Sign Up Wastelands [M-VLS]

[JJ]

[Font=Arial]?Peace. It is a very fickle thing and all throughout history; it has been shattered with no second thought. In the end, when power lies on the line, a leader will always destroy it, ignoring all other options. This, like most problems, is how ours started.

Our ?world? consisted of our boards, Otakuboards, the bordering board, GameFaqs, and their neighbor, elvenwandboards.elf. Each board had its own population with their own agendas, but they were united under one banner.

For GameFaqs it was sheer number. Every day, people flocked from the other two boards to GameFaqs for its promise of jobs and real, down to earth people. What it really was, was a dictatorship. One man ruled while the rest of board scrambled to make ends meet to support his or her family.

That one man was Gunther, better known as G-Man101. His iron fist controlled every soul that entered GameFaqs. None of those souls has left GameFaqs to this day. They toil away at crappy jobs for crappy pay. No matter what social group you were in, everyone sits on the same level of hell on GameFaqs.

In a way, it?s Gunther?s darkest secret. To most people on the outside, GameFaqs was a happy place. Very few people knew what really went on behind those high walls. The hell that people toiled in was unknown to most of the more productive citizens of the other two lands.? I started, starring into the dusty webcam.

?JJ, you never told me. Why didn?t you tell me all this?? Jamie demanded, taking a drag of her cigarette.

?You know why. James?. made me swear to never tell soul. I could't Jamie. I never told anyone. I have to now. The world needs to know what has been going on. After?? I trailed off.

?JJ, it?s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. Now get on with your story. EAN?s probably already dying to know where we are.? Jamie said, softly.

?OtakuBoards was a happy place. We all lived in peace, most of the time and lived life, as it should be lived. Doing what we wanted to. The place thrived and everyone was happy.

We lived under the rule of James. Through an election process, he swore himself in and has not left since. No one has complained though, because as time progressed, he began to take members under his wing and into his office. Both of them were in previous offices, Dagger taking care of foreign relations and Desbreko heading a large computer manufacturing company.

Of course there were many people scattered in important jobs, but it never seemed like anyone was any better than anyone else was. Of course there were those that thought because they had been around longer, that they were better, but in a way, they kind of were. The younger members admired them and it went straight to their heads.

In a way, I guess it contributed to what happened. I do not know why, but corruption from above is never a great way to watch things go. Especially after the war broke out.? I continued, swiping a stray tear from my grubby cheek.

?JJ, you can stop if you need to. Take a break. Pause the camera and get yourself together. People aren?t going to die?? Jamie started, breaking herself off in mid-sentence.

Who was she kidding? Of course people were going to die if I took a break. People were dying everyday. That?s the way things are. I have to continue. I cannot stop now.

?EWB was, and is, utter and total chaos. Not much more can be said. The government tries without effort to control its inhabitance, but they don?t want to listen. They run around, scream about pointless things and whine about being banned because of it.

I myself could never journey over there because the bright colors I could see on the nightline sky were too much for me. I guess I have always enjoyed the more serene peace that you could find any given day in OB.

Its government is a very simple monarchy with INYUASHA_FANGURL69 ruling on the throne now. She seems to have gotten everyone under control and organized, but I doubt it will last long. I also doubt she has done it so easily without outside influence. Something is not right.

Either way, it has all gone to hell now. The death toll initially was mind-blowing?? I faltered.

?You need to explain everything now JJ. Tell them everything. From the first bomb to now.? Jamie commanded, taking a deep puff of her cigarette.

?Then I?d need to explain the Games, too, no?? I replied.

?Damn straight. This is going out beyond what we have here. This needs to stop.? Jamie said, clenching her fist.

?Right, then onto the games.? I said, flatly.

?Each of our communities had its good and bad points, but we also had our strengths. That?s where the Land Wide, ?One for All? games came in. Every year we held a competition. A competition in which we sent our best out to represent us. Every year the games were different, but they were never dull.

From gaming competitions to physical contests, every year guaranteed entertainment and excitement. Two years ago, OtakuBoards was sitting on a winning streak of three years and EWB and GameFaqs were out for the win. GameFaqs murdered us in the video game competition and with that, were seated back upon their throne of winning.

Terrorism destroyed last year?s games. Someone hired bombers to blow up the stage and fan sections of the Arena in EWB that killed over 30,000 members of all three boards. Everyone closed their borders and everyone was sent back where they belonged.

That was beginning of it all.? I said, setting the microphone down.

?I can?t go on Jamie. The rest--the lies, the death. I can?t deal with it anymore. Much less talk about it. It?s like? I?m spitting on the dead.? I said, on the verge of tears again.

Jamie just looked on and continued to smoke her cigarette. She seemed to handle things differently, just picking up smoking and clamming up about everything. I did not know how to let things out and I still cried. The guilt I still feel to this very moment, it is unbearable.

Therefore, I took a cigarette from Jamie and sat down at the table. I lit up and puffed. Somehow, I did not think most people I knew would not approve, but, I needed something to calm me. The pills were not working, so I will have to settle with the cancer sticks.

Either way, I still needed to finish it all. This needed to get out. So, I stuck on a game face and walked back to the computer. I turned the camera back on and picked the microphone up.

?It all rolled down hill from there. Corruption struck in EWN and OB?s governments. Desbreko, while getting money on the side, changed his opinions and decisions on the passing of laws and regulations.

Dagger was working for herself and no one else. Most of what she did slowly began to make less sense. From voting 'Yes' to newbie restriction bands to her 'No' on the new jail, Dagger was a loose cannon.

James was the only person anyone in OB could count on. Everyone else was looking out for the big number one, leaving those of us who had no true voice out in the cold.

It was three months ago today that we found out who had sent the terrorists. A notice from EWB that told us to send a couple of delegates to speak with INUYUASHA_FANGURL69 was received and I, being in the position I was in, was chosen to go.

As backup, James sent Alan and a couple of his underlings, in case EWB was setting a trap. We flew in, got to the palace and sat down with the queen in little under eight hours. She was very receiving of us and did not fool around.

?GameFaqs wants to destroy us both. Gunther sent the terrorists. I sent a spy into GameFaqs and this is what he broadcasted back before being killed.?

The words chilled me down to the bone and the pictures just kept my body cold. I couldn?t believe what I was seeing. The whips cracking upon unsuspecting members back?s, the bloodied streets and the horrible living conditions. I grabbed the photos and left.

