Dragon Warrior

To make James happy, I'm making this chapter [i]not[/i] centered and in size 2 font. Happy? ;^D Anyways, here's the next one! Yay! [size=5][b]Chapter 2: A Loon, A Sexy Beast, and A Really Ugly Waiter[/b][/size] [size=2]The very next day James went to Dr. Kane?s abode once again. Solo?s paws patted the floor softly as he panted and made his way down the steps to the basement to serve the company breakfast. ?Ah, flapjacks!? beamed Kane, who immediately helped himself to a twelve stack. After pouring some Big-Foot Urine Syrup over his pancakes, he motioned for James to take his share. James declined. ?I?m not in the mood to eat right now. Not after what has happened to Lore.? Kane nodded with understanding. He took a cup and passed it to James. ?Then have some Batwing Bladder-Bussles.? James almost choked. ?No!? ?Very well,? Kane said, a little disappointed James didn?t accept the offering. He placed the cup down and stared into his own. After sipping, he crossed his right leg over his left and placed his hands in his lap. ?Now then, what do you wish to discuss?? ?The banning of Lore. It?s uncalled for!? Solo had to push James down into his chair. Kane nodded calmly. ?I know you?re upset James, but we can?t get too excited. When anger gets in the way of things, your mind is clouded. Anger leads to hate and hate leads to the dark side.? ?What are you, a Jedi Master?? ?Silence, young Padawan!? Dr. Kane shoved five pancakes in his mouth and chewed angrily until he calmed down enough to swallow. ?About Lore? wait, didn?t that bag say Sara?? ?Yeah, I think it was a mistake. It was either a typo or the [i]Postless Banner[/i]-? ?Postless Banner?? ?I named him, okay?!? ?Fine, fine!? Kane shook. ?Anyways, as I was saying. It was either a typo or the Postless Banner didn?t know Sara changed her name to Lore.? Kane rubbed his chin. He was intrigued by this, but wasn?t sure what to make of it. ?Of course I don?t know what to make of it! No one does! If I did, this case would be solved.? Sorry. ?Stupid narrator.? Hey, shut up! Kane wears a training bra. ?Hey, stop narrating lies!? ?Excuse me,? James said interrupting the idiotic Kane and the very attractive narrator, ?can?t we do this little feud later and get to the bottom of this case?? James is very gay. ?Oh, that?s it!? ?Calm down, James,? Kane said calmly. He?s gay too. ?Stupid mother f-? It was afternoon when James and Kane left the house after the battle with the narrator. I?m the new narrator, just so you know. Anyways, James and Kane stopped at their favorite café, ?The Shinmaru Shack.? ?I don?t like the name of this place,? James commented as a freakishly disgusting-looking waiter seated them. Dr. Kane gave one look towards their servant and almost used the ketchup bottom placed on the table as a barf bag. ?I Syk3,? said the hideous thing that we sadly call a waiter. ?Whaz cans I gets you gentlemenses?? Solo gave off a low growl. James patted his furry friend and tried his best to look at the waiter. It was just so hard! It was like burning out your eyes. ?We?d all like a cappuccino.? ?Whip cream on mine,? Dr. Kane said, shielding his eyes with a menu. Syk3 wrote down the orders with what we?re assuming is his hand and then nodded approvingly. He smiled and said, ?Thanks youz for your orderses. I go gets them nowses.? He smirked again, and then took the menu from Kane?s hands, revealing the hideous waiter to the scientist?s line of vision. Kane squealed, but held back a scream. Once the waiter left, Kane poured salt in his eyes to clean them. ?That waiter?s hideous!? mumbled Kane. ?You?re not suppose to look directly at him,? James said matter-of-factly. Kane stabbed silverware into his eyes and sighed. ?Okay, I think my eyes are better. Let?s continue our discussion.? ?Well,? James began, poking at a mustard packet, ?what?s our next option? Wait for another banning to happen? I don?t think so. We can?t allow this to go on anymore.? Kane leaped up with an idea. ?I have an idea!? I just said that. ?Don?t you start with me too, new narrator!? Fine. ?What?s your plan?? James said eagerly. ?Well, I think it was Gonzo from the Muppets or an old proverb that states all criminals think alike. If this is so, we could get a criminal of possibly the same stamina?or even more, if possible?and use them to hunt down the Postless Banner. If they?re of the same mind, the villain should know where to look for the other villain!? ?Sounds like a possible theory,? James considered. ?But can we really trust a criminal?? ?We?ll kick him where it counts if he betrays us!? James smiled as Kane acted out the pain of the criminal if he [i]did[/i] betray them. ?The only thing left now,? Kane continued, ?is we must figure out who the criminal should be.? ?I have just the one in mind,? James grinned, almost deviously. ?Okays, here?s yer drinkies!? Syk3 returned just in time for Kane to get a full view of his hideous face. Kane screamed and rolled on the floor in pain. ?I can still see him when I close my eyes!? ?Think happy thoughts!? James shouted. ?Someone burn out my eyes!? The prison door swung open with a creak, a sound echoing across the empty hallways as it slammed into the wall. James stepped into the cement room and walked down the corridor until he reached a large desk with a small woman. Her desk plate said ?Hevn.? She looked up through thick glasses. ?May I help ye, hun??? James pushed a lock of hair from his eyesight and smiled. ?I?m looking for-? ?Wait, wait, wait,? said the small woman, ?You just pushed a lock of hair and smiled. Are you hitting on me?? James peered down at the woman. She wasn?t that attractive. He began to get nervous. ?Uhh?? ?Oh, you tall drink of water, you. I guess I could let you in.? ?Ummm,? James forced a smile, ?yay?? ?Yay, it is! Go on in, hun?.? James walked away from the desk, but once he was at a far enough distance away, he bolted for the door to the prisoners. Dagger IX1 waltzed in just in time to see James leave. The OtakuBoarder plopped paperwork down on the desk and stared at Hevn. ?Who was that?? ?My man,? said Hevn. There were a lot of criminals here in the Otaku Hollow cells. Peering around James saw such members as? er? well, they were bad members. I?m not going to mention any names just in case they might come and attempt to kill me. Anyways, he made his way down the corridor until he found the cell of the worst and most vile, devious, and incredibly attractive villain to ever walk the streets of Otaku?Dragon Warrior. ?Dragon Warrior,? James said, daring not to stare into the cell of The Sexy One. ?What do you want, admin?? ?I need your help.? ?Well, isn?t that straight to the sexy point?? Dragon Warrior had a knack for sticking the words ?sexy,? ?sex,? or ?poopie? into most of what he says. The black mage, cloaked in his blue garments topped off with his infamous yellowish hat, stood up and finally shined his illuminating eyes toward the Administrator. ?Why would I ever help you?? ?Because I could help you if you help me,? James said, finally turning to face the prisoner. ?Me help you and you help me?? Dragon Warrior almost made a joke laugh. You know, the kind that isn?t a real laugh, but sort of is since he?s so surprised James would say that. You know what I mean. ?I would never help you or any other OtakuBoarder. You?re all just big, smelly butts!? ?Big smelly? what are you, ten?? ?You are!? Dragon Warrior kicked a stack of PlayMage in anger. ?All I did to get thrown in here was try to take over OtakuBoards and you know what? That?s a felony! Oh, bad Dragon Warrior. He?s soooo bad. He causes mischief and makes bad cupcakes. Well, guess what, Jamesie Boyo!? Dragon Warrior clung to the cell bars. ?All I wanted was to make love to hott womenses and smite a few primitive screwheads here and there. I guess that?s just too much to ask.? The black mage then plopped to the floor by his haystack, which is his sorry excuse