Ben

Eh...I did something really stupid the other day. I don't remember exactly how it went; I just know that I attacked when I shouldn't have. My friend had a Chaos Command Magician on the Field. I think what happened was that I powered up one of my monsters and attack, without checking the attack of Chaos Command first. I had thought I knew the attack; no such luck, I had forgotten.

I think it was just one; Zoa, which he soon after turned into MetalZoa anyways.

A.) Niwatori, and it was stolen by Mai's harpie lady. Q.) In the Battle City Finals, how did Mai get enough tributes to summon the Winged Dragon of Ra, and why was this move fairly futile?

"Thank the stars above!" came a creaky old voice. An old man scooted out from behind a tree. He was short, with a ratty blue robe and hat. His beard was matted and not too clean. King Shinny watched as the old man stepped closer, then tripped on the hem of his robe and fell face first into the ground. "Ow." "Who are you?" demanded King Shinny. "And why do you thank stars? All they do is pose for the smelly, nasty, no-good, rotten people at the tabloids and get 55-hour marriages!" "Sssssir. I think I have heard of thissss old man." lisped Jeebes. "I think he is Random." "The warm goose frolicks in the meadow, but the green wombat stands alone!" shouted the man, springing suddenly to his feet. "That he is, Jeebes. Very random." King Shinny picked up a stick and poked the old man. "I am not Random!" sputtered the old man. "I am his apprentice, Ishap, Wizard of Mishap! Tremble and despair!" King Shinny looked unimpressed. Jeebes merely drooled. "Well, I am [silly British accent]King Shinmaru John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt III esq[/silly British accent]." he kicked Jeebes in the side of the leg. "This is my patsy, Jeebes." "You're going on a quest." said Ishap. "How'd you know that?!" exclaimed King Shinny. "My friend Michael told me after I explained all about the little boys back at the orphanage." replied Ishap. "Orphanage? What orphanage?" King Shinny was getting confused. "The one I was kicked out of." "Which one is that?" "It's somewhere in that direction, just past the fog." "Most orphanages don't take care of people past their seventies." "Oh, I'm not that old. I'm only nine." King Shinny stared. Then he hung his head. "Whatever. Would you like to come with me?" "-try to crush the polar bear next time instead of feeding it cheese." Ishap was talking to the bark of a tree. It suddenly began to rain. Shinny and Jeebes both ran up under the tree with Ishap to get out of the rain. Ishap continued to instruct the tree on various ways of ridding itself of large predators. "-and then you launch the moon at it." "Why do they call you the wizard of mishap, anyways?" asked King Shinny. "Because unfortunate things tend to happen to me and those around me." came the unexpectedly coherant response. "Oh." The tree was then struck by lightning.

