Chaos

[i]A glaring red cresent slash came down hard on Fenir from his back, slashing a nice line in his spinal area. Fenir slumped to the ground, in terrible agony, as Reverb and Nova readjusted their positions tot hat of a defencive stance. Sabre bounced off of one of the remaining walls, and came to a screeching halt in front of the still-standing Hunters. His eyes gleemed with pure malice, but they clearly saw that he was not damaged in any way. Sabre was right. Why have strong defence if your opponent can't hit you? [b].:Elsewhere:.[/b] The Light-Gunner fired rapid shots, in a constant volley, at the massive creature known as Scimitar. This huge best took a lumbering step forward towards Xion, when Demos dashed in, and plotted a B-line plasma orb right in the gigantic beast's face, when the shot simply rebounded off into the far wall, nearly taking X's head off. Demos groaned angrily as he continued to roll under Scimitar, coming to a halt next to Xion. The Light-Gunner had stopped it's firing to, firstly, make sure Demos didn't get any friendly fire, and secondly, to let it's cannons cool. The dimly lit room was shining from X's Z-Sabre, and Demos' new modified DX-Sabre, a longer and more powerful version of Havoc's D-Sabre. Scimitar laughed sarcastically.[/i] [b]Scimitar:[/b] "Well, this is very fair. Three mean Hunters against little, old me." [b]Demos:[/b] "Watch your backs, people. He'll knock your screws loose with a single hit if you're not careful." [i]With that said, X dashed in, firing shots from his Buster at the small of Scimitar's back, while lashing the Z-Sabre in his left hand about, sending small energy 'bullets' in Scimitar's general direction. When Scimitar turned to let loose an assult on X, Demos and Xion jumped into the fray, both landing solid kick in Scimitar's skull. Scimitar barely flinched. Everyone retreated a few meters away from that hulking bucket to quickly recover their sense of attacking.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] [i]("This is going to be a [b]very[/b] long day...")[/i]

[b]Demos:[/b] "Now, if we can get Fenir to stop talking about kicking people in the ***, I think we can get down to business." [i]Fenir blushed angrily. Did Demos know everything that went on around him? The answer, was yes, thanks to the ZSI Combat Command Module that he had installed into his HUD. But firstly, the little icy blue chip gave him heightened battle senses [Not that he really needed it; he's as sharp as a tack], but also gave him an extra boost of power, a charge-up, if you will. Demos moved along, his right eye twitching slightly, a sign that he was itching for a fight. He motioned towards the three-dimensional projection of the tower.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "This tower is our enemy. Our objective is to get to the roof level, and shut down all five of the generators which supply it's main power. After we disable the generators, the gas that's left in it's tanks, for back-up purposes, will kick in. It's at this time that we must go back down to Sub-Level Two, and plant an explosive device, triggered by a remote detonator. After that, we must make sure that the warheads, if there are any actually in there, are not active. IF they are, however, on, we'll have to deactivate them, using a key code. For secrecy sake, we'll be told then and only then the code by a secure radio line from HQ. After we have cleaned out the enemy troops, deactivated the generators, disabled the warheads, and planted an explosive device on the gas mains for the building, we'll reboard here, in [b]Alpha[/b], otherwise known as the [u]Alamo[/u]. I'll be dividing you all into squads, and if I hear but one of you complain about who you're buddied with, I'll blast you on the spot. Squad One, shall consist of Reverb, Nova, a Medic from one of the transporters outside, a Heavy-Artillery Drone, and Fenir. Squad Two, will be myself, Xion, another Medic, a Light-Gunner Drone, and X. Squad Three, unfortunately, will have to stay here and guard [b]Alpha[/b] and the other transporters. It will be made up of everyone else that was not mentioned. ... I suggest each one of you double check your systems now, because Intelligence tells us there are many, MANY enemies inside. Bear malice against every one of them. This is all or nothing, folks." [i]With that said, Demos installed a power cell into the Fusion Launcher module that he attached to his D3, and began charging up. All of his systems were giving the Go, as they were all at least above 80 percent. As the back ramp lowered to the ground as [b]Alpha[/b] hovered downwards, and lowered to the ground, Demos calmly walked out into the blistering sunlight. The ground around him was scorched, burned down to the very soil. The area around the tower had been eaten away, apparently, by radiation. Demos sneered, but was quickly reminded that the Squads had strong armor, and a little radiation wouldn't hurt them that bad. But he'd have to be careful to watch his step, and monitor the readings as he went along. Lowering his fully charged-up buster to where it was aimed at the broad side of the tower wall, he let the Fusion round fly, and reeled as the immense explosion shattered the re-enforced wall, sending debris everywhere. When the Squads entered the hole in the building, they saw the burnt-out shells of many Maverick droids, most blown apart. There were some in the rear of this sort of reception area, much like a business office building's, that where injured severely. But they could still fight. Both of the Squads let loose a tremendous volley of plasma shots, a literal Firing Squad for the droids in the rear of this room. After a minute of checking to make sure every enemy was dead, Squad One went to the elevator, and made it to the Fifth Story with a press of the button, however, the Fifth Story, as it was shown by the three-dimensional projection of the Silo, was bigger than the huge reception area-like first floor, as the tower escalated in size as it ascended. Squad Two took the stairs, blasting their way past bug-like sentry robots. This was going to be a long day...[/i]

