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At 10/6/06 03:31 PM, mamatequila wrote:

then have people pm you so the thread sticks to being a story thread y'hear?

No sure how much of a difference it'll make, but...

You heard the mod! PM, not post!

At 10/6/06 03:29 PM, ijustfudgedyourmama wrote:

At 10/6/06 03:28 PM, b3nnic3 wrote: fukk u bich play statin three is gonna fukkin OWN da console woor

said the noob who can not spell station or fuck or war

Lol. Haha. Hee. LMAO!!!!

Please, no fanboyism. I support the Wii wholeheartedly, but I don't think it absolutely pwns every single console made in every single way.

First Night.

The trip over the Atlantic ocean to Exorcist HQ was boring. Gordon wished he that had brought something like the Science department flunkies had, but it wouldn't fit in his pack. With no fellow people who knew his cause to talk to, it was torture.
Eight hours later, Gordon pushed his way into the assignment room.
"Any reason you called me here? Don't give me a third mission in a row..."
"Yes! Your third mission!"
Groan.
"There is a strange happening going on in a city in Los Angeles area, in the United States. We suspect an innocence. You are to accompany a team of finders and try to find it. If you call, we'll send another Exorcist."
"What's happening there?"
"People have been spreading rumors about an old mansion. The children say there's a ghost in there, because the house screams at night."
"Right."
Third mission, another eight hour trip on a plane. He went downstairs and met with the finders.
"Dustin? You're from the department of research, you don't need to risk yourself."
"Yes, but I've made a little something..."
Dustin bounced a little gameboyish thing in his hands.
"...that might prove useful. I'm coming to test it out."

Ten hours later, at the San Francisco airport...

"So what exactly does that thing do, Dustin?"
"It hacks into systems, and stores data, and plays games."
"Ah, hacks?"
"I'm intending to make this thing hack into akuma artificial intellegence and self destruct. Since akuma are real living souls put into achines though, I'm really not sure if this will work, but it fuctions like a golem."
"I understand."
A white robed finder ran up.
"Sir Kramer, there is an akuma in the streets. It is wreaking..."
"Got it."
Gordon broke a window, and jumped out.
"What's he doing!? That's a two-story window! He'll be hurt!"
"No, he won't."
thought Dustin.
Gordon landed nimbly into a bush. The akuma wasn't hard to find. As usual, it was racking up it's kill total. It was deformed, it's ball shape becoming more pronounced, it's guns protuding less from it's body. Gordon rushed up to it and bashed it with his baton anti-akuma weapon. The akuma was slammed into a building, the parts where the baton had touched were burning away.
"The harmless are threatened! The helpless are dying! Invoke!"
The gray baton shimmered, and turned a brilliant white.
"Rest in peace, tortured soul!!"
Gordon thrust the baton into the akuma, the wrenching sound of gears screeched. The akuma withered away, finally leaving behind the original skeleton.
"...Thank....you...."
The skeleton burned away.
"Excellent work, Sir Kramer!"
"It was about to evolve into level two, if it did that, it would become a major problem."
"Was it after the innocence we are going to get?"
"Maybe. It's not the first according to other finder reports. Finders can't hold long against akuma, finders can barely oppose them. They can only hold them, not much destroy them. Let's hurry."

Bwah.

A thought, Dragonman...

When we're done and good with the current RPG, it would be only respectful to put the link to it's summary in an archive, or to put it's link with the next rpg's summary.

olvm

At 10/5/06 08:18 PM, Pimplediddy wrote: Er, am I in or not?

Yes, I just forgot your name.

At 10/5/06 08:14 PM, mamatequila wrote: have people pm you to sign up k? If it's just a signup thread it's getting locked.

It's not just a signup thread, I will start my story as soon as I get enough signups. Kind of like Vegeton's story, y'hear?

Exorcists- Makio, Ryan, Me, Jack, Russ,

Finders- Levon,

Other- Dustin (Exorcist Science Dep.)

At 10/5/06 07:22 PM, Pyromaniac-1 wrote: Exellent story!
You should flash it!

Hmm, but I don't have flash, and my demo has expired. Someone else would need to do it.

