Dragon Warrior

[size=1]We haven't gone. We just have gotten very busy :P But I'll do you the favor and take your "Menina" for a spin. [b]Claimed[/b].[/size]

[size=1]I found out late last night. I honestly thought it was a bunch of jokes news articles until I Googled it finding out that such respectable news covers such as USAToday had it up. It seemed like no one knew about it that I talked to, even some people from OB, so I was still curious if it was a joke. But I see it's not. And I'm upset. I'm not an Aussie, but heck, you don't have to be to fully appreciate the man. He was quick, but not quick enough for that stingray. He was a great man to parody too because he had such an original aura about him. He had his own style. What's even sadder is if you google "Steve Irwin Died" on Google Image search, the first few images are him holding the baby over the crocodile. Huh. I hope that's not how he'll be remembered.[/size]

[center][img]http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/4751/spongeboootakupantsec2.jpg[/img] [FONT=Trebuchet MS]Are you ready, you retards? >:^D [b]Hell no.[/b] I can't hear you! Speak the @#%$ up! >: O [b]HELL NO![/b] Well, too bad >: O [size=1][i]Ooooohhhh...[/i] who lives in a post in a thread on the boards? [b]SPONGEBOO OTAKUPANTS![/b] Who flames all his neighbors and collects shiny swords? [b]SPONGEBOO OTAKUPANTS![/b] If retarded adventures be somethin' you fear. [B]SPONGEBOO OTAKUPANTS![/b] Then too bad, bitch, because they are here >:^D [B]SPONGEBOO OTAKUPANTS![/B] [B]SPONGEBOO OTAKUPANTS! SPONGEBOO OTAKUPANTS! SPONGEBOO OTAKUPANTS! SPONGEBOOOO OTAKUPAAAANTSSS![/b][/font][/size] ----------[/center] Now that that's out of the way, welcome to my latest journey into storyland. I have dared to take upon an Otaku Parody once again sadly. But the idea was too delicious to pass up. It was either this or a perverted version ([spoiler]Spongeboob O.o;[/spoiler]). The story is coming, but for now, I shall just give you the character bios along with what members they represent. So enjoy this while episode one is still being made :) Comments are welcome (since I can't post the first episode without one at least). [indent] [img]http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7636/spongebooaw8.jpg[/img] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] Spongeboo Otakupants [*][b]Member:[/b] Boo [*][b]Character Parodied:[/b] Spongebob Squarepants [*][b]Personality:[/b] The silly main character of our story. Spongeboo runs around the boards causing little misadventures for fellow residents of Otaku Bottom. He is happy, good-natured, likes mischief (those two next to each other seem like an oxy moron), and loves to par-tay! [*][b]Information:[/b] Like I said before, he causes much damage to Otaku Bottom. It's no wonder a lot of the members there despise him.[/list] [img]http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/6358/patributionta3.jpg[/img] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] Patribution [*][b]Member:[/b] Retribution [*][b]Character Parodied:[/b] Patrick Star [*][b]Personality:[/b] Dumb. And gangsta. Or he tries to be. But he's still too dumb. And happy :^D But dumb... [*][b]Information:[/b] As said above, he's dumb and a poser.[/list] [img]http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/5288/smurfswarddp7.jpg[/img] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] Smurfsward [*][b]Member:[/b] Para Smurf [*][b]Character Parodied:[/b] Squidward Tentacles [*][b]Personality:[/b] Grumpy. He often hates everyone, especially Spongeboo. He'll constantly pick at Otakupants just to have some laughs, but Spongeboo annoys him beyond all reason. [*][b]Information:[/b] He's Spongeboo's neighbor who likes his solitude. He also unfortunately works in the same place as Spongeboo. How awkward ;_;[/list] [img]http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/6564/mrbosshc3.jpg[/img] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] Mr. Boss [*][b]Member:[/b] The Boss [*][b]Character Parodied:[/b] Mr. Eugene Crabs [*][b]Personality:[/b] Bossy. He likes money, he likes to be in charge, he's one unstoppable pimp. He has true class about him and is only happy when he's wealthy or neck-deep in ladies. [*][b]Information:[/b] Mr. Boss owns the Otaku Lounge, a popular restaurant in Otaku Bottom. His two only employees are Spongeboo and Smurfsward. All Mr. Boss cares about is money, women, and Pearlmaru.[/list] [img]http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/1245/whanktonic7.jpg[/img] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] Whankton [*][b]Member:[/b] White [*][b]Character Parodied:[/b] Plankton [*][b]Personality:[/b] EVIL! Whankton wants to rule the Boards, but he can't. He is usually angry and quick-tempered. But when he has an evil scheme, he gets pretty crazy. He is far greedier than his arch nemesis, Mr. Boss. [*][b]Information:[/b] He must over-throw King Jamestune and that's a difficult task. He also envies Mr. Boss who owns the Otaku Lounge. Whankton owns the slightly less popular Introduction Lounge, which often is spammed and flamed with several newbies who have yet to learn the rules. Therefore, his place is often empty.[/list] [img]http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3686/sandymb0.jpg[/img] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] Sandy [*][b]Member:[/b] Sandy [*][b]Character Parodied:[/b] Sandy Cheeks [*][b]Personality:[/b] Cheerful, kind, and always thinking of others, Sandy is one of the only voices of reason around the boards. He'll make sure things are done right. [*][b]Information:[/b] Upon coming to Otaku Bottom, Sandy befriended Spongeboo and Patribution. The three are often seen together and Sandy is often the one getting the other two out of trouble.[/list] [img]http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/5750/kingjamestunegb2.jpg[/img] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] King Jamestune [*][b]Member:[/b] James [*][b]Character Parodied:[/b] King Neptune [*][b]Personality:[/b] ??? [*][b]Information:[/b] Lord of Otaku Bottom.[/list] [img]http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/2598/gavybj6.jpg[/img] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] Gavy [*][b]Member:[/b] Gavin [*][b]Character Parodied:[/b] Gary [*][b]Personality:[/b] For being a pet, Gavy is kind of rude. He'll often yell at Spongeboo, tell him what to do, and occassionally make him cry. Gavy enjoys Star Wars and doing his own thing. He also knows how to roll a nice one. [*][b]Information:[/b] Gavy sleeps around, eats around, and lives around Spongeboo's post. He really doesn't do a whole lot or contribute to anything at all.[/list] [img]http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/8029/mrspanduffdv4.jpg[/img] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] Mrs. Panduff [*][b]Member:[/b] Panda [*][b]Character Parodied:[/b] Mrs. Puff [*][b]Personality:[/b] Mrs. Panduff is a kind and sweet older woman who teaches at the Otaku Bottom school. Though she's very gentle, Spongeboo can push her buttons. [*][b]Information:[/b] She is the teacher at the Otaku Bottom School. There isn't much more about her yet.[/list] [img]http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/2238/pearlmarugd3.jpg[/img] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] Pearlmaru [*][b]Member:[/b] Shinmaru [*][b]Character Parodied:[/b] Pearl Crabs [*][b]Personality:[/b] Pearlmaru is a big drama queen. He'll/she'll try to get whatever he/she wants and often Mr. Boss, her/his father will get it for him/her. [*][b]Information:[/b] Is Pearlmaru a guy or girl?[/list] [img]http://img76.imageshack.us/img76/6749/jokofishlt6.jpg[/img] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] Jokofish [*][b]Member:[/b] Jokopoko [*][b]Character Parodied:[/b] Jellyfish [*][b]Personality:[/b] Umm... I dunno? [*][b]Information:[/b] People often like to catch Jokofish for their Jokojelly. Scientists say that their "jelly" we squeeze out is actually stuff from their bladder, but manufacturers say it's delicious :^D[/list][/indent] I'd also like to thank White for some help on the idea.

