Chaos

[i]Arano turned a sharply angered eye towards this...idiot. Hatred for the foolish suddenly surfaced, a weakness that Arano would have to learn to control.[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] [size=1]"Idiot."[/size] [i]Eyes shot a quick, sudden glance at Arano, some nervous. Laird stopped briefly in mid-push up, before continuing his warm-up. Everyone seemed to shift away from Blank, not that he cared; it's what he prefered. People annoyed him, and he annoyed them back. It wasn't his problem though. Unless it hurt him, it wasn't his problem. The Locomotive stalked silently and calmly over to a bench, not moving. Veins slowly rised up under his skin, as his fists balled, his muscles tightening. His eyes slipped shut, and he achieved a small energy aura, casting the immediet area in a pale yellow hue...[/i]

Two things I need to know about the Apache...well, three... 1) Where can I store it? 2) Is it armored? I killed the Apache on "All Hands On Deck!" with one shot [Sniper rifle to pilot's face] 3) Are the Brown Thunder Missions as fun as everyone says [Uuber-fun]?

[i]Arano half sighed as he turned right sharply, this 'Yulaw' following swiftly behind him. He seemed cheerful enough. Just what Arano needed, someone to try and brighten his day. Or maybe Arano was doing it again. Maybe he was judging people wrongly. Well, considering his past, you couldn't really blame Arano... A small, silver suitcase was in hand, a small backpack resting over his left shoulder, and a rough duffle back was in his right hand. His only possesions that he would need. Clothes, clothes, accessories for clothes, and a few books. Nothing more. The dorm was actually, as Tonberry had hinted at, more like a penthouse suite than a dormroom. No matter. It was a roof over his head and a bed to sleep in. More than he could ask of, really. Post-urban cities had little of the afore-mentioned... Arano sat in his selected room, already unpacked. A large leather trenchcoat was hung in the closet, along with several variations of his suit of which he was wearing at the very moment. He was anxious, believe it or not. Whenever he cleaned or kept clean, he was ready to do something. Figuring the Hell with it, he locked his door and stretched. So what if there was a remote chance of a workout tomorrow? It helps to be prepared...[/i] [b]Arano:[/b] [i]I must get stronger. Control over ki is one thing...but the past is so much more. I want that power. It's the only way...[/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Final Flash [/i] [B]I don't wanna see people RPing Blank (Medra) as a Pacifistic, Sympathetic, Long-Haired Hippy or anything. [/B][/QUOTE] While we're on the matter, I think the best way to describe Arano is to think of Majin Vegita combined with Brolli. Silent and deadly on and off the battlefield... [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]I don't think anybody would do Neil as a hippie because...of his name. Come on, with something like that, at least play him more like a shogun. It would just make a little more sense.[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] I should hurt you...but I'm not.

Wait, aren't 'what if' topics strictly forbidden? No offence or anything Ubbu, but you know, I just thought they were...>>

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by PiroMunkie [/i] [B][size=1]-Insert Piry's rant-[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] I'll come kick your door in one day, mmkay? ^_^;; And Ken...Damn you to Hell. Sitting on your front porch waiting for Cyko? ...I wish I had a front porch. --;;;

School bites, I know. Freshman year is always the worst, and from the looks of it, I'll be repeating the grade. Eh, don't care. In any case, just **** the system Weh. Do what you wanna do more often, and don't take so much **** from day to day. Embrace the sleeping during classes from time to time. If you're that tired, then your body needs rest. Trust me on this, I've found myself doing the same things. Best of luck, mate.

If you mean the Vercetti Estate, you get it once you kill Diaz. And you don't really get 'body guards' that look after you; Tommy's so good, he can kick anyone's *** that gets in his way.

