Albert Flasher

[COLOR=Sienna]The power has been going on and off all day due to a big rain storm with thunder and the whole shebang. The power is on and will likely be out before I finish this post, but I might as well try. In the spare time I've had with no power, I've read about 100 pages of H. G. Wells' An Outline of History, mostly concerning the development of early Mesopotamian and Indian civilizations. Terribly enlightening stuff, H. G. Wells can make an already interesting subject (World history) even more interesting, and as such my time without power hasn't been quite so unbearable. Plus the radio has been working through all the static and I can still get my toonskies. Got to go before I lose power again! [COLOR=Sienna][SIZE=4] [B] CURSE YOU NEPTUNE! ON THE NIGHT OF THE BIG GAME ASWELL! THIS BETTER CLEAR UP![/COLOR][/COLOR][/B][/SIZE]

[COLOR=Sienna]Yes changing the way you percieve things and how you think definatly helps. In the last few months especially, I've come to change the way I look at everything. Where once I viewed things as a member of the society (i.e wanting to fit in, wanting to have what other people want, etc.) I've come to view it as an observer. By that I mean that I spend most of my time mentally criticizing the society I live in for being materialistic, shallow, and pathetic, which allows me to mentally sigh in relief that I am NOT extremely popular, thus preventing myself from getting depressed. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]If anything in an Ann Coulter book intrests you even a little bit, than you're probably reading the foreword written by someone who ISN'T a crazy racist she-wolf conservative moron. If that is NOT the case, than you're probably all of the above. Hopefully it's the former rather than the latter, because Ann Coulter-ites are amongst the worst human beings on earth. DO NOT READ! [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna][B]Name:[/B] Marth [B]Game:[/B] Fire Emblem [B]Appearance:[/B][URL=http://guidesmedia.ign.com/guides/16387/marth_trophy.jpg]Marth (With profile from SSBM)[/URL] [B]Standard Carried Item:[/B] Fire Flower [B]Smashes:[/B] [U]Shield Breaker:[/U] a charge-up move, where Marth crouches and charges up his sword for a devestating strike that, as the name indicates, breaks shields, making it even more devestating. [U]Dolphin Slayer:[/U] A move where Marth slashes upwards violently. Marth's jump-booster sends him high into the air, and does a lot of damage if it connects, but it also leaves him volnurable for a period of time as he comes back down. [U]Dancing Blade:[/U] a unique move, Marth slashes an opponent multiple times from different angles in a quick flurry, each slash appearing as a different colour and doing more damage than the last. [U] Counter:[/U] a move in which Marth uses his skill with the sword to deflect pretty much any attack back at the attacker. Very useful in almost all situations, but difficult to time.[/COLOR]

[quote name='Tical']I'm no phychiatrist, but I think things like medication where you rely on an outside force to help your emotions is kinda... I dunno... bad. I think you get more out of it if you help yourself. Turn that hell into a learning experience.[/quote][COLOR=Sienna] Well it depends on the kind of depression. Chemical depression usually results from an imbalance in the brain, and that normally needs outside assistance (i.e meds). Some kinds of depression are purley mental and those can be delt with with a psyciatrist, or sometimes just on your own. I personally have never gone through depression, because I have a way of getting around it. Whenever I have a reason to be depressed, I just convince myself otherwise. "No, you're not lonley, you're umm... a introvert." "No, you're not getting bad grades because you're stupid, you're getting them because the system keeps screwing YOU over." Pretty much that's it... I don't get depressed because there's nothing to get depressed about if you convince yourself otherwise. Always thinking of excuses, that's me![/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]I think I can sum up this debat in two lines - Gavin: Stop repressing my right to repress and impose my morales on other people! Everyone Else: No. That's stupid. Pretty much that's it. Gavin, I hardly see how giving people the right to do what they believe is opressive of your rights and beliefs. That's stupid.[/COLOR]