I did not care what anyone else wanted; I caught the next flight back to OB as my thoughts swam. My entire world caved in as I continued down the same track of mind. Everyone was lying to us. GameFaqs was a menace and as such, it needed to but shut down.

I got back, threw the photos on James?s desk and left. I drove around the City, not knowing what else to do.

A while later, I called a couple of friends and went club hopping, ignoring the fact I had a serious date with more than one person. I just could not bring myself to do anything than drink and enjoy the massive crowds.

That was when GameFaqs launched its attack. No one could have foreseen it. It was all too sudden as the bombs fell upon the very ground we walked upon. Buildings quickly fell as the explosions rocked the place, killing many.

Then, the nuclear warhead dropped, destroying everything within a fifty-mile radius of City Hall. Downtown and the edge of the suburbs were just gone. There was nothing left. Luckily and unluckily for myself, we had all driven out to a club on the border, so all we felt were the shockwaves.

I still feel the guilt of knowing I left that group of people in the restaurant. I still think about the pain they had felt. I still think about how they are dead because of me. It haunts me. I?m not sure I can deal anymore. I?m just not so sure.? I said, flatly.

I shut the camera off and set the microphone down for the last time. Jamie set a comforting hand and my shoulder and I set my hand upon hers. It was time.

[B]Signups[/B]

Well, here you have it. The brainchild of Ezekiel and myself. Obviously, this is a dark sci-fi theme, so humor?s not going to be stressed.

One thing I do want to point out now. If you?re not joining for the long haul, don?t join. I don?t want to see someone drop out in like three weeks. It?s not fair to everyone else. This is also going to require serious quality from you all. None of these two paragraph posts that make no sense.

I really guess I?m asking for dedication.

Now, there are only three places open. We?ll be five in total, but Ezekiel and myself each have one reserved place.

Now, if you?re still reading, here?s the signup.

[B]Screenname[/B]-

[B]Nickname[/B]- (When applicable)

[B]Appearance[/B]- Picture and or written is OK.

[B]Personality[/B]- How is your character? What makes them tick? Why do they do the things they do?

[B]Weapons[/B]- Here?s the fun part. Just about anything?s OK, as long as it?s not too high tech. No huge lasers of doom or anything, although a laser gun?s OK. Maximum of three weapons.

[B]Writing Piece[/B]- Here?s where it gets interesting. I don?t want a Bio or a Snippit of your character in action, I want something written by you.

There?s no topic or anything like that, but it cannot exceed 1000 words or be under 500 and it should be something sci-fi-ish. If it?s not, that?s OK, but really try people.

[B]Notes[/B]- Anything else you deem necessary.


Well that?s everything folks. I?ll get my signup along in a bit. Any questions should be directed to the Underground thread.[/font]

[Starwind]

[B]Screen Name: [/B] Starwind

[B]Nickname:[/B] Gene or Outlaw

[B]Appearance:[/B]
[IMG]http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/CoolGunman.jpg[/IMG]

[B]Personality:[/B] Care free and easy going for the most part. He's very into the idea of taking life one day at a time and not rushing anything. At that token he also doesn't like being rushed to any sort of end and is often referred to as lazy. His taste in music, however, hardly reflects this, as he is into the world of heavy and metal rock music. As such he can be found at most rock clubs and concerts.

He does have a soft spot for the little guy and will stand up for the ones who can't look after themselves. He is neither a tough guy or an ego maniac, he's just a laid back guy who kicks the crap out of bullies. He likes to encourage others to try harder, even though he seems to barely even qualify as working himself. He doesn't have many friends but the ones he does have are very loyal and close to him.

[B]Weapons:[/B] He packs a pair of handguns. 357 caliber, a nasty weapon to get hit with. He also carries a circular knife (a knife with a multiple blades coming from equally distant angles with all the blades reared out in the same direction) that has three blades on it measuring 5 inches each.

[B]Writing Piece:[/B] He walked toward the warm light from the sun rising on the horizon. The cliff was steep and the waters of the ocean glistend with a golden hue. His left arm was begining to feel stiff, as the white light began to grow more vibrant, eminating from his very flesh. The wings on his back, of a beautiful silver color, shimmerd along with the water by the light of the rising sun. Ross stood far behind him, still staring at him. She could only think what he was doing, he needed help, so why was he just standing there enjoying the veiw.

Ross held her place there behind the tall oak tree and simply watched him as the light from his arm grew brighter by the passing moment. She wanted to just jump out and smack him for not doing anything. Was this really where he wanted it to end? They had worked so hard, none more then him, to reach this place. To reach the future that now finally belonged to them, and he was going to just let himself fade away without a fight at all! She was filled with sadness and anger at this, but she couldn't bring herself to hit him or even yell at him now.

Emilio could feel his arm growing tight, but it was not cold like a dying man should be. Maybe it was because, despite what they had tried to make of him, he was never really a human. This didn't matter anymore, not here. He had reached the end of his road, his goal in which he had spent his whole life in pursuit. He finally felt as if he had done his father proud. Maybe father John Paul was watching him right now from high above and was praising him for his deed. Or maybe he was condemning him for destroying it.

In his right hand, Emilio held it's final shard. This was all that was left to tell this bloody tale. Emilio could feel Ross's angerd and mournful eyes at his back. He turned slowly to see her standing with tears in her eyes and her body trembling. He smiled to her warmly and waved her over. She remained still for a moment, but left from behind the tree and slowly walked toward him. Emilio's arm was almost completely comsumed by light at this point.

Ross walked up and stood before the ever humble Emilio and couldn't keep the tears from running. all she could think was what had he been fighting for to let it end like this? She took one more step toward him and punched him straight on in the chest. Emilio huffed a bit, but didn't faulter from his spot. Ross kept her fist pressed hard against his chest, her shaky words finally came to her lips "Wh... who said you get to... make this choice? You selfish piece of crap, why couldn't you just let me help you? Anyone of us would have gladly stepped forward had you asked us, and yet..."

Her words trailed off a bit "Y... you glory hog! You just wanted to be th.. the big hero, huh? Well screw you then, I hope you get your soul torn back to it's pieces all over again!"

Her face once filled with anger now seemed much more regretful. She had said something horrible to him, and now couldn't bring herself to lift her head to look him in the face. Emilio set his hand beneath her chin and lifted her head to look at him again. His face was not filled with the rage Ross had expected, but rather it still held the same warm smile that he had given her before she came over.

