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*cough* Ya......... Is the new "Legacy of Goku" game about Chibi Goku, or his adventures in DBZ? Which is it? I read at the DB site(The official one)(looooong time ago) that it was throughout the DBZ series. Now, I also saw in the DBZ magazine in the Wal*Mart around the few miles, that is was from DB. What gives? And I'm posting this in Nintindo because it's for the GBA, and is therefore a Nintindo game. But, if the mods intervine......*shrugs* So, what is "Legacy of Goku" set in? DB, or DBZ?

Well, SG, you can also play other games. I'm not too big on the PS2, but I know THPS3 is gonna go online, and then there's FFXII, and FFXIII, *continues rambling*

Heh......... Never actually played it, but heard it was good. Does someone have a site with reviews/pictures? I'd like to read up on it s'more. O_o;;;;;;; -Neil

[i]Unleashing an unholy cry, Medra forced his hand forward, an electric orb within it's confines. An invisible attack ripped out a line directly in front of Medra, sending dirt and debris into the air. The army......missing a mile-long line. Orin looked in extreme horror, as Medra filled the field with electricity, making it bounce around the ground, tearing rifts up(*). The forces of demons sizzled, stopping dead. Most of them were able to continue on, but some exploded right on the spot. A brillient silver flash, and the Devil Blade was once again relincuished. Demon after demon after demon dropped to the ground, the combined might of Orion, Orin, Siren, Bryan, and of course, Medra. But up above, something was stirring. Everywhere Medra went, exactly one-fourth of a mile up, a tiny speck of black energy rested, following the Demon God everywhere. But something else was in the skies. Sixteen of them all together. Super Dracos........ With a baraging wave of black lava, demons melted into nothingness. It eventually swallowed the others up... [b]-Two Minutes Later-[/b] The Super Dracos stopped expelling their foul magma. The very front lines of the Army of Hell was gone, leaving a seeting mass of others. But when the smoke cleared, our Heros were fine. Medra has his arms forward, head down, face straining. The negatively charged ion barrier merged with Orion's holy shield. And yet....... This was likely the deadliest fight of everyone's lives.[/i] Medra: *voice full of strain* Well, this is certainly hard! But God help me, it's fun........ Orion: Jeez, Neil........ Do you EVER stop? Medra: Neva, dog. -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- *~~Think of the attack as when Goku met Cell in the Cell Tourny Ring, right after Goku got out of the HTC.

Ehhhhhh........ We'll have to wait for Craig. But, I think you'll be able to join. Stats are 10,000, and spread over: Strength: Speed: Defense: Ki:

When I was about 6, I had a chiwowia(sp? Hell, I KNOW it's off) bit my lower lip, ripped it clean open. An inch in, to the errrrr......top of the lip. STRAIGHT open. Left a big ol' white scar. Six stitches. Case Closed. When I was 7, I was playing on the jungle gym at my school, I swung around on one of the bars, and rammed my head on one of the poles. Lot's of blood. After a dentist visit, we realized that I had a HOLE in my gum(Right above the front teeth) that I could it the tip of my pinky finger in. 4 Stitches. When I was 8, I was running on the slippery top bar of a jungle gym(Same one). I fell. The bar hit me straight between the legs. And yes, it still works. :cross: When I was 8(again), I somehow managed to whack myself in the left temple with a Nine Iron. Blood all over my shirt, blahblahblah. A few cat-scans, 12 stitches, and a dramatic rant from my mom later, I was fine. Two years ago, I got into a fight, in which my head was slammed into a brick wall. The scar on my lip was opened again, same way, same place. Needless to say, I threw the kid onto a parked car, and then dropped him back-first on a fire hydrant. He lived, just never looked at me again. Last year, I sprained my hand on one of those ****** skitters. Also took a two inch chunk out of my right ring finger. And I occasionally scrap the bottom of my arm raw with a letteropener. *shrugs*

