid. I growled like an animal, my ribs throbbing in pain. It felt like I'd been hit by a truck, only worse. Before I could even open my eyes again, the sound of echoing gun shots forced my broken body to scatter away. Running low to the ground, almost galloping on my hands, I dodged the bullets from what were now double Colt Army?s in Gavin?s cold grip. Gritting my teeth, I forced my battered body to sprint at top speed directly towards Gavin, hoping not to be shot. With my sword at the ready to cut him apart, I let out a fierce roar. Then a rush of burning pain accompanied the clatter of a gun. My right thigh pulsed in agony as I stumbled and slid at Gavin on my back. Standing or not, I would get him back for Sakura. Spinning my body as I approached his legs, I quickly slashed, but hit only air once again. Gavin was now in the air above me as I lay on the ground watching him like a confused child. In a show of his great speed, he brought his boot down hard onto my stomach before I could slide past him. He pinned me down and pointed his Colt at my face as I layed helpless. He uttered one word. [center][b]?Amen.? [/b][/center] [/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] I don't currently have any sweethearts lined up. Not because I can't, but because lately I've just not cared about dating. Though I have three prospects in the waiting, things haven't really gone past a little light flirting and some meaningful eye contact. I have yet to make a move on any of them out of laziness and lack of motivation. Since I'm just out of three relationships within a year (one lasting over two years), I've little energy left for that. So unless anything happens between those three within in the next few weeks, I'll probably be spending Valentine's Day with my lovely friends at the Otakuboards... I love you guys. [/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] [b]The Good[/b] I believe I have several good qualities, that I'm at least told I have. Mentally, I have a good sense of humor and I love to joke around with my friends. We're always laughing away at something or another and we each know how to take a personal joke/insult lightly. I'm pretty fit and healthy, due to my martial arts, which I'm also told I'm good at. I can dance, which I suppose would be a selling point. I do the whole hip hop thing, as a few people could tell you (like Retri). I've been told I'm a decent artist (drawing) and writer. I have a deep love and appreciation for music and the arts, even though I'm not a musician myself. I'm a very supportive and loyal friend. I'm usually the one my friend's come to for advice on many subjects, ranging from school to love. I'm good at history and literature-related subjects in school. And I've been told I'm easy on the eyes, which I suppose is a good thing. [b]The Bad[/b] I'm a notoriously cocky fellow, even though I don't actually have much real self-confidence. I always look to others for a compliment or suggestion, looking for other's opinions of me so I know how to view myself. I have a very 'don't give a *******' attitude about things I dislike, such as Algebra II, Chemistry, etc. I dislike authority figures (even though I plan on joining the National Guard soon) and I'm constantly trying to defy the people who are supposed to lead me, instead attempting to take charge myself. Even though I enjoy listening to good things about myself, I otherwise don't care what people think of my general interests. If someone dislikes what I like, I tend to insult them on that. If they like what I dislike, they get a similar reaction. In a nut shell, I'm a judgemental a**hole at times. I carry around alot of pride and still believe in ignorant honor to be upheld. I'm stubborn and I don't like changing myself for others, just being the best at what I already do or am. I also tend to snap out of anger from time to time, even though I usually have a cool or carefree attitude most of the time. I have a long fuse with a big, big explosion at the end. And once I'm set off, I tend to rip said person to shreds verbally, and occasionally physically. Both have gotten me in trouble from time to time. I'm sure there's tons of other bad stuff about me, but I'm not sure what at the moment. [/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] Sick burn. That one really hit me right in the pride. Unfortunately for me, I never read much of Kill Adam. Hopefully I'm not a complete plagirist so far or in the future.[/color][/size]

[size=1]Thank you everyone for the comments. I hope I live up to your expectations in the future. Now for the final chapter before the showdown between Gavin and The Boss. [center][img]http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/4992/thehit0oa.jpg[/img][/center] [color=darkred] [center][b]Chapter 4:[/b] Bullet With A Kiss [/center] Time was everything. I contacted Sakura as fast as possible. Luckily I kept my cell phone in my pants at all times. I dialed her and hoped that she hadn?t changed her number again (couldn?t let the cops get a hold of something like that, after all). The phone rang once, twice, thrice? [i]Damn it, pick up![/i] [b] ?Huuugh? Hello??[/b] came a tired, Australian woman?s voice. She must have still been asleep. [b] ?Wake up, sleepy head. I?m about to die.?[/b] I spoke casually, waiting for her response. She smacked her lips a few times and coughed. [b] ?What?d you do this time, B??[/b] she grumbled carelessly. [b] ?More importantly? to who??[/b] I gave a deep sigh. [b] ?I caught the Crusader?s eye apparently.?