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[quote name='Grace][SIZE=1][i]I mean, God forbid someone makes a crack on a Catholic.[/i'][/SIZE][/quote] [size=1]Go rent the movie [u][b]Dogma[/b][/u] and then re-evaluate that statement.[/size] [quote name='Grace][size=1][i]Seriously, isn't there someone else that can get fired upon all the time?[/i'][/size][/quote] [size=1]How about homosexuals, people who can't speak english, the homeless, the poor, foreigners, illegal immigrants, blacks, whites, hillbillys, drunks, addicts, fast food places, angsty teenagers that go on shooting rampages, murderous postal workers, giant corporations that own sweatshops, drug dealers, fat people, and those crazy French? And I've barely scratched the surface. Don't make it out to sound like you're the only one.[/size]

[size=1]Vitali glanced her over quickly, and not without interest. [b]Vitali-[/b] "There might be time for that later, dear, but for now, we need to get out of here." He leaned back and scanned the room subtly. "That phone call I got just now threw a bit of a wrench into the works. I've just become your bodyguard." Two bouncers were eyeing him, and three men at a table were staring at him. "First things first... If there a separate back exit, from the one by the dumpsters?" [b]Sabine-[/b] "Yes, but it's through the dressing rooms." Vitali, slowly got up while plastering a large and expectant smile on his face. [b]Vitali-[/b] "Then lead the way, madame. And make it look like you're taking me back there for a personal meeting, because the bouncers don't worry me. The three gu-" [b]Sabine-[/b] "The three guys across the room in grey suits? You should be. I've seen them in here a few times. Hitmen, though not as suave as you." He gave her a wink and she let her hand trace the zipper on his pants before taking his hand and walking toward the back. He hazarded another glance toward the hitmen and saw them rising. [b]Vitali-[/b] "Quickly, please." He saw one pull a pistol from his coat, and begin walking quickly in their direction. The other two hurried out the front doors. They reached the door to the back room and Vitali felt a hand drop on his shoulder. He turned, hand already curled around the silenced pistol in his coat, and fired a single shot through the lining aiming upward. The hitman dropped like a rock, a small hole about the size of a dime forming under his left eye. Sabine barely looked back, and continued to pull him through the door. A few of the strippers eyed them speculatively, but didn't say a word. Apparently prostitution was a bit normal around Captain Creams. The exit door burst open into the middle of another alley, and they ran into the cool night air. Vitali heard the sound of a bullet rushing past his head, and dropped to the ground pulling Sabine with him. He twisted around, landed on his ass, and shredded the seat of his black pants to tatters. On of the hitmen was at the end of the alley. Sabine, not expecting it, landed on her knee shredding the skin covering it to tatters. He popped off two quick shots. The first missed, high and to the right, but the second hit its mark. The hitman stumbled and fell, clutching his stomach. Vitali quickly got up, pulling her to her feet, and began running again. [b]Vitali-[/b] "My car... Two blocks south... Of 11th... And Jenea..." He huffed out the words as they ran. Goddamn cigarettes...[/size]

[size=1]I was making brownies at a friends house. We must have did [i]something[/i] wrong because we baked those brownies for about a hour over what they called for after discovering that there was a cooked crust over the top, but everything underneath the crust was still liquid. We figured that if one hour and forty-five minutes worth of baking didn't make it safe enough to eat, nothing would. So we crumbled up the crusty part, and sprinkled the crumbs and goo over vanilla icecream. They were the best brownies I'd ever had.[/size]

[size=1]Simmer down, people. I don't want this thread, which is prroducing a good level of discussion, to be closed because of a couple of angry zealots.[/size]

[QUOTE=Hanabishi Recca]And your answer is no. For the reason that every time I try to talk someone about the Bible they always shrug off reasons. So I won't even try to discuss such a thing with you.[/QUOTE] [size=1]From what I've learned, believing in a certain religion is not about reason/s. It's about faith. And gathering what little information I can about you, you either don't have much faith in yours, or you just don't know what you're talking about. I will never flame anyone for their beliefs, no matter how different from mine. So I repeat, enlighten us.[/size]

[img]http://schadenfreude.cogitox.com/images/jackalope!.jpg[/img] [size=1]Behold the glory of the JACKALOPE![/size]

[QUOTE=Hanabishi Recca]But, you don't really know until 'this and this' happends. You know, people who are aren't christians won't understand that.[/QUOTE] [size=1]So enlighten us.[/size]

