Jesus Chicken

[I]Raistlin had successfully joined the group of companions. He had acheived his goal so far and had begun to start a new life for himself. He wondered what the group would do about Blaze, who had been captured by some evil humans and his torment seemed endless. When Raistlin searched out in his mind, searching for a sign for Blaze, all he could feel was overwhelming pain and he knew that Blaze must be saved from such torture.[/I]

[/I]Jesus was getting angry, he wanted to kill stuff and anything would suffice, well especially the giant seagulls flying overhead and they were looking at the group as if they were a meal. All of a sudden PBBB was crushed under a splat of white (go figure) and the rest took a step back, looked up and prepared for a battle.[/I]

OOC: Well it was going well until the devil bird thingy, I lost it after that, but let's say that Lacriox has returned and the devil bird thing didn't happen cause I have got it after that. Lacriox has come along to confront us, obviously and has reappeared nearby Ben and Siren, any objections?

OOC: The RPG has been resurrected! IC: [I]A new day dawned over the tavern were the group resided. Soon they would wake, and find that it would be time to set off, once again on thier quest to vanquish evil from their land.[/I]

[I]Raistlin didn't know very much of his companions, but he found out who the cabin belonged to and it ws fine that he stayed there. Raistlin hadn't left the area for some time, but had been spending hours in discussion with Lacriox, talking about what was happenning to the Mire, and the two were becoming freinds.[/I]

OOC: Jesus, I wasn't expecting that. I didn't actually expect you to. IC [I]Raistlin had been standing watching this ordeal through the trees and couldn't help but choke as he saw the pain reflected on the distruaght lover, left alone. Yet, his outcry of pain had given away his possission.[/I]

OOC: You two of course, and I sincerely doubt that anyone is worse than either of you, let alone you put together. IC [I]Raistlin edged a little closer, listening to the banter of the two lovers.[/I]

OOC: For once, can you two make an RPG without you getting onto each other, please for gob's sake? [I]Raisltin woke from his slumber, in Lacriox's bed, althought he did not know who it belonged to at the time. He stepped outside and decided to explore the place that his map called the Mire. He took off but soon saw, people, well what looked like people anyway. Raistlin flew nearer to the clearing where they were standing, and landed nearby.[/I]

[I]Jesus stepped out into the sunshine and wondered why the hell he was still in this Gob forsaken town. Yipe! was such a hole he wondered why anyone else was still in this Gob forsaken town and why the bunnies wanted it so much. Oh well, Gob had been screwing with the world for some time and it looked like he was only going to make it worse.[/I] Jesus: Hey, what the hell are we supposed to do? Lacriox: Kill the bunnies, how should I know? Jesus: Good point. Lacriox: I thought so. Jesus: Can we kill them now then?

Ok, this is my first attempt at a Role Play, so bare with me. This is based on the game Black and White in which you play god (it's gonna be fun!) You can choose to be a god or a person who lives under the reign of a god. Every god has an animal that is sacred and represents his religion. We are all confined to the Earth, but it is not current day setting, about 500 BC. You may be as evil or as easy as you want to be. Feel free to interact with everyone and wage wars on one another or you could all just get along, but that would be no fun... Perform miracles, punish unloyal followers, slaughter other gods sacred animals whatever. Have a good time. You will need to fill out the following details. I will be posting who made it in, regardless of numbers. Name: Serj Animal: Tiger Location: 7 (Don't be afraid to have more than one of you competing for the same ground.) I think this is all that we need to know for the moment.

It's pretty damn good. I like it, you have done very well. Do you draw often, as practice makes perfect and that is well on it's way. 8.9/10. Well done.

[I]Raistlin brought up his staff and spun it once over his head. He began to cast one of hs spells. A brilliant flash of lightning coarsed over the spiders, the effect of which, caused some to burst into flames sending the smell of burning flesh over the area where they were combating the spiders. Their numbers had been reduced to six but the spiders were worthy foes. After casting his spell, Raistlin spun into the fight, in a hurricane of blades.[/I]

I think there would be conflicts and wars, but once a month there would be a civil war in every country... figure it out. There would be alot more cooking shows and such compared to footy on friday nights. Everything would change and alot of history and differrent opinions would be lost. There would be many things forfiet due to such a strange predicament. Oh well I doubt we will ever see such a place.

I made a new banner with some help from Ravenstorture and have decided to change from current banner to this. Please, feedback is always welcome.

[I]Raistlin walked into the town, wongs tucked behind his back, yet still visable. He attracted many a nervous glance walking into the small town, not many of the residents had seen many elves let alone elves with wings. Raistlin strolled up to the bar and stepped inside. He was soon met with some men asking him to leave. Raistlin should have suspected this, subconsciously, he did. But he had driven it to the back of his mind as it hurt when he thought about it. After being escorted out of the bar, he took flight, searching for a place where he could find some peace. Raistlin found it, a dark, dank hole. Monsters roamed the area, and he knew that would deter most. Raistlin landed in a part of the swamp, close to the centre. He noticed something that looked like a house, or shack of some sort. He walked up towards the house, looked around, no one in sight, and stepped inside.[/I]

I hate to have to do this, but I can't keep up. I have been very sick lately and I find it very hard to concentrate most of the time. I have missed too much of this RPG so I am dropping out, sorry everyone. You can keep playing my character if you want to, just becuase he is insane. Have fun.

I hate to have to do this, but I can't keep up. I have been very sick lately and I find it very hard to concentrate most of the time. I have missed too much of this RPG so I am dropping out, sorry everyone. You can keep playing my character if you want to, just becuase he is insane. Have fun.

The Simpsons are an indespensible source if anyone is looking for quotes for example... OTTO: *Staring at hand* They call 'em fingers, but I ain't ever seen 'em fing! Oh wait! There they go! That stuff just cracks me up. OF course there is always stuff like Peasant: Ah! Now we see the violence inherited in the system! Come and see the violence inherited in the systme!Help! HELP! I'm bein' repressed! You see that! You see him repressin me?!? Gob Bless Monty Python

[I]The group ventured forth into the tangle of webs and coccoons. Zan was leading the group with his sword drawn and was cutting his way through the webs as the rest followed behind, single file. They eventually reached the end of the maze of webs. They had made it out safely and had not been sidetracked by any overly large spiders, something which the whole group was thankful for.[/I]

[I]Raistlin landed on the shire of the Human Continent and collapsed. He had been flying for about 6 hours and was exhuasted from his journey. After a few minutes of lying in the sand, he thought it best that he left this area, as the humans fishing nearby were giving him strange looks. Raistlin rose from the sand, picking up his staff and wandered off towards the nearest town.[/I]

Name: Jesus Chicken Equipment: Weapon- Electric Guitar Armour- Spaghetti Plate Helm- Jester Hat with bells (BEWARE THE BELLS!!!) Other- Onion on his belt (belt made of spinnach) Bio: The son of Gob. He was sent to Yipe by Gob and has been taught to duel by Schmoses, his father. His mother was a ferret, as was the style at the time.

Once again, good work. I noticed your style is very similair to the last one, so it looks a bit like you have just switched the words. There is nothing wrong with the actual poem, by the way, Do you like Jimmy Hendrix?

I think you should send that to Amnesty International or 40hour Famine, some organisation like that. It would be a good advertising campaign for them as it makes people think that there is always someone worse off then them. Good work.

[I]Despite Laliath's suspicions(spelling?) all was well through the night, and all had a well deserved sleep. Indrid woke that morning, next to Angel, not under the same covers but near her. Indrid felt it was his duty to protect her, and his goat, but he thought if it came between the goat and Angel, he would have to choose Angel. Indrid thought it best that he let her rest and got up, as quietly as he could. Indrid paced up the beach and noticed that Laliath had woken as well.[/I] Indrid: Good morning Laliath. Lalaith: Oh, hello Indrid. Sleep well? Indrid: Yes, I think everyone did, well Angel did and she's why I'm here. How did you sleep. Lalaith: I can't help but feel we are being watched. Then and now, I had very little sleep and what sleep I found was restless. Indrid: We are always being watched, he have been since we left and it's not likely to change.

Which name? Jesus Chicken? Well it's from a game, Final Fanatasy 9 to be exact. Myself and The Harlequin were playing a game, and he just got a Chocobo and I noticed it could run across the water and I just yelled "Jesus Chicken!" It was quite humerous at the time, and it's my alias now, as my freind's is The Harlequin. Is that what you wanted to know, Genkai?