Chaos

[color=darkred]Drake: Well, if you want to go, then by all means. [i]Saying that, he walking in his apartment, grabbing a big, black bag..heavy. He then looked at Lidan as he stopped. Continuing on, he slowly began to climb down the stairs. Lidan rolled her eyes, before nimbily jumping down to the plateau, directly in front of Drake. He simply continued to walk. Lidan stayed swift, looking at him every now-and-then, as she literally pinged down the steps.[/i] Lidan: So, whatcha got in the bag? Drake:........Clothes, toothbrush, hair gel(Just in case...O_o'), some shoes, two silenced .45s, an M-79, extra ammo, and of course..*points to holstered HK-5* this. Lidan: Boys and their toys.....:rolleyes:[/color]

[i]Neil's mind suddenly 'twitched', as he pushed off the bottom of the pool of water. He flipped the split second he cleared the water, landing perfectly on the ground. His eyes had a redish tint to them, as he slowly walked to where he heard the others screaming. Each step he took left a divot in ground, Neil's sheer power enough to rip a person to peices. He slowly walked, stalking, waiting until the right time. He then disappeared, in a Cube Shift manner...[/i]

Cool. I'll start it (hopefully) soon.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Saiyan_Metroid [/i] [B]That isn't very fair considering I haven't been online in about 1 and a half days. @@@!@#%$%^(&(*(_)#^#)_(*&^%#$@#$%^&*(_)(&*^%$#$ Godric burrows underground and pulls out his sword. Godric flys under Cruka and prepares to distract him. Godric blasts Cruka, jumps up and steals one of his earrings and burrows underground again. Godric: Fool! thosee attack didn't even touch me. [/B][/QUOTE] You are such a complete IDIOT! Cruka is a FUSION! Which means he is nearly an infinate nuber of tiems stronger than you! Idiot! Get some RPing skills NOW! Jeez. 1) Cruka is a fusion by way of the Fusion Dance. 2) No one...NO ONE..is to interfere with Blanka! Craig posted that for Christ's Sake! *rubs forehead* God. 3) You are weaker than the Rojins on the battlefield, so how you are stronger than fusions is beyond me...

Amen....... And the Pharoah To Mummy......Blast. Pharoah- Eygeptian(sp?) for King. And America finds that offencive? *flips off CN*.......And they cut me short of the Buu saga. Screw them! :flaming:

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sephiroth [/i] [B]you can't get out of the car in driver 1 on both ps1 and pc, in the second one you can't either, you just control the guy in a building on some missions.... [/B][/QUOTE] Wait. So you're saying that in Driver2 for the PC, you CAN'T get out of the cars?! THAT SUCKS! *walks off muttering something about ki blasts and GT Interactive* But anyway, thanks Seppy. :p;;

Uhhhh....... What kind of bodygaurds? And for who?

Chirst, what did we ask about not going stat crazy? Huh? For Saiyans and Rojins to raise their power, they need to RECOVER from a fight first. Dammit.. And yes Red XIII, it's perfectly fine if you're related to Vegeta/Trunks -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- [i]Blanka's fist swirled around to the lead Rojin's skull, but it simply stopped dead. But it then carried through, and forced the Rojin back.[/i] Blank: [i]Craig, that was weird. Even if these ARE Oozaru *Blanka kicks a Rojin backwards* Rojins, they are way too powerful. I mean, we're having to dip into our power almost every hit![/i] Craig: [i]They are indeed powerful... ........****! Read their minds, Blank! They're only at 45 percent! Blast! ...Hey? Shall we turn it up a notch?[/i] [i]With that, Blanka smirked evilly. Throwing his fists out to the side, a white/green aura pursuded his form. His power soared unchecked, making the Rojins reel away. He had gone to his 25th percent...[/i] -- (I hate to do this...) Blanka's 25% Stats: Strength: 75,500 Speed: 95,000 Defense: 75,500 Ki: 95,000 -- [i]Blanka smirked at the growling Rojins, ego going higher than can be possibly imagined. But he didn't notice the Rojin Oozaru up above. It rammed him, hitting Blanka with a falling elbow, knocking in straight in the back of the skull, and quite frankly, a bit stupid. All sixteen Rojin Oozarus fired beams from their mouths, making Blanka burrow deeply into the crust of Planet Vegetto. For a full two minutes, Blanka took the punishment. But his mind raged with anguish. Was this any way to carry on Vegetto's legacy?! Is this honorable?! To be beaten down by the trash of the Saiyan race?! Blanka had to stop this! He had to stop this right now! But he couldn't move. He couldn't do anything. His anger and pain welled up deeply within him, binded by his restraints. But suddenly, he didn't care. He let it go. He let his mind go free... With a echoing scream, and a golden flash, the Rojins' beams evaporated, the ground ripped to nothing. Down below, Blanka was floating, pure energy flowing throughout his veins. But he was diffenrent now...[/i]