[/b] I said hesitantly, but trying to soften the impact of my words. [b] ?Meet me at the usual spot in half an hour.?[/b] she spoke fully awake at this point, and then hung the phone up. I sighed at my phone and shoved it back in my pocket. The ?usual spot? was about half a mile away. Not a fun walk when recovering from a stab wound. I began walking a few paces when I caught my own appearance in an empty shop window. I stopped and took a look at myself. I was looking pretty rough. My dark eyes were even darker from redness, bags dragging at the bottoms of my eye sockets. My short, auburn hair was greasy and out of order. I looked like shit. I glared deep into my own eyes and remembered my former self, ten years ago as some punk fifteen year old kid. I tried to remember why I ever chose to become an assassin. [i] Because I thought it?d get me laid?[/i] I thought with a smirk. [i] Dumb ass.[/I] I put my hood on and continued my short, but far too long, journey. The usual spot, a small, family owned sushi and hibachi restaurant called ?Miyabi?s?. Known for its loyal customers who rarely go to any other establishment for said dishes, me and Sakura were both welcome regulars. I walked myself up to the bar area and seated myself. There were rarely customers at this hour, in between breakfast and lunch. The chef and waitress, husband and wife, both greeted me with big smiles. They really made me feel like family, and if there were a time I needed that feeling, it was now. [b] ?How are you doing, B??[/b] Shinji, the owner/chef, asked me with a friendly expression. I leaned over the counter with my face propped in my hands. I laughed through my nose and met eyes with him. [b] ?How do I look??[/b] He looked into my face and smiled [b] ?Pretty bad.?[/b] The bell over the entrance rang and light footsteps accompanied it. [b] ?I?d say.?[/b] came Sakura?s Aussie accent. My eyes dragged across their sockets to my left to see her figure glowing in the sunlight. Elegant, yet tough. Thin, yet strong. She dressed in a tight fitting red button-up shirt with short sleeves. A pair of black jeans and black-studded belt tied the outfit together. Long black hair with red streaks flowed off her shoulders and slightly onto her chest. Her dark complexion was kept an smooth, a rarity for those of our profession. Her brown Asian eyes looked at me with slight annoyance. She stepped over towards me, giving Shinji a nodding hello and ordering a number three. [b] ?So tell me your situation, B.?[/b] I rubbed my eyes as I spoke. [b] ?The Crusader knows I?m after James. He found me, and he challenged me to a fight at the Waterfront.?[/b] [b] ?Then just run away.?[/b] she replied quickly, half laughing. [b] ?That?s not an option. He said he?d kill me whether I came or not.?[/b] Sakura was a smart girl. Smarter than me for not taking the James contract. [b] ?Damn. You?re really in deep, huh??[/b] she said, telling me what I already knew. [b] ?What do you think I should do??[/b] I asked, my life probably counting on her answer. She began biting her thumb nail, looking out the window and towards the sun. This meant she was deliberating some great thought. I was scared. I was very, very scared. [b] ?You?re going to need a trump card. An ace in the hole. Something to give you an extra edge. As little as I know about the Crusader, you and I both know you?re no match for him alone.?[/b] [b] ?So what do you suggest my trump card be??[/b] I asked begrudginlgy. [b] ?Me, of course.?[/b] she spoke bravely. This made me visibly angry. [b] ?No, no way. I?m not letting you stick you?re neck out for me.?[/b] There was no way I could. She didn?t have anything to do with the contracts, and even if we had a lot of history behind us, I wasn?t going to let her stop making her own. [b] ?Who said I was going to stick my neck out? They don?t call me the ?Sweet Sniper? for nothing.?[/b] she proclaimed proudly. Yes, she went by that name. The greatest female sniper in what many believed to be the world. She had a few aliases for that title. The Bullet with a Kiss. The Distant Rose. But she wasn?t such a poetic individual. Just a talented one. I looked into her eyes and saw a great determination. She wouldn?t back down from me, there was no stopping her. My first mistake was calling her for help in the first place. I knew then that our next stop would be the Waterfront Gardens, and a great battle with a deadly man. Shinji pretended not to hear anything... [/color][center]****************************[/center] '[b]Chapter 5[/b]: The Rose Garden' coming next friday. In the mean time, re-read the last couple chapters and savor for the next juicy, long battle. [/size]

[QUOTE=Anomaly][COLOR=DarkOrange] [FONT=Trebuchet MS] I'll be honest, I worried a bit about whether or not people would take the white-person-faking-gangsta the right way.. I'm glad that it seeems they did. Thanks! [/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [color=darkred][size=1] No. As a Gangsta myself, I take deep offense to you're so-called "Parody" of my people. You're so insensitive to other's feelings... WEST SIDE![/color][/size]

