Dragon Warrior

MrSonic was banned so... is it right to continue this RPG? XD --------------- StupidHead was saying his speech just as Gandump, Merffles, and SamIam arrived. The area oddly smelt of toenail. "I, StupidHead, am really old. Thank you." He bowed the audience of smelly midgets clapped. Then, a comet blew them all up, tossing Gandump, Merffles, and SamIam into the air, and killing all the midgets, plus StupidHead. But the ring flew into Merffle's hand and Gandump, as he flew away, said, "Meet me at the [b]Crawling Pony[/b]!" And he was gone. It was hours before Merffles and SamIam landed safely on the ground (don't ask). There, they met two other midgets, Pippy Longstocking and TEH MERRY! Once Merffles and SamIam noticed TEH MERRY, they were shocked! "OMG! It's TEH MERRY!" shouted Merffles with glee. SamIam wet himself in all the excitement. "What are you doing here?" SamIam dared to ask, but was slapped upside the head by Merffles. "Don't address TEH MERRY unless he addresses you first!" Merffles scolded. TEH MERRY laughed. "It's okay. He's a fat, piece of crap. I am TEH MERRY, as you've already stated. What are you doing here?" "We were blown up and landed here safely... oddly..." Merffles slyly replied. "Say, we'll follow you on this dangerous quest!" Pippy said quickly. "How did you know we had a quest?" "Off we go!" And so they were off again... without a clue what to do... except to go to the Crawling Pony and stuff :<

Well, considering that Syk3 looks like that and KKC looks like a koopa, I'd have to say KKC =P XD Anyways, putting sarcasm aside, Nate, I can consider putting other members in my films, but if people ask to be in the next ons, I tend not to put them in there since it gets frustrating having 100 members asking the same silly question. It's harder to find spots for them all than people think O.o Oh, and Lrb, yes, all my movies shall be in this thread.

Maybe sweetreyes killed GBS Master to start the festivities ;) She was, after all, in the same room XD ----------------- Damario made his way back into the main lobby, peering around at it's patrons. Then he discovered an debilitated piano, collecting dust in the corner of the room next to a dirty bureau with vases covering it's surface. He stumbled over, took a seat on the piano bench, cracked his dynamic hands, and played while singing a familiar tune. [center][i]"Yo ho, Yo ho, A pirate?s life for me We pillage and plunder, we rifle and loot Drink up me hearties, Yo ho We kidnap and ravage, we don?t give a hoot Drink up me hearties, Yo ho Yo ho, Yo ho, A pirate?s life for me We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack Drink up me hearties, Yo ho Maraud and embezzle and even highjack Drink up me hearties, Yo ho Yo ho, Yo ho, A pirate?s life for me We kindle and char and inflame and ignite Drink up me hearties, Yo ho We burn up the city, we?re really a fright Drink up me hearties, Yo ho We?re rascals and scoundrels, we?re villains and knaves, drink up me hearties, Yo ho We?re devils and blacksheep we?re really bad eggs Drink up me hearties, Yo ho Yo ho, Yo ho, A pirate?s life for me We?re beggars and blighters and ne?er do well cads Drink up me hearties, Yo ho Aye, but we?re loved by our mommies and dads Drink up me hearties, Yo ho Yo ho, Yo ho, A pirate?s life for me!"[/i][/center] He grinned with enjoyment and turned to the others who had acknowledged him. "How about another?" [center][i]"What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor, er'ly in the morning!"[/i][/center]

Damario discerned Trini getting a drink so he walked (actually, he wobbled more or less) over to her and took the stool seat next to her. She didn?t appear too content with his company, but he was leisurely redeeming his soberness back. ?Hey there, lass,? sharp words crossed his wind-chapped lips. She gave a resonance of abhorrence from the bottom of her throat, but accommodated him nevertheless. ?Hello, Mr. Pirate,? she said, trying a smile. ?And what?s a pretty lass like you doing with a pistol like that?? His breath reeked of the drink he was consuming. Trini brought out the silver-encrusted pistol in her hand and pirouetted it expertly, finishing it off by apprehending it after a lob into the air and resting it back on the counter with adapt. ?I think I can handle myself? Mr. Dantes, is it?? ?That it be,? he gave her an extensive smirk again. ?You will be one of the better competition.? He arose, coiling the gun of his back in it?s scabbard and strolled away, leaving Trini to her drink.

