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Warning: This is really graphic. Heh. But, Please PM me with your critique. I love getting feedback. [color=DarkSlateGrey][size=1]Sometimes, when I think back to the days of happiness, alarm clocks come to mind. In my world, waking up had been the hardest thing for me. I would set it for six in the morning, then climb into the bed, and pull the duvet up. My head would hit the pillow, and it seemed like almost immediately I would be asleep. In my dreams was were I longed to be every waking moment. My dreams were my refuge; my place where I went to forgot my past, present, and future. Sometimes, I would be a bird, soaring on the currents. Another time, I could be a fish swimming happily along in the ocean. It seemed like there was no end to my ability to give life to that which was not. Even when my life was at it is worst; my dreams always gave me the initiative to finish the day. Looking back on what was, music also comes to mind. The times I had just sitting in my room and listening to music, were great, though nowhere near as good as my dreams. Sometimes, if I sat and though long enough, I could see the music: the blue of the bass, the red of the drums, and the yellow of the voices. They would dance around me like people, always inviting me to join them. At one point I did. I became a string of music and I danced. The bright purple that was I was all over. I would rub along the yellow and give it harmony. The blue and I could play a duet. Red and I traded rhythms, and rocked together. It was as if my only worry was who to play with next. It was with these thoughts in mind that I went to my weekly therapy session. This week, we were supposed to bring the one thing that mattered most to us. I had my most precious CD. It was a remix of all the Beatles hits. My personal favorite was ?Yellow Submarine? because the background noises gave me a new strain of color, Green. I slowly climbed the staircase that led to the loft. Dr. Phillis felt that if you were comfortable, you could get comfortable with others. That in my opinion was a load of ********, but I went anyway. He had this way of bringing out your insecurities and making them disappear. I almost wish I hadn?t gone that day. Finally, I reached the loft, panting and flushed. It seemed like the stairs had gotten a lot longer since last week. I opened the door quietly because I knew that it squeaked very easily. The other two turned around to look at me. Before I go on, I guess I should tell you about Mimmi and James. Mimmi is not your average twenty-three year old. She is spunky, happy; go lucky, and totally crazy. She started life with a normal family. She had an older sister and they were close. After she moved out when Mimmi was 15, things didn?t go so well. Slowly, but surely, Mimmi began to mentally deteriorate. At first, it was little things such as forgetting where she left things, and mood swings, which she dismissed as feminine problems. Unfortunately, for her, they were not. As her mood swings got violent, and her forgetfulness became worse, other problems accrued. She began to black out, minutes at a time. The time rapidly increased, leaving Mimmi not knowing when it was. At one point, she was blacking out for days at a time. They all suddenly stopped though, because as she later found out, she had brain cancer. It wasn?t the cause of her mental problems, but it was her temporary solution. As her life grew into a ?normal? setting, the cancer took a hold. Mimmi slowly began to get more tired, and he vision became fuzzy. Also, she began to have strange dreams. Ones that involved people in little pods; machines came up and scanned the pod. They then moved on. It was almost as if they were using the humans for something. Mimmi began to ponder this as she sat in the hospital. In order for her to live, she had to undergo an operation. The operation in itself was really simple. Go in and take the tumor out, end of story. Poor Mimmi, the doctors decided to do a test on her. Why not take a chunk of her brain out and see how she functions? So they gave her about three times too much anesthesia and set out to work. They first removed the tumor, then removed the area directly underneath. After Mimmi woke up, she noticed something was wrong right away. Her eyes didn?t work right. All she could see was white and black! She thrashed and cried out, grabbing the attention of the nurse. She came in with a needle and injected Mimmi in the stomach with it. She woke up two days later in an ally near Blackbird Street. James was another matter entirely. He is twenty-one, solemn, and reserved. He just sits through the sessions talking when it is his turn. Otherwise, he sits three his eyes half open, occasionally muttering some unhearable phrase. I guess you could say he kinda clams himself up if he?s not speaking. It all has to do with his past. When James was born, his mother killed herself. She was a raped, mental patient of Mercy Hospital. When she was first admitted her doctor, the lovely doctor that stole Mimmi?s color vision we would later find out, knocked her out and raped her. He left town afterwards, and left her moneyless and pregnant. She became a raging, hormonal, pregnant, drug addict. Every day she complained of various problems: bladder control, cramps, and blurry vision. The staff knew that it was a load of crap, but it kept her quiet. So James?s mother started to hurt her baby. At first, it was simple. An unneeded aspirin here and there, maybe a joint or two, or a good old fashion smarty sniff was all she needed to get happy. James on the other hand, didn?t. When he was born, they immediately noticed brain problems. Instead of crying, James just stared at everyone. At first, they thought he was free from pain. As he grew, they realized that his brain was miss formed. When his mother sniffed the smarties, it infected his brain, inflating his lower left region. That allowed him a larger threshold from pain, at the cost of not being able to perceive his world. He could solve word problems very easily, but when the problem was physical, he lacked the skills to solve it. That usually lead to fights, fights lead to bruises and cuts, and cuts lead to infection, which leads to the hospital. Mercy Hospital. When he was 15, James was admitted for an infection in his arm. Someone had nicked him with a rusted knife, and he was getting sick. They gave him about five shots to the stomach, and then they stuck him in a room to rot. They couldn?t do anything for him, because he was street trash. Raised by a slut, kills cats and dogs for food, and fights with every idiot that looks at him. Mercy Hospital didn?t like that kind of publicity. They shunned him and helped as little as they could. As James sat in his bed with the horrible pain, he began to think. If he wasn?t good enough to be treated as a person, why should they be able to live? As the days went by, James began to form a plan. A plot that involved a gun, a knife, and lots of anesthesia; also it involved the death of the entire hospital. James slowly crept through the hospital each day, gathering what he could of tanks and syringes, storing it under the bed. After about a week, he felt like he had enough to complete what he needed. He opened his air vent and released the container of anesthesia, knocking out the whole hospital. He then took the smelling salts that he made, and went looking for the doctor who sent him to this hell. As James has crept around, he would catch bits and pieces of conversations. One interesting fact was that Mr. Doctor and his slut would sneak into Room 69 every day for a little private meeting. As he ran down the hall, his feet pounding on white tile, he tried to remember where he had felt like this before. He dismissed the thought as he neared the door. He opened to find everyone?s favorite doc. He crept up and waved the smelling salts under the nose of the large naked frame. It shot up quickly, coughing and spitting. James cocked the gun at him and told him: ?Move the wrong ******* way and I?ll blow your goddamned brains out.? He looked like a deer in the headlights of an on coming car. As he slowly moved up, James noticed that his lover was stirring. He fired the gun, instantly ending her life. The man jumped, and James fired his gun at the floor next to him. He jumped, and James whipped out his knife. ?You moved the wrong way ****-for-brains? He brought the knife in a wide arc, slicing into the neck. A thin line of red appeared as he grabbed at his throat. James grabbed the guy?s shirt, and wiped his blade on it. He then tossed it to the guy and walked out. James got away with murder, and to this day, no one knows, except for us. I guess you could say that is the one thing that scares me about him. He?s already done it once, why not again? Anyway, when they turned to face me, I blushed and went to sit in my normal chair. ?Sorry about being late, I forgot to set an alarm.? I said grabbing a cookie from the table next to the chair. ?It?s no problem JJ, you know that as long as you come we don?t mind.? Dr Phillis said smiling. ?Mimmi was just telling us about her stuffed sheep.? ?It?s not stuffed silly! Knickers-Nicker is just being shy! Aren?t you, you silly sheep?? she said ruffling the sheep?s hair. ?Anyway, James what did you bring?? Dr. Phillis asked, his view swinging from the right to the left. James pulled something out of his jacket. It was a small case, silver on the outside with the initial J engraved on it. ?I brought salvation.? He said popping the clasp. In it, were three sets of pills. Three of them were red, and three were blue. ?To make things simple, this world is not real. A computer program called the Matrix is controlling you, telling you that the cookie tastes like chocolate, or that a carrot is a carrot. In my right hand, I hold the promise of a life free of slavery. In my left, I hold the pill that will keep you here in fantasy.? He said, his continence not changing. ?What the hell are you talking about?? Dr Phillis said. ?I?m calling security!? ?Not so fast.? James said, whipping out a gun. He aimed and shot, causing Dr. Phillis to grab at his back. As he fell, his white shirt began to stain red. ?Hurry up and pick one!? ?I?ll take the red one, ?cuz me and Nickers love red!? Mimmi said as she reached for his right hand. ?Red.? was all I said. I popped the pill and started to feel weird. As the world swam in and out of focus, James said ?Welcome to the Real World.?[/color][/size] That was all I remembered.