for a bed. ?You?re not going to make me feel bad for you,? James informed. ?I don?t need your pity.? There was silence for a moment. ?You smelly butt.? ?Alright, cut the crap!? James shouted as he shook the bars. ?Who calls a person a big, smelly butt? Honestly. You?re like a kid.? Dragon Warrior began sulking. ?Am not.? ?Are to.? ?Am not, you stupid head!? ?I?ll take your box juice if you don?t listen to reason!? ?You don?t know what it?s like to be my age!? ?Oh, shut up!? James began pacing around the corridor. ?I need help tracking down the Postless Banner.? ?Oh, that sorry sap?? Dragon Warrior smirked. ?He?s nothing. His criminal scheme is clearly see-through.? ?You mean you know who it is?? James jumped excitedly, clinging to the cell bars again. ?Nuh uh, I ain?t tellin? you nothing.? ?That?s a double negative. That means you have to tell me something!? ?Oh, God damnit!? Dragon Warrior kicked at his hay and stood. ?Fine. I?ll help you. But only if you get me out of here.? ?Okay, I?ll let you go for the time we?re investigating this case.? ?No,? the sexy mage frowned. ?You set me free foreverness.? ?Oh, so you can try and conquer OtakuBoards again? I?ll sick PiroMunkie on you, I swear I will!? ?Listen,? Dragon Warrior stomped, ?you get me out of here, I help you, after the case is done, I?ll go along my way and create my OWN forums to conquer.? Dragon Warrior had a little evil chuckle at this plan. ?You are chuckling evilly about making a forum, aren?t you?? ?Yes.? ?Oh, okay.? James nodded at the guard. DeathKnight flashed on his nametag as he passed under a low light towards the cell. Unfortunately, the visor on his hat was so low over his eyes that he didn?t see the light and slammed into it, causing him to fall into a manhole and die. ?They shouldn?t have built a manhole there,? James commented as he looked down the hole. ?Better yet, they should cover it up.? ?No worries,? Dragon Warrior said. He then summoned the Gods of Evil Demonic Darkness and cast a black spell upon the cell bars, freeing him. ?You know, I?m not entirely sure why I haven?t done that before.? ?C?mon,? James said, walking over the manhole towards the door, ?we?ve got to meet Dr. Kane in the cemetery.? The ?cemetery? is called The Otaku Archives, a graveyard of forgotten threads, closed topics, and members that chose to leave on their own. James and Dragon Warrior paced through the cemetery, passing such graves as Final_Flash, The Padded Party Room, and Bill Cosby. Dragon Warrior made a look at a headstone that read ?Dragon Warrior?s Sexy Tea Parties.? He whined a little, but forgot about it once they arrived at Dr. Kane?s side. Solo Tremaine accompanied them as well. ?What are you looking at, Kane?? James asked when they approached. ?Nothing special,? he replied, turning away from the grave. ?I see you got Dragon Warrior. Good. Let?s go investigate the church, shall we?? They all left the cemetery and the grave Kane was so fascinated with. Huh, it says ?Star Wars Series.? ?Okay, that was a cheap blow,? said Boba Fett, walking on to the scene. ?Star Wars will never die! It are teh R0X0RZ! Obi Wan will continue to be sweet, Anakin will become evil, Yoda will get old and wrinkly foreverses, and I will name my three children Boba, Fett, and Bofett! And I?ll send Mark Hamill to your house and he?ll know what you wrote about Star Wars and it?ll be really awkward, so shuddup!? As stupid as Boba Fett?s appearance was, this story is starting to lose all intelligent quality. So this next paragraph is going to be written with the utmost appropriate intellect. James admired the whirling granules of the soil that scattered across the exhibition of Lore?s lamentable cessation. Kane stood perpendicular with a perplexed façade that he divvied with his concomitants so queerly. Solo unbound an unfathomable gnarr from his throat. Phew? that was some tough writing. Screw that! I?m writing normal now. Anyways, what I just said was James inspected the soil where Lore?s banning took place. Kane watched with Solo and Dragon Warrior, all confused by the situation. Solo growled. Kane looked to where Solo?s eyesight was aiming. It was the abandoned church. It had burnt marks in the wall. Solo rushed over and sniffed at it, Kane and the others following close behind. ?I swear, I didn?t do that,? Dragon Warrior gulped, shifting his eyes. ?That?s not black magic,? Kane said, rubbing at the markings with his gloved hands. Dragon Warrior sighed with relief. ?What are they from, Dr. Kane?? James asked with curiosity. ?They?re from a ModRod,? he said in thought. ?The Postless Banner had a ModRod,? James stated. ?This must be from him. I?m assuming he missed Lore a few times.? ?Exactly,? Kane agreed. He began walking around the scene. ?It?s simple, really. Lore didn?t want to be banned. Who would? She was ambushed and tried to fight back, dodging the blasts. We all know she has a ModRod, but she obviously didn?t have it on her or that guy would be toast.? He continued acting out what happened. ?She dodged numerous times, but finally was hit with a powerful blast, which annihilated her.? A moment of silence for thought and memory of Lore occurred. ?What can we make of this?? James asked, breaking the tranquility ?James, give me your ModRod,? the scientist ordered. James took it out, but Dragon Warrior claimed it first. ?Ah ha! I have the ModRod! The world is mi-OW! You stupid mutt, you?re biting me!? It was true. Solo had a firm grip on the mage?s butt with his chops. ?Let go!? Dragon Warrior tripped and dropped the ModRod, sending a bolt so powerful, it shot straight through the church wall. Kane smiled. ?See?? he said with glee, running to pick up the ModRod, then returning back to the church. ?Your ModRod?s regular power bolt is strong enough to penetrate this old church?s walls while the ModRod attacking Lore wasn?t even powerful enough to singe it. These burns are very poor.? ?What?s it mean?? James asked, taking the ModRod back from his friend. ?It means that whoever this Postless Banner is, they have one of the older ModRods. James, you all have the Version 7 ModRod. This has to be the work of at least Version 2.? James pondered this for a moment, as did everyone else. (Aside from Dragon Warrior who nursed his butt wounds.) ?Alright,? James said, turning towards everyone. ?What do you guys presume we do?? ?I?m not entirely sure,? Kane said, shrugging. ?We should think about this whole thing before taking-? ?I have an idea,? Dragon Warrior with a gleam in his eye. ?What is it?? James asked. ?Yes, what is it?? Kane repeated, annoyed he was interrupted while speaking his ?wise words.? ?I know a crazy, old loon who lives a little ways from here that might be able to help. He?s like an old, wise man. Name?s Shy or something.? ?Oh, come now,? Kane argued, ?we obviously can?t trust a crazy, old loon.? ?And why not?? Dragon Warrior countered. ?Because he?s a crazy, old loon! Isn?t that a good enough reason?? ?We should at least attempt this,? James said. ?WH @?!!!!111!11? Kane screamed, the anger causing him to speak badly. ?I?ve heard of Shy and he really hasn?t been wrong before,? James said. He turned away from the shocked scientist and faced the devious mage. ?How far is it to get to Shy?s place?? ?About a day?s journey there. Another day to get back.? ?Hmm,? James pondered. ?That?s risky. The Postless Banner has two more nights to strike while we?re gone.? ?We should leave immediately,? Dragon Warrior laughed darkly. ?Stop laughing darkly,? James scolded. ?It?s really starting to freak me out.? ?Sorry.? ?But yes, we should leave now. Everyone pack up. We?re going.? They all agreed and were about to go separate ways for a while when suddenly Syk3 showed up and ran into Kane. ?Youz forgotted to payses checkness!? said the waiter. Kane had a cardiac arrest and was immediately sent to the hospital. The diagnosis: ugly waiters are bad juju! [/size] Comments >:^O