Wahahahahahahahaha!! *bad attempt at evil laugh* [b]Name:[/b] Arano Karakkaze [b]Nickname:[/b] 'Blank', 'Locomotive' [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Race:[/b] Half Saiya-jin; Half Unknown [Will be explained later] [b]Height:[/b] 5' 9" [b]Description:[/b] While not physically intimidating, Arano is actually very powerful. He's very strong in both the manner of manipulation of ki and in the sense of physical power; he is more of an offencive fighter than a speed-demon. He's dressed in a completely black suit, much like Vegetto's, and his hair is spikey, much like Vegetto's, only shorter and very dark as well. Cut like a diamond, once he starts fighting, he becomes, like one of his nicknames, like a locomotive. He also retains a very unique ability [although not just one] from his namesake, 'Blank', that allows him to triple his power for a short period on command [Those of you that have RPed with me know what I'm talking about]. [b]Personality:[/b] Quiet and dark, he prefers to fight rather than banter. When he does talk, his gravely voice speaks with a deadly, spiteful tone of pure malice. One to not smile much, but he can kick back and joke around with good friends. Unfortionatly, he knows no one in this lovely group of fighters.... [b]History:[/b] Born in a capsule, Arano was actually a bio-experiment, and all information was kept from his as to of whom were his parents [or so he says]. Strength: 25 Defense: 20 Speed: 20 Ki: 35 [i]Dorm J[/i] //Bonus\\ [b]Theme Song:[/b] 'Liberate' by Disturbed

Gee, this is only the, what, fifth topic about this very same thing...? Yeesh.

I'm obsessed with cash, killing small animals, and any game where death is a major part of the gameplay. O_o;;; I'm just a perfect example of sanity, aren't I? :toothy: :twitch:

You are some dumb people. I'm going to laugh when your kids go on killing sprees due to their retarded and unreasonible names. If I ever have kids, and I hope I don't, I'd name my son Gregg [After Gregg the Grim Reaper] and my daughter [God forbid], I'd name her...Britty, after Ms. Brijiah...Gwahahahah..!! ><

The Otaku Awards is only for idiots. I mean, someone voted me for best male member? Pssh. Idiots, see?

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mystic's Knight [/i] [B]He must have one enormous apetite [img]http://phantom.newezone.com/images/eek2.gif[/img] [/B][/QUOTE] He is a bottomless pit, I swear it! He even ate Trieze!

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DeathKnight [/i] [B][color=crimson][b]Neil[/b] [Medra]: *roasts newbies quietly, adding BBQ sauce to marinate*[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] ^-^ [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by PiroMunkie [/i] [B][color=indigo]:blulaugh: Oh my, for all of those spiteful newbies who think staff is too harsh here, or just have ever been given a "talking to" by one. Just be glad this is not JVF (a few of you know what I am talking about). If you did something wrong there, you would have had a team of people on your case. More times than not, we were not the most polite people about it, lol. Those were some good times. ^__^ *sigh* Here, I am generally light to the people who makes mistakes. I just simply state what they did wrong and what they should have done or such. Or if I am closing a topic, I tell them why I am doing so. It is not like I transform into a Golden Oozaru and stomp all over them (as I was notorious for doing so at JVF... that and my Attitude Adjuster). Perhaps I should add a smiley or two? So the message does not seem too harsh?[/color][/B][/QUOTE] ...[size=4]GWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!![/size] *evil smile* In any case, I judge 'newbies' by how they act. You could have just joined two minutes ago and so far, you've had reasonibly nice posts, and then I'd act accepting towards you. Now, if you were a Forte-type person, I would obliterate you in a surge of nuclear missiles sent forth from my secret Silos near Moscow. And yes I have been playing too much Red Alert 2...O_o;;;

I just say screw it all and call people by their first name whenever I see them post...with the exception of Flash and Warlock. Saying "Oooh, Flash finally posted DB:BF up" sounds a cruncha-bunch better than "Wow, Connor finally got off his lazy *** and posted the DB:BF sign up..." Plus Warlock's name is...well, he threatened to eat me if I ever said it in context. O_o;;;

For some reason, in 'The Driver', if I stop my car and put in the Destroy All Cars code, and complete the checkpoints, it says Hilary has died, and when it fades to black, if freezes like that. >> It would be okay if I could just complete the mission. Can ANYONE help me with that?

