Chaos

[i]Ten Saiyan Space Pods took off from Planet Vegeta. In some, Saiyans. In others were unknown, personel under Frieza. They took off to a distant, huge planet, to be conquered. What kind of perels would they face? Only time will tell...[/i] -- -- -- -- -- -- Sorry it's crappy; I need to do some stuff. Please continue..

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]Not to mention the fact that he stole my character's race....and I've been here for how much longer? ~~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] No..........Cruizr stole the Changeling thing... :rolleyes: Now who suffurering from stupidity? :rolleyes: :rolleyes:

Neil: Ok, can I get a drink now? Sabir:.......That's why we're going upstairs, Neil...... Neil:.......Oh...... Sabir: Good Lord... Neil: What? Sabir: Nothing. [i]Wheeling on his right foot, he headed for the stairs. But apparently Sabir wanted to take the elevator, because she drug him to the lift. Punching the button, Sabir tapped her foot impatiently, waiting........waiting........waiting. The confirming bell dinged, as Sabir stepped into the threshold, still dragging Neil along. The ride was slow-going. The lift needed a good greasing. Halfway up to the Eighth Floor, Sabir tapped the 'Stop' button. She quickly turned around, facing the confused Neil.[/i] Sabir: So, are you truely ok? Neil: Uhhhhhh....^^;;; Ya, Me'sa ok! Sabir:..........I suppose that's the closest thing you'll ever get to being ok/sane. Neil: You say something? Sabir: Nope. [i]Sabir turned arond again, presing the '8' button. The elevator whirred again, but it grinded to a halt after climbing about ten feet. Neil walked up to the panel, pressing the '8' button numberious times, but the thing didn't move. They were stuck inbetween the floors, which were seperated by a good twenty-five feet.[/i] Neil: Well, looks like were.....uhhhhh........What's the word? Sabir: Trapped, stuck, not going anywhere......Choose your pick. Neil: Right. Look like were stuck. Bah. I'll never get a drink at THIS rate. Blast it...

[i]Pressing his right hand on the barrel of the M-79, Drake rolled onto the trunk. *FWOOM!* The first Demon Bird suddenly had no upper body. It crashed onto the ground, splattering blood along the ground. Two more to go. Another shell was in the chamber, the "sweet spot" was held down, and another round was pumped out. *FWOOM!* The second Wing'd Death dropped from the sky, a hole the size of a Ford F-350 where it's gut should be. The third one was a bit wary now. But Drake was not going to be out-done. Using the third shell, he aimed right above the creature. A sure hit. Lidan screamed something, but Drake couldn't make it out, so he shruged it off. But as soon as he pulled the trigger, the car bounced. A pothole. The round's aim went off, clearing the Wing'd Death's body completely. But it did hit a gas station tanker.....which was next to the gas station. Drake flipped back into the passenger's seat, face white. He looked at Lidan, and said two words.[/i] Drake: Drive faster.

Ugh........ Ok, since I know nothing about GTA3, I'll stop annoying you all with my clueless posts..*walks off muttering something about chickens stealing a wallet*

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by NeoCactuar [/i] [B]Name: Cactuar Age: 25 Race: Saiyan/cactuar Weight: 200 lbs Height: 6'10" Bio: Cactuar is the son of a Saiyan warrior who had a certain 'fettish' with cactus's and well, you get where that leads. So cactuar is half Saiyan and half cactuar. He has been raised as a normal child, allthough he looks kind of weird. Untill he started displaying a power only seen by saiyan Elites, so he was trialed and accepted. Apperance: Looks like a cactuar (See picture) Wears Namick armour gifted to him by a traveller who went by the name of 'King Picollo' Allthough no-one knows it as Namick armour, so the refear to it as 'Cactuars Armour'. Disposition: A good hearted, freindly person in netural or friendly situations. But when the battle comes he turns into a perfect warrior, considering every aspect of the battle, before he enters in combat. Power Level: 20 000 [/B][/QUOTE] Ok, now that's just wrong...

