Dragon Warrior

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Manic [/i] [B]I loved all of 'em. Piggy was an insane love-sick sow who kicked everybody's arse. Statler and Waldorph had a joke for everything. And Rolph had that smooth jazz image to him. He wasn't the only piano playing muppet, but he was the only one who played piano jazz. The only thing that made Fozzie funny was the fact that he tried so hard, but his jokes were just... sad. I think Fozzie was played by Frank Oz, which would explain where his name came from (F. Oz, Foz, Fozzie). I've had a grudge against Elmo for some years now. There was a time when my 2 favorite S. Street muppets (Big Bird and Grover) got all of the attention, but in walks that damn Elmo with his own tickle-me doll. Now, nobody but me even remembers Grover or his alter-ego Super Grover. btw, the vampire's name (from Sesame's Street) was Count Von Count. Or "The count" for short. --EDIT-- Adding something in... Does anybody remember Dr. T & The Electric Mayhem? It was the band Animal played the drums for. They had that stoner chick playing the guitar and the blue guy on sax. Dr. T was the pianist, with a gold tooth. [/B][/QUOTE] Yes. Fozzie was done by Frank Oz. For those of you who don't know, Frank Oz puppeteered Yoda as well and did his voice. Now because of computer graphics, he just does the voice. The Electric Hayhem roxorz! I love them! Funny as hell.

It was about late afternoon by the time Sether found it safe to approach the outside world. He slowly opened the door to the hideout, peering out, then walked onto the pavement and looked around. It was clear. "So, who's chasing you now?" Sether turned to see Kitty in the doorway, giving him that threatening look again. "Oh... umm... just some guys. That's all." "Some guys, huh?" She gave him another look. "They must've been some guys. You were scared silly." "I was not!" "Oh, yes you were. You came crawling to me." "I was standing." "Same thing. It's an expression." She walked over to him and stared him in the eyes. "So what are you going to do now?" "Try to find another place to go. I seem to not be able to stay in this city anymore. If I do. It'd mean death... or loss of skin." "What?" "Nothing." Sether started down the road. "Hey, listen," he called back, not turning, but kept walking. "Thanks for the shelter. I needed it to lose 'em. I'll see ya around, maybe. Later!" "Wait..." she said at almost a dying voice. But she just let him leave. Returning to the inside of her house, she tended to Timer. And Sether continued down the path. Being crafty as he was, he managed to bag a motorcycle from one of his only friends left in the ill-gotten town. He bid farewell and rode off out of the city, maybe not to be seen again. ----- wee :)

Eh... I was probably around 10. That was about the time I started using computers. My dad is the one who introduced me. We like computers. I mean, when I was littler than 10, we played games and stuff on school comps, but really no internet, I don't believe. Those were the days ^_^

That's disturbing, Sir Darkside. Now I'm afraid to go to the bathroom or fall in love XD

Not really. What you just posted is XD And what Randleman did is sort of... but I don't wanna play mod here... so I'll just walk away slowly with this money I stole from the National Bank and carefully get in my getaway vehicle and drive to the airport where I will get on a plane and fly to South Africa where I will teach the natives to read and play Monopoly in the most slyest ways. And now a joke ^_^ There was a blond, a brunette, and a red head and then there was their father. One night they wanted to go to a party, but their father said no and sent them to their rooms. They still snuck out of their windows and were almost home free when their father walked out of the house. They quickly ran into the barn and jumped in some potato sacks. Oh my. Their father walked into the barn and saw the three sacks moving. He came up to the first one with the brunette in it and kicked it. She said "Meow." "Oh, it's only a cat," said their father. He kicked the next one that had the red head in it. She said "Woof." "Oh, it's only a dog," said their father whom proceeded to the last sack with the blond in it. He kicked and the blond said "Potatoes!" ------------ Haha. Oh yeah... I went there... no offense to blonds. I'm a blond myself... in more ways than one :<

Heh. That was pretty cheesy, but okay ^_^ [SIZE=4][b]OH MY GOSHUMS! I ARE HAVE THE ULTIMATE JOKE! YOU MUST HEAR IT OR DIE! YESH YESH YESH!!!! SPAMMINGNESS :

I've oddly been having a dream lately. It's been going on for quite a few nights now. Almost in a month's time. I'd have it every now and then, sometimes it'd be the same one, but more added to the end or it'd continue from where my last dream left off. And I don't mind the dream. In fact, that's quite awesome. It's pretty much about me dressed up as some awesome-lookin' warrior. I think I had a cloak on. I definately had a sword sheathed in my back where a scabbard was and I had the rest of the clothing. Anyways, I started jotting down what I remembered since I had it a few times. What I recall is I was on a horse riding down a trail when I met this girl walking on the same path in opposite direction. The first few times of this dream, I never could really see her face because of her hair, but oddly in one dream, it was the girl I like. So eventually, she got on my horse. I can't recall our convo before so... ya know. So we rode off and recently, my dream has been about us going to some tavern where these punks are being real jerks and I've fought them. Never really got through the dream, but it's kind of like a show. Maybe it's a sign :) :D

I especially like the clouds I made. All I did was draw clouds in photoshop with a dash of this and that kind of colors, then gaussian blurred it. Then I added in the moon and stuff. It was simple to make, just took time. I made the animation with Animation Shop Version 1 (the oldies :D)

Sether sighed and turned on the TV, but didn't stick around the area to watch. Instead he wandered the house. Kitty stayed on the couch watching shows, but kept an eye on Sether, just in case he messed with anything. Sether walked into an empty bedroom. The floor was cluddered with planks and other such pieces of wood. Stepping ever so carefully over these, he made it to the closest. Opening the doors, he saw darkness. Rats and bugs scurried away, shunning the sudden brightness. He reached a hand up and pulled the light chain. The small bulb that hung from the ceiling beamed and let off a soft glow. He looked around. Nothing really, but wood. Then he saw a box up on the top shelf. He peered at it curiously. Then, without thinking, he grabbed for it, only to find a knife zip past his head and into the closest wall. "Stay away from that!" He turned to see Kitty standing in the doorway angrily. "You didn't have to toss a knife at me!" "Well, someone how to discipline you somehow." "I'm not a dog, ya know." "Well, you act like one!" They both glared intently, then Sether slammed the door closed and they both left the room. Though he forgot about it shortly after, Sether still wondered what Kitty hid in that box. ----------- La la la la :)

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[B]Symphony of Blackshire[/B] is another large RPG I plan on doing in August once [b]Lord of Thieves[/b] is done. This is a banner I made for the game. As you can see, the game revolves around horror. Yays! Prepare to be spooked, but for now, please give CC. EDIT: Blond moment. I forgot the pic. It may be in my sig, but what the hey... [IMG]http://www.freewebs.com/real16/SoBbanner.gif[/IMG]

Haha. Desbreko yelled at me for saying Snuffalumpugus's name. And I don't know why... :< "ANIMAL! ANIMAL!"

Ah. That was on Yu Yu Hakusho. Yusuke said it and then BAM! Ouchies! :) EDIT: Okay, that was a load of typos XD I fixed 'em.

It's it all good milady... *mumbles something about "cuteness"* ------------- Sether returned to his apartment right after Kitty's leave. He stuck the key into the lock and and opened the door. There was a man standing next to his couch, the girl on the couch long dead. "Wha--what happened?" Sether staggered over to the couch and looked at the man. "I thought I'd take the girl out for ice cream." the man said sarcasticly. "I killed her, you fool! You were an idiot and didn't kill her. It's like, 10 in the morning." Sether looked at his watched and almost jumped. "Oh my God... I must've lost track of time. I'm sorry, Lar--" "Eh, eh, eh," the man said, waving an index finger at Sether's face. "No 'I'm sorry Larry' this time, Sether. You owe me now and I can't keep taking it out of you by money or priceless items. I'm a man of my honor, you know." Sether blew air up from his mouth and move his bangs out of his eyes. "I never asked you to help." "Well, if I didn't, they'd come here and kill you. Do you want that? You wanna be dead, Sether?" Sether gradually put his hand onto his sword's hilt unknowningly, but kept his eye on Larry. "What do you want, Larry?" "Not money, Sether," Larry said, walking to the window that Kitty once looked out. "Not jewels, not women, not money. I'm afraid this time, it'll cost ya." "Like?" Larry sighed and turned around and nodded. Sether followed Larry's gaze to behind him. There stood a group of men. "Wha--what is this?" Larry walked over to Sether and grabbed his arm. "I'm sorry it has to be like this, Sether." He pulled Sether's shirt sleeve up and one of the men flashed a knife. "You're not gonna..." "Oh yes," Larry said with a partial grin. "We're taking it out of your flesh." Sether watched the man advance with the knife, grinning a not so toothy grin. Sether didn't stand for it. He quickly tossed Larry over his head into the man and they collapsed into the group. Sether then leapt out his window, down the 3 stories, landed and ran off. Larry peered out the window and smiled. "He'll be back." With that, he nodded and the men left the room. Larry took the dead girl over his shoulder and then picked up a card on the floor. He looked it over and read the name. "Kitty." he said out loud. "Hm. wonder what this is doing here... maybe another quarry." He pocketed the license and walked out the door. He carefully looked around the room and closed the door quietly, not to wake the neighbors.

Haha. Yeah, I hear Ghost Ship's pretty freaky. Well, sweet dreams for you, Sir Shinobi XD

Hehe. But of course, Har XD But anywho, i'm almost done setting up. The map should completed today and other junk is in order. I also forgot to toss in shields and helmets in the armor list so I'll make sure to do that. expect the RPG to start today or tomorrow :)

Oh man, I love racing cars. I don't do it in real life, but in games, it's dead fun. But if I did in real life, I'd be blastin' away with a Porsche 911. I use it in games and it's a pretty sweet car. That or a mustang '69. YEAH, BABY! So, my question for you peeps out there is what car would you race in real life?

I feel invincible :) I can't get hurt XD Well, at least knocked out or anything. I suppose I'm just really slick and unharmable... or not... umm... you like hot dogs? Yeah, me too... they're good... I prefer ketchup on 'em... maybe some radish... yeah... mostly ketchup, though... Anyways, I did pass out once or twice, but that's nothing. I believe my biggest injury was breaking open my head which my parents easily sewed back together. Nothing serious :P

Sether retired to his kitchen to cook up a snack. He hadn't eaten in a good while because of the mix up with the old lady, Kitty, and finally capturing the right one. Speaking of her, she began to wake up and Sether immediately pounded her over the head into unconsciousness. He looked at the pan he used to thwack and shrugged. He then used it to fry his eggs. Kitty walked along with the bird perched on her shoulder when a group of men walked out of the shadows. The sun was partly up by now, but the area was still dark and creepy. These guys looked like trouble. "Hey, little girly girl," one said while waving at Kitty. "You all lost and alone?" "Haha! Yeah!" another one jumped in. He was ugly as hell and seemed to stink badly too. "She needs Uncle Shanker to keep her company." A shorter one popped up behind a fat guy and shook his head. "Man, Shanker, you be talkin' nonsense again. If she wanted any of us, she'd want me. In fact, I know she wants me." The little man peered over at Kitty and winked. Kitty turned her head in disgust. "No matter," said the first man. "She's ours now. Come herem girly girl." "Back off, ya jerks!" She took out her knife and swung it around threateningly. "Haha! The girly thinks a small dagger could hurt us." "Yo, shut up, Shanker. Just get her." The little man watched with peircing eyes as Shanker advanced on Kitty. He fell to the ground in a second with a wound across his face. he was alive, but in serious pain. "Yo, Shanker, waht happened?" The little man nodded to the first man who charged Kitty. She dodged his punch and kicked him where it hurts. "Take that, slimeball!" "Man, that girl's got some class." The little man tapped the big man's knees. The fat man stepped up from behind his master. It was obvious by now the little man was the leader. "I'll take care of the girly girl, boss," the big man said, cracking his knuckles. "Don't harm her too much," the leader warned. "I want her after we're finished." The big man approached Kitty, but he stabbed the guy in the gut with her knife. She grinned with success, but found an unpleasant surprise. The man laughed and pushed her knife away with his gut. "You can't harm me, little girly girl. I'm too hefty." He laughed again and there was a sudden call from above. The big man fell like a tree and the whole ground shook. His whole side had a huge gash in it where Sether's mighty sword penetrated. "Who the hell are you?" the small leader shouted. "The rescuer." He beamed at Kitty. She glared. "I didn't need your help!" she protested. "Yeah yeah." The little man charged, but stopped short as the two of them shouted at one another. "You needed me and you know it." "I have a sword too, ya know." "Whatever. Admit it." "I won't!" "Umm... excuse me..." the small man interrupted. Kitty just kicked him aside and he flew into the wall, knocked out. "And I don't lik-hey... wait... why did you come and rescue me?" Sether seemed to blush. "Well... uh... it's that.." he scratched the back of his head. "I thought about what you said. That we were destined to fight along side..." "Yeah?" she urged on. "Well, we just did." Kitty paused for a moment, then a smile crossed her face. "Yes, I suppose we did." "So... umm... I was thinking... you know... that this could work..." "You wanna fight with me?" "Uh... yeah." "Great!" "Heh. Okay." He grinned. Kitty held out a hand. "Partners?" "Partners." Sether grasped the open hand and shook, sealing the deal.

OOC: yeesh. Way to make yourself sound good, milady XD ------------- Sether sheathed his sword into it's scabbard and looked at her puzzlingly. She stared back and after a minute, she broke the silence. "What are you staring at? And answer my question!" She kicked him and he jumped to an awake mode. "What?" he said startled. Then he saw her angry expression and remembered her question. "Uh... yeah. Why? Do you know him?" Her face seemed to become more gentle and she even smiled a bit. "Yes. You could say I do. Did you get that sword from him?" "What is this? Twenty Questions? Shoo! Go on! I don't want you here!" She rose a knife at his face. "Answer me." He sighed and pushed the knife away gently with his palm. "Okay, yes. I got it from him. So what's it to you?" She nearly leapt into the air. "Yes! I've found one." "Eh?" She almost hugged Sether she was so happy. He reluctantly backed away in time. "Alex gave you that sword so that must mean we are partners!" "Woah, woah, woah. What, lady? Listen, I don't partner up with anyone." "But you must." Her voice seemed to die with her smile. "I'm a bounty hunter. I kill for money. I'm not someone you should be hanging out with. Now I'd appreciate it if you'd leave." He started for the door, but she whimpered. "Hey! Don't go! We were meant to fight along side and all that stuff!" He didn't turn his back, but opened the door and walked out into the hallway. "I want to see you gone by the time I get back." "Where are you going?" "To catch the [i]real[/i] quarry. Now shoo." "But I don't know how to get back home from here." Sether sighed and turned back to her. She may have looked threatening, but he saw deep inside, she was worried. And hyper because she danced around lik a woodland elf. "Fine. Stay here. I'll be back in an hour or so." He mumbled something as he closed the door behind himself. Kitty stared at the door for about two minutes then collapsed on the couch, wiped out.

Yeah. It also made me feel adventurous and want to go wander around in the world aimlessly searching for a quest. But that's just me XD

I have a few. [b]The Shadow Knight[/b] He lives in the shadows as the shadows live in him, not a part of him that wasn't terribly grim. His armor is as dark as a moonless night, the scars of it acknowledged, souvenirs of past fights. His mail but a bit stained from his sweat, 'twas from defeating his foes who did fret, for he was more than one mere Shadow Knight, the bringer of pain, the forger of fright. He was Luther, doling the name of the devil, bringing pain, misery, and suffering to several. His falchion glistens after every slay, a counsel to all to stay out of his way. Brutal and hateful, death comes from every blow, like the burn of the sun, the bite of the snow. But these dreadful ideas are not all he could think, for he wrote all who he has slain with parchment and ink. A list in which he locked to his girdle, the contence of which would make your blood curtle. A man with a mind filled with hexes and curses, which were written down on this document in wretched verses. His conscience was killed by his ill-gotten deeds, and now feasts on misfortune in which he needs. His soul, vanquished, taken by force, causing his voice to sound dire and coarse. His grip is as frigid as the winter's wind, a consequence that was given for all he has sinned. His eyes show no color, just darkened and cruel, reflecting his foe's pain in wicked black pools. And yet you still wonder how he lives, with knowing all the anguish that he gives. But he knows that his blade drips his foe's pride, taking their lives in a few quick strides. To us, he's a madman or even a fool, but us to him, we're just life's tools. With a purpose to kill and a life so dim, he lives in the shadows as the shadows live in him. [b]To Save a Dragon[/b] Listen to this story that's about to be told, about a fire-breathing dragon and a knight so bold. You may not expect what I'm about to say, but this dragon is not who the knight wishes to slay. They've actually been friends ever since hatchling and child, growing up with each other as valiant and wild. But what happens when a thorn breaks the skin? Shall one pay for their cold-hearted sin? A dragon slayer yearns to kill the knight's comrade, to demolish all dreams and good times they had. So the knight and drake came up with a scheme, where the dragon lead the slayer from mountain to stream. He lead the slayer far, a distance from home, across the plains where the antelope roam. The dragon soon lead the man to his deadly trap, unexpected by the slayer was this terrible mishap. It was in the high mountains, the ones that gleamed in the night, the slayer was then ambushed by the dragon's knight. Two swords had clashed, blood spilled on the stone, the slayer slashed his enemy's arm straight to the bone. Pain is like life, it comes and it dies, the knight glared with his illuminating eyes. A wound is a reward taken from battle, like a sheperd should be proud that a wolf chose his cattle. The slayer lifted his sword, ready to kill, but was bodyslammed by the drake that howled out a shrill. The two of them tumbled over gravel and rock, but the two of them clung like a living lock. But fate is a strange thing, something that should be adorned, a fatal accident happened before the knight could have warned. The dragon and slayer, locked into one, fell from the cliffs like the evening sun. The knight peered over the cliffside, in hope they were there, but as said before, fate is unfair. Fate can cause life, but can also make one die, but then again, it made dragons able to fly. Those are two of my finest.

Greetings, Sir DarkAssasinX. I hope you have a good time at the boards. This place is really great once you get to know it better.

After the bar incident, Sether had left and hid in an alley. Not because he was scared, but so he could wait. Wait for his quarry. Being a bounty hunter, he had to plan against the schedule of the victim. He knew just when they would be passing from a little help from the common street folk. The street light's bulb dimmed, then flickered and finally went out. He was in complete darkness, ready to pounce his prey. He heard footsteps and peeked around the corner. The figure approaching appeared to have the outline of who he was after, but he felt terribly wrong when he jumped the wrong person and noticed he did a knock out move on an old lady. Pushing her aside into the shadows, he waited once more. It was about 20 minutes later when the old lady finally awoke and sturred. Sether, though feeling bad for doing it, didn't want to get caught and smacked the woman over the head with a garbage can lid, knocking her unconcious again. He just hoped to God she wasn't going to die or go into a coma. It was around that time his quarry finally arrived. A little later than usual. She must've made a pit stop or something, he assumed. When she came to his alleyway, he jumped her and tossed her to the ground. Using the move he did on the granny, he knocked her out with a pinch and took her over his shoulder. He usually does kill the quarry, but this time he got to take her with him. He was suppose to kill her later on the next day. So he took the girl away, leaving the grandma unconscious. Though, the girl was knocked out, she mumbled in her sleep something about a man named Alexander and then Max. Sether finally made it back to his apartment. After literally dragging the girl up the stairs to his room, he tossed her on the couch. He was feeling good when suddenly he realized something. He never really saw what she looked like. He wasn't sure if she was the right one. He turned her over on his stomach and reached into his back pocket. He reluctantly pulled out a license and read the name "Kitty". He almost dropped there. "Oh my God, I can't believe I've got teh wrong person! What to do!" As if on cue, Kitty sturred and Sether turned to her in dripping sweat. She was awake and wasn't too thrilled to be there.

I've never had an accident. In fact, I've never broken or fractured anything. I barely see the doctor XD I'm sorry for you, Sir Knight. No wonder you went to bed early. Hope you feel better :)