Dragon Warrior

I dunno about you guys, but Opposite Day for me was fun as a kid, but confusing as heck! [center][img]http://img314.imageshack.us/img314/5571/slackers408uq.jpg[/img] ----------------- A history lesson. [img]http://img426.imageshack.us/img426/2893/slackers415ex.jpg[/img] ----------------- Apples are yum :3 [img]http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/2189/slackers424ur.jpg[/img][/center]

[left]Morning fell gradually on the slumbering hunter, who reluctantly eased out of bed and peered out the window to see the bustle of villagers. He was relieved to see the townsfolk being active despite their absense the night before. Took turned to see Helmet already missing from the room, some of his books gone as well. August decided to gather his coat and gear and cowboy hat to top it off and go downstairs to get a quick meal in for the day. Like the outside, the inn was busy with patrons not previously seen or heard from. Took could not find Hasburg in the crowd, so he decided to seat himself at the bar and order an ale. "This early, lad?" said the barkeep, who was oddly Irish in an English inn. Took gave him a fierce look and the bartender gladly abliged the order. "Whatever you say, sir. Yer the boss." The mug of ale was placed on the counter and August took a sip. While drinking, August could clearly study and understand the type of people that existed in Nappingville. More or less, they were all simple folk leading even simpler lives and lived around a basic belief system. He could tell from their mindless babble and rants about magic that they disliked it very much. One could not blame them, for they suffer the horrific fate of making settlement next to the only entrance to Fell. These beliefs would be that all magical creatures or anything related or involved with should return to their home in Fell and never come back. Took could not agree more. August finished off his drink just as Helmet took a seat on the stool next to him. He laid down his books and papers and smiled with glee at his fellow hunter. "Now see here, August," he smirked behind large goggles that enlarged his pupils by five times, "I was right all along. Fell's entrance is here. I saw it with my own eyes." "You mean those huge owl ones?" Took mocked. "Listen to me," Helmet persisted. "Not only is Fell here, but I have gotten ridiculously high magical readings from this area. Even the town is swarmed with mystical energy." "Sounds like we'll have a good hunt," Took said through chewing a sandwich that had appeared in front of him moments ago. "Most undoubtedly," Helmet agreed, sniffing through his papers again. "Now I have taken the liberty to figure out a plan to study the Fell entrance and track down any..." Wilhelm stopped when he spotted the empty mug that reaked of ale. "Back to that again, aye?" "I never left." "Never left? You told me you quit back in Organstein." "I was drunk when I said that." "You were [i]what[/i]?!" "Listen," Took eased, "don't worry so much about me. I make it okay every time. What's alcohol going to do to me?" "It'll be the death of you someday," Helmet threatened. "Oh, and a large ogre the size of a church tower won't be?" "Well, you can't very well fight that ogre intoxicated like a second-rate carpenter." "Hey!" came a shout from the crowd of patrons. "Sorry!" Wilhelm apologized. He turned back to Took. "Today is too important of a day for you to go on one of your booze runs. Keep it sober and let's check out Fell." "Yeah, sure." Took looked over the counter at nothing in particular. Helmet packed up his stuff and started towards the stairs that'd lead to his room. "I'm gathering the equipment. I'll be back in a second to go. You stay away from the liquor." "Get going," Took snapped and Helmet was already jumping up three steps to save for lost time. August turned to the barkeep who stared innocently back. "You heard him, no liquor. Give me a beer."[/left]

Thank you all for your support on SIS. It's really not that hard for the two of us to come up with a comic. They're mostly stupid jokes that really aren't that funny, but do to their simplicity and just raw, odd ways of presenting them, they show a successful display of humor. Go figure. [center][img]http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/3994/slackers399mi.jpg[/img][/center]

It's not pencil-drawn. I doodle these on the computer (in Flash program, in fact). [center][img]http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/1328/slackers370ek.jpg[/img] -------- [img]http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/3773/slackers387nr.jpg[/img][/center]

