Chaos

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Lord Prozen [/i] [B][color=royalblue]its pretty cool but.......I dont know it just seems kinda to plain for my taste.[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] This from the person with four faces and a lame line in his banner? lol. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Lord Prozen [/i] [B][color=royalblue]um whats the text in the top left cornor? I cant read it lol.[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] "Chaos"

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by LostProphet [/i] [B][color=blue][font=arial]Monday's aren't too bad...[/color][/font] [/B][/QUOTE] How can you say that?! Monday's are when everybody comes to get the fresh shipments of sod, feed, hay, and look at the new fish on display..! Monday's are the Devil's own day! *bad memories of having a half a ton of mulch, bagged, fall on him because customer wanted the one on the /bottom/.*

Hmm, let's see. 1) Cellphone's been broken for more than year. 2) I'm always looking for the dividers because people always shove their **** into my ****. 3) I go fast, because I don't like grocery stores. They're too bright, and hurt my eyes after a while. 4) As said before, I want to leave the store as quickly as possible, so I even HELP the bagger by putting my crap in the basket. 5/6/7) The most you'll get out of me are "How much is it?" and a mumbled "Thanks, have a nice day." as I'm leaving. 8) Wait, am I supposed to care if the cashier and bagger are friends? I am? Oh, my bad, I've been minidng my business this whole time. Damn me. 9) I don't scam. I steal. 10) I really could care less since I'm just going to the car with the bags, so even if something falls out, I won't be pissed. 11) I just love going to the "Ten items or less" lines with eleven things. Just so fun to see people not care. 12) I'm underage, too, but I'm not a horny old bastard, so, no worries. Plus I'm too poor to be a stalker. 13) "The most you'll get out of me are "How much is it?" and a mumbled "Thanks, have a nice day." as I'm leaving." 14) You all usually work fast enough for me, plus I do the things I mentioned above, so it goes fast enough to not make a scene. The worst, though, I think, is working in a feed store. The people ask you to get the three-pound can of rat posion that is two inches above their head, but try to pick up the hundred and fifty pound bag of dog food on their own, break their backs/arms/legs/faces/ribs, and then try to sue the store, saying that the associates "wouldn't help them." -_-;;; [And now everyone knows why I don't have a job right now.]

Yes. I made another banner. Ph33r. Ph33r greatly. [Because it's rubbish.] {Fun Fact: The lines in the foreground are stretched-out line spikes of the beats to "Insane" by Cold.} So I present...Cold1.

The tendrils are monotonous. You didn't shade or color them in accord to the orb. 8.5 :D

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by amibasuki [/i] [B][FONT=arial]as an example, you wouldn't go over to Europe (or anywhere else, for that matter) and wear a swastika patch on your coat, would you? sure, you could justify your wearing it by arguing that the swastika was originally a symbol of peace; but because of what the Nazis did while they were using that symbol, everybody nowadays thinks of it as a symbol for hate, violence, and murder.[/FONT] [/B][/QUOTE] Actually, the original swastika is Sanskrit for "compassion". Hitler and his boys turned it to simply represent a different angle of compassion [as the true swastika is perfectly vertical and horizontal; the Nazi one is diagonal]. Hitler was just an elitist in the beginning. Then he spent out his plans of Holocaust, and thus became a madman. And people only look at it from the outsider's perspective. The Nazis were extremists, yes, but they wholly believed in their cause. They wanted a world where the "perfect human specimen" could live without bother from the "inferior, hairless apes", and live in peace. The Nazis just did what every other nation in history that was the aggressor in wars. Where is your compassion for the defensless French cities during Henry V's conquest of Normandy though the battle of Angicourt? The women were raped, beaten, the children were killed off, and any men were tortured and let to bleed to death. Or when the Huns rampaged through Europe, pillaging all in their path? The Vikings? Khan? I'm not condoning the Holocaust. I'm just sick of people mentioning it like genocide hasn't ever been done before. I support the Confederate flag because it truly represents the south's strong past. The fact that we played such a strong role in the making of the country. The fact that while bloody, we helped shape this countries' history. It's not about Masah Jones or Auntie May, it's about our relatives. Not what they did, but who they were. I am related, I found out a while ago, with one of Napoleon's distant cousins, Andrew LeBlanc, I believe his name was. And it's about the food, too. That comes from our blended nature. Cajun, Creole, Black, Spanish, Indian, and European. That also bleeds into our very way of lives. We do things our way down here, just like it's been handed down, generation after generation. I do not support slavery. I disagree with it. I oppose it. But I will stand by why my ancestors did, just as you stand to your bigoted and quick-minded ideas. I'd also like to mention, specifically to Sharpie, that just because someone is German, they are not automatically a Nazi. I got that kind of racial profiling a few weeks ago, and I was also called a communist because of my Cossack bloodroots [if only they knew], and was also called a backstabber because I'm around thirty percent French. But you know what? I don't care. It's about what you believe in that matters. Not what everyone else decides they believe in. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by amibasuki [/i] [B][FONT=arial]as an example, you wouldn't go over to Europe (or anywhere else, for that matter) and wear a swastika patch on your coat, would you?[/FONT] [/B][/QUOTE] I would, specifically in Poland, just so I could point out how narrowminded and closed off everyone is. But I must ask; do you mean the original swastika or the Nazi version? I would definatly wear the original, but not the Nazi one.

