Flash

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by JCBaggee [/i] [B][color=red]First off, I don't think it's possible to get the Lionheart on Disc 1. I'll look into it though. [/color] [/B][/QUOTE] Heh heh, of course you can. Silly JC. :p Anyone want me to explain?

Cyborgs? I don't remember any Cyborgs... Esthar Soliders... What part of the game are you upto, exactly?

[I]A Medic-bot strolled casually down an outdoor corridoor around the outskirts of Maverick Hunter HQ. He was on his way back to the main infirmary--He was getting back from an injury during a training excersise for Squad 72. Someone's Buster had backfired. 'Typical', he thought to himself. He secretly wished something big would happen. For the last five years, all he'd done was tend to training-related injuries. There was never any on-the-field, front-line, war surgery. It was always plain sailing around HQ. His thoughts were interupted as a Black hand chopped him in the back of the neck, disabling him. Warlock sighed. He didn't like hurting innocents, but this was urgent. He looked through the Medic's supply belt and bag, finding nothing. He lifted the Medic up, and found a few thigns scattered under him. Warlock picked up a small device he found on the ground. An EFS battery... Emergency Fuel System. He smiled, and plugged the cylinder into a port under his chest plate. Instantly, a shot of fuel was shot directly to his Micro-Fusion generator. That was enough. After dragging the Medic into a space between two buildings, He looked around, and found a vantage point. An building not too far from the HQ. Apartment, offices, He didn't care. As long as he could get out before he was found. He activated his blink system. Instantly, Warlock appeared inside an apartment building. Sadly, Warlock was a little hasty in his desiscion. There was someone else in the building. Warlock tried to blink again, but realised he was drained. 'That dam[b][/b]ned EFS was only enough for one Blink... just great. Look like I'll have to take the long way out.' Warlock looked behind him, spotting a Window. He could make a break for it. His sensors detected someone was just outside the door, so he decided to do it then. He went to turn and push off, but he couldn't. He looked at his leg. He'd Blinked halfway into a Wall. He rolled his eyes, and grabbed his face with his free hand. Looks like he'd have to gun his way out of this situation. And then the Door opened. Standing in front of him was a female reploid, totally naked and wet, rubbing her face with a towel. She couldn't see him, but he could see her. All of her. 'And is there alot to see...', thought Warlock to himself as he eyed her. 'Snap out of it! What the hell are you going to do!?' Warlock just waited as she grabbed a Skin-tight bodysuit from her wardrobe. She practically slid into it, while the trapped Warlock couldn't help but sigh to himself that the show was over. She grabbed two gauntlets, placing them on her forearms, and a pair of Shoulder Modules and vents, locking them onto her shoulders. Finally, she took out a pair of knee-high black boots, putting them on as well. By his guess, Warlock would say that was all. She slid the door of the Wardrobe back, and looked at reflection of herself in the mirror on the sliding door.[/I] [I]Iota:[/I] All right Iota, time to do your thing. [I]That's when Warlock realised he could see himself in the Mirror. Which meant she probably could too. She had just begun to tie her hair back into two long ponytails when she realised it as well. Quick as a flash, she jumped backwards, grabbing two Handguns from a Holster on her dresser that Warlock hadn't even noticed. She pointed them at him cautiously.[/I] [B]Iota:[/B] Who are you? [B]Warlock:[/B] Don't mind me, I'm just... stopping by. [B]Iota:[/B] Don't play dumb... Wait... [I]Iota notices Warlock's leg, stuck halfway into her wall. She raises an eyebrow, and then frowns, blushing.[/I] [B]Iota:[/B] Have you been in here... The whole time!? [B]Warlock:[/B] Uh, yeah. [B]Iota:[/B] Ugh! You pervert! [B]Warlock:[/B] Don't feel bad. I can honestly tell you that you're very... Talented. [I]Warlock narrowly evaded an onslaught of bullets. They were solid rounds, much to his surprise. Everything was energy based these days--It was interesting to see someone still using the older rounds. And Six-shot revolvers? 'She must be a real pro... Or just really stupid.'[/I] [B]Warlock:[/B] With your guns! I meant with your guns! [B]Iota:[/B] Sure, whatever. [I]Iota grinned, and put her hands on her sides, still holding her guns. She tilted her hips to the side, aiming a suggestive pose at Warlock.[/I] [B]Iota:[/B] So you like what you see, huh? How about you slide that visor up so you can get a really good look. [I]Warlock tapped a button on the side of his helmet, and the pitch black visor slid up, revealing his dark-red eyes. He had a red tattoo coming from his right eye down to his cheek, something Iota hadn't noticed before. This was an ensignia used by Wily-bots back in 20XX. Iota snapped her fingers.[/I] [B]Iota:[/B] No way... Are you... Flash? The oldest Robot still in existence? Built by Wily back in 20XX? [B]Warlock:[/B] No... But I knew him. We were squadron leaders of the Elites back in the Maverick Hunters. This tattoo is... Just in memory of him, I guess. [B]Iota:[/B] Oh... He died? [B]Warlock:[/B] Just over a year ago.. [B]Iota:[/B] I see... I'm sorry. Were you two good friends? [B]Warlock:[/B] Yeah.. But that doesn't matter now. [B]Iota:[/B] So why's an Elite Hunter like you sneaking around in my apartment... Getting yourself stuck in the wall? [B]Warlock:[/B] I'm not a Hunter anymore. I was discharged awhile back. [B]Iota:[/B] Ah, discharged. I know how that goes. [B]Warlock:[/B] You were a Hunter too? [B]Iota:[/B] Yeah, over in Europe. Went to Japan for awhile as well. But enough about me, hot shot. What's your name? [B]Warlock:[/B] ...Warlock. [B]Iota:[/B] Warlock? Cute. I'm-- [B]Warlock:[/B] Iota. I know. [B]Iota:[/B] Oh, right, the mirror... But anyway. How do you suppose we get you out of that wall, 'Locky?

