Profile for Enraged Slith
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| Displayed name | Enraged Slith |
| Member number | 27 |
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| Registered | Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Monday, October 27 2003 08:56
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OOC: Yes you may join. IC: Thompson stood torn by two sides. What made the moon clan better than the Greywraiths, they both had the same intentions, they both wanted the power for themselves. The Moon clan had slain many young men that day, but did they do it for their brethren's safety, or for power? Thompson toiled with this question, but could not find an answer. If he were to return home then he would be hunted down and killed. He had a better chance for survival by staying with the Moon clan. "When it comes down to my survival, I have no choice but to stay with you. But do not think I agree with you." Dern sitting in a chair in his office looking concerned. They had buried the dead and were now resting. "I am glad to have you with us, Mr...." "My name is Thompson." "...Thompson. I assure you that we want nothing else to do with these stones. We just want to survive." "Whatever." Thompson then walks out of the room. -------------------- "Wow, fish." Hahahaha, I crack myself up. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 26 2003 18:06
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OOC: I will put this in the badguys perspective. IC: Ignus was in a particularly good mood today. There was one clan left to take care of, and he had just sent some of his troops to finish it off. In a matter of hours the entire continent would be his, and with the stones his power would be limitless. Walking around his room he spots the staff that his soldiers carry. Channeling energy into his hand he picks up the staff and strokes it fondly. Such weapons are hard to come by, but with the imbuing power of the crystals, ordinary wooden staves had become almost exact replicas the notorious Ex Feres staves. Ignus was different than the rest of his clan. After consuming the power of the crystals his lower brethren had to give part of their soul to harness the power. Ignus, a very skilled *warlock, had been able to channel the power without any side-effects. *Warlocks are blademasters with the power to channel spiritual and elemental energy into their attacks. Lost in pride Ignus almost didn't here the knock at his door. "Come in," Ignus said in a cheerful voice. A man walked in and Ignus immediatly recognized him as the captain of the soldiers sent out to destroy the final clan. "Back so soon?" Ignus asked in a curious but deadly tone. Quickly falling down on one knee the captain spoke, not daring to look into Ignus's eyes. "There were many skilled warriors there, they outnumbered us 20 to 1. We hadn't expected such a large group of them. We killed most of them, but in the end we were driven back." The captain cringed as Ignus made as though he were going to strike him down. "How could my troops, AUGMENTED WITH POWERFUL ENERGIES, HAVE LOST TO A BUNCH OF WEAKLINGS!" "They had hired mercinaries," *Ignus's hand raises* *The captain correcting himself,* "strong mercinaries! Ones with years of experience." Fuming Ignus manages to speak a few words with pauses inbetween to let out steam, "Get......me......the.......names......of.....every.....warrior.....who.......fought..... against......us!" "Y-y-yes sir!" The captain runs out, happy to be away from his mad leader. Throwing the staff into the corner of his room, Ignus starts beating the wall with his fists in rage. His goal has been posponed because of some rag tag mercinaries. He wouldn't rest until every one of them was resting in a pool of their own blood. [ Sunday, October 26, 2003 18:10: Message edited by: Infuriated Slith ] -------------------- "Wow, fish." Hahahaha, I crack myself up. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 26 2003 16:16
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Most of the Greywraith Clansmen are slain, the rest start to retreat. "Oh no you don't," Thompson grumbles. Notching an arrow to his bow, he lets it fly at one of the slower men piercing him through the back. The survivors look around them. There is death everywhere; what the Greywraith clan lost was in pale comparison to what they had left behind. 5/6s of the men that had ventured to Furya had died. Only the best of warriors had survived the battle. Looking around Thompson noticed that all of his roommates were still alive. Sadly, Dern trudged around the room, making prayers for those who had died. There is a long silence, broken only by the pitter patter of blood and the soft whisper of Dern's prayers. Then something snaps inside Thompson, he runs up to Dern and lifts him by his neck. "YOU BASTARD! LURING ALL THESE FIGHTERS TO THEIR DEATHS, YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN THOSE WE FOUGHT! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO LIVE, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATH OF EVERY MAN HERE! Before I leave, I will put an end to your evil." Drawing a dagger from his belt Thompson holds it up high, and poises it at Derns heart. In a soft and concerned voice Dern speaks, "Slay me then. I did what was best for my people, and I have no regrets. But be warned that now that you have killed one of them, they will hunt you down and avenge their brethren." A tear runs down his cheek, "But you have no idea what I feel right now. I had to save my people and I was desperate, but in the process I killed many men and women who didn't even know what they were fighting for. All their faces are marked with the same death pose. Confused, angered, sad, and frightened. I would long for death, but my people still need me. Killing me will make no difference, just another corpse in this room of death." Thompson drops Dern, none too lightly, on the ground and walks away grumbling. OOC: Actually this RP could take two directions right now. One we could go back home and meet the avenging Greywraith dudes or help the Moon Clan. It's the choice of whoever posts next. -------------------- "Wow, fish." Hahahaha, I crack myself up. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 26 2003 12:29
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OOC: If the greywraith dudes were that easy to kill, why do you think anyone would bother "hiring" soldiers... IC: As Zir and Taihen both grab a greywraith staff, they immediatly drop them hands chared. Neither has the mental capacity or power to keep the magic flames from touching their skin. OOC: The Greywraith dudes have to focus alot of energy on keeping the staff from burning themselves. The only reason that one guy got killed by his own staff is because Dern surprised him. Sorry for the "technicalities" I still need to work out a few kinks. "...Groovy," Evil Dead? -------------------- "Wow, fish." Hahahaha, I crack myself up. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 26 2003 08:58
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OOC: Maybe I wasn't clear enough (Actually I wasn't.) These guys are very tough and can swing their staves with deadly speed and accuracy. Their mutation did not boost their strength very much, but they are stealthy and extremely intelligent. If someone started to do fancy blade tricks to try and distract them, they would just beat them to a pulp. I'm not mad or anything, this is just a heads up for future posts. IC: Thompson put an arrow to his bow, and looked around for a clear shot. To his left, a path was slowly being made by one of the clansman, stave swinging everywhere slaying all who got to close. The path opened up and Thompson saw his chance. Pulling the string back, Thompson let his arrow lose at the clansman's head, but with much surprise the man deflected it. The clansman advanced on Thompson, twirling his staff around his body to block attacks from all sides so fast that it looked as though he had a personal forcefield. Thompson knew none of his arrows were going to land and he was finished. Then out of nowhere a battle hammer was flung at the clansman knocking his staff and pushing it into his own chest. Screaming in agony the clansman fell over dead, melting on his own staff. Then the fighter came and retrived his hammer. Thompson recognized him to be Dern. Dern (Looking at Thompson): "I'm not that much of an ****er to watch everyone die." Dern then walked away to help more of the fighters. [ Sunday, October 26, 2003 09:10: Message edited by: Infuriated Slith ] -------------------- "Wow, fish." Hahahaha, I crack myself up. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Saturday, October 25 2003 11:36
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OOC: Most certainly, continuing the plot now that we seem to be ready. IC: After many hours of poking and prodding at the walls, they decide to go to sleep. Early in the morning they get a rude wake up call. *There is a loud noise, like a thousand hammers striking a giant gong.* *Everyone is immediatly thrown awake.* Thompson: "Whoa! What the **** was that noise!" *A spiritual figure appears in the center of the room. They recognize it as the official that had given them their tour.* Thompson: "You! How dare you lock us in this room, you ****ing *****. You better get out of here now before I shove this dagger up your ****ing saggy ass!" *The figure raises its eyebrow* Official???: (With a hint of sarcasim) "Well glad to see you are awake." Thompson: "What the **** do you want, waking us up this early." Official: "All will be explained, your doors are unlocked, please proceed down to the mess hall. Oh and dont forget your weapons." *The figure disappears and the door magicly opens. A bit confused they dress, and leave for the hall, not forgetting their weapons.* ***Mess Hall*** *The entire room is packed with warriors, all with the same confused and angered expression on their faces.* *Nothing seems to be happening, when a door opens and a large man enters the room, accompanied by guards.* Man: "Greetings great warriors, I am glad you came." *Some fighter shouts out* Fighter: "Who the hell do you think you are, locking us in our rooms like that!?! Don't you realize that none of us here give a **** about your city, and could easily destroy it! I wouldn't tempt us." *A murmer goes through the crowd* Aran: "He is right. This is very strange, no one would be that foolish to annoy hundreds of seasoned warriors. There is something wrong, and I intend to find out what." *The man waves his hands and silents the throng.