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Hey, I was just curious what everyone thought of the Tough Enough 2 winners. I, for one, feel ripped off. They advertised both a male and female winner, but all we got were two females who probably won't be used.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by NorykoAngelcry [/i] [B][SIZE=1][COLOR=darkred]But has anyone noticed Need for Speed: Hot Pursuit 2? That game is just beautiful looking, and I am VERY impressed with the VERY few ingame movies/screens that I have seen. This game is shaping up to be one of the best racing games that will be out for the GAMECUBE, and I am very happy to see that it is going to come out. I would have definitely bought it if it was just for Playstation, as NFS: HP was one of my favorite racing games EVER for the Playstation. I was shaking a bit when I saw the preview, not wanting to wait till it was finally released. Anyone have any comments on this game or any others? ^_^ [/SIZE][/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] I'm with you here Noryko. I've always been fond of the Need for Speed games. The first Need for Speed: Hot Pursuit simply had me hooked. It was pretty enjoyable playing as both the police and the criminals. The regular Need for Speed games rested on a solid engine, so throwing a chase formula into the mix was an ingenious move. I've read that Hot Pursuit 2 has some very funny busted scenes and some little Matrix-ey video filter/freeze frame moments that accompany a big jump or other exciting moment. Best of all, I hear the the cops are more aggressive and the car models can be damaged. I simply hate a game with beautiful cars that can't be damaged on powerful hardware like the GameCube. Now, for other business.... Yeah, Zelda's new look is great, that's been established. Sadly enough though, I bet it's the only Zelda game that we'll see in that style. Lately it seems like cel shading is being overused. Miyamoto is never one to fall into the pack.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Saiyangohan2002 [/i] [B] And can someone help me please, is there a mutated form of brolly? in which movie do we see this? I'm just checking to see if my info is correct [/B][/QUOTE] We see the mutated Brolly clone in Movie 11: Crushing Super Warrior! I am the Winner! It's not really Brolly though, it's a clone created by Jaga Bada(Mr. Satan's cousin). After the clone comes into contact with a cerain type of acid, while battling Goten and Trunks, it becomes deformed. Anyway, I belive Kouberei was talking about Brolly and Paragus being left for dead after King Vegeta had Brolly stabbed. You see, he feared the child's power level and considered him a threat.

Hehe, the closest I've ever been is when I let my dog pull me down the street on a skateboard. With all the shark attacks we had last summer, I'd probably be a little nervous going out to the ocean blue. Oh well, more power to anyone that actually does though. :whoops:

Sparrows twittered on green boughs, and bathed in pristine sunlight. The faint sound of insects buzzing surrounded the two Saiya-jin tourists and their children tour guides. As Panji and Myra ran ahead, laughing and playing, enjoying the freedom of the forrest, Blue's stomach continued to churn. The evil energy hadn't vanished or withered away. Contrarily, it grew stronger, expanded and transformed into something entirely different--something terrifying. "I can still feel it too," Aster informed Blue, noticing his troubled appearance. "It's funny," the blue-haired Saiya-jin returned, "The energy is only growing stroner. I'll be the first to bet that we run into that at this tournament." Mildly amused, she teased, "Scared?" Looking up into the sky, as if to find the right words, Blue concluded, "For a man who's able to recognize his own shortcomings is a man who can change his own destiny." Genuinely confused, Aster asked, "Exactly what is that supposed to mean." Panji and Myra giggled and played about in the distance, seeminingly experiencing great relief. Freedom was theirs and they could taste it. Blue wondered if he'd ever share the same feeling. "Well," he began, "I'm not sure if I can stand up to something like that, but at least I can make that choice." Without warning, the children grew suddenly still....uneasy. "What's wrong," Aster asked concernedly. Shifing his eyes back and forth, Blue sensed nearby life forms--the childrens' so-called Monban.

