Flash

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]The Russians didn't deserve gold at all. Not only did the Russians skate bad, they were ugly! And the Canadians were perfect.... I was really upset... and the fact they are "sharing" the gold is just stupid... The russian couple should just realize they sucked compared to the Canadians. Now, if only the Canadians could pick up the slack in hockey! [/B][/QUOTE] Lesson learnt; I'll always keep my mouth shut until I know all the facts. :)

[B]Cargo hangar, Freight Vessel [i]Leningrad[/i] 9:10 am[/B] [I]Flash adjusts the controls, and switches Cossack into combat mode... The monitors and grids inside the cockpit light up, and Flash closes his eyes... He drifts away, into a semi-dreaming state... Dark, soulful classical music begins to play, surrounding the entire cockit with a cacophany of sound, blurring the lines of dreams and reality. Flash's eyelids snap open, his eyes still rolled into the back of his head... He grabs the control sticks, and locks into the XT1 system. He blinks once, and his eyes return to normal. Glancing up at the massive VDU (Visual Display Unit), he spins the huge Gundam around, and faces the cargo hangar door. He presses a button on the main control panel, and the door begins to slide open... A few orange sirens light up, and make a buzzing sound, but other than that, the vastness of space is oh-so peaceful... Finally, Cossack flies out of the hangar, and towards the iT station..[/I] Flash: And now... Armageddon. [I]Cossack pulls out the large Cossack Buster rifle from behind his back, and aims it at the iT headquarters... It begins to charge, a faint humming and a small ball of energy emitting from its barrel.. Flash licks his lips, and his finger is just begining to squeeze the trigger, when in big, red, flashing writing, the words 'High Priority Message Transfer' appeared onscreen. Flash released his finger from the trigger, and gave conformation to let the message through.. Suddenly, Colonel appears on screen..[/I] Flash: Colonel..? Colonel: [I]This message is being delivered to ALL Gundam pilots. A critical situation is afoot. We urge all of you with Gundams to proceed to the Neutral zone's Space HQ, with your Gundams, of course. This is no joke. For the sake of humanity, please, come quickly.[/I] [I]Cossack Gundam puts it's buster rifle back on its clip, and spins around, facing the direction of the Space HQ... Flash shakes his head, and turns off his classical music.. Cossack's boosters flare to life, and he speeds towards the HQ...[/I]

Alright, moving the story along... The next match is between Kaloc and Zylius... Warlock and I controlling, of course. Warlock, when you're ready..

This thread is pretty irrelevant... This [I]is[/I] Games/RPGs, and this is nor a Game or an RPG... RPG discussion, yes, but still... This sort of thing is best for Chatrooms and IMs... :)

[I]All your gold medals are belong to Russia.[/I] Aside from that, what's this so-called 'big scandal'? I don't get out from under my rock that often.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by RicoTranzrig [/i] [B][COLOR=darkblue]OOC: Nu-uh...your posts have got to be more than one sentence...therefore, this is considered spam...sorry*click*[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] Oh man, you're no fun. Someone finally makes a thread about Flash, the member, the moderator, the legend.. And it gets closed... Phooey to you. :P

Name: Flash Age: ?? Height: 7'11" Weight: 350 lbs Bio: It's quarter past midnight on a sunday night, and I haven't slept in more than 24 hours. Bio? You've got to be kidding me. Description: A true bred killing machine. Origins unknown. Has many mysterious Celtic runes tattooed all down his arms. Wears Black gloves, boots, pants, vest, and Trenchcoat. When fighting, wears much the same, minus the Trenchcoat, and sometimes the vest goes as well. Eyes range from totally black to totally white. Has the words 'angelus excessum' tattooed on the left side of his chest... Stats; Stength: 450,000 Speed: 100,000 Defense: 350,000 Ki: 100,000

Crikey, Battlefield, Season 3.. So beautiful... *wipes tear from eye* Argh, my Profile can't be accessed... Damn this infernal web-crawling machine..

