Inculta_Bellum

I'm pretty sure that Sasuke is officially out of the fight now. He used up all of his chakra with that Kirin attack, went Super Sasuke 2, and lost Orochimaru's chakra. If there is any sort of ungodly reserves left in him I will quit the series and burn my collection. Unless he uses up his very life force like in Yu Yu Hakusho. That would be perfect. I miss Shino . . .

We don't have to have a MyOtaku account for this, do we? At any rate there are any number of match themes you can come up with. Examples: (and these are off the top of my head) -Who's the Best (insert character here)? Everyone plays as the same character to find out who plays it best! -Invincible Iron Kirby! One person plays as Kirby and sees how long they can stay on stage, without attacking or using health pickups. -Shotput. How far can you toss the designated player? Of course I don't know how the match creation will work, so I can't come up with a whole lot right now. These are more or less just minigames and not real fights anyway. Think of the possiblities though.

[quote name='Aaryanna_Mom'] [B] 2. Do you get affected by them, generally?[/B] Not really. The few times it happened, it was usually by someone who in my eyes is still a kid. It's kind of hard to get offended when a child is attempting to tell you off. Being laughed at for doing something like rpging at my age as they put it only served to make me laugh a bit. After all, you don't grow up and suddenly lose interest in discussions or storytelling or other things you found fun when you were younger. [/QUOTE] Comments like this are why I learned to respect my elders. Real experience, patience, and being in touch with one's inner child. More than most of my generation deserve in my opinion. 1. What have your experiences with rudeness on the internet been? I haven't experienced a lot of rudeness online. Mostly because all I really do is read manga, webcomics, and Wikipedia. 2. Do you get affected by them, generally? It bothers me that people can be so stupid and mean. What happened to values? 3. Have you ever been deliberately rude to someone over the Net, and why? That's up to individual perception. I don't think I've been rude, but maybe someone else does. In the end their opinion on that count is what matters. So, maybe. But it wasn't intended to be rude. 4. Do you think there are times when it's justified? There have been times when I've wanted to be rude, but I don't think it's ever justified. 5. Why do you think people feel the need to make unecessary comments online? Because it's the only place where these sad people have any measure of power. These people are the nerds and geeks of society that never found a warm home online and grew hard and cold in the wild expanses of the net. Pity their stupidity, for they will either end up at a dead end job their entire lives or go to prison for hacking. I'm not kidding in that last sentence either.

Tatoos are fine on most people. But there are certain exceptions. I'm not going to take my doctor seriously if he has a dragon down the length of his arm, simply because that doesn't look professional. He could be the best doctor in the world for all I know, but that doesn't change the fact that he doesn't look like it. You have to present yourself in the manner that you want to be perceived. Of course, that doesn't mean I haven't considered one or two body mods. I wouldn't get a tatoo are piercing, but I would love to have my tongue split like a snake. That would be the most awesome thing ever. And no one would have to know except my dentist. It may seem like a waste if no one else can see it, but I'd be doing it for my own benefit anyway. Split tongues are awesome!

I want to see the Kisame/Suigetsu fight that should be going on right now. And I hope Kisame kills that graverobber whether we see the fight or not. Maybe Karin, Jugo, Suigetsu and Sasuke will be recruited into Akatsuki for killing the other two. They obviously need some new members. And since all the Akatsuki members seem to be getting killed off, that would make it more likely that Sasuke would die! With all the attention on the pretty boy, I sometimes wonder why the manga is called Naruto.

Ignoring her is a good plan of action. Whenever she talks and you don't like what she's saying, start playing loud music in your head. 100% guaranteed to work. Eventually she'll get upset that you're ignoring her and she'll be just a little be nicer so that you'll stop. And as for the proper way to deal with a witch . . . check the attachment.:devil:

Why not try distracting him over a game of cards? Or any game for that matter. He's less likely to get upset if he's having fun, and that's the time when you should bring up his habit. The only problem I can forsee in this is that he may not take your arguement seriously. Still, this is the best advice I can give you for an icebreaker. PS: Monopoly is a TERRIBLE game for this purpose.

