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Check out the big brain on Vorbo Goatboy!
I feel that Artt should make love to me.
With bold, for emphasis
Maybe it's for the better
"Don't want to sound like a fanboy, but I am with you. I'll buy it for sure, it's just a matter of for how long I will be playing it..."
- Silvast, Battle.net forums
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Fazum'Zen Fastfist had this to say about Matthew Broderick:
I'm not in it, which is pretty ironic because people always pretend I constantly talk about martial arts.Maybe it's for the better
I think Parce has stopped using old shticks, mainly because they're outdated and in many cases incorrect now. I mean, nem hasn't been the same "roofles, headshot" character he is almost always shown as.
I could be largely incorrect, though.
So...how's everyone liking it?
*is mauled by rabid sliced bread fans*
His companions' voice is fuzzy and distant, a sheep's bleat in a gale. He can barely hear it through the sea of darkness his head swims in.
What had that woman done to him?
"Azureusu!"
It grows farther and farther with each call. Is his most terrible fear coming true? Has been dealt the hand he gave to so many hapless travellers before...and by a simple woman?
"Forgive me for this, Azureusu."
*Whack!*
Azureusu: OW!
The blow upside his head is comfortably close, he realizes as he snaps back into consciousness to see his blindfolded comrade staring over him, his broken-toothed grin quite wide to see that he has not lost his only friend.
Blin Di: Most fortunate! I feared the woman had done something horrible to you.
Azureusu: Petty tricks and cowardly tactics, friend. I only hope what you did to her was much more horrible.
He looks around, curiosity turning to irritation turning to rage at the sight of no bodies around him.
Blin Di: Ah...yes, well, once she reached for you, I heard reinforcements coming and ran to battle them off.
Azureusu: You would do well to stick to playing with yourself instead of lying, fool. What of the merchant and the brute?
Blin Di: Gone, both, I fear. I didn't dare to fight the woman after seeing what she had done to one as brave and strong as yourself.
Azureusu: ...
Blin Di: I'm better at playing with myself than complimenting, too, aren't I?
He hasn't the time, patience or strength of mind to retort. With a grunt, he hoists himself to his feet and picks up his tetsubo. He brushes himself off and knuckles the small of his back, grunting.
Blin Di: I suppose this will be another night we go hungry.
Azureusu: Until the morning, at least. What a day. Lose our mark...beaten by a woman...my friend is a coward...I'm not sure this day could get much worse.
His ears prick up and he whirls around, tetsubo at the ready, at the sound of creaking, groaning joints.
It is for naught, however; he drops his weapon at the sight of the huge suit of armor, slight, masked woman riding on its shoulder, and the pack of six, black-clad creatures swarming around its knees.
The space between his legs grows a little moister.
Lady Nicole: You are quite mistaken, my friend. Your day is about to get much worse...
I'm a badass!
This is surprising. And cool. Yet surprising. Yet I am not complaining! 
*does a victory dance*
Keep it going!
quote:I like your character as a fat baron sort of dude.
Bajah had this to say about Tron:
I wanna be a bad ass too
IT WORKS.
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Black Mage thought about the meaning of life:
I like your character as a fat baron sort of dude.IT WORKS.
quote:Cheer up! You're going to die tomorrow, anyways!
Bajah had this to say about Knight Rider:
Edit - This is not a bump. [ 03-27-2003: Message edited by: Black Mage ]
Arttemushu: Yes, quite peaceful, I'd say. A lovely change from the hustle and bustle of the cities.
Lenlalru: The cities! Have you been to the great spires of RPCrest?
Arttemushu: Many times, why once...
Their idle banter does not register in her mind. Their topic, however, does.
It is quiet indeed.
She knows from the time spent hunting with her teachers that silence is the weapon of the predator. As the wolf prepares to strike upon the deer, the birds grow quiet, the crickets stop chirping and even the wind seems to die down.
Something was close. However, it was far from any wolf.
The birds and crickets were silent, true...but perhaps that was because there were none. A quick glance through the branches showed no birds on the leafy boughs, and no crickets resting upon blades of grass that had suddenly stopped swaying.
The breeze had stopped, too.
Arttemushu: Pardon me, madame, but what troubles you? You grow pale, despite the friendly sun.
Lenlalru: Tell us, RosaMaru, do you hear something?
RosaMaru: ...I hear nothing.
More skillful men might have exchanged more than just worried glances.
