DeLarge

[SIZE=1]I have made a few changes to my character profile, including the addition of a picture for you to use if we're still doing character portraits. Hope it's all ok, please let me know if not. EDIT: Anything happening with this? I'm still excited for it![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Wow, that's incredible. Thanks so much, jigglyness![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I live in a small(ish) town called Reading, about 30 minutes on the train outside London. We used to be famous for beer (apparently India Pale Ale was invented in Reading), bulbs (the flower type, like daffodils, not the electric light type) and biscuits (a famous biscuit factory called Huntley and Palmers is still a fairly prominent building in the town). However, all those industries seem to have gone kaput, and the main thing we're famous for is Reading Festival. This is considered the second largest UK music festival, second only to Glastonbury, and has been running since 1971. Last year the headline acts included Tenacious D and Metallica, so it's pretty huge for out small backwater town. Until 2007, we had WOMAD (World Of Music, Arts and Dance) festival, which was a bit more arty than Reading, and I used it as a jumping-off point - I started at WOMAD, then went to Reading Festival. As for famous people from Reading, Ricky Gervais is from round here, and David Byron from Uriah Heep died in Reading. Somewhat more impressively, Oscar Wilde was imprisoned in Reading Prison for three years, and Jane Austen attended the Ladies Boarding School. According to Wikipedia, Charles Dickens was asked to stand for Member of Parliament for Reading. Kenneth Branagh, Dawn French, Lenny Henry, Sam Mendes and Kate Winslet all either live here currently or have in the past. We're also quite close to Henley, where Orlando Bloom has a house. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Both stories were really entertaining and moving, but my vote goes to Anomaly, simply because the story struck a chord with me. The descriptions of the failing love and the vague sense of despair were excellent, and I felt it flowed a little better than chibi-master's. One vote for Anomaly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]It's been really difficult, and I've been going over this in my head for the best part of a week. However, Lrb's third one wins it for me - it breaks the usual formula of Six Fiction stories, but it almost works better than the normal formula. My vote goes to Lrb. [/SIZE]

[quote name='Manic Webb']I think some public displays are okay, but others need to be done in private. It's okay to kiss, hug, and all that stuff in public, but nobody wants to see you reach second base. That's just awkward to see. Go home for that stuff, or at least find a nearby bathroom.[/quote] [SIZE=1]Quoted for truth. I kiss and hug my girlfriend in public because I don't feel the need to hide that sort of thing away - people (usually older people) still give us funny or disapproving looks, but I could give a flying monkey. Everything else, though, is saved for "private time".[/SIZE]

[center][SIZE=1]In light of DW's recent absence, I've decided to give an amusing OtakuBoards parody a shot. Bear in mind we have different senses of humour, so it will be of a different style, but hopefully still funny.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]It's set in the fictional town of Otakubury, a small English town, and revolves around the misadventures of the various inhabitants, particularly the town council. You should recognise many of your favourite members, but you won't have seen them like this before.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]So, without further ado, Welcome to Otakubury.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]---[/SIZE] [SIZE=2][B][U]Welcome to Otakubury[/U][/B][/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]Volume One: Crime Chapter One [/B] Smart black shoes clicked on hard white linoleum as a man, dressed in a sharp black suit, walked down the long blank corridors. He straightened his tie, cleared his throat and ran a perfectly-manicured hand through his thick brown hair. In the other hand was a manilla folder stuffed thick with papers.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]He finally arrived at a vast set of mahogany double doors, intricately carved with beautiful, flowing designs, and raised his free hand to knock smartly three times on the dark wood.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]"Enter,"[/B] came a deep, ominous voice from inside the room, and the door creaked open of it's own volition. The suited man stepped into the dimly-lit office, facing the wide desk in front of the enormous windows.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]"I've been expecting y..."[/B] came the same deep, booming, yet slightly giggly voice from the shadowy figure sat behind the desk, but his sentiment was cut off by the suited man interrupting.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]"Don't you dare finish that sentence,"[/B] he snapped, raising his finger and pointing it at the desk, [B]"You say that every time I come in, and it's getting old. You called me and ordered the meeting, you imbecile! And turn the damn lights on."