Dragon Warrior

Umm... right. Don't mind the title--even if it's true! Whahaya, all! Halloween is approaching and it's time to trick-or-treat. Yeah, I'm old. So what? Wanna fight about it? >:^( I've decided to trick-or-treat this year with some friends just so I can feel that childish tingle again that I haven't experienced in many a year. I made a sexah home-made costume of Zorro! It looks amazing and almost just like Antonio Banderas' suit--ye know, only I'm sexier. So, are you people going trick-or-treating because you're silly and what's your costume? God my oh! A ghost :^D

I don't have a blankie, but I have a blanket I was given for christmas to keep me warm when I watch TV. It's fleece and is blue and has fuzzies on it. It keeps me warm. That was one of the best presents ever! Obviously you now see I'm easily amused.

James, what of the third Maverick Hunters? I was in that and I was enjoying myself. I wouldn't mind kick-starting it again, as you put it, but obviously many of the people in it are not present. The good times, I tell ye :<

I'm not sure what I believe and yet I have many beliefs. Hmm... weird. That makes no sense. Nevertheless, I am Protestant and believe in Heaven and Hell. The river Styx, which circles Hades seven times, links to the shores of Purgatory and Charon the ferryman takes the passengers to Hell. Or so say the legends. The legends also say that the water of Styx is so foul that if a God swore oath on it and broke his or her promise, he or she would have to drink the water and would lose their voice for seven whole years. I find it all quite fascinating and good stuff to write about. But most of the stuff in my story was made up by me.

Definately. Many of my friends at school are bisexual. Bisexual is a good thing and even if you don't mean for it to be a trait of a slut, you probably shouldn't write like it is. And she has other boyfriends and girlfriends? Why are you still with her if you know that? Why is anyone with her? God, it reminds me of that girl on Eurotrip. "Scotty Doesn't Know!" ;) Oh, and if she does date other people unison to you, then she really isn't "your girl." My advice, Master Milz, is you think if she's really actually the type you want to date and if not, dump her. Simple. She has many other boyfriends/girlfriends so you dumping her most likely won't effect her. And if it does, all the better.

Thank you. Long ago when I wrote this, I believed it to be my best song ever. Boy, I spoke too soon. This is one of my worse songs out of the collection I've done. I feel more pleased with my latest work than this. I just wanna see how people view the points in the song, since they're all so obscured.

I was in a hurry and posted this story before I had to leave so I didn't notice the song was wrong. I just edited it. The story is even more interesting if you read it with the music. Anyways, thank you for the comments. I don't actually feel like I understand death since it's something people tend not to really know about, but I also don't fear it enough that I contain the phobia for it. Don't get me wrong, I don't wanna die and I hope I don't for many ages to come. A similar piece I will release soon.

