The Tentacle

You're good to go now. Â Just drop into the story whenever you want. Â If you need an opening just say Barra came in to buy something and ran into Saio. Â The action will be picking up again pretty soon so this is a good time to join.

[quote name='Beretta' date='09 August 2010 - 02:00 AM' timestamp='1281333638' post='699132']I haven't played the game but wouldn't that game be Capcom Fighting Evolution?[/quote]No, that one had a lot of material from SF Alpha and there were only a few of the Darkstalker characters included. What I'm talking about would be a game that featured all of the SF2 and DS characters along with their respective BGM and arena plus their original move sets. Â Nothing new, just the oldschool fighters I grew up with finally going head-to-head in the same game.

Personally I've always wanted to see a Capcom mashup of Resident Evil and Devil May Cry. Â I pretty much want to control Dante in an RE setting and finally be able to demolish those blasted zombies without fear of running out of ammo. Â Or having to run in fear for that matter. I'd also like to see the old school fighers I grew up with in a crossover. Â Street Fighter II versus Darkstalkers would be awesome. Â None of the new characters or play controls. Â Just two of the fighting games that put Capcom on the map being stuffed into the same disk.

I can't believe I forgot about giant robo-drills. Â Â Anyway, a few more: [b]Progressive Knife[/b] - The standard-issue blade used by the Evangelion. Â Some sort of apparatus built into the handles (a sonic pulse generator I think) caused the blade to vibrate, thereby increasing its cutting ability. Â Very innovatite concept here that I really like. [b]Smart Lasers[/b] - A step up from standard homing lasers. Â These were featured in Vandread as the Nirvana's primary weaponry later in the series. Â They not only homed in on enemies but also curved in mid-flight to avoid striking allied ships. Â [b]Nano Mist Shield -Â [/b]From Kiddy Grade. Â Nanotechnology was used for a variety of purposes in this series. Â The coolest of which was the NMS. Â Nanomachines suspended in an inert gas gathered in such high concentrations that they actually formed a solid barrier that was utilized much like a standard force field. I'll think of a few more eventually.

"Oh crap."  Bear sighed as the [b]Gothopotamus [/b]lost its footing and fell.  The Viking found himself being dragged down with it.  He threw himself to the side to avoid being crushed beneath its weight and wound up landing in a metal bin filled with clearance priced DVDs.  Pulling himself free Bear removed a copy of Pootytang from his asscrack and gazed around at the impressive amount of property damage the [b]Gothopotamus [/b]had caused.  The sight should have inspired him to wreak even more havoc but Bear was starting to feel a little apathetic right now. Mustering the last of his fighting spirit Bear sauntered over to the [b]Gothopotamus'[/b] head and gave it a good whallop with his hammer.  Bear didn't really care if it was alive or dead afterwards.  Instead he was forced to turn his attention to the emos who were gathering around him once again. Rather than being mobbed by the black mass Bear found himself absorbed by it instead.  It seemed like this was where he belonged now and that made him feel even more depressed.  And if that wasn't enough to draw tears the emos began sobbing for their fallen comrade.  Suddenly Bear was overcome with the urge to compose some poetry.  It would be a fitting eulogy for the Gothopotamus.  After all, he was partially to blame for its demise.  Spotting a staff-only phone mounted on the wall Bear took up the receiver, dialed out on the PA system and began to recite the emotionally charged words that were beginning to flow from his heart. "Oh black was the day that I was born!  And each since has plagued me with naught but pain and sadness!  Oh how I lament my birth!  Let me descend once again into the darkness from whence my soul was crafted!" On and on Bear went.  Tears rolled down his cheeks as the tide of emo poetry continued to pour from his mouth. His words were having a similar effect on the emos as well.  The quiet sound of weeping built into a loud wailing that filled the store.  And still Bear pressed on. "Life is pain and pain is life!  How then better to perish and leave the world behind!  And yet to die alone is an unbearable sadness.  Would that my end come as a sweet dream from which I would never awake!" On and on he went, ad nauseum.  The brutal torrent of melancholy poetry went on from what seemed like hours. And when at last Bear could speak no more he turned to thank his new emo friends for listening. Big mistake. When Bear turned around he saw that his poem had caused every emo within earshot to commit mass suicide. His words had such influence that each of them had slit their wrists, hung themselves with their own belts or leapt to their doom from the tallest shelf. "Holy crap.  What the Hell happened here?"  Bear gasped.  It was a morbidly depressing scene and yet the smallest flicker of his former personality remained to delight in his unexpected victory.  This alone gave him just enough courage to resist the urge to cut-cut himself with the head of his axe. Instead Bear decided to suck it up and try to overcome his emoness.  "I WILL BEAT THIS!"  He roared, feeling a little more like his old self. "Dude, just give up.  You'll only fail if you try."  An emo gasped with his dying breath. "Shut up!  I can do this!  I can..."  Bear whined.  He didn't really believe what he was saying but was just too stubborn to give in without a fight.  But how could he undo this curse?  Even a store as well-stocked as Wal-Mart didn't sell a cure for being emo did they? Suddenly a thought came to Bear.  "A curse?  Hmm...I guess I could ask [b][i]him[/i][/b] for help." With a sigh of displeasure the Viking stepped over the dead emos and headed for the manager's office at the rear of the store.  He'd need to collect a couple of items before he could carry out his plan.

