Dragon Warrior

That's awesome, but the text is a bit too big and it's not the right font. Everything else is good. And to post the pics like I do, I host them on a site, copy the url of the image and paste them in the URL option here at OB.

Thanx Sara. Odd, right? Heh. And I don't do drugs, Saiyan. It's not right in the head to do that stuff.

Nope. I've been at OB for about 3 years olding that exact spot. I'm about to return with one of my best acts yet if u notice my sig banner ^^

Heh. Thanks. Just odd humor.

It's called a story. People tend to write them. Heh.

Yes it is. I liked it because it was medieval looking.

I believe it was Type One Zero. That's all I know that it was called.

Woah there Genkai. Chill. Don't put your whole life around them. You should've known I'd have to close them sooner or later. They'll come back. You'll see.

I've never read the manga, but this is nifty anyways. Good job. *thumbs up* Yeeeeaaahhh!!!

I can't say that I can make them just yet. I'm gonna have to cancel OtakuCards for now I'm sorry to say. I may bring them back when I get more time, but right now a lot of things are happening that are keeping my life a bit too busy. This was easy back when I had exams because I had no homework, but that was long ago. I'm sorry to announce this, but it is true. Hopefully OtakuCards will return once again.

Apprentice seems to be different than the computer game. Though it's played online, it is not Magic The Gathering Online which is paid for. This is free and has started to go out of date (3 years old) and not many play it. You can play a solitare game which isn't much help for me or just simply go online and fight someone, but I can never find anyone which is kind of a bummer.

Isn't Enders a game series? Or am I thinking of Zone of Enders... I am... well... I'm having a stupid moment... right... I'm getting stupider.... erm... haven't read the books... at my rate of stupiding, I'll probably be to dumb to read the books ^^

I found them easy (except Math. I hate math. failed that miserably). I liked them because we got doughnuts, breaks between them to mess around, half day! I Like them better than regular school days. Heck, i want them again ^^

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Semjaza Azazel [/i] [B]You could try downloading the demo of the computer game. There is also an online version, but you should look for the single player demo from a few years ago. Someone should have it still. I recommend that because it forces you to play by the rules, and having someone to play against allows you to learn far more quickly... Even those this is a computer heh. Otherwise, find someone that knows how to play, that's the best way to learn it. I've personally barely even read the books because of that. [/B][/QUOTE] Yes. Like I said before, I did download the online version thingy. It's called Apprentice, but I can't find anyone with it. But Lalaith Ril, here, is helpin' me learn so it's all good.

Supposedly Magic is really easy, but I can't seem to find a way to learn. The rulebook I downloaded off the site says on it's cover page that i must get the guide book because that book I downloaded just answers basic questions, not explaining the game.

Yeah. I downloaded the rulebook. But it says I need to buy the one with the starter decks. Not only are they hardly in stores, but I'm broke :/ (plus, saving money for the new Zelda game)

I'm just trying to learn how to play Magic, but haven't yet. I've had about 300-400 cards for about 3 years and I've finally picked them up again and tried to learn how to play. My friend told me to download Apprentice from mtgonline.org in which I did. It doesn't help, though. It doesn't even explain how to really use the program anyways. Crazy times :P

Yeah. No homework sounds SWEE-EEEET! But unfortunately, you also don't have PE so no way. That stuff roxorz!

