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[SIZE=1]Fist collided with skull which collided with brick as the man known only as Enigma smashed a man's head against the wall of the alley he had been waiting in. As the hard cartilage in the man's nose crunched and shattered under the force of Enigma's fist, a spattering of blood erupted from the man's mouth, making Enigma's glove slick with warm, sticky fluid. The violent meeting between skull and brick resulted in a head injury that Enigma guessed, from the force of the impact, would be fatal. More blood smeared across the bricks, already slick with rain, as the man's body slid to the floor. Blood washed from the man's face as the rain continued to heave down, making a strange swirling mass of crimson on the pavement. There was a kind of twisted artistry to what he had just done, but he was not finished yet. Leaving the body where it was for the moment, Enigma walked calmly, far too calmly for a man who had just committed wilful homicide, to the opposite end of the alley, and with a single blow from his boot, smashed a wooden palette to pieces, fragments of jagged wood splintering and flying up in all directions. He picked three of the biggest and sharpest, and stepped quietly back over to the body. The tiniest of clouds of vapour billowed from the man's face. He was still breathing, and therefore still technically alive. Unfortunate for him. [B]"You should really be wishing to bleed to death in the next few minutes," [/B]the masked man growled, his voice gravelly and non-descript, muffled slightly by his mask, [B]"Otherwise this next part is going to be hell." [/B]He grabbed the body and dragged it over to the wall, where he began his grisly work... --- [B]"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," [/B]exclaimed Detective Inspector Mark Rutherford of Scotland Yard as he took in the scene in front of him, [B]"This is barbaric..." [/B]Rutherford ducked under the yellow police tape, hitching up his brown trenchcoat to stop it from dragging in a puddle, and got a closer look at what had happened. A man, mid-thirties at best guess, his black shirt soaked in blood, his face distorted almost beyond recognition by a series of blows, was pinned to the wall of the alley by three jagged pieces of wood. The brick wall around here was particularly old and crumbly, which probably made it a lot easier to hammer wood into it. There was one shard of wood pierced through each wrist, and a third rammed through the man's ankles, in an example of a classic crucifixion position. Bloodstains streaked down the wall underneath the body. It was a horrific sight to behold. [B]"ID in the wallet says his name is Jeremy Peterson," [/B]said Rutherford's partner Lewis. [B]"He worked for the Face, didn't he?" "Removedly, yes. He worked for someone who worked for someone who worked for the Face. It's unlikely that they ever had any contact." "This could be the start of something big. Someone could be working their way up through the ranks, starting at the bottom and heading towards the big cheese." "There's no pattern, though. Just this one body." "Haven't you read this morning's papers, Lewis? Gordon Weaver was found dead, with evidence fingering him as a child molester sent to the Times. Weaver had strong ties with the Face. Maybe there's a pattern developing." [/B]Rutherford's contemplation was cut short by one of the uniformed officers on the scene rushing over to him. [B]"We're just about to remove the body, sir," [/B]he said, and Rutherford nodded, giving him the go ahead. The officer nodded and ran back to the body. It took three men to lift Jeremy Peterson's body down from the wall - those shards of wood were embedded deep in the old brickwork. As the body was removed, Rutherford noticed something. While everyone else's attention was on the mangled corpse, he continued to look at the wall. [B]"He's left a mark," [/B]Rutherford said, pointing at the wall where the body had just been. In amongst all the bloodstains, there was a simple design sprayed on in black paint. A single question mark. [B]"What does that mean?" [/B]asked Lewis. [B]"I don't know. But I don't like the look of it," [/B]replied Rutherford, heading back under the police tape. --- Unbeknownst to the police, the culprit was looking down upon them at this very moment. The man known as Enigma stood on the edge of one of the buildings that formed the alleyway, his breath billowing out through his mask in clouds of vapour. [B]"This is only the beginning, Detective Inspector."