I know Yoink started a car club about a year ago, but it seems like it's pretty dead in there. So with that, I'd love to join, as I've been a vehicle lover for most of my life (about.... 14-15 out of 18 years). I'm gonna be getting a Mitsubishi Eclipse some time this month, and I'm getting rid of my Chevy pickup. Gas is just too damn expensive.

((Man, I have been busy with some serious RPing elsewhere, and haven't been around NG lately. I also can't really do my part of this RP anymore, as I've been away too long. I'll still read stuff in here though.))

((Ok, um... I still don't know how I'm gonna jump back into this. On an unrelated note, I'm finally out of high school. WOOHOO! And I got The Incredible Hulk for my PS2 (the new Hulk). I haven't played it yet, but it's an open-world game, which I like. I hope it rocks.))

((Sorry for the unrelated crap. Please don't kill me.))

Dudes! I have awesome fucking news! As of 10:30 AM yesterday, I am officially through with high school! WOOHOO! Actually, last friday was technically the last day for seniors, but I had a few things to finish up for one of my classes, so I spent Monday, Tuesday, and half of yesterday, doing that. I'm proud to say I'm finally done with all my crap. Now I can enjoy the summer and all that. Goodbye high school!

At 6/12/08 04:13 AM, positively-negative wrote:

At 6/11/08 07:56 PM, CannibalCorpseFreak wrote: I realize that there are better basses out there, but this one is a good quality bass for the price.

All I can really say is BC Rich Bronze Series = AVOID LIKE THE PLAGUE. And never trust internet reviews alone cause they are easy to make up.

Meh. At this point, I really don't care. I actually tried one at my local guitar center, and it sounded pretty good. Also, I am one hell of a stubborn SOB. I'll probably still get that bass.

Man, I feel like an idiot for asking what basses are good and all that. I mean I have a BC Rich Metal Master Warlock, and I love that guitar. I'm seriously looking at getting this bass (check the average rating). 4 out of 5 stars is pretty good for a $230 bass. I realize that there are better basses out there, but this one is a good quality bass for the price.

Eh, I'd better stop my rambling before I say something completely idiotic.

((Alright, I'm way too damn lazy to catch myself up on the story with my character and the guy he's with, so could someone throw me in somewhere so I can have some place to continue? I'd appreciate it.))

((Whew! Man, I'm glad tomorrow's my last day of school. I've been busy finishing up some last minute crap for the last couple weeks or so, which is why I haven't been able to post. Now before I post again, I'm gonna need someone to catch me up to whatever the hell's going on, because right now, I'm too damn tired to read through all of these posts.))

At 6/1/08 06:39 PM, Strauss wrote: i feel sorry for you.
you took all that time to post a rant about something we already know.

Haha! I couldn't have said it better myself.... wait, maybe I could have. Oh well. I won't ruin it for you Strauss. I'm actually amazed that he was able to fit all of that into one post. Anywhoser, what have I missed recently?

While you were reading this, Darth Vader stole your hard drive. :P

At 5/15/08 10:18 PM, positively-negative wrote: Ibanez SRX series basses. High output pickups and a thin profile neck make it ideal for metal, bt can be used for any other genre quite well when neccesity requires.

About how much would one of those cost? I'm looking for something under $300 USD.

I haven't been able to get out to a guitar center to check out what basses they've got lately, but I'm still looking at getting one some time this year. What would be a good bass for playing metal? That's primarily the style I play on my guitar.

((Ok, I seriously don't know what to post right now. I need to meet up with someone in Joseph's Hill. I can't post much until then. For now, I'll just say I'm at some tavern or something with the guy I've been travelling with. That's all I got for now. Damn writer's block.))

((Looks like I need to move time foreward a bit. Here I go.))

