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[b]Name:[/b] Arano 'Blank' Karakkaze [b]Allegiance:[/b] Soviet Union [b]Military:[/b] Soviet Union [b]Age:[/b] 24 [b]Description:[/b] Six foot five, extremely muscular, and sports platinum stud earrings on both lobes of his ears. Arano has two inch tall, seemingly always spiked completely white hair. A tribal version of the Sickle is tattooed on his right cheek, and a gothic version of the Hammer is tattooed on his left bicept. [b]Bio/History:[/b] Arano was born around the end of the Cold War, and he was always pro-Communism. The very idea of Communism dying angered him as a boy to the point that he became a very volatile person. His parents, supporting his rage, also helped...'develop'...his anger towards Capitalistic Americans. When he was 15, he was drafted into the rejoining USSR army, in preparation for the conquest of America. He has been accused by Americans for many bombings and assassinations. [b]Supplemental:[/b] An expert at hand-to-hand combat, and is just as deadly with firearms and explosives. Also rumored to be genetically engineered; one of the Les frères d'Armageddon. Fluent in American, Russian, German, Italian, Dutch, and French. HAHAHAAH!!! I FINALLY POSTED!!!

[i]Medra struggled as his muscles seemed on fire, his body raising in a full push-up position. His right knee came up underneath him just as his arms gave out. He felt just as weak as when he was created. He remembered the headache that first plagued him, which was shortly followed by the spasms. He remembered quite well the feeling of being bare and exposed to the world with no means of protection. At this point in time, he vowed never to be so foolish like the action he had displayed about a half an hour ago. Finally summonding the sheer willpower to bear the pain of a thousand years of torture, Medra took to his feet. He was shocked to find that his wings would not open; he did not have the strength to open them. Plus, his left wing was sprained, or worse. Medra stared dully and not fully awake at Tarlain. To his uttmost suprise, he found that he was staring primarily at her chest. He shook he head silently, breaking his locked gaze, but just as soon fell over again, loosing what little coordination that he had recovered. A few minutes later, he limped along after Tarlain through the open plain that neighbored the forest. The waterfall was easily a mile away, and Medra was loosing more and more strength with each step. They duo were around fifty metres from the lake when Medra completely collapsed and cursed heavily. Tarlain turned around with a sugary-sweet smile on her face.[/i] [b]Tarlain:[/b] [i]"Oh come on. It's only about one hundred feet from here..."[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "...F*ck...you..." :sleep:

Four lists for me. Wow this trend is annoying... [list=A] [*]Flash [*]Ken [*]James [*]Piro [*]Raiha (You know why. ;) :naughty: ) [*]Seph [*]Craig/Yoda [*]Warlock [*]WEEEHHHHHH!! [*]Most other Staff Members [*]Rico, I suppose. We aren't that tight, but I want to beat him in a hiking contest...^-^;;; [*]Britty, to show her my Uuber SSJ powerz.. [/list] More to come, school now...

The game is out now [Hell, it's even at Best Buy], and I've seen the commercial once. Once. Thus, my prediction is that all of the little dubbies are going to get out all of their DBZ gear, bug their parents to buy the game, and then spend endless hours playing the game, and more time going "KAMAYHAMAYHYAAAAAAAYAYAYAYAYA!!!" at school when they talk about it. I'll actually get the game, however. But just for the sheer enjoyment of Vegita's Final Flash to completely and utterly destroy things...XD

OOC:...Godmodder... -- -- -- -- [i]Tarlain leaned forward, her body pressing up against Medra's. Her lips tickled his ear as she whispered a message to him; she telepathically told him something that made him blush even more.[/i] [b]Tarlain:[/b] [i]"Oh, don't worry..I won't bite... ...Much."[/i] [i]Medra stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet. He fell flat on his ***, mumbling something about tree roots that weren't there. Tarlain giggled semi-innocently, which in turn embarrassed Medra even more. Face color matching that of a ripe tomato, Medra slowly stood up, dusting his pants off. He shyly looked Tarlain in the eye for a half of a second, before his face turned back to it's normal, tanned, near-copper color. But he still inwardly was blushing, even though his face was one of determination.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "I am [b]not[/b] afraid of [b]anything[/b]. Never forget that, dragon." [b]Tarlain:[/b] [i]"And what of love? What of attraction? What of kind heartedness?"[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "..." [b]Tarlain:[/b] [i]"I've been in your mind, Medra, and I know what you fear. You fear your more kinder side. You think love will make you weak, but you're wrong. It will only help you get through life easier. It will also provide you with something to fight for..."[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "And what of pride? Does that not get me through the night? And rage...I have lived on that for eon after eon. It will substain my will to fight. If I am in a battle, and my enemy mocks me, will I not want to disembowl him even moreso?" [b]Tarlain:[/b] [i]"But caring for others will get you, in return, allies that can help you in your time of need. Fighting with rage only blinds you."[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Then I've been blinded since the day I was created." [b]Tarlain:[/b] [i]"Then I think you need to see the light."[/i] [i]Tarlain had just pushed the right button; Medra snapped instantly. His wings flaired outwards in a awesome display of demonic intensity. Lightning poured from the rain clouds above, striking him, small shockwaves eminatting outwards as his mana was released. A small electric orb formed around his clentched left fist, and charged up greatly. It doubled in size and nearly tripiled in intensity. Sensing what Medra had in store, Tarlain acted quickly. Weaving inbetween random lightning bolts, Tarlain wrapped both of her hands around Medra's face. She forcefully pressed her lips against his, as a silver aura enveloped her. The silver light focused around her lips, as a small explosion occoured. Medra was sent hurling backwards, skidding along the ground with his face in the mud. The lightning storm quickly disappeared, and Medra's mana had mostly been drained in that single instant. Tarlain's silver aura died away quickly, as she silently stalked towards Medra.[/i] [b]Tarlain:[/b] [i]"I'm sorry, but you really need to learn to control that temper."[/i] :flaming: [i]Tarlain sat next to the crumpled form of Medra, and silently hummed a tune in her mind as she awaited for Medra to regain consciousness. It would prove to be a long wait, as it would take a very long time for Medra to be able to actually feel his legs; a colossal amount of mana had been zapped from him...[/i] -- -- -- -- -- Sorry Rai, but I had nowhere else to go with this. Blamed writer's block...-_-

Why am I here? Two reasons; 1) I have a Moderator spot and a job to do, and 2) To annoy and then kill you all in a very violent and bloody way. I'm also here to drink bunches of alcohol... And I came here out of boredom when Valen told me about this place a school. Just think...without him, you all would be very sad right now. RESPECT!!

[i]Medra was a silent storm unto himself. Clouds began to collect overhead, as lightning spewed forth over the land. Trees bent away from him as he forced more and more of his mana outwards. A dark light took shape as his aura, pulsating pure evil energies. Sparks of static danced around his body, burning small divots in the grass below occasionally, but no fire came from it. A way of dealing with his problems, actually. All of it. Just release untamed rage upon things without actually destroying them. Seemed to calm the Demon God of the Night Skies down, but deep inside, he was ablaze with anger. He made one effort to help their cause, and they jump all over him for it. It made Medra wonder why he just didn't slay them where they stood. But no matter. Soon his goal would be realized. Ryan, however, was his only obsticle. The fool thought he had power. By talking to an Oracle? Hell, Ryan didn't even know "Satan's" true form, yet he was a pet. A pet Medra intended to nail to Lucifer's door with his entrails thrown about at the four corners of the Earth. It was at this time that Tarlain came from the edge of the forest, and made her way to Medra. Her horns were afire with a soothing, unearthly glow, her wings flaired with a near-demonic look, and her eyes slit like dangerous, glinting daggers. Medra, also to his embarrassment, noticed she was not wearing a shirt[*]. He sunk the occasional glance in right when he first saw her, before turning away, trying to ignore her as he sheathed his weapon.[/i] -- -- -- -- -- [*]: According to Rai, Tarlain's been missing her shirt for the past few posts.. So yeah. O_o;;

[i]Demos was silent all the way down the way. Whoever this Duke was, he'd already made it on Demos' 'Hate with Prejudice' list. This fool didn't know with what he was messing with. Demos had not even tried with that buster round. He merely assumed that fool was as weak as his head was bald-- Demos shook hid head hastily. That was his problem. Demos was strong, very strong, but he always seemed to underestimate his enemies. That sometimes got his fellow Hunters hurt, or sometimes killed. Guilt suddenly twitched in his mind, just the slightest doubt that he often feared... 'What if I could have been there? Could I have saved Flash? Shouldn't it have been me, and not him? Am I to blame? Am I the reason Flash is dead?' Emotions suddenly roared through Demos' heart, as he slammed the 'Stop' button on the Elevator, and pried the doors open. He ran out, leaving a seriously confused Iota with a skeptical Havoc. After a few seconds of standing there on the Eleventh floor, Havoc absentmindedly hit the Third Floor button, and the doors closed with a slight 'ding'...[/i]