[/B] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]So, just to clarify, this RP will be set around 1982? If it's five years since the Company was founded (in 1977), and also that would mean that Adam has been locked up for five years, so that probably rules him out for a cameo, right? I mean, if we're playing "grunts," I somehow doubt the Company would let mere underlings like ourselves in on their dirty little secret. Perhaps I'm looking into this too much, though. The sign-up sheet does look good, but I agree with Omega - the alignment should surely have something to do with whether you're a part of the Company or not, at least at first. "Good," "Bad," and "Unsure" doesn't give a whole lot of detail, in my opinion. However, everything else looks good. I've got a day off today, so I could write up a prologue of sorts and either post it here or PM it you personally, Lrb. I'm thinking it could have something to do with the eclipse and people discovering abilities, some good, some bad, and the shadowy Company heads pledging to find them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Oh, I hadn't realised that they were supposedly cutting all ties related to the Company for the next volume. I suppose they have been overusing it somewhat recently. So yeah, ignore my previous comment about the metaphorical minefield. The rest of my last post stands, though. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Just a quick question: are the only villains we're fighting the organised crime types, or are there costumed supervillains as well? Surely a wave of costumed crimefighters is going to spawn a wave of similarly-costumed bad guys as well, right? Or was that going to be something for later in the story? Also just realised that the Face is played by Vinnie Jones - interesting choice! [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]This is gonna be an interesting holiday season for me, as all my friends are going to be back from university - we haven't all been in the same place since August, and there's a lot of them I haven't even seen since September. It's also the first Christmas I've had where I haven't been single, so for once I get to do all the couply things that go with the Christmas period. As for Christmas plans, I generally go out with my friends a lot, then have the few days around Christmas (usually from the 23rd to the 27th) at home with the family, eating far too much, watching rubbish on TV, drinking a whole lot, the usual. We usually have a New Year's party at my friend's house, but she is living in America for a few months now, so we're kinda stuck on where to go - we don't really want to go into town to celebrate as it'll be jam-packed, and no-one else really has a house big enough. I might end up just having a few people over for drinks and stuff, then spending some time with my girlfriend. As cynical as I may be, I genuinely love Christmas. It's always great fun for me. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I don't know if it's a fear as such, but I get kinda jumpy when birds (particularly bloody pigeons) fly anywhere near me. I'm always paranoid that they're gonna fly right into my face, and that's a little something I'm not keen on it happening.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]I don't think I have many fears - I guess I'm afraid of big spiders, but not in any kind of major way. I'm not afraid of the dark, or heights. It sounds weird, but I guess my biggest fear is being alone - I don't think I could handle it if I lost all my friends and stuff, but I suppose that's the same with most people. My friend Dan has a phobia of tomatoes, though. He can't stand being near the things, and God forbid he gets one on his plate in a restaurant... [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I've actually been having some similar ideas recently, and I've been watching Heroes avidly since the beginning. So, in short, I'd be well up for joining in, or even helping you in the creation of the RP. I think it'd be really good to take the good parts of Heroes (the morally grey Company agents, the struggles with powers etc) and remove the bad ones (the way they never let anybody freaking [I]die[/I]), and I reckon with those elements mixed around and changed, it could be a really cool RP to play. It could also be quite different to a lot of superhero RPs, because the Company are essentially the "bad guys," so it'd be an interesting new perspective. However, I think you'd run into a metaphorical minefield trying to RP the creation of the Company - there's so much we don't know about the foundation of the organisation that it'd be difficult to make up a plot that doesn't tread on the toes of what story already exists. However, playing through the early days of the Company (perhaps exploring the reasons and origin behind the "one of us, one of them" rule and the like) would be good Also, you'd have to put a limit on powers, because having someone with empathic mimicry like Peter would be on the verge of god-modding. You don't want one selfish S.O.B running around with [I]all [/I]the powers. But anyway, I'd be happy to talk this idea over with you, Lrb, if you fancy it. I'm on AIM and MSN so you can usually catch me on either of those. [/SIZE]

[B][SIZE=1]Secret Identity: [/SIZE][/B][SIZE=1]Enigma [B] Age: [/B]Unknown - physical build suggests late twenties to early thirties [B]Appearance: [/B][/SIZE][SIZE=1]Enigma always hides his identity - he wears a black balaclava-style mask at all times, which is made of a semi-permeable membrane meaning he can breathe and speak through it but it is completely opaque. He wears black combat clothing, a long-sleeved t-shirt with a black jacket over the top. He once tried wearing a black duster jacket, but it was too long and obstructed his ability to fight crime. From then on, he began to dress more practically, allowing himself freedom to move.[/SIZE][center][SIZE=1][IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/enigma.jpg[/IMG][/SIZE] [SIZE=1](Forget the gun)[/SIZE] [/center][SIZE=1] [B]Accessories: [/B]Enigma doesn't carry anything except a can of black spray paint, which he uses to make his mark, a mark which strikes fear into the hearts of the city's criminals. When fighting, he uses any object that is to hand to subdue his opponent. [/SIZE]

