Dragon Warrior

I actually wouldn't mind being named Team Full Bladder. But being the retarded, foolish, and dashingly handsome black mage that I am, it makes sense. I still need some help with the name, though. Grawr >:^D

I like it. Especially 'cause it makes me think of some kind of product like detergent and detergent is so random :^D Graphically it's pretty good. I'm gonna be picky and say that there seems to be too much space in it. I mean, you have the nice leaf background, but still, it seems like there's just too much openness (is that a word?) around the words and you. Otherwise I say it's pretty nift. Umm... I would've made he slogan "Do It Right, Do It [b]White[/b]." But that's just me.

You're right. But I don't have an excuse like my sister. I just really like that movie :P Plus, salsa dancing is awesome. Congrats, Lix. You can go now.

[size=2][left]Loto was thrown brutally into a large boulder, his back cracking against the hard stone. He fell limp to the gravel ground where he barely managed to stand up. He coughed up a bit of blood and looked wearily at his equal foe. "You're a strong one," he said to his opponent, "but I am the legendary Loto... and that makes me... umm... really good and stuff. Shyah." It took all his strength, but he managed to lift his massive (which wasn't that big at all, really) sword and began to make his steps towards his enemy. It was only a matter of five minutes when Loto, now crawling across the ground, finally reached his destination. He took the sword and brought it down into the slime's gooey head. "Yes!" he shouted happily. "I have defeated the world's most powerful foe." He turned to some villagers who watched from afar. "Fear not, poor, defenseless citizens. I have saved you from this vile beast." "It's a slime," a man said matter-of-factly. "Yes and what a ferocious slime it was!" Loto agreed. "Good thing I was here to protect you." "It was a slime, though," the woman repeated her husband. "Yes, I know you're stunned and in awe by my amazingnessosity... umm... yeah." Loto sheathed his sword and shrugged off the dust. "Now I must make my way to save another place. Shyah! Catch ye later, dudes!" He then took off at a sprint, which would only last about twenty feet before he broke into a simple mopey walk. The villagers stayed where they were, staring oddly at the dumb hero. "But it was a slime," the man said again to no one in particular as he watched his 3-year-old son slay another slime with his rattle. [/left]----------------[left] Five days later, Loto finds himself on the border of Mushroom Kingdom where he slays a goomba with no ease. Wiping the sweat from his forehead and the blood from his nosehairs, he peers queerly down at his vanquished foe. "Man, there are a lot of evil dark lords around here. This place must be in constant danger." That's when he saw the castle in the distance. He began running towards it, laughing happily to finally be to his destination. Then he tripped, fell, and hit a pipe where a large plant came out and devoured him. [b]Several Hours Later...[/b] Loto approached the two Italian Brothers who were greeting contestants as they entered. Mario's nose tingled as did Luigi's shortly after. "Mama mia! What is-a that smell?" "I don't wanna talk about it, dude," Loto grumbled. He then fixed his stance and struck his heroic pose for the two. "I am the legendary hero Loto. I vanquish evil threats to the world like that brown mushroom of death!" "That-a was a Goomba," Luigi stated flatly. "I know. Good thing I came along or this place would be totally ravished, man." Mario and Luigi looked at each other. "I'm jus' gonna go inside and chill. Catch ye on the flipside." With that, Loto walked between the two plumbers and into the castle. Mario's mustache went crazy when he took another whiff. "Shower's are down-a the hall and to-a the left!" he shouted after Loto. [/size][/left]

Neither are correct. It's not as famous as it should be. Here's a hint: it takes place in Australia.

I thought we were rid of that dark past. I could've sworn no one remembered it and it could not be found. This is awful :(

The team should be [b]The Dragon Warriors[/b] XD Just kidding. We could go the way of [u]Anchorman[/u] and be [b]The Knights of Columbus![/b]. Or perhaps the grand name [b]The League of Fantastic Hats[/b] :) Having said that, I'm sorry I haven't posted yet, White. This week is my busiest week for a long time. I will post early Saturday, though, or if I get the time, tomorrow (Friday) in the afternoon. We'll see :^D

Alright, since it's my turn and I want to be cool, I'll make this a challenge. Real hardcore movie buffs (and occassional weirdos) will know this movie automatically by just seeing this screen. [center][img]http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/7917/movie4jc.jpg[/img][/center] Enjoy, my sillies.

It's Evil Dead 2. I don't believe Ash ever had the legendary chainsaw in Evil Dead 1. He had an axe. And that background does not look like anything I've seen in Army of Darkness. So I settle on Evil Dead 2.

I'm not sure if I'm completely saying thinking makes people unhappy. It's the fact that they never thought about the fact that they've been living the same life over and over and have not tried anything outside the their small town. So thinking made them unhappy due to their realization, but shortly after they became pleased because they left Happyville. That's what I take from it, anyway. [img]http://img131.exs.cx/img131/8930/dwwashere9rz.gif[/img]

An excellent RPG can grow from your tactics. Don't be afraid to take some time on forming it. You don't have to rush every idea that comes to mind and make it into an RPG. Plot out the story better. A good way to work on the plot is to imagine it as a show, preferably an anime in your case, I assume. Imagine it all playing out like a TV show and use some elements like that to expand on. If you need me to further elaborate on that, I will. Other things that could help are:[list] [*][b]Graphics:[/b] If you pretty it up, it'll look really nice and will pull people in 'cause it looks more professional than the slapped-together jibber jab you'll often see with inexperienced roleplayers (but I'm not dissing on them, 'cause sometimes those RPGs do make it through, but rarely). Graphics can go from just a title banner to special banners for sections of things like "Story," "Characters," and "Sign Up Application." The following link isn't an RPG, but it's one of my stories and has a similar effect to what I talk of. As you'll see, I used a title graphic and a table graphic to give it more effect. It's not the best work, but it'll get you started. [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=51221]CLICK HERE[/URL] for it. [*][b]Plot:[/b] Like I said, a developed, well thoughtout plot always gives the RPG a good kick. Unfortunately, a lot of members are lazy so a lot of reading may frighten them off. But if a lot of the better roleplayers like something more elaborate, so it's hard to win here. Still, something interesting always catches the fish. [*][b]Set-Up:[/b] You don't always have to make RPGs with the same old style. Just a story and a sign up slapped together can be rather dry, especially if the story doesn't have much to it. Try something new like having the roleplayers choose weapons and spells. And maybe even have their characters each have money and in the RPG, they can spend it or gain some more. This is a fun and detailed idea, but also means more work for you.[/list] Those are just some ideas to get you started. I hope it helps you.

The following story is an odd tale about a town that is completely paradise until someone comes and changes everything. It's an artistic story, so feel free to take whatever meaning you want out of it. I'd just like to hear what you guys think about it and perhaps even share your views on it. Thank you. WARNING: This story is rated E for Everyone, but there is a small reference to alcohol. [center]---------------------------------------- [SIZE=4][B]No More Joywater[/B][/SIZE][/center] [size=1]Once long ago, a man was happy. This man, who was often just called Mr. Guff, woke up every morning like the rest of the average folk of Happyville, and went about his daily duties with a smile across his face. He traversed toward his occupation as owner of a small tavern and started his day like everyone else. Everyone in Happyville was the same. They all wore smiles, they all worn green, they were all happy. Reasons of why everyone was like this is because no one in Happyville thinks. If a lucid thought pattern did not cross their mindscape, they did not have any opinions or ideas, but they also did not notice The Dark Side of the World nor its troubles. Everything was prime in Happyville. But one day, something changed. It was that no one ever left or came to Happyville. It was in the middle of nowhere in particular. But one stranger arrived one day in one awkward manner. He not only brought himself, but brought change through the idea of thoughts. When the happy folk of Happyville saw him and his gray attire, they immediately knew he had traveled far; far from The Dark Side of the World. The Gray Stranger arrived at Mr. Guff?s tavern, a place where laughs often filled the patrons just as the fine drinks filled their mugs. In Happyville, they only drank a drink called Joywater. But the Gray Stranger hadn?t stopped changing things. He didn?t order Joywater. He ordered liquor. Cold, hard liquor. He took it down quick as the other customers watched in awe. This new drink that had always been offered, but never served was intriguing to them. One of them ordered it. Then another. Eventually, everyone else was drinking liquor. They had never tasted such a drink. But just as quick as they guzzled it down, their vision went black and they were on the floor. Only Mr. Guff remained with the Gray Stranger in the land of conscious. He stood behind the counter, preparing more liquor for the man. Then the Gray Stranger told many stories over many drinks to Mr. Guff, explaining the world beyond Happyville. How The Dark Side of the World was really the Light of Opportunity. There were towns ten times the size of Happyville with buildings that blocked out the sun. There were all sorts of people and animals and plants and wonders beyond imaginable. Happyville was only the beginning! However, Mr. Guff did not believe the Gray Stranger. He smiled politely, excused the man as being poisoned from The Dark Side of the World, and sent him on his way with a last glass of liquor. The Gray Stranger stepped toward the door and turned. He stared at Mr. Guff, a stare of seriousness, no smile noticeable. This was the first time Mr. Guff had ever seen a frown. The Gray Stranger muttered one thing before stepping out the door. ?Think about it.? He was then gone. Normally if someone said something odd to Mr. Guff, he?d excuse it. But this was a stranger from The Dark Side of the World and it stuck with him. That night, he went home and ate his normal dinner, watched his normal shows, and slept in his regular old bed. But he couldn?t sleep. Something was stopping him. Could they be? thoughts? Mr. Guff awoke the next morning tired, ornery, and confused. Thoughts clouded his mind and he couldn?t think straight. Of course, he never thought before in the first place. This was new. He wasn?t sure what to make of it. He stepped outside in his green attire and waved to the fellow happy folk in their green attire. They smiled. He forced a smile. He arrived at the tavern only to find many happy folk standing at the door, wishing for more of that fantastic drink that was not Joywater. He stepped inside and served them all the drinks and like last time, he found they were all passed out in their booths and chairs. Some even littered the floor. And like the previous day, they went home a little tired, ornery, and confused, just as Mr. Guff was. Mr. Guff arrived home that night, still tired, ornery, and confused. He ate his normal dinner. It tasted stale. He watched his normal shows. They somehow bored him. He slept in his regular old bed and once more could not sleep. He thought on it and made one final conclusion: he was not happy. The next day, Mr. Guff stepped out in the town of Happyville. Eyes wandered towards him in shock and appall. He passed the smiling happy folk in their green attire. They passed the frowning Mr. Guff in his gray attire. When he arrived at the tavern, the same happy folk were awaiting the Magical Drink. He scowled and passed them by. They stayed at the entrance, confused. Eventually, everyone left their houses and followed Mr. Guff. Both from curiosity and fright, they wanted to know what he was up to. He finally stopped traversing when he arrived at the edge of Happyville, an opening only used once by the Gray Stranger that passed through what seemed like centuries ago. Mr. Guff stared back at the wondering happy folk of Happyville. They were no longer smiling. No one was. They were tired, ornery, and confused. They stared blankly into the gray of Mr. Guff?s attire. Then the skies turned the same color. The tone of the town grew dark and rain poured down, something that had never happened before. Many happy folk complained they were getting wet. Some were too cranky to care. But they all waited for Mr. Guff to act all the same. He didn?t move for a long time. He just gave Happyville a good, hard look like he was taking it in for the last time. But in truth, he was. Before stepping out, he said one final thing. ?Think about it.? Then he left. He left forever, with no intention of ever returning. He was going to see the world; the world the happy folk feared as The Dark Side; the world they feared would lead to their deaths. But because they were afraid to leaving, they too began to think. And because they began to think, they too became unhappy. The rain poured harder and the green bled from their clothes. They all were eventually wearing gray attire to match the frowns they wore across their faces. No one made a move for a long time until one man took a step. He walked through the crowd toward the opening that led out of Happyville. When he crossed over, another followed, then another. Soon, the happy folk left in masses until no one remained in the town. They all left for good, with no intention of ever returning. Upon leaving, they found the rain ceased, the clouds parted, and more beautiful colors than just green were vivid. The Dark Side of the World didn?t wait to engulf them. It was the Light of Opportunity that shined so brightly for them. Now that they saw what they were missing, they understood. Everyone understood. As for Happyville, the place became deserted and legend. Like before, no one ever left or came to Happyville. And no one had any intentions of ever arriving for a very long time.[/size] [img]http://img131.exs.cx/img131/8930/dwwashere9rz.gif[/img]