[/B][/SIZE] [SIZE=1]The lights flicked on, illuminating a cavernous room, with red velvet curtains, thick shag pile carpets and enormous mahogany bookshelves lining the walls. Sitting behind the giant desk in a black leather swivel chair was a young, tanned man in a dark-blue suit, hanging his head in some semblance of shame.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]"Sorry, Des,"[/B] he said, looking up at the suited man sheepishly, [B]"I won't do it again."[/B][/SIZE][SIZE=1][B] "You'd better not,"[/B] Des replied with a scowl, walking the several strides to the desk and slamming the file down on the desk, [B]"You'd better have a long, hard look at this." [/B][/SIZE][SIZE=1][B]"What is it?"[/B] asked the man behind the desk with the attitude of a bored child whose building blocks had been confiscated.[/SIZE] [B][SIZE=1]"It's a report including figures and statistics relating to the levels of crime in Otakubury. It makes for fairly bleak reading."[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]"That sounds boring. Can't I have my building blocks back?"[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]"You can have them back once you've calmed down. I'll have to remember not to give you lemonade again."[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]"It was tingly on my tongue."[/SIZE] [/B][SIZE=1][B]"For God's sake, will you shut up?"[/B] growled Des, [B]"These crime figures are important! We need to come up with a solution to the problem."[/B][/SIZE][B] [SIZE=1]"Can't someone else do it? I've got my personal magician coming to do a show for me in half an hour."[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]"With all due respect, Mr Mayor, this is a big decision. It needs to come from the top."[/SIZE] [/B][SIZE=1][B]"No!"[/B] the Mayor replied, folding his arms and frowning, [B]"Make the town council do it! It sounds boring!"[/B] Des slapped a hand to his forehead, closing his eyes and sighing with despair. Once the Mayor set his mind on not doing something, there was no persuading him otherwise.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]"Very well, Mr Mayor,"[/B] he said, a heavy air of reluctance in his words, [B]"Whatever you say."[/B] He picked up the folder and walked out, kicking a man in coat-tails and a top hat carrying a black-and-white wand as he went.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]---[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]Loud, blaring noise erupted from the phone, snapping Phill DeLarge, head of the town council, out of his deep, noisy sleep. He spluttered and fell off his chair, slamming his head on the edge of his desk as he went. Scrambling to his feet, he grabbed the phone off the hook and brought it up to his face, missing his ear initially and slamming himself in the eye with the receiver. Finally, with an inordinate amount of effort and cursing, he clamped it to his ear, and croaked:[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]"Hello, town council offices, Phill DeLarge speaking, how can I help you?"[/B] Keeping the receiver close to his ear, he bent down and picked his chair up, taking his seat once again and wiping the thin trail of drool from his chin.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]"DeLarge? It's Desbreko,"[/B] snapped the voice on the other end, [B]"The Mayor has some urgent business he needs you to attend to. I'm emailing through the details right now!"[/B][/SIZE][SIZE=1][B] "Right now might be a slight problem, sir,"[/B] replied DeLarge, pouring cold coffee in his eyes and taking a swig of eye drops by accident.[/SIZE] [B][SIZE=1]"Oh? And why is that, may I ask?"[/SIZE] [/B][SIZE=1][B]"Someone dropped the plug for the computer in Mountain Dew," [/B]DeLarge said, wincing in discomfort from his coffee eye drops and looking remorsefully at the dripping-wet plug, [B]"Also I've forgotten my password."[/B][/SIZE][B] [SIZE=1]"Fine! Then I'll get someone to deliver it personally."[/SIZE] [/B][SIZE=1][B]"Carrier Pigeon?"[/B] DeLarge asked excitedly.[/SIZE] [B][SIZE=1]"What? No, not a carrier pigeon, you idiot. I'll just send Chibi-Master over or something, it'll get her out of the office at the very least. She's been bouncing off the walls the past few days."[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]"What is this business James needs us to attend to?"[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]"Don't call him by his first name or I'll fire you!"[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]"You've fired me before."[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]"This time I'll fire you out of a cannon. Into a volcano. Call him Mr Mayor, or the Mayor, or His Mayorness. Just don't call him James!"[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]"Do you have to fire yourself now, Des?"[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]"What? Just shut up, you idiot. God, why do I have to work in a town populated by morons?"[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]"Because when you worked in London they found those incriminating photos of you with a monkey."[/SIZE] [/B][SIZE=1][B]"It was a rhetorical question, DeLarge! Just get it done!"