Nah, they're not a series. I'm just currently working on animals and creatures. I'll get to humans very soon. [img]http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/5268/mousewarrior3cq.jpg[/img] [size=1][b]Art Name:[/b] Mouse Warrior [b]Date Drawn:[/b] 1/3/06 [b]Description:[/b] Despite what many may think, he's not from Redwall. I doodled this little guy quickly and didn't really bother with any detail. He's not my favorite, but the girls found him cute (and they dig a guy who can draw cute and cuddly animals ;) ). The sword is really big, yes, but that's what makes him rock! He squeaks for freedom and protects the big cheese.[/size] [img]http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/4870/raccoonadventurer0lm.jpg[/img] [size=1][b]Art Name:[/b] Raccoon Adventurer [b]Date Drawn:[/b] 1/3/06 [b]Description:[/b] I didn't like this one that much from the start. It's okay, but like the mouse warrior, it was rushed and didn't get a lot of detail. After someone blamed me for being sexist for not drawing any girl animals, I made this one quickly a female. Sadly you can't tell 'cause my camera took a bad picture, but the raccoon has eyelashes that specify it's female. The eyelashes are the only way of telling it's a girl (I have yet to try and draw breasts since I am not yet familiar with drawing females really).[/size]

[quote name='? Nomad Tical ?']Nice work DW, my mom would love that one.[/quote] Are you saying your mom's a meat product? [center][img]http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/4849/slackers364ip.jpg[/img][/center]

[center]Okay, my sillies. The RPG is up. Get to it![/center]

[center][img]http://img432.imageshack.us/img432/1755/felltook1cj.jpg[/img][/center] [center][img]http://img323.imageshack.us/img323/2141/itbegins9tv.jpg[/img][/center] [left]The air seemed fresher once August and Wilhelm arrived nearer to the end of the forest. The light shined through the canopy and the various insects latched onto their horses, but were quickly assailed by the fast movements of flailing tails. August demounted his horse and walked over to a small stream that, from there on, lead to the town of Nappingville where they'd make camp in a local inn. He removed a small, metal cup from his satchel on his horse and scooped water from the stream. Sipping it, he nodded and stared up into the tree leaves. The sun quickly caught his gaze and he squinted to evade the blinding light. Helmet leapt down from his horse and examined the area, as if conducting experiments on the soil and atmosphere. Soon after, he joined August for a drink. He stared out over the stream to where Took's gaze led. "It truely is beautiful," he said, breaking the silence between the two. Took looked down at his friend and nodded. "Nightfall will come quicker here, though. Back on your horse, Wilhelm." Took made his way to his horse and hopped on while Helmet grumbled behind him. It didn't take long to arrive in Nappingville. The place wasn't too far off from the forests and was clearly in eyesight from the forest entrance. The town was desolate and not many people appeared outside the buildings, which were barely pieced together themselves. Took and Helmet shared an unearthly silence as their horses slowly walked down the Nappingville streets. They both knew why the people probably were in their homes at this hour. The night belonged to the mystical and the mysterious. It was all mainly unknown since no one cared to find out what it was. Fear or lack of interest plagued the minds of the townsfolk. August and Helmet decided to settle their horses in an old man's stables. They graciously overpaid for the farmer's services and took shelter for the night in a nearby inn. After being shown their rooms, August and Helmet decided not to leave for the rest of the night. Instead, the evening would belong to planning and restocking of items needed. Perhaps even a hunt or two if at all possible (and if something was foolish enough to show up in town while the witch hunters were around). August laid on his bed and twirled the revolver on his gun, mostly out of sheer boredom than anything else. Helmet poured himself over papers and gadgets, adding more to his book of tricks, stradegies, and cures. He often did this up to late hours of the night, but Took didn't mind as long as he kept the candlelight on his side of the room. Witch hunter or not, he needed his rest. Helmet mumbled something Took didn't quite catch and then leapt up with a shout of, "Oh my graces!" Took jumped up as well, gun ready for flaring. "What is it, Wilhelm?" "This town," Helmet said, still looking over papers and books. "I knew this town sounded familiar." Took lowered his gun and sat up on the edge of the bed. "What do you mean?" "Look, have a look at this." Helmet brought the large, leather-bound book over to Took and sat next to him. "Right here," he said, pointing at a large paragraph of technical lingo. "It says here that Nappingville is the town closest to the entrance to Fell." "The world of magic," Took nodded. "And?" "And?" Helmet said surprised. "And what? That's incredible! Do you realize how magic-oriented this place must be? It's got to be riddled with witches and warlocks and werewolves and werecats and goblins and trolls and fairies and-" "And bookworms like you pretty much having sexual fantasies about magic," Took snorted. "You read too much into everything." "Ah!" Helmet smiled, ignoring the insults. "But how else would we be so successful without knowing about our opponents first?" "What's Fell's entrance have to do with anything? Nothing can leave Fell, especially not through the entrance." "Wouldn't you think the place would be swarming with magical folk because of the essence coming from the entrance? I'd believe the gateway to Fell would have fuel for their mystical forms and it'd feed their souls to make them stronger." Took stared blankly at Helmet. "Yeah, you think about that. I'm goin' to sleep." He kicked off his boots and got under the sheets before turning towards the wall and away from Helmet. "See you in the mornin', Wilhelm." His candle went out and Helmet was stuck in only his own light at his work station. He walked over to his papers and shuffled through. "He'll see tomorrow that I'm right." "Hey, shut it!" Took shouted, and he threw a boot, which missed Helmet by a long shot and instead smacked the candle, lighting a page on fire. Helmet squealed as his work went up in flames and he quickly patted it out with August's coat. "My jacket," August whined. Helmet finished patting the flame out and threw Took back his coat with a glare. "Oh, stop your blubberin' and get some sleep. Tomorrow I prove you wrong."[/left]

