Dragon Warrior

[size=1]Thank you :] The Feelings part was a good idea in our head, I thought, but it didn't come out too well. Due to being rushed so much to finish the project, we had to film and get out, so sadly we could not go back and film it again if need be. And turns out some of the clips were poorly done, and I edited them the best I could. Josh Stoddard and I have been talking about going back and refilming [b]At Every Turn[/b], perhaps editing out the lacking scenes and extending the better ones, but time just hasn't been on our side yet. We shall see.[/size]

[quote name='SaiyanPrincessX'][SIZE="1"]Here are a few pictures from the Halloween party I went to on friday evening, as a pirate. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/SaiyanPrincessX/Halloween_pirate_Bec.jpg[/IMG][/SIZE][/QUOTE] [size=1]Naturally being the resident pirate of OtakuBoards, we'll have to be married. Forget anyone else. :P[/size]

[size=1]Thank you, thank you. We're certainly a silly bunch :] And more is here. [indent][b]At Every Turn[/b] [i]Starring:[/i] Gavin Brown, Josh Stoddard, Tony Howe, Tara Babbit, and Scott Griner One of our earlier films, we made it within one day and edited it within a few hours in time to turn it into the film festival it was created for. The film festival worked by giving us a random title (in which case we got "At Every Turn") and we had to make a ten minite or less film revolving around that name. Our result? A movie filmed with random television shows revealing how TV really is. Awkward...[/indent][/size] [center][YOUTUBE="At Every Turn"]0KDFbqldExo[/YOUTUBE][/center]

[CENTER][SIZE="4"]Shibby McShib[/SIZE] [SIZE="3"]Productions[/SIZE][/CENTER] [size=1]I've decided since this is the art studio and my main art passion is making movies, I should at least put them on here to see what you guys think. I've gotten better over the years, but we still mainly make crappy films for fun. With our limited amount of actors and resources (not to mention cheap equipment), we can only do so much. But it's all for the sake of improving. [b]Shibby McShib Productions[/b] was founded by my friends Joel Rockey, Josh Stoddard, and myself (Gavin Brown), and it's been going strong since around my junior year of high school back in '04-'05. So to start us off, here's our first "Shibby McShort," which is one of many small two-minute films about something random. [indent][b]Shibby McShorts 1: Slapstick[/b] [i]Starring:[/i] Gavin Brown, Josh Stoddard, and Josh Loenshal Gavin (being me, yet a completely different character all together) learns a hard lesson about not listening to the Joshes.[/indent] [center][YOUTUBE="Shibby McShorts 1: Slapstick"]Tii0zLw4YJg[/YOUTUBE][/center] Comments, puhlease :] I'll put up more as we go.[/size]

[size=1]I am with James on this, Mr. Stephen, sir :] I haven't paid attention to Pokemon really since the first 151, but this is pretty good. What I particuarly like about it is you stay true to the old Pokemon stories. You have Oak, you have Pallet Town, you have Mewtwo and Giovanni... you use the old stories rather than a lot of the new stuff. This will keep the attention of the new Pokemon fans, yes, but it will also draw in oldies such as myself. Now I know you well, and you and I share a lot of the same brand of humor, so we're all well aware of your comedic stylings. I'd like to see you incorporate some more humor. A lot of my interest in the old TV series was because they had a lot of comedy potential. Team Rocket, for example, often were the comic relief. The part where Phanphy carried him was basically what I'm talking about. I could see that in the actual series, so props there. Let's see some more. Dialogue can be a great place to incorporate humor. Which leads to my next point. I know we're still early in the story, but I still don't see too much character development going on. You progress the story very well, but don't be afraid to take some time on the side to show us what Jonas is like. So far we can tell he's a curious, excitable type. Good. Let's elaborate on that. This is where humor and dialogue play in well. If you think Jonas' personality can be humorous, use it. And display it with dialogue. As a fellow writer (and by all means, this is just my opinion), I believe personality is displayed a lot through dialogue. The way someone speaks can show upbringing, intelligence, accent/dialect, attitude, emotion, serious/humor, style, etc. Give Jonas more background. You don't necessarily have to right now in the story, but I hope you have some good ideas built up in your head or on the ol' drawin' board. Kind of a side note here: Jonas has friggin' bad luck. In only the first four chapters, [i]how[/i] many times has he passed out/been knocked out? Haha. Chapter four is definitely the best so far, not just because it's where we finally know what the hell is going on, but because it has interesting aspects to it. I particularly like how Jonas must go incognito as a Rocket grunt. This should make for some intriguing adventures. What I'm mainly curious about is what makes Jonas so special that only he can save the world. Be careful with those plots... they tend to be cliche and fall apart, the ones with "chosen ones to save the world." But I've known you for quite a while. I trust you can pull it off ;] You keep this going, and I'll keep reading ;] You've got a great plot, great idea and concept, and plenty of options and opportunities![/size]

[size=1]I like how quickly this thread went from [b]Who would you do?[/b] to [b]Who would you kill?[/b] :P[/size]