The whole Grand Theft Auto III thing was decided in [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?threadid=9860]this thread[/URL]. Breifly said, don't look for it any time soon, if ever.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by ProudClod [/i] [B]I never saw the brolli movie series, but have seen many clips from each one, like the one where brollis father calms him down after seriously charging up in a battle against goku (cool music). Wait....cwb, you said that his father was evil...? [/B][/QUOTE] Yeah, Paragus is definitely evil. He only tried to calm Brolly down because when Brolly's anger started to rise in his confrontations with Gokou, the mind control began to fail. Paragus wasn't concerned with anyone's well being, but his own.

This Grand Theft Auto III follow-up will undoubtedly be a success coming off one of the best selling games in recent history. To be sure, it's not too surprising that we're seeing this ( A big "I told you so", to the otaku's very own Solid Snake, by the way). The Grand Theft Auto series usually does recieve these kind of updates. When the game ships, I expect something like Grand Theft Auto: London Edition. Like you said, we'll probably see new vehicles or whatever, but the ultimate purpose of the game will be to expand on its predecessors successful formula. Honestly, I don't think that we'll see a Grand Theft Auto IV on the PS2. It'll probably take more powerful hardware to truly improve upon the last game.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Smoky Joe [/i] [B]Okay, now I understand you. In your first post you sounded like Lieberman's best buddy (you [b]do[/b] know who Lieberman is, right?). However, there's one thing that annoys me: From now on, if a company wants to make an over-the-top game, everyone will point a finger and yell: "GTA III did that!" If you're going to call it a copy, at least do it right! It's Conker, not GTA III! [/B][/QUOTE] Yeah, I do know who he is. I'm not a moron. :p Anyway, it doesn't matter what game you "point your finger to." The fact of the matter is, that Grand Theft Auto III for example, had violence that made sense. After all, you were playing as a criminal working his way through the gritty criminal underworld. The main character wasn't some guy busting tricks on a BMX. Conker wasn't quite as adult-oriented as Grand Theft Auto III. Conker's Bad Fur Day mainly spoofed a lof of things and censored more vulgar language. It was still for older gamers, but it wasn't quite as adult-oriented as Grand Theft Auto III.

Well, I'm going to keep this short and sweet Smokey Joe, as there is a simple explanation to the comparisons. Rockstar games released the incredibly deep, rewarding Grand Theft Auto III and it became an instant classic. Shortly thereafter, they release State of Emergency, which has ample amounts of violence, but absolutely nothing worthwhile in areas of gameplay. Beat 'em ups usually grow old fast, but State Of Emergency is incredibly stale and uninspired even for its genre. My point is, that someone in Rockstar figured that people didn't care about Grand Theft Auto III's deep gameplay, rather they figured it sold because of the violence alone. Thus, they crapped out State of Emergency, not to satisfy gamers with rewarding gameplay, but to show off how controversial they can be.

Smokey Joe, it's not the fact that we dislike M-Rated games. I'm a big fan of a lot of M-Rated games, if they're executed properly. [I]However,[I] the fact that [I]this type[/I] of game has the kind of content that it does, is a little nonsensical. When I read about the content of the game, it immediately hit me that Z-Axis has given up on trying to outdo Tony Hawk through gameplay mechanics and is trying to sell their games through questionable content. All in all, this is just another developer copying off of Grand Theft Auto III's success and trying to use it to elevate its own game; a game where nudity and cussing shouldn't really be, mind you. I hope that unlike some certain games out there, the adult content isn't used to make up for other shortcomings. Think about the target audience of extreme sports, as well. There are going to be a lot of twelve and thirteen year old boys out there that will get this game, based on the sport alone. Why throw in strippers and such? I know they'll probably love it, but angry parents will find out and of course, this will be just more of a bad rap for the video game industry. Furthermore, poking fun at mentally challenged children isn't something that I find too funny. :p I would be much more satisfied if Z-axis remedied the problems in their last Dave Mirra game. Overall if was a fine alternative to Tony Hawk and was probably superior to Matt Hoffman). I say, keep the M-Rated content where it belongs. Don't just senselessly use it to garner sales. It's the principle Smokey Joe, the principle, lol.

