Dragon Warrior

I can't cry, it seems. I just can't. No matter what happens. Even intense pain doesn't bring tears to my eyes. I haven't cried since I was 9 or 10 and I'm 16 now. Maybe some guys lose the ability? XD All I know is, whatever makes me cry sure as hell hasn't happened yet.

Let's just say it's one of the most thought-through ones I've read so far, in my opinion. It seems that way, at least.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Kaede-san [/i] [B][color=midnightblue][size=1]She also has a wild battle style, like using her shield to slide down stairs while shooting her arrows.[/color][/size] [/B][/QUOTE] *cough*LOTR*cough* Anywho, these are great. Keep 'em coming. My mind is swimming with ideas and who meets my requirements or not :)

Fiona and Sariyah were scanning the area, careful not to cross paths with more drones so fast. With quiet steps, they made their way from building roof to building roof, keeping a sharp eye out for any drones that found their way to where they were. "Eek!" Sariyah let out a squeal. Fiona turned around and readied her bow. She slowly lowered it and glared. "What is it?" she whispered so quiet, she wasn't even sure she could hear herself over the sound of a vent. "I stubbed my foot." Fiona sighed and turned to meet two drones, ready to fire. They did, but she luckily dodged with great skill. Sariyah let out a yelp as he was shot in the arm. "I hate my life." He began running for his left arm was useless. His sever blade was useful, yes, but took two hands to wield. Fiona managed to kick a drone aside into a wall, causing it to explode on impact. The other fired at her. She made a run for the vent and leapt in, calling for Sariyah to follow. He did, limping, though it was his arm and not his leg. The drone blocked the vent. It readied to fire. A few other drones closed in around him. "Aw crud again," he said. But without thinking, he unleashed a mad fury of gunshots from his [b]spreader[/b]. The shots landed on a drone to his left and bounced off, hitting the others. Explosions came, sending Sariyah to the ground in an instant. He cowered as if they would want to counterattack. But they didn't. After the smoke cleared and the sparks of the drones dimmed, he peered at the vent. The one drone remained. It aimed it's gun directly at Sariyah's head. Ready to fire in seconds, it was taken out easily by Fiona who jumped from the vent with great agility and knocked the drone aside and down the vent. There was sounds of it hitting the metal until they finally heard a clunk. Then silence. And then BOOM! Sariyah jumped and noted smoke coming from the vent's opening. "Guess we can't go down there now," Fiona mumbled. She helped Sariyah up and they began leaping buildings again. "That's the second time you've saved me. I owe ya big." Sariyah had gleams in his eyes even though he shut them constantly because of fright. "Don't sweat it," she said as they made a mad dash for what seemed to be an old factory.

Excellent! That's two profiles so far! But I'm gonna need a lot more if I wanna get this thing off and running with the best of the best ^_^

