Flash

Alot of people think it sounds like a English/Aussie mix. Of course, that's just from people in South Dakota... Hell, I went into a grocery store in Rapid, and the guy was all like 'Have you got an Accent or something', and I said, 'Yeah, I'm from upstate.'. He was all, 'Oh, yeah, I thought so.'. Ha ha. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Sorry.

Cheers Matt, now I don't have to say anything, heh.

Well, it's Christmas day here... Just seems like another normal day. Nothing special. Hope you guys have more fun than I'm having... o.<

Wel, we got back from the latest mission (at the comm. tower), and now everyone's off doing their thing. Iota's training, Reverb's recharging, Warlock's taken Iota's car and headed back to the Desert, Demos is Pissed, this Duke guy is making a name for himself, Xion got discharged, and some other stuff is happening. Just read through it. I'll edit this with a post shortly; And I actually /mean/ it, unlike Warlock. :P

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Matt [/i] [B][color=red][b]............calm matt, calm...... Peter Jackson directed the movie! If you have the extended edition DVD, I suggest you watch the appendices. They are very interesting.[/b][/color] [/B][/QUOTE] Wait, you watched those and you _didn't hear_ Peter Jackson's accent or something? You must be deaf or something, lol.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Matt [/i] [B][color=red][b]He's not American???? I must have missed something. lol[/b][/color] [/B][/QUOTE] ... ... ... ...Will remain calm. Will simply tell Matt that Peter Jackson is from New Zealand. Will also remind him that's where the whole thing was filmed. You can't see me now, but I'm rubbing my temples.

[I]Driving through a field of dismantled Tanks and shrapnel. This was no-man's land. The space between Soviet and Allied defences. A field of death. Christov and Arano cruised through it slowly, solemnly, respecting the memories of all the soldiers they must have lost here. It was a sad thought that so many had died only feet outside of the gates. Once the Brothers entered the base, they saw Colonel Hernandez, Lieutenant Vaceslav and another man standing upon a High balcony, addressing the Infantry battallion. Behind them, Tanks were rolling outwards. It was time. Flash and Blank quickly walked into the Hangar. Tanks were pouring out the main doors. They entered the secondary hangar, and boarded the Catastrophe. There were a few people onboard the MCC already, at the Navigational controls, Radar, ecetera. Fortunately for the Generals, most of them were female. All the male crew had been transferred to piloting Tanks on the front line, due to a shortage of drivers. Arano looked to the sky, and mouthed 'Thank you.' Flash smiled and quickly found the two Captain's chairs. The brothers took their positions, and the MCC began to move. On the main screen, Colonel Hernandez popped into view. He saluted the Generals.[/I] [b]Hernandez:[/b] We have a squadron of Five Apocalypse Tanks to accompany you, Sir. They are some of the best in the squadron. [I]Another screen lit up, next to the main screen. It was divided into ten smaller screens. Along the top row, each tank could be seen. On the second row, the pilots faces. Two were Sergeants, Two were Corporals, and one was different. He had three stripes, making him a Sergeant, but his stripes were Hollow gold with a back inner. This meant that he was no less than a Mind-Controlled Ally. Arano scowled.[/I] [b]Blank:[/b] You're putting an Ally in our escourt? [b]Flash:[/b] Don't worry about it. Besides, the nearer he's with me, the better. If our Psychic beacon fails, I can easily step in. [b]Blank:[/b] Alright. I suppose you do know what you're talking about. [b]Flash:[/b] Heh heh. Care to join me outside? [b]Blank:[/b] Of course, Comrade. [I]They both stood, leaving the bridg, heading down a short corridoor and up a ladder, to the foward deck bunker. Upon reaching it, they found a pair of female gunners, relaxing before they reached the front line. They quickly clambered to their feet, saluting and standing attention. Flash smiled and nodded. He and his brother climbed up another ladder, reaching the roof of the MCC. There was a Deck, and a catwalk that stretched the whole way down, across to the port and starboard bunkers, and the rear deck. Arano pulled out a Cigarette, and lit up. Flash did the same thing, in perfect sync with his Brother. They turned to face the United States. Ahead of them, they could hear explosions and gunfire. The battlefield awaits.[/I]

hoo... It's over. Thanks for the support, you guys. Couldn't have a Poll without you.

