Mykul

[B]Name: [/B]Paul Cheung [B] Age:[/B] 18 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Description:[/B] Paul stands at 6 feet even, and weighs approximately 175 pounds. He is stout, with a large chest and large arms. He has short, dark hair that shades his green eyes and thick eyebrows. Usually Paul is seen with some manner of smirk, sneer, or grin on his face. [B]Bio:[/B] Paul Cheung is a classmate of Kiruna's and a chronic trouble-maker. He is rude, crude, and socially unacceptable. He was never trained in martial arts, yet his favorite evening activity is getting into drunken fist fights at bars. Sometimes he wins, sometimes he loses, but he never sees an ounce of jailtime, thanks to his father's eminent status as a public official of Tokyo. Paul is a spoiled brat who must act mean and tough to make himself feel safe. It's feelings like this that keep Paul from having any close friends. This is why Paul is vacationing at the Ohjyo Hotel all by his lonesome: nobody would accept his invitations. So now Paul has a cavernous penthouse all to himself, with the prospect of being alone for his entire holiday... Thanks for ending the audition dry spell, Korey!

[quote name='8bit']I feel like there should be more to this thread.[/QUOTE] I was considering taking a page out of Sabrina's book and setting up a prose contest... thoughts? Oh, and good idea about the discussion, Mr. Bit. [QUOTE]The chest opened, revealing...another map.- Allamorph[/QUOTE] I like it. Very different from most of the pieces so far. It has a "Medias Res" feel to it. [QUOTE]Nobody loves a murderer. She did.- Shy[/QUOTE] One of my favorites so far. I think this piece is one of the few that gives you a very strong story -or rather, sense of an incomplete story- in 6 words.

[B]Mykul checks thread; finds another cheater.[/B] [QUOTE]"Vodka, what a cruel mistress..." -Zen[/QUOTE] Another cheater, but this time cheating in the opposite direction. Remember, stories should be exactly 6 words.

[quote name='Allamorph'][FONT=Arial]Young man, you look like my son....[/FONT][/QUOTE] Cheater! That's seven words! Allamorph, I never in my wildest dreams would have thought that you would be the first person to break the six word count rule!

[quote name='8bit']Bahaha, that's fun.[/QUOTE] Isn't it, though? [B]Melting walls, ceiling. Californian Eskimo life.[/B]

[SIZE="2"][SIZE="3"][SIZE="2"][quote name='Sandy']It shows that he's a professional author, doesn't it? ;D[/QUOTE] Yes, it sure does show the extent of his talents as a writer! Too bad he ended up going completely insane towards the end of his life... [B]Damn! Everything had gone so well...[/B] [B]Submarines shouldn't leak. This one did.[/B] [B]Basement was dark. Wall was hard.[/B][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]

In the 1920s, Ernest Hemingway bet a group of colleagues $10 that he could write a story in only 6 words. His story- [B]"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."[/B] Needless to say, he got paid... A little more recently, the short short story form was further explored by some of the more prominent writers and other celebrities of our time. Their pieces were published in an article in [U]Wired Magazine[/U]. Here are a few of those submissions: [B]Failed SAT. Lost scholarship. Invented rocket.[/B] - William Shatner [B]Automobile warranty expires. So does engine.[/B] - Stan Lee [B]The baby’s blood type? Human, mostly.[/B] - Orson Scott Card [B]Kirby had never eaten toes before.[/B] - Kevin Smith [B][U]The Challenge:[/U][/B] Do the same. Write a story [U]in six words exactly[/U]. Keep in mind that your piece should be a story, not just a random phrase. Look above at the examples given. [B]Here's mine: No Photoshop. Made avatar in Paint.[/B] [B]Addendum:[/B] If this thread gets closed because it's already been done, I'll lose my mind. I spent ten minutes searching the site for a thread with this same premise and couldn't find one.