The taller man moved his hand from her chin and set it on her cheek. Her cheeks are still puffy and her eyes red. Emilio spoke finally "I want to thank you." Ross became much redder and seemed much more upset suddenly. Emilio continued on as Ross's face continued to twist "Me and him were the same. It seemed only right that this end with me and him. I'm sorry if this hurt you, but this is the way it should be. My kind don't belong here, were sins against God, after all."

Emilio continued to smile at her as Ross only seemed to grow more upset. Emilio turned his eyes back to the distant horison, back to the rising sun. He then looked back to Ross and asked "Do you remember when this started?"

She looked to him and mutterd "Six years..."

[B]Notes:[/B] The writing piece is something I've been working on and off on for a little while. It's not very good, but it's the best I've come up with so far, just in case you were curious where it came from.

Let me know if you like it or if you want me to change something.

[Disenchanted]

[B]Screen name-[/B] Illusion

[B]Nickname-[/B] Fox

[B]Appearance- [/B] [URL=http://genesis3.co.kr/part2/character/image/f_diene.jpg][B][COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]-Link-[/COLOR][/B][/URL]

[B]Personality-[/B] She is indifferent on most matters, where any other person would blow up or get upset she would be found shrugging her shoulders and telling them to calm down. This is not to say she doesn?t get emotional about things, she just needs the right topic to get going before opinions are voiced. She will follow where others lead without question.

She likes to joke around a lot, saying things to make people smile and laugh although it doesn?t work all the time and she just comes off a weird. She can often be found listening to music and mouthing the lyrics, she will listen to any genre as long as she likes the song. She isn?t quite sure of her self sometimes and likes to ?test the water before she dives in?.

[B]Weapons- [/B] Two old pistols salvaged from a scrap heap and a Hand made wodden spear with a metal tip.

[B]Writing Piece- [/B]Anna lifted her head from Kane?s bare chest, gazing into his deep green eyes a smile found her lips, his hair flickered gently with the soft breeze that came through the open balcony door. He returned her gesture of happiness, but he could not help the feeling of sadness in his mind. Soon they would be separated; Anna was a reporter for a well known news paper and that very afternoon would be traveling to England for a story.

Both people were from very different worlds yet living in the same dream land. Anna brushed her fingers through the hair on his chest.

?Do you have to go?? he spoke with a childish tone. Anna?s smile turned into a slight frown and her brow creased its self slightly.
?We?ve been through this before Kay; I have to go? I can?t lose this job too? She broke his gaze and laid her head back down on his chest, her last job was a bitter one and not a subject either of them would discuss at length.
?I?m sorry, you know I?m jealous? Kane admired the back of her head; he thought her a goddess and would not easily lose her to anything or anyone.
?I know, after this story I promise we will go on holidays? Anna gently withdrew the soft white linen sheets from the bed and got up. Kane watched her go into the adjoining bath-room and close the door behind her without looking back. He admired her naked skin every second until it was gone behind the door.

Kane sighed as he moved his hands behind his head and looked left out the glass sliding doors that led onto the balcony. The soft morning light danced with the curtains as they were carried on the breeze. He sighed again and fell asleep.
= = = =
?Kane wake up!? he sat up ridged in bed, sweat pouring from his face, the white sheets tangled and creased he had a nightmare and not one he wished to discuss.
?Are you ok?? She was concerned; she sat beside him now dressed with her suitcase at the door. He nodded and fell back down on the bed, his head landing on the pillow with a soft ?whump?.
?I have to go, its 7:30 my flight leaves at 9:15, and you know how busy the roads are?? He knew she was trying to make small talk to distract his mind. He looked at her, admiring her brown eyes, fair skin and pale complexion.
?You?re beautiful, I love you. I?ll be there to pick you up next Friday? Anna nodded and planted a small meaningful kiss on his lips before standing and turning to leave.

He watched her go in a detached slow motion, the movement of her hair, and the creases in her clothes all flowing as if gravity nor time owned them for those brief moments. The dancing curtains followed suite slowing in movement as did the flickering light. Anna turned to him; looking over her shoulder she smiled and blew him a kiss, turning, retrieving her bag she opened the door and stepped through it. She disappeared from his sight and time resumed its normal pace.


[B]Notes- [/B]The writing piece I posted was something I thought about posting in the anthology as a series but didn?t for some reason, just over 500 words.
Edit: Changed the weapons to your wishes.

[Sakura]

[B]OOC:[/B] Neat, it's up.
[B]EDIT:[/B] Complete.
Let me know if anything needs to be changed.

[COLOR=Navy][B]Screenname/Nickname:[/B] Sakura

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://img99.imageshack.us/my.php?image=tifa7lb.jpg]Here[/URL]. She wears a black tank top and black leather pants that don't cling tightly to her, with heavy black boots. She also wears black fingerless gloves with metal studs on the knuckles.

[B]Personality:[/B] Sakura's a confident person and always tries to find the positive side of things. To some people she may seem like a difficult person to get along with, but that's a personal opinion since she's open and lets other see her real self, allowing the person to choose whether they want to become friends with her. Sakura's temper can rise quite quickly if she's in a particularly bad mood and she won't be much of a person to talk to, if she's sleepy, her conversations usually slow down from the fatigue. Sakura is proud to say that she's a full fledged tomboy and doesn't like wearing skirts or dresses, but she can if forced to. As a friend, Sakura is loyal and trustworthy, able to keep secrets for friends if they just want to confess something to her without anyone else knowing. She loves her friends and family and will go to unimaginable lengths to protect them.

[B]Weapons:[/B] Sakura usually likes to carry a [URL=http://www.tichbourneknives.com/webpage_Kitchen_fillet_NBL.jpg]Kitchen Knife[/URL] that she found from someone's house, she can use it like a dagger and sometimes like a short sword. Her second weapon is a [URL=http://img426.imageshack.us/img426/4462/jericho6ic.jpg]Gun[/URL] that she takes with her everywhere, resting in a holster on her left hip. Her final weapon is her body, knowing a variety of martial arts and different fighting styles, using her heavy boots and studded gloves to deal more damage.

