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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 if they're so picky, then why not just take the time to listen to bands and choose the ones they like? That's not hard. And people that only like one type of music don't like all of it most of the time. Why not read reviews of the band saying they have a certain sound like something instead of just labeling them that?
Labels are unnessecary because it only requires more labels, including to the people that listen to it. Rate the musician, not the genre, and you get rid of the discrimination. Bam. |
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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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There was a discussion on it a long while ago back on some board somewhere. Just ask one of them, they shalt remember. | |||
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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"Enough with the self-centeredness! You heard the man, it's not a retreat horn! Steel yourselfs!"
Cairoi walked about the room, knocking tables over. He positioned 5 tables in a wall before the door. He grabbed as many glasses as he could and put them behind the table. He looked around the room and saw the multiple corpses. He began lifting them and moving them to the sides of the room. Even evil ones deserved respect. He looked to others. He didn't see an organized army. He saw a bunch of warriors. He felt the group needed some discipline, and he knew he could try it. But he chose not to. He never enjoyed leading. That's why he was a mercenary and not a knight like Sparda. He could have been, but he had chosen against it. "Anyone not fighting is this next match please help make an escape for the villagers." Cairoi wiped his swords on curtains, and began spinning the blade. The bottom of the scimitar opened up like a mouth as Cairoi pulled on it, revealing a small inset and holder. He put the short sword's hilt into the other one and it make a locking sound, making it now a double-edged blade. "So, knight, these friends of yours...Don't seem happy. How about you and I attempt to break through the probably hundreds of knights out there to protect the innocencts inside?" Cairoi was effortlessly twirling his double-bladed as he talked. His eyes were bright and tranquil. He was in his element. Fear never bothered him. With the shuffling of the people inside being the only thing hindering the painful silence, seconds seemed like hours. "Not a big fan of waiting." |
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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 there Vulkar. Bad day compunded with this caused me to esplode.
And Saijin, love is derived from care, while hate creates the feeling you describe. Thus, they wouldn't be really related, eh? Well, love comes from care to make care. It's the gift that keeps on giving. Hate only takes away. Emotions can't really be judged on one point because then it can twisted depending upon the one having the emotions and the situation they're in. |
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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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Jack shook Blue's hand and looked away at the shadows.
"Name's Zeus...Anyway, we need to get to Sector 2." Jack looked at Blue and realized she did't have a gun on her. He unhooked his left holster and threw it to Blue. "You're going to need a gun." Jack smiled and pulled his sniper rifle of his back. This thing could decimate anything it hit. He began walking forward, keeping a close eye on the other two. He hates the feeling of loss, so he wouldn't let these two die. He kept silent during the walk, emnating only the sound of his metal arm. He'd become accustomed to it, and didn't notice it as much as strangers did. "Nice day, huh?" |
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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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Cairoi had looked out the window and seen the hailing fireballs raining down from the sky. One word left his completly frigid lips.
"Shit." Cairoi decided he didn't want to die here. He didn't think so before and he now he knew so. He hoped the others thought likewise. He dodged a fireball that pierced the wall in front of him. He cursed and fear filled his eyes until he noticed the hole. He yelled for the others to follow, his voice loud. "FORGET THE PUB! GET OUT OF HERE WHILE YOU CAN!" Cairoi ran though the opening, finding him surrounded by multiple guards. "YOU FOOLS!" Cairoi seemed to teleport, his movement was so fast. He leaped into the air and spun his blade horizantally underneath him. He knocked many of them offguard and he landed midly safetly behind them. The ones still standing charged at the turned Cairoi, who smiled an invisible grin. As each slash flew at him, he locked the slash and used the momentum to use his enemy as a shield from other attacks. Before the enemy became wise, 4 were dead. Cairoi then turned and began tearing the enemies apart, his double-bladed sword twirling madly. He was like a circus performer, his movements wild and unpredictable. They had a deadly subelty as each slash was built to continue into another. He tore through the enemies, making a secondary escape for the others. |
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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, I'm going to be so random I'm thinking...
Clothes? Some Shoes? Porn? |
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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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Yes, I repeat. This is my order.
Wet Rather Linse Wet Lather Rinse ...Conditioner. |
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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, it says repeat. >.>
<.< I once wanted to see how soft I could get my hair. I repeated it until my hair moved on it's own with no wind. It was scary. |
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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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The Rogue is officialy a Roguette Adulto now!
3 cheers and then pass the cheers to the birthday girl! I personally sent you Mr. T via snail mail. Expect him in 2-3 weeks. |
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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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Cairoi's eyes were agape with fear as Sparda destroyed these enemies. He was exhausted, but he knew what to do. Using what strength he had left, he lifted Sparda's body up and began to run with it. He couldn't let this man die. To protect this man had become Cairoi's sole objective. He dashed, blood from both the men trailing behind them. He focused on his innate ability, Terramorphus. He was afraid of it, because of his lack of control of it, but he knew it was their only hope. He turned a corner and lifted the ground behind them up, breaking a large chunk of it from the rest. He made a wall for protection and slipped away into the shadows, far from the eyes of the enemy. He ran down streets before he stopped, his breathing speratically growing weaker. He awaited for the others in the pub while he placed Sparda down, breathing deeply.