All I have is a few thoughts for each: [B]Indi:[/B] I loved your diction and your refrain. I feel the theme of "the test" was identifiable and powerful. [B]Allamorph: [/B]Your control of the poem's structure was masterful. I would also contend that your title was superior. [B]Aaryanna_Mom:[/B] Your piece was very touching, and I was drawn in emotionally by the sincere tone of the speaker. All that being said, this is how I feel after reading all three pieces: For some reason, Indi and Mom used no punctuation. I'm not sure if it was unfamiliarity with the poetic form (I, for one, had never heard of this type of poem), or simply personal preference. And then you have Allamorph, who took this difficult poetic form and completely made it his own. The punctuation he used was so masterful, so skillful, that it made his piece flow with a rhythm and style that neither of the other two pieces matched. My vote HAS to go to [SIZE="4"][U][I][B]Allamorph.[/B][/I][/U][/SIZE]

My middle fingers were lost in a tragic accident when I was five. Thanks for bringing back terrible, nightmare-ish memories, Morph. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to type? *tear*

[U]Yup, definitely tired of Zen trying to show off abs that aren't there...[/U] [IMG]http://i26.tinypic.com/2wmmkx3.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i28.tinypic.com/dyyp0.jpg[/IMG]

[quote name='Allamorph'][FONT=Arial]Spoken like the uninitiated.[/FONT][/QUOTE] Uninitiated as in I don't pay taxes? I do, actually, just like every citizen with a job... And I know how taxes work. I realize entirely that a government cannot pay for itself. I never once postulated that getting rid of taxes should be the solution to the problem. I think you said it better, that the problem lies with detached public officials and interest groups. The best solution to the problem, I believe, is the fairtax. However, I think we can all be pretty sure that a fairtax bill will never pass. The constitution still gives congress the right to levy income tax (thank you sixteenth ammendment). so, basically, to install the fairtax system in The United States there would have to be another ammendment to the constitution that takes away congress's power to tax income... and ammendments are hard to come by these days. And so, like you said Allamorph, we are stuck with an untrustworthy public body that is not being told what to do, at least not by the people who have the right to dictate what they should do. Sorry if my last post seemed to say that taxes are unnecessary. [QUOTE]The issue is mental depravity.[/QUOTE] I think that answers the question a little too well. It seems that mental depravity is really the greatest problem in the [I]entire world[/I], not just in America.

I very much agree that the cost of living is a huge bummer in American society. But the cost of living is really just the tip of the iceberg, the mask that hides the true problem: taxes. Taxes are just one step closer to communism. Taxes are the reason that, in pure economic terms, The United States of America cannot be classified as having a true capitalist economic system. Income tax, hidden tax, sales tax...they are the reasons why prices simply go up and up. ...not to mention the reason the economy remains unstimulated, as money is taken away from hardworking business owners and used for entitlement programs that do nothing...

I'm going to go ahead and reserve my sign-up spot here. I'm signing up for the part of Drizz's special assignment.

I would greatly appreciate a simple, bold banner and avatar set. Not very colorful, made of mostly white, black, and grey. The only text that need be displayed is my username. Thanks a million.

I like them very much. Thanks!

I was thinking it was something along those lines...I'm not a big anime buff so there you have it.

Hm...I don't really know what you mean by "bleach," so NOPE I don't mind :cool:

No preferred images, no specifications other than a simple, dark color scheme for a banner and an avatar. Thanks.

[B]OOC:[/B] Just holding my place until Onix messages me back, then I'll finish. [CENTER][B][U]Black Eyed Kid[/U][/B][/CENTER] [B]Name:[/B] Through the centuries of his shadow-life, the black eyed kid has called himself Samael. However, many an alias have been attached to him by humans, and the order of the piercing light knows that he is sometimes reffered to as: The thin one, the boy, Mr. Yellow, or Jason Sanborn by the mortal masses.