[B]Big Brother: Heh heh heh. You guys asked for it. You know those challenges I promised? Well now it's time you got one of them.[/B] [I]A giant bolt of lightning crashes down from the sky, and hits the floor in the middle of the living room. Where it struck lies a small black envelope. This is the challenge. Ken walks over and picks it up... He pulls a piece of paper out of it, and reads the challenge..[/I] [b]Ken:[/b] Housemates; Your challenge, if completed, will earn you immunity from the next Vote off... [b]Neil:[/b] Sounds good. What's the deal? [B]Ken:[/B] ...Oh God... [I]QA runs up behind Ken and snatches the paper from him. Her eyes widen.[/I] [B]Queen Asuka:[/B] Ha ha ha! Looks like ol' Flashy has smiled upon me this time! You know those essays you have to write? Well now you really have to write them! Gwahahahahaha!! [B]Big Brother: It's funny, because you have to do it too.[/B] [B]Queen Asuka:[/B] But-- [B]Big Brother: No buts. Pick your RPGs, my friends, and write a decent essay on it.[/B] [B]NeoC:[/B] But how big is decent? [B]Big Brother: That's up to you. Don't worry, I don't expect too much of you--Just a short essay. It's also up to you on what you write it about, about the game that is. And No, I do not mean write a review. This is something else entirely. Good luck.[/B]

Okay people, another vote off for the spectacular spectacle that is OBBII--With a twist. This week, vote for who you want to [i]stay[/i] in the house. The other two will be evicted. Wacky.

Maybe Andrew Duncan McNeil could play Marduk... I can't think of anyone big enough otherwise..

Looking at the dress now, it seems like the material is almost /held together/ with the belts. Maybe the belts don't go the whole way around, and are only sewn to the opposite pieces of the dress? o_O;

[b]Character Name:[/b] Hiro Takahashi [b]Character Age:[/b] 15 [b]Character Physical Description:[/b] [IMG]http://www.boomspeed.com/flashartwork/guy.JPG[/IMG] Green eyes, and white hair, dyed black on the tips. Small goatee just coming in. As for clothes, Hiro is a non-conformist, and likes to do things his own way. This is shown in his general apparel. He often wears black/dark clothing, baggy pants, and chains/belts whenever possible. He'd rather wear his school shirt open then done up. [b]Character's Occupation:[/b] High School Student, room 2-A. [b]Character Background:[/b] Hiro is a happy-go-lucky, charismatic kind of guy who speaks his mind. He hs lived in Tokyo-3 all his life, as his father worked for NERV. Since then, his Father was dismissed from NERV and went back to working as an electrical engineer. Hiro's Mother is a University lecturer in the area of Art History. Hiro was recently transferred to (gah, I forget the name) Junior High School, and put in room 2-A. He is quickly making friends.