Folks, I am here as a news-bringer. Raiha has [strike]forced[/strike] asked me to post in this, in order to officially reopen signups. So, yes, signups are open. Again. So join. Again. *turns to leave, gets shot many times*

The funniest part is I doubt most of you even know how the word "****" actually came to be. But, oh well. And heaven forbid someone makes a clever and funny acronym. [Not to mention that if you are stunned and shocked and disturbed by that as a joke, then what's going to happen when your boss or someone on the street actually means it? Pansy. -_-]

Isabele = server-draining bizznitch. Adam explained it somewhere. Too lazy to find it, but that's why it was down earlier and supposedly why it's slow right now.

Quite. And as I told Vash in AIM, the forecasters predict the worst possible scenario.

[b]Medra:[/b] "You two are going to be the death of me." [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "I warned you, though. You had to come and find out." [b]Medra:[/b] "Apparently, sitting and watching over you two is asking for trouble, then?" [b]Rena:[/b] "Yes." [i]Medra simply bowed his head, sighed, and allowed himself to slip underwater. They were at the seven foot mark, so he didn't go down much. After a moment, the laughter was still going. Shalistrae ran her hand through his hair, quickly, teasing. And then quite suddenly, he came back up, hoisting her out of the water by the waist, and she echoed a laugh from before after a quick yelp. The movement put them to the point where Medra, still holding Shalistrae high, could stand above the waterline coming to his neck. He turned, smiling, and walked slowly, due to the restrictions of liquid mechanics, to shallower areas.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Haha, I hope you enjoy this, it'll be one of the only times you'll be taller than me." [i]They both laughed again, and he loosened his grip. Shalistrae slid down, coming face to face with him. And suddenly, like a car engine turning off, they both fell silent. Faces mere centimeters from each others', eyes deadlocked, the could not help it; a very brief kiss was shared, and then he fully let go of Shalistrae. But even then, their eyes traced, still focused on the one before them. Medra looked to the sides, all around him, then, as if he was caught in class for talking. Blushing now, he waded over to the side of the pool and pulled himself out with one arm. He proceeded to the small bar, quietly ordering a small margarita. Rena and Shalistrae looked at each other, the younger shruging, then, swimming over to retrieve the ball. And in the meantime, Shalistrae reached up silently and touched her lips gingerly with her left hand.[/i] -- -- -- -- -- Shoot me, we need action.