[IMG]http://free.eh-solutions.net/real16/ani1.gif[/IMG] First things first. This RPG is gonna be big. To start us off, watch this [URL=http://free.eh-solutions.net/real16/Part1ani.gif]animation[/URL] I made for the RPG before reading on. Otherwise, it won?t work. MEH! Assuming that you just watched that animation, I will start with the basics of the RPG. The story from that, to sum it up, was simply that the Demon Lord ?Darkus? ruled the world from the dawn of time, enslaving all races of all kinds from Elves to Dwarves to even Men. Then, 9 sages came and whooped his arse. He was defeated and the eye of his staff was smashed. Some dude found it and it possessed him using Darkus? soul that still remained inside of it. Using this man, the staff had him cast spells on the descendants of the nine sages and turn them into nine horrible monsters to work for him. But soon, the man himself became possessed so much that he too turned into a horrible creature from where he could not wield the staff anymore. The staff was then lost. Not too long later (probably about less than a year), the staff was found again by our hero (my character) who soon learns he must use the staff to defeat the ten demons as well as destroy the staff itself before Darkus? soul returns. What I?m looking for in signups and people of this RPG are people who can: (1) Roleplay well or decent enough not to make this sound like crap. I want this to be good. (2) Be quite creative in what they do in the RPG. Nothing all boring read and stuff that causes the other players to do a snore fest [teehee]. (3) Go with the theme. When I say this, I mean that the person plays by how Ruingarth is. They don?t make characters that are prostitutes or gothic-like people or bounty hunters. Crap, that?s not Ruingarth and I?ll explain later how you can master your character?s stats and keep with the Ruingarth spirit at the same time of customizing your chara to a good length. Those three factors are what is going to make you get into this RPG. That?s right. For once, I?m having people sign up and I choose from them for who?s gonna be in the RPG. I don?t have ANYTHING against anyone so don?t complain to me if you don?t get chosen. It?s just for how good you roleplay and how you roleplay. Your character?s stats are BIG on getting you into this. It also shows how well you describe such and how creative you can really be as well as showing Ruingarth potential. This is the first of a three-part series (note the ?Part One? in the title) so people who are chosen in this one are most likely gonna show up in the next two. That means if you signup here, you will have to be prepared to signup in the next one. In any case, we can kill off their character if they don?t wish to be in the next two, but that makes it ugly so please don?t sign up if you?re not up for being in sequels. I guess that?s enough jabbering. I?ll get into some stuff on Ruingarth and it?s people and culture and crap. It?ll help you customize your chara to the best that you can and make me want YOU (not that way, you sick person >: o) Let?s start with [b]Races[/b]. [u][I]Humans[/i][/u] As usual, these guys make up most of the world. They are the strongest nation, but never were the wisest and best at strategizing. They often fall in battle, but go out with a bang! That?s what seems to make them strong. They are masters in weaponry, but weak in magic. In fact, men aren?t magic users after the deaths of all nine sages. Men no longer possess such ability to wield magic so they resort to the best of fighting capabilities. They are also resourceful in finding jobs like knighthood or blacksmiths. If you are a man, keep in mind that they are often corrupted with power, but can hold back. They are weapon-users and love armor and such. Magic is not in their power. If you choose to be one, be careful. They are not always friendly. [b]NOTE:[/b] I will allow at least one person to be human and be some kind of mage. It never hurts to have human wizards still. I may of said there hasn?t been a mage human since the nine sages, but there can be those who practice in? secret? [u][I]Elves[/i][/u] Forest folk! These guys are great for numerous reasons. They are wise, for one. They are agile and quick for two. And for a whopping third, magic is their best ability. They can use bow and arrow and now and then other weapons, but magic is their main source. It is rare to find an elf that can wield both magic and weapon skillfully at the same time. It?s never even. If they?re good at magic, they?re weak at weapon. Or vice versa. Their large ears help them hear great and their eyes are sharper than hawks. They are a great race, but are disliked by some, such as dwarves for example. To be an elf is a good deal, but try not to have so many people sign up as one, please. They do have their downfalls still. They are weak in the armor and can be easily injured. Even the wise fall sometime. [u][I]Dwarves[/i][/u] Fine miners and workers as well as weaponsmiths. They are masters of the axe and can carry a wide variety of types when on journeys. They are strong, even for their stout and short size. They often aren?t the prettiest to look at, but are often the best in close combat. There are tales of dwarves beating several humans with one hand! Like said before, they dislike elves, but their culture is similar. They believe in peace even if combat is a great sport for them. To be a dwarf, you must be able to handle a character who can be aggressive in nature, but also be kind at heart. I?m not saying you can?t make your character all happy and jumping around, but try to keep the basic fact of them not liking elves and being fierce warriors. And don?t forget how dwarves are great at weapon-making! [u][I]Goblins[/i][/u] Nasty, little green creatures that often live in damp caves or tunnels. Old mines can be occupied by them as well. They thrive on killing and slay anything moving, even each other at times. If you run across a horde of them, it?s not unusual to be slain in an instant. You should remember that they train to kill. Killing is their life. -You cannot be this character- [u][I]Orcs[/i][/u] Similar to goblins and yet more hideous. Orcs were once another peaceful race called the Oralas who spent their lives healing people who passed by their lakes and streams. Then they became corrupted with power and how people mistreated their land. They soon morphed and evolved into what we know as grotesque orcs. Like goblins, they live to kill, but they still carry out lives like any other. After all, they were once Oralas and they still have a partial piece of that life left, even if the Oralas no longer exist. -You cannot be this character- [u][I]Vortrass[/i][/u] A