[i]Drake tensed up, hearing the soft thudding sound. Something was out there. Literally kicking the window out, he brought up his shotgun, aiming to various places in the night's forest. The trees to the left rustled. Drake wasted no time. He barraged the area with shells, shredding the forest's silence. The shockwaves of the punding became more frenzied, retreting into the distance. Whatever it was, was big......... But that was a minor bother now. In the distance, Drake heard a dirt bike reving. A dirt bike meant people. And people meant a way off of the island. Drake shot downstairs in a matter of seconds alone. He thrashed the kitchen door open, going out of the back of the hotel. He charged into the forest, HK-5 and shotgun leading in front of him. But he stopped dead when he heard the sound. A gugrling noise. Looking slowly to the left, he saw what it was. A Carnotaur. Drake almost screamed his lungs out. He was less than a foot away from it. It was sleeping. A sudden noise to the right, same as before. Moving slowly, Drake's suspecions were fearfully answered. Another one of the smelly beasts laid there. He was trapped...[/i]

In a bit. I'm waiting to see if Raiha and/or Pyro will join. And don't worry Locky, I'll make sure to tell you when it's up.:p

Now, this RPG will be set back way back when Planet Vegeta still exists. We start much as the Saiyans do, missions and what not for Frieza. I know it sounds bleak, but trust me, I've got one hella of a story lined up.. Basic plot: Those that join will be on a distant planet, conqoring it, when some of Freiza's henchmen come to attack us.. If we survive, we'll find a way to take revenge on Frieza for destroying Planet Vegeta......IF we survive..... Here's what you need.. Name: Age: Race: Weight: Height: Bio: Apperance: Disposition: Power Level: &&&&&&&& Everyone has 20,000 as a power level as a max as of the start &&&&&&&& Name: Blank Age: 17 Race: Saiyan Weight: 215lbs Height: 6' 3" Bio: The son of Turlitz, brother of Craig. A very powerful Saiyan warrior, and is currently on a mission to take out the planet, Secra 2(The one we shall go to when the RPG starts) Appearance: He has hair like Brolli's, but with out the ponytail-looking part in the back. Wears a Saiyan suit that's near-identical to Vegeta's for his up-coming search on Earth, except it's a few shades darker on his jump-suit(Blank's). Has a tail. Devilish good looks. Tall, very muscular. Disposition: Quiet, but get him mad, and HOOOOOOOO BOY, LOOK OUT! =P Power Level: 19,000

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Ryu [/i] [B]SuperSayian they're not exactly my bodyguards...more like friends who I drive around with.[/B][/QUOTE] Ya, you can do that. It's an RPG afterall..:p

Nice Charlie! ^^;; It's good. And yes, it's short enough. [font=tahoma] I step out into the daylight, Questioning eveything. Why is this like that? Why is that like this? Why is anything like everything? And why is everything like anything? Everything screams with pain. And feeling Death's grasp. Letting the skies pour with blood as rain. I'm so sick of this. Just let it end. It shall cease the bliss. And numb it all. The World's End. A Final Fall.[/font] [b][i]-A Final Fall[/i][/b]

*cough* AlmightSSJ4 and Gruffy? Uhhhhhhhh.....we're all in a hotel type thing. If you guys have read the book, then you know what I'm talkin bout. But ehhhhhhhhhhh...............Those posts are pointless........ So, I reinterate. Everyone except Flash is INSIDE of an abandoned hotel on the island, with no electricty. See, we're scared out of our wits, you see. If you make a post of you going outside, then that's fine... But uhhhhhh........you get the idea..

