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I was bored and I just got Dead Rising, so here's 10 minutes with zombies. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]Minute One[/B]: Blood pooled under the fallen body of my comrade in green. I can?t easily describe the horror which overcame me in that moment, but it was incomparable to any terror I?d ever known. My chest pumped quickly as my breath became short. Here I was on my ass and standing above me was the pulse less monster. It?s form was human, but it?s flesh was decaying and blood dripped from countless openings in it?s body. Clothes ragged, lumbering towards me, moaning and gnashing it?s teeth was something I could only describe as a zombie. Even with the shotgun clenched tightly in my right hand which held me from the ground I felt powerless before the monster which had just torn the heart from my comrade. With each step it took towards me I inched back until I found my back against one of the brick walls creating the alleyway into which I?d been pursued. Tightly I clenched my eyes, but I could feel it drawing closer. As the sound of it?s gargling throat loomed over me tears burst from my eyes and a shrill scream erupted from my lungs. [B]Minute Two[/B]: Three gunshots pounded the stale air. I peeked my eyes open to find the zombie falling to the ground. Blood splattered all over my uniform and face. Ahead of me at the end of the alley stood a fellow soldier, magnum in hand. Behind him I could see random zombies advancing. ?Come on!? He called to me with a swooping hand gesture. Snapping out of my momentary trance, I jumped to my feet and ran towards him. His hand took hold of mind and he began guiding me across the street, avoiding the monsters as best he could, busting open heads every so often. [B]Minute Three[/B]: Reaching a regular-looking building, the man rushed me inside and bolted the large steel door behind him. What I had stepped into was a steel-walled battle station furnished by a steel table in the center of the room. Two other people were in the room, a man and a woman dressed in black uniforms. ?I found a survivor,? the man announced. ?Hi? what?s going on here?? I asked. The woman, who was holding tightly to a handgun, stood up. ?We?re Black Ops. We were sent behind your group to assist behind-the-scenes, but things didn?t work out,? she stepped towards me, ?name?s Susan Thayer.? She extended an arm. I took it and shook. ?Karin Fisher. Nice to meet you.? [B]Minute Four[/B]: ?So? are we safe in here?? ?Well,? the man who brought me there began, ?We?re hoping to hold out until our transport arrives. According to our last contact it should only be a few more minutes. Your incredibly lucky.? ?What about the rest of my squad?? This time it was the other man in the black uniform who spoke up. ?I?m afraid we?re the only survivors. Once we get taken out of this hell-hole, this city gets taken out.? I slumped into a nearby chair. My head slunk loosely on my shoulders as my eyes began to form tears. A gentle hand met my shoulder, and my eyes met those of Susan who knelt before me. ?It?s going to be okay? we?ll be out of here soon.? [B]Minute Five[/B]: Suddenly there was a loud CLUNK. Everyone?s vision turned to the front of the room where a huge dent had emerged in the wall. My eyes widened as several identical dents appeared. ?Secret exit!? Susan yelled, turning toward the back wall. She quickly pulled back on one of the metal panes and it opened, turning out to be a door. Peeking around the door, she was terrified to find a swarm of zombies waiting in the alleyway behind the door. Slamming it shut, she reemerged into the room. ?What do we do now?? I asked fretfully. One of the knocks on the wall formed a hole instead of a dent. Immediately I placed my shotgun in the hole and pulled the trigger, listening as the pieces tore through simplified bodies. [B]Minute Six[/B]: As I began loading another shell into my shotgun, the barrel suddenly was pulled through the hole. ?Ah!? I screamed as I held tight to my weapon. Susan rushed over and grabbed onto the gun and began pulling with me. The monster?s arm came through the hole. Susan whipped a knife from her belt and severed the arm, sending me sprawling across the ground with my gun. ?Sorry,? she said. Just then there was a loud noise like a pumpkin being chopped in half followed by an pained grunt. At the back of the room the other black-ops agent had been standing against the secret door. A long sharp piece of metal was poking out of his chest and blood was spraying about the room. Screams blasted from both Susan and I, and she bent over ready to throw up. Mine and the other man?s attention were quickly turned back to the small hole which was now being pulled at by two crowbars. The crowbars tore the wall open wide and grotesque figures began crawling thorough. Remembering my position, I let fly a blast from my shotgun. ?What the hell do we do?!? I cried. ?I don?t know!? The man yelled over his constant gunfire into the horde of zombies. [B]Minute Seven[/B]: Susan lay on the ground crying while I frantically tried to load my shotgun. ?I?m running out of ammo! Think of something!? ?Shit!? I yelled. Dropping my weapon, I bent over and lifted Susan to her feet in one swift motion. ?Pull together, damn it! Come on!? Immediately she drew her gun and began blasting away at the crowd. ?Die you fuckers!? She cried. Loud crashes began coming from behind as more objects penetrated the back door. Clicking began to sound from the man?s gun as his ammo was depleted. [B]Minute Eight[/B]: It wasn?t long before both Susan and I were out of ammo as well. Once again, Susan recoiled to the ground and began crying. ?No? no no no no no!? I said, dragging her by her arms into the far corner of the room. ?Shit, what now?? The man stood before the hole, waiting for the next zombie to approach. As soon as it did, he delivered a spin-kick to it?s head, causing it to explode. He took a fighting stance and prepared himself to take on more. ?We just got to hold them off for another minute or so! We?ll be out of here soon!? A high kick and a heavy punch eradicated a few more brain-pans. My attention returned to Susan, who now appeared to have fallen asleep. ?Wake up! Come on!? I hollered as I shook her shoulders. ?She?s in shock,? I muttered. ?That?s nice,? he replied, pausing to crack a head against his knee, ?just stay put, I?ll hold em? off here.? Using his bare hands, he reached under the jaw of one of the monsters and tore its head clean off, flinging it across the room. It burst against the back wall. [B]Minute Nine[/B]: The man?s onslaught came to an end when his leg suddenly stopped in the hole. ?What the?!? Gripping his leg, the zombies began dragging him through the hole. ?No!? I cried, rushing over and grabbing his arm. I pulled with all my might, but was overpowered and fell backwards. Terror streaked my face as the man?s agonized screams pierced the air. In seconds the monsters had pulled his through the hole and I watched as they tore him in half and began eating away at him. I couldn?t move -- I just stared as the crowd began to amass around the hole. Just them the back door burst open and more zombies began to stumble in from there. I hurried back to where Susan was laying. Helplessly I cried as the beasts made their way inside. Steadily they advanced. Every bit of my body was shaking. My arms pulled my head inward and my eyes closed tightly. [B]Minute Ten[/B]: A massive explosion sounded outside the room. The attentions of all the zombies was turned toward the back door where several corpses had just been flung inward. Another blast blew away all the creatures at the far end of the room. A squad of soldiers poured into the room and bullet fire racketed through the room as the monsters before me were shot to shreds. Two soldiers rushed over and hauled Susan and I onto our feet. One threw Susan onto his back and turned to me. ?Are you all that?s left.? My jaw chattered as I tried meekly to answer. ?I guess that?s a yes, let?s get the hell out of here,? he said. Picking me up onto his back, he rushed my out the back door with the rest of his soldiers. A helicopter waited in outside, protected by more soldiers giving cover fire. All of us quickly boarded the chopper and it took off into the sky. [/COLOR]

I don't know about Berserk, but acordind to the Dark Horse site, Hellsing volume 8 isn't out yet.

[quote name='Farto the Magic][FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]Those guys annoy the hell out of me. Their lyrics are random and stupid. Terra cotta pie? COLOR'][/FONT][/quote] Pay attention, the plot of that song is quite obvious (masturbation) My mom is the biggest SOAD fan in the world, and I enjoy much of their music. Namely the Hypnotize CD which I find to be simply brilliant. I've had to listen to every SOAD song, including many rare songs, literally hundreds of times in my moms car, and know all their lyrics. I saw them at Ozzfest and they were amazing. Radio/video was definitelly a memorable experience as Serj was telling everyone to dance and stuff, it was fun. Unfortuanetally, SOAD is breaking up ater Ozzfest. Daron and Shavo are starting a new band, Scars on Broadway.

Sweet, some kickass arguements on the side of new rock! Personally, I've never been a fan of older music (probably becuase most of what I've heard is the soulless metal of the 80s). Nowadays we have great bands all around, though, which deserve some credit as they are even better than some of the so called legends of days passed. Bands such as [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]The Mars Volta[/COLOR], [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Coheed and Cambria[/COLOR], and [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Tool[/COLOR] easily live up to the old greats, and those three are even fairly mainstream, so even popular bands can be great. Rock isn't dead if you just open your mind and look around.

[QUOTE=Red 6][COLOR=Sienna] Not at all. All I'm saying is that, as far as hurricanes go, Katrina/Rita was nothing special, and I don't see why there needs to be a special memorial for it whereas worse Hurricanes in South America or Indonesia only get a passing "In Other News" report on Faux News.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] In one respect I agree with him, except instead of Katrina getting less attention, the right thing to do is give full attention to all the problems.