[/B] And with that, he slammed the phone down. DeLarge looked at the phone, a little puzzled, then replaced the receiver and hit the intercom buzzer.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]"Send the team in,"[/B] he said. There was no answer. He buzzed again three times, then got up and walked to the door of his office, opening it a crack and poking his head out.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]"Team, you can come in now,"[/B] DeLarge said, remembering that he didn't have a secretary. And the intercom didn't connect to anyone. And it wasn't even an intercom, it was a radio.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]Two people followed DeLarge back into the room. One was a girl with an enormous starched mohawk, dyed a number of different colours. Her black clothes were ripped and held back together with safety pins, and she had the legs of a goat. The other was a young man with a red and white maple-leaf-design shirt, tousled hair and a well-chewed pencil behind his ear.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]"Right, Vicky, Lrb, we've got a situation on our hands. The Mayor needs us to do a thing and we've only got an amount of time to do it!"[/B] said DeLarge vaguely. Vicky and Lrb looked blankly at each other, then blankly back at DeLarge.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]"What is it we've got to do, ey?"[/B] asked Lrb stereotypically.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]"I don't know that yet, you Canadian cretin,"[/B] replied DeLarge rather racistly, [B]"But I do know that Des is going to fire me out of a cannon if I don't get it done."[/B][/SIZE][SIZE=1][B]"DeLarge, are you ever going to put some trousers on?"[/B] asked Vicky, chewing a piece of gum very slowly and cockily.[/SIZE] [B][SIZE=1]"I don't have time for that right now! We need to get the delivery off Chibi-Master and then get to work!"[/SIZE] [/B] [SIZE=1]At that moment, something crashed through the window behind DeLarge's desk, sending showers of broken glass cascading down to the floor. DeLarge jumped on Vicky, who pushed him off, insisting that she was gay, and Lrb felt left out, so he jumped on himself.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]A strange calm washed over the office, as DeLarge got to his feet and inched his way over to where the object had fallen. He took a deep breath, extended his foot, and nudged the thing which had smashed the window...[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]--- So that's the end of part one. Bear in mind it's not supposed to be a literary masterpiece, just a bit of fun. Stay tuned for part two. [/SIZE][/center]

[SIZE=1]I was expecting more wang jokes. I am disappointed. Anyways, I have stuff in my pockets all the time. Right now, I have my mobile phone (a black and gold Samsung U600, if anyone's interested) and my MP3 Player complete with headphones in my right-hand pocket. In my left, I have my bunch of keys including both my house keys, a key to the strong box I have in my room (not sure why - I broke it ages ago and don't keep anything valuable in it any more), the key to my bedroom windows, the key to the hard case I move my guitar around in, and my car key. My wallet is the main thing I keep in my pocket. It's dark brown leather and I've had it for a number of years, and it's served me pretty well. In the bill-fold part is a ten-pound note, a cheque for a further 10 pounds my uncle sent me for my birthday which I haven't cashed yet, and a whole bunch of receipts for stuff I've bought recently, including the book of [I]Trainspotting[/I], a couple of CDs and some food I bought last time I was with my girlfriend. I also keep a photo of me and my girlfriend in there, as well as one of me and a bunch of my friends that we took in a photo booth in London. There are some other [I]important items [/I](ahem) in the pockets, as well as 16 pence in change. In the various pockets I have my bank card, my driving licence, my National Insurance card, my UCAS card, my old bank card, a 15 pound gift card for Waterstone's bookshop. There's also my old student card, a couple of appointment cards from my dentist of all things, an invitation to my best friend's 18th birthday party (which was about 6 months ago), and a playing card (the 5 of spades, in case you're interested) with my name written across it (it's a long story - there was a magician at the restaurant we went to for my mum's birthday and he did some tricks with it, letting me keep the card at the end). There's also a blister card of paracetamol and codeine tablets, which has been in there for God knows how long. Back pocket, there are about a dozen ticket stubs from the cinema (the most recent being [I]The Spirit[/I], which I'm not proud of...), theatre and other such entertainment venues. Other back pocket, there are two pens (Pilot Hi-tecpoint V5 Grip - very nice pens, they write very well) and three beer bottle caps. That was one of the longest posts I've ever made in the Lounge, for one of the oddest topics... [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I read that Beckinsale hasn't even done any filming for it - they're just using a scene from Underworld right at the end to kind of bookend it. I watched and enjoyed the first, watched and didn't really pay much attention to the second, so