Becoming rather annoyed, Blue once again sat up, glaring at the children. Groaning, he asked, "How can we help you?" Panji told them the entire story. They told the Saiya-jins of the horrors that accompanied life with the Red Ribbon army, though Blue was already fully aware. Every now and then, Myra would chime in and confirm her brother's accusations or elaborate excitedly. Panji and Myra finally finished their story by begging in unison, "So, can you make them go away?" Tickled with laughter, Blue teased the children. "How do you even know that [I]we[/I][ can make them leave? After all, we're just ordinary people," Blue said sarcastically. Not moved in the slightest, Panji retorted, "Normal people don't wear a Gi on a trip to the lake and normal people wouldn't make it past the Monban." Giggling, Myra followed by adding that "Normal people don't have blue or silver hair, either." The "rat-tat-tat" of gun shots far off in town, shook the children considerably. "Do you hear that," Panji exclaimed, now losing his composure, "every time we hear that sound, we go back to town wondering if we're orphans." Bowing her head down, pouting, Myra explained that the Red Ribbon army killed people when they collapsed, when they were of no more use. Standing up, clenching his fists in horror and unbridled rage, Blue stared down at the children, unable to believe that young children could be forced to face such a harsh existence. Yet, he could not answer. Blue still wasn't sure that he could face the Red Ribbon Army--his "former" employers. Answering for him, Aster assured the children with the words, "Of course, we'll help."

Hehe, James I hate to break it to you, but this info is all true. I really didn't believe it myself at first. Like you mentioned, a lot of developers may try to make up for their shortcomings by throwing in M-Rated garbage just to get a good shock value to influence sales. What really surprises me is that Z-axis isn't all the bad of a developer. The Dave Mirra series gives Activision's own Matt Hoffman's BMX a run for it's money. Anyway, I went to Gamespot and it says: [Quote][B]The game also features goals like helping a fireman with his limp hose, stopping a stray dog from crapping in the park, stopping a helmet-wearing slow kid from peeing in a pool, and collecting beer cans for a bum.[/Quote][/B] So, his story checks out. I'm kinda pissed though. Why the hell do make a game primarily aimed towards teens, into an M-Rated crap-fest? Also, check this out: [Quote][B]Completing goals earns money, which you can take to the famous strip club, Scores. Spending money here unlocks FMVs of women in various states of undress. Acclaim representatives were unsure if the nudity in these scenes would end up running blurred or totally uncensored. Judging by the nonstop cursing and nudity that will permeate the rest of the game, you can bet that Acclaim will make an attempt to go all out and show as much skin as possible.[/B][/Quote] I'm a big fan of the extreme sports genre, so I hope that this game doesn't influence the Tony Hawk series. Tony Hawk's games always have juvenile humor, but never cross the line like this. lol, Don't get me wrong, looking a naked women is all fine and good, but that stuff doesn't belong in a game that a lot of twelve and thirteen year old kids might buy. My guess is that they're doing this because their series can never live up to Activision's in reputation, so they're attempting to give the people something to talk about.

Here's a guide that should help you, no problem. You can find the number info scratched onto the wall in the room containing the V-Jolt materials. 1 = WATER 2 = UMB NO.2 4 = UMB NO.4 Fill a bottle with 1, and one with 2. Mix to get 3. Fill a bottle with 4, and mix with 3 to get 7. Fill a bottle with 2, and one with 4. Mix to get 6. Mix 7 with 6 to get 13. Fill a bottle with 1, and one with 2. Mix to get 3. Mix 13 with 3 to make 16 or V-Jolt. [I]or[/I] 1+2=3 4+3=7 2+4=6 7+6=13 1+2=3 13+3=16 ------------ V-Jolt

Hmm, I could see where SSJ3 would be confused though. After all, the Lord Slug movie is called "Super Saiya-jin Gokou."

Panji loved to play in the woods. At the young age of twelve, he had rarely been able to interact with nature, nor it's fruits. When the world's being torn apart underneath your feet, it becomes quite difficult to settle down. Always moving--that was his life. In reality, everyone shared a nomadic lifestyle. Each individual was their own separate island, unto themselves, drifting endlessly. "Come on sis," Panji called, accepting his baby sister's hand into his own. Escaping into the woods, they talked of fairy tale lands, devoid of monstrous threats and blood stained fields. The clouds above even remarked of how the sun had turned its back to the Earth. "Panj," Myra said, in a hushed tone to her brother, suddenly pausing their afternoon of fun. "Yeah sis," Panji questioned in a concerned tone, kneeling before his sister, in an attempt to make eye contact with her. Feelings of shame and guilt choked Myra, but she [I]knew[/I] what she had to ask of her brother. "Do you think that those bad men will hurt mommy and daddy," she finally asked, holding back potential tears. Standing upright, rigid, Panji seemed distant. In one fell swoop, Myra's words seemed to lift Panji from their woodland getaway and take him to another world. At first, his lips formed empty words. He didn't quite count on his sister asking the doomed question. Of course, she had to notice what was going on around them, but he had hoped that she was too young to fully realize their circumstance. The question had been lingering and he had known that it would one day be asked of him, but he never knew how he would answer. Finally it was time. Kneeling down, once again and placing a hand on her shoulder, he assured the girl that whatever will be will be whatever she [I][B]wills[/I][/B] it to be. The answer was simple, but it seemed to satisfy her. Once again, she wore a familiar thin smile and they continued on. Ever since the red ribbon troops moved into the small town, things had grown increasingly intolerable. The Red Ribbon Army assured citizens of the town their safety from the demons in exchange for complete obedience. A mutual agreement quickly turned into slavery. Adults were forced to remain in town--toiling day and night under the harshest of circumstances, building forts for the Red Ribbon Army and packaging exports. There was no escape. They were all prisoners. Soon Panji would be old enough to be put to work. He wondered when Myra would bring that horrible fact of life into their daily excursion. Perhaps she [I]was[/I] about to send him reeling again with her adolescent curiosity, but the nearby sound of laughter alerted their senses. "It's the Monban," Myra whined tugging at Panji's arm, "we've to to get out of here. Hurry!" The Monban, of course, were the lowest rank of Red Ribbon. Mere grunts assigned to secure the perimeter of town. No one comes in. No one leaves. Squinting his eyes, Panji looked beyond the brush and made out the silhouettes of two people--a male and a female, judging by their voices. Laughing heartily, Blue assured Aster that there was a method to his madness. "You see," he said, seemingly forgetting his troubles, "A brave person is not one who throws a stone in return of a stone, but he is the person who gives a flower in return of a stone." Plucking a single flower out of the ground and placing it atop the currents of the lake, he watched the pedals drift away slowly. Ignoring his little lesson, she was straight to the point. Taking a seat beside him, she asked, "Are you working for them or not? You know they weren't happy when you took off." Falling back, crossing his arms behind his head, becoming lost in the clouds above, whilst chewing on a peice of grass, Blue finally answered, "They're no better than those monsters. I [I]hate[/I] The Red Ribbon Army." Smiling lazily, he added, "I'll work for myself. But, I'm more concerned about you and the others, than I am my own employment. Many Saiya-jins have been created. People are repeating their mistakes. There is no telling what's going through the minds of the others. I don't even know what's going on in my own head." A boy's voice suddenly broke their conversation, "Did you say Red Ribbon Army?" Quickly, sitting up, Blue glared towards the direction of the voice. "Did you say that you [I]hate[/I] the Red Ribbon Army," a girl hiding behind his leg added. Lying back down, he ignored them. Aster's eyes remained fixed on the children. "Will you help us," the boy desperately pleaded. After what seemed an eternity, Blue quipped, "Beat it." It was true. He hated the Red Ribbon Army. But what did the children want of him? Could he really stand before an army of his creators in defiance? The girl's voice, called out once again, "Please?"

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by ProudClod [/i] [B]Ive never played this but have heard great things about it. Would you say its up there with the likes of final fantasy and zelda? [/B][/QUOTE] You're talking about totally different animals here. RPG Maker isn't a traditional RPG. The game gives the players the tools to create their own rpgs. I wasn't a huge fan of the last one, but I remember little art programs that allowed you to alter or make your own character sprite. Plus, you could make your own dungeons by picking pre-made pictures or pictures you created yourself. Heck, you could even write your own dialouge and configure stats to your liking. The game was even so customizable, that the player has the ability to determine how many experience points are handed out after defeating a particular monster.

Pain was everywhere. Maybe that's why he felt it all the time. No matter how fast Blue shot across the skies like a shooting star, the suffering was constant. Down below, the Earth was crying--crying for peace, weeping for mercy--begging for relief. A brilliant flash of white light interuppted the young Saiya-jin's new found freedom. [I]You're too benevolant. What will I ever do with you?[/I] Cupping his hand over his brow, as if to hide from his own memories, Blue looked down below. Something was [I]different.[/I] Grief and sorrow were still rich and strong, there scars deep and long on the land. Yet, the jagged cliffs and crimson skyline seemed to fade. Slowly, Blue descended, landing softly before a small lake and sat, deciding that a small rest was in order. Rubbing his hand on his raw wrists, he remembered the shackles--an empty life devoid of freedom. Skipping a small pebble across the lake, he chuckled. "That guy's crazier than a soup sandwich," Blue said, picturing colonel Red. There was no way he would go back. He [I]couldn't[/I] return. Blue had helped eradicate demon threat and he would still participate in the tournament (though for his own amusement, only). Staring at him with wondering eyes, was his own reflection. Half grinning, he realized that the man in the lake was a stranger. Disgustedly splashing the water, he cussed underneath his breath and began to mumble. "I'm not property. How can I be owned when I can't even own up to myself," implored, almost looking for an answer within the lake. The distant sound of a twig snapping, ironically snapped the young artificial warrior out of his fantasical game of self hide-and-seek.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by MajinVegeta [/i] [B]Hope it's not too late to join? [/B][/QUOTE] Nope, lol, you just made it. We're still at the beginning, so there's plenty of room for people to jump on in.

I figured I'd just bring this back to note that it is indeed possible for zombies to crawl around and bite your feet in the remake. So far, it's only happened in Chris's game though. Nonetheless, it was pretty cool to see that it still has some place in the game.

Yeah, the game really does look promising. With at least twenty-four characters, complete with counter-attacks and aerial/ground combos and fully three-dimensional levels littered with multi-tiered sections and other interactive elements, this one could be a winner. I guess it's only problem is that it'll be hard to stack up to the likes of Virtua Fighter 4 and Tekken 4 when it hits. Although sparse, the competition among fighting games is stiff. I guess the game will always appeal to comic book fans though.

It hit him like a blow to the stomach. He wondered if the others could sense it too. At first, he wondered if it could be the silver-haired enigma who first revealed herself to him. But, no this energy was different. The one with the scouter could feel it as well, for his eyes twitched at the corners feversihly. Even the one below, the shadow in the distance knew of it. Pulsating, growing, twisting, the energy created a rollar coaster in Blue's stomach. No, not a rollar coaster; a thunderstorm--an unwelcome sensation. Blue's crimson gi flowed in the wind, twisting about pathetically and fluttering about like a moth's dry wings. High above the Saiya-jin and the remaining demon hordes, Colonel Red watched the activity below intensely from the confines of his aircraft. "[I]What are they DOING,[/I]" the miserable man sang out, his frustration permeating his usually composed demeanor. Reluctantly, another officer approached, coming to an immediate halt approximately five feet behind the Colonel. "Sir," he said swallowing overwhelming apprehension, "Our sensors indicate a huge power approximately 63 kellis east." Down below, Blue nodded to the other saiya-jin, two of which nodded back. Sairo, however, stubbornly turned his back to the young warriors, clenching his fists in frustration. Snickering, Blue placed one hand on his hip and waved his index finger back and forth. "Tch, tch, tch, You're scared, aren't you" Blue teasingly asked Sairo, "But you don't need to worry, I'll protect you--all of you." As if part of a chain reaction, the three saiya-jin glared at the blue-capped fighter. Dancing back and forth, throwing ghost punches, Blue sang out, "Why don't all of you play with the demons while I take care of the [I]real[/I] business and deal with that power?" Grinning widely, he concluded, "After all, finding the source of that power could be dangerous. I wouldn't want any of you to get bruised up before the tournament." "[I]They are no longer concerned with the demons. Their combat time is suffering. This exercise is a miserable failure--a waste. I don't know about the others, but [B]mine[/B] was instructed to eradicate the demon threat, eliminating anything--[B]anything[/B] in his path--and return to the craft[/I]," the Colonel grumbled with a clenched jaw. "What should we do Colonel," a tiny voice whimpered. Bowing his head down in contempt, the colonel twisted several strands of tombstone-gray hair around his finger and hissed, "[I]Release more demons from the hatch--slightly stonger warriors that aren't hindered from days of battle.[/I]" Down below tension crackled like a forrest fire ready to spread. Who could be trusted? Did trust exist among prideful weapons? Who would make the first move and what could it be? What of the new demon threat....and why? Find out next time--on DragonBall AD!(

