Rei_Man

Well, I'd have to agree that [B]yu-yevon[/B] is the easiest final boss ever to disgrace the world of final fantasy. Of course [SPOILER]you don't have to bother wasting items on the thing, you just cast reflect on it and give it a good-old-fashioned beating with yuna's celestial weapon.[/SPOILER] And yeah, the final boss in [B]Z.O.E.[/B] is a little disappointing, but that was less of a boss battle and more of a [SPOILER]'Jehuty gets her *** whooped by a superior orbital frame' scene. Besides, it made beating Anubis in the The 2nd Runner (which was, in my opinion, quite a difficult battle) that little bit more satisfying.[/SPOILER]

Gah, boring holidays with boring parents can be so incredibly boring. And it made me miss this... Damn. Well I liked the idea, and if the rest of the story's like the first part - congratz in advance. I know you wanted some more good guys in this, but if you [I]could[/I] get me in I'd be very, very grateful. Very. So, yeah. Who wouldn't want to be depicted as an evil super-villain bent on taking over the world? Umm..... don't answer that....

I think I posted in something like this a while back. Oh well. I hate; [I]Bad parents[/I] - the ones that walk around supermarkets screaming at their children. Especially when they shout at them for crying, when it was their shouting that made them cry in the first place. [I]Taxi drivers[/I] - Everyone that I know does. Heck, maybe some even hate themselves. [I]Racists[/I] - They just do my head in. Period. [I]Headaches, colds, and all other minor ailments[/I] - You get rid of them, but a few weeks later, you get 'em again. [I]n00b language[/I] - Pretty much speaks for itself. Quite badly, I might add. And many other things that I won't go into, partly because they've been mentioned by so many people before me, but mainly because I just can not be bothered.

Oh my... my boredom seems to have gotten the better of me. You know it's pretty bad when you run a search for 'muffin' on Google image search. Heh... oh well. [URL=http://www.geocities.com/fictitiousturnip/muffinman.jpg]The end result.[/URL] [URL=http://www.geocities.com/fictitiousturnip/megamuffinman.jpg]And another.[/URL] I think I went a bit overboard with the text, but at least it only took five minutes.

I'd say I'm a follower all the way. You see, my introvert personality doesn't really provide a great basis for leading a group in any situation, good or bad. Plus you have the fact that on the most part I'm just too plain lazy to spend my time gathering up followers in the first place. That said, I'm not the sort who'll just follow any given person because they're popular or what-not. Even a lazy introvert can tell a good leader when he sees one, and would rather follow someone with some measure of intelligence than follow a popular moron.

Well, I'm definitely looking forward to an improve MapMaker. The one in TS2 was alright, but it just didn't work particularly well in setting up custom missions. I made one attempt at a serious custom level, with all the mission items, keys and stuff, but I pretty much gave up after that. In the end I just maded an insane arena full of turrets, headache-inducing lighting, and monkeys with flamethrowers and grenade launchers. Totally insane, especially when you've got ten of them trying to burn you to death, each respawning 20 odd times. Plus the purple 'n' green flickering lights made it pretty much impossible to see them. But yes, I'd say that this one looks far more promising. To be able to create open-air maps aswell would be interesting, and vehicles too? Wow. Though I'd like to know what the purpose of the remote-controlled cat would be .... heh. One question though, can the underground and open air elements both be used in the same map?

Ah, what I would want is to be able to create/manipulate objects with the power of thought. For example; 1. It's a hot day, and you need something to cool yourself down. So you think about ice-cream and - [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][I]Phwoosh![/I][/COLOR] - there it is. 2. You're stuck in a long boring battle with an evil super-villain. So you think about a 15-ton rock and - [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][I]Phwoosh![/I][/COLOR] - bye-bye Mr. Evildude. 3. You're an evil villain, and you want to conquer the world, but then realise that it'd be much easier to just create your own world. So you think about an earth-like planet and - [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][I]Phwoosh![/I][/COLOR] - you've got your own ickle world to rule. Rock on. But the question is, what to call the power? Psychogenesis sounds cool, but the word's already taken. Hmm........

Heh, I don't even know when I got into it. I've had some sort of games system for pretty much as long as I can remember, and I thank my brother greatly for that. But, though I can't exactly remember when it was, it would have had to be the old NES classsics. You know, PaperBoy, MegaMan, that sort of stuff..... ....Admittedly, I wouldn't dream of going back to those sorts of games in this day and age, but yes - they're the ones that introduced me to the world of gaming. Oh, and it was Final Fantasy 7 that introduced me to the wondrous world of RPGs, when my brother borrowed his friend's PSOne. Thanks again, Dan...