I'm assuming you haven't changed the banner yet. Anyways, for your first banner, it's pretty good. Have you done any other graphic work? Usually the first banners of people look like doodles in MS Paint, but this is actually pretty decent work. The font is fine. Color, it doesn't need. If that's the font you want, keep it. It looks great. My only peeve is the graphics. I understand that graphics aren't easy to come by, but I'm sure there are numerous ones out there better than these. Like that Elk picture, for example. It's a tad choppy. Now that can be doctored easy by blurring it a tad. Just that suggestion. But it also wouldn't be so bad to have more to it than text, white background, and a few graphics off the web. Create a special and unique background for it. That's always fun :^D [b]My Rating:[/b] 6/10 Keep 'er up. And don't take offense. I grade hard.

Solo, I finally read it and am replying :< I'm a year late or so, but I read it all and enjoyed. I do indeed love how you mixed computer stuff in with real life. The concept of living in a vitual world is sexy too! Sexy as in cool! But I especially love how you interpretted new members and the hacker. It's even sexier than the story concept! That's where I got most of the laughs. How they would be all in 1337 language and everything. But there's so much to comment on that I can't remember it all ;_; Once you make new chapter, I give full review on that >:^O

Thanks. I showed this poem to some of my teachers and some even wanted to read it to their classes. And after they did, they said I wrote it and everyone freaked. I guess it's pretty good. I only wrote it in ten minutes. Who said good work takes time?