At 10/5/06 06:49 PM, BatDan wrote:

They think "tag" enforces slapping.

It sometimes involves cock punches, kicks, tackling, and bear hugs, where I came from.

So what?

Y'know, basketball players are getting pretty darn tall...

At 10/5/06 06:44 PM, SmartNoob wrote: How do I stop this?

Download a shitload of hentai. Diesn't matter, download enough, and everything will be fine.

....ugh. Banning books is bad enough....yes, too bad! Touch football? What the fuck!?! Soccer? What the shit!? Tag..? God damn, these people are retarded.

'Oh, touch football is too rough-'

Then fucking spoil your little weak fatass with candy and four-square!!

Hmm...if people would like to learn a bit more, if they are confused, try reading the main sections of the wikipedia article. In the meantime, I'm guessing Hylian didn't know what an akuma is. Yes, it is a machine. A soul embedded in a machine.
Pic-small...

I laugh at every person who says that trick or treating is gay. Free candy? All I have to do is walk around and scream like a freak in people's faces? 1337ness.

Dejanus and Hylianluigi, I'm not giving up on the NG Civil War- I'm just kicking up another story because the Civil War will soon come to an end...

Anyways, there are...

Exorcists- Makio, Ryan, Me (Gordon)

Finders- Dustin, Levon

Hylian, you said your guy actually uses more of a tool, that pretty much makes him a finder- don't worry, finers are still cool. And Levon, you're a finder, but I'll make sure you receive an innocence too. then I'll add your stuff to it, and I'm guessing that ring is a talisman?

Anyways, I'll just post my profile to make a point...

Name-Gordon Kramer
Age- 17
Description/Past- Was an orphan, located by finders to accomodate his innocence. Not much else is notable. He is 5'10", with green eyes, and a skinny build. Has long, wavy, dirty blonde hair.
Anti-Akuma weapon- A baton, usually disguised within an umbrella, making it look inconspicous.
Synchronization- 65%

Linky to pic.

Yes, I do look kind of girly, but that's just becuase of the long hair. You would need a better drawing....not done in paint.

At 10/5/06 03:56 PM, Thewests wrote: Dang i'd love to be in this story, but i'm not 15 or over.

You can just make up your age...

Gordon Kramer looked up at the moon. It seemed so close-as if he could jump to it. He sighed as the beautiful sight was covered by rainclouds, and as it started to rain. Unfolding his umbrella, he turned on his heel and walked down the side of the street, soaking the bottom of his exorcist coat as rainwater began to pool at the edges of the street. It was 1961, April 1st. Rain in the southern Americas was terrible. Gordon looked forward to returning to Exorcist headquarters, off of the coast of Norway. At least it snowed there. Gordon liked snow. Sighing once again, he gripped the innocence in his pocket. He was lucky- he had found it before an akuma had gotten it. If he found it's accomodator back at HQ, he was even luckier.

This is the opening to my BBS Story, The Shine of the Flood. It's based off of the graphic novel, D.Gray-Man, but it's not identical. I shall explain things, then accept possible sign ups.

Definitions to get you people to understand if you haven't read D.Gray-Man-

Exorcist- Member of the Black Order that opposes the Millenium Earl, the living incarnation of the devil, and his plans to destroy God, Heaven, and Good. Weild anti-akuma weapons to destroy them and exorcise their tortured souls.

Akuma- Soul trapped in a killing machine, enslaved by the Millenium Earl. Grows more powerful as it kills. Soul initially resting in peace, but brought back by loved one borrowing the power of the Earl. Soul is trapped in akuma as it is brought back.

Anti-Akuma weapon- A weapon an Exorcist uses to destroy akuma. It exists in many forms, boots, mutated body parts, weapons, even mudane things such as umbrellas! Each one is weilded by a person chosen to weild it.

Finders- Supporters of Exorcists who do not have the ability to weild anti-akuma weapons, but help the exorcists directly in their mission to destroy akuma and the Millenium Earl.

Innocence- The substance used to make anti-akuma weapons. Also exists in many different forms, and can be turned into many different things. The Millenium Earl is tring to destroy the innocence so exorcists cannot stop his evil mission.

