Chaos

Ever since 'Insane', I've always thought Cold had something special. I haven't, however, kept current on their music. Perhaps I'll step that up once I get home.

What sickens me is the gross generalization about American television. Or any kind of gross generalization for that matter. But about the TV thing, I find it ironic that some of you either 1) don't watch TV or 2) don't live in America. **** off.

I was on the other side of what most of you are talking about. It was one of those odd kind of days where you just don't feel like your normal self, but a positive way. I was feeling very nice today, and I was reading a collection of Far Side [which always puts me in a better mood, regardless of how I currently feel] in Barens and Noble. It was a quiet Thursday during summer, and this man in his mid-to-late sixties sat down in those nice leather chairs, with a copy of the same collection. We went for about twenty minutes not even looking at each other, and, on an impulse, I looked over to see what page the old man was on. He was about halfway through, whereas I was within thirty pages of finishing. Suddenly, he snaps his head to face me, and asks what exactly was I looking at. Now, I'm sitting here in my baggy-*** jeans, my hoodie, and my Timberlands. I have a nice fade, and my face is, as usual, monotone. This guy talks to me like I just jacked his wallet. I looked at him, and calmly said, "Sir, please excuse me for prying, but I was just seeing what page you were on. Most people just look at Far Side when they're waiting for a bus or train, and few who do read it understand the sheer genius wit of it." He looked like I had just talked in ancient Greek, but shook his head once, chuckled, and we began to talk about random topics isolated on Far Side; foreshadowing, the background's importance, stereotypes, puns, idiotcy so dumb it's funny, etc. Eventually, we began talking more and more about more intellectual topics. We talked of the importance of a united effort on the strengthening of the still-falling stock market, on the fight against terrorism, the moronic display of people in mass groupings, and eventually, I was late for a party because this complete stranger and I were talking about the turmoil of current society. When I saw the time, I polietly bid him good night, shook his hand, and left, all without asking his name or treating him lesser because I didn't know him. I saw him again a few weeks later, nodding my head to him as I passed, getting the same in return, and we continued on our way. But I felt a little better after just making that simple nod. Strange how things work out.

VERY nice, Kenj. I've seen a lot of graphics like it, but you're one of the few that made it look nice. My only dislike is, of course, the text. Placement and font. Do something with that, please. 8/10

A bit too dark. I missed the text for the first five minutes at looking at it. Try using a different picture, too. If you're going to honor Kenshin, do more than lengthen an original picture and carry off with the base color. 5/10

You removed the backgrounds of the original pictures very poorly; I can see lines of the people mismatching from across the room. Plus, all it is a collage of wrestling figures. Whoopdy-doo. And a plain grey background makes it even uglier. 3/10

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Rick Hunter [/i] [B]-____- I too actually saw this commerical during raw, Ultimate Battle 22 came out around 1993 or so, that's rather old and well the gameplay isn't that great for it. I'm rather suprised that they just now are importing this to america they must be desperate to capitalize on the success of Budokai. [/B][/QUOTE] Try '95 Kevin. PSX wasn't even availible on open market in '93. I'll get the game, sheerly because it has Vegetto on it. At least that's what I heard. And the same from Brolli. PS: It shouldn't be more than 15 bucks. If it is, look elsewhere for it. You're getting ripped off.

Make different variartions, dude. I can't stand all this blue. V_V;; But it's still kickass. Make a red-and-black style soon...with Vegetto. o.

...No. We've had these before, and they violate the rules. You need to have more than once sentance in a post. It's spam otherwise. Read the rules before posting again. Now I only wish 'Lock was on right about now.

Actually, the Para Para Brothers, logically, would win. Simply because of their powers. And if you disagree, yet don't know **** about the Para Para Brothers, back off. I mean, sure, The Ginyu Force is athletic, but they can only pose all wicked-like. Dancing like that for any long period of time would be more than enough to finish tme off. But if Toriyama did put out the effort to make a Ginyu video special, don't you think he would have done it before, what, nearly a decade since their banishment?

The fact of the matter is that the urban bottom clashes with crystal-like feel and grundge placement. 6/10

lol. Zeh, Saddam is based off of an 8-bit Wily from the glory days of Rockman. He's supposed to be pixelated. Plus it's an underlying joke to show that Saddam is inferior to all.