Vortrass is a bird-like being who is in the shape of a human. They are like men, but with bird hands and bird feet and the typical bird head, but a bit misshapen. Their wings protrude from their backs where their flowing capes have holes. The men and some women of their kind of what people call ?Guardians of the Sky? and guard sky castles or floating fortresses and temple ruins. Their homes are mountain caves high above where no man could ever live because of the lack of oxygen. It?s a mystery why they can even exist up there. -You cannot be this character- [u][I]Komodos[/i][/u] Lizard warriors of the jungle, they are archers who hiss past enemies at great speed and fire endless amounts of arrows. They often have some kind of poison or bag of powder at the end of each arrow to harm the foe and put more of an effect on it?s target. All that?s really known about these guys is that and how they attack travelers who enter their tribe territory. It?s unusual for one to survive a Komodo invasion. -You cannot be this character- I?d say more races, but where?s the fun in that? I?ll just reveal more later and say a description of them then. Now that you?ve got an idea of what type of creatures and such you can be, it?s onward to cultures and crap. [u][I]Weapons[/i][/u] Like any medieval adventure, weapons involve axes, swords, throwing daggers, bow and arrow, etc. What I don?t wanna see is katanas and ninja stars and stuff like that. This is medieval, not Japan or China. Heh. Just wanna get that through. That also goes for character names and style of clothing. But I?ll get to that later. When selecting weapons for your characters, remember what I said about the race they are. They do have certain weapons and such that they can use if they can use any period. Swords should consist of regular looking swords and broad swords and just swords in particular. Remember, keep it medieval. Go ahead and make your character have a sword that your father gave you or something and it?s all-powerful, but to me, that sounds kind of cheesy. It?s been done, it?s washed up. It?s cliché, that?s all =P As for axes, that?s kind of self-explanatory. Same with bows and throwing daggers and stuff. Be creative with arrows, though, if you can. If you recall the Komodos, their arrow ends were tipped with poison or something. If an elf, why not have flaming magic arrows or whatnot. They?re danged magic users, for God sakes! Any other kind of weapons I?ll look over and say something if they?re not to the Ruingarth type. I?m sure they will be, of course. [u][I]Clothing[/i][/u] Once again, it depends on your race. Let?s start with humans. They can be from just plain clothing to armored. You decide. Maybe mix it up a bit. Just keep it medieval, like I always say. People here on OB often go ?Japanese? style on me and that won?t work for this RPG, I?m sorry to say. If I burst anyone?s bubble, I apologize. Elves are authentic. They tends to dress without armor, but really nice clothing. You could say that style is everything to them. They wear clothing that catches the eye?s fancy so remember that when designing an elaborate costume. Of course, not all elves are like that. There are many types of elves. Some dress nice like I said, then there are those who dress in the Link-like getup from Zelda or Legolas look of LOTR. As such, once again, be creative and Ruingarthian. Dwarves are big armor fans. Unless sleeping, you?ll never see dwarves without their armor. What am I saying?! They sleep with armor sometimes. Even when they eat. They are weapon and armor fans. Hardcore, baby! So that?s pretty much it right there for them. That?s what you should keep in mind when making a character?s outfit. Go ahead and post a pic you found off the web that you like, but it must be like what I described. Dangit, I hate when I sound picky. [u][I]Culture[/i][/u] I?ve said it a billion times so this part is sort of useless, but Ruingarth is hardcore medieval. You can walk in and not find a trace of anything else. It?s LOTR, Zelda, Everquest, and blah blah blah all stuck together to make a damn great place. And I?m not bragging or anything. When making your character?s ways of life and such, try to keep that in mind. Not that I?m not bragging, but that it?s medieval. Names are big in this part of this idea. I?m sure you?ll wanna go all ghetto on me for saying it too, but there?s ways of making names in this. Ruingarth is a place that doesn?t enjoy complex names, but likes ones that are unusual. You don?t hear them often. That means make up your own. Let?s have a special example here of good and bad names. [b]Good Name:[/b] Winthcrow Louhatch [b]Bad Name:[/b] Korokai Maliochi The bad name was way too complex and Japanese for my liking. The good name was just right because it portrayed medieval at the same time of being easy to remember. In fact, I kind of fancy that name. I just made it up now. Go me! Also, depending on what your race is, you?ll make your name a certain way. Remember these pointers: -Elves usually have ?y? and ?s? and ?r? and ?v? in their names. -Dwarves use ?r? and ?f and ?t? and ?w? in their names. -Human names are common, but try to make them sound medieval. No ?Bob?. Try ?Bobothire?. That wraps it up for culture. Just recall that your race largely affects how your character will act and their way of culture and the way they feel and react to their environment. Real deep, aye? [u][I]Age[/i][/u] Age matters. Elves can be so dang old and look so dang young! Remember that! But they are not immortal, mind you. Dwarves age like men and men age like men. Well said, Gavynn. Thank you, Gavynn. [u][I]Magic[/i][/u] This really is just for elves and the one man mage if we have one. Magic is useful in battle and you can make it power, but don?t make it God-like. Casting a spell that wipes out a whole army is bad roleplaying to my taste because it makes you seem invincible. Then again, if you add an after-effect like you goes unconscious for a day, that?s cool. Or maybe you unleash the best spell of all time in place of your life. You can be creative with this stuff. Make spells that do special effects aside from making elemental shiz like a lightning bolt shocking the bejezus out of a guy. Medieval! *shakes fist* [u][I]Worlds[/i][/u] Woo! This is a big part of the chapter. The world is vast. The world is dark and yet peaceful. The world is frickin? medieval! As such, give it a type of LOTR effect, if you please. In a way, that?s what I picture it. It can beautiful here and there, then you take a step into the woods, trip over a root protruding from the ground, tumble down a little steep hill and you?re BAM! In the evil warlord?s clutches. Of course, that