=D So I did. Oddly, I made the same mistake when writing Disasterpiece Theatre on the back of one my comics I don't post here on OB called "Concerning Midgets". I'm having a bad day ;_;

Damario stormed out of the suite, beaming, and yet, not as pleased looking. He resumed his stance by the unpretentious bureau, pouring himself another glass of unforgiving wine. A small voice in his head told him [i]That'll take a toll on you![/i], but he snorted at it as always and told it back "I've built up a high alchohol tolerance." He then gave out an howling uproar of laughter, which attracted some unwanted attention from the guests still on the bottom stage. He made a effortless attempt to walk down the velvet-covered stairing, where he actually did more of a stumble as he noted that he might've underestimated his alchohol tolerance after all. But, naturally, he was still on his feet when he attained the aftermost step. This drunken ole seadog's mind would soon clear up and be like a lucid lake once again. For now, he checked out a women. [i]You sick pervert,[/i] that voice in his head returned. ---------- I have to go so I made this short.

Remember, it wasn't my idea. It was Boba Fett's :) But darn Mr. T for being complicated to draw over and over again. This animation bites monkeys :<

Merffles was very happy to see that old dude. "How have ya been, Gandump?" "Crappy," the old wizard replied with a grunt. "Oh, I see." There was a long silence, then Merffles jumped into Gandump's cart. "Wee!" "I don't have a cart," Gandump said, a little awestruck. "Where in the name of Frodo's fannypack did that come from?" "I dunno," Merffles replied, as confused as Gandump. "Well, putting that aside, I have come to your pathetic and useless town for a reason." "A reason?" Merffles repeated in shock. "Yesh. Ya see, your uncle, StupidHead is being stupid and having his elevendy-thousandth birthday today so we've got to throw him a party and shiz." "Oh my," Merffles said. "I am sexah!" "Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" "Were you talking about my sexahness?" "No," Gandump scolded. "Then no." "Bah! Scooch over. If it's my cart, I have a right to ride in it." And so, they rode off down the road to Merffles' pathetic and useless town known as The... umm... well, it doesn't have a name. [b]Later, at the party...[/b] "I'm old," said StupidHead as he had women sitting on his lap. "Uncle!" Merffles shouted as he rushed to his Uncle's side, causing the women to scatter. "Uh AGH! Gosh darnit, Merffles. Those were me only entertainment!" "But you must make a speechness!" Merffles insisted. "Fine, but I'm old," said StupidHead, getting up to go make his speech about his birthday because he was old. "Stupid Merffles... I'm too old for this..." "I can hear you," Merffles said. "I'm right next to you." "Uh... no you're not." "Oh. Okay then." And so they were off for that speech. --------- I'll give this part to someone else :)

[center][IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?postid=539714[/IMG][/center] This idea came from good ole Boba Fett here at Otakuboards. It's [b]Otaku Movie Night[/b] where every Saturday, I present the premier of my newest animation. This is a weekly deal so prepare for a new film by yours truely every stinkin' week! Yays! Simple as that. Currently, it's not Saturday (obviously) and my new animation [b]Mr. T Adventures: [i]Mr. T Saves the President[/i][/b] is not complete so for now, watch my two other films if you wish: [IMG]http://myimages.fourvalve.com/dragonwarrior/jamesbanner.jpg[/img] [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?threadid=35259]How the James Stole Christmas[/URL] [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?postid=533501[/IMG] [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?threadid=35599]Super Otaku Brothers[/URL] [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?postid=545053[/img] [URL=http://myimages.fourvalve.com/dragonwarrior/Mrtadventures1.gif]Mr. T Adventures: Mr. T Saves the President[/URL] Can't wait 'til Saturday!