The playtpus and mad scientist immediately bring [b]Danger Mouse[/b] to mind.Â

I'm playing through Mother 3 for the second time right now actually. Â It's an awesome game, a truly worthy successor to Earthbound. Â As for Earthbound itself that's gotta be in my Top Three Favorite Games Of All Times. Â I bought it back when it first came out on the SNES and I played through it, start to finish, five times before I had had enough. I played the original Mother but just couldn't get into it. Â The technology was too dated and the play controls too clunky for me to enjoy. Â

I just finished [b]Soul Eater [/b]and I'm getting ready to watch the second volume of [b]Kurokami[/b].  [b]Hell Girl[/b] is also in my stack of new anime and I'm going to be ordering the second volume of [b]Queen's Blade[/b] and the second volume of [b]Hell Girl: Two Mirrors[/b] sometime this weekend. I'm also pleased to know that [b]Xamd: Lost Memories[/b] is finally being released on DVD/Blu-Ray next month too.  I've been Jonesing for that series for ages now. Â

A loud roar from nearby attracted Bear's attention.  "That's got Saio written all over it."  The Viking muttered as he began trotted in the direction the noise had come from.  Of course it didn't take him long to locate its source.  The [b]Gothopotamus[/b] was pretty hard to miss. Seeing Saio, Dane and some hottie he didn't know being threatened by the Behemoth Bear joined the fray.  "I'm gettin' ready to wail on you fat boy!"  He shouted as he dashed in behind the [b]Gothopotamus [/b]and threw all of his weight into a shoulder ram.  If he could unbalance the beast Bear felt confident he could topple it.  Instead Bear found himself bouncing off of the [b]Gothopotamus' [/b]ass like a pinball.  He tumbled across the floor, the breath finally being driven from his lungs as his back struck a display case.  Bear knew that he should have been furious about now.  He should have been ready to dive back into the fight and beat the [b]Gothopotamus [/b]like a tent stake.  Instead he was feeling really disappointed and wanting to quit pretty badly. "Just give up man."  The whiny voice of a nearby emo said from behind the counter.  "It's totally not worth the pain." Again Bear knew he should be angry and would have probably crushed the emo's head between his asscheeks. But instead he found himself agreeing with him.  "Yeah.  If I try again I'll just fail anyway."  Bear sighed, a tear rolling down his cheek.  "WTF am I saying?!"  Bear roared, coming to his senses all of a sudden.  He was back on his feet a second later, dashing back into action.  "Hang on gang!  I'mma comin'!" This time Bear leapt upon the [b]Gothopotamus' [/b]ass, using like a trampoline to propel himself upward.  Seizing a handful of greasy braids in one hand the mighty Viking began raining heavy punches down upon the beast's temple with his other. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh gawd I'm sorry!"  Bear cried with each blow.  "Feel it!  Feel my pain!  Feel it in the blackest pits of your empty soul!"