Grojek blew hard on the horn, a crudely fashioned instrument made of goat horn. Several other orcs throughout the ranks of his raiding party sounded as well. The noise would certainly get the attention of the elves. Sure enough, over the nearby ridge came a lone rider, a scout, as expected. "Hold your fire!" Grojek commanded of his archers. "You can't hit him from this range anyways." "We're not just going to let him get away, are we?" demanded one of his subordinates. "We could have killed the elf and the horse and had us some flesh to eat." "There are going to be more, you idiot." snapped Grojek. "And if you [I]earn[/I] your kill, you can eat it." The orcs about him grinned. Elf-flesh was good. Grojek hopped lightly off the back of his Warg. The animal snapped at him, and he bashed it in the snout. It whined and turned away. Grojek put his ear to the ground. Then he grinned. The elves were on their way. The trembling and the sound of their horses' hooves could be heard and felt. "You all know the plan." he shouted. "Isen`tar!" The dark half-elf sinuously slipped through the ranks of the foul orcs and appeared beside Grojek. "Is all in readiness?" Isen'tar asked. "Yes, prepare your spell." "Indeed." the elven sorcerer grinned viciously. Just then, the elves appeared on the ridge, ranks upon ranks of them, all gleaming in their polished steel armor. "Get ready to charge!" Grojek bellowed, leaping into the crude saddle of his warg. The beast barked loudly and began to pace in front of the troops. Grojek peered at the elves amassed in front of them. They would draw their bows soon. Sure enough, the elves, knowing of their superior range, pulled out their bows and nocked their arrows. Grojek tensed. The first arrow was fired, arching into the sky. "[B]Now![/B]" The whole host of orcs charged with that command. The elves were not foolish enough to not protect themselves, however. Units of infantry quickly moved into place to cover the archers, their shields advanced and their swords ready. Grojek himself was at the head of the charge, and drove his Warg straight through them. The Warg bit and clawed at those around it, while Grojek hacked them to pieces. An elf struck at his leg. Grojek deflected it with his shield, and then butted him in the head with it. He spun the Warg, knocking those behind him away with its furred flank, and the Warg finished off the off-guard elf. Grojek wheeled about. His orcs were all in a feral rage, killing all of the enemies in sight. He pulled out his horn and blew a single high-pitched note. Out of the forests that the elven force had just recently exited, hundreds of orc archers dropped from the trees. They ran towards the elvish troops, drawing their bows to bombard them from behind. The horn was also a signal to the first orc force. Those that were not in a total bloodlust strapped their shields to their backs and literally bounded away on all fours. The elves tried to follow the retreating orcs, but were being torn apart by the composite bows savaging their flanks. And to make matters worse, Isen`tar's fog spell had begun to shroud the battlefield in mist. Those of the orcs still alive vanished into it and away from the stunned elven force. EDIT: I had put down "humans" and "Men" instead of elves. :p

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by AzureWolf [/i] [B]Ghostly and gothic are the first words that come to mind when I see that picture of Yanamaria.[/B][/QUOTE] But there's so much color. O.o How could any self-respecting goth every associate themself with something that colorful? :cross: Most goths I've come across hide from the light of day. I don't like to critique and/or comment on artwork, simply because I don't think I have the right sort of perspective to do so, considering there isn't much that I [I]don't[/I] like. [strike]Except for all of your work, it's awful.[/strike] Just kidding. :toothy: Truthfully, I love all of the pieces. The Biyomon-ish picture is a delightfil reminder that some people still think about Digimon, but aren't raving n00bs. :p I like the winter chika, simply because I like the winter chika. ^_^ I particularly like the taped-wing angel. There's just something about it that's very appealing. I get a very quiet, serene feeling when I see it. The eyes are great. Silé and Espe aren't favorites of mine, but I like their faces. :p Having seen Cardcaptors, I can say for sure that you made Sakura's head too round and her fingers thicker than they appear in the show. >_> I like the multicolored fish, but I definately think that it'd be better if viewed in person; that is, not run through a scanner. I like the Warhol piece because of the many colors around the outside, and then the single Yanamaria head in the middle. (Gee, that sounds an awful lot like a description of the picture, doesn't it? :p)

(Pacifists don't usually threaten people with poisonous roses, Maximillion404 :p) The two demons and teenage boys were unsure of what to do. They had obviously been brought to this place for a reason. All weird occurences like this had a reason in the Spirit World. "Perhaps we are not meant to go through that door." suggested Hiei. "Of course you are." came a voice. A lithe demon (that's what the Element Brothers are, right?) appeared beside them suddenly, totally undetected. "What would be the point of coming here if not to stop the evil forces?" asked Likid. "Duah! Evil forces! Where?!" yelled Kuwabara. "Well, one of them is just through that gate you're attempting to break down." Likid replied. "A particularly feisty little girl with an intolerance for little boys like you." "Why are you telling us all of this?" questioned Kurama. Likid did not answer, instead he blasted the gate open for them with the swift strike of a lightning bolt. Then there was a sudden bright flash and he disappeared. Team Urameshi entered the Dark Palace.

