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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| OOC: Delete my post if you wish, but I'd like to finish this as soon as possible.
Cairoi's eyes opened in a flash as the air currents made a point of whirlwind-like constant spinning that would rip apart flesh as though it was not even there. Cairoi released the humongous air spear at the trainer. The spinning air blast was concentrated into a 6ft area from the center, but it would travel for until opposing air currents killed it. The blast moved faster than the speed of sound as it left Cairoi's extended palms, pushing him back a few feet. The most concentrated center of the cone was aimed at the lowest point of the ribcage where no strong muscles exist on the human anatomy, making it a perfectly vulnerable spot. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| You know what? However bitched enough to get that changed in is a fucking super dork and should be eaten by wolves. I mean, c'mon! If you bitch and examine every second of the movie, then you'll never appreciate the entire movie!
IT"S JUST A GODAMN MOVIE! >.< I don't like this, if you couldn't figure it out. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Family-wise, I got the standard two family partys, which are kinda exhausting.
BUT, I plan on throwing a party with a friend of mine because I don't see many of my friends anymore...Yeah, I need a friend party badly. Oh so. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| I noticed the massive decline in RPing after the titan of Innocence Gone was buried to rest. Multiple RPs have been made to attempt to bring back the fervor that RP had summoned to the forum, but the forum has become rusty with age and inactivity.
Henceforth, I call upon a gathering of all RPers on this board to decide the future of the forum. Maybe through our debate a new messiah of the board can save it or we can discuss bringing back the ancient old tales. Bring to this council your memories of RPs, the genres and characteristics that intrest you, and what you hope to see in the future. The power is yours. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| I know I'm only a freshman, but all I really want to do is write. I mean, I tried thinking of everyother career, and only as a writer do I find my proper outlet. I know, everyone and their uncle on this board plan on being a writer, but I'm not copying anyone. I follow my own path, and no one is going to control me.
Oh, I plan on traveling the country, mainly on foot, writing stories as I go to finance myself. Wandering is my dream job, but being a writer will enable that. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Now, before you think that Innocence Gone fervor is sweeping the board and robot aardvarks are flinging themselves at the board with nitrogen capsules on, calm down. I wrote this for Clock as a base for the comic and thought the public might be intrested in reading it. But, hey, do as you will.
Note: Indents dissapear every time I copy the writing. Sorry. ^.^ In the shadows of the world, a mansion sat in the middle of a dense forest, allowing only a small amount of stone pathway to run from it before being caught by the moss and weeds. To any eye, it was obvious this was once a great place, belonging to some rich family. It seems at peace, yet eerily off guard, until a small noise brings the home into a tense air, giving away its predator. A single man walks out of the woods, with a smile on his face. He is dressed in any man’s commoner’s clothing: a worn black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, brown army boots, and a grey trench coat. Around his neck hangs a crucifix necklace with a ruby insert. On his head rests a pair of sunglasses and long, straight brown hair that reached his shoulders. He was a medium build, slender but still muscular. He stopped for a moment, then spoke into his com link earpiece that was hidden for a time under his hair. “I’m at the destination.” The man said in a grim, yet quieted tone. “Finally, Jack! No more time for fooling around, this is it!” A static female voice hurriedly said over the set. Jack grinned at this outburst. She’s scary when she gets mad. “Alright, Kiera, fine, relax. No more tea and biscuits for us. Operation Innocence Gone is a go.” Innocence Gone Jack walked towards the rusting onyx gates and stopped. They were flung open with incredibly large parts either torn off by a humongous force or tackled and ripped through with someone’s truly astonishingly large firsts. “…Kevin, you have no finesse.” Jack said as he walked past the destroyed gates. Over the intercom a clear, serious voice laughed. As Jack saw this, he saw a humongous mech resting in the bushes, staring at the mansion’s front doors. Instead of anyone’s normal instinct towards a random mech nearby, Jack bowed his head. “…What do you expect from a mech?!” Kevin responded from inside his mech. At the door, he saw a grim-looking female sitting against the wall with her head down, her silvery bangs obscuring her eyes. “Francine, you ready?” Jack asked as the girl looked up at him. She stood up with a scoff and backed up from the door, allowing Jack to take the lead. “Yes sir.” Francine responded. With her standing, Jack could get a good look of her. When her silver hair wasn’t pony tailed in the back, Jack could hardly see her odd features. She was beautiful, but also strange. Her nose was a tad longer than most others, and her eyes were green. To the untrained human eye, this was just an exotic female. But to those with true knowledge, these were true signs of a werewolf. Most humans were only recently aware of werewolves. For many millennia, these beings had only been legend and superstition, until a few years ago, when the incredibly powerful government discovered them, along