Dragon Warrior

[size=1]Relyk shifted himself so his wings weren't knocking others in the head, but to no prevail. He eventually decided to retract them. "We don't have a lot of time to lolly-gag," he muttered. "Introductions can be saved for on the road. We need one more member." "What's the rush?" White asked. "Who knows who else that old man Gorfenphlats or whatever he's called told about the quest. We could be competing against." "He's right," Genji agreed. Relyk shot him a glare, as if Genji standing up for him was an insult--which is probably was. "Fine. We'll quickly find a healer and be on our way." Relyk brought out his wings again and grumbled. "I wasn't even too keen on a group quest anyways." He then took flight over the city, but something caught his ear. He turned and found a bidding going on at Twistles. Despite the fact he just scolded his own friend for time's sake, he couldn't resist winning, especially with his ability to hack. He flew down and landed neatly at the back of the crowd. The bidding for the three dragon spires had begun and he listened as various newer players shouted out weak bids. Then a girl caught his eye as she presented a more suitable amount of money. He wasn't sure why, but she was the one to talk to. He quickly wrapped things up and called out, "Five mil," which he could easily hack in a matter of seconds. With everyone around astounded, Relyk approached the owner of Twistles. No one else dared to place a bid. Even the girl looked queerly at the black-cloaked man with wings. He placed the money in the owner's hands and took the three dragon spires. "Thank you," the Twistles Owner smiled happily. After everyone dispersed, Relyk approached the girl, who was still eyeing him. "Here," he said and he simply handed over the three dragon spires. Now she was staring at him bewildered. "Why?" "Are you a healer?" "Well, I, make potions." Relyk looked her up and down and smiled, something he didn't do very often. "Your assistance is needed." "Back off, bucko," said a short blonde woman out of nowhere. Relyk started back. "What the hell?!" he said after catching his breath. "You leave Pari be. We don't need any thieves." "I'm no thief," Relyk growled. "Oh, sure, you're buttering her up for a date then?" "A quest," he muttered. "What kind of quest?" the blonde woman asked, eyeing him carefully. Relyk was beginning to get a tad freaked out. "She'll see when she meets the group." He fluffed his wings to look more powerful, but with Suki around, even a great hacker like Rel fell to jello. "Put those away before you poke out an eye." Relyk sighed and led Paradise toward the group. Suki reluctantly followed.[/size]

Yes, but the idea about the shirts is iffy. I'm not sure how I could sell them online. I'm afraid I'd somehow get ripped off or I can't make a decent online store system or whatever. Besides, some fans live on other continents. Imagine sending a shirt to someone in Japan when I'm in America! It's a big step, especially for a small online comic that's just a hobby of Sean and mine. But I could use the money :P -------- [center][SIZE=5]CELEBRATE! Slackers In Slacks has reached its 100th COMIC TODAY![/size] [img]http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/9663/slackers1001oz.jpg[/img][/center]

