Lt.Zero

[COLOR="Navy"]In most cases, I usually fall asleep at around eleven or so. After watching Southpark on Comedy Central that is :D[/COLOR]

[QUOTE](Or fill up super-soakers?!)[/QUOTE] [COLOR="navy"]That's a great idea. I told my friends about it and I got two to go along with it. There gonna go around from the sides of the building with super soakers and juggalo faces.[/COLOR] [QUOTE]I wouldn't recommend throwing it in the crowd, that'd be scary if people got confused.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="Navy"]I was actually thinking of doing that ( also putting a little spin on it to get some better range) and I hadn't thought of the confusion that it would cause. Thanks for advising against it. Thanks to everyone for the suggestions and help. If any one has more, don't be shy. Share with 'em with a juggalo :animesmil[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Navy"]Hi everybody. I need some help real quick. I have a plan for the last day of school which includes me painting my face like ICP, dying my hair blue, getting on top of the school's roof, and spraying soda over everyone. But I have a problem. I'm not sure which method is best to get soda to fizz up and spray the farthest. My friends say to put Mentos in a 2-liter of Pepsi. But does it matter what brand of soda I use? Or do my friends not know what they're talking about all-together? Please, any suggestions?[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Navy"]In my history class we recently had to remake the 'TWas the Night Before Christmas' poem with an event from U.S. history. So I thought it might be fun if the people in the good old OB created something like it in a comical form one stanza at a time. The rules are simple. 1. Only post one stanza. 2. Each stanza has to be four lines and has to ryhmn. 3. Each post has to correspond in some way to the last. If you want to post, have fun. If not, oh well.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Navy"]Well I think that the mass majority of people would agree that Christopher was no man of honor. Anyways I fiqureured out how to get the poll thing up (Thanks SunfallE) so go crazy with the poll...um...polling? Is that it? Anyways, feel free to vote on the poll.[/COLOR]

[quote name='Aceburner']This thread is in need of a poll. Like nobody's frickin' business.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="Navy"]How would I go about adding a poll to this thread?[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Navy"]No doubt about that in my mind, Retribution. However, there are still alot of people who find ways to justify his actions.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Navy"]Recently we did a report about our opinions on Christopher Columbus in school talking about whether we thought he was either; A) A 'Hero'. or B) A 'Villian'. So I was wandering where you lot stand on whether he was a hero or a villian (for the lack of better terms). So please tell you're opinion and why. The way part of course being details supporting you're view point.[/COLOR]

I need help help with a part in Till the End of Time. I'm at the part where I just defeated the boss in the cave after Nel saves Fayt and Cliff. I'm trying to get out of the caverns. I can't fiqure out the path to take with the haulers. Can any one help?

[COLOR=Navy]Pie is freakin [B]AWESOME[/B]! I don't know where the world would be without the invention of pie...it's kinda scary to think of life without pie... [/COLOR] :animestun

