Jesus Chicken

[color=blue]It's really strange and erratic for me. Ideas could come to me anytime, and then I get really excited and have to write. I hung up on an ex of mine because I got the urge to write. Didn't go down to well...obviously. But yeah, I can't write when I'm not in that mood. It has to be more then just the feeling of me wanting to write. I tried writing some poetry without much of an idea, and it was obsolutely shithouse. So yeah. [/color]

[color=blue]Indrid watched the wolf stalk a pheasant through a dew covered glade of ferns. He walked as silently as the wolf that was edging ever closer to the large bird. It picked at the ground pulling a worm from the soft earth. The wolf made it's move. In less then a second it had all happened. The wolf slinked away, with the bird hanging lifelessly between powerful jaws. Indrid watched several ferns sway to a stop, their motion caused from the wolf's passing. Or was it the pheasant's passing? Indrid let out a laugh, and stepped softly out of the glade. He walked for about ten minutes, and ended up in a place he always used for his training. It was a huge open space scattered with giant red-wood trees. The ground was a crimson carpet, the bark of the trees sparkling as the sunlight hit drops of dew in the cool morning air. Indrid watched blue breasted wrens chase each other through the canopy. Then began training his spell. He stood, hands by his side for several minutes, focusing his energy, then he released. Opening his eyes and raising both arms, he lifted a large grey rock into the air. He held it there for longer then a minute...soon he began to sweat and veins started the show through on his arms. A small bird landed on the rock suspended by Indrid's magic and he submitted, letting the rock fall to the ground.[/color]

[color=blue]Yeah, The Harlequin is going to kill me if he reads this...Oh well I love that Dirty Pop song, by N*sync, I don't think thats the right name but damn its a cool song. Also, I can honestly say that Thicke's When I get you alone is damn cool. Yeah, Justin Timberlake's new stuff doesn't sound too bad. I can't remember the name of the song, but it's pretty damn funky as well. OH yeah, and I hate to say it, but I do have a copy of Avril's album...[/color]

[color=blue]It's ok, I haven't been back for very long. I'm interested either way. Name: Indrid Kent Age: 24 Gender: Male World: Gensine Weapon/s: Magic- Drigondria...A basic shielding spell. A large globe of light shrouds around Indrid. This spell prtotects him from both ranged and close-proximity attacks, but not magic. Trisen...This spell grants Indrid great speed. A spell used for retreating mostly. Lichad...This magic grants Indrid a slight use of telekenisis. More practice with this spell and Indrid would be able to move larger objects, but small trees are currently the limit for this spell. Location: Jerrik Bio: Indrid is well known in his village. At the age of three his mother lead him deep into the forest and from that day, his only home as been among the underbrush of those woods. Indrid is most often among the huge trees in the forest, on the edge of the village. He trains both day and night in his ways of magic and has toned his body through excersise abd following a strict diet. He hopes one day to join the clergy, but tradition forbids he join until his father is no longer a member. Indrid has become the protecter of the forest, and anyone who passes through the woods, will be watched by Indrid. He is enchanted by the woods and feels at home there. But of late things have slowly become unbalenced. The animals are migrating or dying in the woods and the trees are falling into ruin and decay. These events have caused great deal of stress to Mr Kent, and it is anyones guess how long before he follows suit of his beloved forest, and falls to ruin. Appearance: See photo...Go Dave...If want something that gives you a better idea, I can put it up, but I think this is quite fitting. [/color] Hope this is good enough. I'm sorry about taking so long.