(I must say that I just love how this went from a bitter, name-calling debate between Mitch, Deathbug, and random others to a peaceful tip of the hat.;)) [QUOTE]I just want to clarify why God is a perception at this time. No one has really seen him, right? As far as we know no one has.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying, "It is because I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared."[/QUOTE][B]Genesis 32:30[/B] [QUOTE]Moses and Aaron, Nadab and Abihu, and the seventy elders of Israel went up 10 and saw the God of Israel.[/QUOTE] [B]Exodus 24:9-10[/B] There's seventy-four right there. Dismiss them if you wish. :p [QUOTE]Did I say it was a good thing? No, I didn't. So why are you telling me what I think?[/QUOTE] [I]I[/I] wasn't telling [I]you[/I] what [I]you[/I] think, I was [B]asking[/B] if that was what you were saying. I won't push the question though, as you have already answered it. My apologies for the misunderstanding. [QUOTE]I'm thinking farther than just what I could think.[/QUOTE] That line just reeks of contradiction. :p [QUOTE]Again, what you see is your perception. What's your good and bad is your perception. Just don't force it on others in a way that you seem to be saying.[/QUOTE] Because I am such a no-life, I went through Justin's post. I counted 15 'I''s, 6 'me''s, 3 'myself''s, and 3 'my''s. He only used the word "You" twice. It seemed remarkably unoppressive to me. :whoops: (All of this, of course, is just my perception)

Ben ran lightly alongside the Chameleon Leader. Behind them, many ranks of chameleon-clones followed. They made little sound as they swiftly marched through the tunnels. Ben absently coated and uncoated his right forearm with the metal of his bracelet. There was a loud detonation from ahead of them. The Chameleon Leader silently signaled a halt. He and Ben changed their skin and moved in for a closer look. It was a large collection of armadillo-clones and they were steadily boring holes into the ground. What appeared to be the shattered remains of an hourglass lay nearby. Ben changed back to his normal colorage and approached an officer. "What are you doing?" he asked. "We're boring holes, sir. The holes will get us behind the enemy base and enable us to strike them from this side while the Armadillo Leader and his forces strike from the other." the officer replied. "You there!' he called out. "Straighten out that drill! You'll wind up a diagonal tunnel if you keep going that way!" "Won't you be a bit conspicuous, just dropping out of the ceiling like that?" inquired the Chameleon Leader. "Hopefully the humans will be preoccupied with the other forces, and not too many will spot our approach." "I've got an idea." said Ben. "Why don't we go through the holes first? We can sneak up on the humans, and then when you begin your descent, we'll begin our attack. The humans will be engaged with us and the fox-clones and then you can come in and crush them." "Sounds like a sound plan." the officer nodded approvingly. "I'll tell my men what is going on, we-" "Sir, the first hole has been breached!" called out one of the armadillo-clones. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alaris' forces slowly marched towards the human base, not bothering to try and hide their approach. They wanted to be seen, to take attention away from their rear. Alaris was tense with excitement, but kept it tightly controlled. He had to keep a level head. The humans might have something unexpected. On that thought, he passed an order back to the rearmost lines. "Start digging a trench." That way, if the humans did bring something unexpected, they'd have something to fall back on. Surprisingly, the humans upon the walls of the base did not appear overly concerned about the approaching army of clones. Something wasn't right. Alaris wished he could know how soon the trench would be done, but knew that he couldn't just stand around and wait for the humans to move. Just as he was about to sound an attack, something odd happened. The floor began to shake and the sound of machinery became apparent. The ground in front of the base opened up and out of it poured forth a half a dozen cave scorpions. A foul reek filled the air. The cave scorpions stood around the front of the base, walking about and clacking their claws warningly. Several humans came out of the same underground opening. They were clothed in plastic suits and had some sort of canister on their backs. There was a tube leading off of the canister into some sort of device in their hands. One of the humans stretched out his hand and some sort of vapor was sprayed at the cave scorpions. They all instantly shrieked and ran away from the human. Another human sprayed them from another angle, they turned and ran in the other direction. They were again sprayed and forced away. The foul smell grew worse. Alaris saw what was going on and ordered the clones with bolas and slingshots to make ready. Eventually, the cave scorpions were herded forcibly towards Alaris' troops. Shrieking loudly, they ran as if some sort of demon was behind them. "Aim for the mouths and legs!" ordered Alaris. "And release!" Those armadillo clones armed with slingshots unleashed a barrage of rocks and lighted uksos at the scorpions. One of the scorpions took a rock to the mouth and reared up. It was struck by several stones and uksos in the underbelly. It burst into flame and toppled over backwards. Another caught fire after being repeatedly struck by uksos, but continued to charge. A few bolas wrapped around its legs stopped its advance. It soon stopped screaming. The final four cave scorpions were taken down with bolas and killed by several axe-wielding armadillo-clones. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" asked Rayea from nearby. "No. It wasn't." answered Alaris. Something wasn't right surely the humans could put up more of a fight than that. Still, he couldn't just sit and wait. "Charge!" he yelled. The amassed ranks of armadillo-clones picked themselves up and began to move at a jog towards the human base. They began to pick up speed as they grew closer. Bolas were swinging, slingshots were loaded, weapons were drawn. The humans were ready. Cave scorpions poured down the walls in bronze waves, all the while shrieking as the humans above them forced them onward with noxious vapors. The cave scorpions crashed into both sides of Alaris' forces. Luckily, the natural and metal armor of the armadillo-clones protected the majority of them from the initial attacks of the scorpions. The sides of his forces crumbled inward as the sheer momentum of the scorpions' attack pushed them. Soon the cave was full of screams, yells, and the shrieking of the cave scorpions. Blood, poison, flame, and poisonous vapors were everywhere. Then out of the front of the human base, an large force of humans emerged. As neither the cave scorpions nor the clones were their allies, they began to open fire upon the melee. The cave scorpions and clones alike were kept at bay by more humans armed with the noxious gases. "FALL BACK!" called Alaris, as he slew a cave scorpion. The trench was most definitely a good idea. Alaris remained in the melee, trying to get as many of his men and women out safely to the trench as he could. A cave scorpion scuttled up to him, tail waving threateningly. Alaris slashed it across the antenna, causing it to rear up in pain. He charged in, took several strokes with his sword, and then spun to the side and arguable safety. "Alaris!" "I'm a little busy right now, Ben." he said aloud, dodging the sting of a cave scorpion. He hacked the tail off, kicked its claw away and stabbed it through the head region. Alaris' troops, who had been slowly been dragging themselves back to the trench, were suddenly being lifted up and seemingly flying towards the trench. Every now and then Alaris caught the outline of a vaguely humanoid shape. Then he too, was grabbed by something and hauled back to the trench, all the while outrunning the cave scorpions. As soon as the remainder of Alaris' troops were in the trench they started hurling rocks, uksos, and bolas at the scorpions. With a subtle folding of his skin, Ben appeared beside Alaris. Several other chameleon-clones appeared as well. "Nice to see you." said Alaris. "Nice to be here. Kind of." said Ben. He glanced at the battlefield where cave scorpions were running about, slowly being worked up into an attack by the poison-wielding humans. A sudden laser barrage flew over the trench, causing a few of the taller clones to duck their heads. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to do something about that." he turned to the chameleon-clones that had come with him and gave them a curt nod. They all nodded in return and reached behind their backs. Each pulled out a small crossbow. They all loaded their weapons and took careful aim. With a series of twanging sounds, they fired their shots in an arc. The bolts sailed over the cave scorpions and fell amongst the humans on the other side. No more shots flew overhead. "My troops should be entering the base now." Ben said. "A fox-clone contacted me and opened the back door for them. As soon as they start getting ready to meet your other troops approaching, the chameleon-clones and fox-clones will take them out." "Sounds like a plan." replied Alaris. "Only, how are we supposed to get out of here alive?" "What do you mean?" asked Ben. Alaris pointed. More cave scorpions were streaming down the walls, swelling the already discomfortingly large force. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Curse you people, ruining my cliffhanger....:p ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ?Yeah, that?s most certainly not a good thing...? agreed Ben. ?Any ideas?? ?Eh...we could wait until your other force takes the base.? Ben suggested. ?I don?t think we have enough time.? replied Alaris. The cave scorpions were charging again. Many were taken down with bolas and others set aflame by uksos. Still more came. Ben?s chameleon-clones fired crossbow bolts into the very teeth of the charge. Still the scorpions came, knocking aside their dead in their haste. There were no longer any humans driving them. They saw food, and they wanted it. Ben levitated himself to get a better view of what was going on. He could see lasers flying at the base and could hear faint screams and growls. Smoke was slowly drifting from one corner, and he could clearly see the armadillo-clones still entering the base. One cave scorpion that was charging towards the trench stepped on a poison canister, bursting it open. The cave scorpions nearest to it shrieked and ran in all directions attempting to escape. Ben looked around the room and spotted several more of the canisters. He collected them with his mind and then lowered himself back into the trench. ?Good thinking.? said Alaris, distributing the canisters. The poison kept many more of the cave scorpions at bay, but the supply was not inexhaustible. ?Alaris, we?ve got to get out of here. The cave scorpions are certain to overrun the trench.? said Ben. ?There?s an opening to the surface not too far from here. If you can get ahold of Crystal, we can lead the scorpions into an ambush.? ?Great idea!? said Ben. [I]?Crystal!?[/I] [I]?What is it??[/I] she asked. [I]?We?re getting pounded by cave scorpions, are you almost ready??[/I] [I]?Cave scorpions, where did they come from??[/I] [I]?The human were hiding them. Listen, there should be a cave entrance near hear. We?re going to lead the cave scorpions to you. Do you think you can be there in time??[/I] [I]?Certainly.?[/I] she replied. [I]?We?re on our way now.?[/I] Ben turned to Alaris. ?They?ll be there.? ?Good.? said Alaris. ?Poison to the front!? he shouted. ?Every one else fall back!? Alaris took a poison canister and strapped it on his back. It smelled foul, but he was determined to get everyone out alive. Ben stood next to him. An armadillo-clone offered him a canister, but he refused. Suddenly ploughing his arm forward, Ben focused his psychic energy. Cave scorpions were blown backwards over the heads of their companions. Entering the narrower tunnels, Ben, Alaris, and a dozen or so armadillo-clones kept the cave scorpions at bay.

Clarify this for me Mitch, please. You're saying that the slaughter of millions of innocent people [I]could[/I] be viewed as a [B]good[/B] thing to do? Based on a different perspective, I mean. Just because Hitler saw it as right, it was an okay thing to do? Granted, people went along with it; people believed it. But the intended end (the "purification"), whatever the perception, does not justify the means. Think about it Mitch. [I]Millions of [B]innocent[/B] people.[/I] Just because a few people view it as right doesn't make it a good thing. Granted, I'm willing to admit that just because the majority of people view it as a bad thing, that it is not [B]evil[/B] based solely on their perception. Tell me this too, if I murdered your family because I thought it was right, I should get off scott free while you sit at home crying in a puddle of your parent's blood and I am free to kill again? That just makes no sense to me.

I may be going, if anyone of the teachers at my school gets around to organizing the trip. I've never been before, but my sister has on several occasions and she appears to have enjoyed the experience. See you there, maybe. :p

I've always been a big fan of David and Leigh Eddings. They have four series out already, the [I]Belgariad[/I] and the [I]Mallorean[/I] being the first two. The two follow the same story, with most of the same characters. The [I]Elenium[/I] and the [I]Tamuli[/I] are another two series of theirs that go hand in hand. [I]The Redemption of Althalus[/I], one of their stand-alone novels, is an excellent read and I encourage anyone who likes a good adventure story to read it. The Eddingses stories all have a kind of dry humor in a lot of the dialogue, which makes them great fun to read. Their most recent book out, [I]The Elder Gods[/I], is the first of a new series entitled: [I]The Dreamers.[/I]

You tell them, Justin. :smirk: doukeshi03, since I have absolutely nothing better to do, I took the words that you used in place of "evil" (wrong, horrendous, disturbing, and horrifying) and ran them through Thesaurus.com As it turns out, they are [B]all[/B] synonymous with evil. :toothy:

[B]Name:[/B] Dinol Celedurus [B]Hunter-Net Name:[/B]OddFencer699 [B]Age:[/B]29 [B]Hair:[/B]Brown, medium length. Nothing special. [B]Eyes:[/B]A sparkling blue. [B]Height:[/B]6' [B]Weight:[/B]200 lbs [B]Creed:[/B] Defender [B]Weapons:[/B] Rapier. (see attachment) And a cestus (a kind of spiked vambrace/gauntlet) on each hand. [B]Edges:[/B]Impact, Ward, Glare, Hide, Restore [B]Appearance:[/B][img]http://www.videojuegosamazing.com/2002/soulcalibur2/popitem_sc2braph_7%5B1%5D.jpg[/img] Wears a chain mail jacket underneath that extends to his elbows. [B]Biography:[/B](Ack! I [I]loath[/I] writing Bios...:p) Dinol's father had been a highly ranked competitive fencer while Dinol was growing up. He wasn't the best, but he was good enough to receive recognition. Not all of the recognition, however, was positive. In a black underworld of crime, Dinol's father fought for money. He killed for the entertainment of others. Dinol and his mother were oblivious to this fact until he came home one night, the side of his face bleeding and missing a frightening gobbet of flesh. His father spent a few months in the hospital to recover from the wound and concussive trauma to his skull. During that time, Dinol's father took up his sword and began to teach his son. At first they used regular fencing equipment, capped foils and such. But as Dinol grew older, more experienced, and more daring, they began to use real weapons. His father refused to talk about what had happened, only insisting that Dinol learn to use the sword. After viewing a documentary on ancient fighting styles and weapons, Dinol decided to incorporate cesti into his fighting. One evening, he decided to show his father his new style and weapons. Dinol's father went white in the face, and a vein pulsed in his neck. The cesti triggered a flashback to the night he had been defeated. His opponent had used cesti. After being the recipient of numerous debilitating stab wounds, he had entrapped the rapier in the cesti's spikes and bashed the spiked glove into the side of Dinol's father's head. Leaving him for dead, he collected his money from the pit lord and left. The pain-filled memory caused Dinol's father to confide the truth of that night to his son. [B]Imbuing:[/B]A day or two after their little heart-to-heart talk about his father's experience, a pair of policeman came and put Dinol's father under arrest. Saying they were "taking him downtown", they cuffed him and drove off with him. Dinol followed them. The police were not, in fact, going downtown. They were traveling to the seedier part of town, where all sorts of freaks and unfortunates lived. Parking his car some distance from theirs, he followed on foot. The policemen took his father into an alleyway, where the pit lord was waiting. The pit lord, an enormously fat man who smelled worse than the rotting cow he resembled, grinned widely. "I heard you were still alive." he said. "And decided to check up on my favorite competitor." "I don't work for you anymore. That ended when I 'died', remember?" replied Dinol's father. "Ah yes. About your so-called 'death'. You're opponent that night, he's rather put out that he was not able to finish the job. No one else had survived that finishing blow to the head." the obese pile of flesh was obviously leading up to something. "Get to the point." Dinol's father hissed. "The point is, he wants a rematch. Right now!" Dinol's father was roughly shoved out of the alley and tossed a sword pitted with rust. Out of a nearby building came a well-built individual, armed with nothing but a single cestus. He wore a t-shirt and sweat pants. "You've let yourself go." commented Dinol's father, tensely wavering his weapon. "Didn't you had some nice chain mail that I poked numerous holes in?" the man hurled the jacket to the ground in front of Dinol's father. "On the contrary, I've gotten stronger than you could ever imagine!" The man charged, arms flying out behind him, chest thrust outward. Dinol's father ran forward, blade pointed straight at his opponent's heart. In a few heart-stopping seconds, it was all over. The man had, with inhuman speed, spun around the blade, grasped Dinol's father roughly by the neck, and bitten down. Dinol watched in horror as his father was slowly drained of his life through the vampire's fangs. The two cops moved forwards, fangs growing in evidence. [B][I]"NO!"[/I][/B] Dinol walked out of the alleyway half an hour later, wearing a blood-spattered chain mail jacket. Three vampires killed and a slothful wizard splattered across an alleyway. (Used Impact on the pit lord) He soon after joined the Hunters.