Daniel and Marcus had spent the night sleeping in the car. When Daniel woke up, his passenger was still sleeping. He figured He'd get moving anyways, so he started the car and drove along a small dirt road until he came upon a populated area. "'Joseph's Hill.'" he said, reading a sign he passed by. "Heh, what a name for a small place like dis. Hey, Marcus, wake up." "Huh? Where are we?" "Apparently we're in some place called Joseph's Hill." "Joseph's Hill, eh? I've heard about this place. Not exactly the friendliest place to be." "Whaddaya mean?" "This area is sitting along a border between two confederate territories. These guys got serious beef with each other." "Holy shit. Why da hell would anyone wanna live here?" "They gotta live somewhere."

((I'm out of ideas at this time. I need to find someone here who I can meet. And try to remember what I'm driving, as well as my appearance. Thanks.))

At 5/9/08 08:34 PM, Chickidydow wrote: ((Ya it will if you can get to Southwestern Montery county, which is quite a distance north-west along the Californian coast, but you'd best be careful as the area is a border of two confederacies at odds with each other, which you probably know if you've read my posts.))

((Ok then. And yes, I've read your posts. Anyways, enough rambling. On with the story.))

The two men had been driving along a narrow highway for a few hours, and it was dark now. Neither of them had said a word since they left San Francisco. Marcus was the first to break the silence. "So, where are we going anyways?" he asked? "I don't know. I'm just followin' da highway. Wait a sec.. dere's a sign here. 'Now enterin' Montery County.' Who da hell thought up dat name?" "Hell if I know. I ain't ever been outside of San Fran." "Well, dat makes two of us." Both of them laughed a bit.

They drove a little bit further, then came across a burning building. Daniel stopped the car and shut the engine off, then got out. "What da hell?" he said quietly. Marcus also got out of the car, shocked by what he was seeing. "Damn. I hope nobody was in there." Daniel suddenly had a flashback to that day he'd lost the only people he'd ever cared about. "Oh god. Oh fuckin' hell. I wish I wasn't seein' dis right now!" "Why?" Marcus asked him "Because.... it... it brings back really bad memories." "I'm not sure I understand."

"Dis.... dis is how I lost my family 11 years ago. My parents, my brothers and sister. My younger bro and sis made it out. But my twin bro, my mom, my dad.... dey neva got out. I tried ta get dem some help, but dey died before I could find it. I wish I coulda saved dem." "Damn, dude. That's gotta be painful emotionally." "I don't even know how I've managed ta keep myself goin' since thay day, but I just know dere's some reason I'm still alive." The two continued talking, unaware that someone was nearby and could hear them.

((I like this a lot better than the whold zombie thing.))

((Chicky, I have a quick question. Is that bar you're at in Northern Cali, or Southern Cali near LA? I was thinking I could be driving around and then come across the burning place. Will that work at all?))

((Ok, forget the cornrows. I'll just go with somewhat short, spiked hair. Everything else stays the same. Anyways, heres my start.))

Daniel had been living with the loss of his family for the past eleven years. The emotional pain was, at times, almost unbearable, but he never let that get in the way of his work. He spent a lot of his time either working out or working on his car, which was nearly 150 years old. It was a 2008 Dodge Charger Daytona edition with a Hemi under the hood. Most of the time, he was alone in the old garage, but every now and then someone would stop to talk to him.

Daniel got up early that day to go for a drive. He had all of his tools in the trunk of the car, and a Cannibal Corpse CD in the car's CD player. He was backing out of the garage when he heard something hit the side of his car. He looked in his side mirrors, and saw a man lying on the sidewalk. Aww, christ, he thought. Can't I go for a drive without dis kinda shit happenin'? He got out to check on the man and noticed a small bruise on his forehead. "Hey, you okay?" "Ooh... oh god." the man said. "Damnit, that hurt." "No surprise dere. Ya ran into da side of my car. Ya hit it pretty hard too." "Well, thanks for stoppin' kid. By the way, the name's Marcus." "Mine's Daniel, but my friends used ta call me Big D. Hey, why don'tcha come in for a few minutes. Get some ice on dat injury." "Aight,that's fine."