*twitches* See? People will protest anything, it's sad. I bet you a billion dollars that they wouldn't have said any of that if Peter Jackson was an American.

Kingdom Hearts is [u]not[/u] a Final Fantasy game. It just has Cameos in it. I mean, look at movies. Madonna apparently makes a Cameo in 'Die Another Day'. Does that make is a Madonna Movie? No. Look at all the Cameos in the Austin Powers Series! I wouldn't call Goldmember a Kevin Spacey film, but he was in it, [i]as a cameo.[/i] Look at Ehrgeiz. It had Cloud, Tifa, Sephiroth, Yuffie, Vincent and a Plethera of weapons from FF7 in it, as well as some similar monsters, yet no-one ever even began to consider classifying it as an FF game. So there. It's not a Final Fantasy game. Get over it. Final Fantasy 1 mentioned Link on a tombstone in the Elf Village. That does not make it a Zelda game.

[B]Alias Name:[/B] Agent Delta. [B]Expertise:[/B] Agent. [B]Bio:[/B] Delta is a new-type Agent developed after 'the One' was able to defeat the old-type Agents. Delta is the Fourth Model of the new-type Agents, the Debug model. He has gained a strong sense of rebellion and unique style to his work.

It's Smeagol, not Smeegle. :P

Man, you guys in the states sure have sucky counsellors... o_O;; I've been to two School Counsellors, only because the one I was seeing left the school while I was still visiting him. Both of them have been young, easy-to-talk to, and very helpful. I don't think I could say I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my school counsellors... But I'm sure it's helped.

Or maybe there's just not alot of light on their faces, due to the shadow from the hat. I've always thought that their faces were black due to some kind of Shroud that appears once they become Black mages, or something. To signify that they're a black mage, ya know?

Well, we can speculate all we want. Logically, San Andreas [i]would[/i] continue the pattern Rockstar are going on (cities from GTA1), and we haven't seen a GTA on the west coast of the states yet, so it makes sense. But remember GTA: London? Perhaps we'll see another 'back in time' game, set in the sixties/seventies, in London (just so Rockstar can beat the bajeebus out of the Getaway). Who knows. Go ask Rockstar.