Let's see now, who would I want with me on a desert island ...... hmm ....... [I]The logical view:[/I] Oh yes, [B]all those people mentioned by others[/B], who have certain skills that would aid me.... I mean the group.... in getting off the island. I might not know them very well, but hey - whatever gets the job done. [I]The social view:[/I] Preferably I would want real-life friends over OB members, but if I had to make a choice I'd probably choose [B]Sarah(...)[/B]. OK, I haven't got much to base this decision on, but she seems nice enough from the.... erm.... one time I've talked to her. :sweat: The one person I would definitely [I]not[/I] want would be my brother, [B]Dan L[/B], after all - he's my brother. Things might go OK at first, but I doubt that'd last very long in a life-or-death situation. [I]The entertainment view:[/I] Hey, does anyone know if I can register my PS2 as OB member? No?! .....Oh well, I could always [B]spend my days beating n00bs to death[/B]. Hurrah! [CENTER]* * *[/CENTER] [I]Why you wouldn't want to be stuck on an island with me:[/I] Trust me, this would be a very bad idea. I'd probably get extremely bored within the first hour or so and just sit on the beach looking at random things. Once that stage passed I'd probably start poking you at random intervals, saying that I'm just checking whether you're alive or not. After that I imagine I'd just lie there looking up at the sky, coming out with random phrases or attempting to start barely-philosophical discussions from things I saw on a college friend's folder. And, if all else failed, I'd cover the entire beach in sand-doodles. [I]Why you might want to be stuck on an island with me:[/I] - I'd laugh at all of your jokes no matter how good/bad they are. - I'd follow every order/request with a quick 'Whatever', and work hard for at least an hour before descending into the above patterns of boredom. - I can't cook, but I'd tell you that I could. - I have a basic first aid qualification. Can't remember most of it, but it's there. - My shoulder will always be there to cry/munch on.

Dale stared out into the desert, sand blowing up into his eyes. Squinting, he could just about make out the lights on the old Syon base in the distance. He turned around and walked over to the cargo ship's boarding platform, and pressed a blue button next to the gate. "Are you sure you can't get me any closer?" "Positive. That area's restricted airspace; no civilian craft allowed." He glanced back over towards the base, then at the metallic form in the sand behind him. "I guess this'll have to do then. Thanks anyway." "Happy to help." Dale released the button, and the voice cut out. He took a short step back, as the gate closed and the boarding platform started to slowly rise into the hull of the ship. As the ship shot off back towards SS3, Dale turned his head to look at the machine. "Qestrii, let's go." [CENTER]* * *[/CENTER] The hangar was just like he remembered it, not like there was actually that much to remember. Plain metal walls, a small door at the back, big one at the front. Nothing new. The MechAnimas were the only things that had ever made it special, and that was the same as ever. With Qestrii set down in the corner, there were at least six others in the room. Dale recognised most of them, Desh, Amatu, Blaze, Apollo and of course Deviryn. And in the midst of them was one he hadn't seen before, an eagle MechAnima from the looks of things. Though Dale felt slightly uncomfortable around so many memories from the war, and began to tug at the black wristband again, he was glad to have the chance to see the other pilots, his friends, again.