[center] [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21199&stc=1[/IMG][/center] [size=1][i]An artistic view of overcoming death and how it may lead to the disruption of the cycle of the living and the end of all fates.[/i] Death. You look upon it with abashed eyes and wish never to meet its cold grip. Who would? And it?s not as if we know when it will happen. Some die suddenly, reason or not. Others die with purpose?but did they expect it? And what if you were suppose to die but you didn?t? What if the world was like that? What if Death simply? disappeared? Marcus Degroft died from cancer at the age of twenty-two. It was unavoidable and many were surprised he lasted as long as he did. He did not wish to die, but it too was compulsory. But his life was to be given another chance, more or less. He was not fated for Heaven nor Hell. At first, he was cast into Purgatory, the initial stop on the trail of the dead. A rocky path lead to the dark, haunting gates of the Reaper?s abode. It looked forbidding, but Marcus, like any who dies, had lost most sense and only followed the path. He was greeted by Death himself. The long bony hands emitted fear into the atmosphere, but still Marcus lacked the emotion. They entered the lair. Thousands of scrolls covered numerous dusty bookshelves, obscuring every inch of floor, and decorating the walls as if the room was made of the paper. Though this was so, Death knew which scroll was Degroft?s and fetched it immediately with his odious brace. Never once did Marcus move from where he stood by the door and not once did Death acknowledge him. Instead, the Reaper unfolded the scroll across a table (the only clean spot of the room) and marked it with a dry feather pen. After he had finished, bloody writing materialized where he had exacted, revealing the name Marcus David Degroft. To conclude the task, the Reaper gradually moved his gaunt hand over the hourglass clamped to his belt and removed the lid. Taking a small portion of its contents, he sprinkled the sand across the open scroll. It immediately took effect and its purpose was complete. Marcus became aware of his surroundings finally and stood at attention before Death. The Reaper rolled up the paper and stashed it away in a long glass cylinder, which he handed to Marcus. Afterwards, he spoke a whispered chant causing a door to emerge from the shadows. A path was revealed to the door?s threshold, breaking away the rubble of scrolls. Death walked the passage with Marcus following until they were outside the lair of the Reaper. He pointed a gangling finger towards the river Styx. A small wooden ferry appeared from the harrowing mists captained by the undead ferryman Charon. Docking the vessel at the shores of Purgatory, Charon stared blankly at the two figures standing stagnant on the sands. He awaited his passenger. Death approached the disturbing waters and stopped at the bow of the ferry. He turned his shadowed face to Marcus and nodded. Marcus obeyed and approached the vessel. But this was the first time he noticed the magnificently horrifying scythe of the Reaper. He viewed the river Styx finally after hearing of it in legends. Charon, the ominous ferryman who does nothing, but guides a ship, floated before him. And Death. He would not be here if Death wasn?t here. If Death simply did not exist, he would be living. His mind was corrupt. He did not think. A blur, the rest is. A scythe fought over, swung, and finally tossed to the watery depths of Styx. Marcus stood before an empty cloak, a shattered hourglass, its contents pouring endlessly like it was bottomless. Charon did nothing. The old ferryman simply took his oar and steered away, guiding his ferry towards the mists once more. Marcus was not aboard, though. It was made obvious. Marcus touched the sand spilling from the shattered glass. He felt the gravel in it. He cut himself on the glass and bared the pain. He could feel the wind flowing through Purgatory. He was alive. And Death was no more. After following what seemed like endless paths of damnation, Marcus arrived on Earth, the world of the living. Things seemed normal. He had defeated Death and was allowed to live once more. He immediately came to the home of his family. The house was filled with souls, but the place was desolate. Marcus? departure had his whole family in a consciously depressed state of mind. Before taking a step into the living room where everyone was weeping, he gave his action a second thought. He was supposed to be dead. If he had entered, what would happen? They would never believe he was alive again. His body was most likely still in the grave he was buried in. His mind went wild with thoughts, but the state of pondering was troubling. He decided the mourning had to cease, so he entered the living room. He expected reaction, but none came. He noted everyone cried him or herself to sleep. His sisters were on the couch, his mother in her armchair. His father was in the other armchair holding his wife?s hand. They all appeared pale. He wondered if they had eaten. Tears fell down his cheek as he gripped his mother?s hand. She did not wake. He spoke to her. She did not wake. He feared the worst, but she was breathing. He shouted. No reaction came from anyone. Did he not exist? Marcus left his house in dismay. People walking down the street paid him no mind. They seemed like lifeless zombies. Everyone appeared pale. Had defeating Death killed everyone?s spirit? Was the world of the living cursed to live bleak lives? His family could not even see him, hear him, love him anymore. The future looked bleak. It all looked bleak. Marcus left the small town not planning to return. To see his family again would only hurt him more. Maybe he should return to Purgatory. He should go to the afterlife perchance. Too many beliefs to ponder. Instead he came to his apartment in the city. The place was filled with the same lifeless forms as the small town where his old home exists. Once more, no one saw him. Perhaps his home could straighten things out. He approached his door with the key; the same key he had always used, but never had such meaning before as it did now. He opened the door and was assailed. Thousands of scrolls fell on top of him, streaming through the halls, down the steps, through open doors, out onto the streets, and farther than the window of his apartment allowed him to view. The scrolls were all in the glass containers, like his was back in Purgatory. Upon escaping from under the mess, he pulled his own out and examined the contents. He then studied one of the scrolls from the pile. They were identical, minus Marcus? name. He tested another glass cylinder. The same. It became clear now. Each and every scroll was one person who has died and these are all those helpless souls that have passed on, but have not been put to rest by Death. He had disrupted the order of death. The cycle was unstable. Death was not there to silence anyone. The scrolls kept sweeping past him like the tide of the sea. It was proof that more and more people were dying, reasons only explained by Death. He moved past the endless wave of papers in glass and wandered to his bed. Collapsing there, he shooed the scrolls away from the sheets and lay looking towards the ceiling. It was bare, white, and was the plainest thing he had seen since the faces of the humans inhabiting the same apartment building. His mind looked past the white and into the minds of the dying. He saw people suffering heart attacks, diseases, gunshots, and other foul deaths that led to another scroll in his anthology. He began to feel claustrophobic and shook around his bed as if a seizure struck him. He fell to the floor to a spot surprisingly not covered with scrolls. He stood up again and noticed he wore a black cloak, something not apart of his apparel only moments ago. He studied the fabric. It felt cold as if it were damp from chilling rain. His eyes moved to the door where a scythe stood. The scythe was noted as only Death?s, the harvester of souls. Marcus gulped, then silently made his way around the scrolls to the closet. Upon opening the doors, he found dozens of black cloaks. He began choking; he gripped his throat, then his skull as an immense headache attacked violently. Voices, millions of them, all calling to him, some screaming, some crying, some laughing, some aching. He slammed into the wall causing him to drop to the floor into a pile of scrolls. His mind went aflutter and his consciousness was beginning to slip. His skin felt tightened. His thoughts and memories felt stolen. His sanity became a thing of the past. Screams and shrills emitted from his throat. He shouted at the top of his lungs until his voice went hoarse. He then collapsed completely into unconsciousness. When he awoke, he stood up as if nothing happened. He looked to the scythe, approached it, and after grasping its wooden hilt, he stepped through his apartment door. The scrolls that covered the world were gone. Marcus pushed past everyone, but they paid no mind. Their desolate expressions and pale faces were no more. They carried on, as did Marcus. He stepped outside and slowly faded into air, his bony clutch gripping the scythe. It was made obvious. He was Death. The cycle was restored, the souls put to rest, and life goes on. Death was never meant to be ruptured?[/size] Comments for an odd short?