How about a chibi catgirl in a schoolgirl uniform? Â That'd work too.Â

It's going to be a hard choice to make next weekend; Expendables or Scott Pilgrim.  I'll probably see both but one is going to have to take a back seat to the other for at least 24 hours. Seriously though, this is a pretty decent cast they've lined up.  Terry Crews and Eric Roberts, I don't really know much about and I couldn't care less about Randy Couture (not a fan of UFC) but the rest of the cast reads like an action move dream team.  The only thing that could have made this any better is if they'd managed to add Jean Claude Van Damme and Vin Diesel to the cast.

If you're a fan of the sci-fi space operas series you've probably noticed certain trends in weaponry that crop up in those sorts of settings. Â You know the ones I'm talking about. Â Stereotypical stuff that seems to be standard issue with space battleships and giant robots. Â Yet after so many years they're still cool. Â I guess you can call them "classics". Â Then there weapon designs that are so original you think to yourself "Darn, I wish I'd have thought of that." They might be designs that as based on scientific fact that give them an air of credibility or they could be a total flight of fancy that still comes off looking awesome on screen. Â This thread is about all the cool toys that shoot, cut or explode and why they stand out in our minds. Â Here are my picks: [b]Beam Cannon[/b] - aka the "Main Gun". Â There's one of these on just about every battleship in every sci-fi series you can think of. Â But despite their commonality there's always that sort of excitement that builds when they're charged up to deliver the final blow that wins the battle. Â Whether it's Angel Links Cherubim Cannon, Wing Zero's Buster Rifle or even the Kamehameha Wave the big guns have a timeless style of their own. [b]Beam Saber[/b] - They are as much a staple of the Gundam franchise as they are of Star Wars. Â Simple yet elegant, an energy beam you wield like a sword. Â The newer series have kept this concept fresh by adding new twists on the original such as beam scythes, beam bayonettes on the end of rifles, beam claws that would make Wolverine jealous and all manner of other energy-based cutlery. Â They even come in a wide assortment of colors. [b]Homing Lasers[/b] - I'm sure there's someone out there with a sound theory as to how these things work but as for me, I'm clueless. Â These are basically lasers that somehow bend in mid-delivery. Â You've all probably seen these. Giant warships unleash a salvo of laserfire from every gunport they have. Â You'd think only the ones being aimed directly towards the target would work but no, even the lasers being aimed straight up somehow curve to fire in the same direction as the rest. Â Weird but cool concept. [b]Holonic Armor[/b] - This is a pretty cool concept from the Zegapain series. Â Armor made of solid energy. Â Basically a forcefield their robots wear on their bodies instead of surrounding them like a bubble. Â It not only protects the frame but can also be reshaped into blades and guns. Â Plus it just looks damn cool. Â [b]Saw Blade[/b] - While beam sabers are cool for futuristic robots the modern day equivalents are usually restricted to giant versions of the samb blades soldiers wield. Â I have to give a solid nod to Full Metal Panic for equipping their Arm Slaves with knives that had built-in chainsaw blades. Â What looks like a serrated edge is actually a rotating saw blade. Â How freaking cool is that? [b]Molly Wire[/b] - From Adam Warren's version of the Dirty Pair manga comes the monofilament (molly) wire. Â It's a spool of wire that's so thin it's practically one-dimensional. Â It wire is suspended in an inert gas that's vented from the knife's handle and lit with a laser. Â The wire could be unspooled to different lengths, making it a sword or a knife as needed. Â And the dimensions of the wire were so small it could practically cut through just about anything with little or no effort behind the swing. [b]Type 2902 Therm/Optic Camouflage[/b] - The members of Section Nine in Ghost In The Shell utilized this nifty stealth technology. Â It bends the light around their bodies, making them invisible. Â That's pretty well-known stuff but in the manga it was stated that the Type 2902 could even disperse the wearer's weight, effectively eliminating their footprints. Â [b]Titan Blade[/b] - The signature weapon of Sechs from Battle Angel Alita: Last Order. Â It features two large chisel-point blades with serrated edges that were forged from "crystalized titanium". Â I'm not even sure if it's possible to crystalize a metal but it sure sounds durable to me.

