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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3531/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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HAHA HAHAHAHA Speaking of nine footers... I feel like shit right now I just passed two more niners. That weird piece of japanese writing that's at the top of the K rankings by Taka and Naoki (I can't read japanese, sue me), and (here's the big one) Dynamite Rave, which I've been working on for weeks now. I've been fooling around with some sevens too, like I'm Gonna Get You! and Kind Lady, just as little warmup pieces. Man, I'm hungry. |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3532/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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Dude, I have been Chewbacca before and you are NOT Chewbacca. So ROWRMF, ROAARRRRRRMF. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3534/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Ms. Pac Man. |
EDIT: No, it is not a joke. I swear that's what happens. (edited by Nazi on 10-10-05 05:22 PM)
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3535/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Garro: "Ugh, that sucked." |
(thinking): 'I can't unleash this attack while I'm still right in front of him... Too many people might get hurt, and he could counterattack easily. I've got to get him into the air!' With pistols glowing like beacons in his hands, Garro leapt from side to side as he rushed Metal, throwing his arms behind him and letting his coat flap in the wind as 0s and 1s exploded around him. He needed more time to charge, too! At least ten seconds... 1010... A series of binary numbers burst to his side, the shockwave of which threw him into the air and off course, his concentration broken. 1001... He stopped, and tried desperately to regain his focus as more numbers flew toward him. 1000... The numbers exploded at him, but this time he was ready for them, using their added force to power a painful-looking jump toward Metal, the airtime of which he used to holster his pistols, now so bright that those with sunglasses could barely stare at them. 111... He pulled his fist back as he landed next to Metal, out of the way of the heavily damaged warrior's stream of explosive exponents. The gloved hand, now covered in the dirt of several hard falls, glowed a pure white as he prepared himself. 110... Garro reached out and grabbed Metal, the Light energy in his hands strengthening his grip and allowing him to raise Metal (who would now, if he were intelligent, begin pelting Garro with his dynamite digits to try to stop him) above his head, and lower him below his waist... 101... A brilliant white aura of still more Light energy swirled around Garro, a white fire that would protect him from harm so long as he kept his concentration, especially if he was attempting to pull off a story-attack like he was now. 100... A throw! Garro sent Metal flying into the air and immediately whipped out his pistols as the numerically nasty nonpareil rose higher and higher above his head. The white fire burned around him, expanding further and further from his body. 11... Garro squinted into the fall skies as Metal continued to rise. The glowing brightness of the pistols weren't helping his vision, and he knew he needed to concentrate for this to work out... 10... Deadly force? It was possible. Metal's body, however, had taken so much damage from his attacks already that it was equally possible that this attack would be just a tickle to his dented, but not broken, frame. The white fire reached its maximum point and filled a radius of nearly 20 feet around Garro, suddenly beginning to retract as Metal began his descent. 1... Garro could still see Metal in the sky, despite the rapidly receding white fire and the pistols nearly obscuring his vision as he brought them closer together. His hat, his coat, his clothes, all of them were surrounded by pure Light energy. Garro couldn't remember ever tapping this far into what lay inside of him, but the further he explored, the more he saw he did not have. Two thoughts filled his mind; One of desire, to exploit this strength, this skill, to use it to hurt and to heal and to direct the world as he saw fit. The other was exactly the opposite: To leave it latent, out of fear of the strength that the light could give, when used for either good or evil, out of fear of corruption and destruction at his own hands... There wasn't much time left, it was up to him. Fire? Don't fire? To fire would be weak. To fire would mean he wouldn't be willing to control his temptations. To fire, he would have to give in to the need for violence and destruction that his frail human soul expressed... If he kept it inside, he would be stronger, he would know that he could resist his own power. It would never consume him. He'd remain pure, balanced. It would come out. He needed to be patient. It would come out... But there was no time for a decision like that! Metal was going to counterattack any second now, and then Garro would be doomed! What good was his power if he wasn't alive to use it? But what good was the rest of the world if it stood to be destroyed by that kind of power...? 