...Actually, Demos is one of the most intelligent and experienced Hunters around, save Warlock. You're being the stupid one thinking a rookie with literally no background could hold a torch to him. -- -- -- -- -- [i]Demos sneered at Fenir. The fool could barely contain his fear. Fenir's face was flushed white, his biomechanical pupils shriveled to tiny specks. This kid was definitely cannon fodder, but this was something he would just have to instantly learn how to do. Demos, ignoring his hatred for the weak and stupid, turned to one of his better combat buddies, Nova. It was strange, seeing Nova standing there, just looking out the window. In retrospect, it was almost the same as that day with Elec, Plant, Wood, and Magnet. Sometimes, everything reminded Demos of that day. Specifically, the way Nova just peered out the window, in the exact same spot. Demos shook off this sudden nostalgic feeling, and stormed back into reality. He saw Fenir, who was still staring at him. Demos slightly smirked, as he dashed over to Fenir, the modified D3-Buster slamming into his face. Fenir was stunned, shocked, and frightened at the same time. Demos' overwhelming speed was certainly not to be taken lightly, and the sheer power of his buster could rip a hole through a full-out energy shield. Demos spoke softly, the barrel of his buster glistening in the light, still imbedded in Fenir's left cheek.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "Look here, rookie, you're wearing on my last nerve. Don't forget, that while I might not be the best at it, I am still in command. And I don't appreciate leers from some newbies who barely made it through Basic. Now stop staring at me, or you'll be the first thing I kill today. Got it?" [i]Fenir said nothing as Demos violently pushed off of him, and went back to one of the three-dimensional outlines of the tower, looking for any way of an 'easy' entrance. Fenir, still in his seat, rubbed his cheek silently. Somehow, he suddenly didn't feel as confident in himself in protesting against Demos as he did before...[/i]

[i]The only light that was emitted was from Neil's raging aura. As the house was plunged into darkness, Neil's eyes suddenly widened insanely, as he roared in rage and erupted in power, a hole shot through the roof as a beam of pure energy shot from his mouth, which was aimed skywards. As the beam neared the edge of the atmosphere, it exploded violently, sending more of the ki 'bullets' raining down upon Earth, killing thousands in a fiery vortext which quickly spread over the face of the planet. Neil stopped screaming, as the beam dipissitated slowly, and sat back down. His face returned to it's darkened state, his voice now calm, yet very much so telling all of his rage.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "I suggest you all turn the lights back on, NOW."