Anyone else a member of Darkthrone online? If so, post your username, becuase an Otakuboards allegiance is greatly needed. [color=red][size=1]Bolt, I will be closing this thread because Otakuboards stresses posting quality and conversation. When the first post doesn't show anything worth conversating over, the other posts tend to follow. And I advise paying attention to the stickies. There is a thread already like this. [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=55451]Click Here[/URL] ~Phenom~[/color][/size]

chris and Ash stood in a dark alleyway; the body of Vala lay beneath them. They had drugged her Coke with a slow-acting sedative while on their visit to the record store, and the timing had been perfect. Now she lay dormant at their feet, utterly helpless. Before Chris had even reached into the bag for a weapon, however, he saw something at the building across the street that made his blood curl. He dove sideways behind a nearby dumpster, dragging a startled Ash with him. His friend, Chris thanked God as they landed on the cement, had not uttered so much as one sound of surprise that could give them away. Bless the boy, he was such a good killer... [B]"What?"[/B] inquired Ash as the two crouched in darkness. Chris looked severely back at Ash. [B]"Antonia just walked into the house across the street."[/B] Ash was too stunned to speak. Chris continued: [B]"You know what we'll have to do if she's suspicious, right?"[/B] Ash could only nod as he stared at the ground. Chris couldn't help feel a bit sorry for his friend. [B]"Here, we'll go check out what she's doing."[/B] Acting quietly, they hid Vala in the dumpster and made their way across the street. It was already apparent what was going on inside, the music could be heard a block away. Chris and Ash reached the duplex and sat against the wall under a window. [B]"You saw."[/B] It was a statement, not a question that Chris extended to Ash. Chris had seen men through that window, and women, all his age and excruciatingly underdressed. There had not been one couple of teens that wasn't locked together in some way. Chris knew that Ash had seen it too. He looked over and saw Ash with his face in his hands. [B]"don't make me kill her." [/B] came Ash's muffled declaration.[B] "I won't do it." [/B] Chris placed a hand on his friends shoulder, and Ash looked him in the face. [B]"I'll give her one minute, Ash. If she comes out before the minute is up, then presumabley she figured this wasn't for her, meaning she may not be a whore. If she's still in there, we pull a cherry-top." [/B] Chris' gut went cold even as he said those words. Ash's eyes opened wide. A cherry top would be a huge leap in their movement; it was one of their rehearsed methods of killing. Ash would get a household of ppl to leave the house for 20 seconds while Chris snuck in, turned off the light in the main room of the house, unscrewed the lightbulb, filled it with a highly explosive fuel (designed just for this purpose), screwed the lightbulb back in, and left the house again. The household re-enters their home, turns the lights back on... it was almost unthinkable that anybody would survive.

[B]"Sounds good to me." [/B] Said Vala in a low, seductive voice. She flashed an appealing grin at Chris, who was leaning over the counter talking to her. Chris wanted less of a chance of someone overhearing, however, so he asked Vala, [B]"Could we step into the back room for a minute?"[/B] [B]"Anything you say."[/B] Vala replied in the same tone as before. She turned and walked through the door to the storage room, motioning for Chris to follow. Chris' inner hatred for her kind began to flare up as he looked at her retreating backside, snug in low cut jeans, and her shirt that left inches of skin between itself and the pants. [I]Maybe that's what I'll do first.[/I] He thought to himself. [I]Slit her belly from hip to hip where her sluty shirt doesn't cover it.[/I] Chris gave a last glance around the room. Immediately, his gaze fell upon Ash and Antonia. They were flirting! A pang of anger went through Chris' body. Instead of watching his back, Ash was flirting with a girl who was probably due for termination soon! Chris didn't care at all if Ash wanted a girl, just as long as it was a good one. Chris pushed aside the door to the storage room and faced Vala. He wanted to get out of there fast. [B]"You, me, 5622 Harbor Drive, Midnight. That good?"[/B] Vala stepped close to him, placing a soft hand on his chest and letting it run down to his belt. [B]"Sounds good."[/B] Chris mustered the best sexy grin that he could, and made his way out. He passed Ash without a word, and his companion followed. Once outside, Chris turned on Ash. [B]"Antonia? Why the hell?"[/B]

