Chaos

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]*sigh* Where is Neil[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] I'm here. It just took me about 5 days to get my comp back and running again... [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]................and Warlock, and DeathKnight, and Stormwing.......? This isn't fair![/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] Oh, so you don't like bein around me. Thanks! I feel so loved! :bawl: -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- [i]Neil's body shivered at Sabir's delicate touch, not accustomed to being in such a position.[/i] Sabir: Try to relax Neil....... Neil: I am........It's just that....well...... Sabir: What? I make you tremble at my touch? :smirk: Neil: Well, uh, umm......uhhhhh.........:o

*quickly fills out form for position.........slides it in box.* :D -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- [i]Blank snapped his right hand backwards, cleaning off the green alien's head. The other Secraians slowly evaded, trying to escape. Blank's eyes opened, a combonation of anger and smugness. Whipping his right hand back forward, and unleashed a volly of milloins of Ki discs. The barrage created a more-or-less straight line of destruction, every single one exploding on impact. Blank continued this process for a good ten minutes, leveling the eintire area. Xaida slowly descended into the air, stopping some five meters away. Craig joined Blank's side, his usual look of over-swelled ego.[/i] Xaida: Very nice and all, Blank........But you COULDA LEFT US SOME! Blank: You know it's not my style to leave my plate uncleaned. Craig: Xaida, you know as well as I do, it's pointless to argue with this dumb lummox. Blank: You say something? Craig: Notta thing. Blank: Oh. Xaida: :rolleyes:

[i]Neil blushed, his weakness still very much so still there. He looked to the right, thinking deeply. Sabir raised an eyebrow, trying to pick up on his train of thought.[/i] Sabir: Uh.........Neil? What's wrong? Neil: Nothing..............Just that.............. *raises jacket and shirt* Still have thw wound.......... Can't exactly do much. So ya..

[i]Drake's eyes twitched in horror. The same beasts that killed Little Julia.....were brought to the mainland by the very man that sat before him. Drake's rage swelled, as did all his emotions. Tears began to form in his eyes, as the tape played inhis mind over and over and over again. His vision was blinded; he could truely not see anything. When he could finally see, he saw what he was doing. He had Prince by the neck, ramming him repeatedly into the wall, tears flooding from his face. He also found that Raynor and Craig were pulling him back, slowly breaking his grip on the now-blue faced Prince. Finally calming down, Drake leaned up against the wall with one hand, breathing heavily. Craig walked over, handing him a straight shot og Vodka. Drake downed it in a second. Back on the other side of the room, Raynor questioned Prince.[/i] Raynor: What did you tell him? [i]Prince's eyes told the darkness that his face did not express, as he walked away.[/i] Prince: Nothing of importance...

Neil: Well..I could break your arm......Or fingers......Or--*gets the *ahem* idea of his, which he thinks is *cough* correct* Oh.......OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. Wait.......*whisper, whisper* That? :confused:

Drake:.......I'll say... Lidan: Pardon? Drake: Nothin....... Lidan: [i](Hah....This guy is absolutly clueless..... But somehow,.......he's funny.)[/i] Drake: *slowly reaches for the radio* Lidan: Don't touch it. [i]Lidan smirked/rolled her eyes asDrake shyly pulled away, resting his chin on his arm, which was propped up on the window. He sighed deeply, and began humming a tune that was suspiciously familier to "Get Born Again".[/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]*sigh* Well I'm really verging on bored. What's the name of Freiza's minion.......the cute one with green hair? I wanna bring him into the story a bit.[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] Zarbon, and don't worry. He'll get in this story eventually. And plus, you're forgetting his monster form...*shudders*...........Blank is waaaaaaaay better..:p And a better fighter, too. :D And we'll be arriving on Namek as soon as Craig decides to post the *blots out plot-line* that we're suppost to fight. Craig deals with "Before Namek" Saga........:whoops: Too much plot....:cross:

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Altron Gundam [/i] [B]12:30 - Gundam 0083(YES!! YES!!! Stardust Memory is BACK!!! I have the video but its a great series)[/B][/QUOTE] *eyes buldge, as Neil sets every VCR on Earth to record 0083* And thanks you Altron...knowung me, I woulda NEVER have found out! [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Final_Flash [/i] [B]Oh cool, new Adult Swim. I guess I'll get to see that in... Oh, 20, 30 years, maybe. Stupid friggin' NZ... [/B][/QUOTE] *pats Flash on the back* My friend, I weep for you. I also laugh at you! *bursts out laughing, knowing that Flash will die before he can ever see the Buu Saga or 0083 for that matter* *ducks Super-Heater Hammer*

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by gundamcat17 [/i] [B] sound anything like scythe to anyone. I had heard about the release before but not all the new names.by the way cn and its producers have always been dumb but you got to figure changing the names of god and devil gundams was kind of smart. last thing they need is to get bashed by the christian coalition.i mean if religion was not a factor eva would have been released long ago. [/B][/QUOTE] Thus another reason why we hate the American government... [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Ice Dragon v2 [/i] [B]Blah, I'm gonna write to CN saying that they should leave it the names alone. It doesn't sound right and plus, look at the title: Moblie Fighter God Gundam. One day people are gonna ask what the "G" stood for. [/B][/QUOTE] So help me, if someone REALLY asks that, I will personally roll the CN HQ, and then procede to take it over. But seriously, CN just lost a [size=4]BIG[/size] chunk of people's trust/admiration(If they got any to start with, that is...)