[size=1]I've never seen Manhattan, but a few friends of mine rave about it. ? Sandals, because feet open to the air while still protected is awesome. ? My Bike ? Disc Golf ? Coffee ? My Job, even though I'm getting a new one. ? Latenight fires with my friends. ? Staying up late enough on a bidaily basis to watch the sun rise. ? Music ? Beast Wars ? Full Metal Alchemist ? PS2 & XBox ? Poker ? Chess ? Long Conversations with my friends. ? Pink Floyd[/size]

[size=1]So, last night before getting to my friends house, I get stopped by a rather ragged looking man. He hands me a piece of paper and says he'll pray for me. I nod, smile, and note how much like vodka he smells. After I get to my friends house, a short block away, I open up the piece of paper. It says something about how, supposedly, today (6-6-06) the world is going to be consumed by the apocalyptic fire and that I should get myself to the nearest church and repent. [b]o_O[/b] So far, so good. Nine hours into it and no fire, brimstone, or horsemen. How is everyone else handling this completely blown out of proportion date? Cowering at the steps of a church? Participating in lame examples of satanism? Or just going about it as normal, because it's nothing special? And perhaps we can get a goood theological discussion about the end of the world going while were at it.[/size]

[size=1]I believe in recycling, so I hope that my soul would be funneled back into another body so it wouldn't go to waste.[/size]

[size=1]I guess that is the calfs were infants, it would work. But anything over more than a month would be extremely difficult to do. But I'll be damned if I don't want to try it sometime.[/size]

[QUOTE=Retribution][size=1]I was pointing out the fact that he was talking about people who aren't actually smart, but act like they are. I was pointing out that even his act was downright awful. I suppose you missed this... either that, or you were just being [strike]obnoxiously[/strike] sarcastic. Pseudointellectuals are annoying, and that's all there is to it. If you don't know something about a given topic, please, spare us and remain silent until you do.[/size][/QUOTE] [size=1]I love ya Retri, but since when did a Mod-Job constitute a superiority complex?[/size]

[size=1][b]Answer:[/b] Innova Innova is a company that makes disc golf discs that are PDGA approve. (PDGA: Professional Disc Golf Asociation) teirsp [i]Hint:[/i] Lemon Lime goodness.[/size]

[size=1][b]Answer:[/b] Lateralus ninvao [i]Hint:[/i] PDGA Approved[/size]

[size=1][b]Answer:[/b] The DaVinci Code Far too easy. hatw het elbpe od ew onwk [i]Hint:[/i] Movie debating Quantum Physics and such.[/size]

[size=1]Slower speeds in car accidents is not a determination of how badly people are hurt. Consider that crashing into something in a vehicle going five miles an hour is, roughly, equivalent to pedaling your bike into a brick wall at top speed. Recently here in Milwaukee, a man drove his car off of a bridge and into the ground thirty-five feet below. He wasn't harmed. He was also drunk, and fell asleep behind the wheel. When you're asleep, you're calm and loose (not endorsing drinking and driving). If you want to get out of an accident without serious injuries, stay loose. A loose body had alot more give then a tensioned body. If you want an example, flex your right bicep as hard as you can, then try and pull the muscle. Then try and pull it while you're not flexing. Now on the topic of speed cameras, I doubt it would help. People would just learn where the cameras are and not speed there. It would only reduce accidents and violations in certain areas.[/size]

[size=1]I sleep. It's the best feeling in the world to sleep when there's none of the buzzing from electronics and the such. That's probably why I like to camp so much.[/size]

[quote name='Avenged666fold']... Your not twenty one yet. So why you wanna be drunk offa nasty booze.[/quote] [size=1]Obviously, you've never been drunk. When you're drunk you can sing, people are laughing with you, you suddenly become a suave gentleman, idiotic feats are automatically within your grasp, and every single conversation deserves your loud and immediate discussion. And Sara, you forgot the pickle and beer chaser. :D[/size]

[size=1]Oil change centers. It gets really busy during the summer. With the increased temperatures, people become a little more aware of the condition of their vehicle. Plus the majority of oil changes work on a commision plus hourly wage.[/size]

[size=1]On an extremely hot, blisteringly sunny, day, cut a bunch of designs in bologna and stick them to the hoods and sides of cars making sure they're in direct sunlight. Over the course of the day, the bologna will strip the paint off, leaving a nasty smell and a messed up car.[/size]