Red XIII, you are such an idiot.... With posts like those, this RPG'll last two pages. -- -- -- -- -- -- -- [i]Blank flew along, viewing everything below him on the watery planet, not thinking, not talking. Not doing anything except flying. But with a white flash, he sped up, making the water part. He flew in low, not seeing the natural danger just under the surface of the sea. Suddenly, a huge fish leaped into the air, giagantic jaws spredding wide. It swallowed Blank whole. Diving back under the waters, it just hovered there, not moving. But with a brillient golden flash, it blew up. Guts rained from the skies, skin twirled through the air, and blood poured down from the nearby mountains. Back down, Blank hovered, face still not showing any emotion. His right arm was extended, hand open. It smoked slightly. The water was forced back, as his power soared to it's max at unchecked rates. Continuing his journey, the Ship finally came into sight. He snicker/smirked evilly, knowing full well his ideals were to be soon filled.[/i]

Neil: Uhhhhhhhh.......Whatever you say. Sabir: Eh? You're listening to me....That's a first.....;) Neil:......................Just gimme a second..... [i]Basically picking Sabir up, and placing her on the bed, he went into the close hamper thing, and took of those thin gowns that you always where in hospitials. He stood there, picking out clothes in his boxers. Finally, he dawned an black shirt, with grey thorn designs at the bottom. He slid on a pair of faded-black, baggy jeans. He put on a hunter green hooded jacket with a metal, Chinese style dragon fighting a panther on the front. On the back was the same design, only bigger. On the left arm was a thorn strip, colored grey. But what was most amazing is that he pocketted a .45 in his jeans, hiding it in his belt(Or whatever you call it...O.o;;.) Neil walked over to Sabir, picking her up once more, and gently put her back on the floor. He opened the door for her, sliently, sternly following the young woman.[/i] -- -- --- ghgkijjkh-- -- -- --uukhhgi - - - - - - fhggjkhgihfr Errrrrrrrrrr.......O_o;;;

Blast it. Everyone, Drake is NOT talkative! He's quiet. But get him pissed and HOOOOOOOO BOY! -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- [i]Drake sauntered in the building, dropping a clip from his HK-5. With one fluid motion, another one was in and a bullet was in the chamber. A splurt of fire, and three more Lipans dropped. But something wasn't right. Drake just stood there, flames raging behind him. He reached into his left pocket, pulling out a small shell. ..::Bullet Time::.. Chuncking the shell at a group of reteating Lipans, slinging his shotgun up. Three shots. A horrible explosion accoured from the tiny shell. It was actually a highly explosive bomb...What other kind of tricks did Drake have up his sleeves? ..::Bullet Time::..[/i]

Ummm.........ya......... Is there a way I can actually get OUT of the car in Driver(1) of the PC? Cuz these cops are PISSING ME OFF. Always ramming me into the cars......Those losers.....:flaming: :cuss1:

Actually, he went and got Halo......Grrrrrrr...........I'm so jealous..*walks off muttering*

[i]Neil stood in his hospitial room, stolen knife poised over his arm. The cold steel made his body quiver, forcing goosebumps on his skin. Silence....... .. .. .. .. .. Looking into the mirror, he studied his pale complexion. He watched, as his eyes blinked, cracked and bloodshot. Turning around furiously, he left the knife fly. It burried deep within the wall, vibrating slightly. He stormed back into his flattened bed, coughing vigoriously. He was about to go to sleep, when the knock on the door came.[/i]

What should be done is the principle should write a formal appoligy, hand it to your friend, and then read the thing aloud to the entire student body. Then he should be put on leave without pay for a good few months to take some good, ol' counseling. And yes, I can spell for about two peanuts.......

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by AlmightySSJ4 [/i] [B]Lindstradt Air Rifle, Armed with [I]Conus Purpurascens[/I] neurotoxin[/B][/QUOTE] :laugh: From Lost World! Cool. That thing was cool! :toothy: Oh, and if you guys've read the book, that would be great. We're gonna sorta bend the rules and combin the two islands...Sorta..:twitch:

Bah. Therapy doesn't do ****. I know from experience. All you do is sit there and talk about your feelings. Talking about your problems makes you think about your problems. Thinking about your problems makes you depressed. Therefore, therapy is nothing but a waste of money. On a lighter side, just try and cope with life. Take things one at a time, day by day. It's how I live, and I work through everything. Oh, and one final note. Don't let anyone every step on your toes. If someone steps on your toes, break their foot. That means, do things your way. Don't let people get in your face, and push you around(I.E. your mom). -Neil

Erm........Where is everyone? :twitch:

-Two years after Base Jurassic Park incident- Four hours ago, tour yacht [i]Adventure II[/i] crashed upon Isla Nubar. Knowing full well what was on the island, the twenty person crew quickly went off into an old filing station, trying to find safety. They needed to restore power, to call for a rescue chopper. But on the island, a dark secret lurked. The Black Projects of InGen. Dinosaurs with superior speed, agility, strength, and near-human intelligence. But the extent of the genetic changes varies with the species... Our heros soon experience this, as a pack of raptors claim three of their fellow humans. More of this tale will unfold soon enough...But in the mean time, stop imagining, and join up! Here's what ya need! Name: Age: Height: Weight: Weapons(These, and only these will be taken): Bio: Appearance: Disposition: -- -- -- -- -- -- Name: Drake Levia Age: 17 Height: 6' 5" Weight: 225lbs Weapons: HK-5, a 12-guage choke shotgun, G-18, engraved katana Bio: Drake came along on the cruise as a guard for the Gretta family(The ones on the tour), hopping to keep his employers out of danger. Now with their seven year old daughter dead, he feels as if he must protect everyone that survived. Took several of his weapons with him, and collected the shotgun when the survivors found a weapons storage room. Appearance: 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. Capible of almost anything. Disposition: You all know Drake. He's quiet, but get him mad, and HOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOY, LOOK OUT! :p :D There! And your done! I hope this won't turn out to be a flop like *other* of my RPGs.....