[size=1][i]In an instant, Neil's eyes snapped open, him pushing upwards. He landed some few meters away, the handstand-push propelling him into the air. His body sank deep, before he recoved himself and stood up again, drearily. Blood still poured from his body, all the gashes and cuts still open. Xaida didn't have enough time to complete her methods. Neil's body quivered once again, his mouth opening.[/i] Neil: Leave me alone........ Dbzman: But, uhhhhhhh....You're hurt! Neil: QUIET! YOU DON'T THINK I REALIZED THAT?! Dbzman:......... Xaida: I.......Don't get you. You still don't want help during a fight, and yet outside of a fight yo expect everyone to be buddy-buddy. Neil: Just leave me alone. Xaida: :demon: You'll DIE if you don't get better, you know? Neil:.........So be it. If I die, OH WELL! LIKE I SAID, I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP! NOW! LEAVE! ME! ALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! [i]With that, Neil sharply turned off, sitting in a dark corner of the caverns, looking at nothing, peering at the water. Inside his mind, everything was dark. He attacked himself for being such a fool, for letting his anger get ahold of him...........For being born.[/i][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]*flips off Craig and Blank* I hate you guys sometimes.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] What do you mean sometimes? You hate me 24/7, just like everyone else. Ask anyone; they'll agree. Or maybe I'm just depressed again, eh? "From This Day" can do that to ya.. *song ends*......*replays it*.........

[i]Inside Neil's room, he stood. Taking out his earrings for the first time in years, he clicked his stero. In an instant, Bodies began playing. At around 150 deciblies. Sitting on his bed, Neil ignored the blood that began to seep from his stomache. He started screaming along with the song, finally hearing one of his favorite songs again. Outside, the entire floor vibrated with the sounds, but the tremors came to a new pace, one even greater than before. Full bass. Adding about another 100 decibles. Back in the dorm room, Neil laid on the bed, twirling a 9mm in his left hand, eyes lazily showing nothing....just.......exasution. Throwing the gun on the floor, a round discharging, alerting basically the entire Tower. Everone was in a panic now, running around, making up stories of the gunshot. But Neil didn't mover, didn't say anything. Just........laid there.......... Blood oozing from his stitches......[/i]

Hmmmmmm........ To join or not to join. Pros: None Cons: Raiha, Siren, Ken itc*in at me. So will I join? Of course. Name: Drake Age: 17 Height: 6' 3" Military: Let's see if this helps.....FUC* YOU! There, did that help?? Weapons: HK-5, Duel Silenced .45, M79 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. Six foot three, and 215 pounds. Capible of almost anything. Bio: Ghetto street-trash to the T. Has basically no hear, 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. Is currently in New York, just killing everything he feels like killing.

[i]Inside the cockpit, Neil sat, unmoving. His eyes and other extremities only slightly twitched, making the mental commands for the BlackWing. This was it. He was going to make them pay for doing that to his Dolls. The BlackWing lurched forward, covering the few thousand meters to the Cossack in a mere instant, kicking up dirt everywhere. With a simple though, the whip slung out for the Cossack. Using evey ounce of his will power, Flash managed to avoid the heated chain--barely. Firing the Vulcan Cannons mounted on the BlackWing's shoulders, Neil controlled his Gundam in a way that wasn't seen ever before--he made it strife. Coming in closed, he skimmed the Cossack's left shoulder, slightly burning the alloy. But this was a ploy. The BlackWing's right leg snapped upwards, nailing the Cossack right in the middle of it's back. Flash once again caled on his ultimate will power, and brought the heated hammer down on the BlackWing's chest. But the BlackWing barely moved and inch. A tiny indention. Flash pulled back again, realizing this fight was going to be very hard...[/i]

[i]As Flash simply drove along, he payed no heed to the sports car that raged past him... Until it skidded to a halt. Flash looked in his rear-view mirror, as the young man in the car lowered down the top. Flash's pupils buldged with fear, as the 12-guage choke shotgun leveled straight for him. Three shots. Flash ignored his skinned shoulder, continuing to floor the Idaho as fast as it could go. The Mustang GT swung around, tires sqwealing and smoking. [color=darkblue]"WHAT'S THIS GUY'S PROBLEM?!"[/color], Flash screamed in his mind, as more shotgun rounds peirced his car...[/i]

Wow......... Craig, looks like you win the bet. *slaps Craig a 50 dollar bill.* Dammit...... -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- [i]Blanka's clothes whipped madly in the air, the wind against him. He loved flying. But he loved one thing more. That last kick to that arrogant baka. The fool..... Taking on a far superior warrior, and expecting for him to just roll over. Pathetic...... Eventually stopping, he landed on a craggy mountain top. He looked down, at the shredding stones below. He had finally reached Blank and Craig's old training spot. It made the voices inside his head grow quiet, as fond memories of beating the crap out of each other filled Blank and Craig's mind, also relating to Blanka... But Blanka's power level suddenly rose, as an exact copy roared to life, coming from a white energy blast. Crakcing his knuckles, Blanka's legs spread back, lowering himself into his fighting stance...[/i]