[size=1] Thank you much for the compliments you guys. I'll try to work on my short comings. Here's chapter 3. It's more of a set up than anything, but I think the character intro is cool. Here we go. [center][img]http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/4992/thehit0oa.jpg[/img][/center] [color=darkred] [center][b]Chapter 3:[/b] Dear God, It?s Me Again?[/center] After a bit of self reflection and listening to Peanut give DW the business, I decided to leave. I picked up the stationary laying on the coffee table and wrote DW a thank you note after dressing myself. I needed new clothes, badly. With the exception of my jacket and shoes, all my clothes were drenched in my blood. As I left the building, I zipped my jacket up and tried to straighten it over the bloody area of my pants. I would have to walk to the closest market district with a low profile. It was daylight, and if my assumptions were correct, heat might be on my tail from last night. Luckily, I could hide most of my sword beneath my jacket, and the shops for the rich and famous in this area couldn?t have been too far away. Not many people were on the streets, it was a work day. Even traffic police seemed sparse today. I met eyes with the occasional Stepford wife holding bags and yapping away on a cell phone, but they were too stuck up to give me any notice. I spotted a nice, discreet male clothing store and made my way towards it, tossing my bag and sword on top it?s awning before I entered. I spent about ten minutes shopping and about $100 dollars on a single outfit. If I wasn?t so vain, I?d probably have been pissed at myself for dropping that much cash on a pair of camo-pants and black t-shirt. I exited quickly with a ?Peace out? from the teenage clerk. As I stepped out, my body suddenly froze. Something wasn?t right. I tried to stay looking casual. I didn?t shift my eyes. I just listened. I smelled the air. I felt the wind on my face and hands. Suddenly a rich, Irish voice spoke out, nearly making me jump out of my skin. [b] ?Interesting? Most interesting.?[/b] My eyes slowly edged over to the right, and there I saw the imposing figure of a large man. He was dressed in what seemed like a cross between a business suit and priest's uniform. His figure was darkened by what appeared to be a replica-crucifix leaned against the wall behind him. Combed black hair shined in the sunlight silhouetting the crucifix. His face was turned down, examining something in his hands. I looked down to see my odachi held in his hands delicately. [b] ?Wh-who the hell are you???[/b] I stammered. I already knew the answer. The clothes, the cross behind him. This was another one of those bogeymen in the underworld of assassins. Most called him ?The Crusader?, but? [b] ?I am called Gavin.?[/b] he pronounced proudly as he raised his head to look into my face. His was adorned with small battle scares scattered here and there. His right brown eye had a particularly interesting crescent scar coming from its corner. He was a sharp-featured fellow, which only increased his ability to intimidate me effortlessly. [b] ?You have an interesting weapon, friend. I take it you are a ?contractor?? That is what your type likes to be called, correct??[/b] I swallowed hard and gathered my guts mentally. [b] ?What about it??[/b] I growled with a snarl. I wasn?t going to let this guy get the best of me. He gripped the sword at its middle and thrust it out sideways with his hand, arm fully extended. [b] ?I regret to inform you of this, but God?s work must be done.?[/b] He dropped my sword, forcing me to catch it quickly. Before I could regain myself, the sound of a gun cocking, something heavy and mean brought my face darting up towards Gavin?s. [i]Where the hell did that gun come from?![/i] raced through my mind. Less than a second ago, his hands where filled with my sword. [i]What is this guy?[/i] [b] ?I request your presence at the Waterfront Gardens tonight, at the strike of midnight. If you do not comply, I shall follow you. The moment you are off guard, I will end your life.?[/b] he glared directly into my eyes, sending terrible chills down my spine. [b] ?I offer you the chance to fight and die like a man. It is your choice whether or not to choose this fate.?[/b] I was speechless. Unable to respond, I just looked into the man?s ominous expression like a terrified child. I saw my own violent end in his cold eyes. Suddenly, a car honked its loud horn out in the road and I jerked my head towards it in terror. By instinct, I quickly looked back at the man, but he was gone. [b] ?D-damn it!?[/b] I cursed loudly standing back uprightly. I felt mentally and emotionally exhausted from that strange encounter. I leaned my back against the wall and breathed a deep sigh. [i]Did that really just happen??[/i] I thought to myself, confused and very afraid. I?d been an assassin for a long while. I?ve fought some pretty nasty figures before. But this guy? something about this guy was different. His presence alone felt like he was in the process of slitting my throat. Running away was out of the question though. I knew that he was telling the truth about what he said. I?d have to fight him, tonight. This whole contract was turning my life slowly into hell, but I?m sure that if I survived this little encounter tonight, it?d only get worse? Shaking my head, I tried to regain my balls and take a few steps. I reached up onto the stores awning to grab my bag. I couldn?t feel it, though. My hand returned to me with a piece of paper in it. [i]You won?t be needing this in Hell.[/i] it read. [b] ?Shit.?[/b] I whispered to myself. I balled up the paper and threw it into the gutter. I needed to talk to someone. Someone with a head on their shoulders. Someone who could help me out? I needed to talk to maybe my only true friend. I needed to talk to Sakura.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] Even though I attempted to give up RPing, I think this'll be manageable for me. [b]1. What name would you like to be used for you during this competition?[/b] Mike, or Boss. [b]2. What is your age and gender?