Dragon Warrior

Excellent. That'll do, minion :P I'll make your character picture and add you to the list. I need 4 more :)

This is TRUELY the longest time I've taken out to make an RPG. And it may be the longest you have to if you join this. It's an epic RPG where you go against 4 other people to become the Lord of Thieves. You simply steal, murder, recruit, capture, ramshack, and more to overcome the opponents and obstacles of the game! The deal is you start out with 2000 Gold. By the end of the game, only one thief will still have money while the others are dead broke. To learn how to sign up, check the site I took the liberty of making for this game. Don't join if you don't wish to take on such an epic. [URL=http://lothieves.cjb.net]Click to begin your new life[/URL] Spots: 1. Spikey (Ryan the Gambler) 2. aYokano (Kai Shadow) 3. KnightoftheRose (Esrie Fortune) 4. JJRiddler (Frealin) 5. gamemasterkev00 (Deathevn)

But mine does have a no neck style :< meh!

Okay. I drew him up. And he does have a floating head like you said. He just has that leaf blower on his back so it may look weird XD

Well, the deal is, any girl could just say she was molested by a celebrity just to get famous or get lots of money just to shut them up. That may not be the case in this one since Kobe admits he had "did it" with her, but I still think she may be lying. You know Kobe. He's one of those people who are good for it. He may have married an 18 year old before she was even out of high school (which my Dad thinks is a big part of this), but I still don't see Kobe doing such a thing.

Actually, I never expect the voice actors to be japanese because they hire Americans and such to do the American versions of shows and things. I bet the voice actors for the Japanese version are real Japanese peeps.

XD That had nothing to do with the story, but BOOYAH anyways XD PS: Mee moo mo moo. :o

Name: En Rico de Monte a la Fallon Gonzales (or Chip for short) Race: Human Appearance: A wicked-az$ Sombraro and huge metal boots. His garments consist of a long black and white cloak with a black belt. His face is hidden in shadow by the sombraro. Weapon: A leaf blower equiped to his back Beginning Abilities (list 2): -Windy Gust -Suck and Blow (The name is just... yeeeaaahhh) PS: Could I draw my own character? I have a special look I wanna make him. Unless you have a special way of having them. I just thought it'd save ya trouble too :o

This is shibby and I'd like to read more. What exactly is the story about? Maybe I could help you with a title, if you wish :< MEH

OMG! That is so frickin' cool! I'd love to meet those guys! And I can just hear Krillen and Buu saying that XD Haha. Now I wanna go more than ever.

Britty told me that there's some new RPG they are playing and getting into so it'll be a while before this starts. I hope they do start it soon :<

So you told me about this free stuff. Comics :D Can you buy comics there or anything? Or is it just for shows.

Oh yeah... I have a play to be in too :< I better practice my lines. I hope it comes near Michigan between the time after my play and before Cross Country Camp. Too bad the site doesn't work XD

Well, that's all very good then. When it appears near good ole Michigan, I shall make sure I do go to it or... or... umm.. I'd.. er... I'd... I'd slap myself! Yeah! That's it! Ha! ^^

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Lan21013 [/i] [B][color=darkblue][size=1]I live about 45 minutes away from where I live! ^^[/color][/size] [/B][/QUOTE] Really? That's amazing. I believe I live about 5 hours from where I live :P Jk with ya, but yeah, California's a bit far for me. Maybe if I was going there for vacation again this year, but I have no such luck.

Darn straight. Which state is San Diego again? Because I must go! Yesh, that I must.

Is it all over? I wanna go :< If it only lasted 2 days, waht kind of convention is that? XD For one thing, I wanted to visit the creator of the best online web comic, Strings of Fate.

I've heard of it and was dying to go, but I couldn't find out anything about it. And if it's in San Diego, that's a decent distance from my home in Michigan. I'd have to beg my parents to death to get there :<

[QUOTE][i] Gavin, Oh my God. You made me laugh so hard there lol. Once again, thanks for the advice. I was wondering if any of you are in a band? And what kind of music do you play? [/B][/QUOTE] No problem, mate XD It's my duty to make people laugh. But anyways, about the band, I wish to be in one. If I can get myself into my friend's band, that'd be awesome. I'd play the drums, like yourself. That or sing. I'm not sure if I'm a good singer so that'd be off to the side, aye? ^^ I always write songs and their lyrics as well as cool band names like [B]Notorious Fox, Notorious Arch Nemesis, Platinum Dragon, Paradoxin,[/B] etc... Maybe someday... maybe someday XD

WEll, I don't know myself, but my friend just told me of her pulling of the wisdom teeth. She said that it doesn't hurt (probably 'cause they numb ya), but you may feel a bit sore after it's all over. I dunno about the chipmunk part. Maybe, but she didn't get that side effect. She didn't tell me of the procedure, but it's nothing to worry about. But she still wished she could keep them since the procedure seems useless, anyways.