[i]Neil's right eye twitched, as his hand smoked slightly. This plushie **** was getting on his nerves. But still, he just sat on the ruins of the sofa, hunched over, wanting to get free of this horrid house and unleash Hell upon Otaku once again..[/i]

[i]Neil went balistic in a mere split-second. Going Super Saiya-jin Two in a heartbeat, a hole in the Dark Void and appeared in the living room. As soon as his presense there was shown, the room was quite easily obliterated. Aiming his hand downwards, Neil charged up a small, black orb in his hand, and clutched a fist. This ki bomb exploded under the pressure change, sending small 'bullets' of ki everywhere. The area around Neil looked like a block of swiss cheese. Barreling straight through the wall, Neil came into the Meeting Room, where most of the girls had retreated to, the Demon Saiya-jin reared his right fist, the one he used the ki grenade with, powered up slightly as he slung his fist into the floor. After a two second delay, the room was ripped apart by a shockwave created by a sudden surge of energy. The foundation of the house was slowly vaporizing. Soaring past his limitations, Neil went Fire Saiya-jin, frying the debris in the room, as well as blasting the retreating girls outwards with a billowing surge of extra G-forces which were shot out from the boost of energy that was slowly pulling the Earth off of it's gravitational orbit. Opening his left palm towards the Den, Neil let a fiery, yellow ki orb with a streaming tail fly true, like an arrow from an archer, to the nearby edge wall. The room was vaporized in a flash of flames, a pillar of ki ripping a hole straight out of the house and into space. Flying out of that hole, Neil began pelting the house with that nifty move, the Renzoku Energy Dan. A good ten minutes of shelling, Neil slammed back down onto the Den floor, crashing straight through into Flash's underground lair. Flash, knowing full well that Neil could desimate the universe five times over in this stage alone, fell to his knees, his hands in a knot.[/i] [b]Neil, please don't kill me! I BEG YOU! SPARRRRRREEEEE MEEEEE!![/b] [b]Neil:[/b] "Why should I? You selected Craig for nomination. I should eliminate you right now." [b]But...I bet next week you'll be free from this prison.[/b] [b]Neil:[/b] "..." [i]Neil floated upwards, and sat down on the ruins of the couch in the Den, still powered up. His eyes dark, his brow drawn tight, Neil was as volatile as ever. One push, and kiss existance goodbye.[/i]

[i]Neil, growing weary of this plain of existance, shifts himself into the Dark Void, bringing the boys' room along with him. Ken continued playing his game; he had been in the Dark Void his share amount of times, so it was nothing to get worked up about. Craig, however, hadn't. Plus, everyone's favorite Welsh guy was drunk. So you know what kind of things he was seeing...[/i] [b]Ken:[/b] "Got tired of everyone's Saturday-morning cartoon antics?" [b]Neil:[/b] "Yeah. And I wish one would walk into the hole in existance I created where the room used to be." -- -- -- -- Please note that I, and I alone, can control the Dark Void. So you can't "pull us back and make us sit in a desk". So there.

[i]In a twisting pillar of ki shot from his hand, Neil had obliterated Liam and his moronic counterpart in a huge torrent of flames. Looking at the smoldering ash on the ground, he motioned towards it, a black essance surrounding it. In a loud bang, and in a bright flash, the paper was back, completely fine. For some added protection, Neil put a barrier of ki around the essay, and sealed it. In other words, YOU IDIOTS CAN'T TOUCH THE ESSAY!![/i] [b]Neil:[/b] [b][Ran][/b]"Booyaka *****."[b][/Ran][/b]

[b]Neil:[/b] "All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy." [i]Ten Minutes Later...[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. All play and no work makes Neil a happy boy. ...^-^;;" [b]Mini-Neil:[/b] "...Somebody shoot me..." [i]At that, Neil's shotgun was leveled at the plushie, and in a bang, the room was covered in fluff, and there was a hole the size of a watermelon in the floor.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "Done and done. ^-^"

[i]Demos sweltered with rage. Firstly, that lame excuse of a commander Signas... How could he have been so STUPID?! God, with any luck, a warhead would hit HQ and eliminate the entire Hunter force. That moron Signas. Leaving such a devastatingly powerful resource unattended. Secondly...Demos had half a mind to go back right now and break Zero in two with his own hands. Zero, who had taken his fair share of swings at other Hunters for no good reason, had the nerve to stop him when it was deemed necessary?! Sighing angrily, like others have seen him do in his century and a half span of existence countless times, Demos stood, downloading various weapon extensions, including a Fusion Rocket Cannon addition, which will be helpful in getting through re-enforced walls. Grabbing three extra power cells for the Warhammer Sabre, Demos decided to take something he had left out that time with the...attack...with Flash: The ZSI Combat System command chip (Which will be explained in a later post. And no, Flash, not the BlackWing ZSI..;)). Demos...was ready.[/i] [b].:Elsewhere, sometime after when the Elite Squad leaves:.[/b] [i]'This is wrong, completely and totally wrong. And I know I'll live to regret this.' Those were the thoughts that raced through Signas' head as he sent the message for Havoc to go with the Squad...[/i] -- -- -- -- -- And that's all for today's episode of "Confusing-*** ****."