I just had a bologna sandwich today too :) For those of you who are dumb or just ignorant, bologna is pronounced "boloni" and is a popular lunch meat. [center][img]http://img281.imageshack.us/img281/4571/slackers353lz.jpg[/img][/center]

[img]http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/5051/goblinsentry4tu.jpg[/img] [size=1][b]Art Name:[/b] Goblin Sentry [b]Date Drawn:[/b] 1/2/06 [b]Description:[/b] Ugly little guy, isn't he? This hog-snouted goblin was just a quickie compared to the others, but he's still equally in my heart. I admit, I liked how he turned out. Nevertheless, I don't have much to say about him. [color=teal]This picture doesn't seem to want to load completely for me. Does that happen to you or anyone else? -Syk3[/color][/size]

Yeah, the light is coming from the top-right corner, I figured, but in some parts where the shading is done on the right side of an object, it's simply because another object is blocking the light. Take his eyebrows for example... that one weird patch of hair in the middle between both eyebrows blocks a bit of light on the right eyebrow (left to us). Hope that clears things up somewhat... [img]http://img448.imageshack.us/img448/4632/monkeythief3th.jpg[/img] [size=1][b]Art Name:[/b] Monkey Thief [b]Date Drawn:[/b] 1/2/06 [b]Description:[/b] Got a naner? :< This little guy is a crafty one and meant to look very mischievous. Note that he has stolen quite a few things from the food in his right paw to the ring on his tail. The lay around his neck was just for special effect... maybe he crashed a party? It certainly looks like the rich folk were there and have some good food! I didn't like this guy at first, but after finishing and slowly adding special features to him (like the knife on his left leg), he started growing on me. Not my favorite, but meh...[/size]

No, we're just a couple of small hick towns thrown together into one school (each town roughly the size of 1400 people or less each) and those taxpayers never bother voting all the improvements to our school through. They always deny them. We had so many plans for improving the school, but the taxpayers didn't wanna spend the extra three bucks each to pay for it. The superintendent couldn't pocket cash if he wanted to. But we get off topic...