It's easy to sit here and talk about how lousy WWE is right now. So, for a change, let's pretend we're the booking team. My question for you is, "What would you do to turn WWE around?" If this were my task, the first thing I would do is hire Eric Bischoff. The fans would immediately recognize him and he would recieve major heat and give the nWo angle a huge boost. I mean, think about it. Bischoff could claim that he kicked Raw's butt years ago and he's back to finish the job with the nWo. Flair of course would turn face and eventually fight "Easy E" in a match that would determine the owner of Raw. And here's the bombshell....Bischoff wins. Just picture Eric and Vince as co-owners of WWE. The heat would be unbelievable. Both could cut great shoot interviews. Maybe Eric could demote Flair to commish and put him through hell, making him wrestle impossible matches. As commish, Flair could bring back the man who stood up to the nWo so long ago--Goldberg. Of course, Bischoff would have an answer of his own, with Scott Steiner. Furthermore, the WWE should strenghten the Hardcore divison and give the actual title some credibility. Never and I mean NEVER should Terrie Runnels be the Hardcore champ. Also, enough with this 24/7 crap. The Raw Roster has tons of ECW wrestlers for the purpose of the division. Give us some great ECW style stuff. Have someone hold the title longer than a week. SmackDown should really just mix up its matches a little. I have a feeling that once Rey Jr. debuts, we'll see the cruiserweight division get the full push we've been hearing about. Plus, give the fans what they want. Show Kurt's bald head. I mean, why advertise the match and never show the end reward? So, what else do you guys think should be done? What would you like to see?

Blue's eyes shifted towards the silver-haired young woman and the catastrophe before him. Ironically, he wondered if he should be more conerned with the hellish ghouls or the femal warrior beside him. Suddenly, the utter despair that had suffocated him for the majority of the day, took him and he could bear it no longer. He would flay their skin, burn their organs. Impale them upon their own horns. Make them feel the wrath of his fury. And with a hawk?s dive down, he flew into the crowd. The crowd hissed and sreeched at one another, seemingly unaware of his presence. His fiery fist sliced through those demons as a knife would through butter, and he did not care. His mission was to punish, for he was his master's angel of death, and to serve him and him alone.......for now. He knew this, and was making sure the monsters knew as well. ?Feel the pain of Saiya-jin power!? He screamed as he flayed one wicked beast of its skin. The demon?s skin burnt off as it fell, leaving only bone and organ and pus. He took another by the throat and ripped it in halves, and saw its blood spurt on his gi. He paid it mind for an instant, only an instant and then broke another?s skull. He ripped limbs from their torsos, and shot random blasts about, immolating those who fell in his graceful and destructive arc. As he killed, a smile crept upon his face. [I]I?m enjoying this[/I]. He thought. [I]This is my duty[/I]. Glancing across the field, the mysterious female saiya-jin watched on with amusement, destroying several monsters with random pot shots. Blue decided that it was time. [IMG]http://www.white-umbrella.com/ib_html/uploads/post-51689-powerup.jpg[/IMG] Allowing his rage to take hold of him once again, he became one with the stream of hatred and felt his power grow. There were many foes....more than he could ever live to count. He wondered if two Saiya-jins were enough to take on an army of evil. Snarling, he cussed and performed the Renzo Energy Dan, shooting continuous ki blasts from his palms and watching the brilliant light engulf the wretched creatures. All the while, he shot a cocky grin towards his Saiya-jin counterpart, as if to say "Top that." For, he knew that she was capable of much. (It should be noted that Blue did not turn Super Saiya-jin, as such as level is not possible at this time).

Relentless energy waves tore planet Earth's landscape to shreds as hordes of demons clashed in ferocious battle. Hideous screams sliced through the air and the blistering heat surrounded the warriors and scolded nearby lakes and vegetation. [IMG]http://www.white-umbrella.com/ib_html/uploads/post-45397-Apocalyptic.jpg[/IMG] Ten thousand nearby humans twisted on their bodies in red soak along a river edge, gasping of wounds, calling for water, some rattling death in their throats. Slowly......steadily, the demon creations--even the lowest of grunts, had begun to grow unruly; rebellious in their actions. For twenty-five days the beasts tore at one another and surrounding beings, including humans--ignoring orders to cease their actions. [IMG]http://www.white-umbrella.com/ib_html/uploads/post-47330-demonsfighting.jpg[/IMG] Emna Briefs had finally managed to convince military and political leaders to unleash the Saiya-jins to work cooperatively for one time only. "If they don't put down this resistance, there won't be a world to gain control of in the tournament,"she argued passionately. After guaranteeing them that such a cooperative effort would truly test the Saiya-jin's strength before the tournament, most leaders finally agreed to her plea. It was no secret that questions concerning Saiya-jin power had been raised and debated hotly. Now, the elite would know whether it was safe or not to replace their demon warriors with this expensive new fighting machine. "I don't trust this thing." "[I]You're not paid to think[/I]." "But-" "[I]This creature was quite expensive. I won't let it exist another day without testing it's strength[/I]." ".....the gravity chambers. It's had extensive training and--" "[I]Enough. The creature is mine. I shall do with it as I please. It is almost time[/I]." Kneeled down in silence, with his chin buried in his chest, Blue could hear their muffled voices behind the thick doors and above the rattling engine of the aircraft. Staring down at the mechanical handcuffs that bound his wrists together he sighed. Unable to remember his past, realize his present or envision his future, the young man laughed bitterly. Blue knew that it was almost time. He could feel their pain; he could sense the great evil that lingered underneath. They wanted him to fight in a tournament. Until then, with the exception of the task at hand and his gravity training, he would be kept bound as if her were an animal. Blue's thoughts skipped to the others--the others like himself. Maybe he would see them today...surely he would. Chuckling, he muttered underneath his breath, "Maybe I'll give them a little preview of the tournament today after we make quick work of these demons." A sudden jolt shook him. The aircraft came to a halt in mid air. Briskly, efficiently, a small group of officers wearing the Red Ribbon uniform gathered around Blue and released him from his electronic shackles--shackles that he could break quite easily....shackles that he only wore to humor them. "[I]Don't come back until you kill every last one of them.[/I]" The Saiya-jin stared at his owner blankly. "[I]I'll be watching. You had better be worth my troubles boy[/I]." The monsters would die--but only because Blue wished to destroy them. The pain, sorrow and anguish almost suffocated him. No more innocent lives would be lost. Yet, looking at the man before him, he wondered who the real children of hell were. Could it be those battling below? Was it those who had created those things? Or......was he a monster himself? "You'll get what you want," Blue said confidently, staring his master in the eye. As he exploded forth, emerging from the aircraft, he felt a sudden pang of guilt--not because he was actually excited at the thought of imminent violence. Blue was excited at the prospect of dueling with other Saiya-jin....his own kind. Looking down at the demon-cluttered battlefield below, he thought to himself, "Everyone is about to learn that pain has a color and that color is Blue."