[B]Writing Piece:[/B] A young woman stood at the end of a pier, the waves of the sea were dark and choppy, and the winds were blowing strongly, whipping her long honey coloured hair in every direction. She lifted a hand to her face and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, staring off into the sea.

[B]"Where are you?"[/B] she whispered.

Her amethyst eyes glazed as tears began to pool up. She missed him so much, what happened to him?

She heard the purr of a car as it pulled up. The sound of a door slamming met her ears briefly, then the heavy, hurried footsteps as they ran along the wooden boards.

[B]"Mistress, you shouldn?t be out here in this weather, they?re predicting a storm."[/B] a male voice said, coming up beside her.

Faye pulled her gaze from the ocean, nodding to her bodyguard as they walked to the car. He opened the door for her before getting into the driver?s seat. She stared out the window as they drove along until she could no longer see the frothing waters that had snatched her lover that fateful day, a year ago.

[I][B]'I know you?re still out there, I?ll find you.'[/B][/I] she promised silently.

~*~

A man was working shirtless; he groaned and rolled his shoulders, running a hand through his head full of red spikes. He put on a familiar grin and looked over his shoulder to the other men of this olden day village. They were working on making new roofs out of straw since it was getting hotter and the straw was old, making it a fire hazard.

[B]"Chris, time for a break."[/B] a buff man called.

Chris put down what he was working on, walking over to the group. He picked up a skin, removed the cork and poured water into his mouth, then onto his head to cool himself after spending the day in the sweltering sun. He shook his head vigorously, spraying water droplets everywhere.

His eyes rolled up to the forget-me-not blue sky. The land he was in was dry, almost desert-like; the complete opposite of home where it was water was abundant. Not long after he had arrived, he had discovered he was in a completely separate world to his own; the universe he was currently staying in was called Terra; home, his own world was Earth.

He had been found by the well, which happened to be away from the village. One of the women that had the chore of fetching water had spotted him and awakened him with water, before running back to the village, returning with a pair of strong men who carried him to Sola; where he?d been living since. At first he had tried to explain that he was from another world but the villagers had dismissed his words, saying he was feverish, but even though they said that, there was no explanation for how he ended up at the well since it was a very long way to the next village.

Chris soon stopped trying to convince everyone he was from another world and he bonded with the members of Sola, he was accepted into the group of men easily and after a week of observing and resting, he joined them in whatever they were doing, and he caught on easily, but even after the long year, he still hadn?t forgotten where his true home was, and that was wherever Faye was.

He brought a hand up and shielded his ice blue eyes, they contrasted greatly to the crimson hair, but he inherited them from his mother. Faye had always loved his eyes; she told him that they reminded her of a calm setting of a still lake and a clear sky.

[I][B]'I?ll find a way back to you, Faye, keep faith.'[/B][/I]

[B]"Come on; let?s get back to work, boys!"[/B] Roy, one of the larger men bellowed to the group.

~*~

Faye was rolling around in bed restlessly; she was having a nightmare of the day Chris disappeared. They had been sitting on the pier; it was their favourite place to go. Their legs dangled over the side as they talked animatedly. Before they knew it a freak storm had brewed and as they were making their way across the pier, a large wave crashed over, pushing Chris into the ocean. Faye had grabbed onto the pier and tried to reach him but a strong tide pulled him out, the heavy waves crashed about, pushing him under and he didn?t resurface. Faye had sent out patrols and whatever she could get but there was no luck, but a feeling deep inside knew that he was alive, somewhere, and they would be re-united.

[I]6 months later[/I]

Faye had snuck from the house again; she was back at the pier. It was the exact date of when Chris had disappeared. She peered over the edge and made her decision, she would find a way to Chris, or die trying.

She dived into the water and swam to the bottom. She was running out of breath, and she couldn?t see anything. Faye closed her eyes, she knew this was the end.

[I][B]'I'm sorry, I tried?'[/B][/I]

She passed out underwater and her body floated limply, bubbles burst from her mouth. A vertical whirlpool appeared and she was pulled in.

Faye groaned, opening her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that she was on land, and she wasn?t dead, or at least she didn?t think she was. She got up and immediately saw a well. She felt parched and scooped handfuls of water, swallowing it hastily. Faye wiped her mouth and followed a faint path.

She burst out of the forest to see an old village. Faye was confused but her eyes widened as she spotted crimson spikes and familiar icy blue eyes.

[B]"Chris!"[/B]

He looked up and his eyes widened at the sight. They ran to each other and embraced, they were finally re-united, they hadn?t given up faith.

[B]Notes:[/B] Ugh, sorry about the Writing Piece, I made it up as I went and got carried away as I do when I get a good idea. The ending's kinda abrupt because I reached 1000 words. I even had to go back and take out whole sections.[/COLOR]

[Ellerby]

[strike][color=#333333][B][COLOR=Black]Screenname:[/COLOR][/B] White

[COLOR=Black][B]Appearance:[/B] [/COLOR] [url=http://img492.imageshack.us/img492/7735/saladinl9jb.jpg][color=#333333]Click Here[/color][/url]

[B][COLOR=Black]Personality:[/COLOR][/B] [[I]Coming soon[/I]...]

[COLOR=Black][B]Weapons:[/B][/COLOR] The two swords found in the picture above.

[COLOR=Black][B]Writing Piece:[/B][/COLOR] [[I]Coming soon[/I]...]

[B][COLOR=Black]Notes:[/COLOR][/B] [[i]Coming soon[/i]...][/strike]

[b]EDIT:[/b] Sorry about dropping out on you like that, JJ. ;)[/COLOR]

[Rhym]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkSlateGray][b]Screenname-[/b] Rhym

[b]Nickname-[/b] Skiles

[b]Appearance-[/b]
[IMG]http://hermanli.com/images/hermanli_by_rudy.jpg[/IMG]
Rhym's hair is a bit shorter than that, about shoulder-length or a few inches more. He normally wears a black leather jacket over a band t-shirt and some baggy camo pants. Also, replace the guitar with a [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keytar]Keytar[/URL] of the same pattern.

[b]Personality-[/b] Rhym is a nice guy all around. He gets along well with most people, and others like his natural charisma. He'll crack a joke or make a sardonic remark should the situation call for it. In fact, if he has any fault, it's that he's a bit too sarcastic sometimes. He's a bit resentful of authority.

However, the largest part of his persona is music. Specifically, Metal. Even more specifically, Power Metal. He's a virtuoso of the keyboards, and he lives to rock out on stage, in front of an audience of wild and screaming fans. Some of the happiest days of his life he spent touring with his Spaghetti-Western-themed Power Metal band, Tombstone.

But GameFAQS changed all that. He was safe in the club, playing a solo gig when the bombs dropped, but his bandmates were not so lucky. Thus has Rhym sworn an oath to avenge his slain brothers and fight GameFAQS and G-Man101 to his last breath.

[b]Weapons-[/b] Rhym is never, ever without his Keytar, but he would be very reluctant to use his "baby" for something so crude as hitting someone. Instead, he uses an axe he found along the way. He's not a bad shot with any sort of gun, but that would require bullets. And, okay, fine, also a gun.

But, if worst comes to very worst, well... Let's just say the Keytar is sharper than it looks...

[b]Writing Piece-[/b]

As Uri and the Rag Man stepped past the last outcropping on the steep trail to the summit, she wondered that should she jump up, her head would break the cloud layer. At last, an overlook was all that lay between them and the mist-shrouded ground, far below. The stunning vista offered a breathtaking view of the ruins of New Feltan.

On the planet of Turos, winters were harsh, with bone-racking chills that shattered windows and took the unwary. New Feltan was abandoned early in the colonization effort to the unforgiving cold, and the ages had taken their toll. Many skyscrapers leaned crazily, icicles hanging from them like glittering fangs, while gliding Gilthas made their nests among the empty traces of humanity. A menacing glacier was ponderously advancing upon the dead city, promising to wipe it completely from memory.

They stood there for a time, Uri shivering in the spring's still-biting air, the Rag Man silent and still in his billowing, frayed cloak.

Uri broke the awed silence.

"That must be the saddest, loneliest thing in the universe," she remarked.

"What is that?" queried the Rag Man.

"An abandoned city."

The Rag Man remained silent, and Uri took this as a sign to continue.

"All of mankind's dreams, aspirations, breathed into this sprawling metropolis, only to abandon it. That city is lonely and cold. We left it to the elements, as uncaring as the breeze, and now only the scavenging Gilthas remain."

The Rag Man again maintained his expectant silence, and so she continued.

"They should have stayed, fortified it against the climate. New Feltan could have been a grand, splendorous thing, a monolith that withstood the tests of weather and age, a tribute to mankind's will to survive."

The Rag Man spoke.

"You have much to learn yet, young one."

Uri broke her sight away from the hollow, echoing ruins far below to turn her slightly incredulous gaze to the Rag Man.

"How so?"

"While tragic it may be, an abandoned city is by no means the saddest thing in the universe. What you must learn is that this existence is by no means restricted to mankind alone. What matters is not defiance of the elements, but life itself perpetuating wherever it can, no matter the species."

He gestured to the graceful Gilthas soaring above New Feltan's ruins.

"We should perhaps even rejoice at New Feltan's abandonment. For had it not been left to the elements, where on this barren tundra would the noble Gilthas make their nests? Indeed, had the humans stayed, they would have undoubtedly destroyed the Giltha nests when they found them, perhaps driving them to a localized extinction. You have yet to learn that humanity is not the only species out there, although often it seems it strives to make that so. And that is why?" The wind chose this moment to howl up the cliff-face and blow the hood back from the Rag Man's head. Instead of a human visage, a reptilian, snake-like head met Uri's gaze. "?I renounced my humanity long ago."

Uri had become accustomed to the Rag Man's features over the several years she had spent under his tutelage, but nevertheless the drama of the moment struck her and she was taken aback. He continued.

"But the universe is no Earth. On what inhabitable planets we have found, life is difficult at best, and extremes of climate make survival all the more delicate. It was under this background that I developed my philosophy of self-modification to further humanity's survival."

"But master, could we not just use the nanos?" interjected a recovered Uri.

"Ah, nanomachines. But you see, young one, most of the populace currently does utilize nanotechnology to some extent. And although it does prolong life for some time, it reaches the point where all of the cells that make up the body become copies of copies of copies, cellular integrity is lost, and the body collapses. Nanos can only do so much without a constant feed of new material."

"The advanced nanos you provided did help, master. I feel better than I have in years. But?" A shudder ran through her, of which the cold was not the sole cause. "?But I could never do what you do to yourself."

The Rag Man was silent for some time, speculating.

"You have yet another bastion to overcome before you are ready, I see."

She made an inquiring sound.

"The first bastion is that of pride for humanity. That you are close to overcoming. However, the other is vanity. Another revelation you must have is that the human form is not perfect. Self-modification is not a practice to be ashamed of, to fear; it is not self-degradation, as others may label it. It is instead the practice of bettering oneself through science. If we use an animal's limbs, what of it? They are no lower than us. Animals and humans are kindred souls, both scraping out what life they can from a deadly environment. So if they lend a hand? or leg, as the case may be? who are we to refuse?"

The meager sun was nearing the horizon, and dark was approaching rapidly.

"We had best be off if we wish to make shelter before dark," noted the Rag Man.

"Master," called Uri as he turned to go. "One last thing, please. What happened to New Feltan?"

His serpentine eyes gained a faraway look.

"Pride. They were unprepared for the winter, and many had died before the evacuation order was given."

With that, he turned away and started down the ridge, Uri hurrying to keep up.

[b]Notes-[/b] Sorry if it's a bit over. It was a piece I wrote last year for extra credit. There's more to it, but then it would be [i]way[/i] too long.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Onix]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][B]Screenname-[/B] Unborn Lord Xion, just Xion or ULX for short

[B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y48/UnbornLordXion/bnc-kou1.jpg]Xion[/URL] is usually found clad in black slacks, a blood-red shirt, and a black trenchcoat, with numerous chains, rings, and bangles, all made from silver.

[B]Personality-[/B] Admittedly not the most pleasant person to be around, Xion has a tendency to be brutally snarky, tearing friends and foes alike with blistering rhetoric while plotting which body part he's going to blow off with his gun. He has no qualms about killing anyone, and would sooner leave a comrade for dead then risk his own neck to save them. The war has left him icy cold on the inside, and he has no time for friends. He's fridgid, he's brutal, and he's ruthlessly efficient on the battle field. That's all he needs in this life - the smell of gunpowder and the pulse of adrenaline.