Hmm. While your character, LosingFaith, is contridcitary, it is also interesting and rather unique. I'll see how you do with the first few posts. But you really shouldn't be worried. From what I've seen thus far, you look as if you can stand to my 'standards'. Sere, while the weapondry is a bit extreme, this _IS_ The Matrix. Although I'd prefer that you wouldn't walk around with those blades all day. o.O Haha, a joke. Welcome aboard, both of you.

OOC: Ahem...C[i]y[/i]pher is dead, Vegitto. I appreciate the...semi-effort...but be a little patient. I told you this once before. Don't make me have to tell you a third time. -- -- -- [i]Neil got up, jaw twitching. He snapped his neck from left to right, trying to stretch out his muscles and limber his head from the cocked position it was in. Loren had a hell of a kick. He raised his fists, as if he was boxing, making with the footwork as well. Jogging in place, he played around, throwing childishly fake punches, face a mask of false strain. Loren simply snorted and rolled her eyes.[/i] [b]Loren:[/b] "Will you please hurry and grow up sometime soon? Your humor is only funny for the first five minutes." [b]Neil:[/b] "Aww. But it's only been four and a half." [i]Loren crossed her arms, giving him one of[/i] those [i]looks. The kind when a woman's about to slap the utter piss out of you for being a smartass. The kind of look that a wife would give a husband for coming home smelling of cheap perfume. The kind of look that-- Before Loren could even see it, Neil's right fist gently touched the side of her cheek. Not a blow, but more of a mocking tag. His hand rested there, balled in a tight knot, as everything but his face was serious for a fight. He smiled like a giddy child, eyes shining with an 'I-told-you-so' look.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "Tag. You're it." :toothy:

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Fly-T [/i] [B]I was last stuck around mission 14 or 15 where you are on a plane and you gotta kill some drunk name Fahooq..... Describe mission 7 to me and ill help you out [/B][/QUOTE] Fahook uses bottle in Chapter 14 After defeating Fahook once he goes into the back of the plane, when you get him very low on life he will drink from his bottle. At this time you should shoot the bottle out of his hands before he gains too much life. Doing this three or four times will destroy his bottle. Finish off his remaining life points and watch the intermission sequence. Use the manual aiming to shoot things. When you are on manual, you can aim at the bottle. You will need to do this three or four times. When the bottle is shot off Fahook, you need to make Fahook go near the open back part of the airplane. Once there, shoot him and Fahook will fall off and die. Cheatcc.com owns. lol. As for you, Cyko, can't help ya. Sorry. =/

Seph is just a fightin' fool. Frankly, the last time I played SC was back on a demo for Dreamcast, so I'll most definatly think about getting this one. After, of course, MGS2 Substance, Def Jam Vendetta, Tenchu WOH, and Auto Modellista. Anyway, I look forward to playing as Yoshi for once. While I hated his moves in the Tekken games, I can only pray that they did something to make his attacks smoother and easier than a twenty-button pres combo for a three-hit move. And just from the sound of Necrid's ability to assume other fighters' styles and gears sounds cheap right off the bat. Ah, oh well. I can still oogle Ivy. :smooch:

Sere, I'd prefer that you make your own character, because I have something in store for the NPCs, specifically Nyna. And LosingFaith, I'd need to a see a sign-up form before I'll even think about letting someone in, newbie or not.

Oh yeah. I'd also buy OB a server that cooperates 24/7 instead of just when it feels like it. o.<

[i]Neil came closer, turning her towards a door to the left, next to the computers. He opened it for her, and gently pushed her through it, and then stepped through himself, closing the door after him. Bleak white surrounded them, but they continued to walk forward, until they appeared in a feudal Japan-like dojo, lit by candles around the edges. Loren, turning away from Neil, stretching out.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "Charming place, eh? Would make for a great tea ceremony. Too bad we're going to be kicking the crap out of each other, huh?" [i]Neil looked over towards Loren, who bent over at the waist, tips of her fingers easily touching the floor. She lent to one side, gently exercising her abs. Of course, Neil was focused on, to put it nicer, her lower torso. He made a silent 'whoooo', biting his index knuckle. He looked away in false innocence, as Loren raised her eyebrow towards him as she looked at him over her thigh. She stood up again, and walked over, coming within five feet. She assumed a limber ballet position, looking expectantly towards Neil.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "What? Are you expecting me to catch you when you jump and dance in the air? Haha." [i]Neil instantly found himself on his ***, a nice stinging sensation in his cheek. He looked up in remote amusement to see Loren, gently letting her right leg down. He started rubbing his face with the back of his hand casually. He stood up after a second, nonchalantly.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "I've forgotten how high you can kick. I still think that can come in handy elsewhere." [i]Now Neil had a similar sting in the other side of his face, and he also had another opportunity to meet with the floor.[/i]