[CENTER][youtube=""][/youtube] [/CENTER] [SIZE=1]'Nuff said.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]There was a stage when I was going to the gym four or five times a week, for maybe two hours at a time, but when I started my old job I was so tired in the day that it was practically impossible to go. However, the job I was doing was a very physical one, so I got plenty of exercise and dropped a couple of pounds while doing that. However, now I quit my job I'm back at the gym. I tend to go maybe three or four times a week, for an hour or two at a time. I do cardio on the treadmill and the cross-trainer, then lift free weights and use the weight machines for a while, then a little more cardio before I finish up. I've started jogging again, which I haven't done for a number of years. It's cold out at the moment, though, so I try to go in the middle of the day, just before lunch. I also bench-press trains at the yard whenever they let me. Sometimes the weights at the gym just aren't enough. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]This is a weird coincidence - recently, I found someone who made me feel the exact same way. I'd been having a really bad time of it - health problems, friendships breaking down, lousy job, everyone I really cared about being miles away, and as a result I was becoming thoroughly miserable. I became cynical and full of bile and hatred for things around me. But then I met her and everything turned upside down - it sounds really cheesy, but I noticed a complete change in myself - my friends and I returned to being as close as we'd ever been, I got over the fact that people had moved away, my job seemed to be going better, and even my general health began to improve. We haven't known each other that long, but I've never felt a connection with anyone like I have with her. Unlike you, there's a lot of things that we don't have in common - we don't like a lot of the same music, for example - but now more than ever I'm a believer in the idea of opposites attracting. Best thing of all, she totally appreciates my goofy sense of humour, which a lot of people don't. However, I don't consider myself to be "in love" with her, not yet at any rate. We're really close, yeah, and I care about her a huge amount, as she does me, but I've always thought that love is something that grows over time. I think right now that it's just a reaction to being attracted to each other, but with a start as positive as ours has been, and as yours has been, then it won't be long before the love begins to grow. But in answer to your other question, I have been in love before on a couple of occasions - the first was unrequited, but it turned out great as the girl is now one of my best friends, and I couldn't ask for more. The second was supposedly reciprocal, but she ended the relationship over something trivial before it could really start to go anywhere. I was bitter about that second one for a long time, and lost faith in the opposite sex, but it's kinda been restored now. I wish you all the best in your burgeoning relationship, Mr Mann. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Hey, I resent that remark! [/SIZE][center][SIZE=1][IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/MYSPAZZ.jpg[/IMG][/SIZE] [/center] [SIZE=1] Oh...um...withdrawn... [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Finally posted! I only involved my own character in this post, just while I get back into the swing of things. I also left it ambiguous as to the whereabouts of Jamie, so I'm not treading on Darren's toes at all. I also left it open-ended as to who Alex's "abductor" was, so it could be someone we know, or it could be someone new. Hope it's all ok - let me know if not and I'll fiddle with some things to put it right. [/SIZE]

[center][IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/avatar7_guest.gif[/IMG] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium]Pain blurred Alex's vision as he regained consciousness. He only vaguely remembered what had happened - he recalled a siren and some kind of warning message, although he hadn't been paying too much attention. All he could see was dust and debris scattered across the room, and something red crossing his vision. [B]"Jamie?" [/B]he called out across the room, his voice weak against the crunch of metal, the creak of supports. His friend was nowhere to be found - although admittedly, Alex couldn't remember what he had been doing before the incident. He'd gotten back to the ship from the Outpost, gone for a drink to calm his nerves, then he must have come back to his room. The Outpost...something happened at the Outpost...something big... He shifted a hand up to his forehead, and