Chaos

[i]Arano checked the clock outside of the training room; four in the morning. A ****ing hour of sleep. He could sense the clashing energy even in his sleep. How wonderful. He drug his left hand over his face, and wiped some drool away.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "Guh. How anyone could want to be awake at this hour is beyond me. I'm tired as ****.. ...Then again, I've been training almost nonstop." [b]Sabirsing:[/b] "Did you just wake up?" [b]Arano:[/b] "Yes, thanks to that damn bird. His energy kept diving and rising. Woke me the Hell up. But where did he go? I'd love to teach him a lesson for waking me up." [b]Sabirsing:[/b] "I know a trick that'll wake a guy up in less than ten seconds." [b]Arano:[/b] "Oh really?"

[i]Arano now sat in the hallway that lead to the dorms on the bench he favored before. Simply thinking, and nothing more.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] [i]I already got it. I can't believe it was so simple. I didn't even have to strive very hard for it. Hah. Fire Saiya-jin at this low power level? He would kill me out-right if he knew how easy it really was. Well, all there is is the next step. I believe the base requirement was 100,000..And I'm at 144. Cripes. Long way to go. But not as long as it was for him. Hahahaha...[/i] [i]Arano looked to the wall, peering at the clock. Three in the morning?! Arano cursed slightly, ad made his way back to his dorm, to get what little sleep he could. He would have to start training in only four hours again. Guess it's true what they say; 'No rest for the weary...'[/i]

[i]Blank figured the Hell with it. The port was crawling with blue suits already, and the FBI was starting to get around as well. Flash was already there, so Hell, why bother? A short drive later, Blank was at, once again, The Malibu. He had already downed a bottle of Vodka, and was well on his way to his second. It had been like this for a week or so every night. He just didn't care that much now. The bar maid looked sinfully at the dectective, and decided to see what was eating him alive.[/i] [b]Bar Maid:[/b] "Hey, listen buddy, not to be rude or anything, but each shot is about five bucks each. Not that you're poor or anything, but damn. Why's a cute guy like you drinking his life away?" [b]Blank:[/b] "Well... ...It's just one of those days. Thanks for the company and all, but I gotta get going." [i]Slapping a one-hundred on the counter, not even taking his limited change, the Dectective just left, nodding briefly to the bouncer, a rather good-natured fellow who Blank himself let out of custody a year back because of a midtrial confession from the person who was sueing him. Something about how the guy tried to sneak into the club and the bouncer tossed him over his parked car. ******** then and ******** now. Roaring his Sabre Turbo to life, he quietly listened to the broadcasts. Nothing that required him. A shooting on Starfish Island; trespasser on Diaz's property, no doubt. VCN chopper accident; got caught in the telephone wires, disabling half of downtown. Hit and run in Little Havana; the Coke Baron's pusher, most likely. Running his hands through his hair, Blank sighed heavily, before pulling out of the parking lot behind the club. He made his way silently and quickly to Washington Beach, and parked his car in his reserved spot in the multiplex garage behind the apartments...and he made his way up to his suite, where he had a few more shots of whiskey. It was around ten o'clock at night when the rain, like every night it seemed, poured down. It was, strangely, going towards the beach tonight, which allowed Mr. Smith to enjoy a balcony view of the sleeting downpour. It was here, amoungst the warm ocean breeze that the Detective passed out, on one of the reclining chairs that overlooked one of the best, yet one of the worst, cities in the world...[/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mitch [/i] [B][color=red] You're a chick....? And a hot one...? When did this come about? :p[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] It came about once upon a time when I was drunk. That and Guru said so. So there. :p

Okay, this is the first time I've taken a Dragonball related quiz and gotten results that tell the truth... [img]http://guru.theotaku.com/dbguy/vegeta.gif[/img] Hoo-ah... [img]http://guru.theotaku.com/dbgirl/18.gif[/img] I'm a hot chick that will kill you. Stay away... ...Narf. Excellent job, Adam...^-^