Well, I had a somewhat weird one last night, though I'm not sure if it's quite in the same league as some of yours. Anyway, I can remember this one very well right now, so it's a long one. [CENTER]* * *[/CENTER] OK, the earliest point I can remember, I was standing looking out a window in the middle of the night. Someone else was standing next to me, though I honestly can't remember who it was. Right, so all of a sudden I look up, and see one of those really stupid looking UFOs that you sometimes see on TV programs, shaped kind of like a bell, and just hovering and spinning. Then it flew off, and I started talking to the person next to me. It went something like this; HIM: Wow! Did you see that! ME: Nah, it's a fake. HIM: How can you tell, hmm? ME: Just look at it! It's a [insert obscenity] fake! The UFO disappeared into the distance, and then this incredibly bright star appeared high up in the sky, then shot down over the horizon, staying the same intensity all the way. I was totally convinced that [I]it[/I] was the real UFO. And started argueing my point to the person next to me - the problem being that he hadn't seen it. I kept on telling him that it had to be a UFO, it was twice as bright as any other star or planet in the sky. All of a sudden a light exactly like it appeared where the last had disappeared, and I pointed it out, yelling at the other person to look. But it turned out that one was just a car. :sweat: HIM: [laughing] Nice UFO, Alex. ME: Shut up. Then it went into another part, where I, along with many others, was camping out in a field. We didn't have tents or anything, just a couple of caravans between several hundred of us, so most of us were just sitting and sleeping outside. The thing that made it most awkward, however, was the fact that it took me two/three days (as far as my in-dream memory serves) to find my clothes..... Yes, quite strange indeed. After that, it somehow made another leap (there was stuff inbetween, I just can't remember any of it) to me walking down a StarWars style corridor with two of my friends, and another group of three infront. I somehow know that we're fighting in a tournament, and am trying to decide which one I'd stand a chance against. As the door opens and the others walk through, this one guy from the other team just turns around and looks at me with a smile on his face. He starts to talk; ME: Umm....what? HIM: Do you know Arbic? ME: Arbic? HIM: It's a variation of the Arabic language. Do you know it? ME: (completely confused) No.......why? HIM: (grins) Because I do. Without it, you don't stand a chance. That just left me extremely lost and confused. Why would knowing or not knowing a rarely-heard-of language make any difference in a fighting tournament? I pushed that thought aside, and walked into the arena. So, there I was, the guy just staring back at me with that stupid little smile on his face. The bell rings, and the match begins. He starts walking towards me, hands at his side all cowboy-style. I just stay where I am, and whip out a pair of sais from behind my back. Extremely small sais - I've seen bigger nails in my life - but sais nonetheless. The guy just stops, and looks at me; HIM: What the..? Where did you get those? ME: (I shrugged, not actually knowing myself) I made sure I was prepared. It's in the rules, you know. HIM: Ha! But you don't know Arbic, do you! I just gave him a concerned loo, then ran forward and we started to fight. We just kept on fighting until I managed to push him to edge of the arena. I tried to stab at him with one of the pathetically-sized sais, but he grabbed my hand and stole it from me, blabbering on about how I was going to lose because I didn't know Arbic. When he stabbed at me, I grabbed his hand and kicked him in the stomach, forcing him off the edge of the arena. He grabbed onto the edge as he fell, trying to pull himself up. I was in the process of kicking him repeatedly in the face when this girl ran over, asking for some help in finding a lost friend (I remember the girl from a point earlier on in the dream, though I'm not sure exactly where/when it was). All of a sudden the guy just reaches up with his free hand trying to grab the girl's - well I'm sure you can figure it out for yourself - so I pick up my other pathetic sai and stab it through his hand. He pulls his hand back, looks down at it, then up at me. The girl walks away. HIM: Sorry. Couldn't help myself. Remember....... Arbic! ME: You [insert obsenity]!! I kick the guy in the face a few more times, and he stabs me in the leg with the sai he stole from me earlier. I kick him again, and again, and again - but the guy just doesn't budge. So I grab his leg and, while still kicking him in the face, start pushing him off the edge. It works, and he falls off. I heard a slight thud, looked over the edge, and then the dream ended. [CENTER]* * *[/CENTER] The strange thing was, most of it seemed to make sense at the time. Except for the whole "Arbic" thing...... I've got more but, after the length of this one, I thing I'll save it for later. What can I say, it was just fresh in my mind.

Typing away on the keyboard, Dale tried to run the simulation one last time - successfully. At first everything seemed to be going well, but in a fraction of a second the field collapsed. The readings soared out of control, then all of a sudden plummeted into the negative scale. Another failure. He sighed, and leaned back in his chair, staring up at the blank and unimaginitive ceiling. Researching new technology was always a hit-and-miss kind of thing, so it hadn't been too much of a surprise that the last few simulations had failed. If nothing else, he could at least be glad that it was [I]only [/I] a simulation. Sighing again, he opened another window. On the live feed from the repair station, Qestrii looked exactly the same as she had done five years ago. Of course, there is always much more to something than what the eye alone can see. Dale shifted uncomfortably in his chair, fiddling with the black band around his wrist. "If only..." "Dale?" He quickly closed the window, bringing up the simulation screen, and turned to greet his work-mate. "Hey Celle, what's...." He caught a brief glimpse of red behind her back. He'd completely forgotten that it was Valentine's Day; five years to the day since the attack. "....up?" The young woman smiled lightly. "Oh, nothing really. Just comin' over to see what you're up to." "I'll bet. You know, I can see the box from here..." Celle blushed for a moment, and was about to respond when she was interrupted by a loud beep from Dale's computer. She used the short distraction to regain her composture, laying the red box gently on the desk. "Mail, huh?" "Looks like it. Let's see....." He didn't recognise the address, but picked up a familiar name the moment he opened the file. "Sora....?" "Who's Sora?" He stared at the screen in confusion for a second, then turned back to Celle. "Oh, just an old friend." He smiled, biting his lip slightly. "Err.... sorry, but this is kind of... well... personal? It's nothing about you, but..." She nodded silently, the usually light-hearted expression on her face. "Don't worry about it Dale. We'll talk later, okay?" "Yeah, that'd be great. Oh, and thanks for the chocs." "No problem." She laughed, walking back to her desk. Dale quickly read through the e-mail. "A tournament? With the MechAnimas?...." He fiddled with the black band as he read through, coming across a list of all the others he'd met five years back. The ones he'd fought alongside. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to go; he wasn't even sure if Qestrii would be ready for something like this..... But, in the end, he decided to give it a shot. He keyed in the number for the SS3 spaceport. "Hey there........Oh, of course. Dale Meireson..........Yes, that's correct. Right........... Now, I understand this might seem a little strange, but could I book a private flight to Earth, Sandon City?..........No, a cargo freighter please.......... That'll do fine......... Passengers? No, no. Just me and some cargo........"