The two went in after Daniel got his car back into the garage. Marcus was wondering why a guy like Daniel would help him, but he decided not to ask. "So, what da hell are you doin' wanderin' da streets here, anyways?" The Asian finally asked. "I've never really had a place to call home." Marcus replied. "I was running from some punks tryin' to beat me up, and that's when I ran into your car." "Well, dat explain's dat." Daniel said. "Hey, let's get da hell outta here. I've been spendin' too much time in here anyways. I've been thinkin' about packin' up what little crap I got and just findin' some otha place to live. Gettin' outta dis place is da easy part. Findin' a new spot ain't gonna be so easy." "Well then, let's go now. Shit, this city's practically been a fuckin' ghost town for almost a century now, or so I've heard. Hardly anyone lives here now." "Yeah, I hear ya."

So Daniel decided to pack the rest of his stuff into the trunk of his car, and the two of them headed out of that place, the sound of the roaring Hemi echoing off of the surrounding buildings. They knew that finding a decent place to move in to would be difficult, but they were gonna find a place any way they could.

((I hope I'm not the only one in the area I'm in, but if I am, that's fine. I'll stop here for now.))

One more thing I should add: my character has a bit of a New York tough-guy accent (which is odd, because he's Chinese). Quite a difference from in the last story (he had more of a regular voice). Anyways, I can't wait to get this going.

New RP form for Alien Campaign: Volume 1

Name: Daniel "Big D" Lee

Age: 30

Appearance: Asian, 5'10", black jeans with chain wallet, DethKlok t-shirt, black hair done in cornrows (don't give me any crap about that), full goatee (no side burns), muscular build, brown eyes, gold hoop earring in his left ear, tattoo on upper-left arm that reads "Metalhead" in Chinese, and two dogtags on a chain around his neck.

Equipment: blow torch, tire iron

Skills: Black belt in Tai Kwon Do and Jujitsu, also does welding and vehicle repairs.

Personality: He can be a bit of a jerk, but usually tries to avoid trouble. He loves working on cars and listening to death metal, despite how old it is.

Bio: The first born of four children, he had a twin brother and two younger siblings. They got along very well. One day, when Daniel was 19, he went out for a relaxing drive. What he saw when he returned home horrified him. His house was completely engulfed in flames. His younger brother and sister had escaped, but his twin brother and parents never made it out. He got his siblings into his car, and desparately tried to find a medical facility. Unfortunately, neither of them made it. Daniel knew it was the smoke that killed them. His sister was 15, and his brother was just 12. He never found out how the fire had started, but he's lived with the pain ever since that day. Now he spends most of his time in an old auto repair garage, working on an old car he's managed to keep running for years.

One hell of a long brief Bio, isn't it? :P

Location: Old auto repair garage in the ruins of downtown San Francisco. He rarely leaves the place.

I hope that's a good enough start. I spent.... at least 40 minutes on this.

Damnit, I just want to do some RPing. I know it'll suck if we rush it, but if we wait too long.... I don't know what'll happen. I just hope we can get shit organized and get this damn thing started soon.

At 5/1/08 09:03 PM, Kurofelis wrote: Sorry for my absence. School's been a bitch with the end of the year coming up and all.

Hey, I haven't been posting much either. Mostly because I spend a crap-load of time on Espernet's IRC chat server.

Also, Triv, I don't think you kicked her hard enough.

I'm not even gonna ask what that's about.

Also, there's a mutant leak in the mutagen experimentation sector. Clones of many species are grown, cells are cultured, and all are given various amounts of mutagen, ranging from infinitesimal amounts to near lethal amounts. Everything from radiation to poisoning to physical tampering.

Oh fuck. Felis, please tell me you have things under control. I'd like to wake up in my usual bed in the morning, with all of my limbs attached.