[/b] Male. 17. [b]3. What country do you come from?[/b] United States o' America. [b]4. What areas of OtakuBoards you consider to be your strengths and weaknesses? (Choose one or two for both.)[/b] [u]Strengths[/u] RPGs Creative writing/Literature [u]Weakness[/u] Anime/Manga [b]5. Name one member of OtakuBoards that you consider your friend here.[/b] While I have alot of friends, I'll give it up to [b]Ezekiel[/b] and [b]Dragon Warrior[/b] for their help with my writing. I suppose I'll give it to [b]Zeke[/b] though, since she makes me super cool banners sometimes, and chose me also (DW... I don't even know you anymore). [b]6. What one thing would you take with you to a deserted island?[/b] Stationary. For entertainment purposes. Drawing, writing, etc. [b]7. Why do you want to participate to OtakuBoards Survivor 4?[/b] Because I've never been in one, and I want to know what all the fuss is about. Also, alot of buddies of mine are in it. Aswell, I want to give RPing a try in my current situation, to see if I can still handle it. Despite the fact that I've never watched [b]Survivor[/b] on TV, I think I have a good enough imagination for this. [/color][/size]

[QUOTE=John]The best supporting character on the show is obviously Charles Foster Ofdensen, the band's awesome manager. Though Dr. Rockso probably did hold the title up until the season finale. [/QUOTE] [color=darkred][size=1] Agreed. Ofdensen is apparently some master of combat, because he jacked that other fellow up. Also, he's just a straight boss-type guy. One of my favorite quotes was from the episode when Rockso befriended Toki. After telling Rockso to leave, Ofdensen said to the henchmen: [b] "Put the boots to him, medium-style..."[/b] Which meant a mean stomping for Dr. Rockso outside the mansion. Rockso would later reply in a just as funny quote; [b] "Don't worry, Dr. Rockso just pullin' ya ch-ch-chain. But you did have my a** beat. And that ******* hurt!"[/b] Love the guy.[/color][/size]

[QUOTE=Sandy] [SIZE=1] [B]The Boss:[/B] You're a cute kid, yes, but your facial expression is a bit quirky. You should put more effort to your photo, now it looks like it's taken from a passport, unfortunately. Martial Arts is a great hobby, though, I have always looked up to people who can kick above their heads. ;D[/size] [/QUOTE] [color=darkred][size=1] I actually hate that picture, haha. I just posted it because it's the only photo I had of myself in black and white, cuz I don't know nothin' about no photo-editing. Cool fact: I can kick over other people's heads aswell. Thanks for the compliments. *marks down* that's one...[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] Already, that's good to hear. Because I think the stories would be burried underneath the mass of RPGs that circulate there.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] Question. If you are going to go by Desbreko's lay out, will the Anthology and other single author stories be in the Adventure Square? Will the Underground be deleted all together?[/color][/size]

[size=1]Thanks for the comment you guys (White). *whines* Anyways. Here's the second chapter. Do enjoy. Hopefully I'll pick up some attention soon. [center] [img]http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/4992/thehit0oa.jpg[/img] [/center] [color=darkred] [center][b]Chapter 2:[/b] Story Time[/center] I walked down the brightly lit main street, trying my best not to bleed to death. This is because, unfortunately, I?m no doctor. I attempted to disguise the blood by hiking my camo-patterern hooded-jacket over the wet, crimson area of the black Under-Armor t-shirt I was wearing. I knew that I?d have to find a place to lay myself up at until I stopped bleeding. It was a shame that most of the people I knew in the city either hated me, or just didn?t want me around. Most of those whom I?d consider friends were ?contractors? themselves, and I didn?t trust our friendship to hold up in the shadow of a mountain of cash. That left only one guy, DW. He?d probably hate me for it, but he was my only choice. And lucky for me, he lived only a couple blocks down the street. I put my hood on and hoped that no one would see the large sword hanging off my back in the darkness. I avoided the street lights and started considering other weapons choices as I made my journey. Most of the people hanging around the streets were either horny college kids out to party or dealers still grinding to get a buck. Neither was known to ask questions. In the distance I could see DW?s big, swanky condominium. He lived on the 4th floor with his lady-friend (who happened to be one of those people who hate me), whom he?d only allow me to call Peanut. I was never sure why. But then again, DW was a strange guy. A rich strange guy, granted. But still, I couldn?t understand how such a weirdo ever got the ?trust? or respect of the people he did business with. His racket was illegal arms dealing. He could get you any gun you needed, from anywhere, with any kind of ammunition, stock, attachment, site, silencer, you name, he could get it. He once told me about how some guy he sold an RPG demolished a city block in ten minutes, alone. But much to DW?s chagrin, I wasn?t a customer of his. I met him when I was still in college. We were both Theatre majors. We also shared a minor in business. Guess which ones panned out for us? It?d been about a month since we last spoke, but I didn?t have time for greetings. I approached the large building and buzzed his room. I waited and noticed that the blood was beginning to stain my jeans, the jeans I spent quite a bit of money on. I buzzed him again. [b] ?What! What do you want!??