[i]Medra raised his arms in protest, a mocking jesture, in all honesty.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Hey, no need to get rough." [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "I thought you liked that." [i]Medra had some witty reply ready. He had a plan. The idea of Shalistrae getting 'rough' with him stopped that all in it's tracks. He sat, staring blankly, thinking of just that. Memories of the night before, arguing with the voices in his mind. The feeling in his gut when he thought of Shalistrae. The idea of losing her, or Rena. When he snapped to, he found he was staring right in her eyes, her shades lifted up. They carried a little hint of a wink, but were mostly compassionate. She sat up, resting her hand on his knee, and smiled gently. She got up, and then walked to the pool. Glancing back, with a wink and a purse of the lips, she then walked down the little underwater steps and waded over to Rena, who was enjoying the water and the view. Medra slowly walked over, and sat on the lip of the pool, his legs hanging in the water, and he watched over the two as they tossed a little foam ball around over a miniature volleyball net.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "And here I thought I'd seen everything." [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Not yet." [b]Medra:[/b] "..." :all:

[b]Medra:[/b] "Breakfast is...almost done. I was expecting you to be a little longer. You know, spend time trying to fix hair, oogling reflection, inspecting your form." [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Oh, really?" [i]She twirled around in her dress, a strapless one, maroon in color, the skirt portion spinning out at the motion, coming just high enough, should any number of parents have been there, that she would have gotten lashed. Then, she fell right into Medra, wrapping her arms around his waist and smiled smugly as he went bug-eyed.[/i] [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Do you think this form needs inspecting? Or, would you like to inspect it?" [i]Medra stammered helplessly, Shalistrae giggling as she slowly walked to the table, and he was right at her heels, pulling her chair so she could sit, and then attended to his cooking. Rena halfway stifled a giddy laugh, and Shalistrae simply snorted in slight humiliation, before composing herself above it. Rena got up into a chair, and after a minute, breakfast was served, complete with orange juice, milk, French toast, scrambled and sunny-side-up eggs, and a mound of bacon and sausage. Rena gathered a small amount of each, specifically placing the sausage on her plate closest to Shalistrae, whom directly ignored just that. Medra got about half a pound of bacon and scrambled eggs each, and a few pieces of toast, with a tall glass of milk. Breakfast was relatively quiet, the only talk was about yesterday's misadventures at the store and chit-chat of what was on TV. After cleaning the dishes, at about nine-thirty, Medra walked out to find Shalistrae and Rena in bathing suits. His questioning look was met with the answer.[/i] [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "We're going down the pool. And you're coming." [b]Medra:[/b] "...Sure, I'd love to. Just...give me a few." [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Don't take too long, now, hear?" [i]She just laughed gently as he passed by, shaking his head in mock disbelief. He went into the bedroom, taking off his black shirt and his pants, leaving only his red-and-black striped boxers. Then, out of one of the many bags he pulled out... ...A large t-shirt? He looked blank for a moment, before checking in the rest. And it was all of the girls' stuff. He groaned, and walked out. Halfway into the living room, he realized he should have put his pants back on, for as soon as he began searching his swim trunks, he was in clear view. And what a view it was.[/i] [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Didn't realize we were in store for breakfast [b]and[/b] a show." [b]Rena:[/b] "And here I thought he was modest." [b]Medra:[/b] "...[size=1]So much for staying out of view.[/size]" [i]Finding his black swim trunks on, he turned back, behind the small bar between the den area and kitchen, quickly putting on his shorts, and stepping out to finish tying the string that held them up. That would be the worst. Having them fall. He looked in detail for the first time at their swimwear; Shalistrae was in a form-fitting tank top with a bikini bottom, with blue and silver colors, in radical and random designs. Very..."nice", to say the least. Rena, on the more modest hand, was in a one-piece with sunflowers printed on the cloth, and her smile of child-like glee matched the bright flowers. So, after grabbing extra towels, shades, sunscreen and tanning lotion, they set off. Down the hall, over the red and gold carpet, along the marble walls, into the glass elevator, out of the lift, out the back, and to the large, outdoor pool area. Sun umbrellas shaded tables and cushioned chairs, while the large beach chairs wait in the sun, white and inviting. There were a few others already at the pool. Shalistrae sat on one of the beach chairs, shades on, towel on the little glass table, along with the various creams and such, just relaxing. Rena laughed as she plowed into the shallow area, tossing the water in the air, completing the look of a daughter to the young 'parents.' Medra stood on the in-pool steps, watching them both. He quickly looked up. Cloudless, hot, but not humid. Perfect. Rena started talking with another girl there, one who looked about six or seven, while Medra sat on a nearby chair to Shalistrae. They watched the youngest one with protective eyes, still on the act of playing parents. But as they all settled in, the adults began to talk with each other.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Nice out here today, eh?" [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Yes, it is. While you were cleaning the dishes, we checked up on the weather, and decided to come for a little relaxation." [b]Medra:[/b] "Well, it's a good thing you two did. It's great out here." [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Makes me want to never leave." [b]Medra:[/b] "Never? Not even for a little drink or something?" [i]She just smiled.[/i] [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Maybe not never then." [i]She raised up her shades, quickly winked, and brought them back down again.[/i] -- -- -- -- -- [strike]Notice I mentioned the lotion. =X[/strike]