Joel sat at the desk in his quarters, slouched over his desk, when a knock came at the door. He instantly straightened up, but refused to turn around to meet the visitor. "Sir Vuleire?" "Yes." He responded, irritation in his voice. This soldier had visited his chamber countless times, yet the fool still had to confirm his identity. "What is it?" "The royal banquet is about to begin. All knights of the king are required to attend." Joel frowned, still with his back to the visitor. "I am busy. Please leave." "You are a knight, correct?" The visitor replied, with a hint of sarcasm.... or arrogance.... in his voice. Joel was infuriated, and toyed with the idea of charging the soldier with insubordination. In the end, as it was by the king's order, he decided not to bother. Still, the idea was quite appealing. He sighed and lifted himself out of his seat, bowing quickly to the lowly soldier. "Very well, I shall attend." He stepped towards the door, but the soldier refused to move out of his way. "All knights are also required to wear [I]armour[/I] at this occasion, sir. I'm afraid you will have to change out of your..." The soldier glanced down at Joel's rather overdone outfit and struggled to hold back a laugh. "....robes." Joel glared at the man for a few short seconds, then stood silently. To Joel's annoyance, the soldier did exactly the same. "Well, if you wouldn't mind waiting outside." The soldier bowed sloppily, then turned to leave, closing the heavy wooden door behind him. Joel could have sworn he heard a burst of laughter from the corridor, but he really wasn't in the mood to check. He opened his wardrobe and dragged out the ceremonial armour set. He let it fall to the floor with a heavy thud, then started to undress, muttering to himself in disapproval. ------------------------------------------- Joel stepped out into the corridor, fiddling with the latches on his chestplate. The soldier, who had been leaning against the wall half-asleep, stood to attention and waved his hand in the direction of the banquet hall. "This way, sir." Joel mumbled something quietly, drawing a sharp glare from his subordinate. The soldier quickly realised his mistake, and stood completely upright in a failed attempt to hide it - forcing Joel to smile. "Lead on."

[B]OOC: Sorry about being out of this for so long. Thanks to everyone for keeping my character involved, I owe you one... or two....three? Umm... yeah[/B] :sweat: "Hey, M." Carl stood waiting outside the operation room, leaning against the far wall. M peeled off the surgical gloves, covered in blood, and tossed them into the nearest waste chute. He looked up as soon as he heard Carl. Unlike most other times they'd talked, he wasn't smiling. "What's up?" Carl briefly glanced through the observation screen, then turned back to M. "Well? Did you find anything?" M nodded slowly, obviously deep in thought. "Yeah. I don't quite know what to make of it yet, but...." "But what?" M stood silent for a second, then shook his head and looked at Carl in a slightly more relaxed manner. "Don't worry about it for now. I'll go over it with everyone at the next meeting." Carl tried to look disappointed, hoping to persuade M to tell him there and then, but it didn't work. M just folded his arms and smiled. "You know, you might want to try that on someone who [I]can't[/I] read emotions." Carl shrugged, and smiled back. "Neh, too easy." Carl turned on his heel and started walking back down the corridor towards the living quarters. He was just about to turn a corner when he heard M's voice call out from behind him. "Carl! Don't forget to sort out your report!" Carl grunted disapprovingly, then rushed around the corner. He hated writing reports. [B]OOC: I assume the 'virus' mission will be going deeper into the president's daughter thing, so I'll go for that one. If ot, I'll go with it anyway. And again, very, [I]very [/I] sorry for not posting in such a long time.[/B]

Name: Joel Vuleire Age: 23 Height: 5'8" Weight: 170 lbs Gender: Male General appearance: Though Joel is relatively muscular, by the standards of most soldiers he is still less than average. His eyes are dark shade of gray, and his light brown hair is tied back neatly at the base of his neck; falling to the middle of his back. He rarely wears armour - usually for ceremonies and battles alone - and generally chooses to adorn himself in a selection of robes; occasionally going a little over the top to stand out from the crowd. With very few visible scars or injuries, some wonder whether he has ever fought in a real battle. Occupation: Knight. Serves under the King, though his loyalty is questionable. Bio: Joel had always lived the easy life. He was born into a well-endowed family in a small town in the outskirts of Arawn, and was brought up as a knight in service of the town's governor. He learned everything he knew from the old man. And of all the things the old man nurtured in Joel, the greatest of them was greed. When Damion overthrew the old king, the town and its governor refused to submit to the usurper, drawing the attention of the new king's merciless army. This clearly went against the principles that Joel had been taught - it would lead to no obvious benefit or profit - so he set about 'preparing' for the invasion. As the army drew near Joel took the life of his former master, riding out to present the governor's head to Damion himself. And thus he entered into the service of the new ruler, as his home town burnt to the ground by his own hand. This sudden betrayal, though it had certain benefits, meant that many in the army did, and still do, question his loyalty to Damion. He had betrayed his lord and his family in order to gain the favour of the winning side, therefore it is understandable to assume that he could do so again if the tides changed. As several of his piers have noted, he makes every decision based on his own well-being. Lady Ashrel has remained suspicious of him ever since he joined her army. I hope this is OK. If not, just PM me and I'll change it.

[I][B]My Everything, My Nothing.[/B][/I] [SIZE=1]A book. That's all it is, a dirty old book. But to me, it's much more than that - more than you could possibly imagine. This is my life. Everything I've ever said or done, given or taken; it's all there. And when in flames, it reveals the most important fact of all. I hate it.[/SIZE]

Though this song doesn't seem to bad by itself, it does have a slightly creepy video with a stalker in it. When you read the lyrics afterwards..... yeah. [CENTER][B]"Hysteria" - Muse[/B] [I][COLOR=Indigo]It's bugging me, Calling me, And twisting me around. Yeah I'm endlessly Caving in, And turning inside out. 'Cause I want it now, I want it now. Give me your heart and your soul. And I'm breaking out, I'm breaking out That's when she'll lose control. Yeah it's hurting me, Morphing me, And forcing me to strive To be endlessly Caving in, And dreaming of my love. 'Cause I want it now, I want it now. Give me your heart and your soul. I'm not breaking down, I'm breaking out. That's when she'll lose control. And I want you now, I want you now. I feel my heart implode. And I'm breaking out, Escaping now. Feeling my faith grow old...[/COLOR][/I][/CENTER] Another one. Not [I]exactly[/I] stalker-ish, but it has the potential. Oh, look who wrote it..... [CENTER][B]"Endlessly" - Muse[/B] [I][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]There's a part in me you'll never know. The only thing I'll never show. Hopelessly, I'll love you endlessly. Hopelessly, I'll give you everything. But I won't give you up, I won't let you down, And I won't leave you falling. If the moment ever comes.... It's plain to see it's trying to speak, Cherished dreams forever asleep. Hopelessly, I'll love you endlessly. Hopelessly, I'll give you everything. But I won't give you up, I won't let you down, And I won't leave you falling. If the moment ever comes.... Hopelessly, I'll love you endlessly. Hopelessly, I'll give you everything. But I won't give you up, I won't let you down, And I won't leave you falling. But the moment never comes.[/COLOR][/I][/CENTER] These are nothing close to being the best stalker songs out there. But hey - it's not like 'I don't know many stalker songs' is going to ruin my reputation.

Good to see you got this up so quickly Heero. Hope it all goes as smoothly as last time. [I][B]: Pilot :[/B][/I] [B]Name[/B]: Dale Meireson [B]Age[/B]: 22 [B]Origin[/B]: Earth, moved to SS3. [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Appearance[/B]: About 5'9", medium length black hair and green eyes. Medium tan with a relatively fair complexion. Average build, not particularly muscular. Wears; white, short-sleeved shirt; Loose fitting jeans, darkish blue, full length; Black boots. Also wears a pendant around his neck, on a faded silver chain, with a small emerald set in the centre. Black band around his right wrist. [B]Personality[/B]: Though he still has his moments of doubt, he is a lot more confident than he used to be. He still isn't the best at making friends, but he usually makes at least a little effort. As it stands, he feels responsible for the number of deaths that occured in the Cylargrian, regardless of the fact that they had all been brainwashed. [B]Bio[/B]: Born to a modest home in the suburbs of Sandon, he would say, looking back on his life, that it had been nothing special. He lost his mother when he was born, and was lucky to survive himself, but he never saw it as the miracle that his father made it out to be. He was alive, just like everyone else. And his mother, he had never even known her. All he had to know her by were the stories his father would tell and the pendant that she left to him. Of course, he did eventually have a mother, when his father remarried six years ago, but he never really got along to well with her. Not by any fault of her's, he simply wasn't used to having anyone apart from his father there to look after him, to tell him what to do. After two years, the marriage fell apart, and they divorced. His dad was never quite the same, he never showed Dale the same sort of attention that he used, and their relationship too began to sour. Shunned by his own father, Dale tried to get the attention he desired from his friends, and in doing so turned them away. On Valentine's Day, five years ago. The Cylargres attacked, dragging him into the war as the pilot of the cobra MechAnima, Qestrii. Dale fought alongside the other pilots, destroying all traces of the Cylargres on the Earth. Unfortunately, in the final battle, Qestrii's AI shut itself down, and still has not been fully restored. Afterwards, Dale returned to his previous life. He finished his studies at school, while doing his best to restore Qestrii to her former state. Several months after the Star Clusters were built, Dale moved to SS3, where the station's repair facilities would hopefully help in the restoration process. He took up a job in the station's research facility, and since then has led a relatively normal life. [B]Weakness[/B]: His guilt regarding the war. It often causes him to doubt his decisions, in all aspects of his life. [I][B]Tournament MechAnima: Cobra[/B][/I] [B]Name[/B]: Qestrii [B]Personality[/B]: Reclusive and calm, Qestrii and Dale would still probably not be seen as the perfect match. Though very understanding of others, she is still coming to terms with her own existence and the fact that she is truly unique - a problem that has increased further with the memory loss that came as a result of the AI shut-down. The only parts of her memory that remained fully intact after the incident were those involving Dale. [B]Appearance[/B]: Qestrii is matte black on top, and silver on her underside, along the entire length of her body. 10 green energy rings run down her body, at equal intervals, which are usually concealed by protective plates until she has coiled around her opponent. Her armour is made up of scales, which are only noticeable when light is shone on them from the correct angle. Her eyes are bright glowing green. [B]Abilities[/B]: Like the creature on which she was based, Qestrii's main offensive and defensive strategies comes from her ability to trap an opponent using her body. Once coiled around an opponent she can either crush it, tear it apart with her powerful fangs. For the tournament, the functions of her energy rings, for example the EMP attack, have been disabled. In addition to her old energy cannons, she has been enhanced with a set of stun-missile launchers. [B]Weakness[/B]: Though her long-range abilities have been enhanced, Qestrii still suffers in terms of speed. [I][B]: Legendary Mechanima : [/B] [/I] [B]Name[/B]: Qestrii [B]Personality[/B]: Though Qestrii's overall personality remains the same, her AI has been completely restored, allowing her to offer a greater amount of support to Dale. [B]Appearance[/B]: Qestrii becomes completely silver, instead of the original black/silver combination. [B]Normal Abilities[/B]: The same. Only difference is that the energy rings will have been re-activated, so EMP would be available. [B]Special abilities[/B]: [I]Cobra Rush[/I] - Qestrii activates the energy blades on the rings down her body, angling them forward. She then charges into the enemy, slashing or impaling any opponent within range. [I]Contagion[/I] - Qestrii releases a cloud of nano-machines into the air, which will automatically 'infect' any mechs in the vincinity. Once the nano-machines get inside the mechs, they break down the connections between the motors and the control system, disabling it temporarily - extremely effective against mechs that are protected against EMP. Unfortunately, this technique affects Qestrii in the same way. [B]Weakness[/B]: As before, this mainly lies in Qestrii's speed.