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Warlock [/i] [B] Woohjoo?:therock: [/B][/QUOTE] Most likely a typo...:p So, when does this start? Eh? O_o';';';';';'

Actually, I haven't played it. I'd like to though. Dragons.....I like dragons.....And dungons are good......... BUT ONLY IF I CAN BE A DRUNK FISH!!!!! :drunk:

Ah yes.....THOSE days. Had one last week. Failed an English test, didn't turn in a report, nearly broke my spine diving for a vollyball, and a nail sliced up my finger. Then when I got OUT of school, I almost got ran over by a bus. :drunk: Teach me to listen to me' CD player and cross Veterans...:drunk: :drunk: :whoops:

[i]Blank had stopped, hearing Andrew's message. He looked questionally at the Ship, then back to where his scouter pinpointed Andrew. Blank's orders were to go to the Ship, but he was also given an order from his Commander. Which should he follow? His answer was given to him, when a power level of 21,500. Blank smirked, knowing full well Dodoria would take care of the Namek that seemed to be pestering Andrew. Continuing forward to the Ship, Blank was knocked out of the sky by a rather large energy wave, down deep into the depths of the water...[/i] ========= Please, no one interfere/come near me. I'll handle this.

All right, the sign-ups are closed. Oh, and people? We're going a bit over-board with the weapons. I mean, grenades and mines? :rolleyes: But uhhhh.......remember this. If you use a grenade/mine, remember the effects of the explosions--which can also harm YOU or another person.

That happened to you too, eh Rico? I thought I was the only one. Yup, on Getaway, in Miami, I was knocked into the Gulf. O.o;;; But uhhhhhh.........I remember playing Driver2 on my friends PSX, and getting out as a cop was ramming me into the wall. And about the cops being cheap? I AGREE! They're like, ten feet away, and in a split-second, I'm in the wall, and getting 75% damage from one hit. Bah. Cheap cops......And doesn anyone know how to use the cheats on Driver for PC? Cuz I have this Cop Car code...:devil:

Yes, short poems, right cha'! Post 'em up! I'll kick it off with one that I made last night in three minutes(In this form) [font=tahoma]"I hate you all. Can't you let me be? It's now my time to fall. Leave me alone. Go away. And let me hear Death's Moan... I want to feel the cloud's fluffy fleece. Or Hell's flames Let me go, and die in peace..." [/font] [b][i]-Six Feet Ain't Got Nothin'[/i][/b]

[i]Drake craddled his HK-5, keeping a shapr look-out for any of the animals. Hearing someting behind him, his Katana whipped out, slicing the air sharply. He stopped, seeing Mr. Gretta standing there.[/i] Drake: Parden me, sir...... I though you were one of those....*shakes with rage, closes eyes*.......things. Mr. Gretta: No........ I wish I was though. Then I could get revenge on those beass for what they did..*tears mist up* Drake: Yeah...... Listen, go get some rest sir..... It's been a long day.. [i]Mr. Gretta walked off, eyes flowing with silenced tears. Drake shook his head, memories fresh of Little Julia's death. The tape played over and over again in his head. The raptor lept up in the air, body arching like a coiling snake. It reeled itself downwards, coming down like a comet. It punched right behind the girl as she ran for her father's arms. The beast's jaws thrashed open, grasping her by the shoulder. It drug her backwards a few yards, before picking up her head in the thing's mouth. With a simple twitch, Julia's head was gone, parts of her skull dripping upon the floor. The raptor slashed her body over and over again, devouring her flesh. Drake had seen it all, from a few feet away. He still cursed himself for hesitating. The tape stopped for a moment, letting Drake surface to the real world. He reached up with his right hand, slapping his tears off. He looked out open field, staring intencly. A few minutes later, he went back deeper into the abandoned, Safari-style hotel, going to his room. He eventually fell asleep on the bed, the images replaying deep in his wildest nightmares. But Drake had no clue what he was to face in the next few weeks......[/i] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- [i][b]And so it starts...[/b][/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Warlock [/i] [B]Fave short-range weapon: Gunblade (I've been playing [i]way[/i] too much FF8 lately...)[/B][/QUOTE] No, seriously? I thought you were talking about RollerCoaster Tycoon......:rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:

Drake: Now that you've had your fun...........I think we should be going. Or would you like to blow some more things up? Lidan: No, I've had my share of fun for now... Drake: Then I suggest you get in the car now before THAT thing comes. Lidan: Oh, Jesus. Drake: Exactly, now GET IN! [i]Lidan fluidly slid over Drake, climbing into the passenger's seat quickly. Drake slammed the door, gunning the engine. From zero to sixty in fourteen point seven seconds. Roaring down 5th Avenue, the pair sorta panicked as a red-black Wing'd Death chased them. Yelling over the whipping wind, and screaming engne, Drake told Lidan what to do.[/i] Drake: NOW, GET OUT MY BAG, AND GET THE M-79! *shifts to third gear* YEAH, THAT'S IT! NOW TAKE A SHELL, AND PUT IT IN THAT BACK OF THE BARREL! THIS IS A SPECIAL MODEL; IT REQUIRES A SPECIAL TOUCH! *dodges parked car, sideswipes mirror off* Damn...... OK, NOW WHEN I LOWER THE TOP, I WANT TO TO FIRE IMMEDIETLY! WOAH, SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!!! [i]Drake slammed on the brakes, letting the car pull off a full 540. A flipped garbage truck blocked their path. But the Wing'd Death didn't stop. With a shriek, a line a meter long appeared in the hood of the Diablo. Drake's eyes buldged, as the Wing'd Death circled around. He gunned the engine again, turning off the headlights. He had a crazy idea. As soon as the car came near the Flying Doom, Drake switched on the high-beams. Crying out insanely, the Wing'd Death pulled up, avading what it saw as a threat. Drake smiled confidenly, knowing his plan had worked. He watch with great pleasure as the creature crammed into the garbage truck, making it explode in a fireball. But Lidan wouldn't sit still. She kept grabbing for Drake's arm, a worried mess.[/i] Lidan: Drake.. DRAKE! DRAAAAAAAAAKE!!!!! Drake: Dammit, what?! Lidan: More! Here come more! Drake: ****, this is so not my day! Ok, get out more shells, and prepare to take the wheel! *lowers top*

[i]Drake scrattched his head, wondering what to do. But he decided to wait. Lidan leapt off the last five steps, basically knocking the door off of it's hinges. Silence. Drake moved forward again, completely obliterating the door with a walking punch. He looked around, only to see Lidan sitting seductivly on a Diablo SV, which was parked a good twenty feet from the door. Drake's face brightened up, as Lidan's face turned in tune with his motions. Opening the door with a violent tug, he began to work his ways. With a roar, the engire sprang to life. A perfect car, this was.[/i] Drake: Well, at least you have good taste.. Lidan: In more ways than you know.. Drake: Hmm? Lidan: Never mind. Just drive...:rolleyes: -- -- -- -- -- -- -- *prays Raiy won't decapitate him*

Can I join? Raiha: NO! YOU'RE EVIL ENOUGH! *throws a dagger* EEPS! -- *cough* ....Please don't ask where that came from... Name: Drake Age: 18 Personality: Quiet, but get him pissed, and HOOOOOOOOOOO BOY! Appearance: Dammit, I'm tired of filling out Appearances! Black and red flaming shirt. Black, slate, and white thorn design pants. Shotly, naturally spiked black hair. Very big and muscular. Can punch a person through a brick wall, if needed be. Six foot three, and 215 pounds. Capible of almost anything. Fave long-range weapon: BIZ-2 Fave short-range weapon: Four Foot long Katana Bio: Ghetto street-trash to the T. Has basically no heart, no remorse. Kills for no reason, only to have fun. Not too bright, and when it comes to killing, it's all a game. Not much else is known.

1) Apparently not, seeing as how you "steals one of his earrings". Blanka is the fusion with the Porrta earrings. 2) "Godric teleports to in front of Blanka absorbing some of the Rojins blasts." That is interfering. And plus, these are blasts from Rojin Oozarus! MEaning, they would blow you to pieces if they can bat Blanka away. If you wanted to get into the war, go back to the front line, seeing as how Blanka is about three hundred miles away from the battlefield. 3) Idiot. Cruka is more powerful in every aspect. And apparently....He's smarter too. 4) No, you don't. You can't role-play for ****. You're cheap, you don't listen to the RPGs creator/creators, and you ignore the simple facts of stats. Oh, Rai, sweety? Cruka is gone. Cruizr and Suzuku seperated after leaving the fight. I know it's confusing; you did ya best..:) Now where is that blasted Craig when you need him...? :demon: