The Vampire: Ed

Apocalypse choked Dria lightly as he held her against the cold brick wall in the alley, his face plastered with an evil grin that would probably send a shiver through Hannibal Lectors' spine. Apocalypse could have snapped her neck right there, but there was something not quite right at the moment. Obviously, Apocalypse wasn't supposed to kill Dria, so he knew he would, in a sense, betray Genocide by doing so. He wanted Apocalypse to follow Dria and hopefully lead them to Mr.H once again. But Apocalypse began to look over Dria's face, he had suddenly been reminded of his daughter whom was only ten years old when she was murdered. His smile faded into a blank stare, his grip loosened on Dria's throat. Apocalypse felt confused, because he thought he was past caring, but Dria's youth, and face left him wondering what his own daughter would be like if she were alive today. He dropped Dria leaving her hunched over and gasping for air as he simply turned to walk away feeling for the first time, in only God knows how long, he felt sorrow, rather than his seemingly permeant hatred toward everything, and anything living. There was a thought in the back of his mind, what if Dria were to simply blow his brains out while he was walking away? Apocalypse quickly shoved the thought out of him mind realizing he didn't give a s**t whether he lost his life or not. "The gun was not necessary. I-" Apocalypse began to say, with an obvious saddened tone. "I was sent, by Genocide, to make sure you weren't-hassled by anyone. He also wanted me to tell you this; there is an extra bonus in it for you if you kill-or lead me to Mr.H." Apocalypse made a new offer that Genocide never did, but the offer was not really being made with Genocide's money. It was Apocalypse using Genocide as an excuse to get to Mr.H, he was being honest when he said there would be a "bonus," because he was ready to hand her an envelope filled with cash, the same envelope Apocalypse received for smashing an informant's, a rat's, skull in with a brick. Dria slowly stood up unsure of what to do or say, she just stared at the huge imposing figure of Apocalypse with his back turned to her. Dria could sense by the sound of Apocalypse's voice, that it was in fact his offer, not Genocide's bonus. "I can tell it's you that's making the offer, not Genocide. Why? Why do you want to get at Mr.H so badly?" Dria questioned Apocalypse. "T-ten thousand, Dria, if you just lead me to Mr.H. Then you can tell Genocide you did all the work, after I kill him, and get your bounty." Apocalypse said ignoring her question. "You won't have to get your hands dirty, you don't have to do s**t. You just do whatever you did to find him before, then inform me of his whereabouts; then just leave the rest up to me." Apocalypse just glanced back at Dria with a fire in his eyes, he wanted to kill H so badly he was ready to go over Genocide's head with his own offer to Dria to get his hands on him. Apocalypse began to walk down the street unsure of what Dria's decision would be, whether she would accept his proposal or not, but he just didn't want her to she him in his currently distressed mood.

As the party began to break up, Apocalypse sat in the chair in the far corner drinking down glasses of wine, beer, and vodka. He was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, so he decided it would be best to leave. Apocalypse stood up, and left to head home, no one had ever been there before nor did he ever let anyone come in. After arriving at his home Apocalypse tossed his coat onto a chair, and walked through his pitch black home seemingly aware of where everything was even in the darkness. He collapsed on a bed in a room, and pulled the covers over himself then fell into a deep sleep after a long tiresome night. His body rests in slumber, however his mind does not. In his dream Apocalypse seemed to fall forever, and time seemed to slow down. Finally, in what felt like hours, Apocalypse hit the ground and everything went dark. Apocalypse laid in darkness for seconds, hours maybe even days. He had no idea of what was happening. Then he heard something. "Yo, let's jack this motherf****r!" Apocalypse heard a voice call out. "We gonna get us some money." A car's tires squeal as gun shots are heard. A woman, and child are heard screaming as the car crashes into something. Apocalypse could only hear screams of "Mommy, Daddy !", and "Robert !! Robert !!!" With this Apocalypse quickly sat up in his bed. Obviously, it was all a dream, but he was sweating like a roast pig. Apocalypse huffed for a couple seconds rattled by his dream, then moved over sitting on the edge of his bed. The room was dark, nothing was visible. Apocalypse sat in the darkness talking to himself. "Argh-ugh! Well-Wasn't that *********g enlightening? What was that all about?" Apocalypse said to himself pondering his dream. Apocalypse reached over to click on his lamp sending a cascade of light throughout the room, then he tossed his covers to the side, which were decorated with daisies. The room showed off that Apocalypse was even more twisted than imagined. The walls were covered in pink wall paper with white bunnies decorating it as well. Several stuffed animals lay torn apart in the corner of the room, as well as dozens of pictures of a woman with a little girl. Apocalypse thought about his dream for a second then felt the scar on his face as if he was remembering something long shut away in his mind. Apocalypse got off the bed and walking to the bathroom connected with the room, and hanging down from the center of the door frame was a stuffed rabbit with a noose around it's neck. Apocalypse walked past it and up to the bathroom sink running some cold water to throw on his face. Apocalypse did so, and this time he looked closer at his scar. Suddenly his mind triggered a memory. "Grab that sumbitch and drag him out of there! We don't want his wallet burning." A thug yelled to two other men by his side. Apocalypse could see a man being drug out of a car crashed into a street light, three street thugs stood over the man mouthing off at him "You should know better than come down here *****. Get this *******'s money." The thug said once again ordering the other two men around. "Right." They replied simultaneously. They reached into the man's pocket, and pulled out a wallet containing only around two hundred dollars. Inside the car the woman awoke screaming "Robert !! Robert !!!", then from the back seat came a little girls voice "Mommy, daddy." The thugs were very angry at the little amount of money he had on him, and began kicking the hell of this poor guy, who was apparently named Robert. Then the one thug pulled out his knife, and started to cut into Robert's face. From above his right eye, to just below it. Sirens were heard echoing through out the entire city, and the street thugs scattered before the police arrived. "Yo let's get the f**k out of here! We did what Mr.H wanted, time to get paid." The thug ordered as he pull a lighter from his pocket and tossed it toward the car, then ran down a side street followed by the other two. Once gone the screaming from inside the car got louder, and Robert looked over seeing flames coming from under the car where the lighter landed, it must have lit some gasoline on fire. Even with little strength left this man, Robert, tried pulling himself to the car to help his wife, and child. He looked in his wife's eyes seeing the fear, and in that second the car exploded killing his wife, and daughter inside. Robert ducked his head, and had it covered against the ground. Blood was pouring from his face where he was cut, and began reaching towards the car screaming the names of his wife, and daughter. But their names were a blur, and could not be heard. Robert dropped his head on the ground, and laid there with his eyes wide open as if he died right there. It began to rain, and the water was slowly putting out the fire as well as washing the blood down the street. He laid still in the same spot for a little longer until he felt someone touch his back, and asking him if he was all right. Robert did not answer, but instead sprung up as if he was possessed by the devil himself, throwing himself on top of this worried civilian. From their he began smashing this bystander's face in with his fists, then grabbed a brick laying in the street and continued smashing his face with the brick. Robert was covered in blood from both himself, and the man he had just attacked. Slowly he stood up after almost killing this man, and approached the burning wreckage. As the fire danced, and flickered he could see the burning remains of his beloved wife, and child. Right then and there he snapped, and began roaring like an animal. The siren began getting louder as the police got closer. Robert looked at the man he had just beaten to the brink of death, and knew for sure he'd be placed in prison for such a crime. Robert looked at the wreckage again before staggering off down an alley. Thoughts ran through his mind asking the same question over and over again "What just happened ?", and the only answer his mind could come up with was "Death." He truly had died inside that day, and was going to be scared for life, both physically, and mentally. Little did he know someone had seen his actions, but rather than turning Robert in he went after him as to recruit him for something. This person approached Robert leaning in the alley way, and could tell he was still in shock. "That rage, and power was unbelievable." The familiar voice said. "Robert-was it?" This man kneeled down next to the spaced out Robert, his face a blur to him, and began talking to him as if he still contained a shred of sanity. From the way he snapped, it was easy to see that Robert had little or no happiness before his wife, and child. He knew he could use this to his advantage. "I am sorry for what happened, but you can't just sit here and act like a zombie." The familiar voice said as he touched Robert's shoulder. "What if I told you I could help you get revenge for your families death? All you'd have to do is work for me. Would you be willing to do so?" Robert's eyes shook for a second as his mind shattered like glass, but it took him no longer than five seconds to mutter the word "Yes..." The light of the moon shifted revealing this person's face, it had been Genocide. Genocide pulled out a cell phone, called up his limo and ordered the driver to drive down the alley to pick them up. As the driver pulled up next to Robert, and Genocide. He then ordered the driver to give him a coat he had laying in the back seat. Genocide, and the driver stood Robert up and put the coat on him then placed him in the limo. As the police, and ambulance arrived the limo took off. As Apocalypse slowly began to snap out of his flash back he heard Genocide's voice speak. "Robert-huh? Well, in my business that won't do. Hmm...how about-Apocalypse? Yes, that's good. Genocide, and Apocalypse..." Apocalypse jolted and looked around seeing himself back in the bathroom, and he looked into the mirror seeing Robert. Then it dawned on him. His mind seemed to block it out not letting him remember it, he had always felt confused about why he was always so loyal to Genocide, but now it was clear. He also remembered exactly why he hated this Mr.H guy so much, he's not just the enemy of genocide, but the man whom sent his thugs, for some reason, to kill his family. He continued looking into the mirror, and remembering exactly why he is the way that he is. The only happiness he's ever had, was gone and buried forever. He realized that he wasn't just in the "business" for money. But mainly to forget his past using the pain of himself, and others. Apocalypse seen the care free, happy guy he use to be in the mirror. Suddenly something had come over him, he punch the mirror shattering it into pieces, and leaving a cobweb like break in the middle. Apocalypse's hand began to bleed, and he sneered seeing his blood pour down the drain of the sink. He washed his hand off, and walked out of the bathroom grabbing his long black trench coat given to him by Genocide. Apocalypse looked around the pink and white bunny room, which obviously belonged to his deceased daughter, then removed a picture of his wife, and daughter stuffing it into his pocket before his left the room. It was morning now, but everything every thing was dark, apparently Apocalypse had painted the entire inside of the house black and removed most of the furniture. "Time to go to work." Apocalypse said as his put his coat on, and patted the pocket that contained the picture of his wife, and daughter, then walked out of the house slamming the door shut behind himself.

Well, it's August 5th now, which means there is only ten more days until the release of Freddy vs. Jason. Apparently, the movie seems to be taken seriously judging by all the trailers, but at the same time it's also been used for some more hilarious moments. At Bally's Casino in Las Vegas July 15, 2003 they hosted a press conference and an actual boxing-styled weigh-in. Both Freddy, and Jason were weighed in, and oddly enough they even got a Tale of Tape on both of them at the official [URL=http://www.freddyvsjason.com]Fredd vs. Jason website[/URL]. Check it out. It's pretty funny that they actually did this all for the movie. Anyway, now that the release is closer, and since I first posted this I figure some of you may have changed your minds about the movie, whether it be good or bad. Please, reply with you feelings about Freddy vs. Jason thus far.

While Genocide, and the rest of his associates attended his party, Apocalypse stayed behind at Mr.H's former hideout. Apocalypse stood with his hands on his hips pacing about the baron room that once was, apparently, Mr.H's office. He was filled with anger, a fury he had felt only once before, but it seems somehow worse in this case. Apocalypse turned looking towards the wall to his right, it was covered by a huge mirror showing to him the reflection of himself, a monster. "So close." Apocalypse hissed. "So ************g close! SO ************G GOD DAMN CLOSE!!!" Apocalypse literally roared as he (on pure adrenaline) lifted Mr.H's large desk over his head on one swift motion, then hurled it at the mirror. The desk not only shattered the mirror, but put a large hole in the wall. Shards of glass, and large wooden splinters litter the floor. Apocalypse breath heavily as he bends over placing his hands on his knees, he gritted his teeth as he saw his reflection once more in the shards of glass at his feet. Apocalypse stand straight up, and stomps the glass at his feet, then grinds it into the ragged carpet. He cracked his neck with a swift turn of his head, and brushed the debris off his coat. Apocalypse left the building quickly to attend Genocide's party. All though Apocalypse was relatively antisocial, and really hated being amongst a crowd, he felt it would be best to stick by Genocide's side in case Mr.H, or his thugs were foolish enough to attempt something. About a half an hour later Apocalypse arrived at Genocide's penthouse, he paused at the door before entering, attempting to keep himself calm. Slowly Apocalypse opened the door, immediately being shoved against the wall by four guards. Apocalypse snapped and shove them all off, and began to nail each of them with stiff right hands to the bridges of their noses. Apocalypse had floor the four of them easily, then was finally brought out of his blind rage by a whistle. Looking up, Genocide stood before him laughing in amusement. "A little too edgy tonight, huh?" Genocide said as he sipped Champaign from a wine glass. "Sorry, I didn't think you were coming. I told the guards not to let anyone else in the door." Apocalypse sighs sounding slightly frustrated, he looks at the guards, then back to Genocide and just nods. Apocalypse looked about the room seeing Luyii's "sorority sister" sitting on the couch being eyed up by the other guards, and thugs. Luyii herself stood at Genocide's side, while the rest of the unoccupied fun seekers stared at Apocalypse himself. Apocalypse just sneered evilly back at the onlooker, then turn away to take a seat in the corner by himself. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, but Apocalypse felt bored out of his mind. For a while now, he could only entertain himself by viciously beating someone into a coma or even death. Apocalypse sat up on the edge of his seat witnessing hired help, a waiter, spill a drink on Genocide. Apocalypse smirked as he watch Genocide chew the moron out for spilling the drink on his expensive silk business suit. Genocide pointed the waiter towards the kitchen ordering him to retrieve a damp cloth for him to clean it off. The waiter quickly jogged into the kitchen, and Apocalypse pursued his prey, his entertainment for the night. The attendants at the party were totally oblivious to what was about to happen, and none more than the waiter himself. "Stupid son of a-" The waiter said under his breath as he ran a clean rag under the water. "A what?" Apocalypse said abruptly startling the waiter, whom in turn spun around to face Apocalypse." A what? A b****h perhaps, was what you were going to say, huh?" "W-w-w-what?! N-n-no!" The waiter stuttered. "I wasn't-um-going to say-uh..." Apocalypse didn't bother listening to the rest of the waiters poor excuses, and grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face into the kitchen counter. The waiter wobbled for a moment, then almost fell, but Apocalypse caught him by the throat with his right hand. Apocalypse leaned in looking into the waiter's eyes seeing fear, and sorrow. A normal man would have pity for this poor soul, but not Apocalypse. He is far from normal, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. Speaking of rockets-the waiter was sent flying through the kitchen's open window, his brief flight gave him a beautiful view of the city below him before he plummeted to his death from twenty plus stories up. The impact of the waiter hitting the concrete below immediately tore his body apart, his bloody limbs, and fleshy pink gore cracked the pavement in the alley below. His body became imbedded in the rough surface, and as his blood stained it. Bones cracked, cartilage, and sinewy tore. It was a horrific sight to behold indeed. Disturbingly enough, Apocalypse's murderous deed left him in an almost orgasmic trance. Hearing the screams of his free-falling victim was music to his ears, more delightful than anything Beethoven had created in his lifetime, at least in his sick and twisted mind. Apocalypse shut the kitchen window, pick up the damp rag, and rejoined the party. Apocalypse handed the rag to Genocide, and smirked slyly. "I thought I told that stupid little prick to get this for me. What the hell are you doing with it?" Genocide said as he took the rag, and scrubbed the stain of his coat. "I'm going to fire that little bastard." "No need. I all ready took care of it. I cut him loose, and sent him to catch a flight." Apocalypse said laughing slightly as he walked passed Genocide, who then stared at Apocalypse in amused manner.

Apocalypse's knack for stealth was unbelievable for a man of his size, he had managed to follow Genocide's mistress' around without alerting them of his presence. Apocalypse park around the corner of Luyii's, and her sister's residence watching the place to make sure nothing funny was going on. Later, Dria left in the car, Apocalypse followed ordering one of Genocide's thugs to watch the other girls. Apocalypse found himself watching Dria enter an apartment building, then followed her up from a distance remaining hidden away. Dria entered a room, and listened in at the door hearing the moans of their sexual acts going on inside. Apocalypse felt like breaking the door down right then, and there, but decided it would be best to inform the boss of what was going on. Apocalypse waited, until hours later Dria finally emerged and left the area. Apocalypse followed her again, this time she enter a large run down apartment building. It looked to be abandoned, but looks are always deceiving. Apocalypse sneaked in following Dria's voice as she spoke to someone, then heard another voice, a man's voice. Apocalypse listened in closely no missing a single word, and finally he heard it. "No tonight, Mr.H." Said Dria. Apocalypse gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists knowing he could simply bust the door down and give Mr.H a dose of hot lead between the eyes. But Apocalypse was much too loyal, too smart to get that reckless. Apocalypse snuck out of the building, and waited outside until Dria finally left. Dria drove off as Apocalypse watched on, then pulled his cell phone out to make the call to Genocide. "Genocide, I've got news." Apocalypse said, then continued. "Dria's disobeying your orders. I followed her to some guys place, and I believe the b***h gave it away for free." Apocalypse listen to Genocide for a moment, then continued speaking. "That's what I thought. No one give it away for free when they're working for you. I'll take care of it. I guess I'll just have to except payment in flesh." Apocalypse listen again then responded. "Now, I have some good, and bad news. She's doing business with this Mr.H. I followed her to this rat trap of an apartment building, I think it's been abandoned for a while, but I think that's where he's got his shop set up. I didn't get to see his face, but I know where the prick is now. What do you want me to do about all this?" Genocide responded, his laughter could be heard loud and clear on the other end of the line. Apocalypse seemed to get an idea, and apparently Genocide was thinking the same exact thing. "Use it to our advantage, huh? Well, perhaps I will be paying Dria's fling a visit on behalf of Mr.H. Tonight we accept payment in blood. I'll inform you when it's done." Apocalypse hung up, and returned to the door of Dria's fling, Ren. He knocked on the door, and heard Ren approaching. Just as Ren grabbed the door knob Apocalypse kicked the door open slamming it into Ren's face immediately breaking his nose. Ren fell to the floor, his nose gushing blood, he crawled to the phone and quickly picked it up attempting to dial 9-1-1. The operator came on, but only for a second before the phone went dead. Ren looked back seeing Apocalypse holding the severed cord of the phone in one hand, and his switch blade in the other hand. Ren mustered up the courage to tackle the big man, but didn't even budge him. Apocalypse tower over him laughing as he clubbed him across the back with his left arm knocking him to the floor. Ren's blood covered face smeared the titled floor as Apocalypse stepped on his head grinding it against the floor. Apocalypse bent down grabbing Ren by the hair, and pulled him up, but just as Ren got back to his feet he threw a stiff right hand hitting Apocalypse in the face. Apocalypse's head turned to the side, his teeth gritting. Ren attempted to swing again, but Apocalypse grasped his arm, and looked back at him slowly with anger burning in his eyes. Apocalypse grabbed Ren by the throat, and tossed him across the room against the wall. Ren came crashing down through a glass end table, and his body became cover with lacerations as Apocalypse grabbed him by the hair and drug him through the glass shards covering the floor. Apocalypse flipped Ren over onto his stomach, than kneeled over his lower back pulling Ren's head backward as far as it could go. Apocalypse to his switch blade into his right hand, and quickly brought around to the front of Ren's throat. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Ren screamed out. His screams turned into sounds of him choking on his own blood as the blade sunk into his flesh and left a large gash across his throat from ear to ear. Blood seeped out onto the floor as Ren's body began to convulse and shake in shock. Apocalypse ran his hand through the blood on the floor, and walk to the nearest walk marking it with a huge letter "H." Apocalypse watched as Ren's miserable carcass flopped about on the flood until it finally ceased moving at all, then Apocalypse simply took his cell phone out, and called Genocide. "It's done. No, there are no witnesses, I made sure that no one was around. I'm going to get cleaned up, then come back. See ya' later." Apocalypse said, then tucked his phone away before finally leaving.

Apocalypse slowly makes his way to Harrison standing, frozen in fear, and slightly shaking behind his little counter. The towering beast, Apocalypse, is well known for his loyalty to Genocide, not to mention his track record of successfully accomplished tasks. In fact, the one thing that Apocalypse is most known for is his brutality, his ability to make even the toughest of thugs wish their father had worn a condom to spare them a painful death at his hands. Apocalypse stood before Harrison, and slowly placed his right hand on the counter with his relatively large switch blade in hand glimmering from the store overhead lights. "Hello, Harrison." Apocalypse said with almost a reptilian like hiss in mid sentence. "OH! H-h-hello, Apocalypse. Uh-uh-I mean Mr.Apocalypse." Harrison said stuttering like an idiot. "Heh. Good, you remembered the talk we had last time I came down here. I've gone through a lot of s**t trying to protect your *** from the idiot low lives around here. Sadly, most of these nimrods don't know better, and actually think they're tough enough to go against Genocide. I kept them from taking your store over, and burning it down. At least, you could be a little more formal when addressing me." Apocalypse said with a sinister grin as his began to play with the edge of his switch blade. "Yes, I-I understand. I've always been greatful, honest!" Harrison said attempting to keep Apocalypse happy with his answers. "So-uh-what can I do for you?" "Well, rent's due, so that's first." Apocalypse said as he held his hand out waiting for payment. Harrison jumped quickly, and pulled a large brown envelope from under the counter and dropped it into Apocalypse's hand. Apocalypse took a moment to look over the contents of the envelope, and make sure everything was there. He nodded approvingly toward Harrison as he stuff the envelope inside of his coat pocket. "Now-" Apocalypse continued. "With all of the connections provided to you, have you heard anything about this-this Mr.H joker?" "No, sorry, but so far none of my connections can even catch a glimpse of the man. He's an enigma!" Harrison said quickly. Apocalypse looked at his finger now bleeding after playing with his switch blade, then slowly brought it to his lips to lick the blood off. Turning to face Harrison again Apocalypse snapped at him, and imbedded his switch blade into the counter top narrowly missing Harrison's hand. Harrison shook as he pull his hand away, but Apocalypse hand grasped him by the throat pulling face to face with himself. "An enigma?! No, don't give that schmuck the credit. He's a coward, a miserable little cretin who's afraid to show his face. He fears for his life, and he knows Genocide will not stand for ignorance to his business. I've been looking all over this Goddamned city for that little cockroach, and when I finally find him-I'll make his death the slowest, and most painful of all. He doesn't respect Genocide, and I don't pity those kind of people. I'm the one who has to kill them. Remember that." Apocalypse said as he finally released Harrison from his hold, and pulled his blade from the counter and folded before placing it back inside his pocket. Apocalypse stared at Harrison holding his own throat gasping for air, then finally turned to leave. The door swung open, and slammed shut as Apocalypse left into the darkness of the night.

The door slowly crept open, allowing light to seep in again, a large shadowy figure stands hauntingly in the middle of the door's frame. Slowly the figure steps in, and closes the door. As the light fades, the figure is revealed. It is Genocide's associate, Apocalypse. They have always been a duo of destruction, and pain. Apocalypse is covered in black, wearing a long black trench coat, fingerless gloves, with long black hair flowing down his back. The imposing image was topped off by a fairly large scar running from above his right eye, to just below it stopping at the bottom of his cheek. Genocide smiled evilly at Apocalypse as he leaned forward in his seat still holding his mistress in his lap. Apocalypse stood in front of the large oak desk, and proceeded to place an object wrapped in newspaper on it. Genocide eyed it curiously, and slowly took it into his hand to begin unwrapping it. Finally after the paper fell free, a large brick was revealed. But wait, it was cover with blood! Blood, as well as pieces of hair and small ragged bits of flesh stuck to it's rough cement texture. Genocide looked at it wide eyed for a moment, than began to snicker a bit as he looked up at his associate grinning in a sinister manner. "So is it safe to assume you were successful?" Genocide question Apocalypse as he dropped the brick into a waste basket by his side. "Well, his brains are now covering the sidewalk under his fat head. So I'd say it is pretty safe to assume; I did infact shut the rat up, just as you asked. He ain't saying s**t no more." Apocalypse said as he took a seat before Genocide. Both men laugh, as Genocide tosses an envelope full of money into Apocalypse's lap. "Well done. That should send a big message to everyone. No one, and I mean NO ONE, rats on Genocide!" Genocide leans back again as he pats his mistress on the behind amused with Apocalypse's deed.

I was asleep on my couch in the living room, and I was woke by a voice calling my name. Oddly enough I rose to my feet quickly, I don't even remember getting up. I was just standing. I walk into the next room, the dining room, listening to the voice. It gets louder, but there is no telling where it's coming from. It's echoing all through the house, it keeps calling to me. All though, I did not know where the voice was coming from I, for some reason, suspect it is coming from the bathroom. I walk into the bathroom, and find nothing. So I attempt to open my bathroom window to look through it, but when I do there is nothing. It's pitch black outside, like a huge empty void. I was confused, so I closed the window and turned to leave, but when I did the door shut in my face. I grasp at the handle, but it falls off. I just stare at the handle in my hand, and for some reason just throw it at the door and turn to wash my face of in the sink. I do so, splashing water on my face I as I look into the mirror seeing my reflection. However, it isn't water, it's blood. So I'm standing before the bathroom mirror covered in blood staring wide eyed at my image, then my mirrored image begins to smile at me. I say something to the mirror, something I couldn't make out in my dream. But apparently my mirror image found it amusing, and laughed at me. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my mirror image spoke to me. It said "Bad move." as the mirror litterally explodes in my face sending shards of glass through my flesh. I fall to the floor gasping, and feeling my neck. I laid on the floor bleeding to death, and finally when everything went dark-I woke up on my couch again, and went through that same EXACT dream about six times that night. When I woke up in the morning I just sat on the couch thinking about the dream, and wondering if it had any meaning at all.

Well, I'll be damned. I didn't know anyone else replied to this, lol. It's good to see my dear sweet Fluffy hasn't lost her touch. She may be a bit old now, but she can still frighten people like a pro. While some of you people fear her, and say she is disturbing looking. I simply see her as the most beautiful creature to grace this planet. You, as much as I, am without a doubt blessed to live upon the same planet as her. I must thank the heaven for this gift of life, for it is one of the few that I do not hate with passion, but rather love with all my little black heart. Sweet nightmares, my cAttitude brethren.

Yeah, this game is addicting, and it's one of the most fun games I have played. I've only played about two hours into the game too, so that's saying something for only the first two hours worth of game. I probably would play it a hell of a lot more, but I don't have X-Box, and I played it over my friend's house. I, obviously, went straight for the Dark Side Points. My goal? To become the evilest S.O.B. in Star Wars history, lol. This game has screwed me up mentally though. Now I am obsessed with the idea of stabbing someone in the face with a Light Saber.

I heard about this a couple months back. I was at GameFAQs and there it was, a link to GameSpot that said something like "DOA to go Hollywood?" Sadly, I checked it out because I was curious as to whom would actually be stupid enough to want to do a movie about Dead or Alive. Sure, it's a great fighting game. But what the hell type of movie could it be? The series has never made sense to me. I don't know what the story is at all. It seems that every DOA has different stories behind them, and the past DOA's have no relation to each other at all. First game, you've got some human boss in a sewer, and I really don't know what it was all about. Second game has you fighting something called a Tengu, which has wings and a huge nose. Then in the third one we've got some kinda demon samurai or whatever it is. If they can get a decent plot out of all that, I'd praise the hell out of the. If anyone can actually explain the plot of the games, please do so. Because right now I obvious don't see one. I mean at least Mortal Kombat had the storylines from each game carry over to the next. Street Fighter did too in a way, but they just made the movie totally wrong. Resident Evil, and Mortal Kombat, thus far, are the only decent video game to movie conversions to date. The rest are pretty much garbage.

They've been around for a while now. I don't follow their careers much, nor do I listen to their music. I mainly know of them because they actually were in the WWF/WWE, WCW, and currently, I believe, own their own little wrestling federation. They have actually wrestled, not to mention they still sung occasionally on the wrestling programs. Oh, and all you have to do is look around. I've seen a few people on OtakuBoards with Insane Clown Posse avatars, and/or banners. Arikel, now know as Heartless Me, I believe, is a fan of them. Perhaps, he will grace you with his presence.

I actually have been interested in this game for a while now, I've been thinking about getting it. I actually could have gotten it with my PS2 when I first got it, but I picked Eternal Ring instead. It was cheaper at the time. I did get to play it for a small amount of time, and I was getting into it when I had to turn it off. I may still get it in the future, but it seems like it's a pretty good game. Sorry, I couldn't help you though.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DeathBug [/i] [B]Venom is slated to be the villian in the third movie. (Possible actor? Vin Desiel) Carnage is nowhere in sight, however. That really doesn't bother me, though; most Spider-Man dans hate him. I'd go into why, but it's off-topic. I'll search for more pics. [/B][/QUOTE] Yes, Vin Diesel. I've heard that myself, but I heard that they first approached Dwayne Johnson (AKA WWE's The Rock). However, he turned them down for some reason, most likely a money issue though, but who knows. Not sure which one I'd prefer. Both are actually pretty lousy actors on the big screen, at least in my opinion.

I could get to like this RPG, since I have been apart of many e-feds in my time this should be no problem for me. Count me in. [b][u]RAW[/b][/u] [img]http://www.wweraw.com/superstars/kane/images/kane_ss.jpg[/img] Name: Kane Height: 7' Weight: 326 lbs. Championships: WWE Champion; Intercontinental Champion; WWE World Tag Team Champion; WCW Tag Team Champion; Hardcore Champion Set-Up Finisher: Usually, the flying clothesline from the top rope. Finisher: Chokeslam to Hell Status: Heel Class: Heavyweight Style: Powerhouse, Brawler Bio: No Superstar in history has made more of an immediate impact than Kane. On October 5, 1997, the world met Kane, as the seven-foot monster tore off the door to "Hell in the Cell" in order to get to his brother, the Undertaker. The siblings later fought in the first-ever Inferno Match! Less than one year after he arrived, Kane became the WWE Champion by defeating Stone Cold Steve Austin at the 1998 King of the Ring. Though his reign was short-lived, the seven-foot monster proved he could live up to all expectations.Since then, Kane has been a Tag Team Champion on numerous occasions. Once a man of no emotion, Kane has somewhat broken out of his shell. However, the Big Red Monster still remains a monster in the ring. [b][u]Smackdown![/b][/u] [img]http://smackdown.wwe.com/superstars/hardy_m/images/matt2.jpg[/img] Name: Matt Hardy Height: 6'2" Weight: 225 lbs. Championships: European Champion; Hardcore Champion; WWE World Tag Team Champion; WWE Cruiserweight Champion; WCW Tag Team Champion Set-Up Finisher: Side Effect or Version 1 Leg Drop Finisher: Twist of Fate Status: Heel Class: Heavyweight Style: High-Flier Bio: The Hardy Boyz forever inscribed their names in the annals of WWE history with their breath-taking performance in the Ladder Match at October 1999's No Mercy Pay-Per-View, when they defeated Edge and Christian in a ladder match. Since then, the Hardys have been a part of nearly every memorable tag team match WWE has put on, including the infamous TLC Match from SummerSlam 2000.The brothers have since gone their separate ways. Recently on RAW, Matt, jealous that Jeff got a shot at the Intercontinental Championship, turned on his brother, costing him the match. Matt completely severed ties between the two when he jumped to SmackDown! shortly after.

As Zed exited the Underdark he was blinded by the sun's harsh rays or lights, he squinted his eyes but soon was thrown to the ground after a hand grasped his shirt. Zed's face went numb as it smashed into the dry rough earth, his lips busted open coloring the ground, and his face red. Zed slowly raised his head spitting out blood, as well as a few of his pearly whites--or perhaps candy corn would better describe the color of them. Dirt mixed with blood covered Zed's face as he glanced at his bag of treasure spilling out onto the ground next to him, he heard gasps in response to it, and turned over looking about a small group of men, and a single female. A man kneeled down besides him, and grabbed his hair looking him straight in the eyes. "He fits the description." He said to his entourage, then looked back at Zed. "What is your name?" Zed's lips pulsed, and quivered as the feeling in his face slowly returned in a painful eruption. He held his mouth as he coughed blood all over, he then felt sharp steel against his neck. Zed's eyes widened. "Z-Z-ZED!!! IT'S ZED!!! Okay? Now, calm down!" Zed screamed as he felt the dagger digging into his throat slightly, then breathed a sigh of relief when it was removed. The man before him look at his entourage once more, then nodded as they all grabbed each of Zed's limbs and carried him kicking and screaming to the nearest tavern. The door on the tavern nearly fell off it's hinges as Zed was tossed against it, then fell as the door swung open. Again his face made contact with the ground, he attempted to stand up, but was stood up and thrown onto a stool nearby. The bartender looked at them, and was about to speak, but the man apparently leading them tossed the bag of Zed's treasure his way, and waved him out. The bartender nodded, and went into the back room. The other people in the tavern left without saying a word, they were especially happy since some of them got out of paying the tab. The man took his dagger, and stabbed it into the wooden counter in front of Zed, whom was just shaking. "Zed. We've been looking for you. I received a letter from my brother about two months ago, and I have yet to hear a word from him since." The man said staring a hole trough Zed, as were the others. "Hey, man, that's got nothing to do with me! I'm just a simple, and honest man..." Zed is slapped across the face by the woman, his blood splatter against the counter and smeared all over her hand. She didn't seem to be too concerned about it though. "You see, Zed, we've all got a problem. Each of us suffer from lost friends, and relatives. They just vanished one day, and were never heard from again. Now, what does this have to do with you? Well-we've all received letters from who we are associated with, all of which indicate that a man matching your description, named Zed, were going to lead them underground to find treasure. Now, luckily for us our friends, our relatives, had the sense to inform us of this matter. However, we've heard about many other people with similar problems to our. We thought there might be something to it, and decided that perhaps we should investigate this matter ourselves." The man said as he smiled at Zed in a frightening way. Zed was beginning to sweat profusely as his heart began beating faster. Zed tried to think of some kind of lie, but suddenly he was grabbed by the hair by another man. Zed's head was pulled back then shoved forward so his face hit the counter, his face went numb again as more blood began to run from his newly acquired broken nose. "We should just slit his damn throat, and get the hell out of here." The man said as he pulled Zed's head off the bar by his hair about. "No! We've got to find out the truth before we do anything with him. I want to know what happened to everyone." The man sitting before Zed said to man pulling Zed's hair, the looked at Zed. "Look, we're usually not the blood thirsty type, but we're not very happy knowing that our friends and family could be laying dead in some ditch somewhere. Who knows, maybe you've hid their belonging down there and say it's treasure you found, just to lure others down there so you can kill them and take their belongings." "NO! NO! I AM NOT A MURDERER!!! I NEVER KILLED ANYONE!!!" Zed yelled attempting to stand, but got pulled back down onto the stool. "It's not like that!" "It's not? Well, then perhaps you can shed some light upon this. We want to know what you have to do with this, and if it's what we think-you're a dead man. Just tell the truth." The man said to Zed as he placed a hand on his shoulder. "I-I-I'm sorry. But they're all dead." Zed said looking down at his feet, the people around him seemed shocked to hear the news even though they all ready suspected they were dead. "B-but I didn't do it. I won't lie. I led them to their deaths, but I didn't actually kill them. I'm working for--a man. I went down there myself in search of gold, or something. I was tired of being the joke of the town. I wanted to show them all up, and laugh in their faces at my good fortunes. But it would never come. I was attack by this-man, and he said he's spare my life if I'd just lore victims to him. He said he'd even give me some of his treasure, the belongings of his past victims." The group all look at one another with disgust as they imagined such a man requesting this. They listen to more of Zed's story, and eventually told them of the victim from only minutes ago. However, Zed had his own plan. He had never said anything other than "man." So they believed it was only a man. "All right, that's the whole story. I-I did what I had to do to survive." Zed said, then continued on. "What should I call you?" "My name is Theodore." Announced their leader. "Jake" Mutter the man behind Zed. "I am Lance." Said the man standing guard at the door. "Name's Frank." Said the man beside the woman. "I am Mary." Commented the woman, then added. "You coward." "Calm yourself, Mary." Said Theodore. "Zed, clean yourself up. You're taking us to this man you speak of. We'll run him through, and if we're satisfied we may let you live. But I warn you-try anything stupid, and we'll kill you just the same." Zed nodded in agreement, all the while laughing inside. His plan would be to lead them to their deaths like he did to Don, and Ralph. Even though he had, what he thought was, a flawless plan, he had this feeling he was forgetting something important.

I have never been a huge fan of Star Wars, as a matter of fact I hated the Star Wars Episode 1&2 movies. I never really like the original ones either. But this game does sound interesting. I like the idea of being able to control your alignment, especially if it involves a lot of freedom, as in doing things in any order you want, or by completely passing up things. Personally, I'd like to just run around killing things at random to make myself look unstoppable, and perhaps earn a place among the truly evil in the game. I have not played it, but I have heard a lot of good things about it. I also like that it is original as Charles said, it's not building itself around an old plot like the Episode 1&2 movies, as well as the games. It's rare to get a totally new Star Wars game with an original story, and the ones that are like that are usually just air combat games, which I really don't care much for. It's probably a great game, I'll have to try it out soon.

[b]Caution: This RP contains descriptions of very graphic violence, containing blood and gore. Not to mention it's long. :D[/b] The sun's bright rays rain down upon the planet through clouds, the sky is tainted crimson as the morning comes for the above world. Two men are huddled behind a tavern plotting something, something they hoped in turn would enrich their lives. "Don, this is it! We're both in debt to this damn town, all the betting we've done on these damn jousting tournaments broke us! We need to do this." one man said to the other whom was looking unsure about something. "Listen,Ralph, I, as much as you, know of our debts. Soon they'll be sending their dogs to collect. I know they'll beat us to a bloody pulp, but isn't this a bit too drastic?" Ralph shook his head as he grasped at his forehead looking annoyed with Don's reply. "Don, those are just stories! There are no monsters living underground. But I know there is plenty of riches to be found. Zed, came back from there about a week ago with a bag full of gold! If that idiot can find something down there, then so can we!" Ralph said looking confident in his plan. "Perhaps--you're right, I mean he's the town fool. I know we're much brighter than he is. All right, Ralph, you've talk me into it. Let's go find us some treasure, and pay back these debt and live like kings for the rest of our lives." The two men traveled to the edge of town seeking out the town fool, the man everyone looked down upon, even the low lives, the man known as Zed. Upon reaching a miserable little wooden shack they knew they had found his home, even with the gold he returned with his house had remained the same. Only Don, and Ralph witnessed him returning with the gold that day. A few pieces fell from the overflowing pouch, which alerted them to Zed's findings underground. They banged on his door several times in quick succession, and slowly the door creaked open as Zed peeked out. "Yeah, what do ya' want?" Zed questioned them as they simply smirked at him. "Tell me, Zed, where doesn't an idiot like you find an entire bag of gold?" Ralph answered with a question of his own shocking Zed as he attempted to slam his door shut. But Don, and Ralph forced their way in shoving Zed down. "Where does a pathetic creature such as yourself keep gold in this little shack." Ralph asked. "No! That's my gold!" Zed answered with a whimper as he sat on the floor staring up at the two snickering at the pathetic sight before them. "Haha, all right, all right. We'll be kind, and allow you to keep your gold. However, you must show us where you got it. We seen you emerging from the underground caverns with it, and we've never been down there to know where to go. So, you will show us." Don demanded as Zed just nodded with fear in his eyes. The three then made their way to the entrance of the underworld, the place known as the Underdark, few surface dwellers travel through there, and the ones that do rarely return. Many of them go there for this very reason, for riches. Sometimes they do it to escape persecution, or take shelter where their identity is only known by themselves. Yet they all ways over look the dangers that may lurk there, the tales they've heard are nothing more, and that there is cities of treasure beneath the planet's surface. Fools. As they entered the caverns Zed immediately led them tunnels that twisted, and turned. Lava lay beneath stone bridges created by the earth itself. As they ventured deeper into the caverns it became hotter by the second, but they strive to endure it to live their dreams of being rich. Finally, they came upon a large circular cavern, the walls lined with gold, jewels, weapons, clothes, and other seemingly rare and valuable objects. Their shadows flicker about on the walls as light from small pools of lava scatter through out the room. Don, and Ralph stood wide eyed and their mouth hanging open. The stories were true, the Underdark was full of treasures, and their dream was now becoming a reality. Zed stepped back shaking like a leaf as he watch the two greedy pigs attempt to line their pockets, and sacks with as much treasure as possible. There was a tapping noise coming from the shadows, and it slowly increased as a faint outline is seen. It's white eyes shine through the darkness focusing on the two men running around frantically attempting to collect as much as possible. A sudden growl brought their attention to the figure in the shadows, they panic for a moment until it spoke. "Theives-how dare you enter my domain. I've spent a long time collecting these treasures, and you come here with the intent of stealing them from me?" the voice said in a cold, serious manner, but left Don and Ralph confident again as it sound like a mere human's voice. "Yeah, so what? Who are you anyway? If you wanna stop us, just try it." Ralph said towards the shadow laughing, but heard the figure laughing back at him. "Ah-you must be from the surface. Hmm..." the figure went quite as he spotted Zed, and once again laughed before continuing. "Okay, take what you wish. But the treasure you're taking now pales in comparison to my real treasures." "R-r-r-eally? I can't believe you're just going to give us whatever we want." Don said sounding surprised, however Ralph just laughed taking over the conversation. "Come on, Don, he's obviously scared of us. Aren't you?" "Indeed, frightened." the figure replied sounding amused. "So-where are these treasures you speak of?" Ralph questioned. Slowly a long piece of wood extends from the darkness and dips into a pool of lava making a torch, slow as it's pulled back into the darkness it reveals more and more of the room. Their attention was immediately brought to the walls, however it was not sparkling crystals, or shinny gold they were looking upon. No. The walls were covered from top to bottom with mangled corpses, bloody skulls, and various other part of once living being's anatomies. As the light drew back even further the figure was slowly revealed as Don, and Ralph began to shake violently in fear. A man is revealed, his flesh pale and his pulsing veins seem visible as the light touches his body. Zed cowers in a corner as the man begins to move forward, and fully revealed is the lower half of a spider. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" Ralph called out as it approach them, both men turned to run, but the creature leapt over them to block their exit. "What am I?" The creature said repeating Ralph's question, then continued. "I am what people call a Drider. My name is Molvo, however-introductions are not necessary now. You must become apart of my collection." Molvo said with no emotion as he charged. Don dove out of the way, but Ralph was too frightened to move. Molvo's arachnid legs carried him across the room swiftly, and as he passed by Ralph he reached out grasping him by the throat, dragging him back into the darkness wench he came. Don stood up quickly staring into the darkness as he heard screams, and the slowly rising sounds of something wet splattering. Silence came, and slowly Ralph's hand emerged from the darkness then it fell. Don ran towards it, and grasped Ralph's hand attempting to pull him free from the creature's clutches. Don fell to the ground, but no body followed the arm. It was ripped from Ralph's torso as if it were a simple piece of paper. Don crawled backwards in shock, then suddenly felt a drip hitting his head. Feeling the top of his head, then bringing it back in front of his face to look at it, Don watched blood roll down his fingers. Just then a thud is heard, and next to him is a fresh corpse, barely recognizable, but he knew it was Ralph. Slowly, Don looked up seeing Molvo standing on the roof of the cavern sneering him with a lustful expression upon his face. Don screamed loudly in a horrifying manner as Molvo dropped from the ceiling immediately planting his legs on Don's arms and legs to keep him from moving. Don continued to yell from help as Molvo produced a medium sized sword from his back, Don went quiet as he stared into the white eyes of the creature holding him down. "Don't stop on my account. Your screams are like music to my ears, I can smell your fear. It is an enticing aroma. I can hear your heart beating with in your chest, it's thumping is calling to me. Perhaps, I should start there." Molvo said with an evil grin upon his face as he slowly took the blade of his curvaceous sword to the fabric of his shirt. Molvo applied pressure ever so slightly, and the blade began to slice through fabric and flesh as he drug it from Don's collarbone to his abdomen. Don's screamed in agony as he watch his chest slowly open at the blades mercy, his bloody, muscle covered rib cage came into view as Molvo's lust began to grow. Don could feel his flesh sliding around on his body as it parted, and slowly he began to go into shock from the pain shaking tremendously, but still in place thanks to Molvo's legs. Molvo ran the blade over the muscle this time to make way to his rib cage, each moment he took in with great pleasure. Then he was about to cut through the bone of Don's rib cage, but he became to impatient dropping his sword to grasp at bone. With a swift tug the sound of snapping bones filled the room as Molvo brutally ripped Don's chest apart searching for his prize. Finally, he had Don's heart in his sights, his hands drenched with blood quivered at the though of freeing it from it's prison and feeling it's slowing throbs. Malvo snickered, and laughed as he tore it free, leaving Don's convulsing body to flop about on the floor as he walk away. Blood pooled around Don's body as his gasp for air slowed, and finally came to a stop as blood began to escape his mouth. Don lay there dying, and the last image he sees is his still beating heart held against the creature's chest. Molvo pulled the warmth of the heart from his chest to stare at it, finally he brings it up to his mouth and bites into it as if it were a juicy red apple. Blood stained Molvo's lips, dripping down his chin and over his bare chest. In this moment Molvo experience rapture, pure ecstasy, his eyes fluttered as the taste of blood satisfied his lust for that moment. Suddenly, Molvo was brought out of his blissful state by the sound of gold coins falling to the ground. Molvo looked upon Zed as he stood up from behind a pile of gold, he trembled as he tried to smile. Molvo tilt his head to the side slowly watching Zed approach him, then finally he spoke. "You imbecile! I told you [b]NEVER[/b] to bring victims to my domain. I do not wish for anyone to find my lair, that is what I always specify where you are supposed to bring them." Molvo said as he slowly turned to face Zed as he threw the heart into a pool of lava causing it to disappear in moments burned by the searing heat. "Yes, I am sorry, master. They seen me with a bag of gold, and forced me to show them where I got it. They were the only ones to come down here with me, I promise." Zed answered sounding frightened. "Fine, then take you pay." Molvo said as he grabbed the bag Ralph had filled, and tossed it to Zed. "Thank you! Thank you, my lord. You're so kind." Zed replied in delight that he was still rewarded for a mistake. Ask Zed attempted to leave Molvo's calous voice brought him to a stop. "Remember-I only let you live to lure victims to me. If it we're for my skin being sensitive to the light, I would kill you too. While there is plenty of prey down here, it's much more discrete to kill a surface dweller. Your services are valuable to me, but mess up again and I will tear your throat out with my teeth." Molvo said obviously lacking any emotion about his servant. "Y-y-yes-sir. I understand." Zed muttered as turned, and ran from the cavern back toward the surface. Molvo grabbed the two corpses, and drug them back into the darkness to make them apart of his collection.