I live in Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom. 1. The captain (or second-in-command. I can't remember which...) of the Titanic was born here. How interesting. He crashed a ship. 2. Robbie Williams, an English celebrity singer guy, was born here. One of my friends even knows his mom. Wow. :sleep: 3. We used to be famous for pottery, before the industry went downhill. Now we're famous for being one of the worst areas, in terms of unemployment, in the country. How nice. 4. And last but not least, we have lots of miserable weather. Oh. Yes. .....Oh, how I hate my home town.

[I][B]Singin' Our Troubles Away...[/B][/I] [SIZE=1][COLOR=DimGray]"In the jungle, the mighty jungle...."[/COLOR] "Shut up." [COLOR=DimGray]"....the lion sleeps tonight..."[/COLOR] "I said SHUT UP!" [COLOR=DimGray]"Hey, just trying to lighten the mood."[/COLOR] He examined her carefully. "What did you do?" [COLOR=DimGray]"Who, me? Nothing! Why?"[/COLOR] "You're lying. What is it?" A long pause. [COLOR=DimGray]"Well...... about your dog....."[/COLOR] Silence. "How did the rest go?" [COLOR=DimGray]"No idea..." [/COLOR] [/SIZE] [B][I]John. Just John.[/I][/B] [SIZE=1]"Who the hell are you?" The young man looked straight into the eyes of the one in front of him. The clone just lay there, bobbing up and down in the liquid-filled tank. It was like looking into a mirror. Everything was the same; hair, eyes, face. Everything. "I am John. Who are you?"[/SIZE] Wow, I managed both with 55 words. I'm so happy I could cry. :bawl:

Well, on the subject of Valentine's Day, I really couldn't care less. I generally tend to shrug off the over-commercial side as an unavoidable aspect imposed upon it by society, and the holiday itself doesn't have any great purpose for me. The only time I ever bought someone a gift for Valentine's Day was... oh.... nine-ten years ago. That was nothing more than a simple chocolate heart lollipop, and a card. Looking back on it, it's a nice memory to have, but again - the day itself just doesn't mean anything. Even if I had given her those things on any other day of the year, it would [I]still[/I] be a nice memory to have, and the feelings behind it would have been no different. Maybe these are the mindless rantings of a social introvert who's never had a real girlfriend, but hey, I still seem to be pretty sane. Oh, one more thing; [quote name='Yume Tenshi']Let me just make this clear i'm cursed with boy and girls no one will really love and if you someone who think the always someone out there then your wrong and if you say that then im really going to get pissed off :)[/quote] Yume - I'm [I]not[/I] going to say that there is [I]always[/I] someone perfect out there, but I will say that you shouldn't try to judge everything on a few bad experiences. There may be thousands of people out there who could break your heart, but there might be just as many who can make it. Don't give up on love so easily. Many apologies for the cheesiness. [RIGHT][I]Rei_Man[/I][/RIGHT]