* Man: "First I will tell you who I am. My name is Dern Gylus, leader of the Moon clan. We didn't want to let any of you out, lest you start a fight. We can't have our soldiers tired out, before a battle." *Everyone jumps in surprise at the word soldiers* Fighter: "Soldiers! Your soldiers! We aren't serving you, we came here for a tournament!" Dern: "Yes you did, unfortunatly that was a lie. I am sorry that we have decieved you, but we are in need of your services. If you would let me I will tell you of our problem." *There is a silence again, but everyone is fuming.* Dern: "On this small continent of Furya, there are 10 clans, who were at war for centuries, just to control this land. Fortuantly, we have finally been able to agree to split the land into seperate regions, and be at peace. But one of the clans has not agreed yet, the Greywraith Clan. Our alliance decided to kill them, and split up their share of the land, we could surely face them with our superior numbers. Unfortunatly we were wrong they overran the clans one by one, slaying each and every man, woman, and child. We are the only clan left, and we needed help to stop them." Fighter: "If they were so strong, why didn't they just kill all of you in the first place!?! What is so special about this land!?!" Dern: "They were never this strong, until they learned the secrets. This land is not just ordinary earth. We are sitting on top of a huge mine of stones, each holding an immense amount of magic. All of us wanted to harvest all the rocks, and find some way to take their power. No one has ever found out a way. But they have. And using that power they have immbued and augmented their warriors, summoned mass hordes of demons and undead, just to kill us all off." Fighter: "...And you wanted us to help you! Well forget it, I don't know about the rest of you, but I am leaving!" Dern: "I am sorry but you cannot leave." Fighter: "Why the **** not! Who is going to stop me!" Dern *pointing to each of the windows and doors.*: "They are. Prepare yourselves, the Graywraith clan is attacking!" *Creatures, who appear as men, but larger, jump down from windows and run through the doors. Their skin is black, and they wear only a grey jerkin and a grey cape. They have no hair and their eyes glow red. They each wield a glowing staff.* *Snarling, they charge the warriors.* *The men in the front fall immediatly, the clan members are very strong, and are expert fighters.* Aran: "Hmm... very clever." OOC: Yeah um... dont panic. You will kill these guys, but you cant do it alone. If you try to fight one wihtout help, it will kick your ass. Watch out for their staves, they like to melt skin off the bones. -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Friday, October 24 2003 16:19
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If Jeff makes an Avernum 4, I won't rest until he makes it for Exile as well. I'm sure he will try something new, Geneforge was a step away from the usual games he makes. He might take another one and make something that will blow our minds away. -------------------- "Wow, fish." Hahahaha, I crack myself up. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Friday, October 24 2003 15:59
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OOC: good luck... IC: Thompson: "Stand back you weaklings. Let me have a go at this door." *Thompson braces himself then charges full force at the door poising his shoulder straight at the middle.* *He hits the door and there is a loud BZZZAP!* *A blue aura appears around the door for a second and Thompson is thrown back into the opposite wall.* *Raitt touches the door with his hand, and quickly draws it back recieving a sharp shock.* Raitt: "Looks like a forcefield, and a strong one too. We wont be able to get through the door my friends." Thompson, rubbing his head: "No ****." Arch: "The walls maybe..?" Zir: "Let me try." *Zir whips out his swords and lays waste to a portion of the wall.* Zir: "Easy as pi... what the hell?" *The wall immediatly grows back in full.* *They all stare at the wall in surprise. No one is leaving this room.* Taihen: "I call top bunk." [ Friday, October 24, 2003 16:00: Message edited by: Infuriated Slith ] -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Friday, October 24 2003 15:04
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OOC: We got about 7 people including me, I will start the RP now, but anyone who wants to join may do so now, just make sure that you aren't passed 15. We have 8 slots left. IC: The ship lands in port, and the warriors leave onto the deck, boasting of their victories and skills. There are many other ships at the port, all full of fighters, mages, and other warriors ready to fight. The port is very heavily guarded, and at the end of each street stands an official looking man. Our heroes walk down their street to meet him. Official: "Greetings warriors, welcome to Furya. I know you are all eager to get started, but I must first get you familiar with the stadium and our rules. Then I will take you to your rooms." *Following the man, they head to the stadium, and after a long hour of touring he leads them to their rooms.* Official: "That concludes our tour... any questions regarding the rules or where everything is?" Thompson: "Yeah, can I get a complimentary whore on my pillow every morning?" Official (Slightly annoyed.): "Yes well, good day to you sirs." *He slides a key into a huge steel door, unlocking it. He beckons the warriors inside.* Aran: "Don't we get a key for this?" *Official closing door*: "Sorry, but we can't let eager warriors roam the hall. Fights could break out." *The door is locked and the warriors lay down their belongings, slightly confused.* OOC: This is your last chance to join, you can just appear in the room. -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Thursday, October 23 2003 17:51