[size=1]Hmm... it's intriguing because it's like the behind-the-scenes look on Kill Adam characters. I mean, I wouldn't blame you for wanting to write stuff like this. I'd too like to write about a character that seemed so interesting and fun to roleplay as that the RPG itself wasn't enough. Plainly, this is a cool idea. Maybe other KA members should do it. So I'm guessing all this is before Adam, before everything. It's her normal life? Should be fun to read further. The only problem I saw was numerous spelling errors and typos. I'm sure you knew how to spell them, but your fingers went quicker than your brain could think. You often wrote the wrong word or used the same word twice in a row.[/size] [quote]By this time was heart was in my throat...[/quote] [size=1]Like that. No biggie. Just gotta watch it. You're far more superior in writing than I am anyways. Good work and do produce more.[/size]

[size=1]An old song I wrote last year. I wrote it with guitar as well.[/size] [font=Trebuchet MS][size=5][b]Holy Water[/b][/size] [size=1]By Gavynn (Dragon Warrior)[/size] "This Holy Water that's in my veins, Is bringing back dark memories and harmful pains. You pour the ether on your wounds in the shadows of the day, And down in the barracks of a crumpled castle, You drink your dreams away. Humming... There's a place that you keep calling me, There's a time that's overwhelming me. I know of a sacred place that we can go and hide, Until the darkness of this world finally subsides. This Holy Water has reached into my heart, It's taken away all my feelings and is tearin' me apart. You live your life under a bridge watching time go past, As if the ghost once known as love would never really last. There's a place that you keep calling me, There's a darkness that's overwhelming me. I know of a sacred place that we can go and hide, Until the darkness of this world finally subsides. And now it's raining down on me, Creating an ocean of hate, yeah. I'm being swept away from you, baby, Looks like the Holy Water has sealed our fates. There's a place that you keep calling me, There's a cast that's overwhelming me. I know of a sacred place that we can go and hide, Until the darkness of this world finally subsides. Holy Water in my veins..."[/font] It would definately sound a whole lot better if it was heard with music, but I thought I might as well post these lyrics. I often write in metaphors or in words not often used. You'll hear my lyrics and think of me being crazy. If you understand the song, then you don't really understand the song because there is no way you can get the meaning without me telling you. But that's how I always write songs. EDIT: I noticed that the title is wrong. I happened to be listening to the song "The Beauty of Gray" while typing this post. My bad. I'll have a mod change it. [font=Verdana][size=1][color=red]Thusly changed. ^.~ -- Lady Asphyxia[/color][/size][/font]

This band doesn't seem all that popular around where I am, but I have a wide taste in music and Rooney hits the spot. They're a band that, at first glimpse, appear punk rock, but you'll find them more Soft Rock mixed with this and that. One song even sounded like modern day Beatles O.o I dunno how popular they are. Anyone else know 'em? For those who do, I like their songs "Stay Away," "I'm a Terrible Person," "Blueside" (a song and title I'm using for current animations), and "Daisy Duke."

This definately sounds like a treat especially 'cause you chose names for things so perfectly. I like "Why-Wings" because that's what they are :^D GOD MY OH! And I hope that Dragonbaker isn't suppose to me. I'm much sexier than some walking carpet ;^D Anyways, it's obvious that if it becomes an RPG, some of the more main characters would have to be changed so they'd be open for signups. I like the idea for the F4rc3 that Siren had, but how's this: [b]Since comedy is what this is all about (comedy is what it's about, right), why don't you call the Force "The Farce." For the idiots out there, a farce is a joke. It just makes sense. God my oh! This is in bold font :^D[/b] Aww... it's gone :^(

Yes, well, I always inquire that people take their time on these posts. It gives time to think. Unless you're amazing when you post off the top of your head (which is quite possible). You're a he? For shame on the [b]Gavynn[/b]. ;_; I dunno, I guess it was the name and the lack of evidence you were a male XD

Well, you people must listen to me. The only person to be posting next will be inti. She and I have discussed her post so she'll be making it soon. It takes time to make the best posts. I should know. I took three weeks :P (But only because I had no time to start the RPG). To answer 'hEvN, you may use the journal during any of your posts. As I said, journals are used to write down the thoughts of the character of the scene that had just occured. So that means no writing about a scene that has yet to come or is over and a new scene has already started. You may only post a journal write when you're posting a piece to the RPG and that's only when the first post of this thread says. Hope that's clearer. Next to post is inti. You all wait. I'll PM you when it's your turn and you'll know what to post.

Thank you for the offer, but I am stocked on the soundtrack for Once Upon a Legend :) Be fully aware that not all the music will be Enya. And my bad about the parents ;^D I only assumed ^_^ And I didn't see Kittychanann's post :^O Bad me. To comment on what you said about giggles, I'm just saying that using the stars "*" was the wrong thing to do, not expressing giggles (though "He he he" would still be a bit odd). ------------------ EDIT: The RPG is now up! Wee! Sorry for the wait. Lots of stuff going on for DW. :(

[center][img]http://img30.exs.cx/img30/9730/oualbanner.jpg[/img] [size=1][b]Once Upon a Legend: Act I[/b][/size] [b]Scene 1:[/b] Evermoore [b]Description:[/b] After a showing of previous occurances, Noah finds himself in the cart of Krystal Evermoore on their way to Akubar. [/center] [size=5][b]Flashback...[/b][/size] Noah coughed vigorously as his torso was pummeled by numerous fists, causing him to collapse into the swarming mud. Deksan was already far passed out in the hands of two Spades. The remaining Spades hoisted Noah to his feet, but Noah dared not lift his head into the beating rain to see the figure of Arkadiy. The crude being wavered toward his adversary and stood still before Noah. Taking a cloth out of his Kalenbore jacket, he wiped almost-crusted blood from his brow, then, using the same cloth, lifted Noah's head so his eyes met Arkadiy's. "It's a real shame, Noah," Arkadiy spoke with his dark tone, the one like death gripping your spine and choking the mere soul from his body. "I believed in you. You and Deksan. But you disobeyed a leader." "We disobeyed no leader," Noah managed to mumble. "You're no leader, Kyran." With that, Noah spat into the face of Arkadiy. Arkadiy dabbed his face with the cloth again and stood up straight and let the rain pour down his face. "Very well, Noah. Believe what you want. You won't be able to believe much more in good time." Arkadiy nodded to Demetric who released the limp arm of Deksan and presented his leader with a sword. Arkadiy swung it around before Noah and examined the blade as if he was a craftsman admiring his work. Then, in a flash, he nimbly chopped the very branch off a tree within seconds. The grin that followed looked devious. The rain quickly washed away bark residue from the blade as Arkadiy turned to the one we wished to slash next. "Do your worst, Kyran," was all Noah managed to think of to say. It probably wasn't the wisest choice of words, for Arkadiy only laughed. "Oh, believe me, Isildo, I will. For not even the stars could guide you to my death. Go ahead, Isildo." Arkadiy waved a hand through the air. "Follow the stars." Arkadiy then looked to the skies and made a face full of shock. "But wait--there are no stars tonight!" The shock washed away as the previous grin of evil emerged once more. "Too bad for you." Arkadiy rose the blade above Noah's head as Jocelyn and Liat smirked at their wriggling foe. "You'll never get away with your plans, Kyran!" Noah shouted forcefully. "It's sad that you won't be here to witness if I do, Isildo." Arkadiy let out a jokeless chuckle before bringing the blade down. He stopped short when a cry let out among the Spades. From there on... everything went black... [size=5][b]Present...[/b][/size] Noah awoke with a pounding headache and pains throughout his body. The sourness was continous, but his headache seemed to pass lightly once he took a few breaths of the morning air. Dew lightly covered his already dampened clothing. He was comfortably placed on a pile of hay next to his companion Deksan, whom was still unconscious. They happened to be moving, though. Noah sat up and noted they were in a one-horse cart driven by a women. Noah recognized her clothing as those of Akubar. Taking another quick glimpse to Deks in case he awoke, Noah turned to the woman. She seemed to not have noticed his awakening so he decided to lightly tap her shoulder. But before he even touched a hair on her, she spoke. "So you're awake." Noah leapt back in the cart, stumbling. He would've fallen out if Deksan's leg hadn't appeared to be coming the edge of the cart. "You knew?" "Yes," she replied with not an ounce of surprise in your tone, "I've known you've been awake. You sleep quite loudly and when the noise stops, one can only assume." Noah seemed to blush with embarrassment of his sleeping habits, but with all the blood dried to his face, how could one tell? "What were you doing in those woods?" she continued. "I found you and your friend unconscious." Noah didn't reply at first. His mind swarmed back to the time he last remembered. It was hard to recall, but after some serious thinking, he got the jift of it. [i]You'll never get away with your plans, Kyran! It's sad that you won't be here to witness if I do, Isildo. Arkadiy, look out![/i] Noah grimaced at the thought, but upon noticing he hadn't replied, he quickly fibbed. "I don't remember." The woman nodded as if it were no surprise. "Of course. You were probably knocked unconscious. By the looks of the blood on your forehead, I mean." Noah put a glove to his forehead and felt the dried blood crust patches around his head, then peered up and hopped to the seat at the front of the cart with the woman. It was the first time he had seen her face. He had to admit, she was stunning. "Who are you?" he blurted out. "Krystal Evermoore, at your service, Mister... ?" "Noah. Noah Isildo." "Well, at least you haven't forgotten your name." She smiled, but Noah's pain disabled him from feeling the need to giggle. He cocked his head to look at Deksan's limp form. "Don't touch him. It's dangerous to try and wake someone knocked unconscious." Noah admired her knowledge. "You're not just beautiful, you're wise." Dismissing the compliment, she nodded in agreement. "I've been to a lot of places." The cart rolled on down the dusty roads up a hill until the sun shown through the trees that broke away revealing a vast open landscape. Not too far ahead was a town with rooftops smoking from flaming chimneys. "Speaking of places, where are we off to?" Noah found himself asking. "Akubar," Krystal replied sweetly. "It's my home town, if you couldn't tell by my garments. I'll treat you and your friend to a drink there. You look wind-beaten." Noah leaned back in the seat of the cart and nodded. "Yes, I s'pose it has been rough." [center][img]http://img30.exs.cx/img30/9730/oualbanner.jpg[/img] [size=1][b]Once Upon a Legend: Act I[/b][/size] [b]Scene 2:[/b] Guide For Hire [b]Description:[/b] Deksan awakens and the three take up drinks in a local tavern while discussing matters and possibly occupation. [/center] [center][/center]