Ladies and Gentlemen, The Untied States has a president. Kerry will give a speach at 8 o' clock here in Prague, 1 o' clock for you Americans. :P I for one don't believe that after all his hard work, that Kerry would throw in the towel now. It's just too early. But if it is true, I'm glad I am in Europe. heh.

It's great! Thanks! Could I get the link to the banner? Heh -_-'

[size=1]Like Deathbug said, it should be called a "union", and that would end the ordeal. Marriage is a religious word and from that perspective it's illegal, BUT THAT IS NOT WHAT OUR GOVERNMENT WAS FOUNDED ON! (Religion and Politics do not mix) You can't look at this like it's some big catastrophe. Gay "unions" are in my opinion fine, because not only am I gay, but becuase I fell like people should be able to share thier expenses and taxes, and not have to sign everything in two names. If anyone deserves union privlages it's them. They put up with so much crap it's not funny. For example, kids now a days use gay like they would retarded. It's funny and if you do something wrong your a ***. It's like being gay is smoething you can catch. People in general though, if they seet wo guys on the street holding hands they automatically change sides of the street, and in some places the predijuce is so bad that gay kids have to have thier own prom. That to me is wrong. What has America come to?[/size] [color=DarkBlue][size=1]I throw in a cookie on closed by the end of the night.[/color][/size] EDIT: Sorry, that was off topic and irrelevent. I appologize.

[color=DarkSlateGrey][size=1]NeoPheonixmon was gliding through the sky. He had been taking it lesiurily, not caring about time. As he had flown he had been thinking about recent vibes. Everything had been fine, then suddenly everything turned wiggly. As he suddenly put on a burst of speed, NeoPheonixmon thought about how beautiful the land was. The trees always were green, the sea a perfect blue. Usually these kind of thoughts came at times of peace, his way of knowing. Lately, his dreams and visions were filled with destoryed and dying lands. The brown stained ground, the trees all gone, the sea a black endless void. It scared and facinated NeoPheonixmon at the same time. The thought of the desolote void scared him, what facinated him were the events to casue such a catastrophy. Even with the recent peace, it seemed like nothing could ever casue that much destruction. As NeoPheonixmon sped up even more, the ruins came into view, or what could be seen. NeoPheonixmon's eyes grew about a size bigger. There were so many digimon just mulling around. As he watched facinated, he noticed blimps of light on the horizon. As he strained his eyes he caught sight of NeoMagnadramon. [I]"Well Guess that explains that." NeoPheonixmon thought. [/I] He flew over the grounds hoping that they hadn't seen him. He wasn't so lucky. From the time it took him to look from the sky to ground, most of digimon had gotten into a formation and were prearing to fire. Suddenly, they did, and the area got much lighter. NeoPheonixmon shot upwards and to the right. [I]"Well, looks like they pick the hard way." NeoPheonixmon thought.[/I] "Flamming Light!" he called out, already in position. As NeoPheonixmon turned toward the sun, his eyes became pure fire, giving into his body. Almost as in unison, his body and head turned towards the ground. He shot out two beams, each from one eye. As his eyes moved, so did the beams. NeoPheonixmon threw his head rapidly from the right and left. The beams acted, scattering the giant group. As NeoPheonixmon blinked, the beams stopped. "NeoMagnadramon, NeoMegidramon, If you can hear don't turn around. Just know I'm here too! If you have any plans, now would be a great time to spill!" NeoPheonixmon said, trying to keep the atmosphere light. "Full Flame!" NeoPheonixmon yelled out. Suddenly he spit up a pretty large flame that quickly sped towards the ground. It hit and scattered those who weren't toasted or moved in the first attack. The flame fizzled out, but embers were still visable. [I]Maybe I can use this opportunity to..." NeoPheonixmon thought "Hello Move!" the second self said coming forward.[/I] NeoPheonixmon quickly moved towards the others, watching his back and front very carefully. As he flew up, NeoMagnadramon nodded at him. NeoMegidramon merely grunted, and continued to fight. "So, got any plans?" NeoPheonixmon asked. "Get...to the temple." NeoMagnadramon said not turning around. "Fine by me. Are we waitng for anyone else in particular?" NeoPheonixmon asked smiling. NeoMagndramon just kept fighting. "Can't kill me for trying." NeoPheonixmon said turning back towards his side. "Final Flame!" The flame hit the ground and became a wall, blocking all ground forces temporaily. "Fluxoide" NeoPheonixmon whispered. He didn't like this attack, but it seemed right. NeoPheonixmon suddenly shook his entire body, spreading the goo everywhere. He looked back to check that it didn't hit the other Guardians. Everyone else was fine, so NeoPheonixmon turned back towards the other digimon. "Hand of Fate!" An Angemon had made it's way through his attacks and now attacked. The white beam of light hit NeoPheonixmon, causing him to flinch. "No more. Final Flame!" he shouted. The flame hit the unsuspecting digimon, roasting him. NeoPheonixmon hated all this mindless killing, but it didn't seem like the would like to talk. He flapped lower, and suddenly stopped. "One Falls!" he said. A signle tear began to tear up at the corner of his eye. It then fell, suddenly disappearing. A Leomon suddenly fell, grabbing at it's chest. NeoPheonixmon then flew back up, and survyed the damage. As the digimon regrouped, he saw that he hadn't killed 1/4 of them. "Oh Great. This isn't what I wanted to do today." NeoPheonixmon said turning away from the digimon. "Are we almost ready?" NeoPheonixmon shouted over his shoulder. He tried to look for a nod, but another Angemon was getting ready for an attack. "Final Flame!" he said incinertaing the digimon. After this, NeoPheonixmon wanted to retire, alothough he knew he wouldn't. This was just too much pointless fighting.[/color][/size]