I'm not so sure I'll be paying to go see this at the cinema - like a lot of other people, I'm thinking it'll be a rental once it comes out on DVD. That said, I did spend money to go and see The Spirit, and it can't be much worse than that... [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Actually, I think this might be a good time to make a few changes to my character. I've been thinking about him and thought of some things I'd like to do differently, and now I know this is definitely starting it seems like a good opportunity. I'm just going to change his motives and his background - his alignment, name, physical description and powers will remain the same. I just think the whole "wants to kill all humans" thing is a little one-dimensional, and I want to allow the character to grow throughout the RP. I hope this will be ok, Lrb. I'll wait until you've let me know one way or another before I change anything. I'm also going to try and find a suitable picture for him so we can go ahead with the character portraits idea. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]My vote says go for it. No point in letting those matches go to default when there's someone else up for competing. Plus, Lrb's a good writer, so adding him in should add a little spice to the competition.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'm definitely still interested, so looking forward to starting it in a couple of weeks' time! So you'll still have at least one player![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Everyone knows it's about quality and not quantity. And I'm in no way using this single, fairly pointless post to bolster my weedy post count.... Honest.... [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well, unless something goes spectacularly wrong in the next couple of weeks, this will be my first Valentine's Day when I've not been single. However, I don't think we'll be doing anything massively special, mostly because I'm flying out to America early the following morning, which doesn't give us much of a chance to do anything special in the evening. We'll probably just hang out and watch a movie in the afternoon or something - I'll make sure I'm packed a couple of days before, so I don't have to do anything on the day. It's all a bit too cheesy and tacky nowadays, so there's not point doing any massive romantic gestures. In previous years, myself and all my friends have been bitter singletons, so we used to always go out for a meal together, which was always fun. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]After a quick discussion, Omega and I have decided to make our characters brothers instead of cousins. It seems with so many branches of the Achard family being created, it would be simpler to do it this way and not have a load of NPCs as various family members. So now Benoit Achard married Elise Achard-Chevalier, and had at least two children, Remy and Christophe. I allowed room for anyone to create another sibling if they wanted to as well. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'm going for Shy with this one - his whole idea seemed better formed and more fleshed out. It seemed to flow better as well, while pfisland's felt a little jerky and forced. Maybe it's because you were working to a deadline, but I just preferred Shy's. Count one vote for Shy. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]With my vast and untouchable knowledge/memory of film and TV, I am fortunate enough to say I've seen Matt Smith act in a couple of different things on TV, and he was really rather good. The two roles he played were so totally different, and yet he inhabited the characters equally well, so I can see the potential for a good Doctor in there (he should be able to handle the multi-faceted nature of the character's personality). It seems shallow, but I'm looking forward to seeing what he chooses to wear. Th clothes are such a memorable and vital part of the character that it seems really important to me. I mean, when Tennant's Doctor first came on TV in the pinstripe suit and Converse, that was all I wanted to wear for weeks. Matt Smith's lack of eyebrows does creep me out ever so slightly, though... [/SIZE]

[quote=Korey][FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][COLOR=Purple]Never mind that, I only see one thing of interest. lolfotune.[/COLOR][/FONT][/quote] [SIZE=1]Not to mention lolinaguration. Uhoh, I'm gonna be in trouble with 'Morph now... [/SIZE][quote name='James][FONT=franklin gothic medium']In the UK and Australia for instance, our Prime Ministers don't receive such enormous pageantry - that is really reserved for the Queen. I wonder what we might do in the absence of a Queen.[/FONT][/quote] [SIZE=1]Not only that, but the major thing with a Monarch is the coronation, and we haven't seen one of them for over 50 years. I suppose the Jubilees count for something, but for America the inauguration ceremony happens every four years. That's a lot of money on what is essentially a big party with a lot of bouncers. Although having said that, I suppose the inauguration of the first black President is something we haven't seen in, oh, call it forever. From that viewpoint I can vaguely understand why it's costing four times as much as Bush's. Actually, scratch that, I really can't. You Yanks and your crazy traditions... [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I've posted my character - I seem really eager but I created my character a week or so ago and couldn't wait to make the post. I hope my character's ok, please let me know if there's anything I can change - I added a few things in that we talked about the other day, Shy, but if I've gone too far then please tell me. Looking forward to it greatly. [/SIZE]