[I]Christov knew it at once. His soldiers formed an intricate, complex network of neurons and ions, all connecting with one another. And one of the links had been severed. Moments later, incoherant shouting and yelling could be heard from the Hangar. Arano and Hernandez rushed out, Flash walking solemnly behind them, speaking.[/I] [B]Flash:[/B] There's been a murder. With all the troops entering the hangar, an intruder slipped in. He's taken an Apocalypse tank. [I]They all reached the viewing area, and sure enough, saw the rogue Apoc screaming towards the main doors. It unleashed two shells at the doors, blowing a hole right in them. The tank burst through the hole, heading for freedom. Hernandez was about to issue a seek and destroy command, but Flash put his hand on the Colonel's shoulder.[/I] [B]Flash:[/B] We need that tank back. Arano and I will retrieve it. [B]Hernandez:[/B] Alright, Generals. But with what? [B]Blank:[/B] What's the fastest unit you have? [B]Hernandez:[/B] Well, we have a few Recon Hummers outside... [B]Flash:[/B] That'll do. Let's roll. [I]Christov and his Brother sprinted outside, spotting the Hummer, and leaping in. Arano sat at the Driver's side, and Christov rid shotgun, drawing his Tesla Magnums should he need them. The Apocalypse tank game into view quickly. Powerful, but like most Soviet units, very slow. Inside the mammoth tank, Zylics saw the Hummer approaching him on radar. Of course, he had no idea who was in it. He looked around, trying to work out how to manouveur the turret, but the Russian controls were near impossible for him to read. Looking around, he found a KF7 Soviet Assault Rifle laying on the floor next to him. He grabbed it, and stood up, pushing up the hatch of the tank. He aimed the KF7 quickly, and fired bursts at the Hummer. Flash knew where Zylics was going to aim, and thusly shouted directions for Blank to swerve in. He was an excellent pilot in any vehicle, and this proved it. Finally, they caught up with the Apocalypse tank, and began a high risk attack. Christov fired a shot from his Tesla Magnums, hitting the KF7 Soviet. The gun blown straight out of Zylic's hands. He fired again, aiming at Zylic's head this time. As the bolts of Tesla screamed towards him, he ducked, the electricity being absorbed harmlessly into the Apocalypse tank's heavy armour. Flash cursed, and ordered Blank to hey closer. He did--So close you couldn't fit a toothpick between the Recon Hummer and the massive Assault tank. C hristov climed back down into the vehicle, and took the wheel, while Arano jumped onto the side of the Apoc. He clambered to the tob of it, and aimed his Forty-Fives down into the cockpit. He fired three times, but hit nothing. Suddenly, Zylic's arm shot upwards, grabbing the handle on the hatch, closing and then locking it. Arano cussed under his breath, and aimed his guns downward. Thankfully, he had a pair of AP-bullet loaded clips at the ready, should a situation like this occur. And best of all, the bullets had been tested against this very thing--An Apocalypse tank. Loading the clips, and opening fire, Arano unloaded both clips into the turret of the tank, hoping to have one shot hit the American intruder on the inside. He wasn't so lucky. Instead, one high-penetration bullet pummelled through the ammunition store, which instantly detonated. No-one saw it coming--Not even Flash. The brothers both had time to react after the initial explosion, however. Blank immediately stopped and jumped off the Tank, while Flash jammed on the breaks. The two Generals watched powerlessly as the huge tank rolled on, fire erupting from all points, before erupting in a gigantic ball of fire. Pieces of shrapnel landed everywhere, and the fire began to subside, making way for tons of smoke and gas.[/I] [B]Flash:[/B] Good work, Arano. You're alright. [B]Blank:[/B] Yes, yes... Let's get back to base now. I'm eager to test the Catastrophe... Not to mention beginning the Siege. [B]Flash:[/B] All right. No time to waste. [I]The Les frères d'Armageddon walked briskly back to the Hummer, jumping in and spinning the Recon truck around as quickly as it could. Flash turned his head around, looking at the last of the smouldering wreckage. 'I pick up a lifesign... But no-one could have survived that...'. Sadly, he was mistaken. Thanks to the innuitive self-preservation systems employed in the tank, Zylics had survived. The Cockpit of the Tank was protected from such a thing happening by a thick layer of strong material. When it detonated, the wall had absorbed the force of the first explosion, and he was lucky thrown out of the wreckage. By the next detonation though, nothing survived, and the Tank was ripped to shreads. Zylics was lucky to be alive.[/I]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mnemolth [/i] [B]Dude, I don't think Rain's in this thing. Though if she were she certainly has my vote. :D [/B][/QUOTE] -___________-;; He means he wants a Raincheck for the fact that he made a wrong vote earlier. Even though he's a [b]Moderator[/b] and could [b]easily edit[/b] the poll. :P