Her ears prick up as the sound of something upon the dirt behind her assaults her senses. Their sound is quick, boots upon the ground. Their smell makes her squint. And their very presence makes her mind ache.
She slowly doffs her shawl and reaches for the blade under her kimono.
Seeing this, and knowing that whatever troubles the ninja troubles them all, Lenlalru reaches for his staff and Arttemushu for his sword.
Lenlalru: What is it?
RosaMaru: Listen...
Arttemushu: ...I hear nothing.
RosaMaru: You are not listening.
They stand so still they don't even breathe. A breeze blows across the road, carrying the pungent aroma with it. Stifling their gags, the wind passes them over, carrying with them the sound:
"Petchow!"
"Arf Arf!"
Lenlalru: Heavens! What...what are they?
RosaMaru: Teganinjas. Creatures of chaos from the shadow worlds.
Arttemushu: Legends speak of the hooting ninjas whose claws tear apart flesh as their mindless babbles rend minds asunder.
Lenlalru: Incredible! You are a living Monstrous Manual!
RosaMaru: They are more than mere legend, friend. These creatures are quite real.
As quickly as it began, their chaos ends and they line up in a line, facing the three and brandishing their claws wickedly, hooting and howling behind their black masks.
Teganinja 1: Lady Nicole sez to kill RosaMaru! But which one is it?
The chaos begins again as five claws go into the air accompanied by shouts of "Ooh! Ooh! I know!"
Teganinja 1: Uhhh...you!
Teganinja 5: The RosaMaru is not here...but hidden inside one of them!
Teganinja 7: Yes! And perhaps decoder rings are inside them as well!
Teganinja 1: Then we must tear them all open to find the RosaMaru!
Teganinja 3: Santa Claus does exist!
Teganinja 2: HOORAY!
The tall lad falls backwards, his eyes wide as he has just heard what no human should never have.
Lenlalru: They set my brain on fire! How are we to defeat them?
RosaMaru: You will take three, and I will take three. This is fair?
Arttemushu: Under normal circumstances, I would object, good lady. However, I am partial to my nutsac, so I shall do as you ask.
With screams that would confuse a sage filling the air like stormclouds, they scamper towards the three, their claws dragging along the ground and kicking up dust as they go, making them appear as a herd of wild cattle stampeding.
They ready themselves for the oncoming fury. She raises her blade in the style she was taught, as the merchant helps his comrade to his feet.
Suddenly, like a tide of pure darkness, they part, three on each side, and hurl themselves towards the three.
Teganinja 4: REMEMBER THE ALAMO!
It springs into the air and falls like a giant panther. Her reflection is caught in its steel claw and for a brief moment...she can see her own surprised gaze.
They jabber and hoot as they circle her, every so often stopping and reversing directions while their companions continue. They move with intent to disorient and confuse. They are smarter than they seem...
Teganinja 4: I got my degree from Ninja U!
Teganinja 6: Hoot!
Teganinja 3: Jabber!
She remains calm, however. The eye of the storm of steel and black. Her sword is upraised in a defensive stance. Ready to strike, but only when necessary. Contrary to appearances, they do not move without purpose, and they will be ready to dart aside when she strikes.
And so, she must let them strike first.
Teganinja 4: She attempts to slay us with internal dialogue! It will not work!
Teganinja 3: Hoot!
Teganinja 4: Jabber!
From the whirlwind of iron and black, one of them leaps from behind, a lightning bolt erupting from the storm. It streaks towards her through the air, air whistling as it is parted by the iron claw reaching for her back.
Its eyes barely have time to open wide enough, its mouth barely enough time to emit a startled scream before it turns to a gurgle as blood fills its throat.
She holds her sword extended for a brief moment, the creature held aloft by the silver blade jutting through its neck. It squirms and struggles for a moment, a live worm on a fisherman's hook, before falling limp. She lowers her sword and unceremoniously slides the creature off of her blade.
The hooting stops, the jabbering stops. The sounds of claws scraping against stone and feet thumping against dirt falls silent. There is an eerie quiet, broken only by the sound of a light body, suddenly grown very heavy, hitting the ground with a puff of dust.
Their gaze shifts, from their dead companion, to the wisp of a woman that slew him, still holding her blade outstretched behind her, pointing at them as if to choose which one of them would be next.
They were no ordinary creatures, no. They were of darkness incarnate and fury given flesh. And yet...they could not deny...this was no ordinary woman, either.
One of them takes a step back...
RosaMaru: Running?