Bear stood glaring hotly at the horde of emos who were shambling closer and closer to him with each passing breath. Â Suddenly the big Viking launched into motion. Â "BATTERING RAAAAAM!" Â He roared as he lowered his head and charged straight into the heart of the group. Bear's momentum carried him through the emos like a bulldozer, crushing their smaller bodies between his girth and the checkout counter that stood behind them. Â As Bear stepped back the emos toppled like dominos in one big heap. Without waiting for a single one of them to rise to their feet the Viking climbed atop the counter and removed his cloak. Â Twirling the thick fabric over his head he let loose a wild battle cry and flung himself into the air. Â Bear's weight crashed down in the center of the emos, crushing them yet a second time. Pulling himself out of their midst Bear stood back to admire his handiwork. Â The black-clad bastards lay in a sprawled heap, moaning and crying in misery. Â The Viking should have found the whole affair amusing to no end and yet, for some reason, he didn't feel like laughing. Â With a shake of his head Bear turned to find someone else to clobber. Â Standing a short distance away was an emo who gazed in horror at the sorry state of his compatriots lying on the floor. Â His hand was raised, gesturing in their direction. Â His mouth opened and closed but no sound, save for a hoarse gasping, came out. "Oh, sorry kid. Â C'mere. Â You need a hug." Â Bear addressed him, holding out his arms for an embrace. Â The emo smiled sadly and rushed forward, expecting to be comforted. Â Instead he found Bear's fur-trimmed boot rising up straight into his nutsack. Â "PSYCHE!" Â Bear chuckled as the emo doubled over in pain. Â The Viking hefted his hammer and brought it crashing down on the back of the emos skull, dropping him to the floor to join his fellows. But once again Bear wasn't amused by the random act of violence. Â In fact he was starting to feel a little bad for all these poor kids. Â Wasn't life painful enough without having to hurt people? Â And why the Hell did his finger hurt so bad all of a sudden? Bear went to retrieve his cloak from where he'd tossed it aside. Â He picked it up and was about to throw it back over his shoulders when he realized it wasn't his cloak at all. Â Or was it? Â Peering closer Bear decided that it was but he clearly recalled it being a lighter shade of brown. Â The cloak that he was holding was so dark that it was almost black.