Yes, but when I say low-budget, I mean the school is crap and can't even afford paper (that's not an exaggeration). We barely have any programs/sports as it is and if you're in one, you have to pay a participation fee. It sucks that I have to pay $25-50 to do an activity I enjoy while doing it under the school's name.

Sounds like tap-dancing/Irish dancing. But I'm ignorant on the subject. I'm with Baron. I've never heard of it. My sister took dance when she was younger (tap-dancing) and that was a bunch of stomps and claps. I'm sure there's a difference between the two, nevertheless. We lack a team for our school. Then again, I go to a low-budget school.

You can always just make a spar in the Arena if you wish to face someone. You can then have the characters you roleplay as insult each other during combat. That's about as close as you can get to flaming on Otaku[b]Boards[/b]. The reason it's hard to find a friend to "flame fight" with is because people don't often like to do that. You may do it with a close friend on the spur of the moment, but you're not going to find it here on OB. I suggest just using GW for this sort of thing and leave it be here on Otaku[b]Boards[/b].

It's not a matter of being able to edit the rules. It's the idea that the Administrators and Moderators of the forum chose to make these boards a safe place with no flaming. They don't want it, so that's why they wouldn't edit the rules to make it so the members could flame. But if there's more convenience to it, please, elaborate, but I seriously doubt this will go through. It's completely not Otaku[b]Boards[/b].

[center][img]http://img493.imageshack.us/img493/2618/slackers343dw.jpg[/img][/center] This one is my new favorite.

Happy New Years, all! And enjoy... [center][img]http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/5650/slackers335ys.jpg[/img][/center]

Yes, but I do that with them privately. The problem with this is it'll be abused very quickly. It goes against Otaku[b]Boards'[/b] rules and guidelines. It's not a matter of having fun, it's just that it's not something we do here. Besides, it's not making fun of your friends, it's flaming. You can mess with your friends in PMs or IMs.

Did you say GW? As in GamingWorld? I would not bring their ideas and such into this forum. GW fails miserably and lacks the order of any rules or anything. I left that place because I was flamed and spammed beyond all reason. Their moderators don't do their job that often and some of them even add to the spam and flaming. It's an uncomfortable place to be. I only found a few friendly faces there and they left as well. All who reside there now are the ones who continuously abuse everyone that joins, especially new members. Heck, they even have a "Crap Shack" where people are allowed to flame and spam all they like, which is disgusting and useless. Having said that, even if you meant GamingWorld or not, this idea could not fly. This is just influencing flaming and hate on the forum and basically telling members it's okay to diss and otherwise verbal abuse other members. Even if someone is silly enough to volunteer to do such a thing, what would be the good reason to? If it's to take out hate or pain, I'm sorry, my friend, but it doesn't seem correct to do it this way. Flaming is never a good thing, period.

The cat is not chubby. It's his shirt open. Part of it is tucked, so it does appear to look like a well-rounded tummy. [img]http://img455.imageshack.us/img455/4109/swordslinger8no.jpg[/img] [size=1][b]Art Name:[/b] The Swordslinger [b]Date Drawn:[/b] 1/1/06 [b]Description:[/b] Not as good as the [i]Cat Pirate[/i], in my opinion, but I still like him. This guy would most likely be one of the villain's goons, one of his small recruits or minions that follow in the army. He was simple to draw and was, in parts, amusing to doodle. Sadly my scanner is being dumb and so I had to go by means of digital camera to get this baby up here. That is why the bottom (mostly around his feet) is a little lighter than the rest. But I assure you, on the actual paper, the lines are as dark as the rest.[/size]