Here is my sign up, and I do hope everything is acceptable. Please inform me of anything that needs to be changed. Name: Molvo Species: Full blooded Drider Age: 927 Rank: Nightmare Appearance: He follows the typical Drider appearance, except his skin is pale, in fact so pale you can almost see through his flesh. His hair is black, and his eyes are completely white. Just under his eyes are large black fang shaped paint, like a sorta tribal marking. His chest is protected by armor colored similar to his arachnid lower half, black with red trim. Weapon: [URL=http://www.oriental-arms.co.il/turkey/0691.jpg]http://www.oriental-arms.co.il/turkey/0691.jpg[/URL] Bio: Not much to say. Molvo has lived his entire life underground, his intelligence is fairly high, however it is overshadowed by his inexhaustible bloodlust. Molvo is a psychotic creature who'd slaughter anyone he wishes, that even includes his own kind. There is no fancy title to go with his name, nor was his life an overly exciting one. You will find no bells, and whistles. He just kills with an unbridled hatred for life. Whether you are the good, or evil type makes no difference. If you have blood to be spilt, your are a prime target for his wrath. There is no logic in what he does, he just does it. There are a few whom had lived to tell tales of his twisted nature, his sickening outlook on life through brief but detailed conversations with the menace himself. Steer clear of Molvo if you value your life.

GhostofSalvtore, did you or didn't you watch Raw? If not then I really don't see how you could rate it if you did not see it. It would be fine if you just gave your opinions on what you heard happened, but how can you rate it? Anyway, I myself think they are handling Kane's gimmick great. It's the best angle they've had in the WWE in a long, long time. I was one of the nonbelievers about Kane removing his mask, as a matter of fact just look a page back to see how angry I was. But now he's a monster again. Seriously, they couldn't give him make up to use for scares while he wrestled. It would come off, and they would look incredibly stupid. The only way they could have stuck with this disfigured angle was if Kane remasked the week after he unmasked to keep it as a one time only thing. Sure, I was disgusted by hearing JR, and King talk about how disfigured he was when obviously he isn't. But this is the best way to go about this type of angle. Seriously, he was supposed to be burned as a child, and supposedly they were only superficial, but it makes sense that he's all screwed up because Paul Bearer is a lunatic and it would be perfectly believable to hear that he had been pumping a bunch of lies into his head. Making him believe he was scared more that he really was, thus driving him to become a heartless monster. He's unbalanced and was supposedly raised in Paul Bearer basement. It's easy to think it could all be in his head. It was awesome hearing about him beating the hell out of Tommy Dreamer, and Rico then later smearing blood on Austin's wall as he left his office. Then this Raw Kane went nuts, and burned JR. It was great. Kane's a full fledged psycho now, he's becoming the monster he once was, and perhaps even more so. I always liked Kane, however I have always liked the Kane much better when he first came in as a bad *** heel who attacked people at random just to coax Undertaker into fighting him. As a matter of fact since this angle with Kane started, Raw's rating have gone up. Tons of people are watching Raw for Kane, and this angle.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by The Mage Prince [/i] [B]I think Juuthena sould stay she is the niceset out of all of them (sorry but I don't know the other guys)! [/B][/QUOTE] I'm sorry, but you obviously don't know what Otaku Idol is all about. It's a contest testing the contestants writing abilities in a number of different tasks they must accomplish. This has absolutely [b]NOTHING[/b] to do with how nice someone is.

I am, obviously, a huge fan of the Legacy of Kain series, Kain in general, once again that's pretty obvious. While the plot confuses the hell out of me, the overall story and voice acting in all of the games are incredible. I even loved the somewhat flawed Blood Omen 2, even though they screwed up in a lot of different areas of the game. The lip synching towards the end is the most apparent, not to mention the constant looping of background noises occasionally which forces you to reload your saved data to stop it. Anyway, I finished off Soul Reaver 2 recently, all though I liked playing as Kain more, it was still pretty cool. It was a bit too short, and wasn't very challenging, much like Blood Omen 2, but the voice acting and plot make it all worth it. I am looking forward to Legacy of Kain: Defiance, however I have heard some bad things all ready. Raziel, nor Kain will be able to pick up or use weapons. That makes sense for Kain since he will be wielding the Blood Reaver, the Soul Reaver before it consumes Raziel's soul. But it makes no sense for Raziel since he usually cannot use the Wraith Blade all the time. It'll probably still be awesome, but I for one love to get weapons and impale enemies upon them or behead them. But at least players will be allowed to play as both Kain, and Raziel in a single game. Not to mention I hear they will not tone down Kain's abilities or strength now that he is playable in his evolved form. I think this game will be awesome, and from the looks of it, it seems to be coming along nicely. Supposedly, the game will be coming out November 12th.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Elk [/i] [B] Also me and my step dad (I call him Orlando by his name) came up with this idea of 2 player RPGs, such as you form a party and lets say i control 2 characters and he controls the other 1. wouldnt that be fun? (Hope they make games like that someday and soon not when im to old to care!)[/B][/QUOTE] They made a few games like that all ready. I forgot the names of them, but there are a few on the Super Nintendo. Also, there is one like that for PS2 called The Legend of Alon D'ar. It came out December 6th 2001, so it isn't new and probably costs very little now. It's a mixture of Action, Adventure, and RPG. Check it out if you're really looking for a two player RPG.

Do not tempt my wrath, OtakuSennen. I do not know if your words are meant to somehow insult my sweet kitty cat, but hold thy tongue. It is perhaps the ninth wonder of the world, and the most beautiful creature to grace this planet. I will not have anyone speak little of my precious--my Fluffy. However, if you are here to pay tribute by being horrified by it's massive blood lust, and evil, yet cute look, then I thank you. *pets Fluffy* Yes, you are the greatest cat on this planet. That's a nice kitty. Good Fluffy. Now, go tear out someone's throat and feast upon their miserable corpse. *Fluffy runs off in search of human flesh* [b]EDIT:[/b] Now, I will unveil another new banner I will perhaps use. Now, if you haven't noticed yet, I am totally obsessed with this cat, my Fluffy. Fluffy has taught me what it is to have cAttitude, and thus I must show her beauty off to the world.

How about "The Big Eyed Bandits?" I think that's catchy, and certainly people would frightened--well, at least a bit freaked out when the Big Eyed Bandits come to town. "OH MY GOD!!! It's the Big Eyed Bandits!!! Run for your lives!!!! AHHHHHH!!!"