[i]An odd silence came over the pair as they faced each other. Both had just enough strength in reserve for keeping the other at bay, but once one gave up, he would get clobbered. Something had to be done, otherwise this fight would remain at a standstill. Arano, being the proud Saiya-jin that he was, took it upon himself, however, to end this here and now. From seemingly nowhere, his power swelled, and gave the air a nice, heated red tint, much like of fire. His hair kicked about, along with his clothes, and gave him a near-demonic look. Energy overtaking his body, Arano took all of his might and shoved it into his grip. His clone fell limp immedietly, and his grasp upon his originator's tail all but vanished. This was it; the clone was as good as dead. Arano stood up after a second, his aura roaring away. He began delievering kick after kick to his copy's face time after time after time again. The air was set ablaze by this fiery new energy source, as were the nerves in the clone's face. Eventually, Arano grew tired of beating his counterpart's nose in, and gave it a final kick, one which sent his copy skidding across the floor. Energy gathered smoothly by form of tiny spheres into Arano's right fist, which slowly opened and turned to point directly at his copy. A yellow ki orb the size of, no more and no less, Arano's fist, came into shape, with the edges carrying a red hue. A short yell came from Arano, as the ball shot forth, and closed the distance to his cowering clone in no time. The ki bomb clashed with the torso of it's target, and ripped open in a highly explosive display of energy. The entire training area shook slightly with the blow, as fire and smoke blinded the impact zone. 'Ground Zero' was eventually calmed, and not a scrap of evidence of the clone was found. Arano turned and left the room, his aura dying out and his hair shuffled back to it's previous position. The computer's voice came online, just as the door closed.[/i] [b]Computer Voice:[/b] [i]"Thank you for training, Arano. You are victorious. Your record is one win, zero loses, zero draws."[/i]

James, your thoughts are well-founded and valient, but we're not saying simply give them a needle. In fact, you'll notice I denounced lethal injection in my ealier post. Eye for an eye. Let's use your example of someone raping and killing your sister. Have the same exact effect done to the rapest. Throw him into a prison gangrape and then strangle/beat/whatever him to death. Throw in a partial drowning too if you like. The point is, I support the death penalty, just the means of it. THAT, my friend, is the jist of our argument. Brutal deaths by the most horribly ironic means? Oh, I definatly think that would throw some murders off. To your statement, also, of rotting in jail? What if someone just stabs a guy on the street in a mugging? Second degree murder. I think it's 10 to 25 years, with parole. With your way, in just ten years, that person could be on the streets again, and might kill someone else, and maybe get away with it this time. With my answer, they get a taste of their own medicine, and another life might just be saved. Touche...;)

[b]Name:[/b] N. 'Blank' Smith [b]Affiliation:[/b] Vice City Police -- Detective's Office [b]Default Car:[/b] Low-rider Sabre Turbo [Has sirens, radio, etc.] [b]Weapons:[/b] Two Colt .45s, Stubby Shotgun, knife, and a Ruger in the trunk; Chromed Shotgun inbetween driver and passenger seat. [b]Personality Bio:[/b] Recently in from a co-op case in dealing with a serial killer that went from Vice City to Las Vegas. On that case, he lost two of his partners and close friends, and has lately been seen at bars until last call, and even then he'd be sulking around. While normally a great member of the force, he is severly depressed and is performing poorly right now. He only goes by his casename, 'Blank', nowadays, and his real name is known to a select few. Also, he is currently thinking about accepting an offer with the FBI... He is living in a nice condo on the Washington Beach highrise, a spacious, modern pad that could only stem from a very prominent salery...[That should tell you something.]