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]Yerah, we're just dying to see you back here. :rolleyes: In fact, we can hardly contain ourselves......[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] [sarcasm] Really?[/sarcasm] ¬¬ Sorry yall. Jus needed to say that...*goes off to actually think up something to continue from this point, and doesn't want to make the RPG last two pages.*

Neil: Could always fire a few rounds from the .45.. Sabir: No.. Neil: Why not? Sabir: One: You might hit the cables. Two: It's getting kinda cozy in here. Neil: Three: Maybe from lack of oxygen? Sabir: Oi....... We DO have an air supply. The door does have a crack in it. Neil: Oh........Anyway....... Screaming might help. Sabir: Yeah..... It might. Or we could just be wasting our breath. Or, I COULD just punch you in the gut. I'm sure someone would hear THAT scream. Neil: :o I'll be quiet now.............

Drake: Naw, I wouldn't let them Lidan: What was that? Drake: I said ummmmmmm.........."Naw, they too stupid to know how to rape". Lidan: Sounded different the first timr. Sounded kinda funny too. Drake: :o Lidan: Embarrassed? :smirk: Drake: Hell, let's just get out of here....I call driver! Lidan: :demon: Drake: *comicly* Or maybe you should drive, yeah. Lidan: Smart boy..

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DeathKnight [/i] [B][color=crimson]I think only I could get lost in an RPG he created... Someone tell me where the **** I am...[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] You're still in NYC -------------- [i]Drake's face had long since turned to his normal indifferent look. Lidan and he were in Buffalo, New York, looking at a cheesy, greasy bar as they rode up in the Diablo. Stepping out, Drake still held his HK-5 close, but he also slipped a .45 in the back of his belt, letting his lose shirt cover it up. Lidan slipped one of her 9MMs in a holster in her back. Together they walked in the bar, Drake being as kind enough to open the door for Lidan. They sat side-by-side, each ordering a drink. A dusty biker approached them after about twenty minutes or so, leaning on the bar next to Lidan.[/i] Biker: So, baby...you with this fåg, or just sittin there? Lidan: :therock: Drake: Hey buddy. I think you best take a walk into on-coming traffic. Biker: YOU TALKIN TO ME?! Drake: Ya..... Now, I'm not saying that I could kick your åss all the way to Chicago [size=1]even though I can, but that's beside the point.[/size] What I AM saying is that this lovely lady right cha' can do it all by herself. So I suggest you beat it. Or get beaten. Biker: *pulling out a switchblade* You wanna say that again, to my little friend here? Drake: *sigh* Ok, apparently you don't get hints, or take kindly to warnings. So here's a brief lesson. *punches Biker into wall* "Shut... *slams Biker onto table, corner first* ...up" [i]The Biker slowly staggered up, picking up his little toy again. He staggered over towards Drake, but Lidan stood, giving him a swift right boot to the jaw...without jumping or anything.[/i] Lidan: Ok, here's another lesson... *elbows Biker in the side of the neck* "Get... *left kick to Biker's face, sending him through a window, not jumping again*...stuffed." [i]After a few minutes, the Biker and his friends ran off, speeding away on choppers. Lidan sat again, next to the still-calm Drake, who was seated, eyes closed, sipping a Miller.[/i] Drake: Remind me to never piss you off.

Neil: Now that YOU'RE happy, think this pice of **** might work? Sabir: Well.....I don't think so. I mean, these things are a good decade, more or less, old. Neil: Well, let's try THIS! [i]Neil, without getting up, simply plowed his fist into the panel. The '8' button to be exact. He left a deep indention in the face of the panel, making the situation look even worse. Sabir groaned deeply, covering her eyes with her right hand. She pushed Neil backwards onto the back wall gently. Moving like a feline goddess, she slid up close next to him. Neil gingerly drapped his left arm around her shoulder, mentally bashing himself for losing his composure. But apparently Sabir was in his mind.[/i] Sabir: Now Neil... You can't help if you have no slef control.. Just sit here, and relax. *slides a little closer* Neil: I still shoulda kept calm... Bah.