The apes with six arms shouldn't trouble anybody, but watch out for the elephant. It's a rather important experiment, so it can't simply be terminated. It's basically a massive hunk of elephant with six tusks and a bulldozer-bladeish horn. Quite destructive.

Dear god, why the hell did you have to create that thing? I'm not gonna get much sleep with that thing on the loose.

Also, whoever's putting large Chinese finger traps on people's dicks, stop. That's just gay.

What the fuck? Now that's just plain disturbing! Man, the creepiness never stops!

Also, if you see a large tow truck parked at the back of the mansion, leave it alone. I sorta killed the guy who was driving it, so I decided I'd bring it back here and give it a new paint job, as well as new license plates. I don't want anyone to think we stole this thing.

That's all from me today.

At 4/26/08 08:46 AM, Chickidydow wrote: Tough life in a City

I like this one, mainly because I could use my cop story idea for that. I'm kinda stuck on that anyways.

Wow, I have missed a shit load of shit around here. Would anyone mind filling me in on what the fuck has happened in here in the last month? I mean Jesus freakin' Christ! I poke my head in here for the first time in a month and the first thing I see is about sex, porn, and other shit like that. What the hell is all that about?

((I've been thinking about all the ideas I've seen, and I've also thought up an intro I'd use if we started the whole thing over. I'd start off with my character being a 30-year-old cop, and I'd throw in my two siblings, as well as the crash two years prior that killed my twin brother. That would all be in my intro post. I'm all for starting a whole new thread for this. I'd still like to finish the current story, but I've had too much trouble thinking of things to write, which is why I don't post much in here. I like the ideas I've seen, and the fact that I'm a veteran. Hopefully we'll get something figured out.))

At 4/21/08 06:44 PM, Chickidydow wrote: ((I couldn't agree more, I don't know exactly how writing comes to you guys, but I need to feel it, ya know, the words flowing out of my fingers naturally, and every time I try and write on to this story, well it comes out as an awkward, forced, hideous thing that only gets have done. So I say to hell with it and start over, with strict guidelines to prevent something like this from happening again, after all those who do not remember history are bound to repeat it.))

((Actually, I also must concur. I think this is why I've had such a hard time coming up with what to write. I'm not that good with creative writing as it is, but I've somehow managed to make what I'm posting al least make a little sense. Still, I feel that starting over would be the best choice at this point.))

At 2/28/06 06:48 PM, TehreTard wrote:

At 2/28/06 06:28 PM, Gasmask-Clock wrote: I, myself, don't masturbate. But what is this clubs purpose? Just asking.

to give advice or methods used by others to help them to stop masturbating. I stopped masturbating because I found that it's immoral and plus, I found other things to occupy my time, like going on NG

I don't see anything wrong with masturbation. I masturbate every now and then, yet I still find time for other things. I don't do it 5 times a day (3-4 times a week is good enough for me). I'm not going to start an arguement on whether masturbating is good or bad, because things like that usually escalate to flaming, which is what gets threads locked. I respect the opinions of others, but I'll still voice my own.

((This is getting really exciting here. I can't just sit back and read anymore. I gotta continue!))

Big D, June, and Ray Ray were still firing into the crowd of Gangbangers and other psychos below them, when Sgt. Danny gave the order to move. Before Ray Ray could say anything, he found himself being dragged along by the Sgt., then rolling across the floor as the Sgt. released his grip on the teen's arm.

Ray Ray: Jesus Christ, dude! What the fuck was that all about?
Sgt. Danny: Shut up and get behind that filing cabinet!
Ray Ray: But....
Sgt. Danny: GO!

Ray Ray followed D and June to the hiding spot and heard the "clink" of an empty magazine hitting the floor. Things were just getting too crazy for them now.

((I'd make my posts longer, but I can't come up with much at this time.))