probably wouldn?t happen, but it?s just an idea. One wants to give a gloomy effect to a dark place. One wants to give beauty to a happy place like an Elven Kingdom. That?s just common roleplaying sense. If you roleplay well, you know how to make an area the way you want. Go ahead and get crazy with creative ideas. Make this RPG have vast worlds that no one could just dream up. Make it different from anything else. And yet? ? make it medieval. *shakes fist again* [u][I]History of Characters[/i][/u] Pay attention, youngins. This is an important part. This is what?s gonna get you into the RPG aside from the rest of your signup. This is most important, let?s just say. For one thing, always follow how your character?s race is. Keep to that, but at the same time, be unique. Don?t be afraid to venture a bit to the wild side. Give your character an interesting occupation to start off with or whatnot. It may link with the story better. Giving your character a good past is fantastic. That gives you a good boost in my ?I-Like-You-I-Think-I-Will-Let-You-In-My-RPG meter?. The more original and unique, the better for you. And if you?re gonna go the way of ?I have no past. I can?t remember it, blah blah blah,? have a good reason to back it up and make sure to tell me what it is. You don?t have to put the reason in the signup, but please contact me somehow whether it be by IM or PM. Because the blank past idea is used too often without good reason. My character for one, is using it, but his reason is original. I will explain more when I post my own signup. [u][I]Linking To The Story[/i][/u] You don?t have to necessarily add this into your profile when you sign up, but if you want, you can. You need to think of a good way to get with the group to fight Darkus. Just walking along in the woods one day and meeting the party and saying ?Why, a dark demon lord, you say? I?ll slay him too? is not that catchy. Who would be DUMB enough to risk their life to slay a dark lord for no apparent reason? Me, for one, but I?m just stupid. Anywho, good thing to plan. [u][I]I like Mashed Potatoes[/i][/u] Well, I do! [u][I]Way of Posting[/i][/u] Well, it?s obvious when you post, you must be creative and descriptive. A good roleplayer makes up a good RPG. If they can follow the theme and always pull something new and original out of their as? fault-covered carrying case, then they are a good addition to the story. I?m looking for these kinds of peeps and if you?re one of them, you have a damn good chance. Booyah! No spamming or two sentence posts. If you are a good roleplayer, then you must know that two paragraphs is the limit. And I mean, well built paragraphs. Nothing like this: Gavynn walked up to George and said, ?Why, hello there George.? George sneered. Boo! If you are a good roleplayer, this isn?t a problem for you! So merf to you! [u][I]I ARE THE GODNESS OF JOO![/i][/u] Ha! No one in this RPG (not even me) is all-powerful. Except maybe the monsters and Darkus. We are all equal. In fact, I can?t really say I?m the main character. Scratch that if I said it before because I?m not. I carry the staff. Big whoop. We are all big characters in this and the story runs around us all. Sure, you can have a heroic part here and there, but don?t make it so you run around and go ?Me slay youz and youz and youz? oh! And youz! Can?t forget youz!? because that makes you look like an ***. I?ve already mentioned this all before, I believe under magic. We are not Gods, here. Just normal characters. So merf to you! [u][I]I forgot to say this before in the ?Way of Posting? Thingy[/i][/u] Make sure not to post script style. This is script style: Gavynn: I are the sexah beast! George: Oh yeah? *slays Gavynn* Gavynn: That?s it! We?re not friends anymore! :sad: George: I didn?t mean it! God, no, please. Let?s try posting as if you?re writing a story. I may wanna keep this like a book when it?s over. Maybe rewrite it and publish it and give us all credit (yeah right!). But mostly make it story form since it?s the best way to read and the script form is so plain and not that descriptive. Leaves out a crap load of creativity. THAT IS ALL. You guys are the best. Now, after reading this, you are probably thinking, ?I read all that and this guy is very picky and I hate him, but he loves Mashed Potatoes.? Well, if you?re not thinking that, sign up *wink*wink* [u][I]Sign Up Sheet[/i][/u] Well, it?s not a sheet, but? shut up! [b]Name:[/b] (Your character Name) [b]Age:[/b] (Age matters on how your character acts. Remember this) [b]Race:[/b] (Humans, Elves, or Dwarves) [b]Weapons:[/b] (if any, you can have 2. If a dwarf, you can have up to 5 different axes. Make sure to describe each one briefly. If an elf with bad weapon skills and good magic, you can only have one weapon.) [b]Outfit:[/b] (What they wear) [b]Magic:[/b] (if elvish or mage man. You can have 3 starter spells if you choose an elf who?s skilled with magic and not weapons. You can choose one starter spell if you chose an elf with bad magic and good weapon skills.) [b]Appearance:[/b] (aside from clothing and weapons, what does your character look like. Eyes, hair, etc. This is where a picture can be posted.) [b]Occupation:[/b] (what they do. If no job, what they do to survive or hobbies) [b]Description:[/b] (personality and way of life) [b]History:[/b] (Their past and goals of the future. This can be where you post how they meet the group. It?s probably best to keep that until the RPG starts since your idea may change as the RPG does) [b]Likes:[/b] (This is just for fun. To get to know your chara more) [b]Dislikes:[/b] (Ditto) [b]Style:[/b] (Want your chara to be different in some way? Here you can post how they speak or the way they walk or whatnot. Something uncanny. Anything else would be description or appearance or even History. Have a look at this example below of a way of talking.) ?He ?ad a way of livin?, but I don?ten unnerstan? ?im.? For those who don?t know what the hell I just said, I said ?He had a way of living, but I don?t understand him.? Try not to make talk so thick that we can?t understand XD THAT IS ALL. If I think of anything new to add, I?ll put it under the ?New? Category. The newest will be in red. Check back at this topic to see if I add anything. HAVE FUN, DARNIT! Medieval? *shakes fist* [i][u]New[/u][/i] Nothing yet. [b]NOTE:[/b] I need at least 4 others.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Semjaza Azazel [/i] [B] You're probably thinking more in terms of weird accents like Fez on That 70s Show or something though heh. [/B][/QUOTE] No, no. I do mean all accents. Like I said in my first post, everyone has one whether you know it or not. And yet, Fez is the shiznit XD