[center][FONT=Palatino Linotype][B]Your name:[/B][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] Quintus Denarius Achard (formerly Remy Achard)[/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] [B]Your age:[/B][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] 38[/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] [B]Your connection to the Achard family:[/B][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] Cousin of Vincent Achard, nephew of Olivier Achard. His father, Benoit Achard, is Olivier's younger brother, who is married to Elise Achard-Chevalier. He has a number of siblings, including his younger brother Christophe.[/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] [B]Your portrait:[/B][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] [U][URL="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/QuintusAchard.jpg"]Here[/URL][/U][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] [B]Your occupation/location:[/B][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] When he was younger, Remy was a member of the Board of Executives for Achard & Co., but this was more of a way of building up his trust fund than anything else. Once he turned 30, he turned in his notice, and left Anova for pastures new. He travelled the Old Globe for many years, and now he is back in Anova, looking for new employment.[/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] [B]Your story:[/B][/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] Remy was always an incredibly intelligent young boy, far surpassing his classmates in terms of both intellect and imagination. However, this superiority did not, as it so often does, breed arrogance in the boy - his friendly, easy-going manner meant he was well-liked by his classmates and well-respected by his superiors. His charm and wit were apparent from an early age, and he grew into a charismatic young gentleman.[/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype]He got on well with all his siblings, particularly his younger brother Christophe. Out of his family, Christophe was the only one who seemed to equal his intellect, and he even grew to surpass it as he got older. They used to share theories about ancient civilisations and cultures, often staying up into the small hours of the morning. However, Quintus was always more sociable than Christophe, and as such was a lot more popular than his brother.[/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] He finished school with great merit at the age of 18, and was imediately placed into a high-ranking position at what was then Achard & Co., now Cobalt Silverworks. He excelled in his new career, and by age 22, he was snapped up by the Board of Executives, the youngest person ever to do so.[/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] However, his imagination soon made him grow restless in this career, and by the time he turned 30 he had left his job and dipped into his impressive trust fund in order to travel to the Old Globe, having become fascinated by the works of Cole Dreadnaught. He wished to see the small, independent nations for himself, and became a traveller, using his own money only for the travel from Anova to the Old Globe - once he was there, he worked his way around the country, earning just enough money in each place to move on to the next. He gained many new friends, and some valuable business contacts, including his hero, Cole Dreadnaught himself, who took Remy under his wing.[/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] The two travelled together, and became incredibly close, with Dreadnaught even encouraging Remy to take a new name, shedding his old aristocratic background in order to truly become a new man. Remy took the name "Quintus" from the name of a long-dead Ahmari king, and the surname "Denarius" from a popular folk legend told in Moresang. After a few years of travelling together, Quintus and his mentor and friend had to part ways - Dreadnaught's aristocratic duties called him back to Anova, but Quintus promised his friend that he would pay a visit as soon as he returned to the New Globe.[/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] By the time Quintus turned 36, he heard news of the Czenovian Revolution (a year after it happened - New Globe news doesn't travel so quickly across the Old Globe), and he began making arrangements for his journey home. He spent six months gathering funds and supplies, and began making his way back across the vast expanses of the Old Globe he had covered, back to Anova.[/FONT] [FONT=Palatino Linotype] Eighteen months later, and he is arriving back in the city of his birth very much a changed man. He has, however, reclaimed his family name, more to escape the wrath of his parents than anything.[/FONT][/center]