An Advertising forum would serve no real purpose. If people want to advertise, they can put something in their signature, or on their MyO. That's what sigs were originally made for, other than expressing oneself. And really, what discussion would an ad promote? Something like: "Yeah that's a pretty cool site, I like the __________" or for the gramatically impaired: "lol, ur site is sooooooooo cool, chrck out minw!" And as for having a good mod take care of it; who do you think would [I]want to?[/I]

Duofan11, questions like that should be addressed via PMs. :p [B]Name:[/B] Likid [B]Age:[/B] Indeterminate. [B]Description:[/B] Tall and covered with soft tan fur. Likid has a somewhat wiry build and a rather pointed squirrel-like head. Jagged red lightning-bolt designs zig-zag across his body. [B]Special Ability:[/B] Has power over Lightning and Thunder. [B]Weapon:[/B] Not applicable, I guess. [B]Bio:[/B] His age and background are a mystery, tied only to the legends and stories of the Element Brothers. What is certain about him is that while he is not be the strongest or the cleverest of the Brothers, he has rather unique abilities that set him apart from the others. These abilities are yet to be known. (ACK! I don't know what else to put! >.>) [B]Side:[/B] Element Brother

Weird stuff that I've eaten? lol, where to begin... I've had white rice with leftover egg drop soup poured over the top of it. heh, Quesadi[B]zz[/B]as I've had everything on GreenEyedDragon's list. :p I had Fritos and New England Clam Chowder the other night. I can't think straight right now. >.> If anyone is ever curious about my eating habits, just check out my AIM Profile.

Cyber Shield, isn't it? I only remember seeing two or three of her duels, but I'm pretty sure that she added armament before a weapon....

Sara's is [spoiler]Nerdsy[/spoiler] Heh, here are a couple that I just came up with. You'll soon see why I don't write too much poetry. The answer to both is the same. He wants to win an award, to get him across the ford. Tis a bridge you see, to pop-ularity. He wants to win an award. Oldie and Newbie both at once, this rarely seen and unknown dunce. The answer will fill you with glee, if not in you then in me. If still you don?t know the answer, you shmo then let me tell you it?s [spoiler]me![/spoiler] Bah, I'm stuck in Limerick mode. >.> And I'm not even that good at them!

Egad! Where to begin....? [B][QUOTE]The Industrial Revolution was the start of Capitilism, as I'm sure you know, but it had the same potential of a giant failure as Marx's philosophies.[/QUOTE][/B] Only it did [I]not[/I] fail. It turned out to be one of the most beneficial events in history. [B][QUOTE]You must understand that during the Industrial Revolution, people were very unhappy, and they were also impoverished, while the owners of the factories bathed greedily in their wealth. It was a time when raw ambition engulfed countries and took advantage of the poor.[/QUOTE][/B] Yup...uh-huh...sounds an awful lot like what happened in communist countries.... [B][QUOTE]If you think about it, communism has the same principle as the time of the Industrial Revolution.[/QUOTE][/B] No, it doesn't. It only had the same short-term [B]result[/B], only not short-term. The poverty and oppression continued until the communist governments were overthrown, and in some places even further. [B][QUOTE]I am able to see both sides of the arguement.[/QUOTE][/B] Then why do you ask so many darned questions? [B][QUOTE]I agree with them because I believe the saying "Cooperation over Competition" would make a better country, even though some may argue it is impossible.[/QUOTE][/B] Beliefs are all well and good, but do you have anything to back it with? Even the Catholic Church can get [B]facts[/B], good solid evidence, to back their beliefs. What have you got? People only argue its impossibility because of the repeated attempts at it that have [B]failed.[/B] One last thing before I stop. What is the point of this? Just [B]what[/B] are you trying to prove? If you can come up with a coherant response, please do so so that the rest of us can tear it into itty bitty pieces.

Heh, I [I]rock.[/I] :p What made you decide to try something like this, PT? And how did you decide at what thought to start?