with two other races of humans: Vampires and wiccans. Jack himself was a Wiccan, which was completely unnoticeable unless you saw him use magic. He had access to many spells he spent his life to master. In worst case scenarios, he could be incredibly powerful: He could punch through steel, adamant, fly, control the elements, and stop bullets; But only to a degree. He was alone no match for the sheer brute force of the Government. Realizing this at a young age, he formed 369, a small elite force dedicated to fighting the government. In this line of work, he eventually found his former war buddy, Kiera. She had formed Witches’ through, an information agency against the Government. Together, they made a powerful force against the Government. But still it was not enough. So Kiera and Jack put aside their feelings of pride, and are going to the vampires and werewolves for assistance. First, the Aren house of vampires’ assistance was requested. Jack stood firm and knocked hard on the door. As he stood there, he felt the gaze of something scan him for a moment, and he curled his hands into fists, preparing to defend himself. With a burst of foul air that made Francine’s over-sensitive nose quiver and pain, the door flew open and two figures stood in front of them. Their identity was obvious by the smell of blood and their pale complexions. Jack twitched as the smell hit him, while Francine clutched herself, almost in tears. The closest one stood as tall as Jack, with a black suit and crimson undershirt. His white hair fell over his left eye and it fell down above halfway to his waist. He had a smile on his pale face and looked both civilized and confident. The other frightened Jack with his mere presence. While the tall one stood firm, the other one crouched and continually scanned around the area as though he was scared. The smile protruding from his face was so skewed it allowed all to see his insanity. He was wrapped up in bandages, and he had red hair down to his waist. He smelled the most of blood. “Hello, my name is Jack Eldridge and this is Francine. We are here representing 369 and Witches Through, asking for your assistance in fighting the Government.” Jack said to the taller one, while his eyes followed the smaller one. The tall one moved aside and motioned for them to come in. They walked in slowly, taking in the site of this decaying mansion. As he walked into the center room, he noticed a set of steps leading down into a stone basement before him. That must be where the others were. Jack’s eyes widened as he began suspecting a trap. “It is lovely to meet you, Jack and Francine. My name is Xeios Ballain, acting leader of the Aren house. This is Chaos, an elder of many years and one of the oldest vampires alive.” Chaos looked Jack straight in the eye, and Jack was captivated by the sheer hidden intellect hidden behind those shifty eyes. Chaos seemingly twitched then turned into a black goop, sinking into the floor and disappear. That was shadow walking, advanced shadow walking, Jack thought. He looked over to Francine and noticed she was disgusted by this whole affair. As a werewolf, she must have a natural hatred of vampires. “Excuse me Xeios, but we do ask your response as soon as possible.” Jack said hurriedly, his eyes trying to find anything suspicious. “Yes, yes, sorry. It’s just…”Xeios turned around and faced the window, taking a moment of silence.”…we do not help just anyone.” Jack gasped as he felt a force coming from behind him. He twirled around and took a step to the right, narrowly avoiding the pounce of Chaos. The minute Chaos zoomed past, Jack yelled out the words Gauntlent Erosumia and magic gauntlets of white magic appeared around his hands. Chaos skidded a turn and looked at Jack with his evil grin flashing. His hands turned to the shadow and formed a puddle on the ground, before tentacles of shadow shot out of the puddle at Jack. He swiftly smacked each and they dissolved at the touch, causing Chaos to bring them back into the puddle. He reformed his hands and charged at Jack, causing Jack to take steps backward as Chaos blindly slashed at Jack’s face. Jack either grabbed Chaos’ hand and caused Chaos to shriek in really over-reacting pain, or dodged the slashes. After a while Jack hit a wall, literally. He ducked as Chaos flew through the air into the wall, turning into shadow. Jack rolled quickly away from the wall, turning back to see spikes of shadow flying towards him. He placed his hands side by side and brought up a white shield of aura, blocking the spikes. He dissolved the shield and stood, breathing a little more heavily, watching Chaos. The vampire smiled and sat down, grunting. “…I’m surprised, Mr. Eldridge. You survived Chaos’ test.” Xeios said as he turned back around, looking at the battle-ready Jack. “I will have you know that was not 10% of Chaos’ true strength.” Xeios said with a bit of cockiness. Francine laughed. “Well that wasn’t 10% of Jack either.” Hearing Francine say this, he smiled at her and relaxed. Chaos slinked into the shadows and down into the basement, probably to rest. “Xeios, do you mind if a friend joins us?” Jack inquired while cracking his knuckles and dissolving the spell. “Not at all. Who is this friend?” Through the doorways came a muscular male, young but experienced, plasma pistol in hand. He had a white t-shirt, plain but clean, and jeans. His short-cut green hair did nothing to hide his blue eyes, angry at the world and itching for violence. “Kevin Katsoryui reporting, sir!” |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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This is hilarious. My personal favorite parts of the script was Bush's opening song and Cheney's song. ^.^ My god, that made my day. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Well, at least they're not pillaging and raping...