I wrote it a while back for drama and English class. So, I think you'll like it. If you watched the Indiana Jones and the Last crusade movie recently, you'll love it even more. (by the way, for those of you that don't know, my name is Gavin ;) ) [B]Indiana Gavin and the Last Croissant[/b] The train roared on into the night, but let?s not get ahead of ourselves. Earlier before this, three men were digging in the heart of a murky cave. ?You sure we?ll find it here, Boss?? one man asked. ?Of course we?ll find it.? His boss replied then sniffed the air. ?I can smell it.? His henchmen sniffed as well, then plugged their noses in response. ?Eww?? ?Shut up and keep digging!? The Boss ordered. They shoveled through the mounds of dirt ?til they saw the corner of a rusty kid?s lunch box. ?Here it is! Dig, boys! Dig!? And so they did. The lunch box was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen even though it looked like it was 400 years old in which it was. They took a crowbar to it and cracked it open not knowing that it was not locked nor the lid wasn?t jammed. During this occasion, two shadows lurk in the depths. It was Indiana Gavin and his loyal friend, Weswood. They could hear the men in the cave and came to investigate. Indiana went o one side of the cave where the three men were and Weswood went to the other. They peered down at the characters with the lunchbox. ?This is it, boys!? cried the leader. ?This is it! Ha, ha!? They reached their hands in the lunchbox and carefully raised a moldy croissant from it?s niche. Flies swarmed as the 2 other henchmen danced around gaily. ?We?re rich!? they bellowed, but were bonked on the head by their boss. ?Quiet, you idiots. I hear someone.? Indiana bit his lip and hushed Weswood. Weswood didn?t know what he was saying, though. ?I said,? Indiana repeated in a hush voice, ?Don?t let them know we?re here. Be quiet!? Weswood put a hand to his ear and gestured for Indiana to repeat louder. Indiana sighed and yelled, ?DON?T LET THEM KNOW WE?RE HERE! BE QUIET!? That?s when the 3 men noticed them. Weswood nodded. ?Okay!? Indiana slapped his forehead and got up. ?Run, Forest! Run! I mean, Run Weswood! Run!? Weswood did while Indiana Gavin jumped down to the 3 punks. ?Hey! Look over there! It?s me not stealing this croissant from you.? The 3 men looked and Indie ran off with the moldy pastry. The boss turned around and shouted in anger. ?Get him!? Indiana ran down the rocky mountain side and jumped down onto his horse and rode off. The men, unfortunately, were not too far behind. But Indiana was smart. Well, not that smart, but smart enough to lose those punks by jumping on a train. Only the boss was able to follow. Soon, the two stood on the train?s roof alone. Yes. Like at the beginning. Oddly, it?s not night, though. Anyways, they were there. ?Hand over the croissant, boy!? the boss urged. ?Never! It belongs in somebody?s stomach!? ?How about mine?? ?No. That?s not how it works.? ?Ah, man. Well, I?m afraid I?ll have to take it by force.? ?Yeah. I saw that one coming.? Suddenly ninjas appeared out of nowhere. ?Oh c?mon! Ninjas? Not ninjas.? ?I?m sorry. I ran out of useless henchmen that only know how to not kill things.? ?Well, I?ll let it slide this time.? ?Thanks. NOW DIE!? The ninjas started fighting, but Indiana was too good for the,. This called for drastic measures. The ninjas took out a sub and started eating it while fighting Indiana. There soon was too many of them for Indiana and he had to make a run for it. The ninjas chased him down the train, but he fell through the roof of one cart and collapsed to the floor of a lion?s cage. It roared loudly and Indiana backed away. He looked around the room for a weapon to defend himself. There was a machine gun, a bazooka, a few medieval swords, acid spray, a lion-killing machine. Stuff like that. Then he laid eyes on a whip. ?A whip! Alright!? He picked it up and whipped the lion?s nose. ?Ow!? the lion cried. ?That really hurts!? And then he broke into tears. ?I?m sorry.? Indiana apologized. ?I didn?t mean to hurt you.? ?Well, you did.? ?Look, I?ll be right back. I?ll get a band aid and a lollipop. You?ll be just fine.? And with that, Indiana Gavin climbed out of the cart and right into the arms of the boss of those bad people. ?Well look who it is.? ?Let go of me!? Indiana cried. ?Okay.? He just did just like that and Indiana jumped from the train and escaped. The boss walked to the end of the train and said, ?Man, that was a good sub.? Indiana got home and ran into his father?s room, Mickey Gavin. ?Father! Father! Look!? ?Quiet, Billy.? ?Umm? it?s Indiana.? ?Quiet!? That?s when some ninjas appeared and beat Indiana up while Mickey just did his paperwork. The ninjas started stabbing Indiana while Mickey fixed a picture on his wall. The ninjas started using Indiana as a jump rope as Mickey petted some kittens. Then the boss walked in through the doors. He took the croissant out of the limp hand of Indiana. ?Face it kid. We won. HAHAHAHAHAHA! Hm.? ?I?ll get it back. You?ll see.? 15 years later? He got it back. After getting it back, he went to his home to talk to his good friend, Westery. ?So, you got back the croissant?? Westery asked. ?Yes. The very last one. I?ve been waiting fifteen years for this.? And with that, he ate the croissant that was 415 years old. Then he had to use the restroom. The very next day, Indiana Gavin was summoned by a mysterious man. When he got to this man?s house, he was surprised to find it was Ben Franklin. ?Aren?t you dead?? he asked. ?Come on in.? Ben replied with a grin. They stepped inside and seated themselves in the living room. Many artifacts lay about the area. ?Nice place you?ve got here.? Indiana had to admit. ?I try.? Ben replied. ?Or do you?? ?What?? ?You heard me.? ?Okay? have a look at this, Mr. Gavin.? ?Alright? what is it?? ?Well, I thought you out of anyone would recognize a ham sandwich.? ?Well, it is my favorite.? ?Now put the sandwich down and have a look at these inscriptions printed onto this paper.? ?Let me see.? Indiana investigated the markings on the piece of paper. ?Why, this is incredible. I didn?t know they had tomato soup back then.? Ben swiped the page. ?That?s my shopping list. These are the inscriptions found.? Ben handed Indiana the right paper. ?It speaks of the Holy Dribble Cup that Jesus drank from at the Last Supper. The only dribble cup to spill on Jesus? garments.? ?Yes. And it even says where it is. Indie, I need you.? ?I?m sorry, Ben Franklin. I?m not that way.? ?That?s not what I meant! I mean, I need you to find the Holy Dribble Cup!? ?Why?? ?Why? Simple. If we get the Dribble Cup, not only will it be a piece of history, but it?ll reborn the Croissant Factory!? ?but how does getting a Holy Dribble Cup that was used as a prank on Jesus going to save a croissant factory.? ?Be on your way now. And good luck, Indiana Gavin!? ?Look, I never signed up onto this job.? ?You?ll have to because the Australians stole your father.? ?Australians? Stole?? ?Sorry. I mean, the nazis have kidnapped your father!? ?That?s better.? Moments pass after that. Franklin was the one to break the silence. ?Umm? this is where you act surprised and except my offer.? ?Oh is