Carl stood outside in the darkness, looking for any heat sources through the infra-red scope on his rifle. There had only been a few small attacks on the jet since they had returned, which the team had dealt with easily, but it was always best to have some warning. As he was checking the area to his right, something seemed to move for a second in the dim light, then stopped. Carl cautiously fired off one bullet, and heard it fall to the floor a metre or two away from him. [I]A telekinetic field? But I thought..?[/I] He turned as Lee walked up behind him, his chest wound fully healed. "Feeling any better?" "Much better, thanks," he laughed as he stopped next to him. He looked down as Carl switched off the chambers on his rifle. "Hey, sorry if-" "No problem, I need a break anyway. Besides, it's 'for the good of the team', right?" "Right." The two of them walked back into the jet, where Andy and the two surviving back-up soldiers were recovering. "Remind me to shoot the commander when we get back." Carl laughed as he sat down. "Not if I beat you to it." He drew his sword and placed it on his lap, wiping the blood from the blade. "I'd say he deserves what he gets for sending us in unprepared." Ivy cut in from across the room. "We all feel the same, but don't go doing anything stupid, OK?" "It's just a joke." He slided the sword into the rack overhead, and leaned back into the seat. "Besides, I've shot enough superior officers in my lifetime as it is." Carl glanced over at one of the two surviving soldiers, who was happily snoring away. He didn't understand how anyone could sleep here. Even inside the wrecked jet, the dying screams of the vampires and werewolves fighting in the streets could easily be heard. Lee turned, adressing both Carl and Ivy. "Do you think there are any civilians still alive out there?" Both of them shrugged, and Ivy stared out into the darkness. Carl tilted his head forward, and closed his eyes. "With all that fighting going on I..." He sighed. "... I guess it's impossible to tell."

Panda - Would I be right in saying a vicar? And here's a little one that I'm making up as I go along. It's not exactly the most difficult riddle (I think) but still, it'll do; The Sun, and Moon, and Stars decreed, Give light to day, and mid-night sky. But one more thing, for life we need, Not so far, and not so high. What is it?

Okay, here's confirming that the Underground thread has now been set up. Remember to direct any questions there, and if you sign up, be sure to check there every-so-often. Also, if any people who sign up want me to add any information to the things in the Underground thread, just send me a PM with the information and I'll add it in. Now, hopefully we'll get some more sign-ups. Emphasis on the 'hopefully'. [RIGHT][I]Rei_Man[/I][/RIGHT]