[color=DarkRed][size=1]NeoPheonixmon sat in his cave meditating. He usually called it that, but everyone else knew that he just sat in the sun. Most of the digimon that had flocked to help him found that his habits were almost to weird. They all stayed though, becuase NeoPheonixmon was an always open ear for problems. Right now, NeoPheonixmon was not just sitting in the sun. He was confuring with his inner self. "So, somethings wrong right?" One self said. "Yep, and it's taken you how long to figure that out?" The other said. "Well, then do we head for the temple? It's not like we have any inmorfation.." The first self said. "Who cares? The faster we get there, the faster we find something to fight!" Self 2 said smiling. "Always the fighting with you isn't it? Let's go." Self one said. NeoPheonixmon suddenly opened his eyes. A small Gotsumon was approaching him. "S-SS-Sir?" he stuttered. "What's up?" he asked. "Well, I think that well, [size=2]You should hurry up and leave so you don't miss the others![/size] He said, flinching. "Your right! Great Idea. Here, have a cookie." he said pulling one from the shelf above him. "T-TTT-hanks!" he said over his shoulder. "[i]Little ones, it seems they still have the power to change the world.[/i]" NeoPheonixmon thought to himself. He then thrust his wings out, shook for a couple seconds, then took flight. "I'll be back!" he yelled to no one in particular. NeoPheonixmon turned to the south, and he was off.[/size][/color]

OOC: Heh, everything's running acording to plans. :) (turns evil) Sadly, it's time that this RP live up to rating. heh, heh....heh. (No harm or pun intended) (heh) [color=DarkBlue][size=1]Gurth slowly flapped his wings, using the air currents as his guide. He had been flying non-stop for the last three days. The only nourishment and rest he had came when he stopped to speak with the others. Otherwise, he was flapping fast and hard, hoping to help reverse the decay of the Abbey. As he slowed his pace, noticing that the stream he was following was dying, signialing that the mole's mound lay near. As Gurth landed softly, he noticed that it was incredibly quiet for this time of day. Usually the moles were out and about. The little ones would play in the fresh air, while mothers yelled to be careful, and not to get dirty. Gurth chuckled at that last thought. As he scanned the forrest, he stopped in mid-chuckle. There hanging was a molebabe, her throat slashed. The blood had dried, and looked alomst like a coat of dirt. Gurth shuddred, fearing to continue. He slowly inched forward, his wings spread. He had hoped whatever did this would be scared by his size, but he doubted it. He suddenly hit something, and Gurth looked down. He immediatly regreted it, as it was another dead mole, this one had no eyes. Gurth suddenly heaved, his small nourishment making it's way upward. Gurth then promised himself that he would not look down again. Once again, he wished he had. As he approached the mound, a peculiar smell hit him. It was like a mix of thick smoke fire and dead folliage. When Gurth finally approached the mound, he found the culprit. There spinning on a spit was a mole, not very long out of Dibbunhood. Gurth turned and vomited. When he finished, he aimed towards the entrance to the mound, hoping to find a survivor. As he made his way down the tunnel, he heard a noise behind him. He knew that something big was following him, so he quickened his pace, hoping to get far enough ahead that he could catch it at the next tunnel breakoff. As he came to it he quickly turned, using his momentem to snap his baek close to the stalker. Unlucky for him, this was no ordinary stalker, and Gurth fell forward, his head fell backwards.[/color][/size] [color=Sienna][size=1]At the same time in the mountain of the badger.... Farra and Heath knocked on the door. An old voice answer, quickly brightening the contanence of the two hares. As the door opened, the two's mouth dropped. "Uncle Brinbage?" Farra said, shock at what stood before him. "It was not real, it couldn't be!" Heath thought as he sized it up. What stood before them was nothing more than fur and bones. The skin was so plastered to the bones that you could see the heart beat. Farra suddenly bolted for the nearest battlement window. He could be heard violently heaving. Heath just stared in horror. "What? What is it?" the figure cried. Suddenly it reached out for Heath. He reveeled back, throwing out his paw. It connected with the figures jaw, and the entire head fell off. "Oh my..." was all Heath got out before he ran for the room currently being vacted by his brother.[/color][/size] [color=Green][size=1]Leande sat at the table that Farra and Heath had left him at. He was currently stirring the soup he didn't eat, watching the ripples. As he watched he got lost in thought. "I wonder what's happened to the Abbey? Abbot? Dibbuns? I wish I could be there but...." Suddenly a loud crash brought him back to earth. "WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW!" Farra said, grabbing his bag. "Yep he's right." Heath said more quiet than his brother. "What's the rush?" Leande asked, trying to hide a sniker. "We'll tell you on the way." Farra said pushing Leande up. "Hey, I can..." Leande began to say. The giant door which Lady Bowstripe dissapeared behind opened, and she and the hare came over. "Leande.." she began "Sorry, do what you must. I have to leave now." Leande said coldly. "Hey! Bad-form sah!" the hare said. "Yeah, and what are you doing about it sah?" Farra said spitting out the last word. The hare looked ready to fire back, but the threesome had already gone through the door.[/color][/size]