Well, acting being my life, I've pretty much dedicated myself to it. I've tried for as many shows as I can at once. Everytime I'm the main role. That's gotta tell ya somethin' and it makes me proud. I tried out for a TV show, but then figured out how they wanted the auditioners to do it. The people were complete loons (even more than myself :P). They could've at least told us to be crazy XD Anyways, I did make it in every other thing I've tried. In my school play "Little Women" (shudder) I was the leading male role of Laurie. Though his name sounds like a girl's, he got down with 2 of the sisters so I'm happy XD I'm also in a comedy play right now that premeires next Friday. It's a mix between Sherlock Holmes and the Emperor's New Clothes where the Emperor has Sherlock, Watson, and their magical mooing cat (don't ask) go find the tailors who ripped the emperor off. I, of course, am the idiot Sherlock Holmes. We wrote the play so I made Sherlock dumb as a doorknob. I love theatre XD I've also done Forensics. I dunno if any of you know what Forensics is, but it's competition acting/speech. I did a duo with my buddy Mike. A duo is a two peson act where you cannot face each other or touch one another. It has to be between 7 to 10 minutes as well. Mike and I did a gangster skit called "Gangster's Apparell" where we were two gangsters in a jail cell talking of social matters. It was really funny and we had the audience in stitches everytime we did it. Mike and I did well and got ourselves up to regionals, I believe. Too bad we didn't make it to state. It might've been a goof up again because earlier in that year of forensics, they messed up our score. Mike and I had a 299 out of 300 score (best out of anyone at the whole forensics thing) and we oddly still lost. But they fixed it. But still, up to regionals with 299 scores and 300 scores in all of our competitions. I'd have to say that's not bad for our first year of Forensics. We've decided to do it every year with one another for now on.

I won't ask. I'll just laugh because the Osbournes are cool. But yes, that's neat and you must add in special sexy guest Dragon Warrior XD Then it'd be a masterpiece. I could be the guy who nobody loves and worships anyways! OH MY GOSHUMS! *starts a new series about himself*

Alright. I am an actor. I dunno how many people love to do this. Plenty do, but they get stage fright. I've done a few acts before and trust me, it's nothing to worry about. It's so much fun and stuff that once you're out there, you don't even notice the audience. One play I did, I only looked at the audience once (on purpose). Other times it was because I had to for my part. I can play almost anything and I love it all! So... who else acts? And what have you acted in?

Sir Shinobi, 'tis simple. They have pretty much said everything I would've said so all I'm going to say now is "DO NOT PICTURE THEM IN THEIR UNDERWEAR!" The last thing you should picture is them in their underwear. I know I wouldn't wanna see my friend's mum in her undergarments X( *shudders* Now get out there and kick some ace, Sir Shinobi ^^