"By the innate power within me, I give what life I can to this man. He cannot die here." Cairoi focused his hardest and attempted to transfer life force into him. It was an act of pure will and life, and it sent Cairoi over the brink of fatigue. After doing this, he slumped onto a wall next to Sparda. He hoped the next footfalls he heard were allied, not enemies. They would die. |
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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 have long hair, which reaches my shoulderbones and such.
I have nothing against people with short hair, but I use my long hair to kind of thin out people that discriminate on appearances. It'sa filter of sorts...and a great place to hide my earphones mid-class. |
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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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"Hey. The barkeep. You're still alive...The others get out too?"
Cairoi's eyes were half-closed, and his face a little pale. He started to stand up, blood dripping from his bleeding left arm. He smiled and lifted Sparda up, straining badly. "We both need to rest. Where do you think we should go?" He was faltering. He had enough strength to make it where he needed to go, but not much more. He looked at Kira. "So, I'll follow you. Lead the way." |
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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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Cairoi heard Kira's words and his legs gave out. He laughed as he did so.
"Damn. This sucks. Name's Cairoi." Cairoi moved Sparda's body from his shoulder to the wall. He looked at Jobes and smiled. "Well, Mr. Dark Corner, why don't you go and scout the enemie's location. You'll do more good that way then here." Cairoi grimaced as he removed his left arm's armor, seeing the deep gash open. "Damn. This doesn't look like your average cut." |
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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 see what everyone is saying and you all have thought out opinions, however:
If labels did not exist, one could merely research the band and get a review which describes their sound. It wouldn't be hard or anything. Sure it might take a little bit more effort, but in today's society says less work is better. That is not true. This would prompt people to listen to what the music itself is like MORE, and none of this genre searching. Sure this topic isn't going to start a war, but I think people would find more bands if they just did a little more research. It's fun to learn, cause KNOWLEDGE IS POWER! P.S. Everything's a game, man. You win, you lose. Dude, this is the game we play with labels everyday. Dude. |
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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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FINALLY. A HAVEN FOR MY PAST!!!!
1. I've sledded down stairs. MANY times. 2. I've done battle on top of trees with fake plastic swords. 3. Total number of times of "your child has hit his head: watch for these syptoms" during elementary school: 43. 4. Ever hear of Chairleg vs. metal broom pole? 5. Ever hear of making a land gondala? Realizing afterwards braking wasn't an option? 6. Hit myself over the head with frozen meat-brick so hard I almost bled. Ask Xeios. 7. Done battle with real swords. 8. Played basketball in shopping carts. 9. Dived in front of a car yelling "KNOWLEDGE IS POWER!" 10. Ever try to front-flip off a moving skateboard? When you can't frontflip? |
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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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No, he was just a computer animated zombie with flowing tentacle beard. That's all.
Sides, everyone knows Mind Flayers fear hats with all their heart. |
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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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Cairoi laughed as Sparda jumped up, thrown off by his life still existing. He looked down at his wound and scoffed. Nothing too bad, he thought. He stood up, putting his other hand over his wound.
"Alright, we can all stand now. Let's just go now. Do we have anywhere we can hide?" He looked grim-faced, worried about the current state of affairs. He didn't want to caught in this condition. He held his double bladed sword with his wounded hand, not having a sheath for the way it was now. Anyone could see it's bloodied blades from a distance. He did sort of stick 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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"Not a boy, Kira. Please stop calling me that. Haven't been one since I was 6."
He leaned against the wall and let go of the wound, the blood resuming it's dripping. He wiped his palm-full of blood against the wall and reached into one of the pouches on his belt. He pulled out bandages and began pulling a line out with his teeth. as he did so, he used his Terramorphus to focus on the bucket of water across the alley. A gulp of the water drifted into the air, hovering nearby the wound. He flinched as the water splashed onto the wound. Acting quickly, he bandaged the wound, pushing the two folds of skin closer together as he did. He grimaced as he put the finishing touches on the bandage. "There. Taken care of for now." He put his left arm armor back on and took his bladed sword, snapping back into two indivudual blades. He sheathed them quickly, disseapearing behind his cloak. "I'm fine now. Just tired. I'll follow anyone who knows where they're going." |
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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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"Nah, Kira, I'm good. Just a scratch."
He put his hand down off her shoulder. He clenched his left fist in and out, trying to circulate the blood. "Worse comes to worse, I can still fight now that I've treated the wound." Cairoi looked up into the sky and flinched, his right hand going for his scimitar. There was a figure on the rooftop, following them. His eyes were wide until he discenered it as Kaijin. He sighed and dropped his arm, turning back to Kira. "We're being shadowed. Stick close." Cairoi was now warier than before, his attention to the shadows growing. The enemies were trailing them. "Come, we should move faster." |
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