>.< I know that there is a word for this styl of writing, if it is indeed the style that I'm thinking of. I remember my English teacher saying something about a form of narrative where the author just writes from one thought into the next. Putting my frustration aside....Nice story, heh. I liked it. :D

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Solo Tremaine [/i] [B][COLOR=#503F86]Event Match 51'd have me tearing my hair out as well. That "Failure" voice has never been so infuriating. "It's not a failure! I killed Ganondorf and Giga Bowser twice!" I'd scream. It still didn't let me win >.>[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] I know exactly how you feel, heh. I'd have taken out all of Giga Bowser's lives, and maybe kicked around Mewtwo and Ganondorf, and it would still say "Failure" when I died. I would often challenge the voice to do better. :p Sould Calibur 2 has recently been giving me some trouble. There's this one level where you have to face two people. One of them is the same character you choose, only faster and with extra, extra health. The other is just a random character, I think, again, much faster and with more health. :cross: It's a pain!

[B]Name:[/B] Ishap the Wizard of Mishap [B]Age:[/B] 9 [B]Weapon:[/B] A magic crystal ball. (trust me, you'll see) [B]Appearance:[/B] [img]http://www.educationsense.com/events/2002/camp/images/wizard.jpg[/img] (He really is 9, just wait and keep reading) [B]Bio:[/B] Ishap spent the first few years of his life in an orphanage. He was left at the doorstep like the other orphans at the Drop-em-on-our-Doorstep-in-a-Basket Orphanage. Unfortunately, his parents had left a haunch of raw cow as a parting gift. "Just in case he gets hungry." his father had remarked solemnly. The wolves in the nearby forest certainly enjoyed the cow meat, and Ishap too! He was swallowed whole. Fortunately, the same hunter who saved Little Red Riding Hood came by and, since he was in such a wolf-cutting mood, chopped the wolves open and set Ishap free! Walking to the Orphanage, the Hunter tripped and dropped Ishap on the ground. Several times. He eventually made it to the wooden doorsteps, which promptly collapsed ocne he reached the top. Ishap landed on his crotch. Cursing the unlucky child, the hunter threw the baby at the door. The door opened at that very minute and Ishap sailed through. He landed amidst a crowd of little toddlers who had just fallen asleep. Screaming commenced. Years later, it was discovered that Ishap's parents had actually been cursed by an evil wizard named Random, but his curse turned out to be of the exclusively hereditary variety. Only Ishap was affected. The orphanage kicked him out at the age of 5. By some weird twist of fate, Ishap wound up stumbling upon Random, and was adopted by him. Random recognized that Ishap had magic within him, but didn't know that it was the result of his own curse. He decided to teach Ishap with his book, entitled [I]Magic&Stuff.[/I] When Ishap turned 9, Random decided to give him a special present. He would rid Ishap of his lifelong misfortune! Sadly, his magic went all wacky and weird, and instead of Ishap losing all of his curse, he gained all of Random's powers! And his aged looks as well! Random turned into a six-sided die, and Ishap left, aged and magic-ful. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That was the longest Bio I [I]ever[/I] posted. It also took me longer than any other to [I]write.[/I] :p

Cane lay on the floor still, snoring softly. He was laying on his stomach, with his shield over upper neck and back. The slightly sheltered feel was comforting on some obscure level os his being. His sword lay inches in between him and the bed, with inches between it, the bed, and his hand. Pooka awoke with an adorable little yawn and rubbed her eyes. She looked about the room and saw that several people were already up and about. She carefully stepped off of the bed, and then turned to grab her sword. Unfortunately, she had stepped between Cane's legs and upon turning, caught her foon on them and tripped. "Hey..." murmured Cane sleepily. "Get.....off *yawn* of me..." Pooka make a little face and stood up. Grabbing the handle of her sword, she slowly dragged it across the bed. With one final tug the sword fell off of the bed and onto Cane's shield. There was a great WHOOSH as the weight of Pooka's sword drove all teh air out of Cane's lungs. Now fully awake, Cane turned over and began gulping down air. Pooka primly walked away, carving the floor as she went. "That.....wasn't........very...nice." Cane croaked. Pooka stuck out her tongue and stepped out of the room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry I didn't post in so long. :p