it? Already? Okay? FATHER! When do I begin?? It didn?t take long for them all to find out where the nazis hid out. In fact, they found out right when you were reading this. They now knew the enemy location. The only problem was getting in. Mickey Gavin was locked up in the room when suddenly Indiana rushed in. ?Roger! How did you find me?? Mickey asked. ?I got help and it?s Indiana!? Indiana replied gracefully. ?And how did you get in here?? ?The front door was unlocked.? ?Ah. I see.? ?Now, c?mon. Let?s get moving.? ?Not so fast.? came a familiar voice. Indiana turned around. ?Ben Franklin?? ?Yes! It is I! Ben Franklin.? ?Well, I got my father and I?m going home.? ?Not so fast.? ?You already said that.? ?I know. I just like saying it. Now then, have you forgotten about my little quest?? ?What? The one to find diapers that don?t give a rash?? ?No! That?s later. I mean the one where your finding the Holy Dribble Cup!? ?The Holy Dribble Cup?? Mickey butted in. ?I know where it is.? Ben walked up to Mickey with a gun. ?Then you may be of some help.? ?Ben! Just who?s side are you on? You keep switching. It?s making this story really confusing!? ?Well? I? uh?? ?Let me get this straight. You?re a nazis and you want my father and I to get the Holy Dribble Cup for you. Why kidnap my father then? You could of just asked us to get it for you. Ya know? And another thing, earlier in this story, you said that I?m going to have to find the Dribble Cup because my father was kidnapped. That doesn?t make sense!? ?Knock him out.? And so they did. When Indiana Gavin awoke, he found himself in a large temple that smelled a bit like almonds. ?Wha?? ?Ah. Your awake just in time, Indiana.? Ben Franklin appeared before him. ?Franklin.? ?That?s my name. Don?t wear it out.? ?Huh?? ?I know what you are, but what am I?? ?But-? ?I?m not listening. La, la, la, la, la?? ?Stop it!? ?Sorry. Now then, go get the Holy Dribble Cup!? ?Never!? ?Maybe this will change your mind.? Ben walked up to Mickey and ate a cookie over him. The crumbs landed on Mickey?s face. ?Make him stop!? Indiana?s father cried. ?Alright! I?ll do it!? ?I?m glad you see it my way.? ?I?ll never see it your way.? ?But you just did.? ?Or did I?? Ben made a look and Indiana walked into the temple. This was it. The first test was test of skill. The room was covered in spider webs and very dark. Suddenly, out of nowhere came a chessboard. An old man appeared behind it. ?I am here to test your skill.? he said. ?Win and you may pass. Lose? and get a lollipop. Then you die!? ?Simple enough.? Indiana said and he sat down to play ?Alright. Ready.? ?Excellent. I?ll go first.? ?Why do you get to go first?? ?Well, fine. You go first. ?No. Now I don?t want to.? ?Then I?ll go.? ?Why can?t I go first?? ?You just said-FINE! Go!? ?What?s wrong with the board? Did you poison it?? ?Just go!? And so he did. ?You can?t move a pawn 5 spaces diagonally!? cried the old man. ?What about 5 spaces forward?? ?No!? ?What?s the horsy do?? ?It?s a knight. You can move 3 spaces in an ?L? shape.? ?Why not a ?G? shape?? ?What?? ?Or a ?U? shape?? ?Because that?s the rules!? ?You don?t make good rules.? ?I didn?t make them.? ?Okay. King me.? ?You can?t-GAH!? The old man blew up in frustration for some odd reason. Everyone behind Indiana clapped and urged him on. The second test was of the mind. Indiana stepped into a room and the lights came on revealing a teacher, a desk, and a chair. ?Time for ACTs!? the teacher said evilly. ?NOOOO!!!? cried Indiana who started to run back. ?I can?t do this!? Then he heard a voice from above. ?Don?t run! Help the person you see.? Indiana straightened up and nodded. ?God?s right. I must help father.? Then he ran off. A man was oddly trapped at the top of the ceiling at this time. ?no! Help me, you idiot! I have been up here for 2 years and have been surviving off of dead bugs. Hello? Anyone there? Oh?? Indiana rushed into the classroom, pencil sharpened. ?Bring those ACTs on!? Indie sat down and started working, the thought of cheese in his head. Oh. And his father. Hours later, he finally finished and turned in his test. The teacher graded it and grinned. ?Well,? he said, ?You have gotten an outstanding grade. However, it?s not 100%. It is 99.9%! You failed!? Suddenly, the teacher was mauled by dozens of bugs and eaten alive. Indiana turned around and saw the man hanging from the ceiling waving. ?Go get ?em, Indiana Gavin!? Indiana nodded and ran off to the last challenge. ?Umm.. Wait. Could you get me down first?? The last challenge was to get to the door. But there was a cliff. The other ledge was 2 inches away. ?This looks like a long jump. Here we go.? He leapt and almost didn?t make it, but luckily was able to pull himself up and run through the door. ?He entered the room of the Holy Dribble Cup. It was dark so he flipped the switch on the wall. But to his surprise, a game show emerged and an audience clapped. Indiana was led to a booth which was right next to another of the same kind. Behind the other booth was Ben Franklin! ?Nice to see you here, Indiana.? ?How did you get here?? ?Umm? start the game show!? That?s when an announcer emerged out of nowhere. ?Welcome to ?Let?s Get That Cup?! I?m your host, Talex Mabeck! The rules are simple. There?s dozens of dribble cups, but only one won?t spill on you. Choose wisely or die. Enjoy!? Ben Franklin looked around the cups to see which one it was. Then, he just picked dup a random one and started to drink from it. Unfortunately for him, it spilled all over him and he cried out. ?No! It stained my shirt!? The it was Indiana?s turn. He looked around ?til he saw a wooden one. ?Made by a florist. I mean? made by a carpenter. This must be it.? He picked up and drank from it. It didn?t spill! ?Indiana Gavin is the winner!? yelled the announcer. But the cup was taken by Ben and he went towards the door. ?Give it back!? Indiana shouted angrily. ?Come get it.? That?s when Ben Franklin transformed into a Japanese style war robot. ?Who?s your daddy?? ?Mickey Gavin.? Mickey waved from the audience. ?That?s not what I meant! Now die!? Indiana whipped out his whip and sheepishly whipped a whip mark on Ben?s whipped foot. ?Great whipped potatoes and whip scream that hurts! What in all of God?s Green Goodness did such power come from?? And with that, Ben collapsed defeated. Just then, Mickey ran into the room. ?Robert!? ?It?s Indiana.? ?Yeah, yeah. Good news! The Croissant Factory reopened.? ?Yeah because I just got the dribble cup.? ?No. Because it?s under new management. Mr. Naners the chimp.? ?What?? Indiana threw the cup to the floor in anger and it shattered. Mickey starred in awe. ?That still could?ve gone to a museum.? ?Oops. Let?s run for it!? And so they did. Barely over the 2 inch jump, past the bugs eating some math papers, under the man on the ceiling. ?Help, please. I have an itchy nose.? They soon made it out of the temple before? it stayed perfectly fine. Oh well. ?Well, dad. Let?s go home.? ?Right, Bilbo Baggins.? ?Ugh? forget it.? And so they rode off into the sunset, fell off their horses, ate some beans, and rode off into the sunset once again. [b]The End[/b] [size=1]Or is it? Actually it is.[/size] You like? Long, aye?

