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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\"         Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| And a happy Samhain to all you Wiccan folk, as well.
Let's get some cider! What will you do on your Halloween? I'm going out for candy with my girlfriend. Going up north, no clue when we'll get back. Hopefully, I'll get a few "treats" of my own  (Last edited by Clockworkz on 10-31-05 10:09 AM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| Wow. 3 month old bump, yet no one cares. Don't we have a more recent thread for this, anyway?
I beat the game within 14 hours, most everything upgraded fully. Not a bad game at all. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| Alright; I caught Rayquazza in my Emerald game; Currently trying to breed Doduo with Skarmory for Drill Peck Skarmory, but it's going slow.
My team so far: Doduo: L31 (default moves, Fly) Absol: L43 Bite, Quick Attack, Rick Smash, Taunt Swampert: L45 Surf, Ice Beam, Mud Shot, Foresight Gardevoir: L43 Psychic, Thunderbolt, Calm Mind, Substitute Aggron: L43 Metal Claw, Return, Cut (HM slave move), Roar Tropius (temp) L42 Magical Leaf, Srength, Fly, Body Slam |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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Originally posted by Cyro XeroHay guys! Lawl! No we ain't! (Last edited by Clockworkz on 11-01-05 11:07 AM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| Hey, congradulations to you! I want marriage now, too...
Meh. Guess I better wait another year, since I only hooked up last week 
I hope you have a fruitful and happy marriage for many years to come. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| Portland Maine is nice. I'm moving up there is June, and I could use some company. Dude, homes are so inexpensive there. Our house we're buying is 320 grand. The house we have now in NJ is smaller, and we're selling it for 800 grand. Go for it, compadre. | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| My friend crapped his pants at football practice, and the autistic kid shat himself in study hall. Meh. Nothing too exciting. Funny as shit though. | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| These are based off the Innocence Gone RP in the RP Forum. I may make this a bigger project, I dunno.
The city was asleep. All I could do was wait, alone and filled with anticipation, leaning against the wall of the Antique shop, that was now closed for the night. As I stood there, I pondered about my future with her, the lycanthropan woman who has become my wife, and my thoughts turned to the future I was anticipating. Not your average household with a white picket fence, but of something more; something that I could look forward to, and smile upon in the here and now. As I waited for her, I remained still, with my love for that woman craddled in my arms, enveloped like an owl in the night. Then I saw her come from the old, large building, and she made her way down the steps. As she moved across the street, the lamps on the sidewalk highlighted her long, sliver hair, and shone off her youthful face. I stood, dumbstruck on the opposite side, as her grace and purity came forth from the frigid night. No stores or homes were lit; only the light of the streetlamps burned through the darkness. "I've missed you, Kev," she said, with an emotional happiness in her voice. As we met, I embraced her in my arms, and felt the smoothness of her leather coat against my hands. It was soothing to me, as all my worries evaporated, like our breath in the December air. "Let's go home," I whispered in her ear, as a rouge teardrop ran down my face, and found its way to her cheek. Walking down the sidewalk, hand in hand, I know I will remember this moment until the moment of my death; it was the only moment where I have felt total, and complete peace. My soul is resting, I thought to myself. "Francine, I'll never stop loving you." The snow began to fall, like frozen teardrops from angels in heaven. They kissed our cheeks, daintily, as we walked together into our future, for however many years it may last. Number 2 (Christie is a fictional character devised by me. She's in the concept art thread) The dank, dimmly lit halls of the mechanical hallways of the Government facility were ones not to be traveled lightly. It is advisable to always be on your guard when in there. Pipes and wires lined the hallways and the cramped, seven foot ceiling. It made an odd humming noise as we walked, which gave the insinuation that there was a surplus of electrical energy within these walls. "We need to stick together, Christie. No more going gung-ho on me anymore." After her last outburst in the main lobby, it's a surprise the whole facility doesn't know we're here, I thought. "Kevin, lighten up. No one's in here!" As she made her declaration, a beam of light shone our way. It was the light of a flash light, which shone in our eyes. It lit up the pipes, and power cables in the hall, and a voice called out from the darkness: "Who's there! Show yourself!" "Shit!" I cursed at my self; I couldn't get out of the way in time, as my partner decided to take matters into her own hands. Immediately, Christie took out her rifle, and fired shots into the beam of light, but I heard no splatters of ones blood. The enemy's flashlight was dropped, with the sound of plastic reflecting off the metallic floor platings. I realized what had happened, though, and it was too late. "Christie! Get down!" I shouted, but he was already on top of her. The Government operative was dressed in black armor, a skullcap, and sunglasses, which enhanced dark areas, instead of intesifying them. The gritty man held up a shotgun to my partners face, and I acted as fast as I could. I got to my feet, and shot the guard in the chest, but as he fell, the shotgun discharged. After the deafaning roar, I could only hear a bloodcurdling scream, as I looked toward Christie, and saw what had happened... The shine of the flashlight was in the perfect position to see the extent of the damage. Her left arm was all the way on the oter side of the room. Christie writhed in pain, as she struggled to make heads or tails of what