[/b] came a highly aggravated, somewhat cracked voice. [b] ?Let me in? I?m calling in a favor.?[/b] I said in between coughs. I heard a sigh from the other end of the com. [b] ?Damn it??[/b] then the door gave a slight humming sound and unlocked. I struggled my way up the stairs and cursed God and DW for choosing such a high floor to live on. I knocked and was answered by DW dressed in about nothing more than a Fedora hat and a silk robe, [b] ?You just had to come to m-?.?[/b] he stopped speaking as he looked at my waist and the blood drenching my right side. [b] ?Jesus, what happened to [i]you[/i]??[/b] [b] ?I?m starting to wish I chose a job with health benefi-.?[/b] I dropped unconscious into the door way before I could finish my little quip. I woke up what I think was four or five hours later. My bandages had been changed and some kind of salve was stinking me up. I looked around the room and was slightly annoyed by my luxurious surroundings, particularly the leather couch I awoke on. DW must have been rolling in it. For a second I thought he literally was as his light green robe shined in sunlight coming in from a panoramic window. He sat in a matching leather arm chair, looking at me as I woke up. Then I heard that voice. [b] ?You?re alive. I don?t know whether to be happy or pissed??[/b] I looked over another chair in the room. It was Peanut, that feisty red-head. I?m not sure if the look she was giving me was either disgusted or pissed. Either way, her eyes were shooting daggers at me. She was dressed in a matching robe to DW?s.[b] ?So when are you gonna leave??[/b] she was tapping her foot as she spoke in an angry tone. Before I could answer, DW spoke out, [b] ?It was another hitman, wasn?t it??[/b] his expression was inquisitive. Something that most people didn?t see. I cleared my dry throat. [b] ?Hitwoman, more like.?[/b] I said in a croaky baritone. [b] ?Almost blew my face off with a piece that I?m almost certain came from you.?[/b] [b] ?Really now??[/b] he said, interested with a raised eyebrow. [b] ?Brunette, young one. Had a Browning Hi-Power up my nose. Vicky was her name.?[/b] I replied. [b] ?Was? You mean you??[/b] he crossed his throat with his thumb. [b] ?I don?t know. Last time I saw her she was falling out a thirteen story window.?[/b] I smirked to myself. I had to admit, I was proud of myself. But then again, I hoped that Vicky had survived the fall. We had been acquaintances before the contract came out. She was a lively one. My conscience wished she was alive. After all, I was an assassin, not a murderer. [b] ?Jeez, this James contract is really fucking with my business. That?s the second customer I?ve lost to one of you psychos.?[/b] He placed his hand over his eyes and massaged them. [b] ?Who was the first one??[/b] DW looked up to me as Peanut passed by. [b] ?I?m getting some coffee, you want some hon??[/b] she asked him. [b] ?Sure, babe.?[/b] he replied. Peanut gave me a nasty look and walked out of the room. [b] ?Four of them. I heard it was four of them. Two vs. Two I hear. They were looking for info on James. By chance, the two pairs of ?em checked this titi bar in the red-light district owned by a mob boss. A high paying customer, this guy liked to keep his boys armed to the teeth. Some shit happened where one pair, one of them a young looking black kid, the other some goofy looking blonde, asked one of the better known lieutenants about James. The other pair heard them asking.?[/b] he breathed out a deep sigh. [b] ?And???[/b] I pushed for an answer. I needed some info on this stuff, for obvious reasons. Last thing I needed was surprises, which I had lots of. [b] ?Alright? the other pair, some crazy woman with an even crazier guy, they pulled out mad guns. I mean, talk about armed to the teeth, they were strapped head to toe. They started unloading on the white-black pair. That?s really all I know. Some fire fight ensued and the entire bar was leveled. The mob boss was upstairs and caught a fifty caliber round in between the eyes some how.?[/b] [b] ?What happened to the assassins??[/b] I was becoming anxious. [b] ?I don?t know. No one has seen any of them since the shit happened. They?re probably still out there??[/b] [b] ?Damn. They couldn?t have just killed each other, huh??[/b] [b] ?Exactly! And the worst part is, they haven?t come to me for ammo!?[/b] he said in a very sincere voice. I shook my head. [b] ?You really only care about money, don?t you??[/b] [b] ?DW! Get your ass in here!?[/b] Peanut?s voice roared from the kitchen. [b] ?? yeah, and that sweet thing in there.?[/b] he said as he departed the room quickly. I sat up on the couch and looked out the window, onto the bustling Otaku City. I knew the guys DW was talking about. The black and white ones were a couple of gun slinging kids who went by White and Retribution. The other ones were legends. A kind of Bonnie and Clyde duo, Joe* and Annie*. Joe was a particularly terrifying person to hear about. It was a rumor that he did his business with a pair of SIG 552?s* in each hand. I was beginning to have second thoughts about this job?[/color] [center]**********************************[/center] *Joe = di.fm *Annie = Tex *SIG 552 is a modified NATO-issued assault rifle.[/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] Right now, my favorite band is [b]Gym Class Heroes[/b]. They make great hip-hop beats and rythmn with usually instruments alone. Rememberable songs, and just a great flow of music. Also their leadsinger/emcee is really talented. I don't know why they aren't bigger on the popular scene, but I love 'em.