[i]A Space Pod breaks through Namek's atomosphere, catching great friction. A shooting star in the day's sky. But still, it sped up with the gravity. With a deafening explosion, the pod landed. A huge dust cloud kicked up, billowing out. But it slowly blowed away, the shockwave from it's entry scattering it. Down below in the crater, the door slowly opened. A young Saiyan stepped out, looking around. But his eyes suddenly snapped up to the skies.[/i] ?????: No way. Frieza's here? Perfect! This'll work out after all. Hmm? Zarbon, that little pet. And Andrew. I believe. Kui.... Dodoria..... ............*Scouter blips* WHAAAAAAAAT?! 18,000?!??!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!? NO WAAAAAAY! Zarbon: (Over Scouter Comm.) Blank, is that you? Blank: *clicking Scouter* Zarbon......Is your Scouter acting up? Like showing a power level of 18,000? Zarbon: Blast! So it isn't just our equipment! Report to the ship at once! Blank: Right............ [i]Blank hopped into the sky, then disappeared again...(Like Gohan did with his fight with Dabura)[/i]

Ken, this is my apartment! And part of this post is what happened before. -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- [i]Calmly walking into the kitchen, Drake plopped his HK-5 on the counter, and rummaged through the fridge.[/i] Lidan: You must be very trust worthy, to leave yourself without a weapon when you're with a possible enemy. Drake:......No........I just don't need a gun to kill you, or anyone. If I can touch them, I can kill them. Lidan: Niffty. Drake: Whatever. Ok, we got beers, some leftover pizza, or I can spen an hour making chicken for you, while I just sit around and stare into space s'more. So what'll it be? [i]At that very moment, Ken burst through the door, delevering his speech. Drake, now extremely pissed, grabbed his HK-5, splurting out a few rounds in the door frame. He quickly closed the gap between them, threw his hands up, and picked Ken straight off the ground.[/i] Drake: Get.......Out.......Of........My............APARTMENT! [i]Ken suddenly found himself on his back, against the hallway wall, HK-5 barrel pressed against his skull.[/i] Drake: Get.......Out...............[size=5]NOW![/size]

Neil:........I just needed some repent........For all I've done........ World War Three........Because of all I did........ Me.......... I just needed, some........repent........... [i]Neil's head flopped to the side, hair swaying slightly. Sabir gasped, leaning forward quickly. She stopped sharply, seeing he was finally just falling asleep. She just crouched there, looking at the guy.........The Guilty Warrior.....[/i] ------------------ :drunk: Great.....WB now...... Bah...*goes to bed*

[i]Neil laughed briefly, before it turned into a hackling cough. Possible fluid was on the lungs.[/i] Neil: Right........ *strains for a second*....Hey, yall left me' stero on....Cool...... Sabir: ??? Neil, your stero shut off when the power was killed on Floor Six. They thought we had terrorists in the building. Neil: Oh..................Hey, you ok? Sabir: *wiping tears away* Yeah.. Yeah, I'm fine. Neil: Like Hell. You're worrying youself sick. Go on, go get some rest or something. Ken: Yeah right! Like she's gonna be leaving you. [i]Neil lazily looked at the door, Ken walking in, followed by Warlock and Siren.[/i] Ken: Sup Bro? Neil: *slowly pulls arm across chest, as if he was hiding something* N-n-not much. I'm kinda tired though. Ken:....................Neil, let me see your arm. Neil: Why? Ken: I want to see something. Neil: What? Ken: Just let me see it. Neil: Gimme a good reaso--HEY! *cough, cough* [i]Sabir pulled Neil's arm back, revealing the three slashes on his underarm--his cuttings. At the same time, everyone looked up from his arm, and into his face. All at the same time. Neil looked to the right, out the window, eyes closed, face a mask of shame...[/i]

[i]The "caravan" of cars barrled along the bridge, each of it's passengers readiing weapons. Drake was silent.....[/i] --------- WB....Sorry Connor......Just keeping our storyline alive.

I'll make sure to remind him... Our AIM will go like this: Me: Make the next Exile! Piro: :p Me: Make the next Exile! Piro: :p Me: Make the next Exile! Piro: :p Me: Make the next Exile! Piro: :p Me: Make the next Exile! Piro: :p Me: Make the next Exile! Piro: :p Me: Make the next Exile! Piro: :p Me: Make the next Exile! Piro: :p Me: Make the next Exile! Piro: :p Me: Blast!