[size=1]I'm not going to lie; I saw this thread's title and did a double take, then happily trotted in after seeing my name in the hover preview. [b]At least I know I'm sexible![/b] :^D My favorite people to [i]do[/i] have left the forum, however :[[ Damn you, Pumpkin and Anomaly! Either way, everyone knows White and I go gay for each other all the time, in a completely heterosexual way. It's the good life. But I'm such an OBslut, I'd do you all, I'm sure. Either way, I will not only [i]do[/i] Hayley Williams of Paramore, I plan to MARRY that woman. She is my life love :[[ Soon, my lovely...\ And James: don't tell everyone of our secret :[[/size]

[quote name='darkangelxX447'] scary! im ugly. :animecry:[/QUOTE] [size=1]If you go to your myspace to actually see pictures your face isn't covered, you can see you. Haha. You're not ugly, so don't cut yourself short. Calm yourself, Lunox, you saucy character you ;D[/size]

[quote name='Gavin'][CENTER][SIZE="1"][B]Dragon Warrior[/B] :animesmil [IMG]http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/funny-pictures-kitten-tries-a-pick-up-line-on-you.jpg[/IMG][/SIZE][/CENTER][/QUOTE] [size=1]Haha. I honestly do say that a lot. It's sad how often it works :][/size]

[quote name='Mr. Maul'][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=1][COLOR=DimGray]My style of clothing is Awesome. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/QUOTE] [size=1]Yours too?! Wow... small world.[/size]

[quote name='Sabrina'][FONT="Tahoma"]This one reminds me of a Dr. Who episode I saw a while back. o_O [CENTER][IMG]http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/10/6/128678185676351782.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER][/FONT][/QUOTE] [size=1]I'm guessing the episode where all those children in the hospital or whatever have gas masks for faces? That was the only episode I've ever seen of that show, I think, and it was messed up. Haha. [center]My favorite cat picture of all time still to this day: [img]http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/884/isawky4.jpg[/img][/center][/size]

[center][b]CHAPTER FOUR: Holy Smokes & Holy Plans![/b][/center] [indent][size=1]“You called, Commander Shy?” “Retribution,” Shy said, patting a chair in front of his desk. “Just the soldier I wanted to see.” “Who do I have to kill this time?” Retribution replied, stepping into the office and seating himself in the chair. Stephanie, one of the few nurses at the base, walked in holding two glasses of water. “Why do you assume you have to kill someone?” He happily accepted the water from Stephanie. “Because I’m good at it,” Retribution said before breaking Stephanie’s neck for no reason. Shy peered at the corpse on the floor. “Um… yeah… I know.” He turned his attention back to Retribution, who was so manly, he had already grown a full beard within the seconds he had been sitting down. “Retribution, you’re the manliest man we know.” “I know.” “And we all know we enjoy using you for jobs because you cut right to the chase and get the dirty jobs done fast.” “Your point?” Retribution asked before going back to making out with the attractive hooker on his lap. “Wait, where’d she come from?” “Continue,” Retribution ordered. “Oh, right,” the commander stumbled. “I feel bad for calling on you for all the important missions, so I’m not about to tell you to-” “Who do I have to kill?” “Stop asking that!” Shy yelled. “I’m not asking you to kill anyone.” “But I’m manly.” “I know!” Shy took a moment to admire this fact. “I know…” It was awkward. “But nevertheless, this mission may even be too dangerous for someone like you, Retri.” “Nothing’s too dangerous for Retribution,” said the soldier, standing up and in doing so, tossing the hooker into the wall, killing her. “I will do whatever my army wants me to do.” “Good to hear,” Shy said. “You didn’t have to, though.” “I’m not doing it for you. I only accept missions under one condition.” “What?” “If the job is dangerous enough to give me a manly erection.” “What?” Shy then looked down at Retribution’s package, which was, in fact, pitched like a circus tent. “WTF?” “I get turned on by dangerous missions.” “Put that away!” “Commander Shy!” shouted a private running into the office. “What is it, Korey?” “The enemies are on the move!” “Fuckbeans,” Shy said. “You think you’re ready, Retribution?” “What do you think?” Retribution said sternly. Shy stared down at Retri’s package again and grimaced. “I guess you are.” “Where are they?” Retribution asked before turning around and slicing Korey in half with his erection. “OMG!” Korey screamed as the two perfectly proportioned halves of his body lay bleeding over the floor. “What an awkward way to go!” “Maybe you should get going,” Shy said. Retribution was about to turn around when Shy waved his arms and screamed. “NO! No, please, don’t turn!” “Tell me where these villains are, Commander,” Retribution said, smoking forty-six cigarettes at once. “According to the reports, they hold a base in Evil Land, however, one of their troops recently went to the Land of the Dead.” Retribution slowly removed the forty-six cigs from his mouth and blew out a cloud of smoke that set off several smoke detectors in the building next door. “Oh, after I’m done with ‘em, they’ll all be making their way there.” With that, Retribution walked through the wall—yes, you read right. He walked through the wall. Shy took off his hat and rubbed his brow. “That guy scares the shit out of me.” Far off in the Land of the Dead, chibi-master led Darren, Jeremy, and Lrb down the long hallway of Purtakugory to her office. They passed many people, including a man sliced in two being wheeled towards a bizarre looking room with rainbows. “The phallicness… the phallicness…” That’s all the man said as the door slowly closed shut. The door to chibi-master’s office swung open and they all stepped in. It was surprisingly clean and pleasant compared to the rest of Purtakugory. They got right down to business once they were all seated. “How are you getting us out of here?” Darren asked. “Yeah,” Lrb said. “We already had to wait a whole chapter to know.” Chibi-master rocked back and forth in her comfy desk chair and occasionally glanced at an episode of Inuyasha on the TV screen. “Well, there is someone that lives deep in the Land of the Dead just outside Purtakugory that you could see. I can lead you there, and they can send you back.” “What’s the catch?” Jeremy asked suspiciously. “I see you have a ring there,” chibi-master said, her eyes brightly flashing at the sight of Lrb’s gift to Anomaly. “WTF’s wrong with your eyes?” Darren asked squeamishly. “Give that ring to them, and they will send you back.” “But it’s for my love,” Lrb frowned. “Without her, it’s not worth living.” “Um…” chibi-master began, switching off the television. “Buy her a new ring.” “Oh,” Lrb said flatly. “I guess I could.” “Then it’s settled,” Darren said, jumping out of his seat. He extended his arm and pointed at nothing in particular. “Let’s GO!” There was a long silence as Darren remained in the same position, frozen as a statue. “Is he okay?” chibi-master asked. Jeremy looked to her and shrugged. “You know, I really have no idea.” “Right,” chibi-master said. “Now we’ll go to my wife to get you a guide.” “I thought you said you were taking us,” Lrb whined. “Did I?” “Yes,” the three heroes said. “LOL, silly me,” she giggled. “I have a tendency to lie. I’m also Satan.” “What?” Jeremy squeeled. “How can we trust you then?” “You can’t. LOL.” “Then doing this could be our demise?” “Right this way please.” She began leading them to the door. Just outside the office, a pantsless corpse listened closely. When the door swung open, he freaked, tripped over his pants, and fell. The strange thing is, he was pantsless, so what the hell did he actually trip on? “Who are you?” chibi-master asked. “DeLarge?” Jeremy said as he pushed past. “What are you doing here?” “I’m your guide,” DeLarge replied, thinking fast. “To… the… person.” “Normally I’d think that was strange,” chibi-master said, “but considering I don’t care because I’m Satan, I’ll just… yeeeeaahhh… LOL.” With that, she zapped the four out into the wilderness in the middle of the Land of the Dead. They all looked at each and shrugged. Lrb spoke. “FUK, LOL.” “Charles, I’m back,” Raiha said, pushing the door closed with her back. She held a bag of greasy fast food and a smaller box containing a kids meal. Charles came rushing into the kitchen with a childish grin on his face. “I hope you got me apple slices and caramel!” He began tearing into his box. “Did you wash your hands?” Raiha asked. Charles stopped what he was doing, frowned innocently, and walked over to the kitchen sink. “In the bathroom sink!” He shot Raiha a glare, then proceeded to wash his hands in the bathroom. When he returned, his kids meal was already set out on a plate for him. “What? Where’s my toy?” “You’ll get it when you’re done eating.” “That’s no fun.” “I don’t want you playing while you eat.” “You suck.” “You watch your mouth or you can’t stay up for Adult Swim tonight.” “Awww…” Charles grumpily nibbled his fries. Raiha delicately snacked on her food and the room was quiet. A few minutes passed and Raiha lightly dabbed his face with a napkin. “So the heroes are pretty much doomed.” “Wait, wait, wait,” Charles said between bites, putting a hand up in order to emphasize the ceasing of talk. “Who gave them the name ‘heroes’? Why are they the heroes? What makes them so heroic?” “Well… we are the antagonists.” “Says who?” “You did. A few chapters ago.” “Oh.” Charles nibbled an apple slice. “Well, still. What are they doing that’s so heroic? They’re coming to seek revenge. Big whoop.” “We do live in Evil Land in an evil castle. I am an evil sorceress.” “So? That’s you. What about me?” “You’re wearing a shirt that says ‘I Love Evil.’” Charles glanced down at his shirt. “So? I got it for free by buying another shirt during JCPennies’ Super Saving Saturday.” “Nevermind that,” Raiha said, slamming down her sandwich. “I have killed DeLarge and sent him after them in the Land of the Dead.” “You killed DeLarge?” Charles said surprised. “Yes.” “Wow. I thought you said at the end of the last chapter that we’d ‘just have to mourn them.’” “No, I said, ‘we’ll just have to join them.’ As in, kill one of us and send him to fight them in the Land of the Dead so they can never come back.” “Oh.” “How’d you confuse that? It doesn’t even rhyme.” “It does too.” “Not really.” “Either way, the fact of the matter is, you killed DeLarge. Did he even put up a fight?” “He tried, but I was too convincing.” Earlier… “Hey, DeLarge, I’m going to kill you.” “Okay.” “Kill the heroes when you’re dead, ‘kay?” “Whatever you say.” “Kthx.” “Luv you.” “That was a weird flashback,” Charles said. “Fuck, you could see that?” Raiha then contemplated killing Charles, but realized a hole in her plan. “Crap, I just realized a hole in my plan.” “What?” “DW has resurrection powers and could revive them before DeLarge has a time to kill them pantsless.” “So?” Charles said flatly, cramming the rest of his hamburger into his mouth. “So? SO? You have to go kill him too!” “Oh, no. Not me. I won’t do it.” Charles stood up and started towards the door. “Get someone else to do it. You suck.” “I’ll give you your toy.” “So, where does DW live anyway?”[/size][/indent]

[size=1]That's a shame. But it was worth a shot :] Oh well. Thanks anyway, guys.[/size]

[size=1]Now I'm just throwing this out as both a suggestion and a subject for discussion, but in the past I've had the urge to change my thread titles for certain reasons. For example, during a story perhaps, maybe it'd be a nifty idea to put updates in the title, like so: [indent][b]The Otaku Story [Ch. 3 Up!][/b][/indent] This can also be done for certain RPGs, events on OB (particularly user-created in the Lounge or Convention Center), and other threads that find it necessary. I can see how that could possibly be abused, but like any other mod job, it can be watched and I'm sure it'd be tamed. I'm assuming there's good reason it hasn't been done before, and I realize that people could possibly do it in other parts of the forums, changing their thread titles completely all the time making keeping track of a thread a bit of a task. In that case, would there be a way to keep this feature special to particular forums such as the Anthology? On another note--and mind you, I'm not sure how customizable you guys can get, and what exactly you're willing to do--but another option is maybe some kind of feature so you can add updates below thread titles, but not actually change the thread title itself. I uploaded an example of this idea here: [center][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=26719&stc=1&d=1223298107[/img][/center] As you can see, it could show up right below the thread title and the author of the thread would have complete access to changing the update any time, with a certain amount of characters, keeping the viewing public informed without actually having to dig through the thread to know what the latest 411 is. Like I said, I don't know what you're capable of or what you want to do, but I think it'd be handy. I'll leave it open to discussion and such now :] Thanks.[/size]

[size=1]It's been a while, I know, but I'm here to finish this story up as promised. Here's the next chapter as we near the end of the story.[/size] [center][b]CHAPTER THREE: Death's A Bitch[/b][/center] [indent][size=1]Out of nowhere CrimsonKnight unleashed a volley of flaming hot fire, but Lrb nimbly dodged. Lunox was next, tossing Darren through the air with a wind technique. Neptune shot lightning from his armpit. “Okay, wait, what?” Jeremy stopped. “From his armpit? Really, guys?” “What?” DW asked. “C’mon… does it have to be the armpit?” “What? You not like deh armpit lightning?” Neptune inquired in a thick Israeli accent (for reasons unknown… he has American background). “I’m just saying, that’s disgusting. Can’t you shoot it from somewhere else?” “Armpit is where lightning booms from!” “Guys, guys,” Darren interrupted. “It’s not important. They’ll die in seconds anyway, Jeremy. We’re the heroes. We can’t die.” CrimsonKnight then proceeded to kill Darren with a large axe. “HOLY FUK!” Lrb screamed before being burnt to death by CrimsonKnight’s flames. “Why do you do this?” Neptune asked CrimsonKnight. “What?” CrimsonKnight said innocently in return. “Why must you always make with zee killing fast, eh? Dat leaves no fun for others.” “They were cocky.” “Cocky? No. You, sir, are cocky. Now what will Lunox and I do?” Lunox then killed Jeremy with an assault rifle. “Okay, wtf?” Neptune shouted. “Those don’t even exist. What going on in minds of yours? C’mon! I have no fun now. I no make the killings.” “Your accent is fairly offense and stereotypically incorrect,” Lunox stated. “I hate your face,” Neptune pouted. DW stared at the dead heroes. “Guess this story is no longer about them. C’mon, guys, it’s just you and…” Turning towards Lunox, CrimsonKnight, and Neptune, he realized all of them were dead as well. “Idiots. You’re lucky I’m drunk or I’d resurrect you and kill you all again.” Cracking open another OBeer, DW pondered. “Now who will co-star in my show?”[/indent] [b][center]IT’S THE DW AND ACEBURNER SHOW![/center][/b] [indent]“DW, I’m home!” Aceburner shouted cheerfully as he glided through the door to his lovely suburban home. “Aceburner, where have you been?” DW said grumpily, shaking a spatula at his spouse before wiping it on his apron. “I’ve been worried sick.” “Sorry, dear,” Ace said, “but the boss had me working late.” “That James is a nogoodnik. I don’t like him.” “Oh, c’mon, honey, it’s good money.” Aceburner placed his suit jacket on the back of a chair and sat down at the dinner table. “Besides, I feel a promotion coming on.” “You always say that, but last time right before you got a promotion, the Black Plague struck your whole office and everyone died from disease.” Aceburner let out a small chuckle. “Haha, ooohhh, yes. I almost forgot. That Frank… he always comes into work, sick or not. So, what are we having?” “Spam and internet cookies,” DW said brightly as he dished them onto Aceburner’s plate. “Mmm… why, that sounds just swell. Say, I invited cheese master over for dinner tonight too.” DW dropped a pot of spam and half the kitchen exploded through black magic. “What?! Aceburner, I didn’t make enough for three.” “He can have mine, dear. It’s no problem. No need to summon the powers of evil.” Aceburner let out another small chuckle. “It’s not even that. You don’t tell me anything.” “Oh, come now,” Ace said with a smile. “It’s all good.” “Ace… I--” DW began when suddenly a head popped around the corner. “Say, who cut the cheese?” Aceburner laughed and greeted his friend. “Cheese master! How are you?” Cheese master’s smile quickly became serious. “Lactose intolerant… oddly enough.” Her smirk returned as they both seated themselves at the dinner table. “So, what are we having?” “I made spam and cookies,” DW replied, fairly annoyed and making it apparent “Sounds great, Mrs. Ace,” cheese master said, flashing DW that famous cheese master smile. “And might I add how lovely you look in that large yellow hat. Haha.” The other half of the kitchen was suddenly obliterated and cheese master was no more. “Honey,” Aceburner said calmly through bites of his spam, “I have a feeling something’s bothering you.” “What makes you say that?” DW said, smiling. “Well, for one, you just zapped my co-worker and friend into vapor dust.” The two peered momentarily at the sizzling ash that was once cheese master. “Oh, Ace,” DW began, “I’ve been meaning to tell you.” “What is it?” “I…” DW stopped, sighed, and looked at his husband. “I’m pregnant.” “WTF?” Aceburner shouted, standing up. “WTF is wrong with you? We’re two guys!” “Yeah, but… we’re married.” “Yeah, but that was a joke. You know? Two guys doing an OB signature marriage. Ha ha, right? Get it? It’s a joke!” “I’m sorry, Ace, but…” “We’ve never even cybered. This is too weird for me.” With that, Aceburner banned himself. “Awkward,” DW said. He then looked around the room at the smoking, charred remains of their house. “Now who will clean all this up?” The audience burst into laughter, applauded, and the show went to commercial break. Meanwhile, far away in Purtakugory, our three heroes find themselves waiting in… well… a waiting room. Ergo the name, waiting room. “Where are we?” Darren asked. “I’m not sure,” Lrb replied. “But I feel… dead.” “That’s because we are dead,” Jeremy said flatly. “I mean, look. We’re in Purtakugory, the obvious play on words cleverly putting ‘otaku’ into the name purgatory, where we sit and await our fate to see if we go to Heaven or Hell.” Darren and Lrb stared at Jeremy. “I watch a lot of HBO.” “I can’t be dead!” Darren shouted. “I’m supposed to kill Charles for calling me mean things!” “It’ll have to wait,” Lrb said, calming his friend. “Now hand me that copy of Maxim. Megan Fox is on the cover.” A woman who was both very chibi and very horse looked up from her window and spoke. “Next up are Jeremy, Darren, and Lrb.” She then coughed and wheezed. Sorry. She must’ve been hoarse, not horse. Honest mistake. The three protagonists approached the window. “Hello. I’m Chibihorsewoman. It’s not nice to meet you.” She lit a cigarette. “Now look, I want you out of here just as much as you do, so shuddup and listen. It’s an easy procedure, so if you follow it right, nothin’ will go wrong, got it?” “Yes, ma’am,” Jeremy answered for the three. “Good. I like you.” “Really?” “No. Now fill out this paperwork.” She then proceeded to hand them stacks and stacks of hundreds of papers. “This will take forever,” Darren whined. “Where you’re going, it don’t matter,” Chibihorsewoman grumbled. “I hate this place,” Lrb cried. “You have no idea,” replied the woman, who then closed her window and went on break. The three sat down in the waiting room and began to fill out the papers. Thumbing through the pages, Lrb realized that it was a lot of the same garbage he’d have to fill out in a doctor’s office back in the living world. “I never imagined the Land of the Dead to be like this,” Lrb said. “Oh, dis ain’t the land of the dead,” said a rather old man. He turned his head and smiled a toothless mouth at the three. “Name’s 2008DigitalBoy.” “Digital[i]boy[/i]?” Jeremy smirked. “You don’t look like a boy.” “I was a boy when I got here,” said the old man. “They’re pretty serious about the paperwork.” The three heroes moaned. “Don’t worry, boys. I’ve been figuring out a plan on how to get out of here for years. I’ll let you in on it.” “Really?” Darren smiled. “You’d do that?” “Fuck no,” the old man laughed. “You dumbasses are stuck here. Later, bitches.” And with that, 2008Digitalboy turned in his paperwork and was sent to Heaven. Go figure. “We’ll never get out of here,” Darren whined. “I beg to differ,” said a woman dressed in a large white suit. She glowed with a bright and beautiful illumination. “God?” the three said in unison. “Umm… not quite. But close. I am chibi-master.” “Are you going to get us out of here?” Jeremy asked. “I have a way to help you, yes,” chibi-master replied. “Yay!” Lrb squealed. “No more waiting room, no more nasty paperwork, no more ugly horse women!” “That’s my wife,” chibi-master said disdainfully. Everyone stared at Lrb. It was awkward. “I don’t know how you did it,” Raiha said, bursting through the bathroom door of Charles’ castle, “but you somehow managed to kill them.” “What?” Charles shouted, squeaking his rubber ducky as he sat up in the tub. “What do you mean?” “Jeremy, Darren, and Lrb. They’re dead.” “How could this be? I have done nothing but shave my legs since our last meeting.” “You mean…” Raiha thought for a moment. “Could it be they’re more moronic than you and they killed themselves?” “Oh, joyous day!” Charles shouted, standing up in the tub. “Hug me!” “Not until you put on some pants,” Raiha said, disgusted at the nude sight. “Hey, guys, you should see this,” DeLarge said, walking into the bathroom. His gaze drifted from Raiha to the nude Charles. “Oh, are we doing that?” He then proceeded to drop his pants. “You see,” DeLarge explained as they walked into the large room of evil, “I was watching porn in the crystal ball when I spotted this.” Raiha and Charles peered into the ball. “We’ll always be friends… forever…” said a small fox. “I love this movie!” Charles shouted. “Fox and the Hound is so sweet.” “Sorry,” DeLarge said, shaking his head. “I was watching that earlier. Here it is.” The crystal ball commenced with the imagery and Darren, Jeremy, and Lrb materialized. Then chibi-master stepped into view. “Chibi-master!” Raiha screamed. “How do these three have all the right connections?” Charles nodded. “Yeah, for being a couple of average joes, they sure get things right.” “Chibi-master is helping them come back to the world of the living,” Raiha grumbled, gripping Charles by the collar. “But not if we can help it.” “How can we stop them if they’re dead and we’re alive?” DeLarge asked, pantsless as usual. Raiha smirked at him and suddenly, for once in his life, he felt a draft on his manhood. “We’ll just have to join them.”[/size][/indent]

[size=1]The atmosphere of the room took an abrupt shift and tension rose. Zev and DeMeeko realized the situation, however were unable to unleash their weapons. "We do not need weapons to fight," Zev warned. "Nor do we," Olwe smirked. "This is your final warning. Join us or perish." Zev looked to DeMeeko, who shifted in place once or twice before quivering his lip and returning a glance. "Can we think about that?" DeMeeko inquired. "It'd be wise to accept Olwe's offer," Gillenbo suggested. "Join us and we can bring this world back to the Age of the Swan." "Yes," Olwe agreed. He stepped toward the scripture and looked it over with great admiration, as if it was the first time he'd ever laid eyes on it. "We can bring back Lord Devon's vision of a better world. But we need you to do it." "I'm sorry," Zev shook his head. "We cannot." Olwe closed his eyes and placed a frail hand on the wall beside him. A light sigh escaped his humbled frame and he gradually drifted towards another torch. "I am sorry you feel this way. May Anora have mercy on your souls." With a flick of his wrist, Olwe turned the torch, much like the one before, and suddenly sand began moving below Zev and DeMeeko's unsuspecting feet. The floor opened up below then and down they fell, unable to avoid the fall; the gap was far too large. The fall had to have been nearly thirty feet before they finally landed painfully on a hard stone floor. The floor above them--which was now a ceiling in their perspective--closed just as quickly as it had opened and the two supersoldiers were left in the dark. Moans and cries could be heard in the darkness. Zev stood up. "Where are we, Zev?" DeMeeko asked. Zev ignored the question, finding it meaningless to ask considering neither of them knew the answer. "Zev?" DeMeeko stood up as well and reluctantly turned on a flashlight of sorts. The room lit up to reveal a murky, damp dungeon, crawling with small underground animals. "It's some kind of prison," Zev said. "Great," DeMeeko said sarcastically. "We just escaped jail." The moans echoed around the cave corridors once again causing DeMeeko to almost trip over himself. "Let's move out," Zev commanded. "It's very possible this place could get a lot worse." The two made their way through the cave dungeon, dimly lighting their way with small devices. Figuring they were alone, Zev took the time to check one of his gadgets. "According to this, we're somewhere below those woods still, but not far off that town." DeMeeko wiped away a glop of slime that oozed from the ceiling onto his cheek and wrinkled his nose. "Yeah? Does it say anything about a crazy cult in the forest worshipping some dead dude and a bird?" "What's that?" Zev said, placing a hand on DeMeeko's chest to halt him. DeMeeko perked his sensitive ears to hear the moans. "Those? We've been hearing those since they got here. What about them?" Zev paced a few steps toward and listened again. Then he turned back to DeMeeko with a fairly stern expression. "They're growing louder." DeMeeko made a face and turned towards where they came from. "Whatever it is, if it comes closer, it's getting its ass blown to pieces." Suddenly, DeMeeko was tossed into the wall by a large extended arm. Getting up, he joined Zev to see a creature of some sort materialize from the darkness. It was at least three men taller than both of them and its long arms were longer than the creature itself. Not to mention its ugly face accompanied by several rows of sharp jagged teeth didn't exactly suggest it'd win any beauty pagaent. Zev and DeMeeko stared for a moment before tossing off the robes and gearing up their weapons. "I think we found our moaner." DeMeeko smirked before strapping on goggles and readying a weapon. "And it ain't over 'til the fat monster sings."[/size]

[size=1]I'm just saying not everyone has someone to tell them firsthand. Some people, particularly older generations, want to get with the "in crowd" so they go get a PC or Mac. But no one is around to warn them of certain dangers, so they find spam and are like, "I won one hundred dollars! Oh boy!" I know when my mom got her computer, she still clicked those ads on wesbites, even with my dad and myself being in the house. Sorry if that paragraph sounded primitive. I just went for a run and pretty much all oxygen has left my brain for the time being :P Haha.[/size]

[size=1]It's not so much the people were foolish when they believed it. I remember when I first got into e-mail and stuff, I trusted ads and spam because I didn't know better. Almost everyone when they first start off on computers are ignorant of the dangers of spam, viruses, and etc. So until someone is computer savvy, they're simply vulnerable to their own ignorance. It's not their fault, it just can't be avoided.[/size]

[quote name='Gavin'][SIZE="1"][CENTER] [B]Any old member who came back.[/B] [IMG]http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/funny-pictures-addled-kitteh-quits-tomorrow.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER][/SIZE][/QUOTE] [size=1]Dude, I try and try. Haha. How do I keep winding up back here?! And thanks, Rach, for posting one of me :] I'm glad I wasn't forgotten along the way. [center][b]I made this to dedicate to my constant love affairs with so many of you OB members ;D Meee-ow[/b] [img]http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/4028/thinkingzh2.jpg[/img][/center][/size]

[size=1]You know, you cannot blame the guy. That sounds like easy money, haha. I mean, if you check it out, he was making over twenty thousand a day, and for that much money, that's a pretty simple job. It's no wonder most criminals resort to crime. Either way, yeah, I get spam, but it's not so bad for me. Yahoo Mail does a pretty good job of sending the unwanted stuff to my Spam folder, and I only have to occassionally delete a few unwanted e-mails along with some MySpace and Facebook notifications. No big deal. It's probably best they are cracking down on these spammers. At least the guy was honest about everything and fessed up right away. He was even willing to speak freely about how it was all greed. It makes him a little better than your average criminal. A little. Not much.[/size]

[size=1]How sad it is, though, that isn't really major news. Chances are he'll be back out on the streets in no time ready to commit some other murder or wild crime. It's as if he's got diplomatic immunity like in Lethal Weapon :P O.J. is a hero to all crazy villains.[/size]

[size=1]My fashion varies big time. Although I'm stereotyped as emo or scene, I'm not actually too sure what I may be. Perhaps at times I am some form of punk, especially since the majority of my shopping occurs at such stores as "Hot Topic," but I have a tendency to just love the most unusual fashion. During the Fall and Winter, I tend to stray away from my punk roots and take on what many call a more "European" fashion, consisting of scarves and long jackets and etc. I go very retro, if you will, and therefore kind of lean towards what's called the Indie Scene. I am also a huge fan of hats and love all varities of them. I tend to have a certain hat I favor each year, so people will say, "This year's model is..." and it's very true. This year's model is my black and white striped beanie. It's guaranteed to change when I come across another hat that I fancy more and I think I look better in. That's how it always goes. Either way, I am a major fan of fashion and could discuss it for hours. I am one of the biggest fashion buffs you'll meet for being a straight guy, haha. However, I am not vain. I care about how I look, but I'm still approachable. [img]http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/7754/seriousgavinsd1.jpg[/img] My Regular Fashion [img]http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/3681/shmexygavingl1.jpg[/img] Fall Fashion, although not the best picture to show it. There's a scarf! I'll find better ones =/[/size]

[center][img]http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/8569/thestoryofwhoec8.jpg[/img] [size=2]Once long ago, But not far, mind you, There was a small place, Full of what we call Whos. These Whos were small people, But all are the same, With quite the same traits, And quite the same names. But trouble's afoot, In a small town at night, Where the citizens of Whoston, Had quite a fright. Their most precious possession, The Great Who Clock, Was stolen from them, Despite their Who locks. Now without time, They can't do anything right, They can't tell between day, They can't tell between night. It's up to brave souls, Of the Who kind now, To get back the clock, And they will somehow. The best Whos for the job, That's what they'll say, As they send them off, On that glorious Who day! Now here is the question, The question for you. Can you find the clock? Are you that kind of Who? ------------[/size] [size=6][b]Welcome, Whos![/b][/size] [left][size=2]As you may have guessed, this is a roleplay based off Dr. Seuss' world and his ambitious characters, the Whos. Although these were children stories, do not be put off by that fact. The fun of this RPG is that we have such an imaginative and unlimited world to frolic in, as you'll soon find out. Read on and see what's in store for you as a Who![/size] [b][size=4]The Story Of Who:::[/size][/b] [size=2]The basic story starts off in the town of Whoston, where the citizens run their daily lives by the time of the Great Who Clock in the center of the town. This particular clocks initiates everything and without, the Whos would not know what to do. So when a mysterious Who Caper steals the giant clock one night in the dark, mayhem ensues. Whos sleep in and miss work and Who School! How will they know when to start the Who Races? Who Tea Time is four o'clock sharp, but when is that?! You can see their dilemma. The Mayor calls a town meeting at noon to discuss the problem, but much to his dismay, no one shows up. After realizing this is the Clock's fault again, he just calls a meeting. There, a number of Whos are selected for the job of leaving Whoston to find the Who Caper and The Great Who Clock. Barely any Who has left Whoston into the outside world, so it'd be dangerous and wonderful all at once. You shall be one of the selected Whos. Or won't you? There are other Whos in the world, scattered about from the Murky Who Bogs to the great Who capital of Whoville! Choose to be a Whoston citizen or a Who from Mt. Whoji. But to get that Clock back is your main priority. Whoston depends on you.[/size] [size=4][b]Game Features:::[/b][/size] [size=2]While playing in [i]The Story of Who[/i], you'll see you are rarely limited to your creativity. From your character's design to their capabilities, you will be able to weave an elaborate and fun tale around your customized Who. [LIST][*]Customize a Who to look exactly as you want it to. Even upload a picture of yourself and have the Who customized to look like you! [*]Use an endless assortment of gadgets, items, and weapons on your journey. Your imagination is your limit. It wouldn't be too farfetched for your Who to unleash a Hemper-ma-bobber or use a yoddler-toddler as a shower cap. It's time to talk jibberish! [*]Have fun occassionally breaking into unusual rhyme schemes. We're all poets, and you know it! [*]Whos aren't the only inhabitants. Meet other strange and exotic creatures from the Dr. Seuss 'verse, whether they really exist or not! [*]The search for the Great Who Clock is merely a subplot. Your character's life is the real story! Feel free to stray away from the journey and tell your own tale.[/LIST][/size] [size=4][b]What Kind Of Who Are [i]You?[/i]:::[/b][/size] [size=2]Customizing your Who is half the fun. The lifestyle, the appearance, the occupation--all of these things can be as normal as you like, or as outrageously unusual. In our world, maybe there wouldn't be a job for someone to clean the neighborhood doorbells... but in the world of Whos, doorbells could be real bells and that'd make you a handsome wage. Look below for your sign up sheet and get to work making your Who who you want to be![/size] [size=1][b]Name:[/b] Who names can tend to come in many different ways, but they're often just plain goofy and fun. Anything from "Randal the Vandal" (a rhyming name) to "Icabod Who" (as Who is often incorporated into their names). Feel free to get creative. [b]Gender:[/b] Whos are like me and you. There's a boy or girl. [b]Age:[/b] Years and age are hard to determine with Whos, but we can assume they are much like us in that sense. So try to keep it teenager years and up. Unless you have a very good idea (such as a Cindy Lou Who). [b]Appearance:[/b] This is a fairly important part of the sign up and will have most of your detail here. I will need you to describe your Who fully from their facial features to their apparel, because your Who will be drawn as how you described it for later use in the game. Remember, you can upload a picture of yourself to have a Who made after you, but more details will be needed if necessary. [b]Job:[/b] Most Whos at a certain age aspire to something. What does your Who do? Remember, if you're a Who who plans to go and search for the clock, your occupation most likely will be the reason why the Mayor chose you to go. [b]Personality:[/b] What's your Who like? Easy. [b]Location:[/b] Are you from Whoston or somewhere else in the Who world? This will highly affect how your character is played, considering you may not show up in the actual plotline 'til later if you aren't from Whoston or somewhere close. This, however, does not mean you cannot play immediately when the RPG starts. [b]Reason:[/b] The Mayor selects a few Whos to go on the journey to find the clock, so why did he choose you? What's his good reason? What makes you so special and qualified for the job? If you're not from Whoston and plan to join the journey eventually, what will be your character's reason for joining the group?[/size][/left] ----------- [size=2]That's about it! You're set to go on your great Who journey. This isn't a make-the-cut RPG, although I cannot accept too many Whos from Whoston to go on the journey. So that means it's almost a first-come-first-serve ordeal. If your profile needs tweaking, I will tell you, but you have plenty of freedom to be creative. This is also not an adult RPG so if you try adult themes, make them slightly more PG. No sex and such. I await to see [b]who[/b] you sign up as. Oh, the puns... the puns...[/size][/center]

[size=1]Well, even so, you said you're doing it for the exercise as well, but you won't benefit much from something like Tae Kwon Do online. Either way, do what you like and good luck :][/size]

[size=1]I'm going to be beating a dead horse here by basically regurgitating pretty much what the others have said, but as far as Tae Kwon Do, Kick Boxing, and most any form of martial arts or elaborate workout system, you really won't get far doing it online. I'm not even sure why your school has that as a course. I'm assuming it's for those possibly curious about it, but not expecting to become particularly good at it. You may be doing it for exercise reasons or getting a grade, but I think you won't benefit much from simply watching some videos, even if attempting to just get some workouts in. I've done a bit of martial arts for fun myself, and we had to watch videos in the classes on the stuff, but there was no way we got anywhere just imitating what was on the screen. My suggestion is find an actual exercise program (weight workout is always number one ;]) or if you're actually passionate about martial arts (because of a video game character or whatever!), find a real teacher. Don't trust those online courses. :][/size]