In order to save space in this part of the forum, I'm going to write all of my little works in this one thread from now on. I'll try to update this at least once every week. [SIZE=2][B]Now Playing:[/B][/SIZE] 1. Pyschopomp [SIZE=2][B]Coming Soon:[/B][/SIZE] 2. Sweet Columbine 3. Legacy of the Panda Shark ([I]Revised Edition[/I]) ********** [SIZE=2]Psychopomp[/SIZE] Prologue "No! Please, God, no! Don't kill me! Please!" There was an attractive, physically fit 23-year old man backed into a corner, weeping and pleading for his life. His name is Thomas Ingleman, and he's a client of mine. He's not aware of this fact yet, which explains his currently pitiful nature. I'll fill him in on the details after he quits whining. That's the only way to deal with people who can't accept their death. Suddenly he starts screaming, "I won't let you take me! I'll kill you first!" Guess he's a little bit hostile now. Thomas comes at me swinging his fist. I sidestep the assault and let him stumble before he turns to try again. This time I let the poor guy land a good one, a left hook right into my jaw. If only I could see the look of surprise on his face when it passes right through my face! It's a strange feeling when things like that happen. The best way I know to describe it would be as if my body was made of water. I feel the punch but it doesn't physically hurt. It just sorta displaces my body. Thomas draws back and I recover my sight. He's too shocked to say anything, so he just stands there with his mouth hanging open. "Are you finally done, Mr. Ingleman?" I ask. He doesn't answer. "Good enough. Come on now, out to the car." He nods dumbly as I grab his shoulder an lead him outside the house. Parked out front is an everyday hearse. I can't help but smile when Tommy here moans at the sight of it. "Do. . . do I have to?" he pleads again. "Yes." "But why? I'm in perfect health, there's nothing wrong with me. Why are you killing me now?" I sigh and try to find my keys. "I'm not killing you Mr. Ingleman. You died four days ago after ingesting an ungodly amount of beer. It was your alcoholism that killed you. My job is to transport you to our local office for processing. Ah, there we are." Thomas is knocked speechless again while I unlock the passenger door manually. "In you go Mr. Ingleman. There are other dead people who need taxiing." He climbs in without further arguement. After I manage to get in the driver's seat we take off. Unfortunately, Thomas is the last soul on my route today, so I have no choice but to return to the office with him. I park the hearse off to the side of the main building. When we get inside we find a woman in thick glasses sitting behind the desk. "Thomas Ingleman?" she inquires. I nod and she points to a door on her right. Looking terrified he passes through it onto a hallway. I'm not allowed to pass by that particular door, but I always crane my neck to see what's on the other side. All I've ever seen is a long hallway with white floor and ceiling tiles and white plaster walls. My coworkers say that everyone gets to go down that hallway once. Wow, really? I would've never guessed that. Seeing's how today's not Friday, and thus I can't collect my salary, I pass through the door on the left of the secretary. Three doors down on the right is the locker room. I remove the heavy black cloak and place my scythe on a rack at the front. The cloak's so large that I can wear my normal clothes underneath, so there's no need to dress out. Showering can wait 'til the morning when I have to get ready for school again. I go outside and climb in my '05 Ford truck and drive home. Life's not so tough as a Grim Reaper. Sucks that no one's ever happy to see you though.

[QUOTE]Look, I'm not saying gravity doesn't exist, or that you can't figure things out using science (another DARE I give you to find in this thread), but I am saying that people use science just as people use the church in the past: just something to believe in without question.[/QUOTE] That's a good point. People are willing to believe just about anything if it's in a "professional" scientific study. Everyone knows that hydrogen is flammable, right? Wrong. Science tells everybody that hydrogen is flammable. There are plenty of people who will never see a tank of hydrogen explode, but they believe it will because the laws of science say that it wil. I think the main point that AzureWolf's trying to get across is that people don't know something unless they've done it or seen it themselves. Otherwise they've just heard about it from "experts" and believe it to be true without any physical proof. I hope this all makes as much sense as it does in my head.:animeswea

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I like comparing the universe to a dice roll. God created the universe, "threw the dice", and is jut watching how it all ends up. Which doesn't make a lot of sense because I also believe in miracles. Meh. In the end, I believe that evolution did happen, intelligent design is possibly responsible for it, and creationism is at least partly true.