I'm saddened heavily by the losses in New Orleans. Admittedly, I didn't really feel much about it at first, but a certain Spike Lee movie on HBO turned my mind around. The total lack of help own there, the fact that it's STILL hell down there... these things are sick. the media coverage and support speks volumes about Americans' short attention spans. It was on tv and got donations for like a month and then totally slipped out of everyone's minds -- just another hot topic for us folks unaffected. the utter failure before and after the storm of the government to support the people of New Orleans is just terrible, and they should be in trouble for it.

In a recent conversation between my good friend Ziggy Cygnus 6 and I, we were debating over wether new rock is as good as old rock or not. I wanted to know the opinions of other OB members. I admire and respect the older rock artists for being plain awesome. At the same time, I happen to be a bigger fan of new music. Personally, I think a lot of new artists live up to their rock ancestors. I'll further my arguement later, but I'm kinda busy now, so... lets hear your thoughts.

Wikipedia is awesome, as without it I wouldn't know half of what I do about some of my favorite bands, shows, and games. I use it all the time for all kinds of things. Earlier today I was was shocked, though, as I looked up a band name and it ACTUALLY didn't have it. [/mildly disappointed]

If it is in a forest, they can't say that nothing else is around to hear it, as if nothing except for the tree is there, it would merely be a lone tree, thus not being a forest. Sometimes the question is asked with 'no one' instead of 'nothing' which begs the definition of 'no one'. If there are still bugs and animals there, assumable since it's a forest, they'd hear the noise. I apologive if anyone else said this - I didn't feel like reading the big posts.

Well I've lived in 16 different houses, some which I liked more than others, though most of them were located where I live now, in Virginia Beach, Virginia. VA Beach is a tourist attraction for the humungous beach on the far side of town. It's alright, but always crowded and stuff. Personally, I'm not a huge fan of the beach. All kinds of cool things happen there, though, like shows and monster ruck rallys and stuff. There's a nice-sized night scene down by the beach, too. Personally, I more enjoy the lesser known beaches which you can find a few miles up on the James River in Newport News. They are nice, although you gotta find one without too many jellyfish. Anyway, I don't know if it's like this in other states, but theres a 7-11 on every block here in VA Beach. It's always fun to walk to 7-11 and hang out. Only place I really care about round here other than the mall. Lotsa good stores around town...nothing really special. There's a skating rink which pparently gets some good traffic, as well

Wow! This was pretty cool so far! The whole beginning part with the river and cliff and stuff was very strange, and I had a little bit of a hard time getting it (Im prolly just dumb ^^;;) but it still seemed pretty cool. I liked the waking part more, though. Wolf's constant repetition of 'dreams aren't real' was neeto and the ending note that it is a lie made it tasty somehow :animesmil I like how you described Wolf's reaction to the blood-drenched room (and, of course, I liked the blood-drenched room). Both very well deailed. I find your story to be reminiscent of a survival horror game. Also, my favorite part is probably when Wolf was terrified to turn on the light -- that sense of unsurmountable fear is always fun :catgirl:

[center][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]Jack Black[/B] [IMG]http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f221/XxXShazzellXxX/jack_black_.jpg[/IMG] What mortal doth not swoon at the sight of this extraordinary visage? Jack Black! Thou hast enchanted my very soul with your boundless rapture! I fall to my knees before you and pray that you bestow the blessing of teh sex0rs upon me![/COLOR][/center] In all seriousness, I'm not into celebrities. I mean, some of them are pretty hot, but I just hate celebrities with such a deep passion that I could never focus past my overwhelming disgust enough to like them. I mean some celebrities are cool, but the ones I like, such as jack Black, have a tendancy not to be sexy.

That kinda sicks, I liked writing OB articles and I planned to get back to it as one of my next things to do, but I guess I can cross it off my project list now. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]??? In Loving Memory: OB Articles ???[/COLOR]

I've been known to do the dew most of the time. The dew and I only began doing it a few years ago, as I used to be affixed to the lymony goodness of Sprite. Letely, thouh, I've begun to tire of the dew (I think I did it a little too much) and have been trying out all sorts of other beverages. My all-time favorite soda, though, was a very short lived Mountain Dew Pitch Black.

This RP looks great, I'm looking ofrward to it and I started to make a charater (Collins, BTW) but it occured to me you never said what generation it takes place in. Like modern or ancient?