Sweet, a fourth member. Â Just jump in wherever you can. Â

[b](EDIT:  Oops, I was posting at the same time Elk was.  Lemme edit my post a little.)[/b] As Bear entered the store he was greeted by the flat voice and fake smile of a door greeter.  "Welcome to Wal-Mart."  A fifty-something woman with gray hair and dull, lifeless eyes recited mechanically. "Wal-mart?  This....is....SPARTA!"  Bear roared, planting his foot in the woman's chest and sending her rocketing back several feet.  She fetched up on the floor in a motionless heap.  Bear was about to gloat when a thought occurred to him.  "Oh wait, this IS Wal-Mart.  My bad..." Gathered around him were a handful of emos who were looking up at him with sad expressions in their eyes.  "Harsh man."  One of them grumbled.  "So much anger."  Another sighed.  "We feel your pain man."  A third whimpered.  The Viking ignored them all and instead turned to his two friends. "Dane, there you are.  But where'd Saio go?"  Bear asked, digging into his sack of gold and pulling out a handful of coins.  "Doesn't matter.  Here, go buy us something nice with your cut of the loot.  I'm going to the beer isle." He said, pouring the money into Dane's hands. By now emos were gathering around the fallen form of the door greeter like flies hovering over a dead fish.  Then, as one, they descended upon her body in a sobbing, whining mass.  "Aaaaaaieeeee!"  The old woman shrieked. But the sound of her screaming was drowned out by a sudden explosion. "I think I found Saio."  Bear said, trotting off in the direction the sound had come from.  When he reached the electronics section a scene of total carnage greeted his eyes.  Bodies lying everywhere, wreckage everywhere, stuff on fire.  Bear grinned from ear to ear.  "Hey!  I want in on this action too!" A few loping strides brought Bear to the side of a fallen emo who was beginning to stir.  Reaching down the Viking hefted the pathetic creature from the floor.  The emo's eyes stared into his soul as it was raised face-to-face with Bear.  "My soul, it swims in darkness.  Agony is the air I breathe."  It whimpered. "Nice poem kid.  Want to hear a haiku I wrote?"  Bear asked.       [i]I feel rage and hate!                                                                            You are about to get served                                                                      Like a volleyball.[/i] Whether from the masterful wording of Bear's haiku or due to his unstable emotions the emo began to cry.  He would have cried all the harder if he'd realized that the Viking's poem wasn't just a poem; it was an actual threat. Tossing the emo up into the air Bear pulled his other fist back and then brought it rocketing forward into the emo's gut.  "VIKING PUUUUUUUUNCH!"  Bear yelled as his latest victim went flying backwards into a display case full of cell phones. "Ha hahahahaaaa!  Hey Saio, did you see how far he flew?"  Bear guffawed.  But when he looked back to see if Saio was listening to him he realized that he hadn't been the only one who had come to investigate the explosion from earlier.  The door greeter stood in the forefront of a large group of emos who were gathering outside of the electronics section.  At least Bear thought it was her.  She looked a little different from before, what with her uniform turning black and her hair now hanging down in her face. Reaching into his belt Bear withdrew his warhammer and flipped it end over end before catching it deftly with the opposite hand.  "Oh?  Looking for some action too eh?  Well, I think we can oblidge ya!"  Shooting Saio a fierce grin the Viking prepared for some serious emo bashing. [b](OOC - I love writing action sequences so this is the obligatory fight scene for this episode.  Just go nuts and maybe show off a little.)[/b]   Â

As a child of the 80's I grew up in the era of glorious 8-bit when the phrase "arcade quality graphics" actually meant something. Â As gaming systems become more advanced and games look more realistic I find myself caring less and less about the industry. So when I watched this video and heard the tinny 8-bit BGM my blood started to boil. Â The fact that retro-style games like this are still being produced are what's prolonging my life as a gamer. Â Sadly this game is only available to PS3 owners so I'll miss out. Â If it were being released on the PSP I'd definitely buy it though.

I have learned: The hero will always happen to have the exact gadget/weapon he needs on him at the time and will retrieve said gadget/weapon by reaching behind his back and pulling it out of thin air. G.I. Joe and Cobra have fought numerous battles against one another for years and yet no one from either side has been killed yet. Â G.I. Joe and Cobra both suck at warfare. Superheroes can render themselves totally unrecognizable simply by covering their eyes with a mask. Â The hallway in the house where Tom and Jerry live is approximately 90 feet long and has identical tables set up every 10 feet along its length. Â

While I hate the Twilight series with the burning passion of a thousand suns I have to respect Pattinson for biting the hand that feeds him. Â Like Sangome said; he's in it for the money and not because he enjoys playing a creepy, stalkerish vampire. Â You can't blame him for wanting to branch out in another direction career-wise. Â If you were him wouldn't you want to put some distance between yourself and the craptastic phenomenon that is Twilight before you becoming typecast? Â I'm sure that 20 years down the road he'd rather be remembered as the voice of whatever character he'll portraying in How To Train Your Dragon than as Edward the vampire.