[center][spoiler][color=silver][i]What was that? Did the channel get scattered? [b]No. Just strong brain-wave broadcasts. It's nothing to worry about. They can't breach the station.[/b] You sure? [u]Positive. In fact, they just want to help the subjects. Not interrupt our plot. I doubt they know we're here.[/u] Mmm... I hope you're right. [b]It wouldn't be the first time the channel was clouded. Certainly not the first.[/b] ...Why wasn't I briefed on this? [u]The less you know, they better.[/u] ...[/i][/color][/spoiler][/center] -- -- -- -- -- [i]Medra awoke with a slight hum as his arms stretched out. A silent yawn, and his eyes squinted in the crack of light that shined through the curtains. His arms came back down slowly to his sides, and for the first time, he noticed Shalistrae. She was on her left side, right leg bent up, resting against his thigh. Her right arm, along with her slightly smiling face, rested on his chest. And then he noticed he could see down her shirt. He blushed, but not as strongly as before. He had come to terms with his inner self, and looked away, lest he be caught staring. So, instead, he looked at the ceiling, not moving at all. He didn't want to disturb her sleep. She looked happy. Soon, she stirred, moaning, though muffled, as she rolled to the left. Right on top of Medra. He, you guessed it, blushed, but barely, and looked down, right into Shalistrae's eyes. She was fully on top of him, just laying there. It was a few more moments until they spoke.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Good morning." [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Sleep well?" [b]Medra:[/b] "Did you?" [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "More or less, yeah." [b]Medra:[/b] "Then, I did, too." [i]Shalistrae smiled, and leaned forward, kissing the huge man mattress she was rested on, and then, somewhat reluctantly, got up and walked to the door. She stopped halfway walking out, looking at him briefly, and walked down the hall of the suite. Soon, the shower was heard, and Medra got up shortly after. He walked into the front room, to see the telemonitor on, some infomercial on, and a sleeping Rena. Medra turned the volume down [as it was booming loud], before walking to the kitchen. As quietly as he could, he took out a skillet and began making bacon, sausage, and eggs.[/i]