Sariyah had scattered off into an unknown, dark building, dodging reigns of fire as he did. He wasn't exactly up for getting killed on the spot. A sitting duck was all he was out there. Hiding in the darkness, his eyes adjusted to the darkness like they do and he peered around for any drones that followed. He was hiding behind a broken crate, shivering, if even possible for a reploid. He hadn't even unsheathed his sever sword or pulled out his spreader in fear that it'd cause noise and they'd blow him down before he could even swing his blade or pull a trigger. Then, he heard someone. He peered over the rim of the crate and spotted a drone, slowly tracking him inside the building. It's torso and head rotated akimbo, searching the area for any unfortunate reploid. Sariyah began crawling behind the crates, checking on the drone whenever he passed a space where two crates seperated. There were faint words coming out of Sariyah's mouth. One may think it were a prayer. The drone heard this, obviously, and charged at the crates where Sariyah was. It opened fire and blasted the crates into thousands of splinters. After the smoke cleared, the wall sizzled and was black as the sky that night. The drone seemed satisfied and started to roll away. Sariyah carefully peered over some crates in the distance, happy to have enough speed to escape a near-death experience like that. He giggled with glee and started to make a run for the door to the next building. He was unfortunate anyways. Two drones appeared in his path and he screamed out and made a run for the other door he entered before. Once again, a drone appeared in his path. He backed away, but the two drones behind him closed in. He began to worry that this was it. His legs quivered and he couldn't help, but have his arms shake with fear. "I'm not cut out for this," he mumbled under his breath. He was breathing fast and his long hair waved with every shake of his scared body. The drones stopped, surrounding him. Then, raising their guns up into the air, they prepared to fire. Sariyah dropped, cowering in fear. "Mommy," he said before large blasts of intense fire was released upon him. Luckily, his [b]Bounce Shield[/b] was activated and shot the blasts off the walls and back at the drones. When he looked back up, there were sizzling remains of the drones. He had bounced the shots back and destroyed them without knowing what he had done. He stood up and peered down at the smoking carcasses. Then a smile slowly crept across his face. "Oh YES! BOOYAH! WOO! I AM THE MAN! HELL YEAH!" He jumped around, dancing across the room and taking big leaps over the drones' remains. "Who's your daddy? I'm your daddy! Bam! You're gone! You cannot stop this! Booyah!" Suddenly, a blast hit the wall next to his head and he flinched at the sight of it. "Oh crap!" He made a run out of the room as more drones poured in. He was running down a long allyway when he was suddenly pulled aside. He saw it was a female reploid. She hushed him. "You put too much attention on yourself." He didn't know her, but after scanning, he found her name was Fiona. He then felt safe, even if there were tons of Drones coming around the bend, ready to fire.