[I][B]OOC:[/B] Well, I suppose if no one has any objections I'll go ahead and end school for the day. Oh, and as for what region this story takes place in, just imagine a normal- yet large and expansive- modern city.[/I] Chris strolled the streets of downtown Blair, humming to himself. School had been out for a bit, and he had left his car on the campus parking lot in order to be alone in the city and think. By asking the right people and dropping the right names, Chris had collected all the information he needed to know about this girl, Vala; where she lived, what she looked like, what car she drives, when she does what she does, her number, everything. Chris had called Ash via cell, and the two were to meet outside the Tower Records store. Ash had sounded a bit worried when over the phone, which made Chris curious. [I]Hope he hasn't gotten into any more trouble...[/I] Chris thought to himself as he wove his way through passers-by. Sure enough, Ash was waiting outside the music store when Chris arrived. They began to converse in low voices; human traffic wasn't thick on the sidewalk at the moment, but neither man wanted to take a chance. [B]"Chris, I have a feeling that Jason is trying to trap us with this whole Vala thing."[/B] Declared Ash. [B]"I mean, he has to suspect us. All he would need to do is give us the tip-off he already gave us, have the cops shadow this girl, and then have us busted when we make our move." [/B] Chris nodded. [B]"Damn, good thinking. I don't think that Jason is smart enough or brave enough to do that, but you have the right state of mind. We should always be alert."[/B] [B]"Right," [/B] responded Ash, [B]"so I'm thinking we get her off her beaten path. Maybe get her to come somewhere with the promise of sex and drugs."[/B] [B]"Beautiful." [/B] Said Chris, smiling. [B]"You're absolutely right. Here's what im thinking-"[/B] but Chris was cut short by a familiar female voice. [B]"Well! If it isn't the big men on campus!" [/B] Was the sarcastic greeting that came from Antonia.

OOC: I won't be able to post until saturday. Until then, I hope lots of you post. Also, if you want to, everyone PM Bullet Theory and tell him to get his ass posting in this RP!

[I]OOC: Just a quick clarification on whorekiller characters: Chris is a bit more humane, and gets along with normal people; he loves normal people. Ash (and this is just what i feel, since he's not my character) is more of the crazy one, i believe.[/I] [B]"Okay, I think you know what we're gonna do." [/B] Chris and Ash had just left the company of Jason, and were walking around campus. "No brainer." Ash nodded. [B]"You wanna go for his ex, yeah. Sounds like a good idea to me." [/B] Ash grinned and nashed his teeth together. [B]"The pace is picking up. We already have another victim!"[/B] Chris glanced sidelong at his friend. [B]"Yeah man, just remember that the important thing is not that we're killing, it's that we're killing bad people."[/B] Ash raised an eyebrow at Chris. [B]"Are you saying we aren't gonna kill Jason?" [/B] [B]"Why would we? What has he done wrong?"[/B] Ash's eyes opened wide.[B] "He suspects us! He'd stop us if he could!"[/B] [B]"Right,"[/B] answered Chris with a nod. [B]"Because he is a good person. The world benefits by people like his ex being murdered, and people like him staying alive. [I]We[/I], my friend, are in the middle of good and bad, and sadly enough the good people don't appreciate what we do. So yeah, they think the right thing to do is to stop us, the killers of whores."[/B] Ash growled.[B] "And that's why we can't let them catch us! Your crusade for purity will be over if we get thrown in jail!"[/B] Chris stopped abruptly and stared Ash in the face, their noses only inches from touching. Ash lost some of his nerve and looked at his feet.[B] "You think I'm dumb enough to let people who want to stop us have free reign, free will!? Do you think I'm that stupid!?" [/B] Ash looked up and met Chris' eyes, then lowered his head and shook it to indicate "no." [B]"Ash, listen. When we kill this girl, Jason will beat the hell out of himself knowing that in the last days of Vala's life, he kept her in constant misery. She longed for him, and he cast her away. He will not rise up against the whorekillers in rage; rather, he will fall into a pit of self loathing for the way he treated his now-dead, ex-lover. [I]This-will-break him!"[/I] [/B] Chris emphasized this last bit. [B]"You're right."[/B] Said Ash with a nod, regaining his boldness. [B]"If we're doing this tonight, we better have a plan."[/B] [B]"We damn right better."[/B] agreed Chris. [B]"We need to find out what we can about this girl of Jason's. Let's both do a little recon, and compare notes after school."[/B]