[size=1]There are way too many people to name I'd like to meet. Heck, I've been on OB since the dawn of time. I know too many. To name a few (and I may name more later):[/size] [list] [*][b]Pumpkin:[/b] Umm... duh. She's my wife. Basically if I came to meet her, I'd take her out for a romantic night on the town complete with moonlight dinner, a soothing boat-ride down a river in Venice, and we'd hit my place for a mad makeout session. Or scratch the last part if she doesn't want to. (But I'm sure she does!). Truthfully she's one of the nicest girls I've ever met, on and offline. She'll always care what you say, always listen, and always do her best to help. It's not enough that she's beautiful, but a light-hearted person I've never seen down. I'm a lucky jerk to marry her (in a nerdy internet sort of way). We'd definitely have fun together, I know. She'd be one of my best girl friends. You don't run into many friends like that. I envy anyone who knows her in real life. [*][b]White:[/b] My dear friend White. We're old pals like he's already said. I mean, heck, he's Lrb! We go waaaay back. And I say, "Let the good times roll!" In the past few months or so, we've done a lot of stuff on OB together. Most of random stupid things, but some intelligence got mixed in there (I'm not sure how). A lot of our conversations on the internet turn into random jibberish that's even beyond a toddler's mindless babble, but because we can joke together so easily just goes to show how good of friends we've become. That makes it even better if we met in real life. In honesty, despite our age differences, I'm sure I'd still hang out with him and vice versa. Heck, I hang with people his age all the time. The fact is we'd get along famously and yes, we would pick up chicks together. I'd get him into some clubs with me or something. It's good to have friends to just be goofy with. We can be serious if we want... we just don't wanna! [*][b]cancer:[/b] Another good buddy of mine here. Strangely enough we only started talking a few months ago, but it seems like ages since we started being friends. We talk like old army mates or something. Cancer's one of the guys on here I can actually talk seriously to. We hold very intelligent conversations a lot and that's a fact. Not many have cracked into my more serious side that are from OB, but cancer woul be one of them. Usually I can help him and he can help me. We've been through tough times together that we've solved with one another's help. But that doesn't stop us from having a good time. I've joked with this guy a lot, for sure. I can see us together in real life definitely hanging out. I can't say there's a lot of OB people I can actually [i]see[/i] myself chillin' with 24/7, but cancer would be one of the few (along with White and Pumpkin). It's a shame we do live far away and all we have is AIM, myspace, and OB to communicate with. But the times have been good to us. Maybe one day, maybe one day... [*][b]sakurasuka:[/b] I've talked to JayCee for a long time on OB now. We started here, migrated to Yahoo, and eventually myspace, but our friendship has yet to fall apart. Though she recently said my hat sucked (and I will get her and make it look like an accident for that!), we still never get mad at one another and always have something fun and kind to say. We could hang and I wouldn't mind her boyfriend coming too because he's a friend of mine now as well. They're both really nice. She's the kind of girl that really appreciates things, so if she gets something, she'll be quite grateful. And therefore, I am grateful I got her as a friend. [*][b]The Boss:[/b] I just started talkin' to the guy a week or so ago and I already have grown fond of him. Heck, he got me onto DeviantART, back into sparring, and has forced me to draw again because he has some nifty doodles that have inspired me. Having said that, we could chill, yes, but I don't know him [i]that[/i] well yet. I'm sure we'd get along just fine, though. I'm not sure how fresh our real life conversations would be without those smilies he showed me (he knows what I mean. Haha). I definitely can't say he's a bad guy and he's not afraid to voice his opinion. I'm sure he'd be a good friend to back you up when you need it most. And so, a salute to our boss, The Boss. He so owns you.[/list]

[size=1]Things seemed to be growing out of hand at that point. Dark was firing madly while Bones made several quick attempts to dodge and fire at the same time. Razdul was the more accurate of the two, but with Dark consistently sending fire his way, he had no time to make a clear shot that'd take his opponent down. That's when it happen. The first hit was made. A bullet slit through Razdul's sleeve and he grimaced in pain as it barely grazed his skin. He flew to the floor behind yet another table as Dark made his way toward him. The pistols were still blazing and continued to tear up the wood of the tabletop. That's when something caught Dark's eye. A small metal circle flipped into the air like a coin an landed softly at his feet. A hunter would have to be a moron not to figure out it was a Slize Chip. Dark was no moron. He dropped the plan of close-range combat and took cover behind another table across the room from Bones. Suddenly, the small chip exploded in mass chaos. The fire shot to the roof and left a sizzling burn mark in the ceiling wood. The explosion was twice that of Dark's previous bomb. Bones had plenty of tricks up his sleeves and bombs were one of his specialities. Dark was soon to learn that just as Bones was soon to learn Mr. Dark was quick on his feet. He darted about the room as Razdul reloaded a pistol of his. Then, looking over the table, he peered to find his foe. Mr. Dark was a blur through the dim lights, then he was suddenly standing right before Bones. "You quick bastard," Bones grunted before being punched across the face. He was sent backwards into the side of the bar counter where a few liquor bottles smashed on his head, ones that somehow survived the previous explosions. The fumes of the alien liquor wafted through the air and both Bones and Dark had to agree they were getting a bit buzzed. If they kept the fight up long enough, it'd turn to drunken combat. Dark wasn't about to let this happen. He took his opportunity to shoot the dazed Bones right in the heart, which he did shortly after the last bottle smashed over Razdul's head. Bones flinched as the bullet made a direct hit. He slid to the floor and coughed a bit. That seemed all too quick for Bones, but Dark was pleased he didn't have to face off with anyone of greater skill. Razdul Bones was more of a pushover than he thought. Dark approached his foe and smirked. "What have we learned?" Dark asked the dying Bones. Razdul looked up at Dark dazed. Then his vision cleared and he smiled. "Don't let your guard down." Suddenly a larger pistol was unsheathed from within Bones' vest and was fired into Dark's calf, who jumped back in pain, but continued to keep an eye on Bones. Bones stood up and returned the smirk Dark had given him only moments before. "Bullet-proof vests. You should really in-[b]vest[/b] in one. Hah!" Dark snarled and took out the next trick up his sleeve.[/size]

White picked through the armor of a local merchant's inventory until he found something to his liking. "It's been a while since I've had to search for Quest armor," he said. Relyk stood leaning against a sword cart, eating an apple an staring at other players distastefully. "You know I could just hack some armor for you, right?" "Even if I'm not a GM anymore," White grumbled, "doesn't mean you can hack everything still. There [i]are[/i] other GMs, you know." "They're all pushovers," Relyk snarled. "Aww, I'm touched, Rel," White smiled. "You're saying I'm not a pushover." "No, you are," Relyk said. Then he walked away to torment one of the merchants. White shook his head and paid the NPC. Then he made his way to Rel's side, who was, at the moment, talking to a strange old man. "Who's this NPC?" White asked. "Gorfenlopp," Relyk said, almost tying his tongue up over the name. "He has a quest for us." "Yes, a quest," the old man spoke. "Travel far to a place called Hinderance Road. There you will meet an angel on the path, who shall tell you something unspeakable. Follow her orders and you'll be greatly rewarded." Relyk smirked. "Sounds like a load of sh-" "We're on an all-age server!" White covered Rel's mouth. "Do you know the reward, old man?" "Gorfenlopp," the old man corrected. "Yeah, whatever." "No, I don't. I hear it's an untold treasure of great and powe-" "Yeah, whatever," Relyk interrupted. "We accept." "Then go. And good luck! But beware..." Suddenly, the old man disappeared in smoke and left Rel and White in the middle of the streets of the busy marketplace. Some other players who were watching dispersed once the action ceased. It seemed White and Relyk had a new job ahead of them.

The time for closing sign ups is nearing, so if anyone still wishes to participate, they best get a move on :) It'll be my last warning. Huzzah!

Yes, good times, White. We all need a little Slacker every now and then :P [img]http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/6797/slackers994wd.jpg[/img]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS]Time passed and Relyk began to feel bored with the current situation. "Come on, White," he complained. "We've been online for, like an hour now and no action. I'm beginning to get bored with you." "Go play somewhere else. I have work to do." White stayed put on his castle wall. "That's the thing with you Game Masters. Always working, never playing. It's a game, White. A [i]game[/i]." "I'm sorry, but it's also my job. Go find something to amuse yourself with." In fact, Relyk already had. He summoned a rather large water monster to fight a rather small fire wizard. Nevertheless, the monster quickly annihilated the poor newbie and moved on to terrorize other players, which left Relyk without a thing to do once again. "We used to go traveling a lot. Doing quests." "The quests were no fun," White mumbled. "Why weren't they fun?" "You always hacked the game." "Oh, c'mon, White..." "You still do!" "I only hack to improve my situation." "Yeah, uh huh." White pointed to the water monster currently eating a player's complete inventory. "I didn't do that," Relyk said seriously. "I have to work, Rel." "Fine. I won't hack on this next quest." White looked up in amazement. "Much," Relyk added. "Oh, fine," White said, finally standing up. "But if you hack anything, I will ban you, I swear." "And I'll reactivate my account by hacking again, I swear." "There's no living with you," White grumbled. The two jumped back down into the city limits where they'd search for a quest to take up.[/font]

[center][img]http://img312.imageshack.us/img312/9045/bounty3hz.jpg[/img][/center] [b]Rules are set. We each get six posts. Obviously since I start, you get to finish the match in the final post, The Boss. We'll come to an agreement who wins by post quality like any other battle. Let's get it on.[/b] [size=1]Mr. Dark seated himself at the Luuve Cafe to enjoy himself a glass of what was most likely going to be some form of liquor. Of course, on the planet Yoraav, alcohol was a lot stronger. Mr. Dark could take it anyways. In fact, he ordered one of the strongest drinks, one only creatures like Hefyargos could handle. He mixed in some extra condiments and took a sip. That's when his eyes locked with another. Mr. Dark didn't recognize him, but it was obvious he was a bounty hunter. This man just had that way about him. Mr. Dark glared a little. Across the room, the man studied Mr. Dark. He took out a small device and scanned the cloaked stranger. It read "Mr. Dark" and he was sure it was him. The man stood up and approached. "The name's Bones." He held out a hand, which Mr. Dark didn't bother shaking. Instead, he sipped his beverage. Bones sat himself down and ordered a similar drink. Once accompanied by his liquor, Bones studied Mr. Dark up and down again. "What, do you want to ask me out on a date or somethin'?" Mr. Dark mocked. "You should know better why I'm here," Bones smirked. "You're a bounty hunter." "Very good." Bones straightened himself up a bit to make himself more commanding. "Razdul Bones is my full name. I'm kind of a big thing around here." "Really," Mr. Dark seemed unimpressed. "I've never heard of you." "Guess you never come around here that often." "Guess not." Mr. Dark was beginning to sound bored. "What's your job?" "To kill the hunter after my client's business partner." "Yeah? Let me guess the hunter." There was a silence and they both understood. "I hate to do it right after we met." Razdul smirked again. "It happens," Mr. Dark nodded. "I won't go easily." "I'm sure," Bones smiled. "In fact, I don't intend to go at all." Mr. Dark took out a gun from within his cloak. The black metal of it gleamed in the dim lighting of the cafe. Razdul eyed the weapon. "A Levlon 4-60. Not a bad choice. I have a few of them myself." Bones looked back up at Mr. Dark. "You any good wit' it?" "Why don't you find out?" Razdul laughed softly and suddenly had a pistol of his own in his hand. Gunfire was heard, but Mr. Dark disappeared. Razdul looked around the cafe, but could not see his opponent. He was too quick. "This one will be fun," Razdul chuckled.[/size]

[quote name='Retribution][size=1]In addition, [B]you don't need to have 'special powers' to contribute to OB[/B']. Start a great RPG. Write a great story. Create a new concept that we might all use (Banner/Avatar Orphanage, Awarded Titles, etc).[/size][/quote] That's what I said previously :P You don't need to be a mod or admin to change OB. It's a simple concept. But I have to agree making specific new "special groups" won't solve much. It's just a flashy name. And I love [b]Life Of Brian[/b], Charles :^D

[quote name='Charles']What I'm saying is, that when it happened, it probably wouldn't have been a bad idea to, you know, let me know about it instead of bringing it up in the middle of a witch hunt.[/quote] Hmm... more ideas for a story are coming to mind :D Bounty hunters after officials and supporters. Otaku[b]Boards[/b] is such a big open book :) Having said that, I would like to say I'm probably the one out of everybody on the boards that likes attention the most. I like to feel recognized, I s'pose. But I think I can be recognized by what I post rather than what position I am in. I'm not taking a stab at anyone here when I say that. I'm just laying it out that you don't need to be a staff member to make a change in OB.

[quote name='Raiyuu']Catchy as it is, the MAMA acronym doesn't seem to accurately reflect the feelings of its cardinal member.[/quote] Haha, I did find the name MAMA a bit unusual. If the acronym is said as it's spelt, we're talking about someone's mother here. And everyone will take offense thinking it's some kind of Mom joke. Your MAMA's so fat, she got hungry while surfing the web, so she ate her internet cookies!

[center][img]http://img312.imageshack.us/img312/9045/bounty3hz.jpg[/img][/center] [b]The following is a spar between The Boss and myself. I'm afraid no one else may participate. Thank you.[/b] [indent][size=1][b]The Plot:::[/b] A man arrives on the planet Yoraav in search of a bounty. He is a hired assassin to take care of the likes of the scum in the Universe. He takes a break from his mission and enjoys a nice beverage in a small cafe in one of the towns. Only there is he met face to face with another bounty hunter who was hired to take him out before he took out his own quarry. It's bounty hunter versus bounty hunter with both having something to lose... their life. [b]The Signup:::[/b] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] [*][b]Gender:[/b] [*][b]Appearance:[/b] [*][b]Personality:[/b] [*][b]Weapons:[/b] [*][b]Skills:[/b] [*][b]Any Other Info:[/b][/list] May the best hunter win.[/indent] [b]My Sign Up:::[/b] [b]Name:[/b] Razdul Bones [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/876/razdul4nq.jpg[/img] [b]Personality:[/b] Razdul is witty, but quick to the point. He's impatient and likes to get his job done fast and messy rather than nice and neat. He doesn't care if he burns the turkey as long as it's cooked. He tends to face moments of rage and anger, but can quickly recover. He must remember not to do it since it could be his downfall. Otherwise, he tends to mock his quarry. [b]Weapons:[/b] He's a gun specialist and has a variety of pistols stashed away about him. His favorite toy is the electric rod he has, though. He will not hesitate to get close-range so he can shock the bejezus out of you. His last resort may be small bomb devices. [b]Skills:[/b] Razdul is known for being sly and sneaky. He can be clever in surprising the opponent or having a trick up his sleeve when things look bleak. He's also agile, but not the quickest ever. [b]Any Other Info:[/b] Razdul is not that popular of a bounty hunter, but his name is said around the Yoraav/Luki region in the Masfaat Galaxy. If your quarry is in that general area, he may be hired on the spot. Being from Luki, he'd rather work closer to home, though it may endanger his family some. He has thought about expanding his working environment to further out in the Masfaat Galaxy and possibly even further than that, but the idea has yet to sound appealing to him.[/size]

Having said that, only OB has an original enough community to gain the aspects of a well-written dramatic story. We got the supposed corrupted government, the ones who support them, the crazy rebel group, and then the normal folks who stand out and eat cornflakes out of their hats. I, for one, like to eat Fruit Loops out of my cap. :) I feel a story idea coming... I must write!

[quote name='James][font=franklin gothic medium']But if I started going after people who do anything suggestive, most of our membership would disappear. lol[/font][/quote] I know I'd be gone ;)

I had to bring it back. I was at gunpoint... Just kidding, but seriously. [img]http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/5645/slackers989cx.jpg[/img]

I shall comment on the thing about the younger mods. James obviously hired them for good reason. They may have been on the boards for a short time, but that doesn't mean anything. They didn't come with bad quality. They arrived as if they have been members for as many years as some of us. And if they post just fine at the age of thirteen, what's it matter how old they are? As long as they do their job, it shouldn't matter about anything. I can understand about Bio and stuff, but still, a mod's job is harder than we make it out to be. James once told me he works them like dogs that we don't even see. I think we can give them a bit more credit than that.

Haha, it was actually funny. 'Cause they're all like, [b]"It can be bad, okay?" "Okay." "Okay?" "Okay."[/b] It reminds me of something that happened with me and my friend. So yes, it's funny, but the quality is a bit iffy. It looks as if you saved the graphic as a GIF, then later saved it as a JPEG because it looks like GIF quality to me. GIFs are bad quality normally unless you have a program that saves GIFs right. Also, work on the backgrounds a bit more. Just grass and sky is a tad plain. Otherwise, I'd be interested in more. I don't even watch Naruto. I have no idea what it's about :^D But it's funny anyways.

Well, hooray for the old fans :) Glad we're getting you guys back. [img]http://img105.imageshack.us/img105/1192/slackers967qv.jpg[/img] --------- This one's dedicated to White. He made up an idea for a comic, which I changed some to make this one. But the real genius was behind him. [img]http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/965/slackers974xa.jpg[/img]

[quote name=' Ozymandius Jones][img']http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=25603[/img][/quote] [b]CLAIM[/b] Hah. EDIT: My time is up, so someone else can take it. Sorry. I didn't have the time to do it. Something came up :(

White settled himself down again and took in the digitalized breeze. Things were calming down and the castle was back to it's normal bustle. Relyk reappeared, emerging from a shadow in the rampart of the castle wall. He held a large tusk. "How much can I get for a Bulgra fang?" "You honestly should stop that," White grumbled. "You're ruining the game for others." "And you're not? You go around, breaking up people's fun, teleporting them to who-knows-where." Relyk stashed the tusk into his inventory slot. "You're a party-pooper." "I am not." "Are to." "I'll ban you." "Do it. I'll just get back in." White grumbled because he knew it was true. Yet, the urge was still present. "Anyways, I'm going to go see how much I can get the newbies to buy my tusk for. Hah, I bet I can make a pretty penny if I duplicate it a few times." "Rel, don't do it," but when White turned around, he was already shadow-teleporting to the marketplace. There, he did duplicate it a few times--if a few times meant twenty. He then continued to profit wildly off both newbies and NPC merchants, selling the tusks for a hefty price. After all, who comes after a Bulgra? Relyk wasn't widely known around, but he definitely made a lasting impression if he could. Mainly his rude remarks and foul language got him the reputation he so [i]humbly[/i] deserved. With the newfound money, he went around to several females in the marketplace and offered the loot for them to go topless. He was immediately banned from the server. A short time later, he reappeared at White's side, with everything he had before aside from the newfound loot. "Party-pooper."

I hate to just do it by default, but it must happen. This wasn't such a good year in Graphica (with barely any of the signed up contestants participating). Hopefully next year it'll be a better rounds. Nevertheless, congratulations to Retribution who stayed with us the whole time. He gets his award. [center][size=4][u][b]Otaku Graphica Hall of Fame[/b][/u][/size] [indent][b]2006 - Retribution 2005 - Hack Helba 2004 - Hittokiri Zero[/b][/indent][/center]

Duh. Of course we started making them again for just [i]you[/i], Pumpkin :P And I'll keep the OB member idea in mind. [img]http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/1247/slackers955ui.jpg[/img]

Thanks. It's good to be back. [img]http://img160.imageshack.us/img160/9071/slackers947vk.jpg[/img]

If you want their early stuff that sounds like the songs on "Throwing Copper," I suggest just their first two CDs [b]Mental Jewelery[/b] and [b]Throwing Copper[/b] 'cause once it hit their third CD things changed. I guess you buy number three [b]Secret Samadhi[/b] since some of the stuff does sound like the old, but mainly the first two are what you're looking for.