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] While I have alot of favorites, I suppose these are what could be considered the best of my favorites. [b]1. Samurai Champloo:[/b] Combining two of my favorite flavors, Hip Hop and Samurai, creating a sammich of sheer greatness. I love the show for everything it had. The characters, the plots of each episode, the style and fluidity of the animation, and the music. Oh the music, how it was great. Champloo has the best opening theme out of all anime, in my opinion. The first to actually do a good rap song. I loved the show from start to finish. Mugen remains my favorite anime character of all time aswell. [b]2. Eureka Seven:[/b] When Eureka Seven first aired on [adult swim] I thought to myself, "Oh, here comes another Gundam hopeful." Little did I know that this show would grab my attention and hold it from then on. The characters are all great and colorful, the animation is BEAUTIFUL, and the mecha are all really interestingly designed. I love the drama between the characters, and the way that it shows Renton growing from a generally immature brat into a responsible young man. Also, the best ending theme of all time goes to the season two's "Deep Thoughts". [b]3. FL/CL:[/b] There's not alot about Fooly Cooly to be said other than just how great it is in all areas. Animation is flawless. The characters are fun and quirky. The plot is random, action packed, and humorous. Aswell, The Pillows is basically the shows whole soundtrack, and they rock oh so hard. It's a great coming of age story hidden behind a lot of wacky innuendo and Vespa riding aliens. [b]4. Cowboy Bebop:[/b] Basically, Cowboy Bebop did for Jazz what Champloo did for Hip Hop, except it's the other way around. The characters are all great. The shows plot (all though sparce inbetween) is great. And Spike Speigel is a all in all bad dude. I loved how the show approached Bounty Hunting in such a light hearted, humorous manner, but knew when to get serious for the main story. Also, Ed's Dad vs. Spike ranks as one of the greatest fights in anime. [b]5. Bleach:[/b] The characters. Plain and simple. Kenpachi, Kyouraku, Renji, Ichigo, Gin, all of them are just great characters whom I love to watch interact with one another (usually violently). The first show to grab my love and attention enough to watch subs on YouTube. 'Nuff said. Also the music is great. [b]Honorable Mention:[/b] Outlaw Star Tenchi Muyo Afro Samurai (Samurai Champloo on crack.) DragonBall Z (The ORIGINAL!) Mobile Suit Gundam: 0080 War in a Pocket Mobile Suit Gundam: 08th MS Team G Gundam (aka the Guilty Pleasure) Trigun (used to be a top fiver, but eventually, the animation fell out with me.) Naruto Ruroini Kenshin [/color][/size]

[color=darkred][center][img]http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/4992/thehit0oa.jpg[/img] [size=1] A [b]Boss[/b] Production [b]Chapter 1:[/b] Wake-Up Service[/center] I woke up to the sound of a gun cocking. A shiny, Browning 9mm.Hi-Power right in my face. All I could do is think to myself [i]Nice…[/i]. I looked past the barrel of the gun to see the face of a young woman. Her face was stern, almost without emotion, save a slight hint of regret being suppressed. Brown hair tied back, brown eyes looking at mine. It was Vicky. [b] “I’m sorry, but the money is too good to pass up.”[/b] That’s what she said in an almost casual voice before she fired a round at my face as I quickly jerked my head to the side and gripped the wrist holding the gun. I pulled Vicky forward, pushing my elbow into her solar plexus before rolling off my bed and disarming her. I quickly put her in my sights and fired without hesitating. I still missed. She was on me already, stabbing me in the side with some god-forsaken knife before I could even react. She began the motions to rip out my stomach, but I quickly jumped off the blade and ran into the living room of the hotel suite. She followed me quickly with the blade of what had to be a wakizashi glistening in the moon light coming in from the window. [i] The window! [/i] I thought. I quickly positioned myself with Vicky between me and the large, 13th story window. It was dark, all I could see was her dark silhouette in the moon-lit night. This would have to work. [b] “You shoulda known better, Vick.”[/b] I said arrogantly, trying to distract her attention momentarily. I raised the Browning and emptied the clip all around Vicky, cracking the window all over. Vick quickly backed up, crouching over to make herself a smaller target. Her back was pressed against the window, just as I had planned. Realizing I had missed her, Vicky raised her head with a smirk and laughed at me. [b] “Nice shootin’, tex…”[/b] she said with a characteristic sarcasm. The wakizashi was lowered, this was my chance. With a deep growl, I ran and spun into a spinning back kick, pushing my heel deep into her chest. With a parting scream of surprise, Vicky flew out of the window. I watched her fall for a few moments before the wakizashi came flying back up at me, almost going through my chin. The blade nicked my nose and stuck in the window seal above my head. [b] “Shit.”