[size=1]Vitali made sure to sit in a highly visible portion of the bar. Suspicion was something he didn't need, but probably had already. She walked out of the back room from a door with yet another bouncer. At least they hadn't discovered the others body yet. The bartender poured her a drink immediately, as she sat next to him. She stuck a cigarette inbetween her lips and he automatically flicked his zippo to life. She took a long drag, and leveled her eyes at him. [b]Sabine-[/b] "So... You wanted to talk." He nodded and crushed his own cigarette out in the ashtray. He took a sip of water and inhaled deeply. [b]Vitali-[/b] "Sabine, I'm a talent scout of sorts. Now don't get the wrong idea, I'm not one of the people trying to pick up a girl like you for a night in bed." He took a sip of water again and looked evenly into her eyes. "But my customers do." He'd went over this several times over the last hour. "We're not an escort service. We're not glorified pimps. [i]And[/i] we maintain a strict no intercourse policy. But you'd be surprised what some people will pay for." He looked around the club. The crowds were beginning to disperse. "This place has no room for advancement. Sure you do pretty good, but what I'm offering you can, and will, pay thousands of dollars a week. The worst you'll ever have to do is maybe jerk a guy off." He sipped his water again. "We mostly deal in bondage and domination. The best of the best." The bartender coughed. [b]Barkeep-[/b] "Call for you sir." Vitali looked at the man. [b]Vitali-[/b] "For me?" [b]Barkeep-[/b] "Yessir." He sat there for a moment, shocked, then quickly gathered his head. [b]Vitali-[/b] "Tell them one minute." The bartender nodded and walked back to the phone. "We've been watching you for a while, pardon the way it sounds. But you are an extremely beautiful young woman that obviously has a flair for certain activitites judging from the way you enjoy dressing on stage." He took another sip. "Now, I know I haven't let you get a word in. I've done it on purpose. The phone call wasn't part of my pitch, but it will give you a bit more time to think about it." He looked into her eyes again, eyes that gave away no emotion at all. "I'll be back in a minute or two. Just keep in mind that this is a one time offer." He stood and walked over to the far end of the bar. The barkeep handed him the phone and walked into the back room to allow for privacy. [b]Vitali-[/b] "Who is this?" The line was quiet for a moment. [b]Marcoh-[/b] "V, it's Marcoh. We just got a new offer." [b]Vitali-[/b] "Marcoh, I'm on a job right now. I told you, no more until Friday." Marcoh went silent again. [b]Marcoh-[/b] "It concerns your current mark. I just got a Protection Contract from an unknown party over the wire. They're promising immediate transfer of forty grand into our offshore Swiss, if you drop the Terminate Order and take this." Vitali licked his lips and looked over the bar to Sabine. Protection, aye? [b]Vitali-[/b] "Confirm it. Tell them the job starts when the funds are secure." [b]Marcoh-[/b] "Ok, give me a second." He heard the tapping of a keyboard. "Linked directly to the Swiss National Bank system... Just sent the acceptance code. Now all we have to do is wai- Jesus!" Vitali gripped the phone. "It's already in there. I just watched the transfer. Jesus Chri-" [b]Vitali-[/b] "Details. Now." His whole cover story had just been shot to pieces. [b]Marcoh-[/b] "Ok... Protection Contract. Um... One week, maybe one week four days. Authorized use of deadly force. Death or capture will terminate the contract and result in complete withdrawl of funds. Travel and other expenses covered in full. Sounds like your kind of job." [b]Vitali-[/b] "Yeah..." His mind was reeling. What was so important about this stripper that one side wanted here dead, and the other alive? "I'll contact you later tonight by pay phone." He hung up and ran a hand through his hair. This would be interesting.[/size]