[color=blue]OOC: Ok, let's get this **** going again, I like where we could go with this RPG. IC [I]Baal watched the two leave the passage, talking slowly. Baal had picked up their names from following the past twenty seconds of conversation. The only reason he hadn't killed them was simply because he felt something in the air around them. A holy aura that Baal hadn't come into contact with since he impaled Jesus with a spear after his crucifiction. Baal summoned a lesser deamon and sent it in their direction, just to see what they would make of the beast. It snarled and knocked the woman down, then ran at the man, who he believed to be known as Seth. Bullets tore through the skull of the creature as it crashed to the ground. Baal withheld a laugh as he turned his attention back to the woman, lying on the marble floor. She was losing alot of blood. Baal began to salivate. Seth fell to his knees next to her and screamed into the room.[/I] "What the hell are you doing? Praying? She's going to die!" [I]Baal wondered whether there was someone else in the room, but he saw no one. Perhaps this Seth man was insane, oh well it didn't matter. The Baal felt it...the room began to pulse with a holy beat. Endless prayers filtered through his ears and ran through his mind. Baal drove one of his human fists into a wall next to him. The humans still did not know he was there, but Baal would have to kill whoever it was that was sending these prayers. Then the prayers were answered. An angel walked calmly across the floor. The humans didn't say a word. Baal clenched his hands and teeth, he tightened his hands until blood began to flow. Then the angel performed a ritual that he had only heard of, but never witnessed up to this moment. The Angel healed the female and then passed on their second essence. Baal couldn't believe his eyes.... The humans were informed of their powers, but Baal didn't catch them. He was still struck by the fact that God had decided it was time for them to be made fighters. It brought a smile to his face actually. They must be doing some damage for God to make such a drastic decision as this. Then Angel then did something even more suprising; It bowed before leaving the room. That clinched it, Baal knew there was something about these two indivduals. After the Angel had gone, he decided it was best that he reveal himself, before he killed them. [/I] "Safehouse? Not very safe if you ask me." [I]His voice echoed through the walls. He materialised before their eyes, dressed in a black singlet, crimson belt and flowing black pants. He looked each of them over, his eyes glowing yellow as the angel bones pulsed at his neck and at each end of his staff.[/I] "You were shown proof that there is a God up there just a moment ago. I am here to show you that evil has it's presence here on this plane of existance." [I]The two exchanged glances of both fear and confusion.[/I] "Perhaps this will help,"[I]Baal offered,[/I] "My name is Baal, I am one of the three prime evils." [I]The effect was instantaneous, bullets ripped through his head and chest as Baal fell to the floor.[/I] "Prime evil my ***!" [I]The woman yelled at his unmoving form. She then spat on him. This didn't sit well with Baal. He rose to his feet and grabbed her by the throat. He lifted her off the ground as the nails on his fingers punctured her skin. He tightened his grip as blood spurted from her veins. Seth screamed but was powerless to move. Baal motioned with his free left hand and Seth was pinned to the floor. Elli choked as the blood drained from her skull, but she remained alive through the ordeal, what came next she didn't however. Baal changed the position of his right hand. He dug his fingers up underneath her bottom jaw, holding her over his shoulder. The lord of Destruction then brought his arm back over his shoulder. Elli flew to the ground at speeds that no human had ever travelled. She hit the ground neck first. Her head snapped back and shattered several of her own vertebrae, the bounced free as the skin of her neck tore apart. Blood flew free from the hole where her head once joined her still rolling head. Baal smiled as Seth tried to close his eyes. Baal held them open, but had yet to lay a hand on his body. [/I] "This was just a warning. Do not be fooled into thinking that gifts from God will save you from the fire. You are too ingnorant to see that this is a fight you can't win. You have seen what I will do to you.'' [I]Baal walked to the place where Elli's head had stopped, and placed one of his Doc's ontop of her skull.[/I] "You can do my work for me here. Find God's son for me, and you shall be blessed with all the strengths of the evils. If you don't aid us..." [I]Baal crushed Elli's head.[/I] "Need I say more?" [I]Baal walked out the front door, leaving behind the blood stained marble. Baal left behind Seth to weep over Elli's already regenerating form. Baal left behind one other who he had not seen. Baal left behind God's son.[/color] Welcome back everyone.

[color=blue]Yeah, I just finished this one. I wrote this over two days, so it changes a little bit. I actually made use of a slight poetic device in this one. I'm so fantastic... Anyway, this one is half about me, half about a good friend of mine. I'm sure he'll figure out it's him. Tell me what you think. Growing Lines... You've seen it happen before when he changes in an instant, he'll follow her where-ever he can, now he's gone, that one who was distant, innocence still exists in the world and he has it in his head, just wanting to be friends at first but he finds himeself in bed, with a girl he wanted as a soul mate, but for that kind of thing, its all too late, he watches the little kids playing in the park, he wishes things weren't so dark, he just wants to be a child again, forget the misery and pain, back to the world where it all was bright, a simple life where it all was right, a simple life with a simple girl, the teacher gives him a sticker-star, leans his head outside the car, a simple life for the little ones, a simple life with a simple girl, now things have changed hes a bit older, the world is smaller, but its much colder, the magic and mystery is gone from his world, he expands his mind around his books, curled, he's growing smart enough to see he's wasting away, but stupid enough, ugly enough, not to change his ways because he's sick of being left by himself on the side of the road, although deep inside, thats exactly where that boy wants to be stowed, but the days are getting longer and the nights getting harder to sleep alone, his time is to come along for him soon, struck dead in three days, harder then stone, the girl she lies forgotten and end of the path with a river running heavy beneath her feet, yes now that he's a man he can see his life is just another road, being crushed beneath the cars of the street...[/color]