[indent][size=1]White and grey ash fluttered down all around like snow, though no one around could make this accusation since snow was something they had never witnessed before. Arturo wiped some of it off his shirt, leaving dark smudges in the white cloth. He studied the buildings, knowing Diego went into hiding. "Where are you, Senor Diego?" he mumbled under his breath, his eyes panning the streets. He twirled around and drew his pistols. "Not this time!" He fired and a figure fell to the ground dead. But it was not Diego. It was a careless townsperson who wished to get a better view of the fight. Arturo stared down and sighed. Suddenly a hole was blown through the wall next to him and he jumped. Diego was on the roof across the street on the general store. He was firing his shotgun again with God-knows-what as the bullets this time. Arturo made his way into the building, which he had previously been thrown against rather roughly from the explosion earlier. Pushing around the upturned tables and chairs, he could see it was a bar. Upon closer inspection, one could see it hadn't been used in quite a while. "Thank God. I need a drink." He hopped over the counter and took a quick swig of the nearest liquor. Wiping his mug, he jumped back over the counter and out the back entrance. Naturally Diego was waiting for him there and another barrage of bullets came Arturo's way. They pierced the doorway's treshold with Arturo nimbly dodging. He disappeared around a building, but Diego was not sure if he had entered it. Diego carefully made his way down the street, keeping close to the side of building. He was sniffing the air and his eyes were moving every which way. His heart was beating a million miles per hour. But whose wouldn't? Arturo's was beating too. He sat in a small building, back against the wall, staring at the side closest to the street. A family cowered in the corner. Only the husband of the family held a shotgun. Any time now, Diego would come walking by. The building Arturo was in was made of wood, almost designed like an old barn. It was barely holding together. You could see light and shadow creepy through the planks of the side of the building. This included Diego's shadow. Arturo cocked his gun and readied it. Then, upon deciding not to, he looked to the family. He asked for a trade, handing the man his pistol in exchange for the shotgun. Then he sat back down and waited. Soon enough, Diego was clearly passing the building. His shadow moved along the side, removing the light from between the planks as he passed by. Arturo waited until he was in front of him before firing. It was only a matter of seconds... Then he fired. The shotgun blast was so powerful it shot through the wall of the building and hit Diego on the other side, sending him flying across the street. Diego fell to the ground with a [i]THUD![/i], dropping the shotgun of his own and holding his arm. Arturo stared through the hole in the wall at his opponent. Satisfied, he traded the shotgun back for his pistol and made his way outside, still incognito. The shotgun had clearly hit Diego in the arm, which wasn't such an awful fate, it being his left arm, but he still needed it to fully use that shotgun of his. Arturo must've handicapped him a little. And enough to bring things to Arturo's favor. Certainly things just got interesting.[/size][/indent]