Forget all the movies, all the shows. [i][b]Ducktales[/b][/i] was where it was at. Man, that show was the own.

Well said Rick. And TN. And Renee. and wrist cutter... lol.

Brilliant, a CB site. Great. Adam, alot of pictures in the Trigun section don't work.

*raises hand* Yup. :) You go through the car park where you do that Yardie mission, right?

[I]Reverb searched through the recesses of the Armoury. He didn't find anything appealing in the buster section. As far as he was concerned, his buster was strong enough all ready. He wanted something different. He turned a corner, and was presented with an impressive rack of external weaponary. Rifles, Bazookas and other assorted firearms lay neatly lined up along the wall. Reverb rubbed his chin, carefully examining each weapon. He wanted something powerful, something different. His attention was drawn to a stylish box, Black and green, identical to the colour scheme on his Shoulder Mods and joints. Curiously, he approached the cabinet, and check around to see if anyone was watching. He didn't know why, but something inside him didn't want anyone to see what he was doing. The case seemed to be sealed, with no noticeable entry. He placed a hand on the case, and a bright green light immediately began to radiate from around it. The casing seemed to turn to liquid, melting away from it's rectangular shape. Inside, it revealed a long, slender rifle, quite large, but very lightweight. Once again, the colour scheme matched his own. Also, there was a small sphere, only about the size of a marble, floating in mid air. It was marble coloured, an elegant mix of black and white. And in silver writing, the symbol [/I][FONT=symbol]F[/FONT][I] was visible on the 'front side' of the sphere. It hovered there for a moment, before beginning to 'speak'. The voice sounded like that of a young man.[/I] [B][FONT=symbol]F[/FONT]:[/B] Reverb, this weapon is a Positron Rifle. Use it wisely. Press down on green strips above the trigger, and it will enter compact mode. It can then be stowed in your Shoulder Modules. [B]Reverb:[/B] What? Who are you? [B][FONT=symbol]F[/FONT]:[/B] I am sorry. This message is pre-recorded. I cannot converse with you now. We will meet again, in due time. [I]With that, the ball shattered into a thousand fragments of Light, dispersing into the air. There was no trace of what he had just witnessed. Frightened and Confused, he holstered the weapon in his right module, and took off, heading back to the main section of the armoury, to meet up with the rest of the squad. He was ready.[/I]