[b]HQ, Neutral Zone. 7:05 am[/b] [I]The entire office staff runs around in a crazed frenzy, sorting papers among each other, phoning foreign advisors, military informants, everybody and anybody who needed to know... Or didn't need to know, for that matter.. The news of the attack on Gamma base was shocking, and had the entire world in turmoil. Due to the lack of knowledge about the origins of the attacks, some countries were at each other's throats, with threats of war, while others were cowering, in fear of being targeted. The ties between whole nations were hanging by threads. And in this office, people are scrambling around, trying to collect and recieve as much information as they usually would in a year, all on one paticular matter... Because the last thing they want now is a war on earth as well. Just as things seem to be at a peak of insanity, the doors to the room slide open, and everyone becomes silent. They all stand at attention, and salute the tall man who has just entered the room.. Colonel... The chief Advisor of foreign affairs greets him...[/I] Advisor: Colonel, thank goodness you're here... Colonel: Yes, I've been told that the incident at Gamma outpost has sparked international conflicts. Advisor: That's right, Colonel. America suspects Russia, Russia suspects Japan, Japan suspects China, China suspects America... It's chaos. Thank god we're in the Neutral zone.. Colonel: I expect there have been threats of war. Advisor: Yes, and with the new-system Mobile Suits, it could spark a global incident. Colonel: And what of the Gundams? [i]The office goes quiet... Gundams were rarely mentioned, and were often kept as hush-hush as possible. The worlds governments didn't want to believe that things so powerful - that weren't under their control - existed. The advisor shifted uneasily, and cleared his throat. He then faced Colonel again...[/i] Advisor: The Gundams are - from what we can see - unaffiliated with any nation. The matter does not concern any of the pilots. Colonel: But what if it does? What if they are Mercenaries? What if they are affiliated with a nation? Be weary, Chief Advisor, for I expect that soon even more accusations will be thrown. Advisor: How so, Colonel? Colonel: The World's leaders will surely think that the Gundams are connected to rival countries. Thus, they will accuse other nations of 'owning' the Gundams. This will lead to more controversy, and at the most, a full-scale International war. Advisor: I see... We will make sure that all the facts are kept straight. Colonel: Good luck. The world is in turmoil, and alot of people don't want to hear the truth. They will only believe what they want. Goodbye, Chief Advisor, and once more, I wish you Good luck. [i]Colonel turns, and walks towards the doors of the massive office... As he is leaving, the Chief Advisor runs up behind him, and questions him one more thing...[/i] Advisor: Colonel... What about the true destruction of Gamma Outpost? Colonel: Let it be known, Advisor ...Something is coming. [i]And with that, Colonel walks out of the massive chrome doors, which promptly slide closed behind him. He turns right, and walks down the corridoor of the massive facility...[/i] [b]Bedroom, Freight vessel. 8:23 am[/b] [i]Flash slams down on his alarm clock, stopping the insane buzzing sound dead. Very regretfully, he gets out of bed, longing for just a few more hours rest... Yet he knows he can't get it, because today is the big day. Promotion day. After working for almost 3 years as the best Freight courier in the company, Flash was finally going to get a payrise, and a promotion. He walks over to his wardrobe, pulling out a dark grey vest, with black padded shoulders. He slips it on, and then reaches back into the wardrobe, and pulls out a silver chain, with a silver hammer and sickle symbol attached on it. He puts it on over his neck, and then closes the cupboard door, and walks out of his bedroom. He walks around a corner, and comes to the main corridoor of his ship. He walks down it, taking a few moments to 'farewell' his beatiful Freightliner, seeing as when he's promoted, he won't need it anymore. He walks up to a door, presses a few buttons on it's control panel, and the door opens.. This paticular door is the docking gate, which leads him into the main station. This station is the Head Quarters of iT Shipping, the worlds leading freight and courier service between colonies and earth. Sometimes Flash wondered if it was the only freight and courier service, as he rarely saw any other freight ships around.. But nonetheless, today was his day to shine. He strutted down the corridoor, and then reached a lift. He pressed the button, stepped in, and punched in 4th floor - Manager's office. The lift hummed as it swiftly and flawlessly reached the 4th floor. Flash stepped out, and walked into the Manager's office...[/i] Flash: Good morning, Mr Intrac. Intrac: Ahh, Flash. Just the man I wanted to see. Please, take a seat. [i]Mr Intrac motioned to a seat, as he smoked a rather large-looking cigar. His slicked back hair was reminiscent of an era well forgotted, and general greasy appearance was something you'd expect to find in a fast-food restauant trash can. Flash confidently sat down, smiling all the while. Mr Intrac gave a sly smile back to him.[/i] Intrac: Now, Flash. You've been working for me for.. How long now? Two, three years? Flash: Three years, Sir. Intrac: Ahh yes, of course. Three long and prosperous years. Flash: That's right, Mr Intrac. Intrac: Ahh, It's a shame. That makes it so hard for me to say this.. [i]Flash suddenly has a slightly worried expression on his face, and in his mind...[/i] Flash: Say what, Sir? Intrac: Well Flash.. We have to let you go. Flash: What?!? Intrac: It's time to move on, kiddo. You're fired. Flash: ...You'll regret this, you worthless fat f**k. [i]Flash stands up, kicking over the chair in the process, and walks calmly back to his Freighter... Once he's inside, he opens the door to the cargo room, and goes down into the dark cargo bay... There, laying in a massive capsule, is Cossack Gundam... Flash walks over to it, and taps a few buttons on the diagnostic terminal... All results show up positive..[/i] Flash: Perhaps I need to release some of my anger, eh Cossack? [i]Flash stands there, contemplating his next move...[/i]