Well, I'm not foreign. I'm full-fledged American. I have touches of all those races and stuff like polish and crap, but I still look pure American. I just don't understand where my accent came from. I don't even notice it anymore and my mom yells at me for using it. She says it's lazy =P

It seems that I don't know ANYONE with an accent. That disappoints me since I love accents. But everyone has an accent, I suppose. If you live in America or whatnot and have the ordinary voice that you hear everyone speaking, that's an accent. The american accent. You may sound goofy to those who have different accents. I, myself, have a sort of british/australian accent. My mum thinks it's more of a slurred Chicago accent, but I dunno. I may of gotten it from acting. I was born in Arizona so it's a wonder. What about you peeps? What accent do you have, hmm?

Tyniah tried to make a few decent blows to Sariyah's chest, but Sariyah dodged all of them and sent Tyniah crashing through the banister of the staircase. He then fell to the first floor and landed on a table which broke more than just his fall. Sariyah grunted and leapt down to the bottom floor. He walked out of the inn, the party, the town. He marched into the woods with his supplies and money, ready to find another quarry to do his job on. His pace was trudging, his mood was terrible, he felt as if he was possessed. He even took his sword to a tree and shouted out in anger. The tree collapsed. Sariyah heard a laugh and looked up at a small, black creature munching an apple up in a tree. "You find this humorous?" Sariyah bellowed at it. "Not at all." It was Poncho. He took a bite and leapt to the next branch lower. "I just can see you are upset because of what happened back in Koralass." "You knew about it?" "Oh yeah. Everyone knows about it," Poncho lied. "The police are after you. It's a mess, I tell you what. HA! You are in deep trouble, toots." "They coming for me now?" "Yeah. If I were you, I'd amscray, ya know what I mean?" "Of course." Sariyah began running down the path. He could hear Poncho call at him as he wandered into the distance. "You're gonna get caught just running like that." Sariyah turned to the curious creature who was now running up aside him. "Trust me, toots. I know. The most simplest way to lose those punks is to follow me, ya catch my drift?" "Uhh... not really." "Come with me." "Er... why?" "LOOK! You wanna get caught? Fine. Stay. If I were youz, I'd follow that incredibly handsome guy named Poncho to his safe, cozy home just south of here." Sariyah rubbed his chin. "Fine. Show me this 'safe and cozy' home of yours." A small smile crept over Poncho's face. "You won't be disappointed."

Oh my Goshums! I are gotz a 8.2! Sennen, you made my dayness :< As for Syk... we'll see what happens to him in my next story... *glares at an appletree*

I made this one day in Math class because I was bored and didn't want to do my work. So sue me. =P [B]MANY MIKES[/B] Wesley walked over to his friend Mike and showed a parcel to him. "Here ya go, Mike!" "What?" said Wesley's other friend who was also named Mike. "Not you, Mike," Wes scolded. "Okay," said the first Mikewho walked off. "No, Mike!" Wes shouted. "Stay here!" "I am," the second Mike smiled. "No. The other Mike should stay. You go." "Huh?" the first Mike said, appearing again. "Stay, Mike!" Wes shook the parcel angrily. "I AM!!!" the second Mike shouted impatiently. "No! You!" Wes pointed to the first Mike. "Stay!" "I stay?" the first Mike questioned. "Yes!" "Why?" the second Mike asked. "Stay out of this!" Wes scolded the second Mike. "Okay," the first Mike said and left. "Hey!" Wes shouted. Then the second Mike kicked Wes in the shin and left. "Mike!" "Yeah?" said about 50 guys who came over. "Who are you guys?" Wes asked, surprised. "Mike," they all said simultaneously. "Wait. You're all Mikes?" "I am?" one said. "That's what you just said." "Huh?" Another looked confused. "Aren't you all Mikes?" "I'm not," one man said, raising him hand. "Same here," another called. "Yeah. Me, as well." "Same over here." "Pickles." "Okay, who's a Mike here?" One man rose his hand. Wes mumbled. "That's it! Get out of here! Shoo!" The wannabe Mikes scattered. "Now where's Mike?" Wes pondered. A hobo appeared eating a strawberry-flavored cabbage. He coughed. His cough sounded like "Wesley's a loser." It was like, "HACK!", ya know what I mean? Wes got mad and jumped the hobo. Suddenly, Mikes poured in from nowhere, slaying Wesley in an instant. One of the Mikes was the first Mike. He picked up the parcel from Wesley's dead and slimy hands and chucked it into a shredder which oddly appeared out of nowhere. "Hey! My name was on that!" one Mike shouted. "Yeah! Mine too!" another followed. "No," the first Mike stated. "Oh." And they all went home. [b]THE EVIL HAMBURGER SAYS:[/b] THE FRICKIN' END!