Please post the following after reading the above...

Name- (Real Name, please.)
Age (15+)
Description and Past- (What the character looks like, what happened earlier in his life.)
Anti-Akuma Weapon-(Exorcists only. It can be just about anything, not a penis or a gun, the only gun possibly allowed would be a low-gauge shotgun, a rifle, or pistol. I won't have more than two people with guns, try to be creative.)
Anti-Akuma weapon Synchronization- (1% to 100%, indicates the user's mastery of their anti-akuma weapon.)

Only the initial 18 people I choose will be exorcists. Any others will be finders. IF there are more than 18 people who want to be in the story...

I am not trying to offend anyone or lash out at some people's lack of religon, I'm simply writing a story. If you have a problem, feel free to send me hate mail.

...and Tom the tank engine rules the isle of Sodor.

It cannot be a coincidence, my friend! No!!

I usually change between this sig and my Roobykillall sig (wearing it) about twice every month, I would change with a third sig too, if I had one.

You know, I thought I liked the new trilogy, but then I suddenly like the Original Trilogy better, for some reason.

1-Episode VI
2-Episode V
3-Episode IV

Fuse me with...I don't know. Two other people, mebbe Sarai and Hitthetarget?

Chapter 10- End of a war

Dejanus called base. No answer. The radio crackled, and spit out sounds that were imossible to interpret.
"Try it again, maybe there's an interference."
More feedback, this time, louder. Dejanus punched the radio. Transimission-

"All units disband. We have been found. We have been conquered. The Newgrounds Civil War is over. All units disband."

"What!?"
Again, the transmission played.

"All units disband. We have been found. We have been conquered. The Newgrounds Civil War is over. All units disband."

"Fly back, the war can't be over. No one was stationed at home base."

"All units dis-"

"Shut the fuck up!!!"

The main base was deserted. There was no sign of a fight. It was the type of scene you'd expect an axe murderer to pop out nowhere in.
"Yes...it's ended. Newgrounds can finally go back to the way it was..."
"There's someone in the transmission room."
"It's locked."
"Move it."
Sarai's six-inch metal boot heels penetrated the door, and ripped it away. There was a confused person inside, working away at the transmissions. Sarai rushed up and grabbed him by the collar.
"Who the hell are you!?"
The person remained calm as Sarai screamed at him.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!!?!1"
"Turn the volume down, bitch."
"Bitch?! Why you..."
"Calm down, Sarai."
Sarai stiffened.
"How do you know my name? I haven't seen you."
"I'm Complete. I work with Tom."
"Tom? THE Tom?"
"Yes, let me down."
"No. What the hell did you do?"
"I told every rebel to disband and surrender. The war has ended. Newgrounds can go back to the way it was."
"Take us to Tom."
"......what!?"
"Now."
"That's not-"
"NOW!!!"
"Alright....jeez."
Complete raised his wrist and poked it a few times, everyone watching, confused. Suddenly, everything went white....then black, then blue, then red, then white again.

Gordon Kramer sheilded his eyes from the burning light. He couldn't understand-when had he gotten out? How? All he knew was who he was, and that Newgrounds was not his location anymore. He sat up, he had been lying on the ground, in a metal bed. Was he in the loony bin? Who knows.
"Hello, Gordon. I'm guessing you had a nice time in Newgrounds?"
"Huh?"
Pacing up was Complete.
"The others haven't awaken yet. You're the first.
Complete turned on his heel and walked out.
"Wait-am I on....Earth?"
"Good. You remember. Yes, you are on Earth."
Complete started walking again.
"Wait! Where are we going?"
"To meet Tom, the creator of the dimension codenamed 'New Ground'."

At 10/4/06 04:38 PM, Some-Stupid-Idiot wrote:
Dude you only have one post. Go around the bbs and gain some experience. Then we will get back to you. In the mean time we are not accepting anyone else into this rp since it is nearly done.

SSI, you're right, but give him a break. He might be a resourceful poster, he just needs to improve his grammar.

Oh meh. I haven't appeared yet. Oh well...I can wait. Good update, by the way.