This is the sequel to my story [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?threadid=22541]Why Tooth Decay is not Possible on Mars[/URL] which has the wild characters of Bud, who's the leader, Stinky Joe whom always gets in fights with Bud and is the smart one of the group, and Bumper Sticker Bob who is the idiot. He does follow Bud, though. These guys are the Wisconsin Rafters and this is the second story in the series. Without further ado, here they are: [B]Crows Have It Good[/B] Now, I?m not one to be picky about what type of food a man eats, but the gopher that Stinky Joe found was way expired. I tell you what, that thing stunk to high heavens. And then some. There was no way in God?s name I was trying that. ?Try it or I?ll pound ya.? Stinky Joe threatened. ?Gopher it is.? I said, taking a bite. It was disgusting! I ended up spewing it out. And after wiping away the gopher parts from my tongue, I noticed what I was just doing. ?Wait a darn minute, did I just take orders from you?? ?Darn tootin?. I?m the new leader around here. Why do you always get to be the leader?? Haha. Let me count the ways. Every time I mentioned something, I showed another finger. ?I?m handsomer, I?m cooler, more cunning, more smarter, more heroic, more brave, more better at finding FOOD.? ?That ain?t nothing?.? Joe argued. I never did like Stinky Joe. I plopped down on my rocking chair on the back of our raft as we ran down a river in good ole Wisconsin. ?Well too bad. I?m the leader around here and I can take care of my crew anytime, anywhere.? [b]Hours later?[/b] ?Food?? I cried as I slowly made my way across the raft at a crawling pace. ?I need food.? Bumper Sticker Bob, too stupid to know if he was hungry or not, sat there giggling and bouncing up and down. That caused the raft to tip a bit. And you know what happens when a raft tips, don?t ya? That?s right. Buds go flyin?! I took a tumble right off the raft and straight into the river, but not before I shouted my last words of ?Bob, you idiot!? I was suddenly swept up by the rushing current. I crashed right into a rock and clung to it for dear life. Letting go could mean death for me. Yeah, even me. A loveable character in this story. I could see Bumper Sticker Bob was stressed out. Well, sorta, actually. If you consider jumping up and down while giggling and having a distressed emotion on his floppy face stressed out! Nevertheless, Stinky Joe was enjoying it while it lasted. But it didn?t end there. Oh no, boys and girls. I could just soil myself thinking about what?s gonna happen next. Coming down stream at an alarming rate was some kind of? of? MONSTER! It was green with slick skin and eyes that could melt the head right off your neck by just looking at it. Though, this may have been happening, I stayed calm and awaited assistance like a real leader should. ?Help! Help! Oh my good Lord, help! A monster! Joe, Bob! Get your lazy bums over here and help me! I?m too young and handsome to die!? Like they should, they steered the raft towards me. That or the current did. Most likely the current. Hopefully the current, actually, because if it were the them, there?d be heck to pay. They ran the raft right into my head. I was knocked out right then and there. When I woke up, Bob was standing over me, breathing heavily. I didn?t know why. Might be asthma. Nevertheless, we had escaped the green monster of doom. Or did we? I saw it again! Out in the water, watching me with those eyes of Satan! I took one of the oars and paddled down that stream so fast I was like? umm? well, I can?t think of a simile right now, but you get the picture. I watched that monster hop out of the water and let out it?s war cry. It was angry. ?Riiiiibbbbbitttt!!!? That?s not even the worst of it. When it lets out that horrible howl, it?s chest bulges out like a balloon! It was definitely a possessed monster. And I got us out of there right away. We were soon down stream where those monsters couldn?t catch us. I don?t think they live in these parts, thank goodness. But what I hadn?t noticed is I was lost. ?It?s all your fault,? I blamed Stinky Joe. ?Mine? You?re the one that paddled us away, scared stiff!? ?It was a man-eating monster!? ?It was the size of my fist!? ?It was going to kill us and skin us! Maybe vice versa!? ?I could?ve killed it and ate it for dinner! Now we don?t have any food. Good work, leader.? ?Don?t pin this on me.? Oh, but boys and girls. He did. He did. Did I ever say I didn?t like Stinky Joe? Well, I don?t. I hate his guts. But I?m not one to hold a grudge. No soirée, I?m a love-filled American citizen, I tell you what. And if there?s a man in this world that?s more forgiving than me, I?d like to walk up to him and sock him in the mandible. What?s that? What?s a mandible? You?ll learn about it in science class or something?. Whatever you youngins do these days. As I was about to start up the argument about who got us lost again, I figured out something?. ?Oh my grandmother?s hairy feet, boys!? They both turned to me, Bob having that same dumb look on his mop. I?ve always disliked that mop. It never got things clean enough. But anyways, ?nough sidetrackin?. They looked at me and I told them what was on my mind. ?We aren?t lost, boys.? I started with my forgiving tone of voice. ?We simply don?t know where we are. We never have! We always are on those darned adventures so we never truly know where we are!? ?Wow,? Stinky Joe commented. ?You figured that all out by yerself? I should give you an apple.? ?Shut up!? I commanded harshly. But there goes my temper again. Right away, I caught myself in mid-punch, not allowing my anger to get the best of me. I am, after all, the most forgiving man ever. ?I?ll never forget you, Joe! I shall hunt you down one day when you least expect it.? ?And do what?? ?Umm? er? well? you see?? Now, thank goodness for Chef Boyardee because by God, I was saved. At that moment before I had to reveal how I was gonna whoop Joe, we hit shore and flew onto it by impact. ?Land,? I said as if I hadn?t seen it in months. Years even. Stinky Joe stood up and walked up the hill. He was stunned to see a large field. ?Guys, look!? I picked myself up, fell, tripped Bob whom fell on me, threw him off, got back up, and went to see what Joe was fussin? about. It was beautiful. A whole field