[i]The Clone Sim was a desolate room, painted white. The walls, seemingly sheetrock, were some metal. Soft to the touch, yet firm to the punch. Getting flunk into one of these would definately hurt... After absorbing the huge, deserted room, Arano casually walked over to what seemed to be a command panel. But as soon as Arano hit the single, solitary button labelled 'Initiate', the circuit board slipped away under the floor in a mechanical whoosh. An animatronic female voice gentle echoed through the hollow room, a soothing yet slightly eluding all the while.[/i] [b]Computer Voice:[/b] [i]"Please state name and Species."[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "Arano; Saiya-jin." [b]Computer Voice:[/b] [i]"Confirmed. Welcome Arano. Sleep well?"[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "Hah. Just get on with it." [b]Computer Voice:[/b] [i]"Confirmed. Please state level of power for opponent."[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "Guh. Hell...Brutal?" [b]Computer Voice:[/b] [i]"Confirmed. Please wait while Clone is initiated."[/i] [i]A soft hum came from whince the control panel had disappeared to, and a gentle blue hue cast over the area. An expulsion of smoke came from a crack, and the tiles shifted, in the manner in which the command desk has vanished in, and a large glass tank immerged. Inside, was a completel duplicate of Arano, with the exception that everything about him was a Robin's Egg blue. Arano crept silently closer, and put his face close to the glass. He peered inwards, staring hard at his copy. It seemed as if it was in a coma, or just in a very deep slee-- The clone lunged forth, shattered the tube and knocked Arano flat on his back, leaving the Saiya-jin to skid along some ten feet. The copy smiled arrogantly, and immedietly dashed forward, skimming the floor just barely. Arano reacted with lightning speed, and rolled to the left just as a thundering left fist slammed the floor where his chest was, a spilt second before. The clone spun to the left, and hurled himself forward once more with an angered grunt. By this time, Arano was up, and ready. He assumed a defensive position, his left hand crossing over his chest and his right arm slung to the side, with both legs under their respective shoulders. By the time the clone had arrived, Arano was going into a storm of rage; his power flurished as he ducked a deadly left hook and kneed his counterpart in the chin. A sickening pop was heard as the clone's head snapped backwards and his feet buckled underneath him. A swift kick pierced his recovery, his gut feeling as if it were on fire. He rolled backwards onto his hands, and shot his legs out like arrows, and clobbered Arano in the face with the tips of his boots. Arano's lip split once more, yet again, and this drove him insane. He substained a pale blue aura, and the ground in a half a foot radius of his two feet shattered, but the cracks filled up instantly with a foam-like substance, and the floor all but healed itself. The clone swung hard at it's originator, only to have his right fist twisted about, and his ribs jabbed several times. The clone finally wrenched his hand free, and backhanded Arano across the temple with a broad left hook. It hurt like Hell, and it showed it; Arano fell almost instantly clutching his face. The clone jumped up into the air gentle, hovering a few feet from Arano, waiting, poised to attack. It wasn't long before he let himself freefall, and both of his feet, tips first, then lowering to the heel, met Arano's sternium. An audible crunch was heard, and anyone within earshot would have though every bone in the Saiya-jin's body must have cracked simotaniously. The copy jumped back forcefully off of Arano's chest, sending a new wave of pain through the warrior. Landing not so gracefully some twenty meters away, the clone crossed his muscular arms, and sighed lightly.[/i] [b]Arano's Clone:[/b] "Oh, come on. That move was so obvious." [b]Arano:[/b] "You can kiss my ***... ...as soon as I can feel my legs." [b]Arano's Clone:[/b] "PLEASE! If you were a true warrior, you'd have had your guard --" [i]The clone stopped dead in midspeech, and feel to his knees, where his torso then wavered. His top half fell down, hard, onto the steel-strong floor. Behind him, stood Arano, holding his tail.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "Stupid mother****er. You fell for the oldest trick. Big mouth idiot. You couldn't even follow my movements. Let that be your lesson." [i]Arano went for the final blow, but his wounds had taken their toll on him. He wavered, and missed. In the process, also, his grip on his copy slipped, just enough, that the clone grabbed Arano's own tail. Both squeezed hard at the same exact moment, and both were on the ground once more. Stalemate...[/i]

I'm just too lazy to sell 50 ice creams...since I heard you had to do all 50 sales at the same time. Is this true, or is my friend just being an ***?

I've always been pro-tooth for a tooth, eye for an eye, etc. If you have sense of mind to kill/rape/rob/maim/etc. someone, I believe you should be just punishment. Sure, if someone steals your car, stealing their car wouldn't hold a problem, seeing as how they could most likely boost another one. But I'm not speaking literal terms here; make them pay for a new car for the victim. As for muderers... ...Well, I've always said, why don't they just bring them out back in front of a firing squad after they are convicted? Why the need for a nice, easy death of lethal injection? Why not just inject them with a few CCs of bleach? That would do some hurtin. Besides, if someone beats, say, a mother and her child to death with a golf club, would you want that person to have an easy death? HELL_NO_. I say, give them a few minutes with me and a baseball bat. **** 'cruel and unusual' punishment. Eye for an eye, folks. Eye for an eye...

[i]Arano, finally finding a bit of rest after that scuffle between the mentors, decided to check his PSM. As he expected, not much of a change, but it was still progress nonetheless.[/i] [b][size=1][center]Statistics //Subject\\ :: ARANO ::[/center] [center]Strength: 25 -- 38 Defense: 20 -- 29 Speed: 20 -- 32 Ki: 35 -- 45[/center][/size][/b] [b]Arano:[/b] "Well, I guess it's a start. At least my lip has stopped bleeding.." [i]Arano glanced himself over once, giving a careful note that his arms were slightly scraped up, and his left knee was bruised, and the fact that his right pant leg was gone, burnt away by a stray ki blast. He also concluded from the stinging in his cheek that he shouldn't eat too much of anything with salt in it for a while, at least until the gash closed. He looked at a fairly big digital clock on the side of the water cooler, locked in place on the wall. Eight o'clock already? Cripes. Almost time to start thinking about calling it a day. With a slight smile on his face, Arano took it upon himself to test the clone system. He watched as the gym-like setting became nearly completely empty. It was time to see if he could withstand his own might...[/i]

[i]Arano was still bloody; it had only been a few moments since they left the Sparring area. Not that he cared, because he carried his wounds as medals, something to show that he was not afraid to get down and dirty. But something about these two green fighters set him off. The way they just joked around in the midst of a fight. It was, needless to say,disgraceful to a Saiya-jin. Provided, it was only a spar, but still...one should give everything he has even in a training session. Arano had just the mind to say something, if he actually had the energy to move any further...[/i]

[i]Yulaw sprang into action immediately, stunning Arano with pure speed. Several punches seemed to form out of thin air, only to cap the Saiya-jin in the kisser dead-on, no warning. Arano was taken off guard, and stumbled back, his already-split lip gushing blood like a river. A quiet "Ah, Hell" escaped from Arano's mouth, as he turned just in time to get what felt like a knee to the jaw; he spun around quickly in an uncontrolled jumble of senselessness. That one woke him up quite a bit. He pinched his cheek right quick, and pulled. Yeah, he was awake all right. Several more blows plucked away at Arano's spine, all seeming to navigate directly to his spine. Fighting Yulaw now was like fighting two of him when they were previously fighting. A stunning kick came around, on course to peg Arano in the nose, but he was ready this time. He blocked the kick -- barely -- with his right forearm, but the blunt of the attack left a nice stinging in his wrist. Yulaw came into view once more, some ten feet away. A fatal mistake. A ki blast, radiant yellow in color, hurled its way from Arano's right hand to Yulaw's chest, where it knocked him flat on his bum, not to mention give him a hellafied case of heartburn. His chest was slightly burnt and sensitive to the touch. When Yulaw stood up once more, still reeking of smoke from the explosion, he came face to fist with a strong backhand, delivered from a very bloody Arano. Yulaw rocketed backwards, until his left arm shot out, and he sprung up on his hand alone. Launched some ten feet in the air, he descended sharply to the ground with a sleek crouch. His left eyebrow rose slightly as he gingerly reached up to his nose with his right hand -- his only free hand due to his left was still on the ground where he braced himself from his impact. Yulaw smeared the blood that came from both nostrils away, and stood fully erect, and faced Arano while glaring furiously. He dashed forward, the tips of his toes bare centimeters off the ground; he was hovering, as agreed. He ripped forth like a wave onto the beach; unrelentless, and began pummeling Arano with sprees of melee attacks. While Yulaw's attacks lacked power, in number, they were quite hurtful. Like ants; one will sting for a little bit, but many will put you out in no time flat. A minute or so of half-blocked hits, Arano finally snapped. Energy flared outwards from his body, and quite effectively knocked Yulaw back several feet, and stopped his assault. But it only spelt the beginning of Arano's rampage. Arano led off with an Earth-shattering right hook to Yulaw's rib cage. The blow could be heard from the observers' standing point; they all grunted slightly when they heard the hit reverberate inside of Yulaw. A left spinning backhand sent Yulaw in a tight corkscrew to the ground. He leapt up swiftly, not wanting to get stomped on or anything, only to get a hero's welcome; a smack in the face. Or rather, an elbow to the ear to be exact. Yulaw slapped an on-coming kick away with a strong forearm swipe, be he got completely clobbered by an axe-handle, Arano's knuckles seeming to chip away the back of his neck and fill the holes with a fiery pain which he had never encountered before. The pair jumped back a foot or two, only to dash forward once more. Each had one last blow. Each of the fighters' right fists firmly planted into the other's cheek. They dropped their fists, and let their guards down. A break was in order. They left the Sparring Arena, to take a quick rest, but their fight was far from over. From above, Tonberry still marveled at the duo.[/i] [b]Tonberry:[/b] "Most impressive..."

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by BigCajones [/i] [B]...but if you have to keep re-doing that mission I bet it gets annoying lol. [/B][/QUOTE] Yes, it was exceedingly annoying... I had to do it five times because of the stupid lightpost glitch in the game. --;;; But now that I'm done with all of the missions except for the Cherry Popper ones, I'm just having fun running around killing people with a six star wanted level...:toothy:

Damn cops have a problem with kicks scuffing up their car roofs...:p In GTA 2 I jumped on top of the subway train once. Climbed up on the overhang [Forget how, but it was needlessly complicated] and fell through onto the train. Sad part is, once it started up again, I got fried. Also, when I got a car fixed with oil slicks [GTA2 once more], I found I was able to put the slicks in front of me. This was, needless to say, very annoying when I did it at Fast and the Furious type speeds. In GTA3, God. I jumped into the back left handed corner of my garage in Staunton and fell through Blue Hell for three minutes straight. Then, when I reappeared, I was on top of the Staunton hideout [Or so it looked like it], and fell through Blue Hell once more. When I came out of it, I was in the elevator in that same hideout. Vice City...hah... Try flying through the G-Spotlight building [the one you jump from the other office on a PCJ 600 on to get to]. You have a few feet of clearence if you fly it correctly yet it still messes up the blades.

Mid to late March, I hear. Leave it to FUNi and Cartoon Network to leave you hanging...once again. -_-

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Sorry for the wait, AJ, damn Otaku crashed on me when I posted my uuber-fight.

[i]Arano took instantly to the weights. Not much, only starting off with one hundred pounds. Curls were simple enough, and it was enough to keep his mind off of the blinding rage. He overheard Tonberry briefly explain the rest of the gear, aside from the normal exercise equipment. There was the Droid Chamber, as to what it was refered, a clone system, and several other areas. One in particular sounded like a good idea; Gravity Training Facility. While small in number, these rooms were huge, and enhanced the pressure of the air to change the very G forces entwined with the room. Sounded interesting enough. But for now, weights had to be done. Streching and limbering up was important before training seriously-- Yulaw walked over to Arano, arms crossed, a smirk which boardered on the line of a frown.[/i] [b]Yulaw:[/b] "Say Arano... ...There are some one-on-one training areas in the next level below the Droid-Combat arena. I was wondering if you wanted to spar.." [i]Arano smiled darkly, a look of anxious, gleeming fury in his eyes.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "Sure. Sounds great. Let's go." -- -- -- -- Teh AJEH posteh!

You need all one hundred hidden packages to get the Hunter...:) And I only used the tank that I stole from the military at a level six wanted level to [i]leave[/i] the Junk Yard. Before that, it was Stubby Shotgun mayhem. >> And Heaven, use grenades to clear the people at the front gate, and then take out the Uzi or the TEC-9. You want automatic fire that allows you to move at the same time.

Strange indeed. I know the troubles of clipping all too well, and I must say, this is good news. Continues on with the Apache madness...^_^;;; But still, how is an attack chopper from the 80s supposed to regenerate? O_o

I'd want enough power to laugh at a nuclear strike. I'd want enough power to destroy the solar system if needed be. I'd want enough power to instill fear in the Capitalistic American gonvernment. If I had that much power, the world would be a better place. Cept when I would get pissed. Then you'd all be ****ed.

But the point of it is that they might not [i]want[/i] to continue the series. See, people actually didn't want GT in the beginning, and even with all of the action that came in the late twenties of the episodes, some people still said the series was a mockery of what the Dragonball universe was about. The main reason why, in my opinion, that there is no new series of Dragonball is that Toriyama is out of ideas.

[i]Arano's eyes instantly snapped open, his energy flaring. From across the room, Piro stood fully upright, looking to see a fight break out. Arano seemed to move like mercury rising in a thermometer, a surge of power so unwillingly controllible that it had no choice but to go forth. Arano loomed over Laird, which was a once in a lifetime thing, seeing as how Laird dwarfed the proud Saiya-jin by two inches.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "You listen to me, you insignificant PRICK! I AM NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES, UNDERSTAND?! I'm here to get STRONGER, and to TRAIN! Maybe if you'd stop acting like a damn fool you'd see that there are REASONS for people being here. Those reasons might be unknown at this time BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" [b]Tonberry:[/b] "Arano, please. Calm yourself. There is no need to get so worked up. It's understandible that you have a short temper and all, but you really should focus it on your training. Use that rage you have now to further your energy, to further your training." [i]Arano's eyes wandered slightly, not really looking at anything. He was thinking, and rather deeply at that. He took a glance at himself. His fists were balled tightly, so much so that blood was being drawn from shallow cuts in his palm due to his fingernails, and his tail was feverishly swishing about. His suit was ruffled, and his entire body was primed for a fight. Tonberry was right. Arano's gaze turned to the exit of the reception area, and he just really started to wonder where the training area was.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] "Well, I guess we should get to it, now shouldn't we?" [i]Tonberry smiled gleefully. He could still calm a raging sea of anger, so it seemed...[/i]