happened. Her arm and shoulder was gone, and exposed flesh, muscle and bone only remained where her shoulder used to be. "Hang on! Just hang on!" I got over to her, and took out my first aid kit in my belt. "I'm ging to have to stop the bleeding! Hold still!" Christe just laid on the floor, sprawled out in agony, as I bent over, and began to cortorize the exposed veins. It wasn't an easy process in low light. After the searing was finished, I began to wrap her shoulder area with gauze, to keep infections out. I cut it, and tied it, to make sure that it wouldn't come loose. "Can you stand? We have to get out of here!" Chritie stood slowly, with a pained look on her face. "Call Keira for evac, or reinforcements, or something; anything!" Her expression was pleading for me to do more, but I couldn't. I could only now stare back at my partner's eyes. They were crying; crying for a way out. A way to escape the madness. I could tell, for the first time ever, that she did not want to die... "You'll be fine, Christie. I won't lose you, like I lost my brother. You'll be ok. I promise." She smiled, a sign of trust, and a sign of relative sanity for once. "Aw, shucks, Kevin. I can always count on you, big guy." (Not sure how to end that last one  )(Last edited by Clockworkz on 11-08-05 11:01 AM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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He marches forward into the destruction and flame A lone soldier with a rifle in his hand His friends are dead His enemies are dead Now his only friend is his Wood and metal gun What kind of friend shoots your problems away Instead of confronting them? Not a friend of mine. Alone Again What happened the the love we shared? Has it slipped away into oblivion Like so many teardrops in the rain? Is this what you needed Or what you wanted? I won't stop you as you walk away If it brings back reminders of the past You're going to leave me alone again But that's alright Because I've grown used to being alone Again. Puppet How can you tell me how to think How to act How to live And tell me what drives me And gives me purpose? I am not your puppet, made to dance On strings made of lies and deceit I will not play your game At least, not until You pull my strings again. At Home Again The sun shines on the meadows Of green And gold And brown The long bristles of the wheat Sway in the breeze Like in those old 1940's movies I wish I could go back there And revisit my memories of that place But I can't, because It is no longer my place to go to Would it be wrong? Would I be breaking the rules To revisit memories of old once more? No one gave me a notice Or a fax Or an Email So I walk into the fields again And smell the wheat and grain and barley I smile contently and reasure myself As the memories wash over me like a flood And I feel at home, again Problems with Sand Sand gets everywhere Coarse and dry and itchy Why would anyone want to live in a place Filled with sand? In places built upon it People fight And kill And attack everyone else Could it be that They are envious Of our soft green grass And refreshing rain? I sure would be, as well If I lived in Iraq. He Felt the Same It doesn't seem to cease The wars and the lies That shroud the people's eyes And blind them to the truth The truth that drives people mad: We don't need to fight and kill and hurt It's become a way of life A way of making us who we are In this crazy, messed up world Full of bigotry and hate I wish I could change it But I can't What can one man do For the greater good of the world? I'm sure Martin Luther King Felt the same way. Blind Man One man wears dark glasses But cannot see the sun His eyes are always open But he cannot watch his dog play He does not steal Nor does he kill or rape He is kind Another man wears contacts And can see the sun And can watch his dog But he beats his wife and kids And steals, and is always in jail Tell me: Which man Is really blind? (Last edited by Thor on 06-18-07 10:52 PM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| Holy carp. He actually did join. I gave him the link. "Like Acmlm's, only no stupid people". Hooray. Phurious Phil is quite the funny man. I'm glad he's here. | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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Number Ate Number Nyne NUmber Ten (can't think of a number joke for "10") Number Eleven-teen Comments plzkthnxbai |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| Relax Artists for Clockworkz:
Moby mum Telepokmusik Leftfield Chicane Massive Attack Zero 7 Staind I like Electronica in general, so this should be no surprise. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| The Anime was not as bad-ass as the manga.
It was a decent series, but not the best. I have the box set, and have seen all the episodes, naturally. Good dub, though. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| When I got my SNES. I was 6, and I glomped my grandmother, who bought it for me. Worst mistake she ever made. It absorbed us... We needs it! The Precious! | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| randomness in a can.
discuss. (Last edited by Clockworkz on 11-16-05 10:58 AM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| Sebastian, the yellow lab (120 pounds worth of yellow lab, to be exact):
Dumbass, Moron, Retardo, Einstein, Beuford, Whitey, Stupid, Fat-ass, Big Guy, Schweinhund, Weiss-wurst Brandy, the black lab: Oprah, Brandywine, Fatty, Sneaky Bitch, Nubian Princess, Latifah |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 949 days Last activity: 949 days |
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| Name: Christine Duke
Age: 25 Nationality: USA Skills: CQC - 6 Gunplay - 9 Leadership - 2 Technological Knowledge - 3 Buisiness Sense - 0 Crazed and deadly, this brunette bombshell is as destructive as she is beautiful. When she gets into the fight, she loses herself and goes into a frenzy. She's capable of using any form of weaponr, including heavy weapons and vehicles. She's not afraid to charge into the fray when no one else will, and she rarely leaves her victims alive, much to her superiors' chagrin. |
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