[/b] was all I could say. Exhausted, I fell back a few steps and slumped down onto the couch. I looked down at the rather deep stab wound in my belly and swore. There was blood all over the place, particularly on my legs and underwear. I swore again. I slowly rose and stumbled into the bedroom and looked through my supply case, a large, silver brief case which held my scarce medical supplies. I looked through the supply and found some disinfectant and my stitching kit. I lay back against the bed and gritted my teeth as I rubbed the disinfectant onto my wound. [i] This isn’t worth it…[/i] I started to think to myself. Then I looked at the information sheet pinned to the wall. The shadowy picture of a hooded man on it, only his lower face visible. The single name, James, which captioned the bottom. And the hefty $13,000,000 dollar bounty attached to it. [i] But it will be.[/i]. I had to be quick stitching myself up. Security, and possibly the cops, would be here soon. I steadied my hand mentally as I ran the needle through my flesh. I finished quickly, bandaged myself up, got dressed and began gathering my things. I heard a knock at the door, and it wasn’t room service. [b] “Sir! Sir! Someone has reported a disturbance coming from this room! Please open the door sir!”[/b] an urgent female voice yelled through the door. I heard the sound of heavy foot steps around her. Big fellows. I strapped my backpack on tight and left the medical case. Grabbing my odachi*, I walked out to the balcony and looked down the long drop. I shook my head, put the odachi between my back and the back pack, and hopped over the bars, grabbing the ledge. I hung and looked down to the next floor’s balcony. Timing would be everything. I let go, and missed. I started screaming. I missed again, and I kept screaming. Then I got lucky as I grabbed hold of a metal bar-guard and hung. My shoulder felt like it had dislocated, but it hadn’t. I got lucky, after all. I climbed over the bars and looked into the room. It looked empty. I walked in slowly and then found out it wasn’t, the sound of sex coming from the bedroom. I tiptoed over to the door and let myself out just as one of the participants apparently climaxed. I laughed to myself at the ridiculous sound. I tried to keep a low profile walking through the halls, pushing my sword down further so the hilt was less visible. I jogged to the stair case and hurried down. As I exited the hotel, the door man gave me a kind, [b] “Have a good night, sir!”[/b]. I was back on the streets of Otaku City. I needed somewhere to stay. But where could I? With all the assassins looking for the bounty on that sad motherfucker James’ head, I’d have to watch my back just as much as him. After all, first place is the only winner; there would be no prize for second place. Roughly a dozen assassins out for the same guy, working against each other. I don’t know who came up with that brilliant plan, but they obviously wanted the job done in the worst way possible. Hell, he (or she) even got me scratching for the cash. I don’t know about everyone else, but three million is enough to buy me for about anything… [/color][/size][size=1] [center]************************************[/center] Aye, I have created another one of those dreadful OB fanfics, but I hope to set mine apart from the rest. In the shadowy underbelly of the Otaku City, someone wants a dark figure named James dead. Instead of contracting a single assassin, this person put out an open bounty for his head. Some of Otaku City’s most insidious characters have replied to this call. All of them want the enormous bounty, but only one will get it. Many of the assassins have resolved to kill one another to ensure the prize for themselves. General chaos rules the streets of Otaku City now, as these ruthless killers, assassins, and warriors attack one another at every possible chance. What is the objective of the shadowy contractor of James’ death? Who will get the money? And who is this dark figure, James? [center] [color=darkred][b][u]Characters to Look Out For[/u][/b][/color] The Boss (myself/narrator) Ezekiel White Retribution Dragon Warrior Peanut di.fm Tex (Annie) Gavin JJ Jokopoko Sakura Redemption Revelation Vicky (?) James Charles Desbreko[/center] Give me some comments people. [color=darkred] * [b]Odachi[/b]: a Japanese sword with a blade slighter longer than a Katana’s and a handle almost as long as the blade itself. [b]Wakizashi[/b]: a Japanese short-sword, usually used as a side arm or in ceremony.[/size][/color]

[color=darkred][size=1] Heh, it's really good, dude.. I got Ezekiel working on a set (avatar and banner match) for me, so I'll use this'n till she's done with the set. Thanks man.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] HUGE Dethklok fan. Definetly one of the funniest shows to roll onto the [adult swim] line up in a while. I love each member of the band, and the greatest supporting character of all time, Dr. Rockso, the Rock 'n' Roll Clown (He does cocaine...). I'm not a huge metal fan, past a little Pantera and old school stuff, but Dethklok I'm actually a big fan of Dethklok's music. It's just straight hardcore, and this is coming from a guy who primarily listens to almost nothing but Rap/Hip Hop. (A friend of mine, a hardcore musician and metal fan has informed me that Dethklok is actually a great metal band, fictional or not.) I've seen every episode and I loved each and every one of them. So much so that William Murderface and Dethklok are in my top friends on mySpace. Great show. Great band. [/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] My love-situation ranges from the fairly normal to the really weird. My luck with dances are usually good though. That may be because I can dance pretty well. Or maybe I'm just a looker. I suppose if you wanted to get a particular girl, talk to her. Feel out her vibe, see if she's digging you (you can usually tell by her body language and with what level of comfortability she speaks to you