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by genkai [/i] [B]Some boards have about 30,000 members(what's that gaming board?) and to be recognized you need to post about 70 times per day and have about 10,000 posts. Sometimes, if you makke a thread, by the time it loads it has about 10 replies, and ten minutes later it's been bumped to the bottom of the page. so my friend says. [/B][/QUOTE] Get me the link to that board... I'd love to see if I could out-spam them. :rolleyes:

[i]Neil laughed manically, ala Dr. Evil, as he found the Trainer he was looking for.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "UWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Infinate Money, Unlimited Energy, Instand Build, and REVEAL MAP! GWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! THE WORLD IS MINE!! THE WORLD IS MINE, YOU--" [b]Ken:[/b] "Dammit man, stop ripping off Austin Powers!" [i]A quick "Meh" and a few minutes later, Yuri was now a pile of radioactive waste, due to the nukes Neil was so fond of. The next mission was fun, the Alaskian Siege. Neil saved right quick, after amassing a force count of 37 Apoc tanks, 27 Kirvos, 20 Dreadnoughs, 82 Sea Scorpions, 10 Giant Squids, 100 plus Conscripts, Psi-Corps Troopers, Flak Troopers, and Tesla Troopers.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "There is a God and it's name is CLONING VATS!!" [b]Ken:[/b] "Has anyone ever told you that you're completely obsessive when it comes to this game?" [b]Neil:[/b] "My preccciooooooouuuussss...!" >< [b]Ken:[/b] "I'll take that as a yes. But seriously man, take a break. If I'm gonna be awake, we need to do something." [b]Neil:[/b] "You thinkin what I'm thinkin?" [b]Ken:[/b] "We're out of both Vodka and Coronas because of the last time you were here. If you were up for PAYING for the drinks, I think my sis would be happy to go get them..." [b]Neil:[/b] "Screw you man... ...Say, is Neverwinter Nights two player?" [b]Ken:[/b] "..."

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Queen Asuka [/i] [B][color=deeppink][size=1]I don't mind being called Asuka at all. Everyone else does it, so feel free. [/color][/size] [/B][/QUOTE] Well, I call you Tori, so HAH! [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DeathKnight [/i] [B][color=crimson]Hmm. I've been at other message boards that were simliar to OtakuBoards community wise, IE you were accepted easily; everyone was friendly; good staff/posts, but they were not as large as OB was. I'd have to say that OB is one of the best Message Boards i've been to..[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] I'm hoping you're not forgetting JVF... In any case, Otaku is very close-knit, and is usually open to new and mostly good changes. I suppose that it could be better, and let carefree newbies run around with more slack in their choke chains, but then it wouldn't be as cool. I've been to quite a few forums, and I've found this is the best community that I didn't create...

[i]It was night now, the troops slowing to a hault to make a makeshift camp. Huge black tents were erected, a mess hall was made, and a portable Barracks system was brought forward from the new Soviet base. The guard dogs Arano requested had been transported in along with an additional twenty Conscripts and fifteen Flak Troopers. The tanks' roaring engines slowed to a harmonious lull of white noise; a gentle hum. The MCC Catastrophe had all of it's stationary Sentry Guns at the ready, and Sentry platforms had been constructed around this 'base'. Sometime around midnight, Christov was still going over plan schematics of the Prism technology, when he heard whispered conversation on the other side of the large command area. He turned around slowly in his chair, only to see his brother facing a smaller, personal screen, headset in hand. christov immedietly know who he was talking to and what about. Buisness with a hint of pleasure, that was Arano's game. Christov silently walked over, listening to his brother chat with a very beautiful woman, of whom was dressed in a tight, slick leather outfit with several badges here and there. Brunette hair was only to the back of her neck, and a nice, soothing red lipstick traced the edges of her lips. Lieutenant Zofia, obviously, was also enjoying her talk with Arano. Talk of the Prism Towers combined with Tesla Coils also contained strong [some obvious] sexual innuendos... Christov cleared his throat, as Arano and Lt. Zofia stopped laughing to cheerfully acknowledge his presence. Zofia casually saluted the Psychic, but mainly kept her eyes excitedly pinpointed on Arano.[/i] [b]Blank:[/b] "Ah, brother, Lieutenant Zofia here was just telling me a few minutes earlier that the Satellites are just about ready. The primary tests are done, the prep work is complete, and all that is needed is to gas 'em up, and for you to sign off on them. They are, afterall, your creations." [i]Christov smiled sadistically, as all of his plans were coming together nicely. He walked over quietly back to his station, and began plotting orbital locations, while Arano got back to his flirting...[/i] -- -- -- -- Ah-HAH! Touche, writer's block!