"I'm not gonna burn it down."  Bear sighed, rolling his eyes.  It was a tempting thought but if he set Wal-Mart ablaze where was he going to spend all of the gold he'd just stolen from that now-smoldering village?  Bear began to walk towards the entrance, a heavy sack of gold jingling at his waist.  All around him lay a scene of total destruction.  Unlike the highway the parking lot was filled with cars.  But they weren't parked on orderly rows.  No, most of them were strewn around haphazaradly.  Some had obviously been crashed, others were turned over on their rooves and others still were on fire. The Viking didn't think anything of it.  After all, this was the Wal-Mart parking lot.  It was always like this. "Hmmm...."  He muttered to himself as the gears of thought began to grind within his head.  "I guess I [i]could [/i]burn it down after I'm done."  The Viking thought to himself.  A plan was beginning to form within the recesses of his mind.  Images of the store being sacked and razed played out before his mind's eye.  "I could save a crap ton of cash that way."  Bear realized.  But before he could ride that train of thought into the station he was distracted by movement coming from beneath a burned out street lamp.  From the shadows shambled a ragged figure clad entirely in black.  Bear glanced irritably at the person.  He couldn't tell if it was a male or female due to the thick curtain of oily hair that obscured its face.  But that didn't matter right now.  The angry Viking had just been on the cusp of having a good idea when whoever that was had derailed his train of thought.  Man or woman, they were about to take an ass-whipping. "Muuuhhhh".  The black-clad figure moaned as they shuffled closer.  They were near enough now that Bear could make out the logo of some underground grunge rock band printed on their shirt.  "Sssnnnfff, uhhhh."  The figure groaned again.  To Bear it sounded like they were crying.  The sound of anguish extinguished the rage that was beginning to burn in Bear's mighty heart.  In the face of a stranger's pain he did what any other person would have done in his place. "Bwahahahahahaaaaa!!!!!  Go cry emo kid!  Ah hahahahahahaaaa!"  Bear began to guffaw, pointing his meaty finger right into the person's tear-streaked face.  "OMG you're sooooooo lame!  Guahahahaaaaa!  What the Hell is your problem anyway?  You're boyfriend kick you to the curb or something?  Haaaaahahahaa!!!" Bear was so intent upon agitating the emo that he didn't notice said emo's mouth yawn open, hovering dangerously close to his outstretched finger.  It wasn't until his finger was firmly clasped between the emo's unbrushed teeth that his laughter ended.  "Ah hah haaaaa......AAAAHHHHH!"  Bear howled in pain.  Suddenly his rage returned and he snatches his hand out of its mouth.  That hand returned a second later to clamp down around the emo's neck like a vice.  His other hand shot out, grabbing a handful of crotch and crushing it with all of his might.  With a grunt of exertion Bear lifted the emo off of the ground, holding it briefly above his head before ramming it headfirst into the pavement.  The emo's skull splattered with a satisfying sensation of crunching bones and squishing gray matter. "Hmph, s'what you get."  Bear muttered as he stalked away from the body, leaving it to cool in the chilly night air.  The emo's body jerked spasmodically and then fell still.  With the vilence past silence rapidly flowed in to reclaim the night. A sound like metal scraping against pavement heralded Bear's return.  The Viking was dragging an uprooted stop sign across the parking lot.  He came to a halt, towering over the emo's corpse for a moment, glaring down at it.  Then, hefting the sign like an axe, he began pounding the corpse over and over with the sign's face until the emo's remains resembled something akin to a wet prune. With a grunt of satisfaction Bear tossed the sign aside.  "Now uh, what was I getting ready to do again?"  He mumbled.  He glanced around in confusion and his eyes scanned across the Wal-Mart sign.  "Oh, right. Shopping!" The dead and dismembered emo was already forgotten as Bear set out for the entrance again.  Motion from the left and right drew his attention.  It seemed that a lot of people were headed his way all of a sudden.  "Oh man, must be one Hell of a sale going on tonight."  He reckoned as he pushed his way into the store. Had Bear bothered to look more closely at the people in the crowd he would have realized that each and every one of them was also clothed from head to toe in black clothing and sporting a head of lank, greasy hair.  The sound of weeping and moaning mingled with morbid poetry and breathy whispers as the horde of emos shuffled after the Viking and his friends. "Damn but that smarted."  Bear sighed as he glanced down at his finger.  The emo's teethmarks were surrounded by swollen flesh that was beginning to turn purple.  "Now I've got a bruise.  I hope it's not infected."