[B]Flash:[/B] Regardless, General Arano and myself have a Siege to oversee. I trust you've completed production of the tanks we requested? [B]Vaceslav:[/B] Bah, I am not in charge of War Factory production. Go and speak with Colonel Hernandez in the Production facility... It's right out-- [B]Flash:[/B] ...I already know where it is. Good to see you, Lieutenant General. [I]Without saluting, the two Generals exited Vaceslav's office, heading to the elevator. Upon entering, Arano pushed the button for the ground floor. With a cbrief lick and a whirring sound, they were there. Stepping out, the Brothers headed out the doors right in front of them, into a raised corridoor, lined with windows. It was quite an impressive piece of artitechture, suspended a few floors above a massive stretch of tarmac in the valley. It led across the gap, into the side of a large, flat topped hill.[/I] [B]Blank:[/B] An underground War Factory production facility? Impressive. [B]Flash:[/B] Yes, quite. The allies would have a much easier job of destroying it if it were above ground. [B]Blank:[/B] Not that they could get past our air defence--Or even know that it's here. [I]The Les frères d'Armageddon walked up to the massive steel doors, nodding to a guard on duty in a bunker adjacent the door. He saluted the Generals and opened up. The large plates of steel shifted, one moving up, one moving down. Once they had all but disappeared, recessing into the ground, Arano and Christov stepped in. They were on a Cat Walk, and could see the vastness of the facility. There were massive structures rolling out tanks one by one, and finished tanks in rows facing huge metal doors in front of them. Flash smiled, while Arano frowned.[/I] [B]Blank:[/B] They're not finished. They're short 4 Apoc's. [I]Flash laughed to himself. His brother wasn't always the most observant person in the world, but he sure as well was when it came to weapons of war. You could have a turret out of allignment a quarter of an inch, and Arano would notice from 50 feet away.[/I] [B]Flash:[/B] I'm sure we'll manage. We have twenty-six already, not to mention the sixty Rhinos, thirty Tesla Tanks, forty V3 launchers... [B]Blank:[/B] Yeah, yeah... We'll just have to wait. [B]Flash:[/B] Heh, fine by me... As long as they've finished our MCC. [I]Flash looked to his left. Approaching them was Colonel Hernandez, a Cuban man in his mid-thirties. He smiled and saluted Christov and Arano, behind a black moustache and goatee, his eyes hidden by a pair of generic sunglasses.[/I] [B]Hernandez:[/B] Good morning, Generals. I trust you are both well? [B]Flash:[/B] Fine, Fine, Colonel. How is the family? [B]Hernandez:[/B] Never better, Sir. Tico has even said he wants to enlist in the Cuban army as soon as he is old enough. [I]Flash smiled thoughtfully, and nodded. Touching. Sometimes he wish he had a family like that, a family of his own. He glanced over at the mass of tanks.[/I] [B]Flash:[/B] Tell me Colonel, is our MCC ready? [B]Hernandez:[/B] The Mobile Command Centre? Yes, yes it is. Right this way. [I]Colonel Hernandez led them along the catwalk, into a large, seperate hangar. In this hangar there was only one unit, resting on a giant Turntable device. It was the MCC Catastrophe. Flash grinned. This was it. Just like the MCC Cataclysm, which his Forefathers had piloted during the Russian Invasion of Europe. Of course, back then it was merely armed with a Proto-type Tesla turret and the Mammoth Tusk Missile System. But the Catastrophe was so much more. It was the size of an MCV, probably bigger. Upon it's roof rested a massive white dome, comprised of multiple trianges. At the base of the dome were dual blue rings. This was the beautful Radar Dome that doubled as a huge Tesla Weapon. There was even a Helicopter pad on the back of the Catastrophe, for landing Hinds and Chinooks.The Catastrophe had several vantage points, which could be used to house snipers and for Commanders to oversee operations in the flesh.[/I] [B]Hernandez:[/B] The Catastrophe, General. [B]Flash:[/B] Excellent. Ready your men. The siege starts in twenty minutes.

I'm not buying anyone anything, I just don't have any cash--I'll make some cards, instead. At least they're more personal. As for me, well, I can't really ask for anything seeing as I can't give anything, heh. Just a bit of Christmas cheer is the best gift of all, right? *cough*[size=1]I want money[/size]*cough*

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Desbreko [/i] [B][color=indigo] Other advice: Mime KOTR over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over... And then repeat. :p[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [I]Lame...[/I] Do it the fun way! Get 14 pieces of 'Counter' Materia, One 'HP-up' and one Mastered 'Cover' materia. Put all that on one person, as well as a Wizard Bracelet and that person's ultimate weapon. That means that whenever someone gets hit, that person will cover it and counter Fourteen times, for roughly 139986 damage. Sweet, eh? Now imagine doing that for everyone... *drool* That's vengeance for you. ^_^ (you might want to exchange one piece of Counter Materia for Enemy Skill (Big Guard, White Wind) or something.)