[I]Reverb looked at Nova's buster... It was one of Dr. Light's products all right. Using thermoptics, Reverb could see that the internal power battery was the same as the one used in Warlock's original Hellspawn buster. Reverb stopped. 'How did I know that?' he thought to himself. He'd only just found out Warlock's true identity, how could he know something as classified and impossible to research as that? He paused, saying nothing. Nova looked at him with suspiscion.[/I] [B]Nova:[/B] Hey now, why'd you go quiet all of a sudden? [B]Reverb:[/B] Oh, uh, it's nothing. Warlock, he used to be the squad commander, right? [B]Nova:[/B] For the elites? Yeah, he was. You probably know the story. He was discharged after the 'Airstrike' incident. [B]Reverb:[/B] And what about Flash? [I]Nova smiled slightly.[/I] [B]Nova:[/B] I figured you'd ask sooner or later. Flash was the first commander of the Elite squadron... He was originally the Commander of Squadron 1, until the Elites were formed. Warlock was just below him commanding Squadron 2... [B]Reverb:[/B] And they became the commanders? [B]Nova:[/B] Yeah. Flash the CO, and Warlock the XO. Together, they held more authority than . [B]Reverb:[/B] ..? The former Commander of the Hunters? [B]Nova:[/B] Yeah. But that was before Signas came around. The Repliforce alliance, all that... There were alot of changes, and neither Flash nor Warlock liked it. [B]Reverb:[/B] I know I was activated a year after Flash's... death.. How did he die? [I]Nova paused for a moment, taking a second of silence in memory of that fateful day. Then he spoke.[/I] [B]Nova:[/B] It was an ambush... Flash went Kamikaze while the rest of us escaped. He sacrificed himself for us.. [B]Reverb:[/B] I... I see. I didn't know. [B]Nova:[/B] It's okay. [B]Reverb:[/B] And just one more-- [I]Before Reverb could finish his sentence, a voice came over the PA. Signas.[/I] [B]Signas: Attention. All available S-Class hunters, including the Elites, please report to my office [i]immediately[/i]. We have a situation.[/B] [I]Reverb and Nova looked at each other. Sounded big. At once, they stood up, and headed towards the elevator. Reverb pressed a button, and the elevator moved sluggishly towards the library. He grew impatient. Grinning, he looked at Nova.[/I] [B]Reverb:[/B] Race ya. [B]Nova:[/B] You're on. [I]At once, the two reploids pivoted, and spriting in the opposite direction, taking the long network of hallways to reach Signas' office. Dashing, kickjumping off of walls, and reaching breakneck speeds, the two Reploids rocket down the corridoors of Maverick Hunter HQ. Demos glances at the man who looks so strangely like Dr. Levia, before leaving the training sim viewing gallery without a word. He heads solemnly towards Signas' office, leaving Havoc to battle the droids under only the watchful eye of the Doctor's lookalike. Xion, who was already on his way to Signas' office, met up with Fenir and X, who had just left it. After a quick nod-of-the-head greeting, the three reached his office before anyone else. Signas stood, hands behind his back, looking over many massive holographic screens, with a crack team of tacticians and strategists all around the room. His office was more than just an office--It was the Operations command center. Signas turned around, seeing the three hunters enter the room. He nods, and awaits the others. Soon, Demos, Nova and Reverb enter. Signas looks distraught.[/I] [B]Signas:[/B] Only Six of you? Where's Proteus? [B]Demos:[/B] I don't know, I haven't seen him around. [B]Signas:[/B] Xion, Fenir, X... Where are the other Elites? [B]X:[/B] I don't know, Sir. [B]Signas:[/B] Forget it. I'm sure you six are up to it. [B]Demos:[/B] What's going on. [I]Signas turns to his left, and activates a large holographic map of the city. A large red circle targets one particular area, and zooms in. It's an abandoned communications tower, by the looks of things.[/I] [B]Signas:[/B] Looks like an old Comm. tower, doesn't it? Well think again. This is one of our Satellite launch silos. [B]Nova:[/B] Well it's simple. We move in, eliminate the threat, and move out. [B]Signas:[/B] I wish it were that straightfoward. However, the silo has been out of operation for many years, and we've been unable to keep tabs on it.. It looks like they've fully restored it. [B]Demos:[/B] So they can launch a satellite. Big frickin' woop. [B]Signas:[/B] ...The launch mechanism is tactical strike capable, if armed with warhead. [B]Demos:[/B] What?! [B]Signas:[/B] Our sources inform us that the intruders have an arsenal of at least six N^H ballistic missiles.. [I]Demos slaps his forehead with his hand, and drags it down over his face. He can't believe it. With an expression of rage, he shouts at Signas, raising his fist only inches away from the Commanders face.[/I] [B]Demos:[/B] You IDIOT! How dare you leave such a potentially dangerous weapon unguarded! What type of sad excuse for a Commander are you?! You... [I]Demos pulls his fist back, about to strike Signas. Everyone else flinches. There's no stopping Demos when he gets angry like this. And most of the time, he's right. Just as he goes to punch Signas square in the chest, a blue plasma shot smashes into his forearm, and Demos staggers left, his arm smoking, a heavy gash left on his armour. With clenched teeth, he turns to face the direction of the shot. He already knows who it is. There's only one person with the arrogance and the guts to shoot at Demos. Zero. Demos glares at Zero, hatred in his eyes.[/I] [B]Demos:[/B] I aught to do what Flash should've done years ago... [B]Zero:[/B] If Flash couldn't do it, what makes you think [i]you[/i] could? [B]Demos:[/B] Just watch. [I]Signas stands foward, shouting in desperation.[/I] [B]Signas:[/B] Please! Not now! All of you, hurry! We have no idea when they may strike. Go to the armoury, pick up some heavy weapons, defensive items, load weapons into your busters, whatever you want! The entire armoury is at your disposal. Chances are this isn't going to be an infiltration mission. This is a break-and-enter, kill anything that moves operation. Go now. Zero, you stay here. [B]Zero:[/B] Fine... [I]Demos scowls and shakes his head. He turns away from Signas, and leads the other five out of the office. They head towards the armoury.[/I]