of vegetables. My mouth watered so much that Bob slipped on my river of drool and tumbled back down the hill. ?Let?s go see if we can snag some, boys,? I said, starting my way over to a tomato plant. ?No, Bud. If we do, we?d get in trouble. There?s a house right there.? He pointed and I followed his gaze. Sure enough, there was a shack. ?Then we?ll ask. I haven?t eaten anything decent in days.? I started my way for the house, Joe and Bob following closely behind, when I was suddenly ambushed by flying, black monsters of death! ?Duck!? I shouted, leaping to the ground, flat with my arms and legs out. ?Secure the area and prepare for combat! Make sure all woman and children are safe as well as manhood!? Joe looked at me in the oddest way, not following my orders. ?Is this mutiny?? ?No. These are crows.? He raised an arm and one perched on it and let out an evil sound of ?CAW!? I got up and shooed the beast away. ?I dun care if it were our president. That foul creature almost butchered me with it?s razor claws of death.? ?Yeah. Sorry ?bout that,? I heard someone say. I turned to the house and an old woman stood in the doorway, rubbing a pan with a cat. I don?t know why with a cat. Maybe cats are the new thing these days of getting stains off metal. I mean, really. Some pots may say they are stainless, but they get stained more than the ones that aren?t stainless. Those cheap jerks are jus? tryin? to get money off ya. ?Who are you?? I asked, standing in my leader stance. ?I should ask you the same,? the old woman commented back, still scrubbing the pot with a cat. The cat moaned with horror. ?I am Leader Bud and these are my lackies, Stinky Joe and Bumper Sticker Bob.? Boy, we must?ve been a sight to see because she gave us a weirder look than I had given her when I saw that cat washing the pot. I felt bad for the poor fella. ?Leader Bud, eh?? I dunno if she had bad hearing or what. I guess I had to speak louder. ?YES! LEADER BUD IS MY NAME!? The woman dropped the cat and pot and it crashed through the porch planks. All that was heard was the cat moaning below, most likely in a great deal of pain. ?No need to shout, youngin?. I can hear. Why don?t you boys come inside and get cleaned up. I have supper on the stove.? She entered and we followed. The house looked invitin? enough. After we got cleaned up and ate, I sat back in my chair and rubbed my tummy. It was full for the first time in a while, I tell you what. The woman looked at us with that strange gaze again, once again, cleaning the same pot with the same disturbed cat. ?Why were you boys playin? with those crows? Those are filthy beasts.? I looked at her, no longer grinning with satisfaction. ?Those things nearly killed me. I dun like ?em!? ?Yes. They are quite evil. They attack my crops all the time. The scarecrow is suppose to stop them, but it hasn?t done it?s job lately.? Scarecrow? Is that some kind of man that scares those crow creatures? I had to investigate right away. When everyone went to sleep, I snuck outside. There were no crows around, but I did see a faint figure out in the distance in the crops, under the moonlight. I snuck closer. I approached ?im and when I got close enough, I could make out his face. He just stood there, stone cold and angry lookin?. I stared back and to my surprise, he didn?t move. I poked him, then made a run for it. He didn?t follow. ?What a peculiar man.? I said out loud, but softly. I didn?t want him to hear me. Crows must have it good if they can make a man like this scarecrow guy stay where he is and not bug them. Then they just feast. I had to investigate further. I approached scarecrow again and when I got close enough, he dropped down flat on the ground, his face still petrified. I?m guessin? he was scared stiff. I moved the poor fella onto the porch, then returned to the middle of the crop field, awaiting for the crows arrival. Let?s just see if they can take on the Bud. By morning, I fell down like scarecrow did. The crows hadn?t arrived yet, but I was gosh dern tired! I see now why scarecrow fell down. He wasn?t scared. Just tired as heck from standing all these days. I don?t even think he ate since he was skinny as a rod. I crawled back to the porch right as the door swung open, revealing Joe and Bob. They were talking to the woman. ?That was great, Ms. Grecking. I love flap jacks.? Joe said as he walked out rubbing his belly. I didn?t get any flap jacks. Bob just grunted which all must learn is good enough to be a thank you. The moment they were on the porch, they saw scarecrow on a rocking chair and me crawlin? up the steps. ?There you are,? the old woman, whom I?m guessing is Ms. Grecking, said. She was washing that pot with the cat again. I think she even did it in her sleep. ?Where have you been? And why is my scarecrow up here?? Suddenly, a huge cloud arose over the field. It wasn?t there a second ago and definitely wasn?t off in the distance. But now it?s here. ?Tut, tut. Looks like rain.? Bumper Sticker Bob said, smiling and licking syrup. ?That?s not a rain cloud,? Joe said with a worried look. It was black as night and was suddenly cascading down onto the crop. It was those crows again! Without the scarecrow around, they seemed to eat the crop clean quicker. ?Oh,? I said amused. ?I guess scarecrow does do some work.? I looked up at Ms. Grecking with a smile, but she was frowning. Let?s just say our next scene is back on the raft. Joe was rowing with the paddle and making us go down stream and Bumper Sticker Bob tended to his sticky fingers of syrup. I of course, tended to my wounds. The old woman put up a good fight, but she was no match for the Bud. ?So, Bud,? Joe began. ?How did you like gettin? taken out by a granny?? ?I won that fight.? ?Yeah right. She took that scarecrow and smacked you upside the head and you were crying for your mommy.? ?I wasn?t crying for her. I? umm? I thought she was there so I was calling to her to bring her over to me.? ?Yeah. Lame excuse.? I jumped up. ?Wanna make something? of it?? And he did. He pushed me into the river where I was attacked by those green monsters with bulging eyes. I won?t go into detail, but yeah, that?s what happened. It?s just another day done one of the Wisconsin rivers. And out of this whole adventure, I couldn?t help but envy scarecrow. He?s a true master.