[color=blue]Yeah, I only read the ones I'm interested in as well. If you don't mind, I would love to learn about everyone here. What I mean is, tell me about your self. Here's some stuff about me.. First Name: Jack Gleeson Age: 16 Hair Color: Dark brown Eye Color: right now they are pale green, but they change from dark green, to light blue... Height: Around 6? Wardrobe: I only have all black t-shirts except one blank white one (soon to become a pumpkins shirt) and a red Powderfinger shirt. All the shirts I wear have band names on them. Try to wear lots of denim, for the rock look, but who gives... Personality: I am an enigma, a living mystery... *cough cough* No, I'm your typical crazy drummer guy. Hair Style: Long and half curly...just take a look at my pic... Favorite Music Type: Rock Favorite musical Band/Artist: Tool, Pumpkins, RHCP, The White Stripes, Powderfinger, Radiohead, QOTSA...I could go on for a while... Hobbies: Writing music... playing drums and guitar, thats about it.[/color]

[color=blue]I'd just like to accept full responsibility for most of those baby jokes. Still, I give it about a day or two before this thread gets closed because Sere Tuscumbia gets offended again. Don't worry Raven doesn't come up with it. Well she came up with some of it. Well done Luci, I feel like I've achieved something.[[/color]

[color=blue] OOC: This will be the last post I make probably until monday or tuesday. I shall be in Sydney for a wedding, so sorry to everyone about that one. [color=blue]Baal summonned the others. Diablo and Mephisto were curious as to why he needed to talk, but came nonetheless. Each of them stood on the balcony of a mansion that once belonged to one Bill Gates. But since his corpse had just been devoured by Baal himself, they took full advantage of the establishment. "I called you here because there is a problem. God has given a second child to these pathetic humans." The other two brothers simply stood silent. "He has not been born, but has simply been cast on this world a man. He has power beyond which we have seen before. This one will be a problem." There was no need to say what they should do. All three knew that his organs must touch the ground, unprotected by skin. "To find him we must begin recruiting humans and fallen ones to our task. God has hidden him from our sight. But others who work for us can see him. And through their eyes, we will cut him down." Baal was consumed in flame. His destination was London, England. He never liked the English for some reason. Rome had been flattenned already, so the next best thing would do. Baal looked out from the cavity where the clock face of Big Ben once stood. He held it suspended in the air simply staring at the clock face. Then he let it fall to the ground. Screams followed. Music to his ears.[/color]