Inuyasham Effections Touching Across Time shdpinurk fo traenlns HINT: Mars Volta

Sex officially scares the hell out of me. All the complexities of knowing how, when, why, where and with whom are just too much to handle. I think I'm just gunna try not to get into any sexual encounters and only have sex if someone else wants to have it with me. If I am in a relationship, I'll let them decide the who-what-when-where-why-how of my sex life. Call me pathetic, but these decisions are frightening to me.

As James stated reifly and I think soeone else mentioned, there are obsessive fans of all sorts of things. Anime fans defend anime like it belongs to them, and sometime they are totally deluuding themselves, but then everything has these people. Take for example OB's own Jakehammeren (this is not an attack, I kinda side with him actually). I have often seen him get all over people about Metal music, confusig it with other genres, insulting it or anything such. Look at 90% of the nintendo fanboys. I DARE you to walk up to a hardcore nintendo fan and insult Zelda without being prepared for a debate. So anyway, this Jenn or whoever just has a narrow outlook at the world and this situation.

>_< SK, you NEED to follow everyone's advice here, pal. First, stop continuing the story and focus on fixing your mistakes! Go back to chapter one and follow JJ and Sakura and my advice and make it good before you continue, dude! JJ's right, you keep making the smae mistakes everyone's telling you to fix. before you do anything else, take chapter 1 into Word Processor, clean it up, and look for errors and do some of that syntaxing (sp?). Then you can move onto CH2, but finish the chapter you've started before moving onto the next one.

Sounds like someone's just being mean. honestly, if you hate otaku so much just ignore them >_> Anyway, I don't see what the problem with this stuff is. I'm sure Japanese otaku are the same way anyway. :animeswea On the one hand, I want to say this person is looking at otaku too extremely, but on the other hand, otaku's can be quite obsessive hehe... Anyway, my opinion stands that 'to each their own' but really, why are we gunna let one angry jerk get us down?

[quote name='JJ][Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]PPS: Tical, you're not helping at all the way you point things out. Either point 'em out right, or don't so it at all.[/size'][/color][/quote] For the record, he did ask for my help. And I don't want to write the story for him... he has to fix his mistakes his own way if he wats to learn *nods* Awesome job, though!

If you like fighting games, go for [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Soul Calibur 2[/COLOR]. It's not as fast as[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue] DOA [/COLOR] but still really fun. Also, [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Guilty Gear X2 [/COLOR] is a great 2D fighting game. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]God of War [/COLOR] is also friggin awesome -- personally I was a bit more of a DMC fan, but GOW still delivers awesome action and brutal carnage to take pleasure in. Plus it actually has a decent story unlike DMC >_> If you like [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Gungrave Overdose[/COLOR], go for the origional as well if you can find it. If you like some platforming with your action, go for the [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Ratchet and Clank[/COLOR] series. It's really weapon-based but still fun as crap, and still involves laying waste to thousands of enemies. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Zone of the Enders [/COLOR] one and especially [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]The 2nd Runner[/COLOR] are both amazing games with wonerful stories as well. They are both mech games, but play more like hack and slash games and are just plain fun. The first one is a bit less exciting, but both are great. I know you said no RE games, but if you haven't played [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Resident Evil 4[/COLOR], at least give it a chance.

Very cool! In all honesty, I kinda miss your old style of writing in which I had a hard time understanding things -- but this more easy to understand style is sill good. This poem flows really well, none of the lines seem awkwardly short or long and you have a working rhyme scheme. I very much enjoy your vocabulary, as you use some slightly big words and similies and stuff all sounding just the way they should. I'm not really good at explaining what I like about poems so I guess I could simply put, I like this poem. A lot. ^^;;

Once again, I will not complian about your bad spelling, because I am a bad speller even with spellcheck. Okay, regarding the first 2 paragraphs... you still haven't finished here. When I told you to combine your sentences I didn't mean just in the first paragraph, but in the whole chapter! The way all the sentences are fragmented almost makes it feel like you're listening to a news report. Also, in the last paragraph, you need some paragraoh breaks. Each time a different character begins talking, it should be the start of a new paragraph. this chapter is definetally a major step up from the origional, it just needs some fixing. You don't need to start over again, just tidy it up. Also, save the profiles for a website >_>

[QUOTE=sakurasuka][size=1]Damn. Just five? I lose at least every half hour. Okay. Whenever me and my friend have nothing to talk about, he randomly says something like 'So.. Wanna talk about trains?' and that's when I told him about the game. So now, whenever he says 'So..' I think trains. And then the Game. So it's impossible to talk to him. Whenever we see each other, we're just like 'I lose.' [/size][/QUOTE] XD!!! Damn, you got roped in! I'm totally telling my friends about the game now.