This [I]almost[/I] belongs in G&S... Err, I mean Games/RPGs. But anyway, sounds reasonably interesting.. I'd post, but my only fleet is the Soviet one I designed way back. And seeing as the Mobile Suits/Gundams in that aren't even from the official Gundam anime, let alone the U.C. universe, I guess that doesn't qualify. :P

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sephiroth [/i] [B] I saw that one coming a mile away, lol.... a world where james finally adds that yaoi section to otakuboards I've been wanting, lmao.... [/B][/QUOTE] Ahh! *dies* [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i] [B] Heheh...feel free to add your personal yaoi artwork to the Art/Graphic Design forum! lol. I'm sure many of us will be looking forward to your Sephiroth/Cloud imagery. lol[/B][/QUOTE] Ahh! *dies again* Anyway, In my ideal world, there would be no spoon...

Well... I have no damned Idea. 100% Kiwi? No, I must be at least 1% Russian.. o_O;;

So you can have different styles for the boards, eh? *gets to work on Soviet-Russian-Industrial-Revolution style*

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sephiroth [/i] [B] well, I just posted my story in the stories forum, it was so long it exceeded the otaku's 20 000 limit, I had to double post it, heh.... [/B][/QUOTE] In the words of your avatar; Screw you. :p --------------------------------- [I]Aestus, Zylius, and Azrael stand in the tower... Azrael slowing sipping a glass of red wine... He turns, and faces Zylius...[/I] Azrael: Do you understand this, Zylius? It is now time for your fight In the Quarter finals... Soon, you will step into the arena, and either taste the delicious taste of Victory, or the bitter taste of defeat... Good luck, Zylius. May the god give you their blessing.. Zylius: Thanks, Azrael. [I]Aestus walks up to Zylius, and looks at him longingly for a moment... The two then share a long embrace, and Zylius walks out of the tower.. Azrael sits down at his desk, smiling, and quietly chuckling to himself.. Aestus looks at him, and blushes.[/I] Aestus: What's so damned funny? Azrael: Oh, nothing.. Aestus: *folds arms* Hmmph. [I]Azrael laughs, and continues to write something on a large parchment... Aestus walks over to the liquor cabinet in a corner of the room, and looks through Azraels extensive collection... And meanwhile, the next match is soon to begin...[/I]

And so it begins... Look, I'm really busy right now, Can someone else start this? Thanks.

Rik Mayall and Adrian Edmondson! Guest house Paradiso! Woo! They are the [i]gods[/i] of Comedy, I tell you.

Alright, let's start this thing! w00t!

Man, you've got some messed up stuff in your head. And hell, does it lead to some fine poetry. Nice.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]That's for sure Flashy..............at least my posts have words that have than two syllables!!!!! [/COLOR] :devil: [/B][/QUOTE] [QUOTE][i]Flashy;[/i] [B]Competition[/B][/QUOTE] *points up* Someone can't count... :p

From now on, all Stories and Fanfics go in the Stories/Poetry forum! ^_^ But still, nice fic!

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Cloud [/i] [B] [color=indigo]Impossible. You must of had to fight him though... [/color] [/B][/QUOTE] Actually, it *is* possible to do it, you just need very good timing, and you have to know where to cross... *shrugs* Well, I did, anyway..

I don't have any... :( Silly ol' NZ... We don't have much anime over here... *sigh*

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sephiroth [/i] [B] heh, if you check out my post in final fantasy online another world, my post was even longer than that! bwahaha.... [/B][/QUOTE] How long, Sephy? On a recount; My Longest post is 9890, so :p ...My god, we're turning who has the longest post into a competiton... What a sad, sad life I lead..