There's no real point to this other than comedy. I realize that it is physically impossible to imrpegnate a shark through rape. I'm also fairly certain that sharks don't have the 'rear end' neccessary for this type of action. I came up with this story while surfing the net (surprise, surprise) and originally told it to my friends verbally. It really doesn't have as much impact as when you walk up to someone and say, "Do you want to hear the story of how a panda raped a shark?" Anyway, it was mostly funny and a little disturbing, so I decided to write it down here for all to enjoy. Actually, this isn't the entire story. I left out the very last part wherein the Panda, the Shark, and all the little panda sharks that ate themselves alive went to Hell. Of course I don't intend to tell that part of the story because it's pointless. Thank you if you liked my creepy little tale. And if you didn't like it, thank you for taking the time to read it.

Haven't been to Baltimore, but there will definitely be an out of the way anime shop in the dark corners of the local mall. Or at least someone buying manga in the Barnes & Noble who knows where you can find more. Charleston on the other hand is an amazing city. The summer nights in the cool breeze with a plate of hot shrimp and real sweet tea . . . GOD. But unless you plan on touring the EC that doesn't help a whole lot. So yeah, the best advice I can give you for the cruel cold north is ask around. Somebody is bound to know where to get what you're looking for.

Gotta love the internet. Virtually, VIRTUALLY, no censorship except where appropriate. You can honestly say things like #$&^ and ^%@# with a little %$#@, not to mention actual words with letters. Censoring isn't a bad thing unless done poorly. If you try to cover up every little thing that you think might cause a child to go psycho, you're gonna create more problems for yourself when they are finally exposed to it and can't handle it. [URL="http://www.elgoonishshive.com/d/20080118.html"]Perfect Example[/URL] And then the reverse is obviously also bad. You don't want your kids to grow up believing in the values they learned from Manhunt. I believe that it takes moderation in order to make censorship work. Thank you Tony Sinclair. As for The Golden Compass, I love the book. The Church could have saved themselves a lot of trouble if instead of protesting the movie, they praised it as a trilogy where people overthrow a false god. At least that's what I got out of it. Looking back, Phillip Pullman had a good point about how the Narnia books ended. Every major character dies. That's disturbing.

A deep shadow floated softly across the sidewalk, twirling and shifting in the full moonlight. A single red eye was visible in the region where the shadow's head would be. The shadow cast its gaze about feverishly, searching for someone, anyone. There! A girl was sitting at a bus stop, alone. Good. The shadow drifted over the unsuspecting human. A long wispy tendril drew shot forward, dragging something from deep within it. It appeared to be an everyday notebook. Shaking with glee, the shadow let the book fall from its grasp. It landed next to the girl with a thud. She jumped and almost screamed at the sudden sound, looking about frantically for the source of the noise. It was some time before she noticed the black notebook on the bench beside her. "Huh? This wasn't here before." She opened the strange volume for inspection. What she found surprised her. "The human whose name is written in this note shall die," she read. "What a load of crap! And there's more. Stuff about picturing your victim's face, the cause of death, details, blah blah blah." The girl smiled and rolled her eyes. Somebody was playing a really weak joke on her. Who ever heard of death by notebook? "This is really stupid. If I do this," she took a pen out of her purse and began writing something. "If I write my own name, then I should die. There, we, go!" Nothing happened. The girl saw the lights of the bus turn the street corner. Standing up, she left the crazy notebook on the bench. She was smiling a lot to herself. Whoever had played that prank on her was a real dumbass. Creative, but still a dumbass. Just as she was contemplating who would have pulled that, she felt a stabbing pain in her chest. "Aaah!" The few other passengers became alarmed. The young girl had fallen out of her seat, and she wasn't moving. There were murmurs as the driver pulled to an emergency stop. They all had one thing in common. Kira. The stange shadow was disappointed. He had expected his fun to last a little longer. The passengers who had got off at the stop had mostly gone off on their own little ways. But there was one human who stopped to pick up the Death Note. Looking up, they saw the shadow that was Kagerou, and smiled. The shinigami couldn't resist a cackling laugh. So, his fun hadn't been ruined after all. The chaos was just beginning. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is obviously a Death Note RPG, and fans of the series can guess at the objective. First, one person will play the human with the Death Note. Their goal will be to kill the other players by finding out their true names. Everyone else will be playing as the other passengers who left the bus, trying to discover the identity of the "Kira". Only myself and the player who is chosen to be "Kira" will know who it is. Sign-Ups: Alias- NOT your character's real name. PM the character's name to me instead. Appearance- What your character looks like. We're all playing humans, so nothing outrageous. Personality- How your character generally acts. Occupation- What your character does for a living. History- A brief biography of your character. Need to work on the brief part myself. Your First Victim- Let's say theoretically your character was the one that obtained the Death Note. How would you test it out to make sure it was real? This is the one that decides who plays Kira. Here a few points that may need clarifying: The Kira cannot kill another player's character without him/her finding out that character's name. This is done through PMs. Each player starts out knowing their own name, and I should know everybody's name. As the game progresses, each player can PM their name to any other player, so long as there is a reason for them finding out the name in the game itself. An example would be one character whispering to another. The game ends when either all the non-Kira's are dead or the identity of the Kira is made public, with proof of course. My sign-up will be edited in here in a little while. All this typing has made me hungry. Happy hunting!:devil:

If you don't like "bad words" then don't read this. ----------------------------------------------------------- What the hell is a Panda Shark? I'll tell you. The story begins many millions of seconds ago, in a tiny coastal town of China whose name is hard to write. Well, it wasn't actually in the town, but in the wilderness outside of the town. But I digress. Everyone knows that the reason pandas are an endangered species is because they don't like having sex. Why they don't like having sex is beyond me. But what you didn't know is that when pandas do, on that rare occassion, want some, they want it bad enough to do anything for it. This is what happened to the panda who was eating bamboo on the shore outside of a little town in China. He suddenly got the urge to screw something, ANYTHING. Without any other pandas around, or anything else of substance, the ecstacy in the panda was threatening to make him explode. In a desperate move, he waded out into the ocean and grabbed the nearest thing he could laws his paws on. It just turned out to be a Great White. Under normal circumstances the shark would have ripped the panda's head off. But today the panda was in the heat of passion. And so he committed an unspeakable act, and ass raped the poor killing machine. The deed done, the panda chucked the shark back into the ocean. Too ashamed to retaliate the shark swam off. Unfortunately, it was not to be that the shark would escape with only its dignity and virginity left behind. Nine months later, the shark layed some hundreds of eggs which had been fertilized by the panda in the attack. As the first of the baby panda-sharks broke free of its embryotic prison, the mother shark looked on in horror at the bastardizations of nature. Unable to cope with her terrible offspring, she swam close enough to a piece of coral jutting out of the sea floor so that it cut into her stomach like a long jagged knife. Many sharks then swam into the area to feast on the remains, even the newly born panda sharks. Meanwhile the Chinese law enforcement agency caught wind of the attack and began investing the rape that had been committed by the panda. Finding sufficient evidence, the case was sent to court. The honorable judge Gan Shi sentenced the panda to a life sentence that was to be served in a Hong Kong zoo. He died six years ago in an escape attempt. So there you have it. The entire sad story of the creation of the panda shark species. But what does a panda shark look like you may ask? It looks exactly like Shamu, like any killer whale. But be careful, because there are subtle differences between the two species. Both killer whales and panda sharks will kill a human being if the conditions are just right. But the panda shark will [I]enjoy[/I] it. You'll hear it laugh as it devours you. Second, all of the large black and white mammal-fish in captivity are killer whales. Panda sharks value their freedom above all else, and will eat themselves alive in order to avoid living in SeaWorld. I hope that you've learned a little something about wildlife from this. And maybe a little something about life.

If Obama gets the democratic nomination, that's who I'm going with. If not, its McCain. At least John's a moderate conservative, which is a whole lot better than Huckabee. Issues that are important (to me): Abortion Gay Marriage Illegal Immigration The Space Program Iraq China Cuba Not in that order though. Seriously, we need to free Cuba after pulling out of Iraq.

Things don't usually translate very well from East to West, think 4Kids . . .:animedepr I haven't seen it yet, but Japan rated Goro Miyazaki's adaptation of the Earthsea novels as the worst movie of the year. This bodes ill for good anime based on good books. I'm not trying to say that it can't be done, but I am saying that the anime producers have to love the material as much as we do in order to make a good adaptation. I remember Fairenheit 451 from English. Wouldn't making it an anime defeat the purpose of 'protect books, moving pictures make you zombies'?

The only thing this is missing is some way to figure out 'whodunnit'. Would their be some sort of elimination system? Or would the game just be about how good the players' detective skills were in figuring out the holes in everyone's allibi? Great idea for an rp. Go for it!

Julian was beginning to hate Father Donello. Instead of being allowed to visit the sacred pool, the old priest had him unload half the pilgrimage's luggage. Then he was forbidden from watching the burning of a heretic. Now Julian was making sure all the elderly found their rooms, over and over. "This. Fucking. Sucks." Julian muttered through clenched teeth. If he found out that Donello was responsible for his missing smokes, he'd kill his first faithful priest. Calvin laughed and stroked his beard thoughtfully. "No no. It is your holy duty to serve this man of God! You'll be damned for eternity if you don't obey him! Hahaha!" There was a loud rumbling sound from outside the hotel. Julian rushed outside and listened intently. This time it came through more clearly, some sort of roar . . . "Shit! That's gotta be a monster!" He took off at full speed for the sacred pool, Calvin fusing himself to the revolver at Julian's side. It'll be at the pool, he thought desperately, such a powerful energy source draws trouble like a magnet. Making the last turn to the pool wall, he saw the monster beyond in the sea. "Aww [B]GODDAMMIT![/B]" Not seeing the two seventeen year olds already inside, he aimed, and fired.

[SIZE=3]I'm back with a vengeance.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Seriously though, sorry for not posting for about a week. I caught the stomach flu and wasn't allowed near the computer. So I'll get to updating immediately.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]Gual? What have I missed![/SIZE]

Julian hated airports. They were always so messy and you never knew if the person beside you in line was a pagan or a heretic. Luckily, all he had to do was stay in the hotel across from the airport. Even so, he couldn't resist a smoke. Julian's prophet, Calvin, sat watching the young blond man dragging on his cigarette. "And you make fun of me for burning. I'll be amazed if you survive the trip [I]TO[/I] Helia. It'll be a Godsend if you make it back." Julian just layed down and stared at the ceiling. A few minutes passed before he replied. "I hope the Lord will save my lungs when we get there." Calvin didn't argue because he was probably serious. The man never joked when acknowledging the higher power. So he opted for the easy out, "How long are we going to wait here?" "Until the Kirkwind pilgrimage leaves the city." "Smart ass. When are they getting here?" "Soon I hope. And," before the satyr could ask, "We're going to sit in the arrivals section every day until then. Father Alder said it would be within the week." With that, Julian closed his eyes and starting drifting off to sleep. He later paid for not putting out his cigarette with a burned shirt. (OOC: This is all I could think of.)

[quote name='Aceburner']I love you. No, seriously. That's a really good idea. I love Redwall.[/QUOTE] Okaaaaaay. Anyways the only reason I mentioned it was because the original english series had some serious flaws to it, namely Cornflower being John Churchmouse's daughter. That would mean that Mattimeo married his aunt Tess. Sickening. We can only pray that anime creators heed our wishes.

[quote name='Premonition']Yeah, I know what you mean, but by the end of the RPG, Christianity, ur I mean, [I]Prophetism [/I]won't be a welcome religion on Terrarpim. In this RPG we all become criminals labeled by the church, and it's up to us to bring it down.[/QUOTE] Crap. This may be enough to turn my character emo. But that's half the fun isn't it? Watching one of the biggest zealots fall into a mad depression after shattering his faith. It's such a warm cozy feeling.:demon: Mwahahahaha!

[SIZE="2"]Two books that I love: The Portrait of Dorian Gray- In anime form would probably be like Death Note. It has pretty much nothing but dialogue, but it BLEEDS suspense and mystery. A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court- If for no other reason than to see how Japanese show makers would do it. Unexplained time travel and duping a whole country ito following you are great story elements. Not to mention one of the weirdest ending battles of all time.[/SIZE] Or maybe one of Brian Jacque's Redwall books. Who doesn't love sword-wielding mice?