[i]Medra flew silently forward after Sennen, his wings flapping but not actually what was substaining his flight; necromaric energy was more than enough to send Medra at at least Mach III if he wanted. Medra stopped short, and opened his mouth to utter words that would never have been imagined to be spoken from the likes of him.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "I'll go, if you wish..." [i]At this point in time, everyone seemed to stop dead. Even the flow of mana seemed to slur to a halt, but life quickly resumed, as it had a natural tendancy to do so.[/i] [b]Sennen:[/b] "Well... That was certainly most unexpected. But my question is, why?" [b]Skye:[/b] "Indeed. Why would the likes of you choose to go? I specifically remember you wanting to control Hell's army, and eliminate Luifer. Plus, --" [b]Medra:[/b] "Enough. I withdraw my offer if you all meet me with malice..." [b]Sennen:[/b] "How predicible..." [i]Sennen's eyelids slid down to mere slits when he heard the familier sound of the world being torn open, and the wind slashing through the differences of life and death; the Dark Void had been opened. Another familier sound rang out, the clang of the Deloz Fury being re-inserted into this plain of existance. Medra was suddenly in his face, his weapon in his left hand.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Make no mistake, [i]Sennen[/i], I will NOT hesitate to strike you if cross me again..." [i]Medra turned his back to the others, and silently stalked into the distance away from them.[/i] [b]Tarlain:[/b] [i]There is still much evil in his heart. We'll have to teach him to control it.[/i]

[i]Demos swung the left door open with a huge amount of force, nearly tearing it off the hindges. Signas was turned around, facing the wall in his chair, twirling a pen between his fingertips. Havoc entered the room behind his brother's wake, calm like nothing had happened. Demos leaned forward, his hands bracing against the fake wood desk, while Havoc sat in one of the exectutive-like seats that were placed in front on Signas' desk. Demos waited expectantly for what Signas had to say. But Signas never came out with it.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "Whatever you want Signas, out with it now. I was enjoying what little free time I can get, and you go and call me down here and give me the silent treatment. What's the deal?[/b] [i]A few more seconds of silence pasted, before Signas' chair squeaked gently as he turned around. Signas' face bore one of disappointment. When he spoke, he spoke as he was talking to a child who had done something wrong.[/i] [b]Signas:[/b] "...I heard a rumor that..that Warlock was with Elite Squad at the Silo today. I also heard another rumor that you, Demos, specifically told a female Ex-Hunter by the name of 'Iota' to bring him back here for repairs. Is this true?" [b]Demos:[/b] "More or less. Some of us might be not be here ifit wasn't for him... In any case, Warlock did nothing wrong. Merely, he was a good member of society helping us out. Anything you say cannot change that." [b]Signas:[/b] "Very well. Just...get out of my sight. Both of you. This sortie has brought out the worst in us. But Demos, you need to learn to control your temper." [b]Demos:[/b] "Whatever. Iota is, actually, here to see you. You'd best hire her on the spot. I want her acting as Supporting Second XO by the end of today..." [i]With that, Demos and Havoc left Signas' office, Havoc giving Iota a small wink, and held the door open for her...[/i]

Uhhh...not too sure if this violates the "more than one sentance post" thing, and I think this should go in G&S, but oh well.. Santa sat, ready to...

[i]Medra's face was still one of apathy, but his neck twitched slightly, making his head cock to the right. The form of this beast, this Lord of Nightmares, was gruesome, yet somehow calming. Perfectly fitting for something of his magnitude of power, pondered Medra. Things of great importance often came in simplier than needed packages. Walking closer with a certain swagger that showed that he was aware of Haddah, but not afraid of him. There was but one thing that Medra feared, and not once had he encountered it, and hopefully, he would not ever encounter it...personally, that is. Stopping at the lake's edge, Medra resisted his urge to take flight away from it's clear, crisp surface and body. Electricity doesn't mix too well with water, as we all know, but Medra still managed against his barest of instincts. Haddah spoke in a voice that was omnipresent yet nowhere at once. It was loud but still soft, like a mother cooing her baby to sleep. It was booming, as well as barely audible. When this creature spoke, it spoke with it's mind, rather it's animalistic tounge.[/i] [b]Ochkik Haddah"[/b] [i]"Why do you request my attendance, demon, if you do not have an offering to make?"[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Merely, I wished only an audience with you. For lo, I aim to take out that vile beast Lucifer and replace it with a true power; my own. But in order to do so, I require certain...'facts'...of that part of the underworld that barely anyone has known before and not lost sanity. As said before, I merely ask for an audience." [b]Ochkik Haddah:[/b] [i]"Very well. I hope you are as strong-willed as proclaimed, demon, or your fears will create a prison for your mind for all time to haunt you, lest you lose what sanity you have left."[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "You of all beings should know I fear nothing...except for one emotion, of which that Hellhole holds none of. Do your damnest to try and find a foothold, creature, for I will not bend my knee to you like a simple-minded human, or a brainless demon. I am necromatic evolution at it's finest, I am the Perfect Evil. I am designed to destroy the one thing I fear. Do your magic, beast, so that I may one day have the chance to pay you back..." [b]Ochkik Haddah:[/b] [i]"Very well. Pepare for a view of Hell which you never imagined, in where the word "suffering" is considered bragging rights..in which death is life, and pain is food. Prepare for the House of your Enemy..."[/i]

[i]Medra looked at the cute, mute Dragouet with an errie, uncaring stare. She looked young, but Medra was not so fooled by appearances. He could feel that she carried with her not only a sleek and powerful body, but a strong flow of mana..something the Demon God had not felt in a millenium. It was indeed impressive.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "To honor your lovely home here, I will do as per requested; you require something, I will do what it within my power to help you fulfill your goals. Should it be to meet your power, the so be it. I am but a guest at your house." [i]It was at this time that Simikiel, wrapped up in deep thought, made a careful observation of Medra. While the Demon God of the Night Skies was heartless and cruel in battle, outside of the duel, he was silent, almost calm. To an extent, even kind. Maybe the stories were true. Maybe light did exist in the endless dark...[/i]

Aw now, don't ruin it for everyone? Suprise us and stay up all weekend and beat the game and then boast that you didn't need help to beat it. Just like I did with GTAIII. It took me several times to kill Catie..that dumb *****...

Medra's fight with Zakkiel will be explained later in a flashback... -- -- -- -- [i]It was at this point in time that Medra, ironically, appeared at Death Knight's side, Deloz Fury in his steel grasp. However, his more demonic phase was at hand; large, black wings that had a span of around twelve feet were folded against his back like a bird's, and a whip-like tail which was covered in a dark brown fur was tightly clasped around his waist. His eyes were stained blackest of black, and his hair was a radical white with a hint of electronic blue, and spiked just as crazily as before. Pure electricity also bounded off of his body in near-harmless bolts, and rings of lightning also flooded up his black aura, running from his feet to the tip of his hair, where it enclosed in the middle of nothing and disappeared. Ryan smiled, knowing that Medra was with the Dark Army for life. With his help, Death Knight would bow down to Ryan once agai-- A static-charged orb backed by a powerful necromatic shockwave knocked Ryan flat on his back, and also sent him into shock, no pun intended. His body convulsed as electricity racked his body, sending his nerves into fiery agony. Ryan's fingers clenchted into clawed, prunish mirrors of a skeleton's grasp. Finally, Ryan stopped twitching, and took to one knee. His eyes were glossy, but still ablaze with fury. Medra had struck him, and quite forcefully. Death Knight was stunned as well; the evil in Medra's heart was still there, but he yet attacked an evil figure. Simikiel raised his eyebrow slightly, but still remained silent. Zelfoh backed even further away, hearing the low-bass growl that slid fluidly out of Medra's throat. Tarlain's lips twisted into a slight snarl, but she kept her control on her anger.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Ryan, I suggest you leave now, before you see my true power. One other has seen me at my full potential, and the only reason why that is is because he was cursed to live forever." [i]Medra's eyes turned to Death Knight for a second, before his gaze turned back to Ryan, his eyes slicing right through what little pride he had left.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "As said before, this is the land of another's. Leave now, before I am forced to kill you and disembowl your decaying body." [i]Ryan, knowing he would not be able to withstand what great power Death Knight and Medra combined would proove to be, stepped backwards slowly until he made it into the portal he had created. After a few minutes, everyone was settled back down...for now. Simikiel questioned Medra's actions with malice.[/i] [b]Simikiel:[/b] "Now then. Why in your Lord's unholy name would you attack the leader of this seige?" [i]Simikiel kept his hands at a rest on his blade at all times, ready to swing at Medra if the Demon God of the Night Skies even made a slight hint of a false move.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] Well...for one, Death Knight is the last one who trusts me, and quite possibly my last friend in this and every other plain of existance, I suppose if you want to use that term. And secondly, the unholy name of my "Lord" is exactly why I've decided to hold against this war." [i]DeathKnight cocked his head slightly at Medra, his red eyes glowing, but not to it's fullest extent. A sign of deep thought.[/i] [b]Death Knight:[/b] "I think I understand... You don't trust him, do you? You think that if you help him, he'll just turn you in and lock you in that pit, don't you?" [b]Medra:[/b] "No... I can't stand his weakness. He was blinded by his supposed power, and he allowed himself to be sealed in darkness. His incompitence is sickening, and I look forward to showing him real power..." [b]Simikiel:[/b] "So...you too are going to pledge allegience to the Holy Legion? Or am I missing the point here, demon?" [b]Medra:[/b] "The latter, angel. I am joining with no one officially, but in a sense, I will in some way be helping you. Fighting hoards of demons, I assume, will help you." [b]Zelfoh:[/b] "Well... I guess this means that Hell will soon be freezing over?"

[i]Demos stalked his way to the Barracks, silent and sullen as usual. It would be another few hours before he knew if Warlock would survive or not. So help them all if Warlock died, or wasn't able to be reactivated. Every person on this dammed Earth would feel the misery that would seep into Demos' blackened heart. The normal hustle and bustle of HQ seemed to be in a lull today. Not too terribly suprising, with all of the recent events. A lot of Reploids were mostly at the explosion sites, and some were trying to increase HQ's firewall defences. It was at this time of rest, Demos noticed his brother was nowhere to be seen, and neither was anyone else. Taking this brief chance to slide into the main, low-damage Infirmary, he got what little damaged circuits he had repaired in a RR tank. His armor was thereafter polished to a nice chrome-buffered finish, and he removed the NF-R908 chip from his buster, and deposited it in the Armoury as he walked past on his way to the Mess Hall. Seeing literally no one there, he took this chance to order a French Vanilla coffee, not that he needed it. He just liked the taste of coffee for some odd reason. Ordering quietly, he sat at a table in the far corner, taking this rarity of a chance to relax. It was such a good thing to be able to sit and not have to worry about an up-coming mission, or having to deal with Signas' stupid--[/i] [b]Intercom:[/b] "Would Demos and Havoc please report to Signas' office immedietly? I repeat, Demos and Havoc, report to Signas' office on the double. That is all." [i]Spoke too soon...[/i]

Okay. That's enough. There was another topic stating much of what this is about, and the main question has been answered as well. Don't anyone post in here again. Anything you say will most likely be repeating what someone else said.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Jinzouningen17 [/i] [B]I seriously doubt that they'll leave the actual music in for movie 8. Lets not forget, Funimation is supposed to have a theatrical release of one of the DBZ movies, and since movie 8 was the longest of the movies(the full length of an actual movie which is like 1:30 or so), then it'll more than likely be that one released in theaters. And you know, they'll probably make a REAL big deal outta that and try to find the most popular artists of today to play in that thing. I wouldnt be surprised if they were to get Eminem, Christina Aguilera, Clipse, and Justin Timberlake to be on the soundtrack of that movie. :nervous: I can only PRAY that they dont, but who knows. I can picture it now. Gohan is flying beside the wall, and then Brolly pops up outta nowhere and then you hear "We're gonna get...(as Gohan gets his head smashed into the building)DIRTY!!" :sick: [/B][/QUOTE] Right there, my friend, you have destroyed the image of the best DBZ movie of all time... But keeping the original music in the movies is always the way to go.

Save your money or get S.C.I.E.N.C.E. by Incubus... Linkin Park is a bunch of has-beens, I hate TRUST and Matchbox, and Papa Roach is starting to suck. -_-

'Communist Rabbits' nothing! YOU WILL AWAIT THE COMING OF THE COMMUNIST FLAMINGOS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! O_o;;; In all honesty, I'm a semi-Communist at heart. I don't know why, but the part about the government proving everything I need/want sounds like a great idea. Too bad it doesn't work that way. But I vote Republican.