Or are they? Well, if I was a Viking, you know full well I'd be pulling this kind of stuff all the time. Anything to bring a reputation to the Viking name!! |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| How was that cinematic masterpiece banned?! We let Janet Jackson's breats on the air, we let skin-tight skantily clad women, we let Saving Private Ryan...
But this? There was no crime beyond being too funny. And laywers are sad because their souls were eaten by demons when they were children so they want everyone else to be sad... |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| I thought my Mercanaries RP would be memorable, but I quickly lost faith in it and ditched it. I could post now, but I'd have so much back work it'd be unbelievable.
Anyhoo, I wanted to get the public opinion on this, but no one sides my buddy J here has bothered to respond. Tis a sad day indeed. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| After getting time to find out what really happened, I managed to look back at how ridiculous this was.
Two kids who ditched school were nearby the bank when it was robbed. The police came seeing as how the bank had robbed, and they were only 2 blocks away. The kids didn't know the bank had been robbed and thought the cops were after them. They ran for the school, and the police mistook them for the robbers. They went after them, putting us in lockdown. They cought the kids, but the bank robber got away. 
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| I was being dramatic, Kaijin...
I know it's downtime, but the RP quality has been a little lacking lately. I was just asking if anyone wanted to brainstorm any ideas for a new RP to bring more activity to the RP forum. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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Originally posted by Cairoi Look, what I am trying here is to see what people like in RPs, and maybe as a group come up with a good RP...So, instead of waiting, I thought sharing opinions might give us an idea to work with. That's all. >.< Jeebus, I am never writing like that again. I just get yelled at! |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Sorry, but your version of Chaos is really hard to write. I think for the average reader, they'd be like WTF? How the hell'd he jump out the window if he was just on the other side of the room?
*esplode* So, I kind of made him like hunched over crazy dude with amazing combat skills... >.< harder than it seemed. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Sparda, that's kind of why I made this thread. I wanted to make a new RP with everyone's ideas together, with a lot of creativity going into it. I want to make a new RP with everyone's hand in it so more people will cooperate.
And, I stopped Mercanaires due to a few reasons: People kept trying to make each other more important. For example, Zabuza's skipping around the country in 1 or 2 posts, doing everything he could to level up was one thing that made lose faith. Also, Few people stayed true to their assignment. I was trying to emphazise we were only humans, but people wanted to be the best... That's I quit that. Xeo Emblem, though based on a good idea, left no room for creativity.It was just kind of move, attack, try to describe. Also, Everyone has their own opinion. I know some people like video game RPs, others don't. And so, I was trying to see what the majority liked, and base something on that. Another thing, if there is one thing I do not like, it is RPs based on school or stuff like that. They bore me so fast. And Sparda, yes, it's only an RP, but that doesn't stop it from being fun and meaning something to us. We lead normal lives (I think, at least I do  ) and we still enjoy stories. Why can't we take interest in things we enjoyed? |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Moj Wolnosc: Boo, this is Cairoi.