Weather patterns are basically assumptions of the chaos theory, Harry. Therefor, when you look at that little radar, that is what they expect. How can you also, too, know that next time you walk outside your house a brick won't fall on your head and kill you? You can't. "From the first four lessons, you have learned that in a chaotic system, using the laws of physics to make precise long-term predictions is impossible, even in theory. Making long-term predictions to any degree of precision at all would require giving the initial conditions to infinite precision. At the time of its discovery, the phenomenon of chaotic motion was considered a mathematical oddity. In the decades since then, physicists have come to discover that chaotic behavior is much more widespread, and may even be the norm in the universe. One of the most important discoveries was made in 1963, by the meteorologist Edward Lorenz, who wrote a basic mathematical software program to study a simplified model of the weather. Specifically Lorenz studied a primitive model of how an air current would rise and fall while being heated by the sun. Lorenz's computer code contained the mathematical equations which governed the flow the air currents. Since computer code is truly deterministic, Lorentz expected that by inputing the same initial values, he would get exactly the same result when he ran the program. Lorenz was surprised to find, however, that when he input what he believed were the same initial values, he got a drastically different result each time. By examining more closely, he realized that he was not actually inputing the same initial values each time, but ones which were slightly different from each other. He did not notice the initial values for each run were different because the difference was incredibly small, so small as to be considered microscopic and insignificant by usual standards. The mathematics inside Lorenz's model of atmospheric currents was widely studied in the 1970's. Gradually it came to be known that even the smallest imaginable discrepancy between two sets of initial conditions would always result in a huge discrepancy at later or earlier times, the hallmark of a chaotic system, of course. Scientists now believe that like Lorenz's simple computer model of air currents, the weather as a whole is a chaotic system. This means that in order to make long-term weather forecasts with any degree of accuracy at all, it would be necessary to take an infinite number of measurements. Even if it were possible to fill the entire atmosphere of the earth with an enormous array of measuring instruments---in this case thermometers, wind gauges, and barometers---uncertainty in the initial conditions would arise from the minute variations in measured values between each set of instruments in the array. Because the atmosphere is chaotic, these uncertainties, no matter how small, would eventually overwhelm any calculations and defeat the accuracy of the forecast. This principle is sometimes called the "Butterfly Effect." In terms of weather forecasts, the "Butterfly Effect" refers to the idea that whether or not a butterfly flaps its wings in a certain part of the world can make the difference in whether or not a storm arises one year later on the other side of the world. Because of the "Butterfly Effect," it is now accepted that weather forecasts can be accurate only in the short-term, and that long-term forecasts, even made with the most sophisticated computer methods imaginable, will always be no better than guesses. Thus the presence of chaotic systems in nature seems to place a limit on our ability to apply deterministic physical laws to predict motions with any degree of certainty. The discovery of chaos seems to imply that randomness lurks at the core of any deterministic model of the universe. Because of this fact, some scientists have begun to question whether or not it is meaningful at all to say that the universe is deterministic in its behavior. This is an open question which may be partially answered as science learns more about how chaotic systems operate. One of the most interesting issues in the study of chaotic systems is whether or not the presence of chaos may actually produce ordered structures and patterns on a larger scale. Some scientists have speculated that the presence of chaos---that is, randomness operating through the deterministic laws of physics on a microscopic level---may actually be necessary for larger scale physical patterns to arise. Recently, some scientists have come to believe that the presence of chaos in physics is what gives the universe its "arrow of time," the irreversible flow from the past to the future. As the study of chaos in physics enters its second century, the issue of whether the universe is truly deterministic is still an open question, and it will undoubtedly remain so, even as we come to understand more and more about the dynamics of chaotic systems." -http://order.ph.utexas.edu/chaos/index.html [img]http://www.duke.edu/~mjd/chaos/tri1.jpe[/img] [img]http://www.duke.edu/~mjd/chaos/tri2.jpe[/img] [img]http://www.duke.edu/~mjd/chaos/tri3.jpe[/img] [img]http://www.duke.edu/~mjd/chaos/tri4.jpe[/img] Therefor, random patterns interact in ways which resemble ripples in waves; never the same, but similar. Thus, short-to-medium predictions of the weather, are possible.

See? All must respect the guy that lives right in the path of every pimple [aka hurricane/tropical storm/tropical depression] on this hemisphere on Earth. -_- By the way, Xaru, were you trying to diss on me? O_o;;; If so, then you failed...miserably. If, though, you were agreeing, then you passed with flying colors. =X

Oh, please. As long as you don't do anything stupid, then you'll be just fine. For fifteen straight years, I've dealt with hurricanes, tornadoes, and all different types of percipitation. With the same conditions I mentioned above, no less. You all need to stop pissing on yourselves and be realistic. If a man can be struck by lightning, over 200,000 volts and 50,000 degrees, then you can survive being in your house for a day or two while the water comes within two inches of your doorstep.