[I]Simikiel kneeled in midair, bowing his head, and resting his sword across his Knee. He was whispering something, chanting, praying. Ryan looked curiously at the Archangel.[/I] [B]Simikiel:[/B] ...Deus dare ego vis.. Ad dimicare Satanas legio... Ego adorare ac servire vos, Deus... [B]Ryan:[/B] Pathetic! Look at the way you beg for that Lord of yours to save you. Well guess what, it's not going to-- [B]Simikiel: Silence![/B] [I]Simikiel's eyes glazed over, turning pure white. His normally black hair turned white also, and stood on end. He shone brightly, emiting energy in all directions. From the outside, the Cathedral could barely be seen through the light pouring out all of the stained glass windows. Ryan shielded his eyes from the intense holy light. Exposure would kill any normal demon--Only his armour protected him. As Ryan regained his composure, attempting to bare the light, Simikiel attacked. A bolt of white lightning shot out from the engulfing orb of energy and light that was Simikiel. It pinned Ryan back, against a giant stone cross at the Altar of the Cathedral. He tried to move, but could not. The Light around Simikiel subsided, and the glowing Angel spoke with a booming voice, that seemed to have many dimensions to it. There was a voice of Anger, a voice of Hatred, a voice of Sadness, a whisper, a shout. Ryan thought without a doubt that this was the voice of God.[/I] [B]Simikiel: You dare to oppose Me?[/B] [B]Ryan:[/B] Is this... the voice of God? [B]Simikiel: Haha! Nay, child. This is but the beginning of my power![/B] [I]Pinned against the cross, Ryan was being barraged with Holy energy. So much in fact, that his armour was beginning to flaw.[/I] [B]Simikiel: Are you afraid, Demon?[/B] [B]Ryan:[/B] ....No. [B]Simikiel: Do not lie to me, Demon![/B] [I]From Simikiel, four crosses flew fowards, towards Ryan. The crosses were solid, comprised of pure Holy energy. All four of them pierced him. One in each hand, and one in each foot. The crosses easily penetrated his Dark armour. Drowning in pain, Ryan began to fade. But, before he could, Simikiel hurled Apragsin at him. The sword pierced Ryan's side, sending the Fallen Angel into a spiral of pain. Holy energy ruptured his evil body.[/I] [B]Ryan:[/B] No... It can't be! [B]Simikiel: That's right, child. Apragsin is forged of Longinus, the lance that pierced Christ's side as he, like you, was crucified, two millenia ago.[/B] [I]All the pain, all the hatred, all the agony in the world were poured into this most Holy artifact. Apragsin was the ultimate weapon of the Holy Legion. Ryan shook violently, slowly succumbing to the pain, trying to free himself.[/I] [B]Simikiel: Why do you fight, Demon? To gain control of the world? But you will never. For no matter how valiantly you battle, the might of God shall always overpower you.[/B] [B]Ryan:[/B] And what... If I killed him... [B]Simikiel: Fool! You cannot kill the Almighty, the Creator... For with him would go all existence! But yours ends here, Ryan.[/B] [I]Simikiel unleashed a massive bolt of lightning, one which easily crushed Ryan into oblivion. No more was left of the Fallen Angel. Simikiel grinned, and hovered slowly to the floor of the cathedral. His eyes and hair returned to normal, and he approached the stone cross, drawing Apragsin back out of it. He placed the holy blade back in it's satchel, over his back.[/I] [B]Simkiel:[/B] Tommorow, we storm the Gates of Hell. [I]In a dark, cold corner of the underworld, a feeble Ryan slammed into the rocky surface. He had been defeated, yes, but had returned to Hell to regain his strength. The Demon still had some Angelic qualities about him... Resurrection being one of them. Battered and weak, the Fallen Angel clambered to his feet, looking around. This was a corner of Hell he had never visited. One in which condemned souls lay, slowly becoming more and more corrupt by the evils of hell, developing a strong hatred for their oppressors. Ryan leant against a wall, limping towards the chamber of his Dark Lord.[/I]