Back at Koralass, the mayor was quite pleased. He shook all of their hands, even Irima as she lay in a bed and was tended to by nurses. Everyone's wounds were also medicated, but they were able to walk around. Sariyah got his money and beamed at it. He split it among Monte, Boots, Tyniah, and himself and set aside a pouch for Irima. "Not like she needs it, being a princess and all," he mumbled under his breath. "What was that, Sariyah?" Monte said, looking up from counting his gold. Sariyah peered up, not moving his hands from his work of counting money. "Nothing." He laid back in his chair, his feet on the table and two chair legs on the floor. He turned his head just enough to catch sight of Irima out of the corner of his eye. "Goofy." The door swung open and Tyniah pranced in with a letter in his hand. Monte immediately recognized it as an invitation. "Tyniah?" Monte looked up at Tyniah with excitement. "A party!" Dancing and singing was going on. Lots of feasting and the sound of children laughter echoed the alleys and streets of all of Koralass. It made Sariyah wonder. He walked over to Monte and pulled him away from a couple of beautiful women. He wasn't exactly happy about it. "WHAT?! I had it going on!" Monte complained. "No. No you didn't," Sariyah pointed out. "Why are feasts always brought to attention when something happens in this gosh-forsaken world?" "Got me," Monte said, looking around at the crowds while sipping a pint of ale. He winked at some women who giggled amongst themselves. "Excuse me," he stared off, but was pulled back by Sariyah. "Keep it in your pants." Monte grumbled as the women walked away laughing. He was suspecting it was because they found his humorous and ravaging. Sariyah knew they were laughing at the bird droppings in his hair which he was still unaware of. Sariyah even cracked a smile. Though Sariyah meant for Monte to stick with him, Sariyah ditched the ex-gambler and went back to their rooms. He walked in and over to his desk to grab his sword and supplies and prepare to leave tomorrow. Just then, Irima woke up in the bed that was in the room and spotted Sariyah.

Sariyah had caught a train in the North side of his town because he missed his flight to the Defense Facility in Novus Concordia. He tended to be late or clumsy or foolish or retarded or whatever that made up his personality. Sariyah, or ?Pyret?, was a young Reploid who signed up on the Defense Facility in Novus Concordia to help fight the disease Sygnosis 40 which was infecting Reploids all around. The train led straight into the center of Novus Concordia so Sariyah had it made, pretty much. He had been on it for a two day length, living off his music that was programmed into his head. Mostly rock or hard rock; Sariyah?s favorites. He tapped his boot on the wooden planks of the train cart floor to the beat of the lucid music that he so fondly listened to constantly. His right arm was lying across his arched knees, his chest nudged up to them. His back laid back against the car doorway, allowing Sariyah to have a pleasant view of the outside. It was mostly nice and grassy until he hit the city limits. Then it just turned to muck. Though he was closing in on his stopping point, Sariyah kept on listening to his music while admiring his surroundings. A pile of hay collapsed on his head when the train stopped short. Sariyah panicked to get out of the straw and he leapt to his feet in an instant, legs spread out to keep balance while his heads readied fists. He soon noticed what was going on and muted his music program. Suddenly, he was grabbed by his trench coat and pulled out of the train car and onto the ground. He spat at the dirt and dusted himself off. Upon looking up at the jerks who did this, he beeped at two muscled men and who were not in the best of moods, Sariyah examined. Hair covered all over their arms and chins and chests and anywhere else you could imagine, probably. The thought caused Sariyah to shudder. ?What do ye think yer doin?, punk?? the shortest of the two scolded in an uproar. Spit flew from his mouth and landed on Sariyah. He wiped it away. ?Riding?? ?Riding? RIDING?!? The short man jumped up and down in a fit of anger. ?Does our train look like a city bus or taxi to you? Huh?? The man spat again and Sariyah felt he was taking a shower in his clothes. ?I missed my flight. I can explain! Really!? ?Oh, you can explain it? after I kick your caboose!? The man rolled up his sleeve, but the taller of the two held him back. He nodded at Sariyah?s Sever Sword latched to his side. Sariyah preferred to put it on your back, but ever lay back and have your back sit against a sword before? It doesn?t feel all too nice. The man backed off and grunted, spat one last time on Sariyah?s face and walked back to the front of the train. It started off again and Sariyah watched it leave while dust covered the spot he sat. He flopped his arms down between his legs and stared around at the buildings. He wasn?t exactly close, he presumed, but he?d have to make it soon if he wanted to get into the training session to be accepted. But how? Just then, a truck pulled in and was loading cartons and barrels into the back. A small smile crept over Sariyah?s face and his dusty long hair whisked as he made his way in between some boxes of dead fish and ?Bob?s Greasy Goo Jelly?. Sariyah made a face for the combination of the two was most likely disgusting, even to a Reploid. And who knows what Bob put in that stuff. The door to the back of the truck finally shut and Sariyah felt the movement of the vehicle going. He wasn?t sure if this was going to work, but why not? He?ll keep checking where he was at every stop. That should work. [I]Two Hours Later?[/I] Tired, lonely, and quite frustrated, Sariyah found himself in from of the Defense Facility. He beamed a bit, but paced slowly towards the door. He gradually latched a hand on the doorknob and opened, whimpering at the feel of finally being there and safe. It was about a half an hour after when he was suppose to be there, but as said before, he was always late, even when he tries not to be. A woman was chewing gum behind a desk, running a file over her nails. She looked up through mascara-covered eyes at Sariyah and made a smile that faded just as quick. He could already tell she wasn?t the most cheeriest of people. ?And you are? ?? ?Daskar. Sariyah Daskar.? Sariyah beamed even though he knew he wouldn?t receive one in return. ?Alright, Daskar Sariyah Daskar. What?s your business?? ?Umm? it?s just Sariyah Daskar? and my business is to be apart of the SX program. Ya know, Sygnosis X or whatnot.? ?Yes, yes, I know what it is.? Without looking away from her precious nails, she handed him a paper and pointed at a pair of doors. ?There. That?s where you shall begin your test. Good luck, Daskar Sariyah Daskar.? She didn?t really mean it. He knew. But he carefully made his way through the doors, down some halls, and finally, into the room where he?d start his test. ?Aww crud,? he mumbled.