with). Then, ask her when the time feels right. Just ask her, "Hey, would you wanna go with me to (insert dance or date)." or something along those lines. You could just ask, "Would you like to/consider going out with me sometime?". Being honest and upfront usually works. If you do get the said girl, don't worry about loose talk around school. If your with the girl, your with her. What does it matter what people are saying around the corner? Don't worry so much friend, just follow your heart, be brave, and pretty yourself up for when you go to the dance (but don't be one of those guys who wears a blazer and tie to a casual outting). Also, try practicing a little bit of dancing in your mirror and gauge yourself honestly. If you can't move real well, then just kinda rock yours hips and lift your arms a little. Can't go wrong with a little two step. As for me, my luck at dances is usually pretty good. I havn't been to a real "dance" in about two months. It was good, even though the girl I took didn't dance. I did, and I still hung with the girl. The car ride home was, let's say, "good". Before that, though, I hadn't been to a dance in a couple years. Those dances where good though. I didn't have a girl (save the first one, whom I later broke up with) at that time, and I danced with a couple girls (some at the same time) so it was good. Just play on what's outstanding about you and your personality, use it to your advantage. If you can move, then do some dancing. Even if you can't, you should still be able to rock back and forth with your girl (that is if she's into it). Believe me, confidence in one's self never hurts. And be respectful. Jerks are no fun.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] I've been throwing the idea around in my head to simply create an RPG sign-up, allow people to sign up for it, open the RPG, and then not participate in it myself, but simply allow those who signed up, or were chosen to take the story for themselves after sign ups and create their own story line in the world I set in front of them. Possibly create a character for myself and allow the people to use him as a constant connector between them and take him with them on their characters' journey. Or possibly just create a single main character for everyone to write for. And so I'm wondering if anyone would go for something like that, given that the story line is good enough for people's attention. What do you guys think?[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] Quentin Tarantino wrote and directed my two favorite movies. These being [b]Kill Bill[/b] and [b]Pulp Fiction[/b]. While I would normally like the two movies the same amount, the fact that [b]Kill Bill[/b] holds more references towards subjects that I am already a fan of automatically places it a step above [b]Pulp Fiction[/b]. (I.E. Anime, martial arts, samurai flicks, and Clint Eastwood westerners.) [b]Kill Bill[/b] is, to me, is the perfect re-telling of the western/samurai movies from the late '50's and early '60's. The way the mythology of the characters seperates the action sets it apart from other action/martial arts films of the same genre. Also the characters are all just great. Particularly The Bride/[spoiler]Beatrix[/spoiler] herself, who doesn't come off as the "girl power, butt-kickin' chick" seen in so many other lesser films. You stop thinking of her in terms of a woman, and more as the warrior-spirit embodied. Modern samurai. The characters of Bill, Hanzo, Pai-Mei, and for me, Budd also have this aura about them all which leaves you feeling as if there was alot of things left unseen about their character. Particularly Budd, whom I had gotten a bit attached to. With the film never showing him fighting, you took him as just a lazy, worthless, retired assassin. Then you see that he [spoiler] lied about hocking his Hanzo Sword, and your mind starts thinking "what if"?[/spoiler]. You leave the movie wondering if Budd was hiding alot of what he was capable of. The fact that he knew [spoiler] of The Bride's presence beneath his trailer proves that his senses hadn't been dulled by time[/spoiler]. Love that movie. [b]Pulp Fiction[/b] I love for three main reason that need not be explained in lenght. The characters (Butch, Juelz, Vincent, etc.), The dialogue, and the way the stories inter-weave with one another and culminate at the movie's end. I just love it as a whole. Also it left me with a lot of one-liners to use. Great flicks, they are.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] "The plot to "Tales of Symphonia" shares it's core story with Nazism. Racial Cleansing, Genocide, and Betrayal. Yggdrasil is Hitler." "My Bellsprout is level 100 on Pokémon Yellow..." "Oh, Satan. You silly head..." [b]- My Friend Adam[/b]. "If a person ever tries to get you into a fight, try your best to avoid it. But if he lays his hands on you, break his nose..." "Please don't kick your partner in the knees. You'll break them if you do, and I don't need that trouble." "I wish I had a decent black belt in this class..." *punches me in the chest* [b]- Master Dion, My Tae Kwon Do Teacher.[/b] "That's nothing a twelve-gauge to the face can't fix..." [b]-My Friend Edward[/b] "Mother (censored) (censored) son of a (censored) (censored) hole." [b]- Joe Kelly[/b] "There's only one Return my friend. And it's not of the King. It's of the Jedi..." [b]- Randal, [i]Clerks 2[/i][/b] "His name is Dr. Rockso. He's a Rock 'n' Roll Clown. He does Cocaine. I'm afraind that's all we know." [b]-General Crozier, concerning Dr. Rockso, the Rock 'n' Roll Clown[/b][/color][/size]