Okay. Despite the fact that only [I]one[/I] person has signed up so far, I decided to finally get around to setting this thread up. Basically, this will serve the same function as other RPG Underground threads, in that it will be a place where anyone can ask questions about the RPG, and I will do my best to answer so long as it doesn't reveal too much in terms of the plot. It will also be a thread where I will post information on plot details [I]as they happen[/I], along with posting information on events, technology, locations, and Non Player Characters that are included in the story. This can both be stuff that I write, and anything that players request to be included by PM. So as a warning for anyone who joins up, you may want to check back here occasionally. Okay, here's the first batch of information - some of which is in the opening post of the Adventure Inn thread, along with bits mentioned in my signup. In this case, the new information is in green lettering. ------------------------- [B]History:[/B] [COLOR=Green][I]The Bi'Kjra Rebellion - 25 - 16 years ago[/I] A violent rebellion in the border region of Rairos, this period of chaos brought about the death of tens upon thousands who lived in this area. Most activity involved assaults on numerous towns and villages, destroying the lives and property of countless farmers and their families. The rebellion was led by a Joa Bi'Kjra and his brother Jhii, members of an aristocratic family that had been removed from power in favour of a member of the farming comunity. Casualties of this rebellion include the birth-families of Seil Nemra and Lunae Nu'khai.[/COLOR] [B]Technology:[/B] [COLOR=Green][I]Sacred Amulet - Enchanted Device[/I] The Sacred Amulets are the set of amulets that were handed out to the close friends of Seil Nemra. Only two living people know the true power of the Amulets, while Hiuma Vu'oso holds the only existing list of bearers. Only Seil herself, who died protecting the identity of the bearers, knew of their origin. [I]Mage Gun - Enchanted Device (Weapon)[/I] The [I]Mage Gun[/I] is the latest development of the magic research team hired by Pirya Si'leva, and is a device designed to wield an intense destructive force. The main fault in the design is the amplification process, which, though providing an impressive yield, does not even come close to the specifications provided by Pirya. Once Pirya learned of the Amulets, she realised that they would be the perfect for amplifying the weapons power. If all amulets were joined with the weapon, it would possess enough strength to bring even the most fortified of cities crashing to the ground in a single blast.[/COLOR] [B]Locations:[/B] [COLOR=Green][I]Nel'rair - Capital of the Rairos Kingdom[/I] Nel'rair stands as one of the most advanced cities in all the three kingdoms in terms of technology, culture, and military strength. The city was originally built in a valley, back in the Raire family's humble past, in a circular shape of a mile diameter. Since then, the city has grown to three times this size, carving deep into the valley walls. The boundaries of the city are heavily fortified, and hold some of the strongest garrisons that Rairos has to offer. Until its destruction three months ago, the temple had been thought of as one of Nel'rair's greatest landmarks.[/COLOR] [B]NPC Profiles:[/B] [I]Priestess Seil Nemra - 23 years old (Deceased)[/I] Seil lived as one of the main supporters of the Anti-War policy that the King of Rairos was preparing to issue. A firm pacifist, she held the opinion that any conflict would cost the nation of Rairos dearly. She held one of the Sacred Amulets, while the others were given to her most trusted associates. A political enemy of Counsellor Pirya, she became a close friend of the King himself, who regularly visited Seil's temple. Records state that she died as a result of a structural failure in the temple, and only a few know the true circumstances of her death. [COLOR=Green]Seil had first met with her assistant Lunae Nu'khai in an orphanage 7 years ago. Seeing the potential in Lunae, and with compassion for the loss of Lunae's parents long ago, she took Lunae in as her own sister. Seil had lost her parents in a similiar incident to that which had caused the death of Lunae's, and the two complemented eachother perfectly, creating a family that neither of them had ever had. Seil also began teaching Lunae in the ways of the Temple, and allowed her to train as a temple assistant when she became the Priestess. Though Seil never taught Lunae about the amulet, she had left specific instructions to Hiuma Vu'oso to do so if anything ever happened to her.[/COLOR] [I]Counsellor Pirya Si'leva - 32 years old[/I] A native of the Gyre Kingdom, Pirya entered into service of the Rairos kingdom 13 years ago. Since the beginning of her career, she has risen from the lowest of positions to become one of the Kings five appointed advisors - though this is in name only. Of late, the King has been seeking more the wisdom of the temple priestess Seil Nemra. Since their introduction the King has begun promoting a more peaceful stance - one that Pirya refused to support. Over the past few months, Pirya has been plotting to draw Rairos into a war, while at the same time researching the effects of magic. This research brought about the secret invention of the Mage Gun, a new weapon that amplifies spiritual energies - considerably increasing their destructive force. It was one such Mage Gun that brought about the death of Seil Nemra. She later used the essence of Seil's Sacred Amulet to significantly increase the yield of the weapon, and now seeks the others amulets to further enhance its power. [I]Gelia Relai - 21 years old[/I] Pirya Si'leva's personal aide, Gelia Relai, like her mother before her, also acts as a liason between the King and the Rairos military. It was this connection that allowed Pirya to draw several high-ranking officers into her conspiracy, as well as allowing Pirya's research to remain hidden. Though her involvement in the death of Priestess Seil weighs heavily on her soul, she continues to serve Pirya faithfully. [I]His Majesty, Denel Raire VII - 54 years old[/I] Until recently, with his introduction the Seil Nemra, the King had always kept his military well organised and supplied. Though he did not intend to engage in war with with the Kingdoms of Dhan're and Gyre, he wanted to make the impression that his forces could, and would, retaliate against any force that dared to attack Rairos. However, after he began taking advice from Seil, he began to disarm his military forces, and prepared to sign a permanent peace treaty with the other Kingdoms. Unfortunately, this move caused great animosity to spread through the Rairos military, giving Pirya the chance she needed to gain allies within its ranks. King Raire is currently entering the final stages of the negotiation process - but whether he will suceed before Pirya can interfere is uncertain. [I]General N'ayko Deile - 47 years old[/I] One of Pirya Si'leva's strongest supporters in the Rairos military, he commands a legion of soldiers in a small town near the border between Rairos and Dhan're. This places him in the ideal location for launching on assault on the neighboring Kingdom, which would, as Pirya planned, most likely lead to a full-scale war - a war in which Rairos would emerge victorious. General N'ayko cares as little for the people of the town as he does for his soldiers, and so gladly offered his troops to Pirya's cause - on the condition that he be able to return to Nel'rair on the eve of battle. [COLOR=Green][I]Hiuma Vu'oso - 27 years old[/I] A friend of Seil Nemra from their earlier years, Hiuma is the only person that Seil has trusted with the list of Amulet bearers. He is also one of only two people other then the deceased Priestess who understood the full extent of the Amulets' power. After the death of his close friend, Hiuma fell into despair, and had been close to suicide at the time that Lunae Nu'khai had shown up at his door. Fortunately, Hiuma had kept in contact with Seil over the years, and so knew of Lunae and the Amulet that she carried. For the three months after Seil's death, Hiuma devoted his every waking hour to teaching Lunae about the amulets, as Seil would have wanted, and sent out a summons letter to all of the others on his list.[/COLOR] ----------------------------- :babble: I'd say that about does it for now. Remember, if any players want something added, just PM me.