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Dragon Warrior [/i] [B]Yet another poem I wrote within a half an hour. Maybe improvements need to be done because of that, but you be the happy go-lucky judge. Here it is... [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. [I]-Gavin K. Brown[/I] If you have any questions, comments, blah blah blah, feel free to post 'em. But I have one question and you have to look close to know. What do you think happened in the end? [/B][/QUOTE] I don't see a "when" in there, but don't worry about it. You're not stupid. most of the people that have read it didn't catch that. trust me. It's about a 10% chance someone did.

Yeah. My next poem I started writing has 4 lines instead of 2 as you said. Plus, that was about a half an hour's worth so you can guess why it's goofy. You like the word stanza, don't ya? Heh. You've got it Dragonstar. More to come.

Man, waht's wrong wit you people? I LOVE PE. It's the darn greatest! w00t! Long live PE. But health class? It can burn!

I have SO many... where to start. Ah. Here's a few that I made up. "Wish upon an elbow" "Well, now that Kenny Rogers has been tamed..." "Well, I do like to put mashed Potatoes in my ears, but salsa? C'MON!" I'll give ya more later. ;)

Indeed. But then again, poetry is a harsh mistress ^^ Thanks for the compliments all.

I'm a writer. You can see some of my current work on here or past work. Whatever. But I'll help ya anyways ^^