[b]Name:[/b] Link [b]Initial Game:[/b] The Legend of Zelda [b]Description:[/b] Blonde hair, green tunic, wields the Master Sword, long, green cap, has a shield... dude, we all know him :) [b]Bio:[/b] In most of his games, Link has been legendary for going to save Princess Zelda from the clutches of the vile Ganondorf. He's also had other misadventures, but that was the main. He has come across the legendary Master Sword as well as various other items such as bombs, a shield, bow and arrows, and masks of assorted abilities. He even has an orcarina :) He's the best of the best in his time and any other time he has travelled through!

"We do it because we love you James." It's true :) I do do it because of that. And James knows it ^_^ Nifty comic. It's just like how it is :< You and your avatarness. Stick figures rules this Earth!

Hmmm... Boba Fett... that sounds intriguing. An Otaku Movie Night where I must release one of my movies :) I'll do it! Every Saturday is Otaku Movie Night... but how will this work? Hmmms...

Well, what I'm thinking klinanime mistakened for a bag under his cloak is what makes his legs seem short. It's actually more of a skirt, in a way like a kilt, just below his belt. That may be what makes his legs appear shorter.

Her name is Arwen. Yeesh, woman, I should yell at you good >: o But I won't because I'm cool and waiting for this RPG to start.

Sweet. This is gonna be sweet :) I are teh midgetness Merffles who will do dah happy dance when this finally starts =D

O.o He doesn't have a bulging pack under his cloak so I'm not really following you XD But thanks anyways.

Yeah. That's my own special style of shading I made :< I use it all my art (unless told to otherwise), but I'm not sure what you mean about his left foot O.o Seems fine to me.

Yep. Like in the Grinch or somethin. They all huddle around Shinmaru's bloody corpse, holding hands, and singing a song of love and happiness while Shinmaru... well... lays there dead :) I'm there singing too, but u don't recognize me because I said so >: o

Heh. Well, I wasn't aiming for any big success like How The James Stole Chirstmas. This was just a short, random film of nonsense to keep those kind of people who love that stuff under control until Mr. T comes.

I thought it would :) And it was fun to make while making this intensely difficult animation XD Oh, and calling me Gave doesn't make sense since my name is Gavynn and pronounced Gah-ven, not Gave-en =P

Oh, he looks so sad :< Either those lines under his eyes are tears or they're just wrinkles, I'm not sure, but it gives it a nice touch, nonetheless. I don't see much wrong with his head and he has a sweatshirt like me except mine's bigger because I'm obviously older than him and dead sexy :) But very nice ;) Like you were on MyOtaku, a good artistee!!! [b]My Rating:[/b] 9/10 Oh my goshums! You gotz the good ratingness!

Well, I'm a huge LOTR fan and I happen to like the way the rangers in it dress (mostly Faramir's clan), so with that, I decided to doodle one of my own, using some of the same references used in the LOTR rangers. Cha cha cha! C&C, pwease :<

All I wish to say is: Yays! And I also wish to say: people better sign up quickly *shakes fist*

Ahem. I'd also like to point out I knew what Gollum was. A Stoor, if you read more into a Stoor, like I have, you'd hear that a Stoor is a type of hobbit, therefore what I said was true, just in a different point of view. Anywho, thanks for the comments and to answer Slice's question, Animation Shop 1.