[QUOTE=The13thMan][FONT=Century Gothic] [COLOR=DarkOrange] There is no absolute way to determine whether homosexuality is alright or not. That is why there is such a big argument over it all. That is why I can?t stand on one side of the fence with a 100% of my self. I can see how religious people disapprove of homosexuality and can agree with it, but I can also see how other people are fine with it. The thing is, marriage is just marriage, no big deal nowadays. I think it should be fine for homosexuals to get married, and I think the government should have no say in the matter. But whether I believe homosexuality is alright or not is not determined by my stance in the matter of gay marriage and neither is it up for debate in this topic. ^L^ Later. [/COLOR] [/FONT][/QUOTE] [COLOR=Sienna] I fail to see the logic behind your arguement againts gay marriage. Murder is wrong because, well, murder involves KILLING PEOPLE. Ending lives! It's not even comprable. Homosexuality is the result of various changes in the balance of horomones (Just like everything else these days) that happens at birth. Why shouldn't they recieve the benifts that heterosexual cuples get? There simply is no reason - ****, you don't even have to call it marriage if you feel like, just give them the same benifits of a union. Make up a new name and a new procedure if your of that mind, but there is no reason to deny homosexual couples the benifts that heterosexual couples receive. And now, I shall finish on a qoute from a Van Halen song, Why Can't This be Love [CENTER] [B] Its got what it takes So tell me why cant this be love Straight from my heart oh tell me why Cant this be love[/B][/CENTER][/COLOR]

[quote name='Avenged666fold']Ok to start of comparing what happened to black people and what is happening to gay people are entire solar sytems apart. Black people where enslaved. You show me a plantation of gay slvaes in america then maybe ill think about putting them on the same level. Also isn't marriage between a man and a woman? So wouldn't giving gay people something like it but not exactly the same thing be equal? I mean really there not an equal couple. They lack the ability to make children there are laws in marriage about children. So the laws don't apply to them? Well then that's not equal is it?[/quote] [COLOR=Sienna] Uhh... what? The fact that black people were enslaved was not a cause but a symptom - a symptom of the disease of ignorant bigotry. White people thought black people were sub-human, and thus were enslaved, leading to the discrimination and segregation that would go until the Civil Rights Movment and Martin Luthar King etc. The plague of ignorance is just as bad now as it was then. No, where does it say marriage is between man and a woman? Originally, marriage was designed so that men could have women as property. Marriage was a disgusting thing, a buisnes transaction that had absolutely nothing to do with love - but that's changed, at least in parts of the world, hasn't it? Why can't men be allowed to marry men and women marry women? There is no reason, other than you're personal opinion - and personal opinions should not govern nations.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]When Stephen Harper was elected in Canada, I thought one of the first (of many) mistakes he would make would be to re-illegalize Gay Marriage. Much to my surprise, Bush Jr. has left the issue largly alone (In fact, the only thing he's done at all is cause the economy to plummet... but can't win em all, right?), and I like it that way. It's not even a matter of being homophobic or not, it's a matter of equality and tolerance. Those two words are tossed around a lot these days, and a lot of the time they're not used properly, but basically we could use both of those right now. Even if you don't like gay people, why should they have less rights than you? It's illogical. It's exactly what happened with Women and what happened with Blacks. Havn't we learned yet that everyone deserves equal rights? I know a lot of Christians don't like gays by default - but who gave you the right to decide what other people should believe, or how they should act, or what they should be allowed to do? Everyone should have equal rights, no matter what you think of them individually. It's just logical, people. (BTW, don't give me that 'homosexuality is a disease' garbage, kthnxbi.)[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]I can't stand screaming. I know it's supposed to be 'emotional' and that type of thing, but it's just some nutbag screaming into a microphone to me. And I actually respect the metal genre for their guitar work - which can be rather awesome - but when the vocalist kicks in with the pointless screaming about whatever (Usually something rather violent or disturbing or gimmically-evil) it just ruins it for me. I can't stand Screamo. At all. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]The lyrics don't do it justice, but IMO the prettiest song is... The Ballad of Curtis Loew by Lynyrd Skynyrd [B] Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me (Chorus) Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro People said he was useless, them people are the fools 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time He'd play me a song or two Then take another drink of wine. Chorus Yes sir On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the glade But he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose Play me a song Curtis Loew, Hey Curtis Loew I wish that you was here so everyone would know People said he was useless, them people all are fools 'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues[/B][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]MOOOOORTAL KOMBAT! I love the theme song! Name: Bo' Rai Cho Realm: Outworld Alignment: Good Allies: Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Kitanam, Shujinko, Li Mei Foes: Baraka, Shang Tsung, Shao Kahn[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]I think it really depends on what you consider hair (Or glam) metal. Wikipedia has a list of glam metal bands [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_glam_metal_bands]here[/URL], so let's go with that. From that list, I can name a lot of very good, talented artists. Van Halen, Heart, The Cult, and Def Leppard, for example. The same can't be said for rap, IMO of any time period. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]Before Harold even knew what he was doing, he was rushing out of the small, crowded viewing area into the blood-stained coliseum. He didn't know why he was doing it, but he knew more than to mess with Jake - that was a solid grangium window, harder than steel, and Jake had broken it effortlessly. The stories were true. The crowd watching from the stands, Harold noted, seemed completely baffled. Was this a stunt to spice things up? A new show by Nero? Or was this the real thing? In all honesty, Harold didn't know either. The screams from the freed prisoners was defeaning. Harold scanned the crowd for the tall, dark figure of Jake, and found him smashing another of the windows to a viewing area, releasing another tide of prisoners. [B]"Jake!"[/B] Harold screamed, [B]"What the hell is going on?"[/B] [B] "We're taking over." [/B]Was all Jake said, before darting back into the crowd to smash the last of the viewing windows. Harold didn't know what he was going to do. However, he figured, they're all screwed anyways, might as well put up a good fight. He drew his sword and entered the fray. Luckily for the prisoners, most of the guards in the Arena only carried non-lethal air-rifles and shock-sticks, not the heavy arms of the city guards, so casualties would be low, at least for now. The guards themselves were overtaken quite quickly. They were in no way prepared for this, and most were overwhelmed before they could draw their weapons. Harold had never gotten acustumed to death, but it had become a necessity living in the coliseum. So he did what he had to, he found an enemy. The first guard he found was a young one - maybe 20 at the oldest - and armed with only a small, hand-held shock-stick, ment to 'pacify,' not kill. He raised his sword and charged. The young guard seemed scared, but still faught back. Harold tried to end it quick with a swipe at the mans head, but he ducked with surprising quickness and bounded forward, aiming to incapacitate Harold. Harold narrowly dodged it, and quickly tried to sweep out the man's legs with a sweep-kick. The man dodged, and this time there would be no avoiding his shock stick. The electricty arced thuought Harold's body, causing all his muscles to contract and flex at random, uncontrollably. It was incredibly painful. The last thing Harold saw before he passed out from the shock was the rest of the guards - including the one who had attacked Harold - retreating through the gate sealing it as they escaped.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]No, you're correct - that's exactly it, and it is with almost all new bands. "Who cares if you can't play guitar, just pretend like you're playing in a MTV Music Video and no one will question us!" At least Hair Metal had the occasional good song now and then.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]The only new music I've ever managed to enjoy are Bedouin Soundclash, and even then that's only because they're practically a carbon copy of The Police (With a bit of The Clash and Bob Marley thrown in). Other than that I find most new music to be complete drivel that lacks the soul and technical ability of bands past. With the exception of the Metal genre (Which I respect but do not like), I'd be hard pressed to find a guitarist who knows jack about a good solo or a spine-tingling riff, and most of the lyrics these days are all bloody depressing. What really rocks me is REAL rock. 60's, 70's, early 80's. I'm talking the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, The Police, Tom Petty, ZZ Top, Boston, RUSH, David Bowie, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Supertramp, things in that vein. Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton, Jeff Healy, Jimmy Page. I love guitar and drum solos, they are IMO the pinicale of musical ability and it's a shame the secret to a good solo has been lost in recent years. Another thing I love is folk music. It's soft and it's normally fairly slow, but it's peaceful and tells a story all at the same time - good for relaxing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]Harold scratched his chin. He took one last, deep puff, before discarding the burned-out cigar onto the dirty ground. His last cigar. He had been forced to give the rest of them - aswell as various other trinkets he had on hand - to the guards as a bribe, as to avoid being forced to fight in the Coliseum. Right now, Harold was standing amongst other gruff, smelly, depressing prisoners, all packed into a small, dirty room, from where they could watch the fighting in the coliseum. Nero said he created it so that other prisoners could see the fates of those who misbehaved; try and convince them that, if they behaved properly, they wouldn't be forced to fight. Everyone knew, of course, that this was utter horse shit, and that they were all, more or less, completely fucked. In spite of all this, the viewing rooms were always packed with people clambering over each other to get the best veiw through the large, barred window. Because they did get one vital thing from watching these fights - experiance. It helped them prepare for the inevitable period where they would be forced to fight - although, really, nothing could prepare them for the fights, Harold knew. [B] "I can't believe they let us watch this shit."[/B] A large, bearded, tanned, well-muscled and gruff man grunted, turning to leave in disgust. Harold cuncured adamantly, but continued watching the fight. [B] "Ho ho! Got him right in the back! Oh shit, another - that guys quick."[/B] Harold recognized the voice. His name was Jeff Beard, and he was one of the sick, vile creatures who loved watching people kill each other so much that he turned up for every fight he wasn't involved in - and he was involved in many, and a damn fine fighter too - and enjoyed each drop of blood shed. Harold shook his head.[B] "Holy shit, it's Jake!" [/B] The murmurs started, and people began to speak of the tales that were told about Jake - for everyone knew about Jake and his cold bloodlust and skill - with awe in their voices. More faces were pressed againts the bars, hoping to catch a glimps of Jake at work. And at work he was.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]My favourite mystical creatures are Minotaurs. Why minotaurs, you ask, when there are the wise and gentle centaurs to choose from (When dealing with -aurs)? The answer is simple. Have you ever met a centaur? Ever read anything about them? Let me tell you something about them few people remember - [i]centaurs did nothing but drink wine - strong wine - and rape women ALL DAY LONG.[/i] That was [b]IT[/b] (With the exception of Chiron, of course). Not only were they pillaging drunkard bandits, they were lying, cheating, dirty bastards aswell! Turn your back on em' and you wake up in an ice-filled bathtub with your kidneys on the black market! Ok, well, now you may be saying - "Didn't minotaurs just hang around in damp, spooky caverns, eating human sacrifices?" The answer is, of course, no! That was Uncle Jeb of Mycenea, and he was always the black sheep of the family, y'know? Most minotaurs just considered him some crazy nutcase looking for a free meal, except he got lost in the labyrinth and couldn't find his way back out. Now, minotaurs weren't exactly what I'd call peaceful creatures. Rather, I'd describe them as "Really, really, [b]really[/b] ******* cool!" Come on, tell me you wouldn't find a huge, hairy, axe-weilding bull-man absolutely AWESOME? They're the ******* best! And they're the best damn -taur of them all![/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]What is everyone's favourite song moment? You know what I'm talking about - those moments in songs where you just turn the volume way up and scream "OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!!!" (Or some similar excamation), while air guitaring/singing along. Mine are: Keyboard solo in Shock the Monkey - Peter Gabriel: The keyboards in this song are fantastic in general, but there is one particular keyboard solo just over half way through that is just awesome. Everytime I hear it I turn the volume way up and just start trying to emulate the sound. Opening Riffs to Smoke on the Water - Deep Purple: Few riffs make aging hippies break out into spontaneous air guitar like the ones in Smoke on the Water. Not only are the riffs just generally awesome, they're also, incredibly simple and most people learn guitar with them. Ending of The Big Money - Rush: Often times it is a songs ending that defines how you remember it; if that is the case, the ending of The Big Money is just FANTASTIC. It kind of fades out on a few keyboard strokes, and than, after a