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOR=royalblue]Why post here then? It's not like he's going to read your post here.........if he's not here, then he can't read it. PM him or something....... ~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] [COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] I always read this RPG, Rai.. I just don't post anymore.. Hey, just because I [B]never got written into the plot at the beginning[/B] doesn't mean I'm just gonna leave the RPG hanging. Hey, I was [i]the[/i] bad guy in HV and MC, so I'm sure as hell gonna see what happens.. *Note to Me: I was better at being the bad guy... Hmmm... That gives me ideas...*

The year.. is SE (secundum exitium; After Destruction) 435. More than 400 years ago, a terrible calamity shocked the world, and destroyed many of the colonies in outer space... The massive city-like structures in space crashed down to Earth cleansing more than half of the planet's surface of all life... People ran from the firestorms that followed. Running to a safe haven, seeking refuge; Sadly, they found none. The world was in chaos, and remained like this for nearly 20 years. Nearly no records of the event survived, and much of Earth's history was lost. The next generation grew up not knowing much of the history of the earth, or the human race. Eventually, as they grew into Philosophers, and Historians, Scientists and Archaeologists, they began to uncover the mysteries of their planet... Soon enough, Earth had bee much restored to it's previous state, with the exception of one major detail, that nearly no-one knew of... The Mobile suits, massive mechs, piloted by humans. Ever since the great destruction, All of Earths Mobile suits has vanished... Not even their remains or derelict chassis could be found, and thus, they were forgotten. But not by all. Bound by fate, and destined to fight together in the battle to end all battles, a handful of skilled Mech pilots have assembled, to pilot their Gundams for the fate of the Earth. Assembling from all corners of the globe, the pilots fight each in their own respective Mobile Suits... Yet, as they prepare themselves for battle, an enemy unknown lurks far away, beginning their attack. Outpost Delta, Mars orbit. The several chief operators of the station rush to the main ops room, most still in their pajamas, dressing gowns flung clumsly over their backs. The door for the main room slides open, and inside they find chaos. Klaxons wailing, sirens going off everywhere. Many screens are flashing red, and all of the Operators are in a frenzy... The door behind the cheif operators slides open once more, and a stern, bulky man walks in, with a grim, angered look on his face... He is Captain, commander of Delta Outpost. Captain: Just what in the hell is going on? Operator: Sir, there's an unidentified mass of objects heading this way. Captain: Not transport ships, I take it. Operator: No, sir. Captain: Well, what are they? Operator: We... Don't know, sir. Chief Op. #1: Move out of the way, rookie! The Chief operator pushes the young Ops Technician out of his seat, and takes his place. He puts on some earphones, and taps in keys rapidly... Screens all around him flash up with Proxy Warnings, and Hull status reports... Then, the image of the approaching force slowly appears on screen, still being unscrambled... The lines and static are still blatant on screen. Captain: Why is there so much interference? Cheif Op. #1: I don't know, Captain.. It's like something's blocking it... Captain: What?! Impossible! Unless... Chief Op. #2: Pirates of somekind, Captain? They could be using somekind of Radar Jamming-- The Second Chief operators voice is cut off by a massive explosion, that shakes the station.. everyone grips on, as the station is rocked by a cascade of beam energy, the type only emitted from the most powerful of beam weapons. The hull status screens show the hull slowly beginning to deteriorate, roughly a 1% every ten seconds... Captain rushes to the Commanders monitor and chair, and sits down, assessing the situation... Captain: ...Pirates don't have beam weapons with such range... No-one does... Surely not mobile Beam weapons?! How?! How would they get the cooling power--any power, at that! The station is rocked again, by another explosion... The Solar panels of the outpost are being targeted, and slowly destroyed... Operator: We're down to 80% hull integrity, sir. Captain: Launch the shield relays. Arm all weapons. Fire at will. Operator: Aye, sir. The Operator gives the order, and the outpost gets into it's battlestations... The small Shield Modules launch out, and form a protective layer around the structure of the outpost... Meanwhile, all of the Outposts turrets begin to protude from the generally smooth surface of the station... the all aim towards the mass of ships flying towards them, and fire... The shield relays shut down momentarily, as the beams pass. When the beams are about to hit the opposing forces, the enemy ships suddenly disperse, all heading in what appears to be a strategic formation towards the outpost... The ships come into clearer view, and