[I]Flash frowned. He put his drink down, causing a stir from his Brother. Arano looked to him, and Flash closed his eyes.[/I] [B]Blank:[/B] Something the matter, Christov? [B]Flash:[/B] Yes... Trouble to the north... I can't make out anything specific. [B]Blank:[/B] Are you sure? [I]At that moment, several Russian officers ran onto the roof, a Captain among them. He saluted Christov, and stood attention.[/I] [B]Captain:[/B] A munitions convoy has been attacked to the north, sir. [I]Flash:[/I] That will be all, Captain. Arano and Myself will report to General Vaceslav shortly. [B]Captain:[/B] Yes, Sir. [I]The Captain and his men saluted once more, and left the roof. Lethe looked awkwardly at Flash.[/I] [B]Lethe:[/B] That was brief. Didn't they have anything else to tell you? [B]Flash:[/B] Nothing I don't already know. [I]Arano smiled. He hoped to get onto the battlefield soon. With his brute strength, and Christov's Psychic abilities, they were a near unstoppable pair.[/I] [B]Arano:[/B] Perhaps we should go to see Vacelslav now. No point wasting time. [B]Flash:[/B] Yes, you're right. The Siege into Texas shall begin shortly. [I]Flash turned to Lethe.[/I] [B]Flash:[/B] And as for you... Hmm. Work for us. [B]Lethe:[/B] I don't think so. [B]Flash:[/B] Whatever you're being payed to assassinate me... I'll triple it. You'll take orders from no-one. And what's more, you'll have diplomatic immunity in any and all Soviet states. [I]Lethe looked at Christov's aura. He was dead serious.[/I] [B]Flash:[/B] I'll let you think about that. For now, me and Arano have business to attend to... I'm sure we'll meet up in the near future. [I]Christov nodded to Arano, who nodded back. The two brothers grabbed their weapons, and headed to the exit.They jumped the railing on a small flight of stairs, landing next to an elevator. Entering it, they pressed the button to the fifth floor, where Vaceslav's office was located. The Lift hummed and whirred, slowly heading down a few floors.[/I] [B]Blank:[/B] What was in that Munitions truck? You seemed angry--I'll take it whatever it was was more important than just a regular load of V3's. [B]Flash:][/B] We lost 200 cannisters of the gas. [I]Arano cussed, and looked at the ground. One cannister was enough to wipe out a hectare of anything organic. Two hundred Cannisters... This would set them back quite far in the long run.[/I] [B]Blank:[/B] How much more do we have? [I]Christov looked at his brother, gravely.[/I] [B]Flash:[/B] That was it. [I]Arano closed his eyes, cursed, and hit the wall of the elevator. It stopped, and the angered Les frères d'Armageddon stepped out, walking towards Vaceslav's office.[/I]

A thought--You claim we have free will, but what if those choices and such we make with our so called free will are predetermined choices, decided by fate? You can't prove I'm wrong. ;)

Well, maybe they're/she's just there for the hell of it. Remember on the GTA cover? There was a guy dragging another guy out of a car while holding a pistol to his head. Yet he looked nothing like the guy you play as. Same with that Mafioso guy with the glasses pulling the gun out of his jacket... He was on the GTA3 map, but he didn't ever play a part in the game... *shrugs*

[I]Not a full second after he had finished speaking to Kiln, Drake heard someone coughing behind him, as if to gain his attention. He turned around, locking his eyes with a pair of deep green ones. He nearly jumped, but then backed up a notch, looking at who these emerald eyes belonged to. She was a fair, blonde girl, only an inch or so shorter than himself. She wore a black cloak, hood down. A traveller, by the look of her.[/I] [B]Ami:[/B] I couldn't help but overhear your conversation.. Drake, was it? [B]Drake:[/B] Yes, it is. And who are you? [B]Ami:[/B] I'm Amidriena. Pleased to meet you. [B]Drake:[/B] The feeling is mutual... So, what brings you here? [B]Ami:[/B] Well, I figured you might need a little help, on this little adventure of yours. [I]Drake smiled, and shook his head.[/I] [B]Drake:[/B] Thanks for the offer, but I'll have to decline. I'd hate to drag another person into my own troubles--Especially a complete stranger. [B]Ami:[/B] Ah, knock it off, Drake. I've seen you around the village before. We're practically family! [B]Drake:[/B] We... are? [B]Ami:[/B] That's the spirit! [I]Amidriena was an extrovert, and an incredibly outgoing one at that. Her bold and stubborn persona could be quite difficult to deal with sometimes. But on the whole, she was friendly. A little too friendly. Friendly in a scary way.[/I] [B]Ami:[/B] Well, it's settled then. I'm coming with you. All this talking has left me fair parched... I'm going for a drink. [I]Ami turned to the bar, and ordered an Ale from the bartender. Kiln and Drake remained standing, totally and utterly confused.[/I] [B]Kiln:[/B] What just happened? [B]Drake:[/B] I'd say we've, uh, got ourselves a new companion. [B]Kiln:[/B] In this case, is that a good thing? [B]Drake:[/B] Somehow, I'm beginning to doubt it.