Some/Most of the the EOs are mods................ I believe there is a level beyond EO, but I dunno what it is...... James is holding out......¬¬

Hmmm........ Gee, what could my name mean.....Hmmmmmm......... I dunno. You think about it. Lol. Actually, it's perfect for me. Big ol' DBZ fan, right cha'! As for my old name which James-Da-Man changed for me, SuperSayian4444, it's my AOL email type thingie......Heh. The "4444" was because someone took the "4", the "44", and the "444" So, I said "BLAST IT!!", and took the "4444" Please note I was feeling crazy at the time I made the AOL name, and the time I made my username. Hell, let's face it. I'm always crazy. :whoops:

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by stormwing [/i] [B]savin this [/B][/QUOTE] Dammit, you went and took me' idea....... Blast. -- -- -- -- -- -- [b]One month after the Completetion of the Mission[/b] [i]Neil slowly got up from his hospitial bed, disobaying the doctor's orders. The surgery had gone well, and that's all Neil cared about. The shrapnel had be removed from his gut...... That was all that was important to him. He walked out the door, after dressing himself in his normal, everyday clothes. Ignoring the screaming nurse. He wanted a drink. No matter what his condition was.[/i] --- --- --- --- --- Ok, the mission was a sucsess. Neil ended up with a five inch metal spike in his gut, no biggie. After a few days of surgery, and about a month of recoup. Do whatever with your charater. I don't care. Just that that mission was old, and Ken told me to do this.....:bawl:

[size=1]Ryan, has anyone ever told you how cheap you are? -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- [color=darkred][i]The Mustang GT ripped through the side streets, to Port 12. But Drake almost passed it straight up. Foot hammering against the brake pedal, the pads grinding against the wheels, the vehicle sliding at the inertia. It slung around, coming perfectly alined. It hurled down the pier, before skidding to a stop once more. There, Harvey stood. Huddled against a crate, whimpering for his mother. He was a young man, with bleached hair, a jogging suit. As soon as he saw Drake, he rushed up to the car. But he stopped dead. Drake pointed a silenced .45 at him, aiming directly for Harvey's heart... -:Slow-Mo:- The trigger slid back, the hammer recoiling. The slide pulled back. Silence. With a splash, Harvey's body sank into the ocean. Drake cranked the car into reverse, pulling away. -:Slow-Mo:-[/i] Drake: "That's the last time he double-crosses me........."[/color][/size]

[i]Only a few hundred meters off, hiden behind a sanddune, Neil stood, body completely thrashed. He had powered down completely, hiding every speck of his Ki. This was going to be hard if he got into a fight. He needed time to heal himself, even with his special technique. But up above.........[/i] GW: Wait........ Concentrait........... Warlock: Yes....... South..... About...... 300 meters away. Let's go! [i]Phasing out, throwing out ki bombs, and watching the dune explode, Warlock appeared on the right, the GW on the left. They were ready for Neil to imerge. But he didn't. [b]-Not too far from the Waterfall-[/b] Neil's crumpled form staggered forward, a drunken mess. His power was completely gone from his teleportation. His body pitched head-long into the dirt, exausted beyond comprehension.[/i]

[size=1][i]Not too far off from Warlock, and his captor, the male MW searched the skies, making sure no ambush would be-fall him. Too bad he didn't protect his back side. With a rushing sound, Neil's flaming fist burrowed deep within the MW's skull, pushing it ever downwards. With a crash, the MW's body made a trench in the ground. It's body still twitched. Slightly, nerves dying... But a faint, white glow emitted from the MW's oozing skull, blinding the area. Neil's firey aura shone brightly through the white energy, still able to be seen. "NUCLEAR............FURRRRRRRYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!" Those words rang out, as an impossibly huge mushroom cloud roared outwards, vaporizing the entire area within a seven mile radius. The next step was a nuclear detonation, which completely annialated the eight mile radius. When the explosion doused, nothing stood, nothing moved, nothing lived........ Except one. Neil. Far off, the female MW watched in horror as the attack obliterated everything before her. It was mind-numbing! She saw the fiery flames of Neil. Her face drew in anger; she would get him for this. Neil, still in his powered up form, relaxed, body straightening in a classic hovering-above-the-air pose.[/i] [color=crimson]???? Neil: This power........ Never seen before to this universe....... Mine......... The true abilites...... Of the Saiyan Race. The Fire Saiyan.......[/color] [i]With a inferno of a flash, Neil disappeared once again, the heat dying down, the air finally calming...[/i][/size]