Yes. I probably did get out of tense. And the bad part is I don't catch them when proof reading. The excitement of wanting to post it gets the best of me. ---------------- [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?postid=538892[/img] [center][size=4][b]Chapter 4[/b][/size][/center] Smez and Spaz made a mad dash through the bushes and off a small cliff down a grassy hill and finally onto a gravel path. Having just stole food from the Komodos, they were being chased for the crime. Smez and Spaz are not your ordinary thieves, neither. They aren?t human and aren?t exactly the craftiest of the class. But they can run! Their speed was about the only thing that allowed their ludicrous exploits of robbery to actually be successful. To describe what they are is difficult, for no one is certain what species they thrive from, not even themselves. Their feet are webbed like a duck?s, but their hands are round with long, skinny rods for their fingers emerging out. Smez, being the born leader of the two brothers, was the taller, more handsomer one, if you could even call either of them handsome. They were both hideous to any eye and probably will never create a family of their own, which is actually quite sad. But that was never on their minds. It was food, which they thieved for. But as said, Smez was the leader. He had the brains of the outfit, he had hair unlike his shorter brother, and he wore a raggedy shirt that was long enough to look like a woman?s dress on him, except it didn?t appear as such. Spaz was much different. Being the underling to his older brother, he was not as intelligent and as tall as Smez. He was bald and never seemed to grow any hair at all except for the batch growing on spots on his back. Of course, Smez had some of that too. It appeared they had plains of weeds and grass on their reverse. Since Spaz was not as smart as Smez (though, they both would fail a 1st grade test if they were given one), Smez told Spaz that he was the one to wear the shirt. Spaz had to wear the loincloth. These were the only two pieces of clothing they could rob off someone and they had to make bargains with one another to figure out who wore what. And as said before, Smez had the honor of cloaking himself in the dirty shirt. At first, Spaz felt naked running around in just a loincloth, but he decided it wasn?t as important as getting something good in his tummy. In fact, the two of them haven?t searched for new clothes since because they were so intent on getting a hearty meal. Bugs and stolen moldy bread was beginning to not sound so appetizing, even for them. They?ve lived hard lives ever since they could remember and spent most of it outside of towns in forests where they found a decent and safe place to sleep at night. Of course, with all the Komodos and Rutarikans running around, what place is safe in the forests of Gordendok? Smez and Spaz were never someone to pass on the streets and not do an instant double-take. They had long, hanging snouts like a prehistoric elephant. It was stubby, but they obviously had control over it?s movements since they could lift it up to sniff the air around them. And since they were constantly looking for good food and weren?t successful, they were almost wasting away to nothingness. For all they know, they could be [I]dead[/I]! Smez and Spaz were two characters you couldn?t help, but want to figure out their past, and no one wanted to figure out their past more than they did. Not only did they not know what in the name of the Gordokian Gods they were, but they never knew their parents or any family or friend. They only had one another, which, was a relationship that could often sour. Brothers usually do not get along, but they?ve figured to survive, they have to. Their long, skinny legs carried them through the thick brush of the forests, leaping over dead roots of the angry and misguided trees that wanted to snag a traveler in their hurry. These long legs of theirs were what kept them speedy in their escapes from whomever they thieved in the past. Komodos were quick, but Smez and Spaz were quicker. Smez, being the head as said many times before, was the one to plan the route of escape through the forest so they could lose the Komodos if outrunning them failed. He put Spaz in charge of carrying the bag of food. The food was, of course, stolen from the Komodos. Though it wasn?t much, it was a decent meal for them. They pilfered five loaves of bread, about three apples, a couple of fish, and a bottle of fine cordial, no doubt, the Komodos stole from a human village. It was like a delicacy compared to the warped and mangy meals Smez and Spaz had to dig up. In fact, drool flooded from their mouths as they ran, the wind catching Smez?s and whipping it back into Spaz?s face. One drop went into his eyes and he steered a bit awkward for a moment, but returned to following Smez safely in short time. Yes, it seemed the two of them were finally going to have a good meal and the thought of it could make anyone in their shoes giddy, unless they were a Coopadorfu, which was an exotic bird of the West that never ate. Though everything was going according to plan, something always rained on their parade. The two were still running furiously since the howls of Komodo warriors pursuing them was still heard. Spaz began to panic and run faster, almost up to where he was in front of Smez, which knowing that Smez likes to be the leader, was a bad idea. So Spaz slowly backed down, but didn?t even notice how the bag of food snagged on a tree branch reaching out in the road and tore the cloth until a hole was big enough for the food to fall to the ground. So as they ran for their pathetic lives, what they worked so hard to get was being tossed along the gravel. Finally, it was getting dark and the Komodos seemed to give up on their quarry and return home to their jorkala boochtree campsites. The two brothers were able to relax and feast. Smez had a wide grin across his face and sat down on a rock in thought of the splendor they gained from all this. ?Ah yes,? Smez said, in his awkward way of talking, ?We can finallyses feast uponses what we stole!? Spaz was drooling and nodding, as if Smez was the grand dinner they were about to have. If you hadn?t noticed yet, notice now. Spaz and Smez have a peculiar speech problem. They have a [I]ses[/I] at the end of several random words in the sentences that they say, which often makes it difficult to understand them. They could put the [I]ses[/I] at the end of a noun and make it sound plural when they really mean singular. Once again, a social problem they possess. ?Spaz, my brother, we canses now eatses. Open the bagses.? Spaz grinned as much as Smez until he looked down to their utter dismay. It appeared there was no more food left in their bag. ?It?s emptyses,? Spaz mumbled, not intending for Smez to hear, though he did. ?Whatses did you sayses?? ?Uh?? Spaz shivered. ?Nothingses, brother. Nothingses. I must go washses the food down by the riverses now. Be rightses back!? He took the empty sack and rushed away, but didn?t get far before Smez jumped his scrawny body. ?Tryingses to escape with all the foodses and not share it with your ownses kin?!? The furious Smez boxed Spaz?s ears and Spaz let out a wicked cry, then crawled away and whimpered as Smez snatched the sack off the dusty ground. He was in awe when he saw the empty parcel. ?Whatses is this? An empty bagses?? ?I don?t knowses what happened to it allses.? Smez glared at his brother. ?I doses. You ate it all, didn?tses you?? ?No. I swearses! I didn?t!? ?I don?t believeses you!? ?But it?s trueses. I?d never insultses the leaderses.? This seemed to stop Smez?s approach on Spaz. He rubbed his naked, bumpy chin and thought about this. ?Yes, I supposeses you wouldn?tses.? Spaz nodded, agreeing with his brother and trying to get on his good side however he could. ?Yes. I?m not a thiefses to my own kindses.? Smez arched an eyebrow, one that was almost as bald as Spaz?s head. ?Then one questionses remains.? ?Whatses?? ?What happenedses to the food?? This put Spaz into silence and when he didn?t speak for a full three minutes, Smez got fed up. ?You carried the foodses! You lost the foodses or ate it yourselfses. It?s all your faultses, Spaz! You?re a foolses!? ?But Smez, I didn?t knowses it was all goneses ?til now!? ?So it seemses,? Smez glared, calming down and allowing his tone to drop to normal pitch. He examined the bag and noticed the tear for the first time. ?Hmmses?? ?What is it, brotherses?? Spaz dared to question. ?It seemses that this bagses was already torn when we gotses it! It wasn?t your faultses at all. We just chose a lousy bagses.? Spaz sighed with relief that his brother didn?t know the truth because Spaz knew that tear was not there when they first got the sack. But he dare not tell Smez what he knew. Smez laid down on the ground and grunted, his stubby snout floating up for a quick moment. ?Lookses like itses time to sleep, brotherses.? Spaz looked up at the night sky coming through the canopy and he laid back, staring at those stars that shined so brightly. ?Smez?? ?Whatses, Spaz?? came a grumpy voice from Spaz?s left. ?I?m hungryses.? ?I am tooses. Seemses we?ll have another nightses of sleep with an empty stomachses."