[b]Demos:[/b] "*******'s gonna get himself smoked." [b]Iota:[/b] "I really wish you hadn't said that." [b]Demos:[/b] "Huh? Ah, crap. I did it again. I was just thinking about what I would do the next time I see Duke." [b]Proteus:[/b] "Heh. If I may interrupt, however, we need to start packing." [b]Demos:[/b] "Hmm. I wish Havoc was in contact. All lines of communication are down though. Not even the emegency frequency. Iota, if you would, do you think you could try in a few minutes?" [b]Iota:[/b] "I can as long as Reverb isn't trying to call in. And provided that the interferance clears up." [i]Demos nodded solumnly, and opened a large metal crate on the side of him. He was instantly greeted with a load of ancient, yet effective, grenades. Specifically, ball-bearing grenades. Next to him, in a closet-like area, he found many military-grade duffle bags. He began stocking many of the grenades in the bag, also finding various scrambling devices. Likewise, Proteus and Iota followed suit, finding other heavy arms. Demos, however, focused on anti-personel gear. A heavy machinegun, a larger version of the prehistoric M60, was slung across his back, a chain of 10MM bullets leading into another duffle bag, filled to the brim with rounds. In a ammo belt, straped across his chest, Demos filled up with something relatively new to combat; beam crystals, glass surrounding a genorator with a steel pin going through it. Upon pulling the pin, five seconds until detonation, which unleashed a field of energy, with the same effects of a beam sword, and a radius of ten feet. Demos also grabbed several generic beam sabres, strapping them to his side, and grapped a Vash-like hand cannon, which fired a miniature plasma grenade, which was especially useful for high-speed battles in which a moderately large explosion was needed. Upon completetion, Demos was weighed down with three bags [one for the 10MM ammo, one for the grenades and rockets, and about four hundred pounds of C4 evenly distributed through the three bags], a huge AP gun, and his hand cannon, along with the extra beam sabres. He noted that he was a bit eager on his weapon-gathering, and Iota and Proteus weren't quiet done yet. So he patiently waited, and checked his sytems; [b]Overall System Performance:[/b] 87% [b]Fuel Supply:[/b] 89% [b]System Integrity:[/b] 19% [b]Weapons Strength Rating (WSR):[/b] 92% [b]Coolant Reserve:[/b] 66% [b]Primary Systems Reserve:[/b] 89% [b]Secondary Systems Reserve:[/b] 64% [b]Energy Output Percentage:[/b] 72%[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "Well guys. I'm ready to go. Systems are in the green, and I'm ready to kick some ***. Ready when y'all are."

[b]Neil:[/b] "Not at all. Actually, this is one time that I care that you're here. I myself didn't know if the Oracle was still alive. Bless her heart." [b]Loren:[/b] "I already did. And thanked her while I was at it." [b]Neil:[/b] "Atta girl..." [b]Ken:[/b] "Stop flirting, Neil." :D [i]Neil glared harshly at Ken, shaking a fist mockingly towards him, but soon turned his attention back to Loren.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "Training you say, eh? It would be a good idea. We're hitting the federal bank tomorrow, in case you missed it. Just a thing to draw the Agents out. So, are you going to work alone or do you want a spar partner?" [b]Loren:[/b] "Are you volunteering?" [b]Neil:[/b] "Are you accepting?"

[i]Flicking his knife forward, Neil slowly edged to the right.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "**** this ****, man. I don' know head or tails of this ****, but Hell. I kno' when this **** gets too down. I been in this town fo' mebbe three of fou' hours, an' I need some ****in' answers." [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Quite a tounge on this one." [b]Neil:[/b] "**** you, too, 'en!! You wan' some, eh!?" [i]Neil playfully, yet wholeheartedly, pointed his blade towards Shalistrae. His eyes glared with a fiery energy that called for blood. Shalistrae simply flicked her hair off of her shoulder with a snap of a neck.[/i] [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Think you could handle me?" [b]Neil:[/b] "Think yo' can survive a blade in th' face!?" [i]Craig, being the...gentleman...that he was decided now was the time to step in.[/i] [b]Craig:[/b] "'Ow you two, calm it down. We don't need dis fightin' an' screamin'." [b]Marth:[/b] "Especially if there are anymore of those dog-things still around. Yelling and cursing at the top of your voices will only attract trouble." [b]Neil:[/b] "Son, yo' ain't he'rd me screamin', foo'." [b]Shalistrae:[/b] "Enough. Learn to calm down, boy." [i]Neil's eyes simply narrowed.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] [i]Watch yo' back, ho...[/i]

[i]Breaking into the dense jungle, Ulrich wiped sweat from his brow, clearing his vision once more. As soon as he blinked, he was on the ground, a throbbing pain in the back of his skull. He tried to stand, but the incredible force that knocked him down had not let up. Strangulation by an inhuman, icy grip, and Ulrich's eyes floated up, rolling up into his head. Arano had moved forward of Kenratu at hearing the human stomp through the wood like a dumb cow. He slowly drew his sword with his right arm, left keeping the man pinned to the Earth. The Deloz Fury stood straight up in the air, and a downward arc would spell death for Ulrich. Mykkael dove forward with a strong left fist extended. He caught Arano in the side of the face with the blow, sending him flying into a tree with a crack. Mykkael rolled into his dive, stopping gracefully at the edge of a deep ravine. He kicked Ulrich in the side slightly, causing him to wake, and roll over coughing for air. Mykkael picked him up by the back of his shirt.[/i] [b]Mykkael:[/b] "It would be wise to NOT do that again." [i]A stunning blow came from behind, catching Mykkael in the back of the skull, and flying into a thornbush, leaving Ulrich to fall forward due to Mykkael still being attached to him...at least until the collar of his shirt ripped. There, Arano stood, the flat of his sword with a slight black stain on it. Blood. Mykkael's blood. The blow had not been a slash, but it had split the skin. A groan came from Mykkael as he stood, unsheathing his blade.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "And it would be wise for you to not ever do that again. Not like you'll have a chance." [b]Mykkael:[/b] "Ah, well I'll be... Arano. I thought you were dead." [b]Arano:[/b] "...Mmm. The traitor. I can only pray that you were chasing this pig in order to slaughter him." [b]Mykkael:[/b] "Well, not at the immediate moment." [b]Arano:[/b] "Torture, at least?" [b]Mykkael:[/b] "I have a purpose for him before he dies. Let's leave it at that." [i]Arano looked away, to the North, thoughtfully. A slight hum came from him, and he turned back to face Mykkael. His eyes darted to the human, who was now getting to his feet, inch by inch. Arano gazed back at Mykkael, a calm hatred seething in his eyes. A painstakingly long minute crept by, a ringing in Mykkael's ears...and Arano sheathed his sword.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "Very well. Make sure he stays put though. I would hate to hear that he got away and told the humans about us. I would also hate to think that you helped him. I would, however, love to kill you after thinking you helped him." [i]A rustling came from the North, and several Shade came crashing through the brush. They instantly stopped in their tracks, seeing Arano. Afterall, legends rarely appear before you. They stammered, glancing around, and fell back. Kenratu stepped through a rough bush from the left, causing the newly arrived Shades to jump and shriek in horror. In a word, this day was ****ed.[/i]

[i]Eyes shimmering with a respectful hate, left hand protectively on the top of the scubboard, and face emtionless. Arano slowly stepped out, black, necromatic lightning bounced around on ground level, with a slight purple hue to it. It tore ruts into the earth, scortching the very soil. It was a deadly, infected parasite to a delicate oganism. It was poison to life. The Shade stepped forward, harsh eyes looking over the surroundings. He did not flench when Amatros took flight, heading South again. The whipping wind died as fast as it began, and the dragon was gone from sight. Slowly, but surely, under the burning sun, Arano turned skyward, to face Kenratu. They looked at each other, as a lone lightning bolt hit the summit of the pyramid. Black thunderheads were gathering overhead, and there was a surge of electricity in the air. Then, as if in an instant, Arano and Kenratu met on the ground, swords clashed together. Another lightning bolt struck, but did not sway the Ikrantu. Their blades quivered against the force of another's and they each jumped back, sheathing blades. Kenratu smiled, eyes closed, but then turned North.[/i] [b]Kenratu:[/b] "Come. We must discuss much."

[b]Frost Over Speaker on Phone:[/b] "Operator here. A story down, boiler room. Second door on the left." [i]Two of the Agents kept a net of fire over them, but they evade nicely, diving into the stairwell. They hauled down the steps, until they came to a door. Flash did a running kick, and the door gave way, only to stop dead against a brick wall.[/i] [b]Ryan:[/b] "Operator, we have us a problem. Wall instead of a doorway." [b]Frost Over Speaker on Phone:[/b] "Second story, room 216. It's secure. Take the fire escape." [i]With an assuring nod, giving the all-clear from Blaze, who had taken watch over the stairs, and they dashed up once more. Once on ground level, Ryan led the way out by ramming the door down with his shoulder; time was of the essance and grace could be forgotten. They ran up the metal steps, making an aweful racket, and climbed through a window of an unmarked apartment. They calmly opened the door, peeking out. Clear. They were in 237. Jogging down the corridor, they came to the room within the minute. Flash simply opened the door, and walked through the threshhold. He therein disappeared, and Ryan followed. Just as he disappeared, four holes diced the doorframe, mere centimeteres from Neil's head. Down the hall, three Agents stood, monotone with matching suits and flawless dress. They paused the reload.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "Go. I got 'em." [b]Blaze:[/b] "All right. Make sure you do." [b]Neil:[/b] "Just go already, dammit!" [i]Blaze jumped through the frame, disappearing as he passed. Neil slammed the door shut, yelling a single word; 'End', and a slight hum emitted from the room to his right. As the Agents pulled the slides back on their nine millimeters, Neil drew his M11 Silenced Machine Guns.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "Fine. Let's play!" [center][b].:Bullettime:.[/b][/center][i]As the Agents fired their weapons, clips emptying, Neil did a graceful backflip, and jumped to the left afterwards. He twisted around, bending backwards as he ran halfway up the wall. Bullets slid past him, missing by an atom, as he jumped to the other side of the hallway. In midair he went head-over-heels, to the point were he was facing straight down. Bullets still whizzed past. Neil continued his dodging by taking a single bounding step down the wall, and firmly landed on the flood once more. As the Agents each fired one last shot in sync with each other, Neil jumped back, coming flat again the wall.[/i] [center][b].:Bullettime:.[/b][/center] [i]The Agents glanced at each other momentarily, before shooting nervous looks at Neil. He simply smiled innocently back. They reached into their jackets, trying their best to reload as fast as possible. Neil simple sidestepped into the middle of the hall, his M11s straight in front of him. With a simotanious snap of the head, all three Agents looked at him with horror locked into their unseen eyes. Bullets flew as the gunfire, not even as loud as a snap of the fingers, made way for the hollow grunts of the clones. One hundred and fourty rounds were unloaded into three Agent bodies in less than three seconds. The bodies crumpled to the ground, emotionless even in death. But after a few seconds, they exploded harmlessly in a flash of green coding, light dipisitating away as it expanded outward. Neil smiled sarcastically, and holstered his M11s in the back of his jeans.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "Operator, you with me?" [b]Frost Over Speaker on Phone:[/b] "Sure am. Reestablished pick-up position, too." [b]Neil:[/b] "Good. Eliminate link once I step through. Over." [i]Neil hung up on his cell, and put it back in his pocket. He pulled the door open, and stepped through. The blinding white oblivion that rushed to his face, similar to the loading program, met him forcefully. He took three steps forward, and he was instantly in a dark room, huge, the size of a mansion. This room, lying on the line between The Matrix and the real world, was the safehouse.[/i] -- -- -- Remember, we don't actually log into The Matrix anymore. The patch places us in the middle of the two worlds so that we don't have to jump all over the place to have to get to a specific area for a pick-up.