Howdy, folks. This thread will be dedicated to my passion for cartooning, which I've done ever since I knew how to pick up a pencil. But now I've been working on certain parts of cartooning and have become more advanced at the art. You may have all seen my animations or [i]Slackers In Slacks[/i] or any other cartoony graphic I've done in the past. Well, those are nothing compared to what I do now. I'm really taking things seriously and putting some effort into it. I'd be very pleased and appreciative if you took the time to comment my work here. As of right now, I'm doing cartoon animals. Here, you'll see I started with a cartoon Cat Pirate... [img]http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/6981/catpirate1da.jpg[/img] [size=1][b]Art Name:[/b] Cat Pirate [b]Date Drawn:[/b] 12/31/05 [b]Description:[/b] The last picture I drew in the year 2005. It's a cat pirate, of course! Took an hour or so, then every now and then I'd add certain parts to it (like the design on his collar or the bent whisker). I'm proud of it, actually, especially since this is all very new to me. I did look at pictures of cartoon cats for inspiration and how they look, then I went ahead and made my own. I know if I didn't do that, it'd be nowhere near as good as this. I guess in a way, this cat represents my New Years resolution to become a good cartoonist.[/size] Comments pwease... :^D

Here ye go, folks. [center][size=5]Chapter Two: Oh, For The Love Of Purple Happy Drinks![/size][/center] [size=2][left]?Get on your feet, feller, LOL!? White cringed at the awful internet acronyms. All the same, he stood up with the gun still pointed straight to his cranium. ?I don?t want no trouble,? White said cautiously. ?ROFL, you got trouble, mister!? The mysterious stranger uncocked the gun and recocked it for effect (is that even possible?). ?Now give me the moneys, lam3r!? ?I know that voice,? White mumbled to himself. He then smiled mischievously. ?Go ahead. Shoot me.? ?LOL, you?re crazy,? laughed the man. ?But otay!? The man pulled the trigger and was sent flying backward into the rock, clutching his chest with pain. ?WTF?!? ?Syk3 the Retarded Bandit,? White smirked, approaching the wounded man. ?You?re by far the worst bandit ever in existence. You had a gun right to my head and you somehow manage to shoot yourself instead.? ?I?ve always been a bad shot,? Syk3 admitted. ?But I?m better at fist-fighting!? He leapt to his feet suddenly and did a little dance in the sand. It was quite nice, but White had to put an end to it when Syk3 started to strip down for a pole dance. ?You think you?re so awesome, don?t you, White? LOL!? ?Yes, a little bit,? White bragged. ?Well, I?ve got news for you,? Syk3 glared. There was a long eerie silence while White awaited the rest of Syk3?s insult, but surely enough, it never came. ?Umm? okay?? ?You?re such a fool, Mr. Foolish,? Syk3 continued. ?You don?t even know you got Marshall James J. James and his two best men after you for not paying that service charge.? ?What in the name of Dragon Warrior?s porn collection are you talkin? about?? ?Now who?s retarded? LOL!? Syk3 cleared his throat. ?You robbed Otaku Town?s bank, so it?s no surprise the Marshall himself would come after ye. You have no change.? ?Don?t you mean chance?? ?Right. What?d I say?? ?Change.? ?LOL!!? ?Yeah? well, if they?re after me, I best get a move on.? ?Oh, no you don?t! I want that money! LOL.? ?Back off, Syk3.? ?You?re dead, White, ROFLMAO!!!? White punched Syk3 in the face, who fell down a snake pit and died. White ran over to DW and shook him awake. ?Whaaaat?? DW stirred. ?I had a nice dream involving Hello Kitty.? ?We?ve gotta scram. Marshall James J. James and his goons are after us.? DW jumped up and his moogle went flying. ?Let?s be off!? White leapt onto his horse and rode away. DW jumped into his Porsche and drove away. Unfortunately they didn?t exist at that time, so it exploded and he had to resort to horseback again. ?Where do we go?? ?Well,? White began, ?we need to hide out until the coast is clear, so we?re goin? to a rough town full of rough people. I just hope we can make it