[color=DarkBlue]*hugs Guardian people.* Heh I wanted NeoPhoenixmon. Tisk, Tisk my lazy Arika-like friend, that's not enough. :) Name: NeoPhoenixmon. Gender: Male Attacks: [u]Full Flame[/u] NeoPheonixmon spurts out a burst of flame which surrounds the opponent. Good for stopping those pesky bugs and speedsters. [u]Fluxoide[/u] (Pronouced Flu cks oide heh.) NeoPheonixmon secrets a thin filament, that when touched, causes the offendee to become momentairily paralyzed. It also eventully works on NeoPheonixmon as well. [u]One Fall[/u] (heh >.< Sorry heh.) NeoPheonixmon sheads a single tear, which is crystalized by his firey body. It is then sent off towards the target, causing minor damage. It's more of a distraction tactic. [u]Flamming Light[/u] NeoPheonixmon momentarily turns towards the sun, then focuses on the target. Two large beams of firey energy are shot out, causing damage, and blindness. Personallity: (Darn!) NeoPheonixmon is pretty much laid-back. When he isn't busy, you can find him relaxing in his cave, taking in the powerful rays of the sun. He always loved the sun. From the day he was born, he knew that he shared a special bond with it. He never gets cross or flustered, he always let's things roll off his back. When in battle, he tries not to overstate his power, but he isn't afraid to just outmuscle an opponent. He really doesn't enjoy fighting, but he never denies a good challenge.[/color] [color=DarkSlateGrey]Hope this is good Takuya. any problems should be thrown to me in an incrediblely hard like manner. heh.[/color]

Sorry guys, I have been cut back on Computer time. -_-' heh. Anyway, things are going freat, and for future refernce, if you want to do anything major, PM me first. Midnight Rush, your post was fine, just PM me first next time ok? :) Leande sat in the hall with the food. Farra and Heath were still eating, but he had stopped long ago. He was so sick of people being wishy-washy. IT was great that they planed on helping, but this was crap. From what he could tell there would be about ten-twelve people who have great expirence, but they wouldn#t have what he needed. If his plan was going to go through, he had to have the cooperation of everyone. He slowly opened his mouth, thinking baout saying something when Heath and Farra stood up. Leande nodded and shut his mouth. Their uncle lived here and they wanted to visit. Leande didn't mind, but he sure as hell didn't want to be kept waiting any longer. Hopefully those two knew that, so Leande left it be. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Farra and Heath wove thier way through the halls. They knew where they were going, but there seemed to be a klink in thier step. As they continued down, Heath began to think. It had been a long trail for them. Ever since the Abbot had died, they had been tossed around and run around silly. Leande got things done, but it was always on his time. He never wasted anything. Even now time was of the essence, but they didn't want to leave without saying good-bye. Slowly Heath lost contact with the real world as he remebered thier last steps to the mountain. As Leande quicly slashed through the foliage, Farra and heath haung back. Heath had noticed that the foliage that hadn't been hacked was bend. That meant that someone was tracking them. As Farra and Heath drew thier blades, a giant shadow fell upon them. They yelled, and Leande turned around. As they slashed at the shasow, Leande snuck up from behind and branded the Sword of Martin. He jabbed the sword into the shadow' back and fell back quickly. The shadow roared and Leande moved in to stab again. The shaow swiftly turned and the two brothers took thier opportunity. They both stabbed with thier swords. The shadow howled again then fell. Heath slowly approached the body. When he knew it was dead he motioned for Leadne and Farra to help him drag the body into the sun. As it got clearer and clear the threesome were shocked. it was a giant otter, resembling the otters of Skipper's holt. They stowed the body in a fallen log and continued on thíer way. Suddenly, Haeth was shot back to reality as his brother hit him. They had made it to the door. As Farra knocked, Heath sighed. He still couldn't belive the events that had been. OK, one thing. No one else knows about the otters ok? Good! Tschus!

[color=DarkSlateGrey][size=1]This it people. Show time. The thread is up, although I'm gonna leave signups open until Monday, for any late commers. lol Have fun.[/color][/size]

Okies, people here we go! Hopefully, this won't flop.. Here's a recap for anyone who is planning on reading this. [size=1][I]From the Records of Sister Elmst, Recorder of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower County[/I][/size] [color=silver][size=1]This season has been hard. So many things around the Abbey have been going wrong. All of our strawberries and pears have died due to the extreme heat. Many Dibbuns have been diagnosed with heat stroke, and one or two lay on their deathbed. It has been frantic for Sister Franc, from the Dibbuns, to the heat stroked workers, to the sun poisoned forest dwellers; she has had her hands full. We have sent in as many workers as we could afford, but it doesn?t seem to be enough. The sick ward has overfilled long ago. We now must place our sick in the dormitories and in the large platform beneath the Matthias and Methuselah bells. It takes all the hands in the Abbey just to get water and food to the sick. Even now, I should be helping, but I must document all this so that others may know what befell our Abbey in the Summer of Disappearing Fruit. Another depressing event in our Abbey concerns our Champion and Abbot. Just last season old Abbot Jericho passed away, leaving Abbot Kende in his place. Kende is a very well trained Abbot, but he too has been hit with sickness. Unlike the others, he has very different symptoms. His fur has started to fall out, and his tongue has turned a dark purple. His tail has shriveled considerably, and his pupils are very small. We fear the worst, and only time will tell. Our last Champion Nedles fell in battle two seasons ago, and he left the Sword of Martin, and is legacy on the shoulders of Leande. Leande is very young, and unlike most of the others, he is reserved and only talks when spoken. I personally believe that someone older should be the Champion, but Kende says that Martin has told him that Leande is the one. Leande just three days ago left with Farra and Heth, the twin hares, to go to the badger mountain Salamandastron to ask for aid. I fear for their safety, and I also fear for Lady Bowsnap if she refuses. Leande has been very distant and angry these past days, and I think that Farra and Heth are the only ones that Leande won?t kill on sight. They have had the same aura as Leande, although they chose to keep it to themselves. It seems like the only glimpse of hope we have is that of our friend Gruth. He is a young owl hat found himself a home here. He came about three seasons ago after stoats killed his parents. He could barely fly, and it took Sister Franc about two days before he would eat again. He now has grown into a great asset to our Abbey and has pledged his services to us. He has announced that today he will fly of in search of our various friends: the moles, otters, and Guosim shrews. I have bid him a good flight, and now I sit here telling all you. In all it seems like a dark shadow has fallen over our abbey. I bid you warning good travelers. Stay clear of Redwall, lest you be cast into the darkness that now seems to cloud all our thoughts and actions. I fear for your safety and your sanity.[/color] OK, since no one signed up as them, the following will be in part be Rp'ed by me. Moles Sister Franc Abbot Kende Gurth Farra and Heath If anyone wants, the Moles and Sister Franc are open. That's all, so here we go! [Color=DarkBlue] Leande hacked through though foliage as he stormed through the wood. He and the twins had been walking for three days, not stopping for more than a quick bite to eat and drink. None of three of them had really spoken since they left. They all had one thing on their minds. The badger. She may or may not be the one thing the Abbey needs. As Leande stops hacking for a second, he begins to think of the times before the Summer of Disappearing Fruit. He and the twins had been happy and carefree. They would have sparring matches with sticks, more for show than anything. They all laughed and were as cheery as could be. Then, the Abbot passed away, followed by Needles. The Abbot's death hit Leande hardest, because they had been incredibly close. Leande secretly used to think of him as his father. He suddenly snapped out of the daydream as Farra and Heath tapped him. "Leande, we're almost there, so let's keep going." Heath said, no emotion in his voice. "Ugh," Leande said in return as he stood up. He had never forgotten what happened the day he died. The sun was shining, and it seemed like every bird in Mossflower was singing. Leande had been planning a surprise breakfast for the Abbot, on account of his birthday. As Leande carried his homemade platter up to his room, he stopped. He had forgotten the mint tea. He quickly waddled down the stairs and grabbed the jug he had left by the oven. He then continued again up the stairs, knocking on the door. "Jericho, surprise!" he said as he walked in. He suddenly stopped. There sitting on the bed was not the Abbot. The Abbot wouldn't be lying on the floor, a small pool of blood by his mouth. No, not him. Suddenly the entire platter he was holding dropped, sending glass to every corner of the room. The food splattered all over the Abbot, and Leande suddenly realized the truth. He cried out in a half laugh, half cry. He started yelling at the top of his lungs, hoping everyone knew. "Oh Discordia! Jericho is dead. Hile, the clearing at the end of the path for him! Hile, the last gunslinger has died!" he moaned as he sat next to the body. He later would hear what he said and dismiss it, calling it ramble. The sight of his body on floor had hardened his heart somewhat. He never had gotten close to anyone else since his death. Although, he kept his few friends close, no one had gotten close to him since the Abbot's death. As they continued through the forest, the peak of the mountain came into view. Any other time, this would have brought joy to his heart, knowing that he had finally made it, but not this time. He was dreading the coming battle he was to fight.[/color] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [color=DarkSlateGrey]Abbot Kende sat in his bed sipping the water brought to him by Sister Franc. He had been in bed for about a week now, and he was getting sick of it. There were good beast dying out there, and he wanted to help. He could have cared less about his own well being, because the Abbey always came first. As he continually sipped, he began to think about the past three days. The festivities began with Leande, Farra, and Heath setting out for Salamandastron. Everyone wished to bade them good luck and farewell, but they slipped away in the early morning hours. That alone signaled that not all was well. The second, after about half the Abbey fell ill, the water supply ran dry. They were now drinking water from the river in the woods. The good sisters Franc and Sistine went daily there to fetch water. They sometimes made about ten trips. He feared for them, because once they have fallen the Abbey is lost. The Abbey's last hope just departed yesterday, Gurth. He had flown in a southerly direction, hoping to cut the otters off at the main stream. From there he would fly northward to the moles mounds. From there east to the Guosim. Hopefully his flight would be successful. Kende took another sip. This was going to take time they didn't have.[/color] Now, if you?re in the Abbey, you most likely still healthy, so I will monitor your posts. If you over work yourself you get sick. Otters, just be mulling around, shrews same. Hares, you?re currently pent up waiting for a report from a scout sent about a week ago. Now, if there are any questions please, please, please PM me. Thanks.[/size]

[color=DarkBlue]Ooh, wow. These are looking very good. Hopefully I will get a signup for Salamandastron, Moles and the Guosim. If not I can take over that. So far we have: 3 Abbey signups Crucifix Rhian Muse 1 Otters Signup Luibei013 Depending on the number of signups, I am thinking that everyone is in. I will allow one more Abbey, and one more otter, before the cutting will be made. Note: The bad guys will be exposed soon, but I want it to be a surprize. :)[/color] EDIT: Since that was squared away.... I am currently waiting for two signups, and I will start this up probably by Saturday. The Underground thread, I hope will be up by Friday. -_- Cheers all.

[color=DarkBlue][size=1]Hade heard Jaht words and let them float over him for a second. "Are you with Hawkmon and I or not?" It was kind of funny actually. 4-2. The Chosen were actually banding together. Hade snickered at that. Everyone still present looked at him. "Hey, Look I'm still deciding." Hade said throwing his hands up. "Could you make it fast? We need to leave." Jaht said looking straight at Hade. "We're out." Hade said turning around. "You people mean about the same as school does." Hade nudged Rock and they headed off. Hade slowly walked in the opposite direction of Goldramon's lair. He was not going to just blindly follow the people he left. As they got deeper into the forest Hade tried to talk to Rock. "Look, Rock, you knew that was comming and I did too. I can't hang around with them. Angel might be the only person I'll talk to, but she won't talk to me so it's just you and me." Hade said starting to smile. "Just like every other fucking day." "Same Shit Different Day" Rock said. "Have you been getting into my books again Rock?" Hade asked starting to chuckle. "So what if I have? It's not like you can stop me!" Rock said definatly. "Whatever you walking rockpile." Hade said starting to pickup the pace. It seemed like this was the way to go. Unluckily for him, he was following the stream in the direction of Goldramon' base. Suddenly Hade passed the clearing that he just left from. "Shit Rock we just went in a complete circle!" Hade whispered crouching behind a tree. "What did I tell you?" Rock said "Godamn those..." Hade muttered "What was that?" Rock asked cupping a hand to his ear. "Can it. I guess we're moving to Goldramon's base." Hade said heading towards the stream.[/size][/color]