[B]Weapons-[/B] A sleek black handgun, pilfered from a dead soldier not long after the destruction. It's a quick and efficient weapon to use, and at .45 caliber, it has enough to stopping power to put down just about anything that steps in Xion's way. He keeps it in a shoulder holster, also stolen, and usually has it somewhat hidden by his trenchcoat.

[B]Writing Piece-[/B] Dreams can be a ***** sometimes.
Here Desiree was, hoping she could have a nice, whisky-induced, dreamless sleep and she gets plagued by dreams. Annoying dreams. Not the horrible memory kind that she started drinking whisky to hide from?not the hot, steamy kind that she tried to fight off during her relationship?no, the surreal, Dali-on-crack kind that you had to read books just to make heads-or-tales of.

She was hanging by a string, above a deep, deep pit. Above was a platform covered in a red cloth. Mr. Darc was leaning down, and from the pit she could hear Christopher?s voice screaming up at her.

[B]?Get down here, you stupid whore! We got things to talk about!?[/B]

And from high above, Mr. Darc looked down with his deep brown eyes. And a chill ran through Desiree as she saw what was in his hand.

A shimmering pair of scissors, big and shiny and sharp.

His index finger was hooked through the loop?he didn?t look like he was planning on cutting anything soon, but would if he had to.

[B]?Are you ready, Desiree??[/B]

She stared up, feeling the bottom dropping from her stomach.

[B]?Sink or swim, Miss Paine?sink or swim???[/B]

No!

She tried to scream, but her mouth wouldn?t open. His hand stretched out?it glimmered, cold steel like the blades he so recently held?sharp and jagged and ready to send her to her doom.

[B]?Are you ready???[/B]

She struggled and trashed but the string was too tight?too tight to move?getting too tight to breath.

[B]?The shark pit awaits?can you learn to swim???[/B]

It was too much?it was all too much?

[B]?You have to swim before you can fight?the wolf has sharp teeth, but it?s nothing like a shark??[/B]

What?

[B]?Fate has strung you on this path?the sisters sent you to me?will you carry out their will, or will you fight and swim???[/B]

What!?

[B]?The shark can bite, but the wolf has claws?the shark is stronger but the wolf is just a dog gone wrong?reach out for a puppy and pop goes your hand?the shark?s a shark no matter what.?[/B]

[B]?What are you talking about!??[/B]

Her voice was free, free from the shackles, free from control. Free?like she was. Free like?a bird?

[B]?To swim?to fight?to run?to fly?pick your path and dare not die??[/B]

[B]?I don?t understand!?[/B] she cried.

[B]?Watch his teeth?he just got braces, after all??[/B]

Snicker-snack went the vorpal blade and Desiree went tumbling down?down in the deep dark pit where sharks that look like sharks waited to see if she could swim or fly.

*****

The blaring alarm clock snapped her back into consciousness. She glared at the luminescent face, informing her that it was 1:30 in the morning. She swatted it off the table, and it broke against the wall. She cursed loudly in the dark room.

She staggered around briefly, stripping off her sweat soaked clothes and pulling on a fresh outfit. Something had been terrorizing her in her dreams?why else would she have woken up in a cold sweat? But if only she could remember?maybe Darc?d pull a Freud on her. She wouldn?t be surprised if he was a dream reader. She wouldn?t be surprised by much of anything, for that matter.

[I]The angry music kept screaming.
Angry grip around your ne~eck?you feel black and blue!
Angry grip around your neck?as I choke you![/I]

The violent woman kept screaming on as Desiree quickly fixed a pot of coffee. Something to cure the mild hangover that was slowly rising in her temples. She, like many members of the Night Life, was well accustomed to the pulsing headaches. So she had a system.

Black coffee, stir in some Tylenol, and drink until the headache stops. And if that doesn?t work, drink yourself back into oblivion and try again later. Always seems to work?eventually.

Half an hour before she?d meet with Mr. Darc. Half an hour until she?d face her demons. Half an hour before the ?fun? begins.

[B]Notes-[/B] N/A[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Ezekiel]

[SIZE=1]I'm just jumping in here to let people know of two very important things:

[U][B]1) Weapons.[/B][/U]

Obviously, this wasn't made clear enough, but we are in the future and there is [I]nothing left[/I]. Possibly you forgot about the situation your characters are it, but whoever is finally in this are going to be the last survivors of OB. We were at a club, partying. I seriously doubt we'll have weapons with us that we've cherished for a long, long time. Sorry to those of you who made it as a part of your character, but swords and whips aren't really fitting with the situation you're being put in. Please remember that you wouldn't have had anything with you at the time except the clothes on your back, therefore, your weapons will be what you could find in old military bunkers, houses etc. My character will have a crowbar, not because it's a family heirloom, but because she found it and can crack skulls. You will have things such as self-made spears (for example) old guns, sub-machine guns etc. Please, guys, fancy swords and knives wouldn't be that easy to find in a post-apocalypse setting. Could you alter your profile, as needed, plz.

If you're not sure whether what you've chosen is acceptable or not, feel free to PM/IM me.

[U][B]2) Closing[/B].[/U]

The sign ups will be closing this Saturday when JJ and I will be making our final decision on who has been accepted. I think it's safe to say that, if your sign up isn't completed by then, we won't accept you.

Both JJ and I will be submitting our characters pretty soon.

(This is why JJ works with me: So I can be the nasty one and tell people off =p)[/SIZE]

[Sheikahmon]

[QUOTE=JJ]
[B]Signups[/B]

Well, here you have it. The brainchild of Ezekiel and myself. Obviously, this is a dark sci-fi theme, so humor?s not going to be stressed.

One thing I do want to point out now. If you?re not joining for the long haul, don?t join. I don?t want to see someone drop out in like three weeks. It?s not fair to everyone else. This is also going to require serious quality from you all. None of these two paragraph posts that make no sense.

I really guess I?m asking for dedication.

Now, there are only three places open. We?ll be five in total, but Ezekiel and myself each have one reserved place.

Now, if you?re still reading, here?s the signup.

[B]Screenname[/B]-

[B]Nickname[/B]- (When applicable)

[B]Appearance[/B]- Picture and or written is OK.

[B]Personality[/B]- How is your character? What makes them tick? Why do they do the things they do?

[B]Weapons[/B]- Here?s the fun part. Just about anything?s OK, as long as it?s not too high tech. No huge lasers of doom or anything, although a laser gun?s OK. Maximum of three weapons.

[B]Writing Piece[/B]- Here?s where it gets interesting. I don?t want a Bio or a Snippit of your character in action, I want something written by you.

There?s no topic or anything like that, but it cannot exceed 1000 words or be under 500 and it should be something sci-fi-ish. If it?s not, that?s OK, but really try people.

[B]Notes[/B]- Anything else you deem necessary.


Well that?s everything folks. I?ll get my signup along in a bit. Any questions should be directed to the Underground thread.[/font][/QUOTE]

It's beautiful. Well, I've been kicked out of most of the roleplays I've entered, so I might as well try this.

I KNOW it's dark sci-fi, but don't we all need a little humor?

Screenname: Sheikahmon

Nicknames: Yui, Proxie, sometimes "hey you idiot"

Appearance: I'll get to this later, I need to get a pic taken. EDIT: got the pic. It's attached.

Personality: Insane, but generally loveable. Sometimes swears. Friendly and harmless except to boys who make lame passes. Infrequently makes unexpected good points or finds bizarre loopholes out of sticky situations. Plays a lot of Runescape under the alias Proxian_Girl, who is... a blunette with pigtails and a certain regard for fire...

Weapons: Hmm... how about homemade explosives? Molotov cocktail, homebrew bombs & fireworks... yay, FIRE! Plus, if all else fails, I can stick a paper clip in an electrical outlet and shoot lightning at people I don't like. Also packing a big, crude axe for melee goodness.

Writing Sample: It was originally supposed to be a rant on my craziness, but it seems to have turned into my backstory without my realizing it. *ROTFL*

I guess it takes knowing you're crazy to be any good at being crazy.
That's because I'm crazy.
I think.
See, you're not supposed to think you're crazy if you are crazy, but like I said, I'm not thinking I'm crazy, I know it.
I guess it came to me not long ago.
I electrocuted myself the first day of fourth grade. Crazy, I know.
But then, I am.
Since the electrocution, I've had... well, a different perspective on things, I guess. People called me crazy.
Then I joined OtakuBoards.
Not that I'm sane now, gosh no. It's just, well, it's okay here. I can point at things no one else really cares about, make weird noises, comment on art when I can?t draw worth beans, critique fanfiction for anime I?ve never heard of, and that's just fine, that's my opinion.
Or it was 'til GameFaqs (GameFags) bombed the place out.
Bombs and terrorist *****, I can handle.
But come on, did you really have to NUKE the place?
Honestly, those people at GameFags must be even crazier than I am.
Just one, you say?
Then it's worse. He's sane.
Anyway, why did I live? I mean, come on, they nuked the place. What am I, crazy?
Don't answer that.
I crawled out of the rubble, bleeding.
Laughing.
I'm crazy like that.
Of all the holy ***** I expected from GameFags, the last thing I thought would happen was an outright bombing, let alone nukes. That was the sort of thing the voices in my head would do, bomb OB out of jealousy.
So not only am I crazy, I'm stupid, too.
But I lived. What does that say of the sane geniuses who got killed?
I found some clean clothes, god knows where, probably from my Runescape account, found some big heavy junk I could make a crude axe out of, and set out to figure out at least a semblance of what's going on outside of my little world.
And I guess as far as survival goes, I'm doing okay. Food's been pretty terrible, but scavenging does that, or so I hear. Keeping my clothes clean, between garbage-picking and fights with vermin, GameFags, and idiot n00bs, has been the only miracle I've ever experienced. I'll have to thank my mother for teaching me how to do the laundry without a machine. OLD SKOOL SKILLZ.
A lot of guys making unwanted passes at me. I smash a limb or two and let them go, having learned their lesson. If they're particularly persistent... well, let's just say I can be extremely brutal.
Girls making passes is for some reason okay with me. Not sure yet whether that means I'm a lesbian, but that's just how it is.
I have no clue what I'm doing here yet, but I'm pretty sure GameFags is going down for what they've done, at least as far as I'm concerned here and now. In the meantime, if you want me, you can probably find me on Runescape or something, keeping my mental illnesses good and healthy...

Notes: Isn't my psycho-bunny-with-Buster-Sword avatar cute? :animeknow

EDIT, new notes: OMG... how many people here are using Final Fantasy Advent Children characters to represent their appearance? I'm sure I've seen both Cloud and Tifa... are the 3 Brothers going to be here, too?

[Blayze]

[center][size=1][b]Screenname: [/b]Blayze

[b]Appearance: [/b][u][url="http://photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/?action=view¤t=nanami-02.jpg"]Blayze[/url][/u] - just forget the giant sword

[b]Personality: [/b]Blayze is fun-loving, but he has a darker side. He has an innate hatred for the people at GameFaqs, and he has, on more than one occasion, wished destruction would rain down upon them. Now that they have almost completely destroyed Blayze's home, he feels the need for retribution.

However, he has some mental problems. Multiple Personality Disorder, for one. He has believed that he is many different people in the past year, from Anarchy, Fallen and Wraith, but in the past he has always managed to come back to being Blayze. But since the destruction of his home, he has felt himself slipping again...

[b]Weapons: [/b]Blayze carries nothing but a Bowie knife that he had slipped into his boot. He carried them at all time, in case of attack. And now they could come in useful. He is also pretty handy with handguns, in case he happened to pick any up on his travels.

[b]Writing Piece: [/b]The time had come. For millennia it had been in the making, but now it was finally time for the End.

The End of the World.

The Sun, that central part of the Solar System, the part that everything revolved around, was dying. It was only moment away from its death now, and people on the Central planets, Mercury, Venus and Earth, all prepared themselves for the cataclysmic end of the giver of their life.

The government of Earth had tried to stop it, of course, but all their attempts proved ultimately fruitless, a futile attempt to cheat death for just a few more centuries. Finally, they resigned themselves to their fate.

Mercury and Venus knew they would be the first to be destroyed, but they had come to terms with that long ago, and as such, had attempted to live out their lives to the fullest. Not like Earth.

And it began.

The Sun cooled, the massive heat ebbing away slowly, until the once mighty, white-hot star turned to a Red Giant, that massive solid star. The gravitational energy that held the Sun in balance failed, and the outer layers blasted off, passing straight through Mercury, Venus and Earth.

Down on the planets, destruction reigned. Oceans boiled, the land was scorched, and people died in their millions, killed instantly by the intense heat that had once sustained them, kept them alive. The people of Mercury and Venus accepted this, and stood, calm as ever, as the Sun wiped their planet out of the Solar System.

But Earth. On Earth, there was panic, there were riots, people fought and died to try and escape the inescapable fact that their own lives were over. Their last moments were spent in futile despair.

And finally, the Sun shrank, and became a White Dwarf, a massively compacted star, extremely dense.

This destruction had wiped the slate clean, given the Universe a fresh start, a chance to redeem itself for Earth's mistakes.

And one being sat and watched this spectacle, not through the viewscreen of a ship, but on the videoscreen. He laughed as he saw the humans on Earth panic and struggle to escape the oncoming inferno.

To him, the destruction of all humans knew was a mere spectator event.

The universe laughed as the world ended.

[b][Finished][/b]
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[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#B2566B][B]Screenname-[/B] [See Bolded in Writing Piece]
[B]Appearance-[/B] [In Hiatus]
[B]Personality-[/B] [See Writing Piece]
[B]Weapons-[/B] [See Writing Piece]

[B]Writing Piece-[/B] The Genesis will be followed by The Exodus, The Psalms and Proverbs, concluding with [B]The Revelation[/B]. These five beings will be known as protectors of Earth, created to destroy all life forms though to be destructive in the path of reconstruction. They will be feared by all, worshipped by some, but challenged by many. These machines of power will harbor none of the emotional or mental attributes; they will carry great strength, amazing speed and agility, and extraordinary stamina. Four will achieve one out of four physical traits while one will exceed in all, calling him the Supreme Weapon of Mass Destruction. Not only will they be known as this but they will make all others obsolete, creating a new Era for the coming days.

Throughout their training, these super beings have been given many physical attributes and stats. They will each have their own weapons and skills but have equality in statistics; nothing shall compare to it and nothing shall advance it. The Genesis will have all- strength, speed and agility, and stamina but prefer to prove herself in strength, becoming competitive in that area, wanting to empower others with it. Her weapon of choice will solely be a submachine gun guised as an aluminum bat with her name embedded around the tip. The Exodus, being male, will have no problems with strength or speed and agility, but strengthen in stamina, for being a bulk of a man-like being is much. He will carry with him a metal baton which will give him the ease of fighting without tiring. Now, the twins, Psalm and Proverb, will each take speed and agility

[B]Notes-[/B] Anything else you deem necessary.[/size][/color]

[JJ]

[Font=Arial][B]Screenname[/B]- JJ

[B]Nickname[/B]- JJ

[B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://www.animeshrine.com/gallery.php?series=warofgenesis&image=11]Here[/URL] JJ?s taken most of what he now has on from dead solders. He still isn?t sure why they had so much on, but at this point, there?s not much to question, no?

Personality- JJ?s is riding a wave of emotions. Like a surfer he can only cling to the wave and hope to keep his head above water. Driven by his guilt, he struggles to keep a calm exterior around most other people. The only person that really knows what JJ?s going through is Jamie.

JJ can?t even truly look at himself for fear of seeing the one thing he never thought he could ever be, a traitor.

[B]Weapons-[/B] JJ stole a combat knife off a dead solder and also stole a simple pistol off a security guard.

[B]Notes-[/B] I?m too lazy to post a story, so there. :p

OK, signups are going to close within the next six or seven hours ladies and gents, so try to finish up your signups if you really want to be a part of this. I?m looking at you, Revelation and The Monster. ;)[/font]

[Ezekiel]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOrange][B]Screenname:[/B] Ezekiel

[B]Nickname:[/B] Jamie to JJ alone, Zeke to others.

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.deviantart.com/view/29234632/][B][COLOR=DarkRed]Ezekiel[/COLOR][/B][/URL]
Ezekiel has always been a punk and because of this, prefers clothes that have lots of leather and lots of metal. She has a penchant for orange as well, and is lucky enough to have the skill of searching and collecting. She has an uncanny ability to find old clothes warehouses to plunder some new outfits.

[B]Personality:[/B] Ezekiel, despite her annoying and unhealthy habits, is usually a very understanding person. She's there to talk to if anyone needs it, as long as they don't mind getting the harsh truth. Ezekiel sees no use in telling people what they want to hear, especially now, and can sometimes be considered cruel because of this. She has handled grief in a cold and aloof way, refusing to talk about things and trying to divert the subject into something much more humorous. Some of the last survivors find this strange, others appreciate it greatly.

While she never used to be one for fighting or arguments, the harsh after-effects of war have turned Ezekiel's stress up a notch. Whereas JJ will let out his emotions quite freely, Ezekiel will bottle them up inside until she snaps, which is happening more often. These days, her only outlets are fighting and smoking. She often takes herself away from the group, sometimes for days at a time, just so that she can clear her head. People tend not to question this, especially if she takes her crowbar.

[B]Weapons:[/B] Ezekiel's main weapon is her trusty crowbar. She made herself a holster to carry it over her shoulder so she's never without something to protect her. Also, because of her past occupation, she can handle guns extremely well. While she doesn't carry one with her, she keeps a simple handgun in her bedroom and can use any firearm that she may come across in the field.

[B]Notes:[/B] Ezekiel was a police officer before the war and had gone on many undercover operations. These operations were mostly in prisons and, as such, her personality and appearance changed in the slightest. In the prisons she learned how to brawl and adapt to any weapon that came to hand, whether it be a broken bottle, lead pipe or chair leg. She's gained a long scar the goes across from her right collarbone to her naval, and doesn't usually like to show it off.[/COLOR]


Now that I'm done, JJ will be posting the final list of people who have been accepted. This has been really tough, and even as I'm typing we're disagreeing on who to let in.[/SIZE]

[JJ]

[Font=Arial]As of this second, signups are closed. No more editing, no more posting. I thank everyone for their signup and I'll stop blabbering and get to the point.

The accepted list is

[B]Sakura[/B]
[B]Blayze[/B]
[B]Starwind[/B]

If you'd like to know why you weren't chosen, feel free to PM 'Zeke or myself. We'd be more than happy to explain.

Now, for those chosen...

This is a warning, so I want all three of you to read this well.

[B]If you don't keep the quality or decide to just stop posting for whatever reason without telling someone first, we're killing you off.[/B] Other than that, congrats you three and look for the thread sometime this weekend.[/font]