[i]Medra slowly continued his way South. Growing weary of hacking small animals to bits, the Deloz Fury seemed to be swallowed up by darkness, a necromatic barrier enveloping it, and eventually making it disappear into nothingness. One of Medra's trademark moves; he would often send various tools and items into the Dark Void. His face a mask of apathy, the Demon God of the Night Skies filed along on a dirt path through some park the human's tried to preserve. Pathetic. The human need for preservation was completely moronic. Such tenderness and sensativity towards something that could be ruined by a fool with a lighter. Or a stray lightning bolt, for that matter... Raising his right arm straight up, Medra kept his ham-sized fist closed. He opened it as thunder shattered the peaceful silence, storm clouds forming overhead. Small bolts of electricity made a web between the gaps that seperated Medra's fingers. Still walking, as he was doing before, Medra yawned silently as a barrage of lightning bolts pelted the surrounding trees into burning and sizzling beams of fire. Spreading quickly like a wildfire, lightning shot out as if it carried a bane for all life, in the form of an electromagnetic pulse. In a wild, uncontrolable flash, the park ceased to exist. In it's place was a graveyard of smoldering shells of what were trees and ferns, with scattered buildings, lodges and the sort, crumbling to nothing but dust as the solumn wind blew slightly. Roasted corpses of dead creatures littered the ground, charred beyond recognition. It seemed as if this entire place was just plain sent through an incinorator. Medra lowered his arm, still walking casually. His face was now painted with a small grin, with just a hint of sadism. The Demon God was having his lot of fun while he could, for he knew angels would most certainly try and heal this nasty scar that tarnished a relativly undamaged Earth. Sensing a new flow of mana creeping towards him, Medra called upon Deloz Fury once more. A small silver flash shot through the air, and the sword breached this dimension with a sonic boom that made nearby debris simple deatomize. Picking up his sword, and turning on his left heel, Medra took off into the air, flying calmly and slowly towards his Angelic Foe. Little did this being know that this day was his last.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] [i]...Such fools they are to go against my will. Do they not know what power I hold, and also that I have not yet once laid all of my cards on the table? Pah, no matter. They will soon see...[/i]

Well, I usually try to fight sleep during the night...and at school during the day I sleep nearly all of the time...so insomnia isn't really a problem for me. So, I feel sorry for those that can't get to sleep when they want to. But I find that staring at one spot on a wall or ceiling for a while helps. You'll start yawning after a few minutes of it, and eventually you'll go sleepy.

OOC: 1) It's "Neil"... 2) I was at my dad's house this past weekend, and I have no means of getting online. 3) Why say anything, even in 'OOC', about a character that you know nothing about? Not too much offence here, but it seems you keep getting played the deeper you go into this matter. And Flash, check your PMs... It has to deal with this RPG.

OOC: Before I begin, I must make a comment to DoK. Firstly, Medra has no style of fighting. Secondly, you don't even know how the actual character 'Medra' acts and/or fights. So I suggest you step off. --- [u]IC[/u] [i]Angel regiments fell by the many, most hacked straight in half in a flash of silver. Sometimes, electricity would strike from this blade that slayed so many, sending others hurling to their death in a radical display of static discharge. Minute by minute, Angels in New York, trying to regain their position, fell by this blade which was swung by a hulking, extremely well-built, and suprisingly, human figure. Or so this creature seemed human. Stand around six foot five, scars tracing elaborate patterns over his upper torso, this being had short, spiked, black hair. His eyes, however, matched that black, an freightening darkness radiating from them. Standing in the middle of blood-soaked street [or what remained of the street], was Medra. Dressed in a depressing array of black clothing, the Demon God of the Night Skies bore a black pair of carpenter jeans, a pair of black, brandless boots, and a loose black shirt which danced around in the wind, the embedded Tribal designs wavering with the cloth. All of which was covered, however, with a blood-soaked black leather trenchcoat. Jumping straight up in the air, Medra focused his mana forcefully at the utterly destroyed city below him. Screaming a single word, "Raigeki!!", a fiery orange and yellow bolt of lightning literally screeched as it soared downwards. In a torrent of escaping necromatic energy and discharging electricity, what was once the Angel's last hope of regaining the city, was lost in a furious display of power. Flames raged on as life ceased to exist in the area. Walking through the electromagnetic barrier that formed from all of the frenzied electrons, Medra treked South, hacking away every sign of life he came across.[/i]

God. How many of these topics have there been? Too many. In any case, I'd have to say my favorite part of the "new" episodes is whenever Gotenks is around. He is just purely hilarious. But I'm still peeved that CN cut out the part where Gotenks flipped Buu off...-_-;; LOOK OUT WORLD!! NEIL'S BACK!!