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Well Germans are not the ones currently overpopulating our country, thank you very much. But truthfully we dont need to know German because most Mexicans cant speak it.  Oh and Americans can hardly speak their own language.  -------------------- "Wow, fish." Hahahaha, I crack myself up. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Thursday, October 23 2003 17:48
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Boring title, Eh? Okay whatever, new RP. It will follow a story. On the small continent of Furya a tournament is being held. A contest between warriors, who battle for the title of greatest warrior in the land. The news has spread and many warriors from around the world have sailed to the continent to prove their strength and valor. A small ship sailing across the sea to the island has been home for fifteen eager warriors, for the past 3 months. Now the journy has come to and end, and the adventure has yet to begin. *Waves crash against the small ship as it sails effortlessly across the ocean. A sailor twitches in his sleep as a Swallow pecks at crums in his beard.* Sailor: "Hgf rnz," *He opens his eyes. Flailing his arms around he swipes at the swallow.* "Ay, ger'off me!" *Standing up the sailor brushes himself off and runs a hand through his thinning gray hair. After scratching himself, he jumps with realization.* "That was a land bird!" *Quickly climbing up the mast he grabs a telescope and peers over the horizon. A smile comes to his lips as he spots their destination.* "Hoy, land ho'!" *Every man on the ship quickly forgets about their tasks at hand and run to the bow of the ship, trying to get a glimse of land. In a few hours they would arrive at their destination. Little did they know what mysteries shrouded the island, and what was really in store for them...* OOC: A bit cheesy, but I haven't written a story in a loooooooooong time. Basiclly so this RP doesn't get too crowded I'm going to allow 15 people to join, including me, so there are 14 slots left. When you join please state what number you are, starting at 2. After fifteen the RP is closed to everyone, unless there is special permission from me.  Character - Name: Thompson Redd Class (Try not to be too bland): Skilled with all weapons but prefers the bow. Description: Average height of about 5'9, very muscular. His hair is brown and is cut just below his ears. He has dark brown and round eyes. He is a bully, doesn't like to work with other people, and he very rude. Also very vain. Story: Thompson Redd, a mediocre mercinary, is a skilled fighter, but tends to leap before he looks. He can't control his temper or his tongue, and that usually gets him thrown in the town jail for a week or so. He plans on winning the tournament to establish a better name for himself, and reap in the women, money, and beer. (Slight Spoiler) *Oh and don't plan on there being a tourament* -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Thursday, October 23 2003 16:56
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That game was so bad, I think my brain started to bleed from boredom. -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, October 22 2003 16:14
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quote:I remember a few times when I have fallen asleep downstairs, and then waking up on my upstairs bedroom floor. quote:Yes, a bit like the matrix. I seem to have the same nothingness dream every night... -------------------- "Wow, fish." Hahahaha, I crack myself up. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, October 22 2003 12:12
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quote:Actually my character is dead. He died with a sad mellow dramatic ending. Didn't you read page 11?!?! Ohwell, just wanted to make it clear that Fluffy is dead and just to show you how he died I'm going to quote myself. quote: -------------------- "You know a book is good, when it makes you feel like crying or reaching into its fictional realm and strangling one of the characters." Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, October 22 2003 12:04
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I like to disappear for a few months, then come back for awhile, then disappear again. It depends on which games I am playing. Oh and I'm member #27, woot. -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, October 21 2003 16:09
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In a more buisness oriented opinion: Why should Jeff waste money and time with graphics and high tech gameplay if people will still buy his games? Remember, thinking about the customer doesn't exactly mean you care about them (in a friendly manner.) Because Jeff makes games that work for a wide variety of computers, he makes more money. I'm not saying Jeff is a cold hearted bastard, but the main reason buisnesses care about their customers, is because they want lots of money. More money = happiness Edit: quote:No.  [ Tuesday, October 21, 2003 16:11: Message edited by: Infuriated Slith ] -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, October 21 2003 14:31