[size=1]Vitali sat stage-side, sipping gingerly at a whiskey sour. The alcohol coursed slowly down his throat and made his stomach into a loose ball of smoldering coals. He lit another cigarette and watched the smoke rise to the ceiling, not interested in the dancers on stage in the slightest. None of them matched the description he was given. He tilted his head back and shut his eyes, waiting for the cue of changing music. He smoked. He sipped. He watched. He listened. And finally, the music changed. The lights dimmed to a bright and vibrant red glow, and the music picked up. Vitali looked up, his cigarette still dangling in one corner of his mouth, and realized two very important and contrasting things. One, he's never had a target that looked as cunning as this one did. And two, whoever wanted her dead was going to dish out an extra five grand. The girl had a following. Whoops and whistles filled the air. Bills were flashed from every direction. This wasn't going to be easy. Sabine glided onto the stage. He saw her glance around the audiance once, a quick flick of her eyes that was barely noticable unless you were looking for it. She stopped at the end of the catwalk, and waited, poised, for the music to change. It had been slow at first, musical and tasteful, which she had accentuated with he gliding body movements. It changed quickly, increasing in tempo and intensity. She grabbed strongly onto the two poles placed on either side of her, and flipped backward, landing perfectly with her left foot planted firmly on the floor and her right leg extended out to her right. The crowd yelled louder and she began pulling herself around the rim of the stage, collecting the bills men and women alike were holding out to her, slowing every once in a while to give a big spender an extra few seconds look. Vitali reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out five hundred dollar bills and a pen. He scribbled a quick note on the top-most one and stood. She was making her way to his side of the stage, and he planned to be seen. He flicked his arm out, the bills completely lit up by one of the stage lights. Her eyes homed in on the large bills like a hawk, and she slunk over. She ran her hands over his chin and neck, sliding them down his arm and eventually to his hand, taking the bills from him with immaculate grace. He flashed her a smile and tapped the top bill twice before it was out of his reach. Her sexuality dissapeared for a moment, eyes filled with utter scrutiny. He smiled again and turned his back on the stage, walking back toward the bar. Her eyes followed him for a moment, before falling back into her routine. Once he was at the bar, he ordered a gin and tonic. He sipped it slowly, watching the end of Sabines routine. She glanced out across the audiance again before dissapearing into the back. Vitali lit another cigarette and waited. ??? [i]"I have a job offer for you. If you're interested, meet me at the bar, and we'll talk."[/i] [b]-V.[/b][/size]

[size=1]You could look at it with more of a spiritual eye. If I have my cake, then eat it, the cake is now a part of me. Hence still having my cake, after eating it, even though said cake is no longer visible.[/size]

[size=1][i]A two player RPG. [b]neuvoxraiha[/b] and myself. However, you're more than welcome to read along.[/i] [center]???[/center] Vitali stood slowly. He'd been sitting on a bus-stop bench for the last hour, reading the daily paper and smoking his last, or so he continuously told himself, pack of cigarettes. The moon hung over the towering buildings like a silver eye, round and shining. He checked his watch, pulling up the sleeve of his black suit. Quarter to ten. Right on schedule. He took one more drag off his cigarette and flicked it into the street, watching it cartwheel in the air until finally striking the blacktop in a spray of sparks. He ran a hand through his black hair while exhaling the smoke, and started walking across the street toward Captain Cream's. [b]Vitali-[/b] "Jesus Christ..." What exactly was the adult entertainment business coming to when a strip club could be named something so utterly without taste? It was almost as bad a Vegas, with it's 'LIVE NUDES' blazing in red neon on every corner. He walked past the door and into the alley running adjacent to the club. Further in the alley was the backdoor to the strip club. There was usually a bouncer guarding the door. As Vitali turned the corner he smiled. The bouncer, as it had been every night for the past three, was a big beefy guy by the name of Marco. Ah reconnaissance. He put on a goofy grin, closed his eyes halfway, and started weaving. [b]Vitali-[/b] "Oi! Big feller!" Accents were an art. Fake accents doubly so. Marco turned toward the sound of his voice. "Where's the entrance to this 'ere fine establishment?" The man looked him over once. A drunk englishman, in a wrinkled black suit with a button-up white undershirt undone at the neck, and expensive looking shoes. He sighed and pointed back the way he had come. [b]Marco-[/b] "That way, guy. Just go back the way you came." Vitali stopped, swayed drunkenly on the spot, and appeared deep in thought. [b]Vitali-[/b] "You mean," he pointed back up the alley, "that way?" [b]Marco-[/b] "Yup." Vitali started to turn. [b]Vitali-[/b] "Thankyou sir." The bouncer turned back around and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. [b]Marco-[/b] "Don't menti-" He fell in a heap on the floor. Vitali replaced his silenced 9mm in it's holster, under his arm, and walked over to the door. He quickly pulled the bouncer behind a dumpster, and checked his watch. Five to. Perfect. His target was one of the strippers at Captain Cream's. The bounty was twenty thousand. He didn't ask questions. A good mercenary didn't. All he'd been given was a name, Sabine, a detailed description, and a time limit. That was three days ago. The limit was four. Vitali opened the door and stepped inside.[/size]

[size=1]I've finished the series multiple times, and have yet had a proper idea on how to make a playable Dark Tower RPG. And I don't think anyone should even try without finishing all seven books. But if either of you want to throw ideas around, feel free to get in touch. [b]AIM:[/b] darkorderknight0[/size]