[size=1][I]From the Records of Sister Elmst, Recorder of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower County[/I][/size] [color=silver][size=1]This season has been hard. So many things around the Abbey have been going wrong. All of our strawberries and pears have died due to the extreme heat. Many Dibbuns have been diagnosed with heat stroke, and one or two lay on their deathbed. It has been frantic for Sister Franc, from the Dibbuns, to the heat stroked workers, to the sun poisoned forest dwellers; she has had her hands full. We have sent in as many workers as we could afford, but it doesn?t seem to be enough. The sick ward has overfilled long ago. We now must place our sick in the dormitories and in the large platform beneath the Matthias and Methuselah bells. It takes all the hands in the Abbey just to get water and food to the sick. Even now, I should be helping, but I must document all this so that others may know what befell our Abbey in the Summer of Disappearing Fruit. Another depressing event in our Abbey concerns our Champion and Abbot. Just last season old Abbot Jericho passed away, leaving Abbot Kende in his place. Kende is a very well trained Abbot, but he too has been hit with sickness. Unlike the others, he has very different symptoms. His fur has started to fall out, and his tongue has turned a dark purple. His tail has shriveled considerably, and his pupils are very small. We fear the worst, and only time will tell. Our last Champion Nedles fell in battle two seasons ago, and he left the Sword of Martin, and is legacy on the shoulders of Leande. Leande is very young, and unlike most of the others, he is reserved and only talks when spoken. I personally believe that someone older should be the Champion, but Kende says that Martin has told him that Leande is the one. Leande just three days ago left with Farra and Heth, the twin hares, to go to the badger mountain Salamandastron to ask for aid. I fear for their safety, and I also fear for Lady Bowsnap if she refuses. Leande has been very distant and angry these past days, and I think that Farra and Heth are the only ones that Leande won?t kill on sight. They have had the same aura as Leande, although they chose to keep it to themselves. It seems like the only glimpse of hope we have is that of our friend Gruth. He is a young owl hat found himself a home here. He came about three seasons ago after stoats killed his parents. He could barely fly, and it took Sister Franc about two days before he would eat again. He now has grown into a great asset to our Abbey and has pledged his services to us. He has announced that today he will fly of in search of our various friends: the moles, otters, and Guosim shrews. I have bid him a good flight, and now I sit here telling all you. In all it seems like a dark shadow has fallen over our abbey. I bid you warning good travelers. Stay clear of Redwall, lest you be cast into the darkness that now seems to cloud all our thoughts and actions. I fear for your safety and your sanity.[/color] [color=DarkBlue][B]Signups![/B] Obviously, this isn?t a really happy and prosperous time for the Redwall Abbey. I hope that beyond that, everyone will have fun. I will not be picky with the signups, so signup! One thing, I will accept about two signups for each group out of the Abbey. (Otter, Mole, Guosim and Salamandastron) If there are already two signups for the spot you want, challenge them. I will pick the best signups. The only drawback is that you cannot signup as Leande, I have him. Name: Age: (-_- About 6-7 seasons you leave Dibbunhood, and about 14-15 you become a full fledged adult.) Species: (Please nothing exotic.) Appearance: (Just what sets your character out from the rest.) Bio: (Their lives up to this point.) If I get anyone here, I will post my signup. Please don?t hesitate to send a PM my way about stuff; my PM box is empty so I can take a lot. :)[/size][/color]

[Color=DrakBlue][size=1]Wow James. I personally think that this is great idea. Keeping up with RPGs can be tedious, but you seem to stay on top of that kind of stuff. I'm really impressed. Sometimes, a great way to kill time is to read through old RPGs and use them for inspiration. I used that idea to come up with my next RPG, that I haven't posted yet. Now for some filler stuff. I personally feel like I shouldn't post in the Kill Adam underground thread. I mean I realize that is what it is there for, but it seems like trodding on holy ground with shoes on. That's your RPG, and it's like you shouldn't go and muck it up with your pointless opinions and questions. I guess that's probably not good thinking, but I think that if some people didn't have these kind of ideas, some threads would become spam fests. Here it feels like it's ok to post opinions so I will. Kill Adam is something like a small obsession of mine. I love just sitting there reading the perfectly crafted story and seeing the action happen. The way the writers of Kill Adam write is kind of like a trance for me. I could sit there and just read the thread all day. (Oh, that sounded really fanboy like. lol) OK finally two questions. 1. Would you like me to go through and do that Starring thing for you? 2. Are you still planning on doing that "DVD Extras" thing with Kill Adam? OK, I think that is all. lol.[/size][/color]

[color=DarkBlue][size=1]Hade just stood back and watched the action. He had no desire to help anyone becuase he found the vilence pointless. He couldn't believe that anyone should have to die becuase of what they want to do. Also, just because some big powerful figure might be found, why should he care? It seemed like politics over here in the Digital World worked alot like the ones in the Real World. "Hade, why can't I fight?" Rock asked looking antsy. "This isn't our fight." Hade said casually. "Why not?" ROck asked looking puzzled. "Becuase, I don't want to help protect some loser who can't look out for themselves." Hade said turning away from the battle. "Look, Hade, this is what we were brought here to do." Rock said. "Rock, look if you want to go, join them in the circle o' joy, but don't expect me to help." Hade said getting flustered. "Wow, you've really changed." Rock said moving towards the circle. "Rock." Hade said walking over to him. "I just don't want to play bodyguard to Magnadramon, that's all." Hade said his eyes pleading with Rock. "Yeah, I understand, but not everything revolves around you." Rock said. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Hade asked feeling pressure rise throughout his body. "You can't always go with what you want Hade. There will always be a higher power." Rock said moving closer to the circle. "Rock, look, I can't stand just being someone's pawn. You should know that better than anyone." Hade said stoppping. "Hade..." Rock said also stopping. "God, your right. Magnadramon is just using us." "See. Now you can see the resentment." Hade said continuing towards the circle. "I'll give it to these people to hang around for one more talk from Magnadramon, then we're outta here." Hade said stopping behind someone. "Fine by me." Rock said stopping next to Hade. Rock moved in between a couple of humans to get a better show. "Go Hawkmon!" he cheered. "Rock, you never learn, do you?" Hade said rubbing at his temples.[/size][/color]

[color=DarkBlue][size=1]Hade felt a little bad for Brice. It really wasn't his fault that he had no skils or talent when it came to girls. Hade glanced again at the table. He didn't know whether to trust this Magnadramon yet. I mean yeah, she was all powerful and popular, but how much did he actually know about her? For all he knew, they could end up being her personal body guards or something. Hade looked for Rock, but he was over at the table, thwacking Gammamon off the pears. He grabbed one then pulled his hand back as she shot a horrible look at him. Hade couldn't tell what she said, but it didn't look nice. Hade laughed slightly to himself, and he risked a glance at Angel. Things hadn't gotten off on the right foot with her. He got up from his spot, and walked over to her. "Look Angel. I know things didn't go over well at first, but I just want you to know that I want to be friends." Hade said stretching his hand out in friendship. Angel said nothing. She did not move her head to aknowledge him. "Whatever. I just thought you might want to know." Hade said walking back to the place he was before. When he stopped, he noticed that Gammamon had waddled off towards Magnadramon. "That's no good." Hade said outloud to no one in particular. "What?" Rock asked. "Gammamon moving in on Magnadramon without anyone to keep Magndramon from killing her." Hade said shaking his head. It seemed that nothing would get through that thick head of her's. He shot his gaze around the entire room, checking on the others. Jaht sat at the table staring. Storm stood on the wall, Angel hadn't moved, Brice sat looking pissed, Ari sat with Akira chatting, and Mika sat with her digimon. It seemed like the Chosen were just a bunch of mismatched kids. It seemed like there would be very little cooperation from anyone. Hade laughed. This was the most hopeless task he had ever seen.[/size][/color]