Guess it's my turn. Â Here's a pic of me from a couple of years ago. Â I still look the same though. [img]http://a.imageshack.us/img235/6636/mewithnewlookjm7.jpg[/img] Since this was taken I've filled both of those shelves in the background from top to bottom with anime DVDs.

The Place - Possum City, a small town in the rural south. The Time - Around 11 PM on a Friday night. ~ It was quiet, eerily quiet.  Although Possum City was relatively small its streets should have been filled with traffic despite the late hour.  Friday nights usually saw the townfolk winding down after a long week of working by downing large quantites of beer in the myraid of pubs, bars and taverns.  Nothing said "TGIF" like tying one on. Yet tonight the streets were deserted.  No inebriated drivers wove their way across the four lanes on their way to who-knows-where.  Well, almost none..... The silence of the night was broken by the sound of a roaring engine as a large vehicle rumbled down the off-ramp and onto Possum City's main drag.  And what a vehicle it was!  It appeared to be a large bus, but not just any bus.  This was one of the short buses that were often associated with transporting "special kids" to school.  In fact, that was what it was called.  The title "Short Bus" was stenciled in large block letters across the bus's side in black paint.  Yet it was obvious this wasn't a typical short bus.  No, this bus was jacked up a half dozen feet off of the ground on a set of monster truck tires that were even now rolling across the pavement at an unsafe speed.  Black smoke poured out of the twin smokestacks that jutted up from either side of the bus.  The light from the streetlamps were reflected dully in the bull horns that were mounted atop the bus's hood.  From within the strange looking craft 80's hair metal blasted.  The sound of wailing guitars and red-leather clad singers with poofy hair and questionable sexual orientation poured from its windows as the Short Bus sped down the road towards a brightly illuminated structure in the near distance.  This well-lit place that stood out in the surrounding darkness was a mecca of capitalism to some and Hell on Earth to others.  If there was any sort of activity to be found in this eerily peaceful town it would be here.  Yes, this place was open for business regardless of holiday, natural disaster or even the Second Coming. This place was Wal-Mart. The Short Bus ploughed into the parking lot and ground to a stop in a handicapped parking spot.  In short order its doors swung open and a set of folding stairs extended.  Thick smoke poured from the portal and the music grew even louder for a moment before finally falling silent.  The bus's powerful engine whirred down as the ignition key was turned.  A second later and the vehicle became as still and quiet as the rest of the town.  But the peace was about to be shattered.  Bigtime. With heavy footfalls the driver of the Short Bus stepped out into the night and set foot upon the cursed terrain.  He was a massive man, heavily muscled and shaggy haired.  The horns that graced his helmet jutted out like a pair of phallic symbols, heralding his masculinity.  His eyes blazed with the intensity of the village he'd just burned down not more than an hour ago.  The ground seemed to tremble and the moon chose that moment to hide itself behind a passing cloud as the most hardcore, badass, manliest man in existence made his debut on Otakuboards. This man was Bear the Viking. Stretching his powerful arms he straightened his tunic and scratched his ass.  "Hey guys!  What are you waiting for?  Christmas?"  He roared through the still open doors at the Short Bus's other occupants.  "Let's go SHOPPING!" [b](OOC - Okay, the MMD has begun.  Just make your character introductions and then I'll move the story forward.)[/b]

Wig monsters? Â Sounds like a good theme for MMD Episode 2. Â The first thread is going up as soon as I post this.

[quote name='Heaven's Cloud' date='01 August 2010 - 01:10 PM' timestamp='1280682639' post='698448'][color="indigo"]I saw [b]Salt[/b] last week and I had a similar problem. Â It is just too unbelievable watching a 110 lbs woman plow through hordes of secret service with one-punch knockout power.[/color][/quote] I had the same problem with the second Resident Evil movie. Â Milla Jovovich is one of my favorite actresses and all but the thought of her, or any other human being for that matter, overpowering the Nemesis with their bare hands is ridiculous. Â

A bunch of bikers are going to show up at his party and eat all of your potatoe salad. Also, I'm all over Lazy Day on the tenth. Â I'll probably be starting a new holiday called Unemployment Day on the eleventh though.