Nay, Sere. The RPG is mine. This fan-fic is kinda-sorta like a fan-fic of Ken's back over at the JVF... *shrugs* And yes, I can see if you would get a tad confuzzled..:p

*veins pop up on forehead, anime style* People, remember........This dinos are smarter than your average bear...-.-x BTW, who here has read JP(The FIRST book)? ------------------- [i]Drake slowly walked throughout the hotel, making sure all of the windows were locked and that the bars were shut. The fence outside was still not electrified, but were able to hold out the smaller animals.....They hoped... Drake walked back to the main room, where most of the people were standing around, thinking about how they would never get off of the island. Drake sighed heavily, ignoring the itching fact that he missed something. A room somewhere. Or a window. Walking near a table, he looked at Prince with his classic poker face.[/i] Drake: Listen..........I'd like to thank you... Ya know, for helpin me.. I doubt I woulda been able to keep them both off. And something bothers me.. Prince: What's that? Drake: Why are you here?

Hey everyone. My comp is totally f'ed right now, so I'll post later on tonight when I got to my Mom's office. And my comp gets fixed tommorow, so I'll be back 100% by around 7pm(Central time). Aren't you guys(and gal) happy? :D

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B] guys can't have TRUE PMS, although I'm convinced there is some type or equivalent for men... [/B][/QUOTE] There is. It's called "Being-left-by-your-father-at-the-age-of-4-and-haing-to-be-all-frickin-buddybuddy-with-the-wh0re-for-ten-years-who-permanitly-screwed-up-your-life" Whoops, that's a tad too long. Oh well. We can just call it "bein pissed"...:D

Well, I like the freedom of it(Even though NOTHING could match JVF's freedom.. LONG LIVE THE POWER SWIRL!), the generally exellent members, and most importantly G&S/Poetry/Graphic Design. Those are my homes. Everywhere else is just a bar. And I have to say, I wouldn't've met some of the coolest people that I'll most likely ever know without this place (I.E. Ken, Flashy, Locky, Rico, Raiha, James....You get the idea.....the people that hate me! :D) So ya, this place is very kick-åss. And that's just the board. So don't get me started on the other places.....:D -Neil

[i]Flash suddenly ducked, the white streak screaming overhead. Flash was about to unleash a volly of ki bombs, but he stopped, knowing what it was. Blank landed forcefully on the ground, creating a small crater. He stood, arms still above his head, slowly lowering down. He walked calmly to Flash, looking around at his surroundings, charting, planning, plotting.[/i] Blank: Status? Flash: No life forms in the area... Heh.... But that's bad. Where the Hell is everyone. Blank: Five.. Four Xaida: Three..Two Flash: One. [i]With defeafening explosions, the rest of the pods plummeted into the crust of the planet, burrowing deeply. Each one of the Warriors arose into the air, clothes whipping in the steady wind of the dusk setting. They were ready...[/i]

[i]Biting his lip, and raising his left eyebrow at the same time, Neil reached in his right pants pocket, pulling out a pack of Camel Extras and a lighter.[/i] Neil: *handing over items* Since when do you smoke?

Since Craig didn't seem to want to post..-_- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- [i]Down below, Blanka was encircled by a posioniously colored aura--a crisp, golden one. His hair spiked up slightly. But it was still black. The Rojin Oozaru's looked in horror, as his power continued to sky-rocket. But they weren't just going to stand there. The each exploded in their own auras, power levels jumping. Blanka's face went back to the uncaring stare, as his hands wrapped backwards, as if he was doing a Kamehameha. A small green orb collected in his cupped hands. It grew bigger by the second, forcing clouds above to depisitate. The sky darkened with the light below, shadows dancing around. Blanka rolled his hands upward, keeping the orb there, above his head. Blanka brought his hands out, like the last step of the Kamehameha. He had just screamed out "Galva Hay-OKEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN!!!" when the green orb shot out. It was maybe about the size of a semi. It collided with the first Rojin, exploding on impact. A huge mushroom cloud of nothing but flames formed around, annialating the surrounding eight miles. After a few minutes, the fires died out. Four of the Rojins were gone, blown away. The others had long since detransformed, putting out too much energy trying to resist the attack. But Blanka wasn't peachy-keen himself. In fact, he was quite a mess. He had lost most of his power, putting most of it into the attack. His power had dropped severly, and now his was having to use most of his powers to just keep going. The attack also had harmed him some as well. His clothes were charred, his left arm bleed, slashed from the shoulder to the elbow. This was indeed going to be hard. The Rojins were collecting themselves, while Blanka was still stunned. He lowered down to the cracked ground, swaying with exaustion. It looks like he would have to go into his deepest of the deepest of powers after all.[/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Warlock [/i] [B] And if you can't understand me, don't worry. Even I can't understand what I just typed... [/B][/QUOTE] Somehow I knew you were just babbling..;)

[i]Drake walks down the street, oblivious to everything. Cure for the Itch blares in his headphones. But the sounds of gunfire made his head slowly rise. Reaching from behind his back, he pulled out a .45 in his right hand. He continued to walk at his relaxed pace, leaving his CD player on as well, towards the sound of battle..[/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Final_Flash [/i] [B] *Explodes with laughter* [/B][/QUOTE] Dear God, how do you find that funny? That's just sick...¬¬ Oh, God........Flash already has it in his sig......Lord helps us......