[color=DarkBlue][size=1]Midnight had walked no farther than the front steps of the Library, before he was confronted by Tori. "What the Hell happened Midnight. Don't shit me with lies, I want to know the God Damn truth." she said, a look of pure disgust on her face. "Ok fine, but not here. Too many people." Midnight said leading Tori towards the dorms. "Midnight you really fucked the dog on this one." Tori said allowing herself to be lead back to their room. When they got to their room, Midnight sat down on his bed and Tori in the chair. "OK, look here's how the asshole died. I was walking to class, and it seemed like the whole fucking school was deserted. I saw a sign with a red arrow pointing to the hall that my class was on, so I followed it and the others like it, straight to the class. There, he was waiting for me. He tried to imitate me, and I knocked him over. I let off his windpipe, and he rolled over, showing me the knife sticking out of his back. I backed off, then made a run for the door, and from there you know what know the rest." Midnight said, taking a slow breath. "What the fuck? Midnight, there no fucking way.." Tori started as she suddenly burst into tears. Midnight got up off the bed and pulled Tori close to him. "Oh Midnight." she sobbed as he sat on the arm of the chair. I didn't mean for him to die!" she wailed. "I only wanted you to show him who was who!" Midnight just sat there holding Tori in his arms. He slowly rocked her back and forth. She slowly calmed down. As Midnight started to nod off, she gave him a little nibble on his lip. His head shot up and he looked at Tori. Her head moved towards Midnight's and his head moved towards her's. Their lips touched other's, as an unknown passion flew from them. Midnight suddenly grabbed Tori in his arms and he kissed her harder. She kissed harder, too and they suddenly fell backwards onto Midnight's bed. Clothes were strewn everywhere and Midnight stopped only for a second to close the door. After that, the lights went out.[/size][/color]

Hey all you great computer artists you! How ya doing? Now that the pleastentries are out of the way :rolleyes: Could someone make a banner and advatar out of the attached picture? Sorry I couldn't put it the post, but my computer's being honory. I just want it to say Go Brum Go! on the banner, and the advatar can just be the picture. Thanks a bunch! JJRiddler

OOC: ^^' Sorry Neuvoxetere. I screwed the pooch there. Heh. [color=DarkBlue][size=1]Hade walked on the right, his hands in his pockets. Rock walked next to him, his face showing Hade's attitude. "Rock." Hade said, toning down his voice. "What?" Rock said stopping and turning around. "I don't like these guys." Hade said. "It really doesn't matter." Rock said starting to walk again. "How so?" Hade said, trying to keep up with the digimon's heightened pace. "This is Magnadramon. End of Story." Rock said. Hade looked at him and gave up. Hade continued walking, and quite suddenly he shook his head, and started to whistle. Suddenly Brice, Angel, and Gammamon shot thier heads around at him. Hade stopped, his lips stil in a pucker. "Hey, Rock. I think I pissed them off." Hade said, thinking. "Wow, Hade, did the initial teleport scramble your brain?" Rock asked grinning. "Oh shut up you pile of rocks." Hade said, grinning from one ear to the other. Hade's face turned to a frown as he scrunched up his face. "Hey, Hade what's up?" Rock asked stopping again. "Oh nothing. It's just my parents. Now, I really miss them. I mean when they were all over my case, I couldn't stand them. Its like suddenly I miss 'em." Hade said, sniffiling. "Oh stop you big baby. They have the police out looking for you already, I bet. Even better, your house has become the police headquarters. The cheif is running on your mom's treadmill, with your mom and her look keeping him going." Rock said, trying to immitate his mother. Hade could only laugh out loud, earning him another look from Brice and Gammamon. Hade stared at the back of Angel's head. He tried to imagine what was going through her head. He couldn't figure it out. He then turned to Brice, and could almost hear what he thought was saying. "Oh man, Angel is hot." Hade laughed at that thought, and he looked at Jaht. Another blocked mind. Ari, Storm, and Arika were the same. Hade thought about that and realized why. Brice was the typical guy, so it really wasn't hard to figure him out. "Hey Rock, can you tell me about Magnadramon?" Hade asked "How about we wait and let her?" Rock said. "Fine" Hade muttered under his breath. He was getting sick of walking, and he was sick of all this silence. The only problem he had was trying to think up something to say.[/size][/color]

OOC: Neuvoxetere, if you weren't talking about me, then I'll change my post. ;) [color=DarkBlue][size=1]Hade had been walking around aimlessly enough. Rock had known pretty much where he was going, and Hade had nothing better to do. At one point, grabbing Rock's hand, he stopped and looked at what he had on. His shirt had a rough sketch of a rabbit and was white. His pants were cargo, and green. HE grabbed at his face and saw that he had glasses, not contacts. He stuck his lower lip and gnaws at it for a second. "Rock, what kind of shirt was I wearing when we left?" Hade asked, still nibbling at his lip. Rock shot him a stupidity look and said "Two questions. Why and Why does it matter?" "Well, I think I changed clothes." Hade replied trying to keep a civil tongue. "Aww, I'm sorry." Rock said smiling. "No big." Hade said pausing. "Did you hear something?" "Nope, let's keep going before the voices leave!" Rock said tugging at Hade's arm. "Hold on." Hade said taking a step to the left. Suddenly there was a bright flash, and the next thing Hade knew, he was on the floor with a girl on top of him. Hade wasn't usually shy around girls, but for some reason his voice had a stutter. "Well, you, you certainly know how to make an entrance." Hade said turning red. "And what's it to you exactly?" she asked dusting off her pants. "Well, it seems like you and I are the only humans here right now." Hade replied adding a curt tone to the remark. "Well, not like it matters, but I'm Angel and this is Labramon." she said tossing her hair behind her shoulder. "Well I'm Hade and this is Rock." Hade said standing up. "Yeah, Whatever." Angel said turning towards the path. "You know where you?re going?" Hade asked cleaning his glasses on his shirt. "No, but I don't suppose you do." Angel said turning her gaze to Hade. "True, but I guess a lost group is a bit better than a lost individual." Hade said, checking himself for dust. "Fine, but don't expect this to make us friends." Angel said heading towards the patch of forest. "Well, for starters, Rock heard voices from the other direction, so I figure that's our best route." Hade said starting on his way. "I hope Rock knows where he's going." Angel said curtly. Hade closed his mouth instead of saying something back. He figured some company as better than none.[/size][/color]