[B]Name:[/B] Connor [B]Age:[/B] 15 [B]DOB:[/B] October 10th, 1987. [B]Location:[/B] Christchurch, New Zealand. [B]One Word:[/B] Thoughtless [B]No, seriously. Describe yourself in one word:[/B] Misunderstood [B]Occupation:[/B] High School Student, Super Moderator... [B]Color:[/B] Black [B]Food:[/B] Fish&Chips [B]Beverage:[/B] Vanilla Coke, V, Chocolate Thickshakes. [B]Alter Ego:[/B] 'Holly Kendall', 'Mitch Collins'... Heh. [B]Dream Job:[/B] Professional Slacker. [B]Self-Proclaimed:[/B] Maniac. [B]Ethnicity:[/B] Kiwi. [B]Extracurricular:[/B] Nothin' [B]Hobby:[/B] Drawing, Writing [B]Dessert:[/B] Hokey-Pokey [B]Musician:[/B] Corey Taylor, Trenton Noir, Jonathan Davis [B]Group:[/B] Slipknot/SOAD/KoRn/Stone Sour/Concord Dawn [B]Mac or PC?[/B] PC. [B]Nics:[/B] Flash, Flasy, Feh... [B]Blog:[/B] I'm too lazy. [B]Home Page:[/B] [URL=http://remix.overclocked.org]OverClocked Remix[/URL] [B]Religion:[/B] Jedi [B]Book:[/B] Anything by Tolkien. [B]Collections:[/B] My 'Assorted crap in a box' collection... [B]Sport:[/B] Athletics, Rugby [B]Won't Eat:[/B] Tomatoes. Eugh. [B]TV Show:[/B] Family Guy, THTV, the Simpsons. [B]Words to live by:[/B] 'I'll burn that bridge when I come to it' [B]Addicted to:[/B] Coca-Cola. [B]Comic:[/B] Penny-Arcade, Sexylosers, [B]Movie:[/B] the Matrix, EOE, Boondock Saints

Nominations time! Nominate two people, blah blah blah. But THIS week, there's gonna be a little twist... ;)

*crosses fingers* Let's hope this doesn't go the way of the 'FF remakes' for PS2, which never happened. :rolleyes:

I quite like the belt-dress-thing... Of course, being the weird kinda guy I am, that's what I do... Look at fashion. o_O; I guess it has something to do with drawing alot, heh. And I'd have to agree with you on the first point, in that get-up she probably couldn't do half the stuff she does without, err, letting slip, but hey, it's a game, Square can do what they want with physics and what have you.

I think Jonathan Davis fro KoRn has a really awesome voice. Wish I could sing like that--Because it's really hard to, on account of he's so good at it.

Maybe if we weren't talking about FF1, I would. There are no Poets in FF1. :whoops:

Gah, Anything but Armada! It's like they spliced Transformers and Pokemon by adding the 'Mini-cons' who give the user complete power for some unexplained reason. And what's more, if those things are so powerful (powerful enough to win the war), why could the respective sides only spare three, four troops a side? Stupid.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Tasis [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]The hardest thing to do would be going through the game with a group of thiefs. [/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] I contest--Going through the game with a group of [I]Black Belts[/I] would be the hardest thing to do. At least Theives can run good, and they turn into Ninjas after class change, then they can cast low-level Black Magic. 4 Ninjas with FIR2? Yes please. Black Belts on the other hand, gain nothing from class change. Except their sprite is uglier. Which isn't a gain. And they don't start getting as strong as a fighter until level 60+... I'd like to see anyone get a group of Black belts to Level [i]6[/i], let alone 60.

Personally, I'd like to see a game about the 'Great War' in FFVII, between Wutai and Junon/ShinRa. That would be very cool--Being able to play as Sephiroth in his prime, commanding squadrons of troops whilst nailing everyone else. Or maybe playing from the perspective of Gordo, fighting for Wutai? That'd be interesting. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Crazy White Boy [/i] [B] If I wanted to oogle at video game women, I'd get BMX XXX. :p [/B][/QUOTE] *cough* [IMG]http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2002/20021018l.gif[/IMG] *cough*

I'm sure a few of you know my real name... Connor. Like the guy in the 'Highlander' flick. And the sequel. And the sequels sequel. And the series. And the series' movie tie-in sequel.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by cloricus [/i] [B]Wicca?s pfft, hate them all. It is the one thing that I will say I truly hate. Personal events lead to that, you may not ask. -Lord Epssy [/B][/QUOTE] That's very narrow-minded and predjudiced.