[COLOR=Navy]I'd go Wild West with two twin 45 Magnum Revolvers. They got enough power to blow someone's head to bits, easy to carry since they're compact, and they've always looked cool to me.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Navy]My freind Jeffery has been writing a story lately and has been asking me and his other freinds for opinions and criticism. I suggested that he let me post his story on the OB and he was all for it. So far he's got three chapters finished. All of the chapters are really short. So here are the fineshed chapters. Please tell me what you think.[/COLOR] [CENTER][B][I][U][COLOR=DarkRed]Chapter 1.[/COLOR][/U][/I][/B][/CENTER] [COLOR=Navy]There were many trees there. All of them bare, stripped of their leaves by the cold of past weeks. The branches stretching out with limbs reaching out for the blood red sky. The wind was cold and unforgiving. It was winter. A winter not cold enough for snow to fall and cushion the ground, but still cold enough for the wind to chill your bones to the marrow. At least I think that was what made it so cold outside...or...maybe it was just that place. That cold, dead, place. I had been there for hours and not seen a single sign of life. The bushes had left without leaving a trace (or, maybe they were never here to begin with), the leaves that fell from the trees up high had left with the December winds, and the earth beneath my feet was dry and cracked. I shook my head to rid myself of paranoia and quickened my pace. I had to get out of there. If I didn't, then I would surely die. Not even nine years in the army had prepared me for this. This thought merely caused more paranoia. The army had prepared me for everything in my life. Because of the army I have always been able to conquer everything that came my way...Every natural thing anyway...That's what's so disturbing...What was that place? And what created it? It surely wasn't a work of God. She would never create something that terrible...Was it Satan? No. Couldn't be. Not even Satan could create something so forsaking. Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted and I was stopped dead in my tracks. I lost my balance and toppled onto my back, my skull colliding with the harsh ground. Everything started to get dark and I passed out.[/COLOR] [CENTER][B][I][U][COLOR=DarkRed]Chapter 2.[/COLOR][/U][/I][/B][/CENTER] [COLOR=Navy]I sat up and felt the back of my head. There was a warm liquid that was ubdoubtly blood. The blood wasn't flowing from the wound and there was very little there to be found so I paid no mind to it. I looked up and saw that I had run into a tree. I had become so wrapped up in my thoughts that I had forgotten to look where I was going. I heard the caw of a bird. I looked up and found myself staring at a raven. As I got to my feet the raven lept from it's perch and started to fly away. [I]A raven?[/I] I thought t myself, [I][COLOR=Green]Where is it going?[/COLOR][/I] A voice in my head. Strange. [B]"I'm not sure."[/B] I replied to the voice. [B]"It might be going back to it's nest."[/B] [I][COLOR=Green]And where it's nest is, there's probably more life. That means food. And water.[/COLOR][/I] With these thoughts in mind, I began to chase the raven. As I ran, the woods began to thicken. I burst into a sprint. But as I ran, it became harder to follow the raven. The sky was becoming blotted out by the criss-crossing branches. There were also branches lower to the ground now which made it difficult to continue forward. I soon lost sight of the raven and silently cursed myself. Not only was the raven gone, but I was now more lost than before. Although the raven was gone from sight, I continued to run. I supposed it was because I began to panic. I had never really panicked before. I was always a rather mellow person. That was another eiry part of that place. What was it that could make such a neutral man as myself break into a panic? I ran faster. As I ran, my foot struck an ejecting root and I fell to the ground. As I was falling, I held out my arm to make an attempt at breaking my fall. As I landed, I heard a wet, sickening crack as my wrist broke under my weight. I blinked away a tear of pain that had found it's way into my eye. I got up and, clutching my broken wrist, began to walk forward making sure not to trip again. After what couldn't be either more nor less then a half hour, I broke free of the forest and came to a clearing.[/COLOR] [CENTER][B][I][U][COLOR=DarkRed]Chapter 3.[/COLOR][/U][/I][/B][/CENTER] [COLOR=Navy]In the clearing was a house. It was a large house. Most likely of the Victorian Era. Very old. It was made of wood that was an eiry gray with black roofing. The entire perimeter of the house was closed off by a fence. [I][COLOR=Green]You shouldn't go in there.[/COLOR][/I] [B]"What do you know?"[/B] [I][COLOR=Green]I know that you're afraid.[/COLOR][/I] [B]"I'm not afraid."[/B] I said. I knew it was a lie. Apparently so did the voice.[B]"Besides, if I stay out here I'll die."[/B] [I][COLOR=Green]What ever you need to tell your self.[/COLOR][/I] [B]"SHUT UP!"[/B] I shouted. [I][COLOR=Green]You're the one shouting into thin air. Not me.[/COLOR][/I] Ignoring the voice I moved forward. The gate swung open from a simple nudge. I walked up the stone walk, up the stairs, and, with my good hand, opened the door. Luckily the door wasn't locked and it swung open as soon as I turned the knob. I stepped inside the house and saw and the interior was just as disturbing as the exterior of the house. [I][COLOR=Green]Are you sure about this?[/COLOR][/I] [B]"I thought I told you to shut up."[/B] [I][COLOR=Green]I'm just keeping your best interest in mind.[/COLOR][/I] [B]"I don't need your help, thanks."[/B] [I][COLOR=Green]It seems to me that you need all the help you can get.[/COLOR][/I] [B]"Well I don't. So shut up."[/B] I moved forward. I entered a dining room. In the dining room there was a brass chandelier hanging proudly above an old Victorian dinner table. It was a fairly large table. One chair stood on each end of the table with three seats spaced evenly apart on either side. As I approached the table I heard the voice again. It spoke a single word. [I][COLOR=Green]Move.[/COLOR][/I] At the sound of the voice I took a few steps back and twisted my torso so that my arm was sheltering my head and my face was the opposite direction of the table. As I did this I heard a great crash from where the table was. I looked at the scene of the crash and saw that the table had been demolished by the chandelier. [I][COLOR=Green]What is that?[/COLOR][/I] The voice inquired. I looked up and saw something black floating down from the ceiling. As it got closer I could see that it was a single feather from the raven.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Navy][I]Dammit,[/I] Zane thought to himself as he moved up in line, [I]This armor's gonna hold me back when it comes time for the obstacle course...Same goes for when it's my turn to shoot the arrows. I could probably take off the gauntlets while I shoot. But that still leaves the problem of the obstacle course...Damn...Well I could probably use teleport every now and then...But that takes up alot of energy...And it doesn't get me that far anyways...I could use my wings...But then again this armor was designed to help restrain my father's powers...There's no telling what'll happen if I use them...Ok, I will use the demon powers...I'll have to if I want to win this thing...But only as a last resort.[/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=Navy]It was now Zane's turn to shoot the arrows. He took off his gauntlets and set them by his feet. As he did this, he caught a glimpse of his nails. They had become longer and claw like. [I]Interesting,[/I] he thought, [I]It would appear that I have been in less control than I was led to beleive.[/I] He cracked his nuckles and the nails returned to normal. He picked up the bow and arrow and took aim. Suddenly his eyes illuminated as if fireflys had awoken behind his dark green iris. He blinked hard to get rid of the demonic trait. As he did so, he accidently let go of his arrow and it went flying past the target, missing it by at least a foot. [I]Damn![/I] There were boos, hisses, and taunting laughs coming from the audience. Ignoring this, he picked up another arrow, took aim, and shot. This time it hit a red ring. There were more boos and laughs. He picked up the third arrow, loaded it into the bow, and took aim. His nails grew long and his irises began to glow. The arrow was shot, and it hit bulls eye. Zane blinked hard and was once again returned to his human state. He put his gauntlets on and began to walk to the benches. Akari stuck her arm out to the side catching Zane in the chest.[B]"There is something evil about you."[/B] She whispered. [B]"I know."[/B] Zane replied and pushed past her to get to the benches.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Navy]I agree with Kenshin DX. All of us teenage boys are, without a doubt, self conscience, hyperactive, jack-assess. And it would be best to wait a little while. I also agree with the people that said that if he only pays attention to you when you give him stuff, then he's not worth your time.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Navy][B]"BEGIN!"[/B] the judge shouted. Everyone started running towards who they thought would be easiest to take down,[B]"And so it begins."[/B] Zane whispered to himself. Out of the cornrer of his eye, Zane saw a man running towards him and couldn't help but to laugh a little. Zane stepped back one pace, and held his leg out tripping the man. [B]"CONTESTANT 134, OUT!"[/B] the judge said. [I]This is gonna be easier than I expected.[/I] Zane thought to himself. He ran out into the middle of the ring to try and get out more competeters. There he saw the witch that had talked to him last night after he had signed up. Behind her there was someone running up to her. He darted past her and closelined the other guy. [B]"Thanks."[/B] she said. They were now standing back to back in case anyone tryed to sneak up on either one of them. [B]"Yeah no problem."[/B] Zane replied. [B]"I never caught your name."[/B] [B]"It's Akari.[/B]" She said. [B]"Nice name. So how are you holding out?" "Decent. I could use some help though. Some of these people are pretty brutal." "Agreed. How 'bout this. We watch each others backs? If I see that you're in trouble, I help you out. If you see that I'm in trouble, you help me out. Sound fair?" "Are you really willing to make an alliance with a witch?" "I see no differences between the two of us. All races share the same air, earth, and sky right? So there should be no problem. What da ya say? Partners?" "Sounds decent...You gotta deal."[/B][/COLOR]