Demos: "You're lucky you're a girl... ...Or I would have to find myself a new hobby." Lethe: "...Say that again and you'll never be able to sit again." Demos: "'Don't flatter yourself'."

Neil: Well, in the spirit of things... FFVIII, I CHOOSE YOU!! Mini-Neil: You ever make a reference like that again, and say goodbye to your Music Video folder... Neil: Ah, you really are an evil bastard... ...I love you so much. You are such a GOOD minion. Mini-Neil: --;;; [i]A few...minutes...later.[/i] Neil: Final Fantasy VIII is about a group of teens going around fighting this entire army on a floating bowl. This game, however, should be renamed "Trip into Un-developed character-ville". Mainly because the starring character's catchphrase is "........". The End. [b]Neil, you get an F. Lazy bastard.[/b] Neil: Hell yes. My streak continues... *fires a random ki blast* -- Haha, most of you don't know it, but I stole the idea of that from Karnak...^-^;;;

[i]As Havoc was pounded even further into the animated cliff wall, his rage began to climb higher to a level higher than he had ever felt before. A sudden break in the yellow plasma blobs that were fired at him gave him the chance to roll out of the divot in the ground that was made by his body being hammered around. Havoc backflipped upwards, onto the bowl-like cliff wall, before dashing straight up. A quick, boost-empowered jump put him in slashing range of one of the sniper droids. He landed on the head of one, before rearing his right hand backwards. With a single, swift jab, the sniper droid now had a nice, clear hole where it's power core once was. Havoc dash-jumped once again, just as the drone he jumped on exploded. He fired a thin beam of energy from the buster that formed in place of his left hand. This sea-blue blast, obviously the DX-Buster was set on Rail Gun, went through two more droids, as they crossed each other. Two more explosions insued, as shrapnel disabled another one of the First-Level droids. Havoc landed, croutched, with his right hand, still gleaming with energy with the D-Claws, bracing him upwards so that no damage would befall him from his ten story plummet. At this point, the Napalm replica turned it's fiery cannon towards Havoc, and fired a glob of nitro-charged plasma his way...[/i]

[Neil eat the beef jerky in a flash, the syrup giving him an indestructible inner-coating in his stomach. Therefore, he could eat anything in the world, and it would not harm him. Even food from Arizona. Thus, the rampage upon the kitchen had began...] -- WB...>

[Neil looked harshly at Mini-Ken, his eyes showing a hint of hunter green.] Neil: Tiny beast. YOU WANT MY SYRUP, DON'T YOU?! Mini-Ken: FOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD-- [As Mini-Ken lept for Asuka's plate of pancakes, the tiny plushie was blasted bodily away by a black orb of ki, sporting a streaming tail which let off a vapor trail that reeked of darkness. Back outside, Ken was starting to get the feeling back in his legs, while dusting off his pants. Out of seemingly nowhere, however, his plushie counterpart came screaming through the wall, still stuck on the burning black ball of energy, heading straight for him.] Mini-Ken: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Ken: This just isn't my day.. [At that moment a small explosion was heard, as the two Mexican-accented screaming voices were proppelled into the pool, yelling out "SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!". Back in the house, Neil found an extra bottle of syrup in the pantry. He held it high in the air, laughing maninically, claiming victory. However, Juu's second plate of pancakes was a bit dry, so she calmly walked up, took the bottle from Neil, and walked back to her seat at the table.] Neil: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-- ... Juu: Thankies Neil! ^-^ Neil: ...:bawl:

[Neil rounded the corner to the bathroom, only to be trampled down by Asuka, who's rush to the nearest mirror and brush was yielded by no man, woman, or inanimate object whatsoever. Neil stood up, forming a cup over his crotch (he still had to piss like the dickens), as he walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the fancy-shmancy bar stools. He sighed, watching Juu eat some pancakes.] Neil: Hey, can I-- Juu: No. The syrup is mine. Neil: Awww... But I wanted to be like the guys in Super Troopers. Juu: *chews a rather large bite of flapjacks* No. Neil: ... ... ... *slowly reaches towards syrup bottle* Juu: *thwacks Neil's hand with a really, really, really, really, REALLY big spatula* Neil: ...God dammit..