the Captain stands up, looking in semi-awe at the screen... Suddenly, the face of a man appears on the screen, face shrouded in darkness... ????: Hello, Captain. Long time no see, eh? Pity this was such a short meeting. I'll see you on the other side. Captain: No, wait! But the man has already disappeared, leaving only the images of the ships getting closer and closer on screen... The captain orders a magnification, and the operators work at lightning fast speed to display... The Captain reels in horror at what he sees... Massive, black, gothic-looking ships, each with a sort of dirty-bronze sort of cornering. But the ships themselves were not to be feared. It was their cargo that spelt inpendable doom. Huge frieght boxes, four of them on each ship, all housing an army of monumental proportions... The first two ships released their boxes, which fell back slightly, and then were ripped open, by hundreds of demonic Mobile dolls. The dolls, lifeless, fully robotic Mobile suits, all rushed towards the station, at breakneck speeds.. They appeared on screen in a few seconds, and then vanished from sight... Captain put one hand up to his forehead... Captain: May God have mercy on us all... A firestorm ripped through the outpost, and in a few seconds, the entire station had been pierced with the harsh beams from the Mobile dolls' rifles... A massive explosion incurred, shattering the calm, untouched vastness of space... Ripples of spacial displacement flew in all directions, sending debris across the system... The Mobile dolls return to fly alongside the massive cargo ships, all heading towards one common target... Earth... ----------------------------------------- Alright, here's the part you all have been waiting for, The Sign-up sheet! Don't worry, you don't need to know hardly anything about Gundams. It would help if you knew some essential things, though. Name: Age: Height: Weight: Bio/History: Description: Homeland: Gundam Name: Model Number (optional): Description: Armament (standard weapons): System: (The suits operating system. Can be Zero, Trace or whatever, make something up if you want. Don't limit yourself!) Finally, the Gundams in the Revolution universe are far superior than Gundams in the other universes, because they have a very special power. The power to--dare I say--'Evolve'. This new 'Evolution' system allows the Gundam to progress, and get stronger, as its pilot does much the same. This allows for the Gundam to 'evolve' in certain fields. They are; Attack--The damage the Gundam can inflict with punches/kicks, physical combat, etc. Defence--How much endurance and strength the Gundam has against enemy attacks. Close-Range--How well the Gundam can attack/defend with Close range weapons, etc. Long-Range--How well the Gundam can use long range weaponary, attack, aim, etc. Speed--How fast and agile the Gundam is, in terms of speed and reaction. You'll have 1000 points to spread over these 5 areas. Leveling them up will take training, or victory in combat.. Good luck, pilots.. --------------------------------------- And I, shall post my Sign-up. Name: Flash Murakumo Age: 19 Height: 6'0" Weight: 65kg Bio/History: Flash was born in Neo-Leningrad in SE 416. He was raised by his Russian mother, Kalinka, and English father, Robert. At the age of 5 he started showing an interest in Tactical Warfare, and the concept of Atomic Theory... At the age of 8, he became addicted to Japanese anime, amazed by the massive Mecha robots, with lazer guns, and huge missile launchers. By the age of 13 he had already designed a Mech, which by all standards would work, provided he had the materials; which he didn't. On an outing with his father when he was 16, they discovered an old military bunker buried deep in the snow... After unearthing it, they got in, and discovered the legendary Cossack Gundam, rather damaged, and surrounded by snow, and many skeletons... After working through some of the battered and damaged electronic systems, Flash managed to get Cossack operational... It worked--Only just, though. After 3 years of redesigning, rebuilding and revamping, Cossack Gundam was rebuilt, and totally operational. Little does Flash know what the fate of himself, and Cossack Gundam has in store for them, and the rest of the earth... Description: Medium length, spikey grey hair, pulled back in a spikey ponytail. wears a red bandanna, and his hair spikes up over the top. Wears a black tanktop shirt, black pants, black combat boots, covered by an old grey Soviet military jacket. Sometimes wears fingerless gloves. Also, his right eye is blue, yet his left eye is a startling red.. Homeland: Neo-Leningrad, Russia Gundam Name: Cossack Model Number: SVTMS01 Description: See picture. Armament: Also on picture. System: XT1 (Xero Trace One-A combination of both Zero and Mobile Trace systems.. Very good in battle, but very stressful on most pilots...) Attack---------- 200 Defence-------- 200 Close-Range-- 200 Long-Range--- 200 Speed---------- 200 --------------------------------- Let's begin... Oh, and this post verges on 10000 characters! My longest post ever! Yay for me!! ..I mean, uhh, yeah, sign up..