[color=DarkBlue][size=1]Hade Les sat in the park. He had has tracing pad and a pencil, and currently he was furiously drawing. If someone had been watching him from the time he had sat down, to the time that he had hunched over, they would have seen a blank paper suddenly filled with little black lines. His one hobby, drawing, had been like second nature to him. Even at the earliest age, his first initial reaction to a crayon was to scribble. His scribbles quickly became shapes, and shapes became pictures. The funny part was, that his parents hated it. His parents were so focused on him being a lawyer like them; they didn't let him decide for himself. He hated it. It was like his say on things didn't matter. Luckily for him, they were lawyers, so they worked long hours. That gave him ample opportunities to practice and hone his skills. He really enjoyed just sitting in the park and sketching kids at play. He also liked to sketch people walking. Most of the time his focus was on kids because they are such interesting models. They are so diverse and that called for many different hand strokes. Sometimes Hade just loved to sit and practice different hand strokes. Sketching was one of the few things that kept Hade from blowing up at his parents. Although they only saw the happy outspoken Hade, Hade did have a second nature. His emotions flew around him like bats, seeming so visible at some points. The only other thing that kept him sane was Gotumon, or Rock for short. Rock was also a great model, sometimes coming up with really weird posses. Rock had a great sense of humor, and he loved to talk. Hade and Rock would stay up late just randomly chit-chatting about stuff. Hade was probably the most open with Rock, telling him everything that went on. Rock would always listen, making an off comment here and there. Hade also kept his darker side hidden from Rock, because he figured Rock would just leave, like everyone else. Some nights, Hade would go out looking for trouble. He had been in many fights, winning about half of them. Every time he came back with bruises and black eyes. Rock never questioned, although he did give weird looks the next morning. Hade put the finishing touches on his latest sketch and closed the pad. He slowly breathed in, savoring the fresh air. He quickly grabbed up his stuff and headed for home. His parents would be home, and expecting him to be studying. He slightly laughed at that thought. It seemed like he hadn?t studied for ages, but he still passed all classes with flying colors. It was actually kind of funny. Hade started jogging, as he got closer to the house. FI they were home, they would think he went out for a run instead of a draw. As he came up to the house, he noticed a strange note on the door. He grabbed it and pushed the door open. As he walked to the table to sit and read the note, Rock came in. ?HEY! HADE! The computer is trying to talk to me.? He said throwing a lopsided grin at him. ?Yeah, sure, and Santa Claus just came down the chimney.? He said rolling his eyes. ?No seriously. It?s been beeping all morning.? He said grabbing Hade?s hand. ?All right I?ll check it out.? Hade said dropping the note on the table. The pair walked back to Hade?s room where they were indeed a flashing light and beeping noise. Hade moved the mouse and clicked on the E-Mail link. HE typed in his email and waited for the page. As he scrolled through his email, he noticed one form someone he had never heard of. The name was three letters NYH. Those didn?t ring any bells, so Hade did a virus scan on the email. [I]No Viruses Detected[/I] the mechanical voice said. Hade let out a breath of air and clicked on the mail. Hade?s jaw dropped as he read the email. [I][B] You have been chosen. Your help is needed. The light will guide you to me. You must come now. I do not know how much time I have left.[/I][/B] Hade looked at Rock but he had no answers. Suddenly, Hade?s sock drawer started beeping and shaking. ?My digivice.? Hade said getting up and grabbing it. He then sat back down at the computer. A bright light emitted from the screen, and then all Hade saw was black. ?HADE! WAKE UP!? A voice shouted. ?Ugh, what mom?? Hade asked still groggy. ?I?M HOME HADE! WE?RE IN THE DIGITAL WORLD!? Rock yelled as he ran in circles. ?This isn?t like you Rock.? Hade said sitting up. ?I?m so excited to be home, I don?t care.? Rock said stopping. ?So you think I?m the only one?? Hade asked standing up. ?Not at all.? Rock said pulling him to the right. ?I think I heard voices this way.? ?Alright, but you better know where were going.? Hade said, allowing Rock to pull him along.[/color][/size]

[color=DarkBlue][size=1]Midnight jolted up from his cramped space, rewarding himslef to a good solid hit on the head. "That really hurt" he muttered to himslef as he tried to move to the exit. He cleared the rubbish he set in front the night before, and he now was greeted with sunshine and a cloudless day. He yawned and stretched. "Better head for the library and check to see." he thoughted as he grabbed his stuff. He made a straight course for the library hoping not to run into Tori. When he arrived he sat down at the computer and hit the Internet link. He typed in the Station Square Times' web address and waited for it to load. When the page had finsihed the main story shocked Midnight. [I]"HedgeTech scientist killed, suspect in custody."[/I] Midnight could care less, and went on to search the rest of the paper. After about a five minute search he struck gold. [I]Local college student Thomas Brightman slayed in classroom, no suspects have been released.[/I] "So that means they don't know who did it yet." Midnight thought as he logged off. "I can live my life normally until I figure this out." He threw his hands up in the air and did a small victory dance as he walked out of the library.[/size][/color]

Wow, haven't seen one of these in a while. Haven't done one either. [color=darkblue][size=1]Name: Hade Les Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: [URL=http://www.animeinfo.org/featured/ranma/ranmapeople/tofu4.jpg]This guy![/URL] Personallity: Hade is a real outspoken guy. He'll speak his mind and doesn't care what other people think. He usually keeps a low profile, but not always. He is real mellow around new people, and it doesn't take him long to warm up to anybody. Digimon: Gotsumon Digivolution chain: Gotsumon-Monochromon-Triceramon-SaberLeomon[/color][/size] If there's a problem with the digivoltuion PM me.

[color=DarkBlue][size=1]Midnight had no clue what to do. One minute the guy was a cokcy ass, the next he was dead. Midnight figured that someone hadplaced the knife and set him up. Until proven otherwise, Midngiht was innocent, but if things didn't go the way he planned, he end up in jail for the rest of his life. Midnight ran back to his dorm room, and tried to get to the phone. His friend Tori was on the phone and she was very teary. "oh my god. Midnight, did you... kill em?" Tori asked her voice dropping. "Nope. Not me. But without your help I won't be around much longer." Midnight said reaching for the phone. Tori reluctantly hung up and handed the phone to Midnight. He grabbed it and dialed a number that he had once seen on a ad board. "[i]The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please hang up and try again."[/i] "Damnit, Tori do you have a phone book?" Midnight asked looking in Tori's direction. Tori had left, leaving the door open. Midnight lept up and ran out the door, grabbing only his backpack and some food. Midnight ran out of the building and towards the park. If the authorities were looking for him, they wouldn't find him becuase the park had a small copartment for him to fit in. He slid in and stopped breathing hard. He slowly unzipped his bag and pulled out a cell phone. He dialed a different number he had seen. A gruff voice answered: "If you called this number, you know what to do." "Look, I need information on the murder of Thomas Brightman. Call me back at 890-6757." Midnight said trying to conceal his voice. He then hung up and layed his head down. The only thing he could do now is wait.[/color][/size]