Rofl, you bunch of pansies. You're scared of a category two? LOL, punks. Try a four or five. And then put a major river right in your back yard and get thirteen feet below sea level at the highest point, and be in a port city. Then have the ground, which is already swampy and loose, so watered down that after a whole day of being in the sun, it's still half an inch submerged. Then we'll talk. Until that happens, have fun in the little rainstorm. [Don't touch downed power lines. I know it sounds common sense, but really people. Be careful if your electricty goes out. I've seen what happens when you get careless. So, be safe, bring the pets inside, check on baby brother/sister and talk to grandma. Also, if your area floods, resist the urge to swim. Trust me on that.]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]Actually in the original Japanese version a guy does his voice, but that doesn't mean much seeing as how Gokou's, Gohan's, and Goten's were all done by the same woman. As far as I know, Furiiza doesn't have a penis or a vagina, there for he's neither. He's an asexual being... he's an alien so who knows... It doesn't really matter. [/B][/QUOTE] But what about that little purple Kotex thing? That might be some kind of concealer. -- -- -- -- Furiza: "I like the fight naked. Better flexibility." Neil: "..." Furiza: "And you know that little move where I curl up into a ball? Helpful during those lonely nights." Neil: "I DON'T WANT MY EYES ANYMORE!!" Ahem. Please excuse that. Just rubbing off a little insanity.

Baron, Reploids are human at heart, but they don't need to eat. They can, but it's not required for them to continue existance. And for future reference everyone, in case you didn't pick up on his motions/actions/combat specialties/etc., Arano is a loner. He's quiet and resentful to most. We'll just say he had a little outburst. ^_~ And he's also a little schitzo. O_o -- -- -- -- [i]Arano got up swiftly, facing the exit. He went to walk away, but stopped short of the second step. His entire attitude had changed.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "Well, since you know, don't let it happen to you in the field. And don't think your defence program will save you every single time." [i]Deep opened his mouth, ready to say something, but it would be a waste. Arano just kept walking now, out the door and down the street. -- -- -- -- -- -- "Is it ready?" "Nearly. There's a bit of difficulty of getting the electromagnets not to interfere with the condension of the metals." "What seems to be the problem?" "The magnets attract the iron, titanium, etcetera, and the condenser doesn't pull the metals after that." "Divert some power to the condenser, then." "I've been trying. Can't get it exactly right. Too little, bullet becomes unstable and breaks apart when fired. Too much and it becomes too heavy to fire." "Hmm. Keep trying. I have other business to attend to." "I understand, Andrew."[/i] -- -- -- -- -- Character attitude -- check New weapon preview -- check Foreshadowing -- check ;)

[i]Arano started off to the nearest Droid, peering into it's lifeless visual sensor. His right hand came up swiftly, dusting the dirt from it's domed top. The barcode was faded and there were scratches that marred visibility. His fingers traced a few of the scrapes over, and reversed direction after the line was completed. He raised his hand, tightened into a fist, and brought it down hard, the outter side smashing the head of the drone right into it's torso, a few sparks crackling in the silent arena. And while slowly removing his hand, Arano looked skybound. The soft quartz lights hummed slightly, and he could slightly feel the heat from above. He looked back at the ruined drone. Bringing his fist down to his side, before turning to face the others. He looked them over briefly, nodded once, gently, and made his way for the exit.[/i]