[indent][size=1]People in the country were always friendly. You could fall from the heavens and land on their porch and they'd give you a fine "Howdy-doo!" In most cases, they'd invite you in for supper. But in the city, a man could be shot for just carrying a pinata shaped like a large pair of breasts. "You're sick!" "Get those off the street!" "There are children around, perverts!" "My sister has breast cancer, you ass!" "Myers," Mike said in a worried tone. "I think people are yelling obscene things at us." "Nonsense, Mike," Myers replied calmly, wearing one of the over-sized sombreros on his head. "You'll feel better when we're back in the office." "Hey, buddy," said a woman who looked strangely like a man in a wig. "Lookin' for a good time?" She (He?) eyed the pinata and stroked her (his?) beard. "Myers," Mike whimpered. "C'mon, let's make haste," Myers squeeled and the two scrambled down the street. It wasn't long before they could see the office building in a distance. But they grew weary and all this traversing caused hunger in them. They decided to make a pitstop at a small restaurant on one of the many city blocks. "What can I get for..." The waitress stopped and peered at the large set of breasts seated next to Myers. She cleared her throat, stared a little more in wonderment, then continued. "What can I get for you two today?" "Let's see," said Mike, face buried in his menu, "it's still morning, so I guess I'll have some eggs." "Flapjacks," Myers chimed. "Gotta love those flappyjacks." "Sure thing," said the waitress in the most unenthused voice imaginable. She took the menus from their hands and wandered away. "Pervs." "What's up with this?" Mike asked Myers when the waitress disappeared into the kitchen. "We're interns. I don't think we're meant to be running errands like this. What could that guy possibly want with a pinata full of porn?" "I'd find that handy at any party," Myers said, eyeing the erotic paper mache game. "He was intoxicated. It was clearly a drunk errand." "Yeah, yeah," Myers discarded it. The waitress came back surprisingly early with the meals. "That was fast," Mike admired. "Wait, you didn't just dig these up from the trash, did you?" Myers pulled some unidentifiable piece of food from his flapjacks, which were clearly eaten a little previously, whether by humans or rats. "No," the waitress said monotonously. "Did you spit in them or something?" "Okay, maybe that." Mike looked sharply at the woman. "Now can you please stand up? The kind folks in here wanted me to kick you both in the crotch." Mike and Myers both sighed and began standing up. "Okay, but just this once." The two interns continued walking down the street... "... singing doo wa diddy diddy dum diddy doo." "Shut up, Myers," Mike scolded. He rubbed his crotch soarly. "I just want to get this back to the office and start [i]real[/i] work." "I dunno," Myers grinned. "I'm starting to get used to having these around." He smirked at the pinata with pride as a wave of more obnoxious statements were made their way. "Way to promote female rights, assholes!" "My wife's boobs are small, you jerk!" "Dose are sum HUUUUUGE boobies!" "Okay, maybe we should get back quickly," Myers agreed and the two sprinted the rest of the way to the office. Upon trying the automatic door, Myers became stuck and Mike had to help him through. The two walked over to the elevator and pushed the button. "Let's just get these unusual objects to that drunk and go to our cubicle." The doors to the elevator opened and the two started their way in. "Dose are sum HUUUUUGE boobies!" Mike sighed as the elevator closed. When it opened again, they were greeted with lots of stares and looks of disgust. Myers caught the eye of an attractive woman and he shot her a smile. "Oh yeah, I roll that way." She turned away with a "Hmf!" and he followed Mike to Gary's cubicle. By this time, Gary had passed out. The two interns had missed his drunk ranting, which consisted of something about pineapples taking over Wisconsin and if George Lucas and Michael Moore mated, they would make Kevin Smith. Mike and Myers decided to just put the sombreros, pinata and credit card on his desk and walk away slowly, but without luck. Gary woke up. "Huh? What the hell is all this?" "It's what you wanted," Mike said annoyed. "Oh yeah," Gary said. He eyed the items questionably. "Do I smell flapjacks?" "We better be getting to our cubicle." "Yeah, yeah, go on," Gary waved them off, and so they left him. "I have better things to do anyways." He picked up the pinata shaped like a pair of breasts and stared at it. A woman passed by, stopped, and looked at him. He saw this and smiled at her. "Oh yeah, I roll that way."[/size][/indent]

[indent][size=1]"I'm telling you, man," Myers said to Mike as they seated themselves in the café, "Folgers is shit." "No way," Mike disagreed. "Best part of waking up." "That slogan's so overdone." Mike shook his head and stirred his coffee. Myers' eyes scanned the room and he smiled devilishly. "Man, this place [i]is[/i] loaded with babes." "What?" Mike looked up. Myers' eyes landed on Quyen as she walked away from the counter to the condiments section to add the appropriates to her drink. "I think we'll like it here." Suddenly a crippled old man came wobbling up to their table, shaking uncontrollably from old age. "Haha, bitches!" A mop was in his hand and he was donned in a large blue jumpsuit. It was obvious he was an age-old janitor. "Who the hell are you?" Mike asked surprised. "Name's Jenkins and I'm a janitor here." The old man tipped his hat. "Why'd you shout 'bitches' at us?" Myers felt almost frightened. "I know why you boys are here. Believe it or not, the best females in the town work in this office building. And if not, some of the best come in here." Myers and Michael looked at each other before Jenkins gripped Myers around the shoulders with a wrinkly arm. "Yessir, this place is a babefest. You can get lucky here." Myers eyed the old janitor. "Sir, you're starting to freak us out." "Haha," chuckled Jenkins. "I can't even get started on how many fine bitches I've had here." "Ooookay," Mike said, turning away. "Trust me on that. The gettin's good here." "Oh, c'mon, sir," Myers shouted, removing Jenkin's arm from around him. "I'm eating." Jenkins laughed and winked, which caused Myers and Mike to think he was coming onto them. "Remember what I said," he warned, backing up into a trash can. "Remember the fine ass bitches." Then he was gone. Myers and Mike shuddered. "Ugh, there goes my sex drive," Mike mumbled. "Well, that was the creepiest thing I've ever seen," Myers said, indulging in his coffee.[/indent][/size]

[indent][size=1]Mercutio stumbled into the diner looking rather lost. It was a late hour and hardly any patrons were there, but he still came for his regular meal. He wobbled to a stool at the counter, looking intoxicated, though he was completely sober. Not a drop of alcohol had touched his lips in years. The owner, who was very familiar with Mercutio, came over and smiled. He was one of Mercutio's only friends. "Mercutio! How can I help you?" he said in a thick Italian accent. "I come here how often and you have to ask me that?" Mercutio replied monotonously. The owner smiled as he got together the meal. "I was just hoping you'd surprise me tonight." "You know I don't like surprises, Guiliano," Mercutio said, sipping his complimentary glass of water. He struck up a cigarette and puffed it a bit. His eyes wandered toward Guiliano, who was still busying himself. He obviously had the meal all ready to go since Mercutio never failed to come to this diner at the same time. Not to mention, he always ordered the same. Guiliano looked over his shoulder and back to his work. "Yah, yah..." he replied a little late. Then he walked over to where Mercutio was seated and placed the plate down. "There you are. Eggs and toast with some hash-a browns." Mercutio eyed it questionably, but ate it anyways. He wasn't about to quiz Guiliano on his abilities in cooking. He did eat here often. "Quiet night, eh?" Guiliano made small talk. Mercutio chewed the eggs and swallowed. He answered without looking to the Italian's face. "Nah. Just a lot of crime. People don't want to be out tonight and the police are elsewhere." Guiliano nodded, washing a few dishes in the sink. "You should get home, Mercutio." "And you should work on not burning the hash browns, Guiliano." Guiliano chuckled and arched his shoulders. "Hey!" he said. "It's been a long night. What do ya expect?" "I expect better food." Nevertheless, Mercutio had quickly devoured the plate and stood up. He placed more than enough money on the counter and nodded. "Night, Guiliano." "See you again tomorrow, same time," Guiliano called to Mercutio as he walked out the door. For a moment, Mercutio stood in the street staring up at the sky. From where he was, it was clear and the stars could be seen. He smoked the cigarette a little more before chucking it to the ground. Breathing out, he let the smoke go in a stream before disappearing like a ghost in the wind. "Tonight's not just quiet," he spoke to himself out loud. His hands moved to his collar and he ruffled his coat a bit to tighten it around him. "It's strangely colder." He then made his way home for the night.[/size][/indent]

[size=1]Quell tossed the busted jetpack aside, now just a hunk of metal that was sizzling and smoking to high heavens. He cracked his back and dusted himself off. The cloth around his torso was now completely burned away, mainly from the explosion that had occurred there moments ago. The armor had protected him from being blown away himself. He twirled the pistols in his hands skillfully and kept his eyes on his target. Andrea had lost the smile she tends to carry as she went back to her more serious mode of action. She did not wait for Quell's fancy gunwork to cease before taking to her agility and running around the area at lightning speed. Once more, she released both wheels, each activated with their specialty. Fire whisked by Quell's neck as he dodged the Thunder Wheel aimed at his shins. Now catching on again, he made sure to evade the wheels as they came screaming back to their owner in pursuit of claiming Quell's head. Upon doing so and letting Andrea catch them, Quell made a dash for her, then jumped. Andrea had not seen Quell move as fast that this before, so it was almost a shock. A swift mid-air kick to her face sent her flying into a building side. She did recover and stayed put. Quell took off his hat for the first time in the battle and waved it in his face to catch a small breeze. "Now there. You made me go and dunnit." He put the hat back on and stood up straight, pistols still drawn. "Amazin' how heavy that there jetpack is and how quicker I kin move without 'er." He turned away from his unconscious opponent and saw Dark still having a tassle with Mask. "Yeehaw!" he hollered before running towards Mask. He aimed his pistols and fired several shots into the dust, each one barely zipping past Mask. Mask was good at avoiding shots, but having to dodge both Dark's moves and Quell's bullets proved far more difficult. Eventually a bullet found its way into his side and Dark let his fist fly into Mask's face. He flew to the ground, holding his side. Quell readied his pistol. He had only a few shots left and was ready to end this. Dark stood by his side, prepared to do what had to be done. Mask looked up at the two, blood trickling down his face. It was obvious Dark had broken his nose far beyond repair. It didn't matter, though. The end for him was now. "Any last words?" Quell teased. "I just wanted to say that," he chuckled to Dark, who didn't seem to find it funny at all. Quell shut up and stared back at Mask, whose attention had wandered toward his older sister. She laid still a little distance away, propped up against the side of a building. She didn't move. A new anger raged through Mask and he jumped up at a speed that was never seen before. Taken by surprise, Dark and Quell had no time to move. Mask kicked Dark clear through a wall and knocked the pistols right out of Quell's hands. With that, he began fist fighting Quell. His punches were so quick and strong that they began denting in Quell's armor. Eventually, he got a shot to the side of Quell's face, sending him spinning around before falling to the sand. Quell looked up just as Dark hung limpy from the hole in the wall. A pistol lay right next to Quell's arm, so he made a quick movement to grab for it. A wheel suddenly came zipping through, slicing the gun in half. It returned to Andrea's hand, who now stood up, completely revived of her unconscious state. Mask smirked and looked to his sister, who nodded back and readied herself to finish the two. The tables had turned again.[/size]

[size=1]Okay, I'll crack a question at you, my fellow Gavin :) In your cast list under "Villains," you have the Ginyu Force all as one. Would I have to sign up as the whole Ginyu Force or can I just be one of them? Jeice was always my favorite character in the Dragon Ball series, so I can't help but be kinda partial to just him :)[/size]

[center][img]http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/6135/casadiablozi2.jpg[/img] [b]Fighters[/b] Dragon Warrior - [i]Arturo Domingo[/i] The Boss - [i]Diego El Greco[/i] [b]The Judge[/b] Ezekiel - [i]Umm... the judge. Like I said.[/i] [b]Number Of Posts[/b] Three Each ----------[/center] [indent][size=1]Cacto Que Muere was silent as death that day. This made sense because there would be death there. Only a matter of time before the cards were dealt and the game would begin. The people of the town took to their homes and shelters, leaving the dusty streets bare. In only seconds, Cacto Que Muere appeared as if it had been a ghost town for years. Only two figures tredded the dirt after folks became scarce. They were the two that were to duel. A man in a black suit stood proudly with a readied shotgun in hand, squinting to keep the sun out of his eyes. He barely opened his mouth allowing the sunlight to gleam off his white teeth. He was standing completely still, as if awaiting the Grim Reaper to come and take him to the Land of the Dead. But he was staring at his opponent for the day. Directly across from him down the street was a man in a white shirt and black pants. He held nothing in his bare hands, but had them at ready to unsheath a gun from its holster at any point. The man in black spit into the dirt and stared back at the man in white. He stroked his shotgun and continued to stare, as if he was looking right through the man in white's soul. The man in black was known as Diego El Greco. He was pretty well known for his fancy work with that shotgun in his paws. Possibly just as well known as his foe that stood staring just down the road. The man in white went by Arturo Domingo. He was one of the fastest with a pistol in these parts and today he meant to show it. They were both proud men. They also both knew of one another. This made it difficult to try and kill the other. They had respect for each other and their abilities. So naturally the fight will be fair and fought with dignity. "Arturo," Diego spoke out of silence. "Que?" Arturo replied humbly. "Let's keep this fair, entienda?" Arturo nodded in agreement. "May the best hombre live." Diego nodded back. There was a moment of silent understanding, then they slowly walked toward one another. People in their houses stared out, curious of what would occur in their small village that day. All that was heard was wind. They could not hear the men breathing, walking, or speaking. Just the wind, eerily flowing through the town as if carrying the dead souls that would take the loser of the fight to their grave. They stopped close to twenty feet away from each other, the wind now picking up and swirling sand around their still forms. Diego had his shotgun in his right hand lowered to his side. Arturo's pistols were still sheathed in their holsters. Again, there was silence. Then movement. And though the village people were watching, they could not see what had just occurred. It had happened so quickly. They had only heard two gunshots.[/size][/indent]

[size=1]Hehe, you forget, though. They're not from the South. They're from Pigland :D[/size] [CENTER][size=3]Story V[/size] [SIZE=5]Batter To The Bone[/size][/CENTER] [size=1]I awoke in a daze staring about at my surroundings, which were mostly made up of assorted trash. I jumped at a sudden noise that echoed around the garbage can I was in. I recognized the voice. "Josh? Is that you?" I whispered. "Darn tootin'!" replied a waffle in the corner. It was true. It was my best friend Josh the Belgian Waffle. "Looks like we were tossed." "No!" I cried. "I'm too young to die! I'm such a hot, little pancake with my buttery surface and soft, doughy insides and mouth-watery-" "Okay!" Josh interrupted. "Shuddup before I toss my blueberries." "Sorry." "I reckon first things first." The waffle waddled over to me and seated himself on a Pepsi bottle cap. "We escape." "And then what?" "I dunno." "What do you mean you don't know?" "I dunno." "After we escape, what will we do?" "How 'bout we make our own sitcom?" "Josh, we're a pancake and a waffle. How can we get our own sitcom?" "Like this..." A week later, a new show would premier on Fox Tuesdays called "Batter To The Bone" about two rebel breakfast meals living a hard-knock life in New York City. This is how it begins... "Josh, I'm home," said Gavin the Pancake, followed by the audience cheering for his entrance. He walked over and hung up his flapjacket on the coatrack. "Yer late," Josh the Belgian Waffle grumbled. "Well, we've got a new detective in the office. A hard-boiled private eye. Calls himself Egg." The audience chuckles at the joke about an egg and being a hard-boiled detective. Gavin waits for the laughter to cease before he says, "What a funny yoke." The audience laughs again and the commercial break starts. The show was cancelled two days later.[/size]

[center][img]http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/6135/casadiablozi2.jpg[/img][/center] [indent][size=1]In Mexico, crime is what feeds many mouths in many parts. Particularly in one town of Cacto Que Muere, where two high and powerful crimelords conduct business. Slowly their rivalry causes the town to fall to shambles. They break out in random and spontaneous fights to kill off more of their competition. This spar is one of the many duels between two desperados from each side. Arturo Domingo and Diego El Greco shall fight this day. They are both aware of each other's abilities and background. They both have high respect for one another. This makes it difficult for them to kill one another, but nevertheless, if they want their jobs still, they must go through with it. That or be killed by their bosses themselves. By now, the townsfolk of Cacto Que Muere know when a duel will take place. They take refuge in their homes and hide their children, in hopes of sparing the young ones of the violence. Yes, the townsfolk are aware... a battle will take place this day.[/size][/indent] [center][b]The following is a spar between The Boss and myself. May the best man win.[/b] [size=3][b]WE NEED A JUDGE. PLEASE POST HERE THAT YOU WILL JUDGE. PLEASE ONLY DO THIS IF YOU HAVE THE TIME AND KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING.[/b][/size][/center] [indent][b][u]Arturo Domingo[/u][/b] [list][*][b]Gender:[/b] Male [*][b]Age:[/b] Twenty-Seven [*][b]Appearance:[/b] Arturo stands at 6'0" with a normal Mexican skin color of a lovely tan. His hair is long enough to touch his shoulders just barely and is as black as night. He has a mustache and slight goatee. His left front tooth is silver, which gleams in the sunlight. He is of average build and often wears just a white shirt with black pants accompanied by normal black boots. He cares not for fashion. Bullet straps cross his chest in an X with a belt full of holsters on his waist. He is missing his ring finger on his left hand, which was shot off in a previous duel. A prostetic metal one replaces it, but is inmobile. He wears a cross necklace to keep him safe in battle. [*][b]Weapons:[/b] [img]http://www.handgunsmag.com/featured_handguns/HGsingular_072804A.jpg[/img] The Cimarron Model P pistols are his number one choice. He took a fancy to them because of his father. He is a quick and accurate shot as well as quick to reload. He carries four of these pistols on himself. Still, it only holds so many rounds, so if he has to resort to anything because of a lack of bullets, he will switch to his other weapons. [img]http://www.handgunsmag.com/featured_handguns/HGpara_0925A.jpg[/img] His second choice is the Para-Ordnance CCW, which holds more rounds and will certainly last him longer in combat. Still, if all else fails, his quick thinking, knives, and tricks will get him where he needs to be. [*][b]Personality:[/b] Arturo is a passionate man. He has honor in him and will not take to just doing mindless killing. However, he will do whatever his boss says and if that is mindless killing, his honor is put in the passenger seat. Arturo still believes in a fair fight, however. But he will not hesitate to pull the trigger if you have somehow insulted him beyond reason or pissed him off big time. [*][b]Brief Info:[/b] Arturo's whole family got into crime long before even his grandfather was born. Ever since, they carried down the tradition. It's a wonder why Arturo isn't a big time crimelord like his brother. Instead, he works simply as a go-to guy for some bigshot in Cacto Que Muere. Like most of his family, he specializes in pistols, making him a quickshot and useful to his boss. He is still highly respected among his fellow criminals and hopes to retire to a nice condo on a beach with a lovely latina wife.[/list][/indent]

[size=1]Hah, thanks. And yeah, Gavin, I think we all know someone who's been in that situation ;)[/size] [CENTER][size=3]Story IV[/size] [SIZE=5]Pigland[/size][/CENTER] [size=1]Once upon a time, far off in a magical place called Pigland, Jack was sitting peacefully on his porch on his humble pig farm. That's when Farmer Mike arrived with his prized pig, Willders. "Howdy, Jack," Mike said, approaching the porch. "Afternoon," Jack replied, tipping his straw hat. "What can I do you fer?" "I have a proposition to make. You breed your pig Josh with my pig Willders." "Josh is a boy pig." "I know." "So is Willders." "Oh! Right," Mike said. "I meant breed Willders with your chicken Andrea." "They're two differ'nt species." "Umm... I knew that. I was just testin' you. I really want to breed Willders with Jake your big horse." "Are you retarded?" "Muh first grade teacher did say I was a little slow." "Jake is a horse and a boy." "I didn't say Jake. Did I say Jake? I meant I want Willders to breed with... umm... uhh..." Mike looked around and spotted a portrait of Jack's mom hanging proudly near the door. "... yer ma?" Moments later, there were several gunshots and Mike was chased off the farm. Jack stopped at his property boundaries and shouted, "Yer lucky yer my father or I'd shoot you fer insultin' our ma!"[/size]

[size=1]Haha, you're safe. I really don't listen to Sublime amazingly ;) But thank you for the comments. That goes for all of you.[/size] [CENTER][size=3]Story III[/size] [SIZE=5]Reading's For Yellabellies[/size][/CENTER] [size=1][i]The following is a story that takes place in an alternate dimension where reading materials were not invented. Oddly enough, we are at the same place we are now, just minus the reading materials. Go figure. Don't question it, just read on...[/i] I saw Marty in the park, sitting on a bench not reading a newspaper. Since they did not exist, Marty instead occupied himself with other frivalous things. "Hey, Marty, whatcha doin'?" I asked, sitting down next to him. "Trying to put my bike together," he replied. "But it's so gosh-darn hard! I don't know how to do it. Sometimes I wish there was something out there that explained stuff." "Now that just sounds crazy, Marty," I chuckled. "I'd call it a manual or something. Manual because I'm a man and ual is just a cool-sounding word." "Ual isn't a word," I informed him. "Then what are the holidays, Peter? Not yuletide? Are they boringtide? Certainly not Tide Tide. I use that stuff on my laundry." "Yeah, Tide does clean my whites pretty well." "And it's cheaper than its competitor brands." "I used to be a Downy man." "Well, congrats, man. You've joined the Tide Side." "I'm glad." "Me too." Marty looked down at his bike and pondered for a moment. "I forgot what we were talking about." "Yeah, me too," I replied. "Say, wanna go for a bike ride?" "Sure, let's go!" I hopped on my bike and started riding away. Marty hopped on his and followed, but since he never finished it, it fell apart and he came crashing to the ground. "Damnit," he swore. "I need a manyule."[/size]

[QUOTE=Katana]*raises hand* Ah yes, Mr. DW...I've got a few questions. - What type of company is this? Is it an electronics company, which therefore has overseas stuff? I'm throwing this out since my dad works for a phone company that has projects in Taiwan and the like. They have posters and markings of where their towers are, etc.[/quote] I left this unmentioned for a reason. If I had mentioned what the company was about, then it would have limited us in some ways, not to mention some people don't know what goes on in an office. This way, those who don't know what happens in particular office buildings can use what knowledge they have and make an interesting atmosphere still by using the cliche idea of what office life is like. I'm sure the name of the company will be brought up, but we will not mention what we do. I assume we might actually do a little of everything considering we have a graphic designer for ads on board. [quote]- When's payday? It's the happiest day for an employee. =)[/quote] Haha, well, I'm guessing Friday? TGIF, right? ;) Let's make the current day right now a Monday, so we got a while to go. [quote]- How many floors are to this place? Hell, how many employees are there? I'm asking for...uh...well, to be honest, I'm asking for my own sake. >.O[/QUOTE] Hah, well, I'm not sure. It's a tall building and I guess this is yet another thing that should be left unmentioned for the sake of originality. Stating how many floors is actually useless information as is how many workers there are because I may end up giving an unusually large number of 30,000 for employees since, if it is a big office building, there may be that many. And why would you benefit off knowing that little fact ;) But for your [b]sake[/b], I will say it's a big office building of several thousand employees. Hope that helps :)

[size=1]The bus stop near the office was only a short walking distance away, so it didn't take Myers, Mike, and Ginger very long to get to the front doors. Though it did take them that whole time to realize they were all set on the same place. When Ginger saw Myers and Mike trailing behind her, she felt a lump in her throat and an ache in her heart. Then a rather uncomfortable migraine. [i]They're the interns,[/i] she thought to herself while grumbling aloud. She opened the door, turns to them, and smiled reluctantly. Myers flew through with a "thank you" while Mike stayed and held the door for Ginger. She smiled, this time not so forced, and walked into the building. Mike followed after. The place seemed amazingly large to Myers and Mike, but was merely a familiar sight to Ginger, who went right for the elevator and up to her job. Mike and Myers stayed to admire things. Myers let out a sigh. "Wow, just like Hefner's mansion." A well-dressed man walked by from out of an elevator and headed towards the front desk. On his way back towards the elevator, he spotted Myers and Mike and decided to approach. "Uh, you boys the interns?" "Yes," Mike smiled. "We're Mike Sumerkalis and Myers Miller." "Alexander Ivey," said the man, shaking both Myers and Mike's hands excitedly. "But call me Alex. Hey!" Mike and Myers jumped back from the sudden burst of energy from the man. "You guys want me to show you around the office?" "Su-" Mike began, but was, of course, interrupted by Myers. "Where are all the women?" Myers asked. He peered around Mike and Alex to see if he could spot any, but anyone who was around was a male. Myers began to freak out. "Come with me and I'll show you where you'll work," Alex smiled. He started his way towards the elevator. "What about the women?" Myers insisted. They were led to the elevator where there was also a lot of males. In fact, the elevator was very tightly packed and Myers was smashed against the door between two very manly men. "Awkward..." Myers said under his breath. He could've sworn one guy touched his rear. It [i]was[/i] awkward. When the doors of the elevator finally opened, several people flew to the floor in a large pile, Myers being on the bottom. "Mommy!" Mike helped his friend out and Alex continued to show them the way. The floor they arrived on was a lot of offices and closed doors. It wasn't too thrilling for anyone, not even Alex, who appreciated his work a lot more than Mike and Myers probably ever would. Especially Myers, who was fixated on a painting of a nude woman on the wall. "Can they show that here?" "C'mon!" Mike grabbed Myers. "This isn't the floor, guys," Alex said from up ahead. "Sorry it seems like I'm leading you on a wild goosechase. I'm just grabbing some quick paperwork for myself." They arrived at a door close to the end of the hall where Alex knocked and slowly started to enter. When Mike and Myers tried to follow, Alex stopped them. "NO!" Mike and Myers were taken by surprise. Alex looked down. "I mean... no. Interns aren't allowed in." He then disappeared behind the wooden door. Myers and Mike looked at one another. "I wonder what that was about?" Mike questioned out loud. "Maybe he's got some evil lab in there with a monster." Mike stared at Myers. "No more Count Chocula for you." "Dude, that's not fair!" Alex reappeared again and closed the door. "Okay, guys, let's go to our floor." He began walking away with strangely no paperwork in hand, though he said he went in to get some. Mike and Myers didn't question it and just followed. Mainly because Myers was protesting the banishment of his favorite breakfast cereal. They came to the elevator once more and Alex pushed the button. Moments later, the doors opened revealing close to twelve guys packed inside. "Oh, hell, no!" Myers shouted. "Not that again. I'm not taking chances of getting groped in there again." "C'mon, Myers, no one's going to grope you," Mike insisted. "Easy for you to say. No one wants to grope your ugly ass." Mike gave Myers a look. "As for me, I'm a hot piece of meat fresh on the market. Who wouldn't want to sexually harrass this?" Mike looked disgusted at Myers. "You're incredible." "Who told you?" "Just c'mon." "Fine, but next time we take the stairs. This must be what Hell is like. But the guys are naked and hairy and oily and try to rub you down all the time saying, 'You feel tense, baby. Let me loosen you up.'" "Shut up. No one's groping anyone." Myers finally got into the elevator after Mike and Alex and stood crowded against two big men once more. One of them looked down and smiled. "Hey, baby," he said. Myers squeeled and the doors of the elevator closed.[/size]

[size=1]Ah, well, sounds cool. I'm all for seeing this thing go through. I'm afraid I won't participate, but I look forward to hearing some awesome tunes. :)[/size]

[size=1]I think it sounds fun. I'm a pianist and I [i]would[/i] like to do it, but I'm afraid my skills are too lacking to try and attempt to play actual video game songs. But I am curious in terms of the original music, what genre would you be aiming for?[/size]

[img]http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/1110/mychario6.png[/img] Claim! :^D

[center][img]http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/8725/nomorecoffeepb0.jpg[/img] [font=trebuchet MS][u][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=54625]PROFILES[/URL][/u] - [u][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=54626]UNDERGROUND[/URL][/u][/font] --------[/center] [size=1][b]6:40 am[/b] Myers woke up like any other morning, but today was different. Today was his first time as an intern. He was ready to start fresh and nothing was going to stop him. "Nothing's going to stop me," he said out loud to himself in confidence just before he fell out of bed to the floor. "Nothing's going to stop me," he repeated from under the blanket pile on the floor. Only moments later did he trip and fall into a shelf, knocking several books onto himself. "Nothing's going to stop me," he continued chanting. Several more accidents occurred on the way to Mike's room, who was his roommate. Mike was still asleep in bed. It was not his thing to wake up early. In fact, a lot of the time Mike was different than Myers. The two still got along famously somehow. Scientists have yet to figure out why. "Wake up!" Myers shouted, jumping up and down on Mike's bed. Mike scrambled under his blankets, covering his face and whining. "Stop it. Cut it out." He pushed Myers on the floor, who hit a nightstand and broke a lamp. Seconds later, he appeared on his feet just fine. "It's time to wake up," Myers smiled. "Already?" "Yeah, sleepy head. First day at work. We have to be there at 8:00 am." Myers pointed at an invisible watch on his arm. "But..." Mike stopped himself when he noticed Myers wearing a certain piece of clothing. "Are those footy pajamas?" Myers looked down at his sleeping wear, which were, in fact, footy pajamas. "Yeah? And?" Mike shook his head. "Nothing. I'll just have nightmares now, that's all. Let's go." The two headed out to the kitchen area of the apartment where they poured cereal into bowls and sat down at a small round table to feast. Mike read the newspaper while Myers admired the back of the box. "Is Count Chocula really a vampire?" "What?" Mike asked, never taking his eyes off the paper. "He eats chocolate," Myers protested. "That doesn't make him a vampire." "And sucking blood for succulence is what makes them a vampire?" "Duh." "Whatever, dude," Mike says, getting up to put his bowl in the sink. "Vampires suck anyways." "I'll suck you!" Myers shouted. Mike stopped in his tracks. The room became silent. After moments of eerie silence, only then did Myers see the flaw in his insult. Mike stared at Myers and Myers stared back. It was awkward. Time passed and it was almost time for Mike and Myers to leave. Myers was in the shower with his rubber ducky while Mike had to make a phone call to someone real quick.[/size]

[size=1]Okay, folks. Pencils down :D (or Keyboards). Sign ups are now closed. I'll have the list of those in shortly. Thank you.[/size] [center][size=5]SIGN UPS CLOSED[/size][/center] [size=1]Well, deciding that sucked butt >:O Anyways, the results are in. Here they are. It was really hard to narrow it down, but here's who got in, based on skills and how interesting the character was: [list][*]Retribution [*]The Boss [*]Katana [*]Sakura [*]Revelation [*]Shinmaru [*]Boo [*]RiflesAtRecess[/list] That's the most I could narrow it down to. There was a lot of good ones. Sorry to those who did not make it. The RPG will begin soon.[/size]

[size=1]I must be honest now. I don't like it as much as other stories I've read on OB and I especially appreciate "Otaku Fiction" more, Mike. This may simply be because I don't find the video game references that amusing because I'm totally ignorant when it comes to games nowadays (being that I don't play them). Like the argument over Metal Gear Solid... sadly the only thing I found funny was how they said his name was a sexual innuendo. Otherwise, I don't even know who Big Boss is, so I really can't crack a smile at the jokes. I'm sure they're hilarious to those who know the stuff, though. Having said that, I do, however, enjoy reading the parts that aren't about video games (well, it's all about games, but I mean not video game references). For example, the part where the girl is reading all the titles. Or when Mike got free eats from the Chinese ladies. Those parts amused me more simply because they were the closest to real life to me. The random conversations with the employees is good too. I enjoy Mike calling Stephen "Honky," because in real life, I call my friend Joel "Honky" all the time. There are some grammatical/spelling errors that can be watched by proof-reading, but nothing too major. Occassionally there'd be a line that's most likely a typo that should be fixed. Once again, proof-reading helps. You also occassionally go from past tense to present tense. It's not too noticeable, but it'll improve it if you fix this. It's a good start for four scenes, but sometimes I feel you're trying too hard to do rants like Randal in Clerks. Don't force it. Let them come naturally. They usually do on topics you know a lot about and actually have a grudge against yourself. So, yeah, overall, it wasn't bad. Like I said before, I'm not big into video games, so I may not appreciate this as much (therefore I won't judge against it on those levels for that reason), but I still feel you can make it more appealing to all audiences whether they're gamers or not.[/size]

[CENTER][size=3]Story II[/size] [SIZE=5]A Guy, A Girl, And Two Completely Different Stories[/size][/CENTER] [size=1]I peer over at her. She smiles. YES, I'm in the zone. I flash her a smile back, just to let her know I'm interested. And oh, baby, yeah, am I interested. "Oh, yeah, she digs me," I say to myself under my breath. Time to make the move. I'm wearing my new shoes. They may squeak on this floor, but that's the squeak of determination, baby. She's checking me out. I see how her eyes are moving up and down me. Time to throw out my best line. I let it slip across my lips. Oh yeah, it's as slick as my gel-laden hair. I see her smile again. I am so in. [i]Oh, yeah, she digs me.[/i] Oh, no. He's looking at me again. I better smile. He's still smiling and it's getting weird. Ugh, what's that in his teeth?! Oh, great, he's talking to himself. Typical guy--he thinks he's in "the zone." Oh, no, I attracted him. He's coming over. Someone help me. Where's the bouncer? Oh, goodness! That horrible squeak! It's like someone's throwing screaming kittens into some large shredder. And what is he wearing? Polka-dots? How the hell did I miss that catastrophe before?! Oh, no, he's here now. Here comes the pick up line. Wow, I can't believe he just said that! Did he insult my mother somehow? I smell something gross. I can't tell if it's his hair gel or a truck of burning roadkill broke down outside the club. I've got to get him out of here. I better just smile and make this as quick as I can. I bet he still thinks he's in. [i]Oh, yeah, I so don't dig him.[/i][/size]

[center][size=3][b]Damnit, DW,[/size] Post The Thread[/b] [size=5]Already![/size][/center] The following is an anthology of rather short, unusual stories that I randomly come up with. They're either too stupid to comprehend or [i]you're[/i] too stupid to comprehend [i]them[/i]. Either way, they'll all most likely be comical (depending on your sense of humor, I suppose) and contain some moral at the end. The title of this anthology was given when I couldn't decide on a name and The Boss was becoming rather impatient with me not posting the thread. So now, I give you... [b]Damnit, DW, Post The Thread Already![/b]... [CENTER][size=3]Story I[/size] [SIZE=5]Thinking Outside The Box[/size][/CENTER] [size=1]My name is Frederick and I am a bum. I live in the alleys of this small, run-down town, eating out of McDonalds dumpsters and sleeping in the Subway bathroom. My life is simple and not much happens. That is, until one day, I saw her. She was the most perdiest hobo I had ever seen. The spaghetti stains on her coat matched her pants perfectly and the mud caked in her hair was overwhelming. Her elegant walk--the one where she hobbles on one leg--made me weak in my knees. She was absolutely whimsical. The very second I saw her, the most beautiful poetry streamed from my lips. Such angelic lines as, "I'd like to get into her cardboard box," came to mind. I had to talk to her. So I approached her. If there was one thing I knew, it was how to pick up a girl, so I quickly selected one of my best pick up lines. I came up to her in my "No Fat Chicks" shirt, acting rather charming and said, "Your father must've been retarded because you are special." I gave her a wink. Okay, so it wasn't one of my best lines. Lucky for me, though, she didn't hear because she was picking something out of her ear. Instead, she gave me a toothless grin and offered part of her fishhead. It may have been the toxic fumes coming out of the powerplant next door, but I felt funny and I figured it was love. I happily took the fishhead and offered her a ride back to my box. She accepted and I showed her to my shopping cart. When we got to my place, I noted my box had either washed away in the rain or the garbage men had their route today. "Oh well, baby," I said with my style that was as slick as the slime growing on my shoe, "we don't need that pile." "Sorry, Fred," she said disdainfully. "If there ain't no home, you sleep alone."[/size] [b]Moral:[/b] Stay in school, yo!

[QUOTE=GTK]Here's mine~ [B][URL=http://redvoid.com/ori/ghost.jpg]Boy and Ghost[/URL][/B] (and, wow, do I hate this pic, but it was a fun idea XD;;;;;; sorry it's so dark ^^; feel free to make stuff up if you can't see it well *dies*)[/QUOTE] Heh, can't let this puppy die now, huh? I'll draw it. Who'd you want me to draw, though? I'll take a wild guess :P [b]CLAIMED.[/b] -------- [B]EDIT:[/b] Here it is. Man, I'm sucking it up lately :( [img]http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/4083/ghostdudeyp4.jpg[/img] [b]My Character:[/b] Locke N'Loade from my story [i]Devious[/i] He's all about being manly, as you can see. Especially with his sword welded to his arm to replace his hand. He's hairy too. And manly. I suggest if you draw him, draw him very manly-like or he'll come to your house and beat you back to the dinosaurs. [img]http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/5939/lockekc1.jpg[/img]