[In a flat second, Oozaru Neil stood up again, mouth roaring with a furious blue beam of pure ki. That's how Ken was knocked through the Big Brother House again. Through the dark room. Smashing into Flash. And smashing both of them into the bipolar machine, destroying it. A compairitivly small explosion insued, as Flash was heard screaming "CRAP CRAP CRAP!!". Neil instantly shrung down to his normal, Saiya-jin self, in his street clothes. He carelessly walked into the Guys' room, to see Asuka watching The Shining on his PS2. He made a 'O_o;;;', before sitting against the wall watching it as well. Elsewhere, Ken drunkenly staggered outside of the creater of the Dark Room in which Flash resided. He took up a weapon, a broken beer bottle, and made his way to the Guys' room. As soon as he opened the door, gravatational influxuations sent him hurling outside again. He heard Craig mutter something.] Ken: What was that? *wiggles pinky finger in right ear* Craig: I said "Ewww...your left ear!". [Ken felt the left side of his head, only to be able to stick his hand in his skull where his ear once was.] Ken: DAMMIT!! NOT THE EAR AGAIN! -- OOC: The ear thing is an old and personal joke...XD

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Red XIII [/i] [B][color=teal]Guys Sephiroth will sart the RPG in his own good time, which will hopefully be soon. Neil just calm down a bit, it'll start [/color] [/B][/QUOTE] Calm down? You obviously don't know me very well. Seppy, Craig, Aj, and countless others on these here boards know that THAT was a joke-ish post. So stop trying to play me, or you'll get burned again. So there. ;)

[Neil suddenlt appeared next to Ken, and helped him to his feet. Ken dusted himself off, sighing slightly.] Ken: Thanks...I guess. Neil: ^-^;;; Keeny-san! Ken: ... Neil: ^-^;;; Ken: ... Neil: ^-^;;; Ken: ...*SLAP!* [Neil was *****-slapped so hard, he ended up in the tree outside, looking straight up. At. The. Full. Moon.] Ken: ...****IN HELL!! Craig: You idiot. Making a Saiya-jin look at a full moon. Real smart. Especially Neil. Ken, this is coming out of your pay. Ken: Dammit... ...I need a beer.. Craig: Too late. Drank everything in the house that contained alcohol. Ken: Bastard. [It was at this point in time when Ken was stepped on by none other than Oozaru Neil, who was roaring in fury, as random ki blasts were shot from his mouth in a fit of anger.]

...The **** is wrong with you people? Signas is supervising Havoc's training, and Demos is watching that same thing. God-****ing-DAMMIT! When will people actually READ what's going on?! -_-;;

[i]Havoc stood completely upright, having shot down a wave of droids. It was at the point in training sessions where the system stopped for a few minutes when a communication link was opened up. Havoc chuckled at the sarcastic tone of his brother's request.[/i] [b]Havoc:[/b] "Tell the rookie to wake up and smell the coffee. Now, begin the program again!!" [i]With that, the comm. link was severed, as the Sim darkened again, the artificial surroundings changing into that of a desert, with high cliffs encircling a deep, deep valley. When the droids appeared, it was as if Havoc was in a nightmare. Huge creatures around two stories high and fully decked out in armor and weapons were the fodder of this setting. Huge flying beasts of drones were the Level Two attackers. Snipers, to be exact. They would provide cover-fire while damaged droids retreated. But the worst, of them all, was a drone that looked remarkibly like Napalm, that beast of a demon-machine, that Warlock almost got himself killed, trying to defeat. Exactly at the moment that Havoc was about to advance upon one of the Level One droids, the D-Sabre's power cells expired. The D-Sabre flickered twice, before dispursing in a violent display of steel-blue lightning. Havoc holstered his wonderful beam weapon, and stuck his hands out to the side. His fingertips glew a wonderful, faint neon-blue, as beam claws extended outwards, the same color as the D-Sabre. This was one of Havoc's many new upgrades. The D-Claws. Havoc sprung forward, already slashing with these deadly scythes that were now part of his being. He ripped through the bottom of one of the Level One drones, smirking as the thing fell over, missing one of it's four, spider-like legs in a sparking heap of burning pain. But as soon as he came from under the droid, all five of the Level 2 drones blasted Havoc into the cliff wall...[/i] -- Not much, but I'm not in a very 'RPGish' mood today,

Well, seeing as how in like three posts I mentioned that Havoc was going to the Training Sims because he had to have an evaluation after being in Iso for so long, I naturally thought you'd actually understand that Havoc would be in Training. Also, provided the fact that in my post before last I explained that Havoc was going to be in the Sims for somewhere about two days straight. Why you had him walking AWAY from the Sims is beyond me. To put it simple, I fixed your error.

[i]Havoc paid the rookie no mind. He often got stares of shock and confusion drawn his way. What he did mind, however, was the fact that the droids were starting to circle around him, just waiting there as if he was a small child thrown into a pool of stark-raving-mad, starving sharks. Also, he did notice Signas, along with some Doctor. Strange, Havoc found this. The Doctor in Signas' company seemed quite familier. He looked very much so like Dr. Lev-- Havoc's attention was shattered as three droids from his 6 o'clock fired a collective bolt of energy his way. The result was truly stunning as this ball of neon-red energy was met with the D-Sabre. The dull steel blue energy blade effortlessly rebounded the shot to Havoc's left, shattering a heavy artillery droid into shrapnel in a brillient flash of an explosion. And the battle...had started. Havoc sumersaulted backwards, landing in a crouched position with the D-Sabre drawn back in a pose of excellent coordination, as Havoc's nearly black armor glistened with a faint hint of aqua. A close-range Reploid replica from days long past dashed in, attempting to swat Havoc forward with a hammer made out of a type of a beam of some kind. Havoc, being the extremely over-kill kind of guy that he was, lurched over that replica's advancing self, only to split in half down the middle of it's body. The Maverick Hunter then made two cross-slashes, cutting the Reploid remake into six pieces. For an agonizing few seconds, the world seemed to twist about the hands of time, in a style that was once called "The Matrix", showing the increadibly agile and backbreakingly-fast movements of Havoc. That very Hunter, performed a tight, wheeling roundhouse, knocking the remains of the Reploid drone, which had not yet exploded, into the remaining artillery drone. The collision was, very much so, explosive, as a shell was fired from the drone just a split second before. More debris rained down in the Training Area, as Havoc moved about his foes, slashing with deadly precision. This went on, the hapless slaughter of Droid after Droid, replica after replica, for another three hours. By now, Demos had come to watch, along side of this 'Fenir' character, acompanied by Proteus, who was wandering around HQ, thinking, and had been dragged along by Demos. In the private 'executive' room, Signas was indeed impressed, along with Zero, whom of which came to view as well about an hour ago [Although Zero would never admit he was impressed]. But Signas wanted to see how far Havoc could go. So, Zero turned up the intensity like Signas requested, up to level 16. But Zero, the bitter taste of vengeance getting the best of him, turned the level capacity up to level 20...[/i] -- I expect each and every one of you to not interfere with this with some bullcrap like "____ jumped in and blewed up all of the robots and saved havoc from beings kills". You do this, and I'll get Piro to stomp on you. Got me? And no, I have no plan on having Havoc being all uuber-cool and destroying everything with the Sims set on level 20. This is my way of showing off my new gear, which most will be revieled in my next two posts. So nyah. [size=1]And yes, I realize this post could be better, considering my standards, but expect some real nice work in my next few add-ins...;)[/size]

You know what would be cool? If I was actually ABLE to be able to go online on the fifth...-_-;;;

Dear God...the comic mischief is over-whelming! *dies of all of the cuddily cuteness* -In Hell- Neil: ...Invite me...if there's gonna be some booze and some bitches. Hell yes. Satan/Dad: Now remember Neil, no more orgies. Neil: ****it.