((Hey Shalash, if you were talking about me and my siblings when you said "juves", then I should probably remind you that Ray Ray is the only one who's under 18 (he's 16). June is 19, and I'm 23. Plus, we couldn't care less about the use of language. As far as I know, there aren't any kids among us other than Ray Ray, but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.))

((Just a quick side note: Jak, Shalash, you can use my characters in your posts if you'd like. Just don't have me, June, or Ray Ray killed. Got it? Ok, now for some action.))

Big D had seen a lot of strange things in his life, but none of it was anywhere near as strange as what was happening now. Just a minute ago, he had been firing off .50 rounds into the sea of zombies. Now he was staring at blood-spattered walls, trying do figure out what had just happened. June and Ray Ray were just as puzzled.

June: Jesus fucking Christ, what the fuck is going on here?
Ray Ray: I've seen this shit happen in those zombie movies. There's always a group of psycho's who think that this is God's way of punishing the sinners. What they don't realize is that these things don't give a damn if we're sinners or not. All they do is attack people and bite them and shit.
D: Judging by what's painted on that bus, this is probably that group of psychos.
Ray Ray: What was your first clue, Shirlock?
D: This is NOT a good time for that shit, bro. Now shut the hell up and start shooting, damnit!

The three opened fire on the madmen coming out of God's Raven, realizing that they only had two options: Kill or be killed.

D: *shouting* I hate having to do this, but you leave me no choice!
June: Why? Why does it have to be this way? WHY?!
Ray Ray: Damnit! This is not how I was raised!
June: We're not happy about this either.

((Ok, so that's where I'll leave off now.))

((Ok, this is good. Now for a little more from my part. (Note: in my last post, I mentioned someone named Dennis. He was Big D's fraternal twin brother I mentioned in my joining post in here.) I hope this goes well.))

D and June were asleep for just a few moments when a loud "BOOM!" woke them up. Their younger brother, however, was still asleep.

June: Shit, he really is worn out. Hey, Ray Ray, get up. *shakes him a bit* Get up, damnit!
D: *shouting* Yo, sleepin' beauty! Wake the fuck up!
Ray Ray: *groaning* Dude, what the hell?
D: Something just blew up right outside this building. We gotta get movin'.
Ray Ray: Aww, fuck. It just won't stop!

The three got up and went to get their guns back. D's gun was the biggest, a civilian model semi-auto FN F2000 with a scope. June had an old .44 revolver, and Ray Ray had twin Smith & Wesson ((correct my spelling if needed)) .45's.

{A few minutes later}

D: Ok, we got our guns back. Now we gotta find out what the hell's going on.
June: Man, I missed this thing.
Ray Ray: Ugh! Let's just get this over with.

((That's all for tonight. I'llpost more tomorrow after school.))

((Wow, I have missed a lot of shit here. I may as well post some more, then someone can get me up to date with everything.))

Big D and his siblings had been through a lot in the past several hours: barely escaping D's truck just before the fuel tanks ignited and exploded, fighting hordes of zombies, the sawmill, and more zombies. Now they were at City Hall, all worn out from the events of the day. D's younger brother was the first to collapse from exhaustion.

D: Yeah, I'ma let you rest, bro. You've been through a lot.
June: We all have.
D: I hear that.

D took a moment to inspect his hair, and noticed that his dreads were pretty messy.

D: Damn. I hate it when this happens!
June: Hey, at least we're alive. That's what matters.
D: True.
June: Man, I wonder what Dennis woulda thought about all this?
D: Heh, he probably woulda thought the same as me: This shit is messed up.
June: Yeah, but he's in a better place now... I hope.
D: It's amazing how a person's life can be taken away so quickly. If he hadn't been killed in that crash 2 years ago, he'd probably be chattin' with us right now.
June: Yeah.

The two continued to talk for another 20 minutes before they decided to get some rest.

((Ok, I'm hoping someone is sitting nearby that can hear us talking. I'm done for now.))