Johnny Literal: booberry! Johnny Literal: hi Moj Wolnosc: O.o uh your... icon thing. Moj Wolnosc: Anyhoo, focus Cairoi... Johnny Literal: aha, it was made by a friend, but... uh, doesn't... describe me, yeah, ahaha Moj Wolnosc: I think people are reacting negatively to the thread I made in Sim/RP Discussion, you think? Moj Wolnosc: Gotcha. Johnny Literal: Oh yeah. Johnny Literal: I put something in there about that. Johnny Literal: The negetivity. Moj Wolnosc: -.- No one is happy on this board. Johnny Literal: nobody is! They all seem so edgy about so many things. Moj Wolnosc: Why are smart people so oftenly angry and reclusive? Johnny Literal: Hm... Moj Wolnosc: Also, why does the new pope look he would force lightning children in a children's hospital? Johnny Literal: Yeah he does. Johnny Literal: He looks like he would try to turn you to the dark side. Johnny Literal: And then turn into a bat and fly away. Moj Wolnosc: I had a dream where he did that in spain, I was there and he chased after me. Moj Wolnosc: His guards were those guys with the poles. Johnny Literal: Ohh, the swiss guard guys? Moj Wolnosc: Yeah. But I mean the robo dudes from Episode 3. Johnny Literal: Whoa Johnny Literal: I can believe it. Johnny Literal: I bet you the pope eats peoples dreams. Moj Wolnosc: I had a lightsaber and fruit bar. Johnny Literal: He's half snorlax. Johnny Literal: I want a fruit saber... Moj Wolnosc: Martha Stewart: This lightsaber has a richly spreading fruity aroma that really brights up a battlefield. Johnny Literal: Aha, thats why she went to prison. Johnny Literal: She sabered people. Johnny Literal: And nobody knew, cause they were all so charmed by her wonderful house and its great fruity aroma. Moj Wolnosc: Yep. Moj Wolnosc: I encountered her many a time, and she always escaped using those godamn gift baskets. Johnny Literal: Me too. She's tough. Johnny Literal: Martha Stewart is like, seriously, level 75 or somethign. Moj Wolnosc: But, damn, Tito Jackson is godly. Moj Wolnosc: He just blew me away. Johnny Literal: I thought Jermaine was harder. Moj Wolnosc: The only reason I survived is cause I used Micheal Moore as a shield. Johnny Literal: He has his son Jermajesty to back him up. Moj Wolnosc: Oh yeah, he is deadly. Johnny Literal: Michael Moore is one of the best allies to have I think Moj Wolnosc: He's the perfect shield. Moj Wolnosc: He annoys the shit out people by yelling about Bush, they attack him, leaving the enemy disctracted and wide open. Johnny Literal: Usually if I'm up against pretty much anyone from Texas Johnny Literal: I bring him along. Johnny Literal: Plus Clint Eastwood. Moj Wolnosc: The Texans. Moj Wolnosc: ...I remember one time I was at one of Saddam's pool parties, and Bush brought his brother Jeb, Martha, and those nun ninjas. Moj Wolnosc: I mean, we fought bravely, but we lost after the one nun turned into a giant spider. Johnny Literal: I never fought any of the Bushes Moj Wolnosc: Be happy. Johnny Literal: unless you count those Fry Bush kids from the McDonalds bags... Johnny Literal: they were easy. Moj Wolnosc: Naw, they're Bush's monthly release of goodness embodied and fed to the masses. Johnny Literal: What is Grimace? Johnny Literal: the purple man? Johnny Literal: friends with Ronald? Moj Wolnosc: More. Moj Wolnosc: Think Spongebob and Patrick. Johnny Literal: oh... OH Johnny Literal: oh man... what about the Hamburgler? Johnny Literal: Oh god, don't tell me he burgled Grimaces buns. Moj Wolnosc: He's a damnable fanny pirate. Moj Wolnosc: The whole lot are. Moj Wolnosc: Why do you think McDonalds is so sensitive to what others think? Johnny Literal: There used to be a guy named Mayor Mac Cheese. Johnny Literal: I wonder what happened to him... Moj Wolnosc: He died during a facelift when the doctor dropped the wheelbarrow on his exposed face. Johnny Literal: oh god Johnny Literal: what type of surgury involves a wheelbarrow? Moj Wolnosc: Botox, supersized. Moj Wolnosc: How ironic. Johnny Literal: But onto more pressing matters! Johnny Literal: Matters that press harder than a wheelbarrow against a cheeseburger man's face. Moj Wolnosc: right. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Cyro, I think that's a badass idea. If you make the group, I'd be more than willing to participate. Also, if your RP was interesting enough, people'd be more than willing to dedicate themselves to it. If I like it, I stick to it.
Well, that's just me, but hey, there's got to be more like me out there. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| ^.^ Wow. This pisses me off.
So, this is just like the godamn Crusades. Preaching something while living another. Their hypocrisy fills my gut with disgust. That is one thing that pisses me off. Grr.... |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Wow, this was a huge bump. Anyhoo, if you read it backwards it says
"LOVE MAI" And that has incredible relevance to this board. Jeebus!  |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Dang, your birthday is on Christmas Eve? Your so unlucky, cause that means less total presents over the span of the year.
Anyhoo... Happy Birthday-Christmas Eve, True Flight! |
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