[SIZE=1]Both very good pieces, but I'm going to go for Vicky this time. This is mainly because Vicky utilised the idea of showing and not telling when it came to feelings and thoughts. While Blonde's idea was very good - in the form of a fiction suicide letter - he tended to tell and not show, which, although it works in context, made the whole thing feel a little clunky to me. Plus, Vicky's was a little on the surreal side, and I like surreal! She also packed a lot of information into such a short piece, and it really gave me the feel of the character(s). You both did well, but my vote is with Vicky. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]No problem! Hope I didn't tread on anyone's toes - I left the result of the fight ambiguous so anyone can pick up on it if they want to.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]At the sound of his own "name," The Gent spun round to see who had uttered the words, giving the man known as Enigma a chance to pull his legs back and slam his feet into his opponent's legs, knocking him to the floor. He took a moment to register the young, red-headed lady dressed in black stood at the mouth of the alley, but then his attention was back on the fight. He hopped back onto his feet and hauled the Gent back to his, holding him by the scruff of his neck and slammed his head into the nearest dumpster, knocking the man's fedora to the floor. [B]"Seems I've underestimated my opponent," [/B]laughed the Gent, bending down to pick his hat up, fumbling on the floor, clearly slightly dazed from the blow to the head. The man known as Enigma took this opportunity to slam his fists into the back of his neck, knocking the Gent to the floor once again. However, the man in black was taken by surprise by a swift kick to the chest, throwing him across the alley and slamming into the wall. The blow knocked all the air out of him, and his vision clouded with stars. He coughed, and struggled to get back to his feet. The blow was luckily placed, right on his sternum, in order to do as much damage as possible. As the stars faded from his vision, he saw the unknown woman, the one who had presumably just kicked him, helping the Gent to his feet, handing him his cane and his fedora. [B]"Are you alright?" [/B]she asked, seeming nervous but genuinely concerned. [B]"Please, my dear," [/B]the Gent replied, [B]"It seems as though the only way I can get this man's loyalty on side is by besting him in combat. If you will, please stand back and allow me to continue." [/B]She nodded, confused, and took a few steps back. The Gent straightened up, grabbing his cane with both hands and swinging it towards his opponent. With a swift move, the man in black dodged out of the way of the blow, taking a glancing hit on his arm, and ducked down to the floor to avoid the follow-through of the swing. He fumbled around the ground and grabbed something hard and round, hurling it towards his foe without taking the time to look at what it was. A glass bottle shattered on the Gent's cane, shards falling to the ground, glittering slightly in the lamplight. With a swift move, the man in black swept his foot across the ground, knocking the Gent to the floor once again. The man in black grabbed a shard of glass from the bottle, flipped himself onto the Gent's prone form, and held the sharp fragment of glass to his throat, straddling the man's body. [B]"Don't move a muscle, or I'll bleed you like a pig," [/B]he growled through his mask, breathing heavily to overcome the pain suffered from the fight. [B]"I'd advise you to do the same, or I'll gut you like a fish," [/B]replied the Gent. The man known as Enigma looked down, and saw a long, thin silver blade, the tip of which was pressed into his stomach, the cane sheath discarded on the ground. [B]"Looks like a stalemate..."[/B] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]It looks different enough from the other movies that it could be an interesting new direction for the franchise. The whole time travel protecting/attacking John or Sarah Connor good/evil Terminator thing got old after the second one, and seeing how the whole Skynet arc plays out could be pretty cool. But McG directing? [I]Charlie's Angels[/I], anyone? [I]Full Throttle[/I]? No? Not surprised. However, I have been proven wrong in terms of direction in the past, so I think I'll reserve judgement. [/SIZE][quote name='Allamorph][FONT=Arial]Second, no Ahnold. [I]*second eyebrow lifts*[/I'] Not even a cameo, apparently.[/FONT][/quote] [SIZE=1]Allegedly, Ahnold will appear towards the end of the film. However, it will be Arnie's face digitally mapped onto Kickinger's body. Weird, admittedly, but I'm not sure you can be surprised he's too busy to feature. He's kinda got other stuff on ;).[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]It's nothing too urgent at this stage, but if anyone could supply me with whatever information exists about the Old Globe then that would be great - I was planning for my character to have been travelling there for a few years, so a little supplantory information would be really helpful. If there's a problem with him travelling there (if there was anything to do with the Old Globe you wanted to save for later, for example), then please don't hesitate to tell me. [/SIZE]