Ah yes. The infamous Queen of Plushies. I say that you've done an excellent job on it. All proportions seem to be correct and everything is in order. And the Mini-Ken is so silly >:^D But I must say that I'd prefer it darker just because I'm a jerk like that :< [b]My Rating:[/b] 10/10 ;^D

Just a poem I wrote about Fall. Hm, silly me... [size=5][b]Another Time Again[/b][/size] [b]By Gavynn Brown[/b] [i]Chilling, wispy evening breeze, Take away the crimson leaves, From their home in sleeping trees, Until another time again. Pale and charming evening sky, Drain the colors by and by, With a season?s laugh so wry, Until another time again. Browning, aging fields of grass, The season and your time must pass, Silently slipping by at last, Until another time again. Chirping blissful evening birds, Leaving here without your words, Not so much a cheep be heard, Until another time again. And when the winters come and go, The life returns and things will grow, The birds will sing and the world will know, That another time has come again.[/i]

Well, I'm sorry, Shy. I actually did plan on having you in it, but this is only the first chapter. You can't expect everyone to appear at the start. Not even I'm in it and I'm a main character with James. Anyways, I'm not sure when the next chapter will be in. We'll see. Thanks for comments ;^D

[CENTER][IMG]http://img130.exs.cx/img130/9282/otakuhollow.jpg[/IMG][/center] Welcome to my newest insane story. If you can't tell, it kind of is like a Legend of Sleepy Hollow parody. But it really isn't. Well, I guess it is. Maybe not. Who knows. Read it ;^D And for those who wanna know what it's about, here's a short summary: a crazed being is running around Otaku[b]Boards[/b] and banning members with a ModRod. Now James with the help of a few other familiar OB members must figure out this mystery. [size=5][b]Chapter 1: The Banning[/b][/size] [size=2]It was a dark night. The setting was a tad melancholy with a stroke of hideous silence. The atmosphere was lit with light fog, but it was enough to obscure the vision of travelers through the forest’s wake. Leh was one of those travelers unfortunate to be out in these particular woods at this time. “Dum dee dum dum dum,” he hummed as he made his way down the moss-covered trail. “What a wonderful night to take one of my dark forest midnight walks.” That’s when a rustle came from within the brush. Leh stopped short and turned slowly to the creator of the noise. When he saw nothing, he continued his travels, only more cautious than before. Nevertheless, the sound was produced again causing Leh to jump and turn around to find nothing once more. His curiosity, however, did not get the best of him and he rushed down the trails like a sissy. He was making good time since his sprinting was in a league of its own, but he ended up running right into the source of the odd noises in the brush. It was a tall, scary, cloaked man with a rod. His face was shadowed and masked. “Are-are you a masked murderer?” asked innocent Leh, his stuttering forming from his crazed fear. “What gave you that idea?” replied the cloaked man, playing dumb. “Well, you have a large, flowing dark cloak and a mask and an evil-looking rod and you’re wandering around in scary woods looking quite threatening.” “What? Noooo,” laughed the masked man. “I’m no masked murderer. I’m a… er… well… I’m a… blast, what’s an occupation… er… I’m a lawyer! Yes, that’s it. I’m a lawyer!” “OMG!!!11!!1!” shouted Leh, not bothering to use proper grammar and spell checker. The little Otaku member rushed away from the ‘lawyer’ and through the cornfields outside of the town of Otaku Hollow. Upon emerging from the field, he arrived at Ben’s farm. He ran to his friend who was oddly outside working on his barn. “vBen, yuo’ve gotta lehp m3!/” Ben held Leh in his arms and shook him until his senses cleared. “Leh, you look terrible,” said Ben in his wise tones. “What happened? Calm down and use proper grammar.” “Okay,” agreed Leh and he took a deep breath. “There’s a lawyer after me!” “A what?!” Ben screamed. “A lawyer!” Leh repeated. “A lawyer?!” quoted Ben. “A lawyer!” “A lawyer?” “A lawyer!?” “You’re being chased by a lawyer?” “Yes, I think we’ve established that I’m being chased by a lawyer. Will you help me already?” Ben nodded and pushed Leh towards his large barn. That’s when the lawyer emerged from the cornfields. “I was kidding. I’m not a lawyer. I’m a masked murderer, I swear!” Ben ran into the barn and emerged with his shotgun. He pushed Leh back inside. “Stay inside, Leh,” Ben said before cocking the gun. “These guys are dangerous.” “I’m not a lawyer!” the masked man shouted again. “I’m just your friendly neighborhood murderer!” “Oh, okay,” said Ben relieved. He put the gun down and turned to his companion with pleased expressions. “Hear that? He’s just a murderer. We’re safe.” “Don’t listen to him! Some of the traits of a lawyer are to lie, cheat, and persuade!” Leh pushed past his friend and yelled over to the cloaked figure. “How do we know for sure that you’re a masked murderer and not a lawyer?” “I… uhh…” The cloaked man seemed to be fishing for explanations and during his befuddlement Ben regained his shotgun and reloaded it (even if he never used the bullets that were in there just a second ago). Upon seeing the weapon re-emerging, the cloaked man decided he had to take action. “Oh, what the hell.” He unsheathed the ModRod and began approaching the two victims. Ben fired the shotgun several times, but to his dismay, the ModRod stopped the bullets in midair and caused them to fall to the wet grass. (Wait, why is the grass wet?) “Oh, shootles,” Ben cursed. “Were d00med, Brn!!!11!!” whined Leh. “God damnit, if you’re going to die, you might as well have good grammar, you puss.” By this time, the cloaked man stood before them, towering high above with his awesome height. “The lawyer…” Ben gulped. “Please don’t corrupt me into becoming one of you,” Leh said, covering his eyes with his hands. “I’m not a lawyer!” Those were the last words the cloaked man spoke before taking his ModRod to his prey. Wait… actually, he did say “Shagoomba,” then he took the rod to his prey. But that matters not. What matters is, Ben and Leh were banned. James stormed into Town Hall with fury. Approaching the desks where the lazy administrators Master Charles and Master Adam sat snoozing. The slamming of the door gave them quite a rude awakening. “I say, James, what’s the meaning of this?” asked Charles, wiping sleep from his eyes. For some reason he was depicted as a fat, old man in this story. Adam, on the other hand, was tall, thin, and rather crooked looking. He rubbed a cloth on his glasses and placed them on his pointed noise. “Yes, James, do tell,” he backed up Charles’ question. James was the youngest and morally inept being of the three council members. He believed in proper law rather than the ways Charles and Adam follow—idiotic ventures. The two delinquents that call themselves administrators sniffed at James, awaiting an answer. “You two didn’t hear?” James said, furious in his words. “Hear what, my dear James?” asked Adam dumbly, pouring himself a cup of coffee. James felt the need to fling the whole pot of joe into the laps of his two companions of business. “The banning of two members.” “We didn’t ban anyone recently,” reassured Charles while he too partook in the warm beverage. “I’m aware of this,” James said angrily, pacing in front of the long desk of Adam. “Take a seat and tell us,” Adam offered. “It seems two members were banned last night, but not by any of us who have the ability to,” James began, ignoring the invitation to take a seat. “And since members lack the ability to delete their own accounts without our supervision, a disappearance of a member in Otaku Hollow is unlikely.” James stared down his partners. “Well?” “Well, what?” asked Charles, sipping his coffee. “Well, did you or did you not ban anyone last night?” “We most certainly did not,” countered Adam. “The members have surprisingly stayed in order as of late. We have had no need for our ModRods.” That made James think further. “Where are your ModRods?” “Why, we keep them right here at all times. See?” Charles held up his, as did Adam. James moved a hand over his own, which never left his side. “You see James, you’re clearly over-reacting. This is most likely a simple hoax played by some village idiots.” Two large sacks were thrown onto the hard oak tabletop, a loud [i]thud![/i] resounding. The bags appeared heavy. “What’s this?” Charles asked, poking one sack with his cigar. James politely obliged and opened one of the sacks. The two other admins peered in. “Cookies?” Adam asked. “No thank you, James,” Charles declined. “I’d rather not. I’m on a diet, you see.” “They’re members’ cookies, you fools!” James shouted. “You know, the kinds that store information of where you’ve been. They only appear in these sacks when a member is banned. I only assumed you’d know that much!” “Oh, of course that’s what they are,” Adam said with a nervous laugh. He elbowed Charles who accompanied him in a good chuckle. James saw through them, but continued. “These were found at Ben’s farm just outside Otaku Hollow. They belong to Ben and his friend Leh.” Charles continued to poke a cookie with his cigar, bits of butts falling into the sack. “And who do you suppose did this to them?” “I have two theories,” James said, walking towards the window to add dramatic effect to the scene. “A lawyer or a masked murderer.” Charles and Adam nearly jumped through the roof with fright. “A lawyer? In these parts?” “Stop it, James!” scolded Adam. “You’re scaring Charles half to death.” “I’m sorry,” James said, finally taking a seat. “I’ve been leaning more towards masked murderer actually.” Charles and Adam calmed down a little. “Good,” Charles sighed. “Last thing we need is a lawyer running amuck.” He choked up a little bit of ash from when he swallowed his cigar when he screamed. “We’ll keep a close watch for this ‘masked murderer’ of yours, James.” He gave an unconvincing smirk, but James left it at that. He stood up and walked out of the room. Once the door slammed shut, Charles and Adam kicked back again. “Man, he needs to get laid… BIG time.” Not too long after James’ meeting with Adam and Charles did he arrive at the home of a strange person. Well, actually, it is the home of a more normal person who shares the residence with a man who lives in his basement. Well, erm… I’ll explain later. So, James arrived at the house. He rapped the door a few times and awaited a greeting from someone within the house. After moments of silence, the door creaked open and a large wolf emerged. Drool dripped from its chops and it growled at James. “G’Afternoon, Master Solo Tremaine,” James said politely. “I’m here for Dr. Kane.” The blue wolfman whimpered as if sad he wasn’t the reason for the unexpected visit. Gradually, he moved out of the doorway to allow James to cross over the threshold and into the abode. “Oh, stop your whimpering,” James soothed. “You can join us.” Solo panted happily and closed the door. He led James to a door in a small, bare room. The door led to rickety stairs, which led to a vast area with machines, chemicals, and scientific thingy-mabobs. James peered around at the curious sight until he heard a familiar voice. “Solo, is that you?” A head with rather large goggles appeared behind a table littered with acids in bottles. “Ah, Master James! So good to see you!” “Good to see you too, Dr. Kane.” James stepped over random parts to machinery and made his way over to the man in the strange gear. Removing the goggles, Dr. Kane shook James’ hand with glee. “It’s been a while since you’ve needed my services,” he began, wandering the lab in search of particular items. “What is it this time? Werewolf antidote? Sunlight in a bottle? Batwing Bladder-Bussles.” He held up the bottle of Batwing Bladder-Bussles and winked. “Makes you poop.” “I don’t have to poop.” “Everyone has to poop,” argued Kane. “I don’t have to poop!” James shouted. “Not at the moment, anyway.” “What is it, then?” Kane asked kindly, walking to a stove where he had tea. Solo hopped over to a blanket by an armchair where Kane implied for James to take a seat. James sat and cleared his throat. He began talking as he stroked Solo’s head with his right hand. “There were two members banned last night.” “Ah, very good,” Kane smiled. He carried the tray of tea over to his armchair that was next to James’. He handed his friend a cup and Solo one as well, then seated himself with his own. “I’m always pleased to hear the system is still working. Some members don’t learn. Always spamming this and flaming that. Terrible, I tell you. Why, I remember this one time-” “Kane,” James interrupted, “none of the administrators banned the two members. In facts, the two members were Ben and Leh.” Dr. Kane scratched his chin in thought. “I see. Most peculiar. Did they deactivate their accounts?” James sipped his tea and shook his head. “Members can’t do it on their own. Not without our help, that is.” This seemed to confuse Kane, so he went into further thought. “Are you suggesting some crazed banner is running around Otaku Hollow and causing misery by banning innocent members?” “That’s what I’m guessing. My first impression was it was a lawyer.” “Oh, God no. Not even a lawyer could do this.” Kane was very intelligent. James knew this. He had put his trust in Dr. Kane many times previously so why would it be any different now? If Kane said it wasn’t a lawyer, the thought was tossed out the window. “Think of this: the two members that were banned—Leh and Ben, wasn’t it? What did they have in common that would make a person want to ban them?” “Well, they’re friends, but I don’t know them that well,” James said, aware he wasn’t contributing all too much. “Hm, yes, well that’s no help.” Dr. Kane tapped a finger on his chin as he pondered. “Perhaps one was a victim and the other—since they’re friends—tried protecting the other from harm and they both resulted in death because of it.” “That could be,” James agreed. “We’ll have to keep that option open.” Kane nodded. “I’ll have to sleep on this.” James yawned and accidentally burnt himself on the cup. “Ow, your tea is hot!” James whined. “Oh, that’s not tea,” Kane informed. “That’s the Batwing Bladder-Bussles.” James’ face went pale. “I’ll be right back,” he moaned as he ran up the stairs to the bathroom in a hurry. James awoke to a shrill in the night. It was only about eleven p.m., but it was obvious that something went amiss in Otaku Hollow. He jumped out of his jammies and into his robes and slippers and rushed out of his house into the streets. He heard a knell being rung so he rushed to the center of town where a large, abandoned church was. The bell there was still used for cases such as this. Someone shouted from above that the banner had struck again. James rushed to the crowd of people huddled before the church. He pushed through and arrived at the center of the circle. There was another sack of cookies. James read the member name on the bag’s side: “Sara.”[/size] Comments? Chapter two will arrive soon.

I'm sure you people have already discussed it, but I saw the trailer for the new episode the other day. Once more, I'm sure you people have already seen it ages ago. But I was excited. I also dropped a brick when I saw it come on during the previews of a movie I went to see. OMG, the excitement >:^D And Anakin was evilness :(

Not completely true. I said I will not be creating RPGs anymore. I will, though, participate in them. Sorry to give such bad news (apparently some were sad when I told them), but it's for the best. If I find a RPG that tickles my fancy, I'll be sure to join. Sorry. OUAL is done.

Wow, sorry I took so long to get to this sign up, Shy. I've finally freed up some time :^D [font=trebuchet MS][b]Name:[/b] Angelo Tribbiani [b]Gender:[/b] Man [b]Age:[/b] Twenty-One [b]Biography:[/b] Angelo's a mobster now. Makes sense since it was his father's occupation. And why not? The man had no special abilities aside from getting himself into all sorts of troubles. But eventually Angelo's father's troubles got him into a hole he couldn't dig out. Working for a man named Louie Farrow, Angelo's father Ricki was a hitman of style. He was sent on the missions only men of his skill could handle; A real hard calibur. But one time, when Angelo was ten, it was over. Farrow was doing some business that Ricki didn't approve of. He ratted Farrow out, but Farrow had Ricki [i]and[/i] his wife whacked before he was sent to the prison cells. Farrow was completely oblivious to the fact that Ricki was a father. Now Angelo and his big brother Vince were orphans. Evening if Vince was thirteen, they were both minors and were immediately sent to an orphanage. But that didn't last long. They escaped shortly after and remained on the streets for a short time. Angelo wanted revenge on Farrow for the deaths of his parents and Vince wanted to get into the mafia business. They both agreed they would join a gang. Surprisingly, they were accepted into the first one they found. And even more surprising, they were sent on killing missions. Nevertheless, they were watched over until they grew old enough to harness true skills of a mobster. Things were going better than Vince and Angelo believed it to be. The Tribbianis were back in the business, but for seperate reasons. Nevertheless, the two brothers didn't go anywhere without each other. They could only trust one another in this dog eat dog world. Angelo seemed to have a knack for stealth and he taught Vince what he knew. Vince was a larger guy and had strength. Angelo wasn't up for too much weight lifting so he left that to his sibling. He'd use his killing abilities and cunning to get Farrow. Turned out Farrow escaped prison a month or two after he was imprisoned. Where he was now is a mystery. But Angelo is determined to get him. [b]Personality:[/b] Losing what matters to you the most, like family, could put you in a state of mind where nothing matters anymore. Angelo has fallen through the cracks of hate and kills for revenge. He's usually calm and thinks ahead before actions are taken (mostly because of Vince), but in the heat of gunfire, he can get a little hotheaded and forget his place. It's a wonder how that very head of his is still intact on his head. He has no time for anything aside from his brother and his business: the two things not dead to him yet. A joke is nothing he tends to crack unless it's an insult or sarcasm. His temper is a ticking time bomb and it explodes on victims far too often for both the prey and Angelo's own good. [b]Profession:[/b] He works as a man in the Italian mafia. [b]Physical Description:[/b] Like most well-paid mafia men, he's sharply dressed in his zoot suit, the type splashed with that stylish grey color complete with matching fedora hat. His shoes always look shiny, even if they get dirty during his more "unpleasant" jobs. His hair is slicked back with fine grease, not the kind that looks cheap and makes a man look like he's worth a dollar; We're talkin' the expensive brand. He has a simple scar that goes down his right cheek, a centimeter or two long. He gained it from when one of his quarries brought him into a knife fight. He wishes it could be hidden. Angelo takes pride in his appearance. I know, I know. That sounds crazy because he usually gives not a damn what people think. But he tends to believe he's not much of a looker when the truth is, he doesn't pay attention to romance anyways. At least not for now.[/font]

Well, after much trouble, I finally got my hands on the new CD by the band called Live. They're my utmost favorite band of all time and this CD/DvD set is a collection of the chosen best by them through their previous six albums. It consists of the various songs chosen, a brand new song premiering with this CD, and twenty-two videos (on the DvD). There's even a thirty-minute interview with the main singer Ed. I'm very happy to add it to my collection. It just came out last Tuesday (Nov. 2nd). Anyone else in on this CD? :^D

(You should've made a real poll with the topic :^D) I've never actually played the game (not even sure what console it's for if it isn't for PC), but I read about it in a magazine and I thought it looked intriguing. It seemed different and the graphics were splendid. I think I'd like to hear more of actually know more about it before I decide. Isn't it out yet or what?

The graphics aren't all out amazing, but that program I am familiar with and I am aware it sucks majorly and craps graphics when saved. But the animating is fun in a hamper, and I use that phrase wisely, I tell you. The blur into the image makes things nif-tay :^D Congrats. [b]My Rating:[/b] 8/10 Get a better program >:^O

[i][b]Captain's Log[/b] July 3rd, 1742[/i] Finally some action, log! I wasn't too pleased to see it at first, but now I'm glad it happened. The boys needed a wakeup call. Ye see, what happened is a very large monkey boarded our ship. What? No, I don't know how! It was just there! A big, smelly monkey! Actually, it wasn't too smelly. It was rather nice. I was thinkin' it attacked a merchant vessel carrying perfume earlier on. It was indeed a nice thing to have around. It smelt better than the crew, I tell ye now. That's pretty bad. The crew needs a bath. Anyways, I'm getting sidetracked. Now then, the monkey... he was big. He smelt good, but he was a big 'un. All the crew fled aside for myself, Marley, and Boonra (because he's too much of an idiot to know any better). So there we was, me, Marley, God's mistake, and the giant monkey. I wasn't sure what the monkey wanted, but he was goin' bananas. Haha--I made a funny! But in all seriousness, he was going for some bananas. He jumped into our kitchen and stole all our bananas. Now we'll suffer some scurvey! My poor dental plan. That was the last pike, I tell ye. I went down to the galley and kicked that monkey a new red butt, har har! He stood no chance against Cap'n Lucidore Jake Hawkins. Unfortunately for me, the monkey knew kung fu. I know! Who knew monkeys could use kung fu? For one thing, a big, nice-smelling monkey is a tad outlandish, but we were sailing a bit close to the Bermuda Triangle. Well, anyways, just when I thought all was lost, Boonra ran at the monkey. It was incredibly funny to see him get the fishslop beat out of him. But he died. It's sad, I know. Tossed overboard, he was. Oh well. As for Marley and me, we overcame the monkey by making him officer of cleaning the ship. He now is in charge of cleaning the decks and such. Serves him right for what he flings around that deck. Gives a whole new meaning to poopdeck, I tell ye. And if he ever gets out of line, I'll keelhaul him good. But that was pretty much our day. The monkey has been named Mr. Naners. A fitting name, don't ye think? [i][b]Captain's Log[/b] July 4th, 1742[/i] Boonra is alive! Sad, huh? He drifted to the side of our ship this morning. Some of the idiots of our crew decided that we should save him. So I fished him out... and stuck him in a room with Mr. Naners. I thought I was being clever, but turns out Mr. Naners and Boonra are friends now! What in the name of Prosthetic Navels is wrong wit' that picture?! Mr. naners felt sorry for the way he acted and apologized. Boonra, being the fool he is, accepted the apology. They're good buddies now, oh, aye. Well fine, maybe Mr. Naners will keep Boonra out of trouble. And if the Gods smile on me, they'll both choke on their bananas. Oy...

[center][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21309&stc=1[/img] [/center] [size=1]This is an idea I had that's a tad silly, I must say. It's a story told through a captain's log. Humorous and silly it will be since I tend to do my best through comedy. It's almost like the blog of a pirate captain. Characters, events, and other such things will be expressed through the captain's thoughts as he jots them down in his book. Without further ado, here it is...[/size] [i][b]Captain's Log[/b] June 28th, 1742[/i] I was docked in the port of Salidus and since my men were patchin' the ship, I decided I'd get a drink or two with my first mate down at the local tavern. When I entered I saw numerous other captains. I was s'posin' they were there just for a good swig and then would tally out of there. [strike]My first mate-[/strike] oh, yeah, you don't know him. Oh, well, blast, I can't erase what I previously wrote. Damned ink! They should make ink that you can erase. Yes, I'll invent that someday. Anyways, first mate Marley... He's a stout fellow. Shorter than me, he is, but I tell ye right now he keeps me in line. If I weren't captain, he'd be it and I'm darned sure he would make a better one at that! [strike]I'd never admit it, though.[/strike] But yeah, he's smart. Good fer him. Now then... These other captains... they were nothin' special. I could sail winds around them with me eyes closed, I could. Why, my own father fought fifty hundred pirates on an island by himself with a toothpick and a pair of scissors. Aye, scissors! Mother's love, they couldn't compare! But enough about me father, what really matters is I, Captain Lucidore Hawkins, am the greatest pirate to ever sail after my father. But other captains had something I didn't. That's right. I didn't have you. My very own captain's log. I ordered Marley to fetch me one. Good thing he did. You will record some of my greatest adventures ever! Yes. Yes, you will. Umm... I'm not sure what to write in you. Yeah, you're a tad boring right now. I think I'll come back tomorrer when more action shall be sure to happen. [i][b]Captain's Log[/b] June 29th, 1742[/i] Not one thing happened. How bloody exciting. Maybe tomorrer will bring the tides of adventure! [i][b]Captain's Log[/b] June 30th, 1742[/i] Wow, I'm stunned from all the events. I'm tellin' ye. Jenk, our newest bilgerat, caught a real rat that had been on board, I'm guessing since Port Aliska. The boys feasted like kings tonight! [i][b]Captain's Log[/b] July 1st, 1742[/i] I killed a large sea monster today. Okay, who am I kidding? I'm bored to the bloody skull. [i][b]Carpet's Lung[/b] Watermelon Juice 1799980[/i] [strike]Boony[/strike] [strike]Bonnie[/strike] [strike]Boogey[/strike] [strike]Barney[/strike] [strike]Benny[/strike] [strike]Boonra[/strike] [strike]Bagels[/strike] [strike]Watermelon[/strike] [strike]Boonrick[/strike] Boonra wuz hear. [img]http://img48.exs.cx/img48/9880/theface.gif[/img] [i][b]Captain's Log[/b] July 2nd, 1742[/i] Damnit, Boonra! I should've keelhauled him when I had the chance. He's the idiot of the crew, bytheway. And did he forget how to spell his name or something? Look at all the mistakes he kept making. C'mon now, that's sad. Oh, and nothing interesting happened. [size=1]I know this isn't terribly funny, but it'll get better once it goes. I just had to start us somewhere ;) And I think you actually become stupid from reading this nonsense.[/size]

It's the way the stippling made the hand look. If you saw the drawing before I stippled it, you would've seen that it was the best damn hand I've ever drawn in my life and it looked perfectly proportional. Another reason why stippling sucks. And no, they're not allowed to change my artwork for the calendar.

In art class, we must make stippling art for the yearly calendar the art class sells. I was in last year's as "supposedly" the best piece in the calendar. I thought it sucked. Anyways, this year's theme is flowers--which I don't like drawing. So I kind of went out of the way of the theme and made this: [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21275&stc=1[/img] The Knight of the Black Rose. Weee... hey, it has a flower in it so you can't sue me.

Otaku[b]Boards[/b] took time to get to where it is now. I should know, I've been here through it's history. Beforehand, back in Version 1, we were a spammy community too. But as the Versions went, it advanced gradually and made more rules one at a time that were simple to follow. The better of the members obeyed them and the ones who disliked often faded away or were banned (I still remember some popular bans XD). And theOtaku.com was not always like it is now, obviously. It was Absolutegameboy.com and Otaku[b]Boards[/b] was created later in advancement. The moral: start it out small and don't expect anything massive yet. Getting something like theOtaku.com and Otaku[b]Boards[/b] takes time.

I'm surprised people know about them. I made this thread ages ago too XD "Shakin'?" They like that one? It's one of the ones that are kinda "meh" to me. But I've gotten to like "Sorry Sorry" a lot. It has a good beat that a person who sings (like myself) wouldn't mind trying out with guitar.

I am keeping my name, thank you very much! No slimey, goofy doofy of a man is going to take it away! It's what I'm known by! It stands for me! Never! Oh wait... I'm a guy... Oh well, I stand by it >:^< And I would leave it up to my spouse. It doesn't matter to me. I wouldn't want my name changed either so why should she?

I've been here since Otaku[b]Boards[/b] Version 1, but I don't recall a Syk-9. Was that Syk3's original name? XD I dunno... I've always stuck with this current screen name and haven't changed it since. And now, I pretty much only post in the artistic areas (RPGs, writing, and artwork). I tend to appear in Otaku Lounge, though. I'm a rare species ;^D

[QUOTE=DerelictDestiny][COLOR=DarkRed]....I couldn't resist...I actually though Antonio Banderas made an amazingly wicked Zorro. Damn sexay voice. I suppose if DW were sexier than that then he would be a chick magnet..hahahaha [/COLOR][/QUOTE] Well then, I s'pose I'll have to take a picture of it. At the moment I'm having troubles getting boots because his are odd, but the hat is in my reach--I just have to drive a million miles to get it :<

[QUOTE=Crucifix][SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkSlateGray]I'd love to trick or treat but alas in my neighbourhood I would be beaten with a stick before I got very far -.- especially in the costume that I would wear. I'm currently trying to convince my friend to have a Halloween party so I can dress up...the costume I have in mind? Well, I've gone through the witches, vampires, ghosts and everything, so I figured, why not Davis from Digimon? :laugh: It might scare a few people >_> Yeah, my hair is reddish purple (stupid dye) and really short. I've got the goggles and the mad poses and even his Digivice (though I don't think it works anymore...). I figured, "Why not, it could be fun!" Then my friend hit me because she said I was sad, but hey, it was just an idea. lol.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/QUOTE] Here's a tip-cosplaying = nerdy people getting harmed XD Or at least that's how it is down here. If you try anything like dressing an anime character, you'd be considered a freak and most likely beaten with a stick, even if not in your neighborhood. But I wouldn't mind being a black mage. Just, no one would know what the heck I am O.o

Can't you guys resize your wallpapers? They're making this thread huge XD [center][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21220&stc=1[/img][/center] I think mine speaks for itself. Oh, baby...