immediately jolts of pain ran through his body, and his arm failed to move when told to. He grimaced, and moved his head slightly to see what had happened. The sight which greeted him elicited a gasp of surprise, and a cry of pain. His arm was hanging loose from it's socket, and was twisted in a number of positions that would have been impossible if the limb was in one piece. From one angle, he could see a shard of stark white bone protruding from the skin, and blood was smeared all the way up his arm and across his t-shirt. He pulled the other arm up, and checked it - it seemed fine, so he ran it across his forehead, which elicited another gasp of pain. Gingerly, he ran his fingers across, and found a long, fairly deep gash across his forehead, which was oozing blood steadily. He checked his face, and felt something warm and wet soaking one side, which on closer inspection turned out to be more blood. With as much effort as he could put in, and with only one arm, he reached down and tore a section from his t-shirt, which was already fairly ragged, folded it up, and pressed it against the gash in his head, to try and stem the blood flow. As his senses began to gradually return to him, he felt sharp points of pain across various places on the rest of his body, and knew he must have been pretty banged up. Carefully and very slowly, he lifted himself into a seated position, not putting any kind of pressure on his broken arm. He felt light-headed as he hauled himself upright, but managed to keep a hold of his consciousness, fighting through the haze of stars and dots that clouded his vision. [B]"Jamie?" [/B]he called out again, a little louder this time, [B]"Jamie? What happened?" [/B]No reply came but the increased creaking of unstable metal structures. He felt a chill run down his spine, and looked up to see if he could find the source of the cold. [B]"Oh my God," [/B]he whispered as he tilted his head. The hull of the ship had been torn open, exposing Alex's room to the bizarre landscape of what he could only assume was another planet. Cold air rushed in, chilling Alex's bare skin. A crash... That's it... --- [B][I]"I'm going to the bar, Jamie," [/I][/B][I]said Alex, rubbing his eyes, [B]"Will you try to deal with those photographs?" "Sure thing, Alex. I just need to go think about what I can do," [/B]replied Jamie, rushing off, clutching his camera tightly to his chest. The bar was almost entirely empty, the complete opposite of his first night aboard the ship. He took a seat in the corner and ordered as large a glass of whisky with as much ice as he could possibly get, then sat and drained it, following it with two more. The stress, along with most other feelings, began to fade away. [B]"You really shouldn't be considering using those photos," [/B]came an unfamiliar voice from nearby. [B]"Sorry? What business is it of yours?" [/B]replied Alex, slurring a little through the alcoholic haze. [B]"I'm just...an interested party. And I know for a fact those photos will cause nothing but trouble unless they are destroyed." "Unless you're buying, then I don't want to waste my time hearing about your opinions on what I can and can't do with my own private property. Night," [/B]said Alex, getting up to leave. [B]"You're not going anywhere," [/B]said the voice, and Alex began to sway as the room began to spin. He looked down at his glass, in which the remains of his whisky was fizzing with something that wasn't supposed to go in whisky. [B]"You son of a bit..." [/B]Alex mumbled as he collapsed to the floor... --- [/I][/FONT] [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium]So that was it...someone had drugged him and put him back in his own room. He hauled himself to his feet and staggered over to the wardrobe, wrenching the door open with his good arm, only to find it full of women's clothes... This wasn't his room - someone had put him in an entirely different room. He looked at the map that told the location of all the fire exits, and discovered that he was over the opposite side of the ship to where he should have been. But why? Then it hit him: so he was on the side of the ship that impact had happened - whoever it was had tried to kill him by placing him on the side of the ship that it landed on - circuitous, admittedly, but it cuts out any kind of blame on their part. But that would mean that someone knew the ship was going to crash before it did. It was becoming far too sinister already. Alex looked around the room, and found his leather jacket lying just a few feet away from where he had been, a little torn but not much the worse for wear. He slipped it on, leaving his broken arm out of the sleeve, then grabbed the bedsheet and tore a section off, tying it, with some difficulty and a lot of pain, around his neck and under his broken arm, using it as a rudimentary sling. [B]"Right, Alex," [/B]he whispered to himself, [B]"Time for that keen journalistic instinct to kick back in." [/B]He took a few deep breaths and clambered up through the gap in the hull, avoiding the jagged metal edges, and emerged on the new planet... [/FONT] [/center]