BTW- I like Legend of Zelda and Manga :D

(Please, no Naruto. Think Shonen Jump Advance- HunterXHunter, D. Grayman...)

At 10/3/06 06:25 PM, Racoonmario wrote: Tom Fulp:what happen?
wade fulp:somebody set up us the bomb.

Stamper- All yor base are belong to us.

Since more troops had arrived, Kadrian was taking a much-needed break at the back of the lines. He had several long cuts down his torso, and a particularly deep cut in his cheek. It had been healed so there would not be much of a scar, but the healers didn't have the time to take care of his other wounds, and Kadrian had given away his vulnerary. The pain of the cuts was not very bad, but it was still excruciating. He could feel his blood leaking out, trying to coagulate into much-needed scabs. It wasn't scabbing over, though, and Kadrian couldn't think of a more pathetic death than by bleeding to death from wounds that could be healed. Quite stupid of him.
"All of the healers are at the front line, I can't go back up there. Robert's up there too, for some reason."
Kadrian couldn't understand knights. Their nobility and courteousy confused him, but he was just beginning as a royal guard, and had already been told to wash his mouth out at least forty times, for his breath smelled. Kadrian sighed.
"To hell with it, I might as well go back up there. I can hope in one hand that a healer will come, and shit in the other, which one will fil up first?!"
Kadrian was obviously not going to try that, but just followed it's meaning. He unsheathed the silver sword, starting to tarnish and rust from exposure to blood and bodily fluids.
"I need to polish this."
Kadrian sheathed the sword again, and ran into the mass.

"Hey! Sake!! I have a wound!"
Sake was taking care of someone else. He was right up at the line, and was constantly summoning phantoms to cover him.
"Sake!! I'll cover you if you heal me!"
Sake obviously heard this, because he stopped summoning and focused on his patient. The poor soldier was really bad, probably just clinging to life. Kadrian ran up beside Sake's phantom protector and started slashing.
"Hey, what's your name, phantom?"
Kadrian said jokingly. He knew it wouldn't answer, for it only did the will of it's master, which was killing bad guys, right now. Kadrian once again paid attention to the battle and stabbed a mage who was about to try and conjure a thunder upon Sake's patient. Sake's magical resistance was too great for him to harm, so he was trying to kill someone else. Asshole. Kadrian kicked the mage off of his sword, pulling out of his body. With the same move, he cut the tendon of a hero charging up. The hero, no longer able to manuever his wrist, put his sword into the ground and kneeled, accepting defeat.
"Nergal's troops have a shred of honor? This must be a mercenary."
Thought Kadrian. He let the valiant mercenary retreat, and focused upon a rival myrmidon. This was more dangerous. As a fellow soldier of swordplay, he knew this soldier knew where his sword would do the most damage. The swordsman lunged, angling his sword towards the space in Kadrian's ribcage, for his heart. Kadrian leapt sideways, let the sword graze his stomach, and let out a lash with his blade. He pierced his enemy's heart in the same way the rival swordsman had tried to do to him. His enemy crumpled, quickly bleeding to death. Then, he noticed a face he though he had come upon far too muchly as a coincidence.
"Hey, Robert. Need help?"
"I need every single piece of-"
Robert dodged an incoming arrow.
"-help I can get."
Kadrian assumed a position on Robert's flank, cutting the hapless fool who ignored him.
"Kadrian! Your wounds!"
Oh.
Sake ran up as quickly as he could in his thick robe layering. He chanted a few words, his heal staff glowed slightly, and the pain and cuts disappeared.
"Great, thanks Sake."
"I live to serve mankind."
As Sake paced off to engage a Druid, Kadrian encountered another adept swordsman.
"Here we go again..."

And the first chapter comes!

Great intro, I readily wait for chapter 2.

Sticktopia, ebaumsrules. GO!!!

At 10/2/06 05:45 PM, LemonAxe wrote: Using two condoms makes them more likely to break?!! SHIT!! It might be mine!
Oh shit I am fucked...

Dude....you said the condoms never broke, you should be fine.

Google it.

Hm. I guess this isn't as popular as I thought. Oh well, I'll give this one more chance, then I'll shoot this.