She looks up and they are held fast by the two dark eyes locked upon their own terrifyingly startled gaze.
RosaMaru: ...it is rather rude, after you took so much time to seek me out.
Go Rosamaru!
I'm soo gonna die
Rosa rocks! Rosa! Rosa! Rosa!
Please don't kill me
The best.
Teganinja 2: Round and round the Teganinja goes!
Teganinja 5: When he stops, he'll whap you with a hose!
Lenlalru: They are confusing me! Arttemushu!
The merchant, despite age, wears a mask of discipline upon a wrinkled face. His eyes, weathered and hazy from all they have seen, remain firm. Despite the skinny hands holding it, his sword remains unwavering.
Arttemushu: Discipline, my young friend. Discipline is the key to fighting chaos incarnate. For chaos can only be fought with order!
Teganinja 1: Ho ho! We are immune to inspirational quips like that!
Lenlalru looks at his companion, perhaps unwisely ignoring the raging circle of the Teganinjas as they gallop 'round the two. For a brief moment, the boy sees not an old man who had been dying moments ago, but a pillar of fortitude and strength of mind. Unconsciously, he tightens his grip on his staff...
Teganinja 1: Who will strike first, my brothers?
Lenlalru: They seem to be taking their time...
Teganinja 5: Perhaps we should draw straws!
Arttemushu: Yes...perhaps we have a brief while to prepare for their attack...
Teganinja 2: Okay! They've got to have some straws in their lower intestines!
Arttemushu: Then again...
With a shriek, one of them springs into the air like a lunging predator, falling towards the tall boy like a descending boulder. Lenlalru is frightened, his wide-eyed gaze speaks clearly of that, and though his hands shake, his unmoving feet speaks volumes of his bravery.
In the blink of an eye, he brings his staff before him. Splinters fly through the air as the iron talons of the creature's claw lodge themselves in the wood, their ringing sounding more like frustrated cries as they find only treeskin where they sought flesh and blood.
Inexperienced as he his, Lenlalru sees his chance, and with a mighty shove, dislodges the creature from his weapon. It staggers back once, and falls to the ground as the boy brings his weapon across the Teganinja's head with a mighty crack.
Lenlalru: I...I did it! I killed the beast!
Teganinja 2: Yes you did! Congratulations!
Lenlalru: ...you are not dead!
Teganinja 2: Oops! Guess not! You lose
Like a beartrap, the creature springs back up, curling its body into a ball and flying into Lenlalru's chest with all the strength of a battering ram. With a grunt and a yell of surprise, his staff goes flying from him as the creature crouches upon his chest and raises its claw to the sky, sunlight glistening off the bloodthirsty talons.
Teganinja 2: I had a good description for this action...I am going to enjoy this!
Fear can do many things to a man.
It can make him flee like a rabbit. It can make him scream like a woman.
In Lenlalru's case, however, it can cause him to bring a meaty fist to a creature's face. There is no telling what is past the creature's black mask, but if any teeth existed there, they are surely gone as Lenlalru's fist, like a rampaging bull, smashes against the Teganinja's frail jawbone and shatters it.
There is a brief sway, like an old tree before it is felled by loggers. And then, there is the timber.
As he pushes the creature's lifeless corpse off of him, he springs to his feet, ready to attack the next foe. Partly to lament, and partly to relief, however, there is only a black-clad corpse with a massive red gash through its chest, and a wheezing old merchant standing over it with a bloodied sword.
Lenlalru: You are victorious!
Arttemushu: Caution, my oafish friend, there were three.
RosaMaru: Yes...there were.
They turn to see her, the wisp of a woman standing with a relatively clean blade in her fragile hands, at the center of a circle of four black-clad creatures, each one cut cleaner than a surgeon's incision.
RosaMaru: There is little time to awe, friends. Night approaches and there is an inn not far from here. As I have four to your two, I believe you shall be buying me dinner tonight.
She casts them a tiny smirk, barely enough to see, but enough to give them a little solace to ease their shock. Sliding her sword back into its hiding place, she deftly turns and begins to walk down the road again.
Arttemushu: Well, we had better get going. You did well, lad, for a novice.
Lenlalru: Yes, but now all our foes lay dead. What am I to use this adrenaline on?
Arttemushu: When blood still courses through you and not your enemies, there is but one thing to do...
Lenlalru: Yes, but RosaMaru and I are only good friends.
Arttemushu: ...we have much to discuss.