[SIZE=1]Heh, the truth comes out... [B]Date and Time: [/B]November 5th, 2008 - 12:41 pm GMT An historic day, as America has elected the first black President, Barack Obama. [B]Username: [/B]DeLarge [B]Real Name: [/B]Phil [B]Age: [/B]18 [B]Location: [/B]Reading, England [B]How long I've been trapped in the OB spiderweb: [/B]This is a slightly loaded question. As DeLarge, I've been on OB just over 6 months, since April 30 2008. However, with my previous identity as the once-Arena Moderator Blayze, I was on for well over three years. That's right, Blayze and DeLarge are one and the same. I'm surprised nobody guessed already... [B]Submission: [/B]HELLO FROM THE PAST! I'm sure you'll be reading this in holographic form from the deep sea residences we've had to build to escape the cities of the world which have gained sentience and raised themselves up on robotic legs to fight for resources. And there's probably more aliens on OtakuBoards now as well, and robots too. So hi, aliens and robots. And genetic mutants, I shouldn't forget them. Sorry...I tend to be the one who turns up and makes random comments in various threads in the Lounge, and does other crap across the 'Boards. As Blayze, I tended to only post in the Arena, but since transmogrifying myself into DeLarge, I've been trying to be a more even poster. I'm not really sure why I didn't just change my screen-name from Blayze to DeLarge rather than creating an entirely new account - I guess I wanted to make a fresh start and that seemed to be the easiest way to do it. Other than that, I've been writing a lot recently - I'm trying to come up with a couple of ideas for really unique RPs, but they're withering under the lights a little at the moment. However, when I read this in the future, perhaps they will have come to pass and become the greatest RPs ever seen, and I will be the king of the internet. Although it's more likely they'll go for a while, and I'll be a penniless student living in a grotty bedsit in London. My great ambition at the moment is to do stand-up professionally - I do it as an amateur at the moment and have been told I'm rather good, so I think it's just a case of gigging as often as I can. It'll be much easier when I move to London next September, and there are more comedy venues to get down to. I just love watching, performing and writing comedy so if I manage to break onto the professional circuit that would be my dream come true. Again, perhaps when I read this back, I will be a top comedian living in a swanky London penthouse. Or I could be a penniless student living in a grotty bedsit in London. As for other stuff, I play bass and saxophone, although not so much of the latter any more, I like to drink alcohol whenever I get the opportunity. I'm not an alcoholic though. Honest. If I think of some more real stuff to go in here, then I'll post it when I think of it. But, for now... GOODBYE FROM THE PAST! [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]WILSON!!! [/B]Ten points to moi, I believe. Although the coconut friends did call to mind the Nightmare of Milky Joe. Anyway, I haven't seen the documentary, but I very much like the idea - the whole survival aspect of it is something which does interest me quite a lot. What about the climate? The Wiki page mentions some changes in weather and such - colder winters than before and so on - but has there been any drastic change in climate? I would imagine global warming is not such a problem, what with there being no humans and all, so are we looking at a healthier planet Earth? More trees and plants and less man-made structures? To be honest, the Wiki page probably covers most of this, but it's late and I've only just got in from work, so forgive me if I'm asking questions which have already been answered. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]If it makes people feel better, I would "do" each and every one of you - I don't like to limit myself. To quote Scrubs for a moment: "I appreciate hot, regardless of gender." Bow chicka wow wow. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Quick! We musn't hesitate in sending all of these dolls to Guantanamo Bay and holding them without trial! They are clearly harbingers of the end days and messengers for hateful terrorists! [/sarcasm] [/SIZE]

[CENTER][SIZE=1][I]"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..." [/I][/SIZE][RIGHT][SIZE=1][I] - Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch. 1 [/I][/SIZE][LEFT][SIZE=1]Dingledodies are those friends or acquaintances who you cannot help but be uplifted, enlightened or cheered up by - those people who put the light in your life. They are the special people who never fail to put a smile on your face, because of some series of strange habits or quirks unique only to them. So, this is the place to tell us about your dingledodies. Tell us their names, their quirks, and why they will forever hold a special place in your heart and soul. For me, my number one dingledodie is my best friend Ellie. She is crazy and incredibly daft at times, but every single thing she does simply endears her to me even more. She is the first one I go to when I have a problem or an issue of any kind, and she always knows exactly how to sort it out. Ellie is also the most fun person to go out