Well, your comp is not my fault ^_^ Just readjust the contrast on your computer ;) But thanks for the comments.

:) I can read it ^_^ But then again, I made it =P Thanks for the comments.

[b]Cold Threshold[/b] is a new 7-part animated series I'm making. It's similar to Daily Comic except it has longer episodes, it's 300x300, and has better graphics. More information will be posted on my site about it so yeah... Simple banner to advertise... [IMG]http://free.eh-solutions.net/real16/ColdThresholdbanner.gif[/IMG]

Precisely what Sennen said. Always believe me when I do something :) I will do what I say I will do ^_^ Unless I say otherwise, of course. Sennen, you spelled Senor wrong XD

Well, Syk, I said I was gonna use your pic for my banner to make ya eat babies and you were like: O.O So I thought you wouldn't mind. Maybe you weren't replying to me or somethin? XD

Well, I was talking to Syk yesturday in a chatroom with some other otakuboarders and I said I'd make it and he was like "NOOO!" and I was like "PIIIEEE!" so I made it ;_;

I made this for fun. Syk's probably mad at me XD I'm banned. Darnit. [IMG]http://free.eh-solutions.net/real16/sykbabybanner.gif[/IMG]

Lol. I like the last one the bestest XD True comedy right there. Quick sand :) Not even a Gavynn would think of that.

OOC: Sorry. School's a real pain. Stopping me from postin'. ------------- Sariyah was still a bit dizzy from recovering so he wasn't all together. He was together enough to see Irima's soul being wisked away, though. Boots immediately left his body limp on the rock slabs and flung his soul into the rock to follow. The others stood in disbelief. "What now?" Tyniah asked, arching an eyebrow. "Last I checked, my body wasn't capable of splitting itself into two forms of matter." "We wait," Sariyah answered, staring at the rock that swallowed the others. "We wait and hope." Boots found himself in another realm. Fire flew about and large boulders emerged from the ground's surface. The wind, even though he was a soul and couldn't feel things, was cold and numbed his bare skin. He couldn't see Irima or the dragon anywhere. He walked along the path, peering over stone and arch. Cliffs were formed from some new type of matter Boots was not familiar with. Never before had he seen such a bizarre landscape. "Where am I?" Without knowing, the dragon's soul formed behind Boots and swallowed him whole like it did with Irima. In the realm of Aurocon, the others waited impatiently. sariyah, the most. "What's taking them?" "They stopped to camp?" "Oh yes. Their souls stopped to camp. Great theory, Tyniah." "Hey! You didn't call me pretty boy!" "I'm too worried to." Monte leapt down from the rock he had been sitting on and picked up Irima's staff. "Maybe we can tap into her power." Sariyah scoffed. "Don't be rediculous. None of us can wield magic." Sariyah turned his back and missed a sudden flash of light that came from the rock that swallowed Boots and Irima. Sariyah turned and saw Boots and Irima getting up. "What the..." He rushed over to them. They gradually stood on their own two feet and looked around. "How?" Boots wondered out loud. "The staff," Monte shouted with glee as he shook Irima's weapon. He handed it back to her and she looked at it as if it were the first time she'd ever laid eyes on it. "How could you tap into it?" Sariyah managed to squeak out even after his amazement. "It must've been because my soul was not present," Irima answered for Monte, though Monte didn't have a clue anyways. "Well, I'm just glad your safe, Lady Irima. And you as well, Mr. Boots." Suddenly, the rocks burst and the dragon roared. It was back to life. "Not him again!" Sariyah whined. "When our souls returned," Boots explained, "his soul must've returned as well, reviving him!" "Well," Sariyah drew his sword, "I suppose this means we have a battle to be won." And so, it began once more.

Well, I thought the look of the city would give it away that it was some sort of new world. When did our skyscrapers look like mountains and spiky towers like in Lord of the Rings? XD