[i]With blinding speed, the Electric Demon had Orin around the jaw with his let hand, nearly completely crushing Orin's face. Bringing his right arm back, his sword pointed directly at Orin.[/i] Medra: The name.............is Medra. [i]Whirling his right hand around, his sword disappeared into the darkness again. Medra's fist slung out, forcing Orin back on the ground. Orin stood after a minute, rubbing his cheek. When he spoke, he whisped so low, even Orion and Medra had a tough time hearing him.[/i] Orin: Good. That was a good fake punch. Medra: I may be evil......... But I know when and what to do at certain times.........

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]I am the only girl[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] Sure about that? -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Note to everyone else: I'm reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaally pissed right now. Stay out of my way..............

[size=1][QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]There's no "i" in abyss Neil. ;) [/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] Fuc* you......Leave me alone....I'm tired of your bitc*in! -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- [color=darkred][i]Drake answered the phone, hearing the paniced voice on the other end, gun shots in the distance. Face a mask of confusion, he asked over and over for a name.[/i] Drake: "Who is this?!" ??: "Drake! It's Harvey! Dude, I need HELP!" Drake: "Harvey! HARVEY?! YOU'RE DEAD! I KNOW IT! NO ONE TAKES A BULLET TO THE HEAD AND WALKS OFF!" Harvey: "NO! It's me, Drake! Please! You have to believe me! I need your help!" Drake: "Help? Help! HELP?! DID YOU GIVE ME HELP WHEN THE DIABLOS TRIED TO TURN ME INSIDE OUT?! DID YOU TRY TO HELP ME WHEN THE TRIADS WERE ABOUT TO COMPACT ME IN A VAN?! ..........Fuc* you, man! I don't owe you shi*!" Harvey: "DRAKE, PLEASE! I-I-I HAVE MONEY!" Drake: *ding* "Money? How much?" Harvey: "Enough for you to retire for a good decade!" Drake: "..........Fine! Where are you?" Harvey: "Close. Portland Docks. Uhhhhhhh.....12." Drake: "Fine....... Hold on.. Hang tight, man. You have any weapons?" Harvey: "Is a 9mm good enough for ya?!" Drake: "Cool it....... Be right there." [i]Quickly putting his cell away, Drake hopped into his 2002 Mustang GT, the silver polished coat shining the in small glint of light that twitched through the grey, dreary clouds above. The engine roared to life, the V6 vehicle raging off from its parking space, aiming for Port 12...[/i][/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]How..............romantic.........two freaks duking it out..[/COLOR] :naughty: [/B][/QUOTE] You're the only freak here, so either say something nice, or go away.....:bawl: See? You made me cry! :bawl:

[i]The BlackWing's black exterior heated red, nearly ripping apart from the extreme heat of re-entry. [b]-Several Minutes Later-[/b] The huge dust mushroom flared out, billowing higer, higher, higher still into the sky. The BlackWing stood within it's mile deep crater, ascending into the air, looking around. Neil could have had a heart attack. His Dolls! GONE! WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS?! Suddenly, the chain on his left arm glowed a venomious red. Inside the cockpit, two green orbs flew into Neil's eyes, giving them the same, constant glow. The ZSI-1 system had be activated.........[/i] --------------- Time to rock and roll, yall.

[size=1][i]Drake stood, peering out off the Portland Docks. He silently chewed his half of a stick of Winterfresh gum. Deep in thought, he moved nowhere. His battle-wary, blue eyes stared deeply at the suprising choppy waters. His trenchcoat fluttered in the never-ceasing winds. His right hand dug out of it's pocket cavity, to dangle freely. Rubbing his index finger together with his thumb before shifting his weight to his left side, he sighed. He was growing impatient. [color=red]"This is maddening! The damned Mob........... I come to [b]them[/b] for once, and they stick me with sellin fuc*in spank. Shi* on this! ..........Bah! I betta get a'least 200 thou. for this crap! Fuc* this![/color] Shaking from his thoughts quickly, his cell phone dragging him from the aybiss. Flip of the top, press of the button, and here starts another day...[/i][/size]