[center][img]http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/593/loto9xl.jpg[/img][/center] [size=2][left][b]Name:[/b] Loto [b]Game:[/b] Dragon Warrior Series (DW3, to be exact) [b]Portrait:[/b] [img]http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/266/loto26ds.jpg[/img][center][i]Hot.[/i][/center] [b]Experience:[/b] [i]The following is in the, if not egotistical, then exaggerated words of Loto himself... the stuck-up snob:[/i] Yeah, I've saved the world a few times in my day. You know, I dabble in heroics. Slay a foul demon here and save a kingdom from being enveloped by darkness for all eternity there. It's kind of a hobby of mine. I like saving damsels a lot. I like the rewards for it more. (Heh heh, boom, baby!). Pretty much I still want to impress Daddy, who died slaying the evil demon lord Baramos. I mean, sure, I kicked that guy's butt from kingdom come, but I still wanna show Dad I'm better than any other dude warrior guy thing ever. My dad is always walking around as a zombie. It's kind of gross and he complains I'm not worthy a lot, but on the bright side, he's kind of... well... dead. But man, my sword is totally radical. I'm gettin' side-tracked. I also want to impress the Princess. Then maybe I'll get to totally make out with her. Shyah! Anyways, yeah. I can, like, save the world and stuff. Boom, baby! [b]Reason:[/b] What better way to further prove I'm a great hero to my undead father than to join Plumber Bros. themselves? Plus, I'll impress the Princess and shwing! I mean, man, she is [i]fine![/i] If I could get her alone, I'd just take her and-[/left] [COLOR=Red][b]THE REST OF THIS PROFILE WAS LOST IN A FIRE. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.[/B][/COLOR][/size]

Well, Sean and I have been known to take real life jokes with friends and make them into comics (ergo that's why some comics are dedicated to said people). So we wouldn't mind if you threw something in. You'd get rightful credit like everyone else does. [center][img]http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/1192/slackers859al.jpg[/img][/center]

Yes, Deeds, you must keep up to date ;) [center][img]http://img108.imageshack.us/img108/3732/slackers812co.jpg[/img] -------- Happy Birthday to my dad, Mickey. This is dedicated to him :) [img]http://img106.imageshack.us/img106/2708/slackers823dg.jpg[/img] -------- Due to the power outage, it may seem like we were slacking on the comics. But fear not, we weren't. They were still being made. We just couldn't get them up. So we dedicate this comic to that. [img]http://img106.imageshack.us/img106/4608/slackers830ld.jpg[/img] -------- [img]http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/6899/slackers842jb.jpg[/img][/center]

Such a wonderful banner. And yes, Akbar rocks our slacks! [center][img]http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/7868/slackers801fn.jpg[/img][/center]

Yessir. A tribute to [b]Rejected[/b], a classic. [center][img]http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/3357/slackers795cm.jpg[/img][/center]

Go ahead and make a SIS banner. It'd be an honor and make us feel appreciated. [center][img]http://img125.imageshack.us/img125/9455/slackers782wf.jpg[/img][/center]

Hah, yes indeed, Rapture. [center][img]http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/1930/slackers758xy.jpg[/img] ------- [img]http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/5792/slackers767qc.jpg[/img] ------- Happy Valentines Day! [img]http://img336.imageshack.us/img336/3006/slackers775xf.jpg[/img][/center]

Hah, maybe I should consider giving this to a girl I know. If it's that helpful. She likes my humor, so this should astound her. She'll be all over me like a pack of dogs on a three-legged cat. Booyah!

Yay for bad doodles! [center][img]http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/4633/slackers739wr.jpg[/img] -------- [img]http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/4450/slackers741sf.jpg[/img][/center]

Fun facts are fun. [center][img]http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/1539/slackers716tq.jpg[/img] -------- [img]http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/3851/slackers722qi.jpg[/img][/center]

Woot for single-frame! [center][img]http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/6849/slackers705my.jpg[/img][/center]

I'm wondering why there is a topic about this. People have fetishes, even big directors like Tarantino. Whoopdie-Doo, Basil :P

It's SIS tradition that we only do one-frame comics. Sean and I have been considering a second comic series that'll only be updated every so often, but have a plot and better graphics. Maybe that'll be where you'll get your fix. [center][img]http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/4678/slackers693zw.jpg[/img] [URL=http://www.myspace.com/sinslacks][img]http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/2803/sislink8mv.jpg[/img][/URL] Huzzah! Slackers In Slacks has arrived on Myspace! Check it out for special goodies found nowhere else (well... sooner or later...)![/center]