[color=crimson] The hour is upon us, the prophecy has been fufilled. The Three have taken human form and now walk freely upon the Earth. Diablo, Mephisto and Baal, are free to wreak terror on the world they desire to destroy. There are countless unchecked monsters that crawl from the cracks of hell and into our world, to do the bidding of their summoners. All across the country buildings are falling into ruin, beasts of untold origin feast upon the cadavers that now litter the streets. There are now corpses that aren't simply fed on, but they feed on the living. The world has been thrust into turmoil by the Rising. Heaven has now moved into action against the Prime Evils, but are outnumbered twenty-to-one by summoned deamons alone. The only hope they had was to turn to the remaining humans and take powers that had been reserved for their time above, and bewstow them now. Humans now have the power to fight the Rising. The Three must be stopped before the living drown in the blood of the fallen. The Rising has begun...[/color] [color=blue] The boy walked the desolate streets alone, his footfalls not making a sound on the dusty pavement. Anyone watching this child would have first noticed how clean he was. The area in which he walked was covered in ash, with blood painting the shells of buildings that had fallen into ruin. His white hair blew as a small wind picked up. A man walked out of one of the buildings, armed with a shotgun. He wore a bone necklace strung around his neck. The boy was familiar with those bones. They littered the ground almost as often as the human bones. But these bones were not of this world. [I]"Kid, it's not safe to be out!"[/I] The man called to the child. As if the boy didn't know that. The wind picked up again, sending paper gliding over the once crowded sidewalk. [I]"Look, we've got some food inside if you're hungry. And you'll be well protected. Did they get your folks?"[/I] Inquired the stranger. The child nodded, then slowly began to walk towards the man, picking up speed gradually, then breaking into a run. The two entered the building, the door closing behind them. The child looked around in the dank light. Outside was a clear sky, but in here, most of the lights were broken and the windows were covered with wood, dust, blood or ash. He looked around and saw a small fire glowing the corner. Someone was cooking something. The boy took some water from one of the men, the curled up in a corner and tried to get some sleep to the sound of water dripping through the ceiling... ...About four hours later, the boy was woken up by the sounds of suprise and terror. The boy rubbed his eyes, sitting up and listened as the sounds of terror turned to awe. A bright white light filtered through the boys small hands and hurt his eyes. Standing up the boy noticed they were now in the prescence of an angel. Clenching his hands he walked closer to the group. The angel was casting spells on the humans, and light from the angel transferred to the humans. The walls of the room seemed to glow. The boy stood there smiling, waiting for the spell that was meant for him. But when the angel turned to the boy, a look of fear, suprise and reverance came across the angel's face. Many of the group turned to look at the child as well. [I]"Ah, Tyrael, I thought I'd soon see some of you down here." "It is a cruel game you are playing."[/I]The angel accused the small boy. Smiling the boy simply said, [I]"You have no idea."[/I] Every second human in the room exploded in a shower of blood. The boy's hair was now stained with red, but he smiled even more. A green light rivaled the white one as the boy too exploded, but not in blood. Smoke billowed from a crater where a tall man now stood. The man held a staff, intricately carved, and bladed at each end. "I'm sorry, looks like your spells will have to be a bit stronger then that if you expect them to stand a chance.[/I] A human standing next to the man fired off a shot. Baal put one of the blades through the man's face. Then the remaning humans attacked him. Three seconds later the room was silent again. Baal stood shirtless. Tatoos ran across his chest, back and arms. Patterns and the like was all. No pictures adorned Baal's skin. [I]"Now Tyrael, you've done nothing to stop me from this. You are free to attack aren't you? It doesn't worry me.[/I] Angelic screams filled the air as Baal took the bones from beneath his skin. [I]"They wear bones of my kin, so I shall wear bones of yours."[/I] Baal left the scene, as new blades glowed on the ends of his staff. He walked off into the night, with the same glow pulsing from his new-found necklace.[/color]

[color=blue]Well this is easily the most successful RPG I've ever started. I'm going to kick this one off now, before you all realise that I'm stupid and withdraw your sign-ups. So yeah. This thing is officially closed, If someone else really wants to PM me, they can, but this is more then enough. Everyone has made it, and is fine with what they put down. (Obviously excluding Xion as I mentioned in a pervious post) Lets do this thing.[/color]

[color=blue]No one can stop someone from praying, unless they lock them in a room, and shoot them if they start to pray. I would have to say its a pretty stupid idea. If someone feels they have to pray once every hour or something, they can go to the toilet to do it. Taking someone else's time so that they can do something for them is wasting someone's time. I dunno, I guess religion pisses me off, mainly because people use it to justify ****. Personally I think this is just someone else using it as an excuse to hoarde it over other people. I mean, would there be any chance that nihilists could get sixty seconds out of school to burn a cross or something?[/color]

[color=blue]Well people, I can't say I'm not suprised. I expected to get the normal result of people signing up to my RPG's. Normally, I get Flynn and then some other people who are crap, but by the looks of it, I have some people who can think for themselves. Good stuff. Well everyone is in and unless anyone signs up in the next few days. I plan to start this on sunday or so, so keep thine eyes open. If anyone else is still interested, feel free to sign up. Oh and Xion, you might want to tone down the 50m explosion for the mean time. Your powers will become stronger as the RPG progresses, but for the mean time, drop it back a bit ok? Jc.[/color]

[color=blue]I'm pretty notorious for putting in song quotes, titles and band names where ever possible in the coarse of conversation. Thats always good for a laugh. But after viewing the MTV awards I have made a resolve to put an "izzle" at the end of words. That cracked me up so much, hence I am doing it myself. Of course theres is the adding in of quotes from movies and television shows, especially the simpsons, into convo's. And every now and then I put on an accent for the sake of putting one on. Hell, keeps me entertained.[/color]

[color=blue]Great, its nice to see we are all just as disturbed as small children as we are now. I did a great many stupid things as a child, but I think one of the best ones was pretending to be related to half the girls in my pre-school (kindy for all you yanks!) and probably 'till about grade 2 or 3 in primary school. I used to go around saying that they were my sisters and crap like that. I was such a whore...;) Oh, the other one that I remember. When I was about 6 or 7, and I learned about black and white television. I used to wonder what the world was like back then, as I thought that everything (not just TV) was in black and white. yeah! I've had trouble shaking both oh those ones actually.[/color]

[color=blue]I'm definately going along with the general consensus, being of the opinion that the movie was damn cool. I saw it twice and was just as happy both times, but I would have to say (just lik everyone else) that Depp made the movie. The man was damn funny, damn cool and damn se... I loved the "Thats got to be the best pirate I've ever seen." It was fantastic. Last but not least, I really want Johnny's hair. Get me some dreads.[/color]

[color=blue]The hour is upon us, the prophecy has been fufilled. The Three have taken human form and now walk freely upon the Earth. Diablo, Mephisto and Baal, are free to wreak terror on the world they desire to destroy. There are countless unchecked monsters that crawl from the cracks of hell and into our world, to do the bidding of their summoners. All across the country buildings are falling into ruin, beasts of untold origin feast upon the cadavers that now litter the streets. There are now corpses that aren't simply fed on, but they feed on the living. The world has been thrust into turmoil by the Rising. Heaven has now moved into action against the Prime Evils, but are outnumbered twenty-to-one by summoned deamons alone. The only hope they had was to turn to the remaining humans and take powers that had been reserved for their time above, and bewstow them now. Humans now have the power to fight the Rising. The Three must be stopped before the living drown in the blood of the fallen.[/color] You can play either a human, an angel or one of the Prime Evils. I would prefer that there are some humans in this game, if anyone at all signs up, that is. If more people sign up for the Prime Evils then there are suppossed to be, I'll choose who would be best suited to the role. -The Prime Evils are as follows: *Diablo is the lord of terror. \ *Mephisto is the lord of hatred. | TRY TO ACT LIKE IT... *Baal is the lord of destruction. / - The humans in this game will all start in the same place, as you will be the first group to have been given these holy gifts. -The Angels and Prime Evils can go where-ever. Angels have wings and the Prime Evils can teleport basically anywhere, so don't be afraid to move around alot. Here is what we shall need from you: [color=navy]Race: (Human, Prime Evil, Angel) Name: Age: (only required if human) Sex: (Only for humans and angels, the Prime Evils are all male) Appearance: (Prime Evils are big deamon things, but be creative) Location: (Humans are all in London, but don't worry, it doesn't mean you have to be British!) Weapons: (Go nuts) Skills\Powers\Spells: 4 or 5 should do it... (Humans aren't that strong, but of course Angels have a bit more power. As for the Prime Evils, anything short of a 700 foot wall of fire is ok. If you put in anything to severe, I'll tell you to step it down a notch) Short Bio: (Basically only for humans. If anyone signing up as an Angel whats to put one in thats fine. The Prime Evils don't need one either, less you want to.)[/color] [I]Baal - Myself Mephisto - to be decided Diablo- to be decided [/I] [color=crimson] The Rising has begun...[/color]

[color=blue]No, Wrist Cutter has a reputation to keep up with on OB. He's the sarcastic Ob-er, and no one wants to see him go. No I think people should put a bit more thought into their names if they are already taken. I mean, there can only be one true SS:( Seriously, I think the only problem would arise when we have so many people that even names that are very unique, start becoming taken. And thats only going to happen when we get, at least, 10 000+ members. So I don't think anyone should kick up too much of a fuss. Sure I would have been mighty pissed if Jesus Chicken was taken though. But I could have come up with something that was just as much a representation of me anyway. Get over it.[/color]