with - she doesn't seem to have an off button, so she's always as happy as can be, even if there's something dramatic going on in my friendship group. She is the most positive, uplifting, life-affirming person I have ever met, and I honestly hope I will stay friends with her for the rest of my life. Dingledodie number two is Sarah. She and Ellie are really good friends, but they are almost polar opposites. Sarah is down-to-earth, but not so much that it becomes boring. When I'm feeling mardy, she knows exactly what I need - someone to complain about stuff with. She's also been by my side through some really difficult stuff, and I can't help but love her to pieces. Unfortunately she's now living basically at the opposite end of the country, so I don't see her much any more. But when I do see her, it's just like it was when she was living round the corner. My third and fourth dingledodies come as a pair - my friend Dan and his girlfriend Angela. Dan is the most loyal person you could ever hope to meet - once you get to know him, you've got a friend for life. He also knows loads of other people, so you've immediately got a huge friendship group once you meet him. He's also the most mental person I know - he can come out with totally bizarre comments, and they always make me laugh, and it's inspiring to see how devoted and loving he is to his girlfriend Angela, who is dingledodie number four. Angela is as bubbly and outgoing as Ellie, and I absolutely love her to pieces even though I've known her about four years less than I've known my others. It is impossible not to like Angela, and even though she comes out with some stupid comments sometimes, it's impossible to get angry or frustrated with her. She's usually the first person I tell any relationship news to, because she seems to be worried that I'm almost chronically single. Fifth is Meg - I've known her since I was four years old, and we have absolutely everything in common. We like the same music, the same fashion styles, the same comedy, the same films, the same TV, and she's got a massive house on top of all this. She throws the best parties, and even when they don't quite go according to plan, she never loses face. She's jetting off to America for nine months, and I honestly don't know what I'm going to do without her. Last but definitely not least is Jonny. Jonny is the guy in the group who seems to take all the crap, but doesn't mind it at all. He's always the one we make jokes about, but he takes it all in his stride and never gets angry about it. He's incredibly laid-back, but he's also one of the only people who can ever get me to have a serious conversation. We've discussed such minor things as film and TV, as well as huge subjects like religion and philosophy, and politics and economics, and although I know very little about these important subjects, he always knows how to make it seem as though I know what I'm talking about. These guys are my dingledodies - what about yours? [/SIZE][/LEFT] [/RIGHT] [/CENTER]

[SIZE=1]Ok, maybe not a horn then. Maybe a couple of phone calls instead. Probably more practical really.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]To be entirely honest, I'm slightly concerned about the idea of me you seem to have constructed, DW. You've got me paranoid that it might be something about me that screams "serial nudist" to everyone out there, and it's taken you to point it out. Nude and slap-bang in the middle of the Land of the Dead? Could be an interesting situation developing here. And I'm worried, as I think are most of the people mentioned in this story that I could be a potential victim of Retri's wang-attack. Keep up the "good" work, DW, I am thoroughly enjoying it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]You called, SunfallE? We need a Doctor Who horn that shall be blown from the highest mountain in OtakuLand, and all the fans across the 'Boards shall be united. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Signature first: basically, the phrase "Flangleberries! Flangleberries Everybody!" is a much-used soundbite on my favourite comedian's radio show. The words are also a link to my (slightly pathetic) comedy MySpace page, in a desperate plea for attention and more friends. My avatar is an image of Alex DeLarge (my usernamesake), as A Clockwork Orange is one of my favourite films and one of my favourite books. There's nothing much deeper than that - I should probably get a new set at some point, but I can't think of anything better at the moment. As for my title, Divorced From Reality seems to be a fairly good description of me. It suggests that I was once close to reality, but I have since become distanced from it. Just look at some of my lies in other Lounge threads, and you'll see how "Divorced From Reality" I am. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I don't have birthdays because I never age. I am simply...timeless.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]What up, New Members? I'll be the one talking a load of rubbish pretty much wherever you see my name pop up. And RPing, too - when I get the time, that is. Hopefully I'll have some form of interaction with you in future. [/SIZE]