[i]A sudden burst of pounding knocks came from downstairs. Ken staggered out of bed, muttering a few curses. Where was his sister, goddammit. Nearly tripping over his own bed, Ken jolted into a fully awake position as well as a fully cursing one after stubbing his foot on the doorsill. Finally reaching the front door, Ken opened it, to reveal none other than...no one... Ken screamed out a quick "****ER!!" before slamming the door shut once more. Halfway up the stairs, the knocking came again. Ken walked back down at a normal pace, opened the door roughly, to come face to face with nothing but air. He cursed once more as he lumbered back upstairs. A single knock came this time, and Ken let loose a Ninja-like howl as he dove off the steps and nearly ripped the door off the hindges. Standing there, was Neil, who was several grass stains on his jeans. Ken sighed heavily.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "Morning, sunshine! Sleep well?" [b]Ken:[/b] "What the **** are you talking about? It's nighttime..." [b]Neil:[/b] "No, it's four in the morning. I went over to Alexandra's house to see if she wanted to come annoy you, but she sleepishly threw my onto her lawn in a fit of caffine-deprived fit of anger." [b]Ken:[/b] "...You are an idiot."

Name: Neil Eugene LeCrowne Age: 15 Grade: Freshmore [failed his first freshman year] Biography/Life History: Born and raised in Louisiana, this guy is a serious piece of work. Quiet around strangers and people he barely knows, but extremely open and clown-like around close friends. Know to start a lot of trouble during school, his insubordination painfully obvious. Nearly each and every day, he sleeps in class, and when he's not sleeping, he's talking to someone or arguing with the teacher. A fan of Metal, old school rock, and rap. If you are unfortionate enough to get on his bad side, make sure to watch your back. Description: A flat six-foot-nothing kinda guy you'd expect to be on the football team, except he's not. While seemingly a tad chubby, weighing in about 180 pounds, he is actually mostly muscle. He could most likely break a desk straight in half by sheer accident alone. Appearence: Usually in Reebok black and/or red shirts, along with black carpenter-looped jeans, with either Timberlands or Reebok basketball shoes on. Short, scruffly spiked black hair which seems to go up naturally. Fun Fact: He's had several offences for starting fights in the past.

Heh, look at Charlie go...I'm busy right now so I won't go into detail... Kakarot :: Hero of the Day Vegita :: My Plague Gohan :: New Skin [just because of the whole Cell incident] Furiza :: Everything Sucks [The irony of getting his *** kicked by several Saiya-jins through his lifespan; at his prime no less] Vegetto :: Get Born Again Buu :: God Eat God Piccolo :: A Certain Shade of Green Cell Jrs. :: Hell March [Heh] King Kold :: Ground Control [Because of that funkadelic space ship] Brolli :: The Game The Jinzouningens :: Carnage Rules [Mwahahahahaha.] Maira no Trunks :: Insane Goten :: Boyz N The Hood Krillin :: Superman Tien :: Blind [For the sheer irony of it all] And there goes my brain for tonight...

Tori, honey, do me a favor and find out from your mom how the **** the GTA series is violent against women in specifics. :) But firstly, the media needs to grow up and grow some balls. Just because I can disembowl a cop with a katana in a game, that doesn't mean I'm going to do that. Moreover, what's the chance a kid who can't even reach the knife drawer in the kitchen will do that? Jeez, damn media to Hell for their stupid and accusing ways. I'm betting some parent saw their child playing the game and decided this might be a good chance for a lawsuit. **** morals, it's a damn game. Get over it people.