Thank you very much, Baron. :) That is much better. -- -- -- -- "Get down!" [i]Deep instinctively ducked, but then rolled to the left and proceeded to his feet, remembering his defense program was still active. Arano looked around, trying to find the source of the question, only to barely be able to dodge a very jerky and mechanical swing from the drone's material sword. With moves that were stunningly speedy and yet extremely powerful, even to a Reploid, Arano got close with the Drone. Actually, his fists and feet got personal. A right hook, followed by a left cross, a midair barrel roll lead to a sickeningly strong right kick to the droid's chest area, it's steel armor buckling and cracking severely. Deep watch as Arano, his movements blurry, appearing to be in several places at once, drew his knife, the energy surrounding it making a vapor trail which danced soft blue light in intricate, swooping slashes and feverish jabs. The drone swung once more with it's blade, but the blow did not connect with Arano. In fact, the only thing the sword connected with was the far wall; Arano's knife had splintered the weapon. The drone then deployed a cannon, it's chest plate, even though ruined, splitting to the sides, to reveal a laser weapon. Arano jumped back twice, and onto the wall. For just a brief second he stood /on/ the wall, his knife drawn back and his knees bent. As the droid powered up it's cannon, Arano dove forward, making the molded plaster shatter like cracked glass. The flat of the Raptor was what hit, but it did not matter. With the ionized electrons basically making the knife a beam weapon, it sliced the drone at the shoulder. A five centimeter line appeared there, the substance that was there being evaporated on contact. For a split second, the top portion of the drone hovered, gravity not yet taking effect. Then, as if by some dramatic force came to take over, it clanged against the lower part, and slid backwards slowly, as if some bizzare fatality. The laser cannon gently released it's energy, the whining hum growing lower and lower in pitch as the light died out. Arano sheathed his blade, after deactivating the beam substance that surrounded it, and then proceeded to look around, scratching the back of his head. Quite suddenly, Deep appeared to Arano's left, giving him a slight jump. After calming down, they looked at each other for a second, Deep first speaking.[/i] [b]Deep:[/b] "Fancy work." [b]Arano:[/b] "Get back!" [i]Eyes shifting to his right, Deep looked directly into the open window Arano had previously been crouched near. He heard the "dongk" from some distance away and dove back. A split second after he hit the ground, while Arano simotaniously slid behind a shelf, a small artillery shell exploded where he previously stood. Deep, now glancing over a chunk of roof tiling that had fallen, got his question answered before he could ask it.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "Sniper on the roof. Droid type XH-709-IY. Armed with Stinger slash Air-to-Ground rockets, Sidewinder slash guided missiles, Nikita slash remote controlled rockets, and standard fragmentation artillery shells. He's had me pinned down for the last half an hour." [b]Deep:[/b] "And I'm guessing he's buddied up on this side of the street, too?" [b]Arano:[/b] "Yes. Directly over our heads. Use thermal scans. You'll see 'em." [b]Deep:[/b] "Indeed. I see him. And from what I've seen, you're a close-combat specialist, no?" [b]Arano:[/b] "Bingo. I didn't use the alley to climb up on this roof, even though the corner of the building protected me from our friend on the other side, lo, because of the droid that was right outside. But now that he's taken care of, well. You know, eh?" [b]Deep:[/b] "Ha ha, yeah." [b]Arano:[/b] "You weren't followed by more, were you?" [b]Deep:[/b] "Not sure. I seriously doubt it, though." [b]Arano:[/b] "Why?" [i]Deep simply smiled, and then disappeared.[/i]

Just a quick note; Baron, I'm not posting much because you basically missed several points. Firstly, you messed up my plans, as I was on the ground, in the small building, hidding, and I explained that I /couldn't/ climb up on the roof of any structure because of the droid with the rocket launcher. Secondly, you're bitching the droids. You have to remember, these Reploids aren't anything like the Megaman games -- they haven't had decades of experience and are all 'leet. Plus, James himself, in a post no less, said this was "very overwhelming". So right now, I'm just trying to think up something to do right now. Thankfully I will have more time to post tomorrow.

Haha, Bombshell is awesome. So is "Wake Up". AFI - Punk Rock Powerman 5000 - Techno rock. Wee. Deftones - Again, yes, but it's nice. "Elite", "Change", "Head Up", etc. Ultra cool in my opinion. Then the complimentary Slipknot, KoRn [older], Sevendust, Drowning Pool, Coal Chamber, Staind, Disturbed, Machine Head, Static-X, Stabbing Westward, and my new top-list band, SOIL. [I got all that from glancing at my Music folder.] My current recommendation is "Need To Feel" by SOIL. It's a pretty good song. Not very hard, but it's catchy.

For all of you saying "Without love, there would be no hate.", stop lying. I just met someone today that I instantly hated. I never knew the person before, but I hate them now. So there's no love there. And yet there is hate. You all just got played. :P [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by BabyGirl [/i] [B][color=deeppink]And for those who would want to human brain incapable of feeling love, I don't think it's a bad idea, but I certainly don't agree. I cry for the loss of my brother because he taught me countless lessons in life, and in turn made me much more whole. Is it love alone that creates my sadness? [/color] [/B][/QUOTE] Without love, others' deaths would not make you weep. And think about it. What else makes you sad? Aside from hormonal imbalences, not much else. And I too dispise crying. I haven't in over six years, and I can't stand to see people crying. I just want to slap the utter piss out of them for it.