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Jeff's games are not as high tech as alot of the new games you find in gaming magazines, but there is something very satisfying about playing a simple game without the huge text book of rules and all the explosive graphics. -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 19 2003 16:22
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I first stumbled across Exile and Exile 2 in 96, while searching through downloadable games off the interenet. I played them for a few weeks, lost interest, then a year later I beat every single side quest and mission in the E2 demo, until there were no monsters left to fight and no quests to complete. I then registered it. I have loved these games ever since. -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Saturday, October 18 2003 14:07
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RPs cant be made up as you go along. They become boring because there is no real goal in site. They will eventually just turn into, there are some monsters in the way and we kill them. Thats why in real RPs there is always a DM, or God, who plans out the story, encounters, etc. So there is never a dull moment. Baltazar the Mad was a decent RP because it actually had a story. Zombie Attack 2 RPG was a piece of ****, so I left. Would somebody take control and make this an RP or will I? -------------------- "Wow, fish." Hahahaha, I crack myself up. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, October 15 2003 17:22
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Either the it got lost in the mail, Jeff screwed up, or you screwed up. Just email him and ask why it hasn't arrived yet. He usually replies to emails. -------------------- "Wow, fish." Hahahaha, I crack myself up. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, October 15 2003 17:16
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quote:Also very scary.  EDIT: What scares me more is that if you really got your moral judgment from a computer game, then what about those guys who play the GTA series or FPSs, excessively. Now thats scary. [ Wednesday, October 15, 2003 17:19: Message edited by: Enraged Slith ] -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Monday, October 13 2003 13:52
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I'd suggest Ogre Battle games. Ogre Battle 64: Person of Lordly Calibur, is by far the greatest and my favorite game ever. Its a strategy RPG with a unique battle system. If you have an N64 rent it. IF you are a true lover of RPGs then you will love the game. (Its nice and long to, with 40 hours of gameplay.) -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Friday, October 10 2003 15:44
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For all those people who did not know, America is not a Democracy its a Republic, a variation of Democracy. You would think that the people in California would be smart enough to actually vote for a real politician instead of some movie actor. Arnold wont do as bad as most of the other canidates, but seriously, name recognition wont run a state or country to its full potential. The only reason these morons win is because there are enough dumbasses in the world to actually vote for them. I hope Arnold winning the election doesn't spark a chain reaction of celebrities running for political positions. That could really put our country in the crap hole. -------------------- "Wow, fish." Hahahaha, I crack myself up. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, October 8 2003 15:10
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OOC: Thank you, I just didn't want to run around and kill multiple Zombies for the entire RP. IC: *Fayla and four other guards are holding back group of Zombies from a main pathway.* Guard: "Hold them back! If we let them through, these houses and buildings will be overrun with their filth. We can't let them gain this pathway." *Fayla smote a charging Zombie a hefty blow with her shield* Fayla: "They keep coming, there seems to be no end to them!" *The Zombies were weak, and the swords cut through them like butter. But every time one was slain, two seemed to take its place.* *One of the Guards stabbed a Zombie clean through with his spear. The Zombie melted taking the spear with it.* Guard: "What the hell?" *Using his shield he beat the remaining Zombies surrounding him down. He then unshethed his secondary sword and began cutting more down.* *The Zombies started to thin, when a man in a dark blue and black robe stepped onto the path.* Fayla: "Quick help us!" *The man grinned, and revealed a wand he had been hiding. Then he began waving it around chanting something foul.* *There was a flash of light, and every slain Zombie rose from the ground. He then vanished from sight* *One guard was immediatly engulfed by a group of the creatures, and instantly slain.* *Fayla and the remaining guards quickly retreated down the path.* Fayla: "Quick stand together, or we wont survive long!" *Standing in a circle formation, Fayla and the guards waited for the onslaught.* -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, October 8 2003 11:54
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OOC: I didn't join the first Zombie RP, nor did I read it. Is this just going to be a zombie slaughter, where they are attacking for no reason, or is there actually going to be a story? I'm just going to leave if we dont have story. -------------------- I be rockin' da paradise baby. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |