Dragon Warrior

Thanks. I'll make sure to post more of my stories. Just watch for my threads. You know you wanna XD

If the Comic Con comes near where I live, 'm definately going to it. It has lots of anime stuff there. You can even meet voice actors from anime! ^^

I like to do martial arts, but I've never actually taken any classes. My friend takes Tae Kwon Do and he says it's pretty fun. Of course, I think he's the only student. Maybe I'll take the classes with him. For now, it's me just training myself :)

Glad to have ya, JJRiddler. I'll make up your picture and stuff now.

If no one else joins in the next day or so, I'll start it. As for pictures and the world map, those won't be posted until the RPG starts. They will be on the site with plenty more things that will appear at the beginning. It'd be best to save the map when you see it.

I despise Elmo XD I once wrote a whole book series about my friends and I being attacked by Elmo and how we stopped him and killed him in each book. he just keeps returning, though. There was 3 books in that series. The fist had 5 of us, and by the third one, only one of my friends and I were alive. Elmo's a meany head :P Then I wrote a 4th one that didn't match the series called "Elmo Slayer". Anyways, back on topic, I guess I dunno the name of the dog, but he's cool anyways. He plays piano and sax XD

His name is Beeker, Sir Taylor ^^ Hey Sir Shy, I think they are on the new show that runs now. I swear I've seen them.

Bravo! Bravo! A nice sequel for my story "Bleeding Walls". Definately not for little kids, though. There's a scene in there that's quite adult usage. ;) [quote]"I don't give a rats *** what you think the dog was eating. "[/quote] Silly puppy :)

That mansion scared the bojesus out of me when I was little. It's not for little, little kids, I think. It's great now and quite fun. I especially like the mirrors in it where you can see the ghosts sitting in the cars with you :)

It was just plain Ralph, I think. But he says it like a woofing sound. He was cool. Playin' the piano and all that jazz. Didn't he do more than piano?

YES! The Simpsons! I remember that with oscar the Grouch as well. Woah. We got off topic, sort of XD Back to it.

I do like Muppet Treasure Island. Kermit be the captain, dawg! XD I like the part in that movie where Gonzo gets tortured and his legs and arms get stretched. Then he's out on deck and his limbs are flopping all over and he's going "Wooooahhh!" and "Cool!" and stuff.

Why do you like everything I do, Tasrai? XD We were meant to be friends, milady! I do not remember that part about his parents, though. I did like Muppets in Space where he finally met his family :)

They called him Kramit in that one comedy with Kermit and Big Bird [spoiler]stoned[/spoiler]. He had a cereal? NO WAY! I want some XD

His name was Bear XD Yes! I will make something with Big Bird fighting Godzilla for you. I'll make it my next priority. But you called Kermit Krimit :P Big Bird, i don't like too much. His voice frightens me XD [color=teal]*Mod approved double post. Someone deleted theirs. -Syk3[/color]

Oh yes. And his eyes are covered right? He's weird, but funny as heck. I tend to like how he tries to cook them in "Muppet Treasure Island". Yeah, I'm definately a kid inside XD

Woah, woah, woah. Hold on people. No one beats the muppets. I feel like a kid inside and out with these guys. They rock. Sure, they use to host sort of an adult's show, but we all knew Jim Henson's intensions when he made Sesame Street. But my favorite would have to be Gonzo. He's so crazy and quite funny. And what's with all the chickens? He's quite the whatever. Anyways, who's your favorite muppet. Remember, Sesame Street people are muppets too.

Hmm... well it is a famous rhyme. I mean, it was used in the song, but it's very old. I'll see if my parents know.

Say now, that's pretty cool, milady. I'll go next time I'm in LA. I go every few summers. To see my family and all. And the Pirates will live on! But for now, must watch the movie more XD

Dude, I know! That may be my favorite ride, but this is like my favorite movie as well! Nothin' beats that stuff! I wanted to go on the ride right after I saw the movie, but I don't wanna travel clear across the states for it ;)

It's in a movie... it's like a part of a song, but the girl also says it. They made us watch it in Drama class... Umm.. Something Woman... I'll get back to ya.. EDIT: I remember now. It's from the movie [b] My Fair Lady[/b].

Heh. Yes. I recall what you said and you're quite right. I'm not disappointed in hearing it neither because I know it's true. But also, like I said, this is nothing compared to what I could really do if I took time in it ^^

MUHAHAHAAHAH! I love writing this shiz! I never knew horror stories were so much fun. I've gotta try it more often. Still doesn't beat comedy. Not by a long shot.

Woah, woah, woah. I almost forgot... The best ride that's not carnival ride has to be Pirates of the Caribbean at Disney Land. Even before the movie, I loved this ride. Everytime I visit Disney Land (I did when I was little), I'd ride that thing 40 times, for God sakes! That's why I was so syked about the flick. OMG!!

Okay, I rewrote it. Well, actually, I just added a beginning to it. So here we go... the completed version... [b]Bleeding Walls[/b] A crack was heard and a wheel tumbled to the side of the rocky road near a bush and tree. The whole cat collapsed, splinters flying everywhere. The horse raced off into the night leaving Darwen alone with his broken cart. The lamp that he lit had been dropped and smashed on the path so the only light left was the eerie moonlit sky. He picked himself back up, not bothering with luggage or anything else, but himself, he began walking down the road to find some shelter and assistance. The wind let out a shrill through the branches of the trees. They reached out to him, their twigs like fingers ready to reach through his chest and remove his heart, still beating his blood that would cascade out onto the rocks of the road. He pulled his jacket tighter as the night grew chillier. The path seemed to go on forever when he suddenly saw a dog. It?s head was facing the ground, sniffing intently. It lifted only enough to bare it?s crimson eyes. It?s pupils were red as of blood and it?s teeth seemed to be covered with a liquid. Darwen at first thought it was drool because it may be rabid, but when he slowly advanced on it, he noticed it was blood. The dog let out a low growl as Darwen gradually got closer to it. As he grew toward it, he could make out what the dog was sniffing. It was road kill of some kind; the flesh peeled over revealing it?s innards and blood gushed across the area where it lay slain. But this was no ordinary road kill. Darwen jumped back when he noticed what it was. A human head. The expression was pure petrified. The expression the being must have had when the dog ripped their body from bone to bone, leaving them a gory pulp upon the road. The dog started off at a quick pace. Darwen had the sudden urge to follow. The reason, he did not know. He was glad he did. For when he finally saw the dog stop, they were at the gates of a large mansion. It?s highest tower was clearly in the clouds. He wished for shelter and approached the gates the dog so easily leapt through. It was strange since the bars weren?t apart enough for it to fit all the way. It puzzled Darwen, but he proceeded through anyways. The doors opened with a creak that seemed like a thousand corpses moaning. Once he was in, the door slammed shut with the same chilling noise. Not paying any mind to the door, Darwen began peering around the main room. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling. This drew attention to the magnificent paintings on the ceiling of angels and beautiful wonders. Life?s greatest work. As Darwen looked upward at the marvelous artwork, a drop of red fell on his face. He examined it by wiping it on his finger and looking at it closely. ?Must be paint,? he reassured himself and entered the next room through a set out doors just as more blood from the ceiling stained the carpet below. The next room was even more horrific than the last. Statues of warriors with great weapons at hand, slaying monsters and fighting each other. Some were paintings of men dueling over a woman. Other paintings weren?t as pleasant where they showed the man having his head chopped off with great detail. Darwen looked closely at these ones. They were as if they actually were bleeding. Darwen walked on, not aware of the blood dripping from the paintings onto his jacket. The doors shut behind him again, this time his reaction was slamming on them. They were locked. He did not like this and when he turned, he saw a hand print pushing out of the wall, reaching out to him. He heard a voice calling out with it, then a face in the wall saying, ?Help me! Heeeelpp meee!? Darwen started back and laid against the opposite wall where more hands from the wall grabbed him and held him here saying the same thing. He jumped back out of their grasp and looked all around the room. Sad faces appeared from ceiling to wall all asking for help in the most grueling manner. Their moans sent chills down Darwen like the hand of death grasping his spine. He rushed through the next set of doors and stopped short at what he saw. He spotted the dog at the landing of a staircase. It was panting as if it just came from a great run. It let out a bark up the stairs as if to warn someone, then turned back to Darwen. It barked again. Darwen turned to see if it was barking at him or someone behind him and when he turned back around, the dog was gone. Just white smoke drifted through the spot where it was once. Still freaked out, he started up the stairs. On the next landing, the dog was there again, the same uncanny smoke drifting around it. Darwen gave it a look and it?s face suddenly started to melt. It?s skin decayed and fell to the floor right off it?s bones. Darwen let out a scream and fell backwards down the steps. He tumbled to the floor below and saw the dog looking at him. It barked again, worms going in and out of it?s bare eye sockets. It?s stench was unbearable and Darwen got up quickly to make a run for it, but noticed the room was different. He turned around the dog was gone. He slowly crept back up the stairs, afraid of what he might find. The dog was no where to be found, but he heard low howls in the distance. He got to the next landing again and looked down at the floor below. The dog sat there panting away, it?s tongue partially coming off. It then spoke the words, ?Be ware of the upstairs.? With that, the dog suddenly collapsed to the ground and blood and flesh splashed everywhere on the floor. Darwen backed up to the wall, but remembering what happened last time, stood his distance from everywhere. He ran up the stairs faster now, leaving the dog?s corpse to rest in peace. Darwen crept up the stairs, every step there came a creak. Moaning emerged from underneath the boards. Darwen gulped, played with his jacket and moved on up the stairs. At the top, he found a long hallway with no doors or pictures or anything on the walls. Just, at the end of the hallway was a window. There at the window was someone rocking in a chair, back and forth, making a sound unspeakable. Darwen started down the hallway towards the person. Even if it was dark, it seemed as if the walls were bleeding, giving him a chill. He came to about 10 feet away from the person in the chair when he realized it was blood dripping from the walls. He then looked up from his blood-soaked shoes and peered at the person. It was obviously a woman. She hummed intently, doing nothing, but stare out the window. "Excuse me," Darwen began. "One shall not disturb the rested," said the woman and went back to her humming. Darwen gulped again and tapped her shoulder and repeated himself. "Excuse me." The woman did not turn and once again said "One shall not disturb the rested." Darwen was getting annoyed and wished to leave this house. He had been lost in it's neverending hallways. Doing something frantic, he shouted "I need help!" as he turned the woman in the chair around to face him. Nothing was there, but a bloody skeleton with thousands of spiders swarming through the flesh that was left. Darwen gasped and fell back onto the bloody floor. The walls seemed to move and bleed more than last time. Darwen looked up at the skeleton whom seemed to say "One shall not disturb the rested unless that one wishes to rest themselves" as the spiders devoured Darwen alive.