few seconds of silance, Lifeson's guitar riffs come roaring back solo for a few seconds, and than Peart's rolling drumroll comes in over the riffs, and it just makes my entire body go "OOHHHHHHHHH YYYEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! - The Who: Everyone know's the YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! that I'm talking about. The one from Won't Get Fooled Again. It's the most vocal-chord chruning YEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! of all time - it makes me wonder how anyone could ever talk again afterwards. It's just so.... YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]I love KOTR! Since I'm no Star Wars expert, I had to use Wookiepedia for a lot of this, but hopefully it turns out fine. [B]Name:[/B] Jeth Ordo (Not related to Cenderous) [B]Age:[/B] 58 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Race:[/B] Mando'ade (Mandalorian) [B] Physical Description: [/B]Jeth is a tall, bulky, well-muscled man, who wears the traditional Mandalorian armour ([URL=http://starwars.wikia.com/images/thumb/e/e5/MandalorianKOTOR.jpg/150px-MandalorianKOTOR.jpg]Here[/URL]) but with a few modifications. For one, the typical t-shaped visor has been damaged beyond repair, and thus removed, revealing his face to be horribly burned and scarred. Another modification to his armour is a durasteel sheath has been attatched to the back of his armour, allowing for easy storage of his sword. Also, his armour is covered in various carbon and plasma burns from the countless battlefields he's been part of. [B]Character Background:[/B] Jeth grew up on the planet Ordo, a Mandalorian world on the Outer Rim. Ordo was mostly a barren, desert planet, but Jeth lived in the area around the equater - a surprisingly lush respite from the harshness of the rest of the planet. His parents were typical Mandalorian parents, and Jeth was a typical Mandalorian boy. He grew up programmed for combat. When Jeth came of age, he selected a Basilisk War Droid of his own, and became a member of the Mandalorian war effort. He was never known as an outstanding soldier, but his loyalty and bravery (More foolishness, really.) earned him the esteem of his commanders and fellow soldiers. When the Mandalorians invaded the Republic, he was on the front lines for every battle, with his fellow soldiers. He was not amongst the men who fell at Malachor V, he was recovering in a Kolto tank from a serious head injury. He never really considered himself lucky. After the war was over, and the Mandalorians scattered across the Galaxy, Jeth did what most Mandalorians were forced to do to make a living - he became a mercenary. He did some grunt work for the Exchange and the Hutts, either as a currier, a credit collector, or a hitman. Jeth heard rumblings of a Mandalorian revival from some other mercenaries, but assumed it was just a rumour - every once in a while some nut with a blaster showed up and called himself Mandalore, and they all ended up dead or vanished. Jeth continued with his job, mostly delivering spice to various Huttese clients throughout the galaxy. All continued as normal, until he took a job to deliver spice to a Hutt on Ord Mantell... [B] Personality Profile:[/B] Jeth considers himself a fairly laid back guy. He loves to talk and laugh and drink, and share old war stories with, at times, complete strangers. He's also extremely loyal, and brave. He likes a scrap, so when the oppertunity arrises to get involved in combat he seldom turns it down. [B] Profession:[/B] Mercenary [B]Specialist Skill: [/B]Jeth is known for, mainly, two things - one, his strength. He's been called a hairless wookie at times, for his strength and sheer willingness to use it. Another thing he's known for is his unqesionable loyalty - you wan't someone killed? Jeth'll get the job done no matter what, as long as the price is right. Something stolen? If it can be done, he'll try it. Want someone to take the point? Jeth's your man. [B]Preferred Weapon:[/B] Jeth carries a vibroblade, an heirloom that has been in his family for generations. It carries the scars of many battles and, legend has it, has killed Jedi and Sith in combat. He also carries a Manalorian blaster rifle, usually atached to his belt, and a small combat knife. *Haha, frogot personality... weird* [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]There's a Spanish train that runs between Quadalquivir and old Seville, And at dead of night the whistle blows, and people hear she's running still... And then they hush their children back to sleep, Lock the doors, upstairs they creep, For it is said that the souls of the dead Fill that train ten thousand deep!! -Chris De Burgh, Spanish Train Err, sorry, I just felt like posting that. Anyways, I'm in no way a religious man - in fact I detest relegion in general - so I don't believe in some happy-happy-joy-joy afterlife. I believe that, simply, it's best not to ask questions. I don't really care what happens when I die - afterall, I'll be to dead to enjoy or suffer, right? There's no immortal soul or somesuch ********, so I have nothing to worry about - right? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]Harold sighed, and blew smoke into the darkness. [i]Darkness[/i], Harold thought, [i]it was always darkness.[/i] It was true, aswell - there was no natural light down on Level Two, just the dim, flickering torchlight that did little to illuminate the dark allyways or alleviate the sense of dread. [i]Torches[/i], Harold thought cynically, [i]bloody torches. They didn't even give us LEDs or photon emitters - this is madness. Fucking madness.[/i] [B]"Come on Petty, give me one a dem' cigars, bro!"[/B] It was Alphonse Drakuluos, a very young man - 13 - who Harold had taken under his wing. He followed him everywhere and tried to copy everything he did. [B] "You're too young to smoke, Drak,"[/B] Harold said, grinning at the thin, pale, scruffy lad. He'd been born here, on the 2nd level, without a crime to his name, but he's still paying for what his folks did. [B]"Maybe when you're older."[/B] [B] "You're no fun Petty... Where'd you get those cigars anyways? Good behaviour?" [/B]Alphonse said accusingly, tilting his head and giving his best Harold-Petty-grin. [B]"Well... I, uhh... Well, we're all criminals, right? Might as well start acting like it." [/B]Harold exhaled another puff of smoke. [B]"So you stole em'?" [/B] [B] "Oh come on - don't look at me like that. I didn't [i]steal[/i] them, I took them from someone who stole them from someone who baught them with money they stole from the people, so I that doesn't count as stealing, ok? Now... shut up and go find your mother. She's probably looking for you - she doesn't like you hanging around with me, y'know." [/B] [B]"Yea," [/B]Alphonse said, sighing deeply and looking at the ground, [B]"I guess you're right. Well, see you tomorrow, Petty. Don't do anything... stupid." [/B] With that, Alphonse waved goodbye, and stalked off into the dark allyway. Harold couldn't help but smile; he was a good kid. Didn't deserve to live in this shit hole. No one did. Harold's smile faded.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]The butchering of the English langauge has nothing to do with public schools or Bush or anything like that. The problem is far more... stupid. Our culture is geared againts smart people. At least from a teenage stand-point (Which is when the brain does most of the learning, btw). As such, we try and talk like simpletons and idiots as to be 'cool,' which means we're not learning how to speak properly at a young age. We're also againts reading books for some inexplcable reason, and reading of any sort is often considered 'lame.' It's gotten to the point where people WANT to be stupid because it makes them cool. Like I said, THAT is the biggest problem, not public schools or Bush - our culture hates smart people! [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Sienna]One question... why would a world leader WANT to name himself after history's fool? Nero seems on odd choice, when you've got names that sound cool, like Tacitus or Vegitius. Anyways... Name: Harold Petty Age: 32 Gender: Male Appearance: [img]http://download.minitokyo.net:8001/view/212415.jpg[/img] Personality: Harold was a fairly nice guy once upon a time, a friendly, average person. But the harshness of the Neo Colusiem (Interesting spelling...), and the loss of his faimily and friends, made him into a fairly cold person. Not necessarily an inhumanly cold person, just not a very nice person. Level: Level Two Reason for being in the Colusiem: Harold was caught up in the rebellion. He was wrongly arrested, and thrown into the Coliseum with the others. [/COLOR]

[QUOTE=Caine]YES! Somebody else knows who Rick Jeanerret is, but I'm pretty sure he handled play calling duties back in 99, I know he's been calling since before then, so I think he means a Buffalo Cup victory. I have his greatest play calls ever on CD lying around here somewhere. sorry about Koivu, with him you might have eliminated the 'Canes and saved us all this trouble.[/QUOTE][COLOR=Sienna] Ya, I think that's what he said in the interview. They have a CD of the guy? Haha. I love Lalalalalalalalaaaaaaafooooonnnnnnnnnntaine and MAY DAY! MAY DAY! MAY DAY! Also, remember the hit on R.J. Umberger? That moment was one of the best in broadcasting... ever. Rick Jeanerret (Thanks for reminding me of his name BTW!) is easily the best commentator out there... damn-well better than the guys who do Hockey Night in Canada these days, that's for sure. And yea... I really hope Koivu regains his sight 100%... we would have definatly beat Carolina if that hadn't happened... and than... who knows. Sorry to hear about your uhh... entire defense corps, lol.[/COLOR]