I wasn't judging nor assuming anything about you. I'm just stating some things and who said it was illegal to do that? In fact, if I was stating this IRL, I'd be saying it kindly. No need to bite my head off. But I stand where I am. Until I see proof of why they would change, I have my beliefs and you have yours :)

I'm always happy. I'm not sure why, but I take the bad with the good. I guess I just choose to look on the bright side of things. There was some true story about a guy who says life is full of choices. I don't really wanna repeat the whole thing (plus, I don't remember all of it), but it had an interesting point. He says every morning he wakes up and asks himself how he's going to be today: Happy or Sad? He chooses "happy" and carries on his day glad. I've tried this and it actually does work, but sometimes you have to think a happy thought to get it going. Another part of what he said was when he fell out a window, while in midair he asked himself if he wanted to live or die and he chose live and did live. I seriously doubt he lived because he wanted to since many die that don't want to, but the happy/sad one works :) Life's full of decisions. I choose to be happy. Do you? ;) Oh, and if you see me use this face ":

Hm. I'm not sure which set I'll get. I know I can't afford both so it's a matter if I wanna go [b]classic style[/b] or [b]new agey[/b]. Hmm... decisions, decisions. I only saw two of the three special editions in the theatres and they weren't all that great. Or maybe I did see all three. Yes, I did :^O They still weren't amazing. Wee! A new scene. Yay! I can live without it ;) EDIT: Wow, I waffled a lot in this post =^/

[b]Dr. Gavynn Says:[/b] Don't be stupid ;) Though it is perfectly normal for your hair color or eye color to change permanently, it is simply superstition that they change temporary, especially for the weather and mood. Give me a scientific reason why they would? After having people scold me numerous times for not believing it in my RPG, I ended up researching the matter. I found results from various scientists and other professionals and I got the same answer every time. Your mood and weather have nothing to do with your eyes magically changing, but your eyes may appear to change to a new color simply because of pigment or your capillaries. Allow me to explain. When you're upset, the capillaries in the skin of your face become dilated, thus causing your cheeks (and usually other sections of the face) to become a red color. This is the same for the eye. The blood in your eye's iris will too become a little dilated and make the eye color appear to change. As for the pigments explanation, the melanin substance of pigments tend to change in certain situations and cause your eye color to appear to become something it is not. Do not be mistaken. The color does not change. The sloppy explanation that I believe the least in (and yet many professionals insist on) is the color clothing you wear. The color will be transmitted to your eye (depending on your original eye color) and cause it to appear changed. Weee! Silly sounding. But naturally the light theory is the most believable since light does make colors look like they change. So overall, there is no change in hair or eye color temporary. Hair/Eye color is genetic. All infants start with blue eyes and they either stick with them or change. Your eye color may change later on in life, but it is most certainly going to stay that color and not change numerous times, especially for something as silly as moods or weather. It's common superstition, but has been proved wrong. Besides, if your eye color constantly changes, how do you know your original, hm? Case closed. :^D

I have yet to purchase the DvD collection, but [b][i]Darnit Gosh[/i][/b], I'm gonna do it! This is what I've been waiting for for a long while. But me have a question. Does this DvD Trilogy have the original films 4-6 or are they the special edition versions released in theatres in the 90's? And sadly enough, the lazy bums with no lives on my dad's forum are complaining about the DvDs. But no worries. They complain about everything. Like I said, they have no lives.

Mr. Maul is right. This should be in anime, but I'll answer you nevertheless. If the card has no holograph on the corner at the bottom, it's fake. I'm pretty sure that's how it's told.

Banning sounds a bit harsh. In fact, any punishment does. There's not much that can be done to avoid the type of people who quit RPGs. Some RPGs are even capable of moving on while lacking one of their characters. But if someone quits RPGs, they gain the reputation of doing so and therefore should be recognized as such and not be let into RPGs that you make. That's what I think you can do. Besides, how can you stop them from posting in the Adventure Square and allow them to post elsewhere?

Actually, Crucifix, there are those people with the wonderful power of a Wacom pen that allows them to doodle on the computer. I, for one, have one so I'd be able to accomplish this type of RPG. But then again, I'd prefer drawing something as important as parts to this type of RPG by hand and then scanning it. My artwork on the computer could never compare to that on paper.

James told me that he had to redo the top banner for now because of it being stretched for various reasons. It's nothing to worry about, nor is it anyone's computer.