before those hentai-lovin? n00bs catch us.? Speaking of those hentai-lovin? n00bs, they happened to be only so far from Dusty DW and White the Kid when Des had to make a pit-stop. ?Welcome to Otaku Burger, how may I help you?? ?Okay, okay,? James yelled at his two goons, ?shut up and I?ll see if they have toys.? He then turned toward the ordering box. ?Yes, I?d like uh? Otaku Cheeseburger, no ketchup. Umm? a medium OtakuCola, and a large order of Super Delicious Otaku Fries.? He turned to Des and Dagger. ?What do you two want?? ?Nothin? for me, boss,? Dagger said. ?I want a Purple Happy Drink!? Des squeed. ?Did he just squee?? Dagger and James said in unison. ?Okay, I?ll try getting it,? James said. ?Do you people have Purple Happy Drinks?? ?You [I]people?[/I]? mimicked the order box. ?Yeah, [I]you people.[/I]? ?We don?t take too kindly to racism.? ?Well, [I]I[/I] don?t take too kindly to your? umm? kind!? ?That?s it. Get him boys!? James screamed like a girl and was beat up by large trolls. Dagger and Des watched while their boss got the beating of his life. ?I still didn?t get my Purple Happy Drink,? Des whined. ?Here it is,? White smiled. ?Group Sounds, the toughest, most roughest, most erotic place this side of the Wild Wild Web.? ?I smell popsicles,? DW whimpered. ?That?s normal,? White assured him. ?C?mon, let?s find a nice hotel to stay at.? White turned to look at DW, but he was gone. ?Where?d he go now?? That?s when White saw it. The most famous of famous brothel houses, The Goddess of Luck. If there was a place a man could be more welcome at than that, we?d be happy to see it. The place is owned by a woman named Goddess herself and she has recruited any brothel girl she can find worth the money the men pay. The place is high and classy, but mostly for the rich people, especially the ones who can afford DSL. White entered, figuring DW?s woman-magnetism led him through the same doors. He looked around and noted the place was crazy. Numerous members were sipping drinks and playing cards and some eating cardboard, but those people we don?t really hang out with. They?re not really apart of the ?cool clique.? White began his search over at the bar where he could get a nice martini. That?s when he noticed several people dressed in unusual outfits and attire. ?Excuse me, strange people, have you seen a sexy black mage bandit?? The leader of the group turned to White and glared. ?We?re the League of Not-So-Extraordinary Gentlemen And Stuff. Represent!? They all struck a pose. ?Wow, was that all rehearsed or something?? ?Listen, fool,? the League leader began, ?this be our town. You better jus? mosy on outta here.? ?I will once I find my friend.? ?You leave now,? the leader snapped. He drank down his Batwing Bladder-Bussles and lifted his cane to whack White, but was stopped by a dashingly enchanting woman. ?Goddess!? he choked. Everyone turned and choked as well. A man coughed up his Purple Happy Drink all over his new suit. That?s a shame. Purple Happy Drink stains. ?Leave my business be,? she said, and the League went back to their meeting. Goddess turned to White. ?White the Kid, eh?? ?Yes, that?s me. Have you seen my-? ?Friend?? she interrupted. ?Yes.? ?Where is-? ?He?? she interrupted again. ?Upstairs.? ?Stop inter-? ?Rupting you?? she interrupted. ?No.? White wanted to pout ( ;_; ), but didn?t. Instead he continued his questioning. ?I?d like it if-? ?I told you where he is?? she interrupted [I]again[/I]. ?No,? White said. ?I was going to say ?I?d like it if you could pass me some of those nuts,? but you interrupted me incorrectly.? Goddess glared at White, for she knew she had been beat. ?Follow me.? White was led down several halls, some with bizarre pictures like people eating scissors. ?Why do you have pictures of people eating scissors?? ?This way,? Goddess said, disappearing around a corner. When White took the corner, a hand grabbed him and pulled him into the closet. Before the door could shut, White screamed. ?Dude, you just grabbed my junk!? Then the door slammed closed. Meanwhile, DW was having troubles in the hallways himself. He was quite lost and had only a tricycle as his means of transportation. Why he decided to ride a tricycle through a hallway, no one knows. He took a corner and saw two twins in tight little outfits. One was holding a ball. ?Come play with us, DW. Forever and ever and ever.? Then they moaned sexually. ?Hell yeah!? DW hopped out of the tricycle. ?All work and no sex makes DW a dull boy,? he said, putting his arms around the twins and leading them towards a room. ?We?ve never met a grown man who rides a tricycle before,? said one of the twins. ?Oh, there?s plenty of things you don?t know about me,? DW smirked. He opened the door to the bedroom only to find White tied to the bed. ?White!? DW screamed. ?Dude, get out of here! Can?t you see I?m busy?? ?I?m tied up, you ass!? White snapped back. ?But I have women!? The twins peeked into the room. White smiled. ?Okay, I?ll leave if I can have the one on the left.? ?Done,? DW agreed. Syk3 the Retarded Bandit climbed out of the snake pit (besides the fact that earlier we said he died) and thanked Marshall James J. James for saving his life. ?Thank you, sir. Thank you! The snake venom is the sweetest nectar.? ?If you?re done kissing my kneecaps, you can stand up,? James yelled. ?Sir, I think the expression is ?kissing your ass,?? Dagger corrected. ?You wanna kiss my ass?? James stared. ?You?re sick. Go back to your gay friend Des.? Des looked up from his Purple Happy Drink innocently. ?Wha?? ?Where?d they go, Syk3?? James asked. ?They went to? umm? Group Sounds, sir.? Dagger fell backward in surprise. Des choked on his straw. James peed his pants. Syk3 died from the venom. And DW had one wild night in that brothel house. ?Did he just say Group Sounds?? James shrieked. ?Yes, sir, he did,? Dagger cried. James looked at Dagger and Des. ?This could be dangerous. It?s mighty unsafe for lawmen in Group Sounds. The place is smothered in crime like? umm? something smothered really a lot.? ?So we?re not goin??? Des asked. ?Oh, we?re going.? James smirked. ?I have a plan.? He then laughed maniacally and his two goons joined in. Afterwards, they started walking to their horses when James tripped over Syk3?s dead body, followed by Des, and followed by Dagger. James threw them off him. ?Who put this dang corpse here?? DW and White walked downstairs as new men the next morning. ?I feel like a hundred bucks,? DW said. ?Speaking of which?? He pulled out $100 from the bag of money and gave it to Goddess. ?Enjoy your stay?? she asked. ?Yeah,? White said. ?But seriously, why are those pictures in your hallway?? ?Have a nice day,? Goddess said, throwing the two out the door. The moment they stood up, they were face to face with a load of brutes. ?The League of Not-So-Extraordinary Gentlemen And Stuff,? White mumbled. ?Try to say that five times fast,? DW chuckled. No one laughed, so he just shut up. ?That?s right, yo!? said the leader. ?We?re the League of Not-So-Extraordinary Gentlemen And Stuff! Represent!? They all struck a pose. ?That all seemed rather rehearsed,? DW commented. ?I thought I told you to get yer friend and get out,? the leader said. ?Now, you see,? DW said, ?that?s a really good western dialect. Why can?t I have that?? ?You?re dead now,? the leader said. He suddenly unleashed his goons onto White and DW. That?s when all at once, the League was shot fifteen times each within three seconds. They all collapsed to the ground, banned for good. DW and White turned to see a man with a shotgun in one hand and a vodka bottle in the other. ?You fellers better watch yer backs ?round these here parts,? the gunslinger said. ?You be askin? fer trouble.? ?Oh, his dialect,? DW admired. ?He?s good.? ?Name?s Alan the n00b Hunter, but folks ?round Group Sounds here call me DeadSeraphim.? ?I think I?ll stick to Alan,? White said. ?Shut up,? Alan scolded, cocking his shotgun. He took a swig of his alcohol and glared. ?You boys better giddy up on outta here ?fore you git into anymore troubles.? ?We?re hidin? out from Marshall James J. James, though,? DW said. ?Yeah, we robbed Otaku Town bank,? White spoke. He then looked around as if to see if anyone is listening and then whispered, ?We didn?t pay the $3.00 service charge.? Alan jumped up and shot his vodka bottle with his shotgun. After cocking it, he looked into DW and White?s eyes, getting lost in their beauty for only a moment. ?You two are dangerous folk,? he said. ?I wouldn?t mess wit? ye.? He thought for a moment and then smiled. ?I?ll tell ya?ll wut.? ?Wut?? White asked. ?Wut?? ?What?s wut?? DW asked. ?Wut?s wut?! Wut?s wut!? ?No, not wut wut. What?s wut?? White corrected. ?That?s wut I said. Wut!? ?What the hell is wut?? White screamed. ?Wut is wut!? ?Wut!? ?Wut?? ?Wut,? DW said, not really knowing what?s going on. ?You two fellers really put the dick in ridiculous, you know that? I dunno wut the hell yer talkin? ?bout.? ?We?re talking about wut,? White grumbled. ?I dunno wut wut is.? ?Neither do we.? There was a silence. ?Anyways,? Alan said, ?I?ll take you both to a place you can hide from this Marshall feller.? ?Really?? DW giggled. ?Sure,? Alan said. ?As long as you don?t giggle like that agin, you creepy son of a bitch.? ?Will there be food?? White asked. ?Sure. As long as you guys pay me a bit of that there money. Wut do you say to that?? ?There?s that wut again,? White grumbled. ?Just say yes!? Alan snapped. ?Yes,? DW and White said in unison. ?Good. Let?s get a move on.? Only a few hours later, Marshall James J. James and his gang arrived at Group Sounds. They spotted the League of Not-So-Extraordinary And Now Quite Dead Gentlemen And Stuff dead on the ground as their name suggests. They passed [I]The Goddess of Luck[/I] and went straight to [I]Tony?s Bar[/I] at the end of one street. When they entered, they saw the meanest and baddest guys around. ?Do I smell popsicles?? Des asked. ?Shut up,? James scolded. He then approached the bartender. ?Hey, is seh here?? ?Who?s seh?? asked the bartender. ?You know? seh.? ?Umm? I dunno who you mean.? ?She, damnit!? ?Ohhh, her.? ?Yeah, sorry. Nasty typos.? ?Yeah, they can be a pain. She?s in the back. Enter at your own risk.? ?I go alone,? James said to Dagger and Des. He walked through the backdoor and into a dark room. A lone woman stood by the fireplace, eating cookies and drinking Purple Happy Drinks. ?I have a job for you,? he said to her cautiously. ?Does it pay well?? she asked. ?Oh, very well,? James grinned. ?Show me,? she demanded. James reached into his pocket. ?All I have on me right now is three cents, a bottle cap, and a couple of pogs.? The woman sighed and snatched them from his hand with her whip. ?They?ll do for now. I expect more pogs later.? ?Of course, madam,? James grinned darkly. ?So do we have an accord?? She finally turned toward him for the first time and he noticed she wore a mask over her eyes. She smirked darkly back at him. ?You have acquired the services of Ozymandius Jones, the best bounty hunter to ever live.?[/left][/size]

I had a pretty good year. There were highlights to it. I got my driver's license, I was Homecoming King, my Cross Country team I'm on rocked all season (almost undefeated), I got to make several movies, I have two beautiful women who both want to date me now (choosing is hard :( ), etc. Most of my highlights came when senior year rolled around (I graduate next year). I expect good things from 2006 to end my High School Saga. I did leave Otaku[b]Boards[/b] for quite a while this year, but it was a vacation well-needed. And now I'm back with a vengeance.

All I know is the show is actually just mindless dribble. When I watched an episode of it so I could point out things to make fun of in my movie parody I was making, I was dying slowly due to lack of intelligence. Sure, it's for kids, but for five minutes straight the purple teletubby slid up and down the same slide over and over again. (That's not an exaggeration, I clocked how long they did it for). That's five minutes of my life down the drain. And the baby in the sun is just weird, but I'm sure it amuses the kiddies. It's not meant for adults, so I shouldn't say anything, but what does it do for kids? Just a lot of pretty colors and weird sounds. Oh, and a few familiar nursery rhymes (which they repeated seven times, also not an exaggeration).