[color=blue]Led Zepplin!!! So far I've heard nothing as reliable as I would have liked to on this topic, but I've heard plenty of rumours about it. I've read a few things in Rolling Stone and a couple of other music mags that are printed in Australia. Normally along the lines of [I]"Dave Grolh is rumoured to be the main contender for the drumming spot in Led Zepplin, who are reforming some time next year."[/I] Still, so far most of these things seem to be strong rumours, with no hard evidence as of yet. Due to this, I was just wondering if any of the more knowledgeable folk up here on OB have heard anything on the return of Zepplin.[/color]

[color=blue]If anyone here remembers the movie [I]The Frighteners[/I] with Michel J Fox in it, the remake by the Mutton Birds is on the soundtrack, I do believe. I could be wrong but I don't care. Yeah, I'm with the Harlequin on this, I prefer the cover by the Mutton Birds.[/color]

[color=blue]Damn, thanks for the praise man. Yeah well I write music, so when I write poems I normally have the idea of transforming it into a song in the back of my mind. It's great, this is as personal as I get and still only one person says anything. Whats that they say about true genius being unnapreciated. Or is that idiots are ignored all the time?:P[/color]

[color=blue]Well everyone has an opinion so there is always going to be some form of bias in the media. I'm sure there are news stations out there saying that Islamic terrorists are still attacking Amercan soldiers. And I hope, that out there somewhere, there are newstations saying that American Terrorists are still occupying Iraq. Either way someones going to think one is the right story, and think that other story is wrong, and vice-versa. Bias is just someone telling it the way they think it is. I just have pity on everyone who doesn't get to see CNNNN. It was fantastic.[/color]

[color=blue]Yeah its the usual deal-lio. I wrote this about a minute ago and I was just wanting to get further opinion. But knowing my god damn luck, I'll be pushed to get more then on reply. Hell, I'll even give you some insight into what its all about. Its about me and my brother. I was sleeping out in our shed, and he came home about 6 in the morning and proceeded to get stoned before me. Sure call me tame I don't give a ****, but it scared the hell out of me. He was so childish and it was then that he started to blab on about a whole bunch of ****. So I just sat there and cried for a while. Get bent to anyone who laughed at that ****. I hope you die if you did. Anyway, I realised at the time that I have to do my best to help him with all the **** he's in, and I know he's in more then he lets in which ain't good. So yeah, this is just one way of me expressing it. Tell me what you think, for a change.[/color] No Right "Given something so grand, such a chance was put in your hand, so mess it up, we know its no one elses to make your stand, but why throw away such a perfect gift by taking it down this track, I don't want you to go down like this, getting stabbed in the back, but someone has to see you through and theres no one here but me, I'll do what I can, but I can't hide forever, the things you can't yet see, The strain is getting enough already, and this isn't the way to go, for god sakes you stupid tool, I won't let you float in the flow, I came to pull you out of this plane crash, that has become your life, you were supposed to live to the full, have kids and a beautiful wife, I wish it had turned out perfect and right, I wish it had gone your way, but if things stay in the lane that it is, you won't see the light, of many more days, I can't believe you did this to me, left my by myself to take care of you you don't have any ******* right to give me extra things to do, But you just lay there next to me, answering questions that need no reply, tears of mine fall on your back, a feeling I can't deny, I didn't want to see you this bad, but its taught me something too, I can't let anything slip through my fingers, I can't end up like you."

[color=blue]Well I had the exact opposite of the stressed-out teacher. As a matter of fact, mine was bent most of the time. She was my art teacher, which made it even better. In the term that I had her as a teacher, she was always really happy with anything that had bright-colours. I don't think I need to explain too much there. But about half-way through last year I think it was, she was busted for possession and dealing. Dealing to students, mostly. But it was so damn obvious that she was on the stuff. This teacher of ours would go into the art store room and smoke her...stuff. It was fantastic. Best art class ever[/color]

[color=blue]Hell yeah! I stole the Presidents album from The Harlequin just the other day. I used to listen to them when I was a little kid, well a younger one then I am now anyway. I remember that back then, I wanted to get the album, but because there was one swear word on "Kitty" my mum wouldn't let me get it. Oh well, I've got it now. It's so damn insane, those guys must have some weird animal\insect fetish. Well thats the impression I've gotten from their lyrics.[/color]