0... "Dammit!" Garro gritted his teeth as the white fire receded entirely back into him. He stopped glowing. His body remained stiff as the two pistols pointed still into the sky. His hands stopped glowing. His clothes returned to their original dirty state. All visual semblance of strength and energy had disappeared from his body. And then he squeezed the triggers. He felt both guns heat up, and both fired at once. The barrels seemed to merge into one in his blurring vision, as a gigantic, football-field-sized blast of shining white Light energy blew outward from both guns. Garro's angelic, demonic wings reappeared on his back, spread to their full span as ethereal feathers flew to and fro in the raging tempest. The white fire rushed out of Garro's body again, the kickback from the destructive power of his two guns consuming his body and reducing the area around him to white ash, burning the ground, burning the grass, burning him. But the burning did not hurt, indeed it empowered him, as white fire was expected to do. The Light energy blast grew and grew as it blazed toward Metal. A satellite camera from the Sim Battle Arena's Space Division was wiped to, and the screens (which nobody would be able to see at this point anyway, what with the blinding light and all) of the Arena's boards showed a beam of white light streaking out from the planet. Garro screamed out as he fired, staring straight into the blast and letting his instincts guide him. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaascennnnnnnnnnnnndannnnnnnnnnce!!!" Tears streamed down Garro's face as he refused to blink at the incredible power he was unleashing. This was not holy. This was not light. This was not strength. This was weakness. Pure, unfettered weakness. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the beam of light stopped, and the skies went back to their original statement. Garro stopped glowing for real this time, and his shoulders, his tired, tired arms, his legs, and his back all drooped as he sank to his knees panting. The pistols smoked a white smoke, and he let them drop to the ground as he reflected on what he just did. He was weak. Desire controlled him, just like every other human. There was no escape from it, was there? Damn.... Damn him. Damn him and his lust. And still, above all else, there was one question that existed in the back of his mind. After all of that, where was Metal? (edited by Nazi on 10-10-05 06:31 PM) (edited by Nazi on 10-10-05 06:34 PM)
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3536/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Clock: The version Trapster saw may also have been translated to Swedish, making some of the dialogue different. |
And man, Vin Diesel IS pretty tough. But I gotta go with Chewie. Not even George Zimmer can keep up with that degree of awesome. Although Darunia does offer a very close second place, Traps.
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3537/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Evan: "Hm? What's this..." |
She was different than before, he could feel it. How? He had no clue. Why? He could guess. The ease at which she deflected that disc and the alteration of reality that caused him to misjudge his kick was just the beginning, he could tell... And if she truly was different than before, there was a chance that she'd be able to beat him into the dirt with ease. What then? Then the shards would be easily accessible, then they would be hers for the taking... And they might fall into the wrong hands. Evan had to keep up his attack! There was no use at all in just sitting back and letting her come at him! He rushed at her, bringing his foot into the air for a roundhouse kick that went full circle! He then raised his hand to his face, snapped his fingers, and blew a hot burst of green flame out at her! "Get out of here now!"
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3538/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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From the sidelines, as the skies darkened, so too did the arena's wings darken. |
In the black, a pair of eyes and a white grin glistened. Grey: "It's time." ---------------------------- Garro looked weakly at the sphere that headed toward him. What was Metal doing? Had he... He had survived! No, no that was impossible. Metal couldn't have survived, if he had then it meant that Garro had held back somehow. That Garro wasn't out to kill, or destroy or maim. Just that Garro was out to challenge. Garro had kept control the entire time. But Garro hadn't felt himself hold back. He thought he was unleashing everything, that he was giving in, giving up, letting power and desire consume him. Garro blinked as the world darkened around him. The ground shook, yet still he had no desire to defend himself. He was too confused. Good and evil were in constant struggle. One would always cancel out the other, no matter what. It really rose the question, was there an absolute good and an absolute evil? Garro wondered. How could it exist in a person? Everyone always had some form of happiness or joy, and some kind of darkness or aggression. They would cancel each other out. They would cancel each other out! Of course! That was what had happened! Garro could feel the earth rising around him as the giant ball approached, pulling him toward it. There was good in him! There was compassion and understanding, and it had caused him to stop, instinctively! He hadn't given in yet... Someday, he thought. Someday he would if he wasn't careful. Now he understood. His purpose was balance, he would never be able to unlock either all of his good side or all of his evil side, because the good in him would keep the evil from taking over and abusing his potential! Other people's beliefs were his fuel, and he was one of the beings that balanced force and faith to better himself and the world around him! He was a scion! A true bringer of balance, a destroyer of ignorance, a---- EXPLOSION'D!!!!!!!! And then the deadly ball of implosive mass hit. The pain was unimaginable, the agony overwhelmed him on a level that would depress even his maker (trust me), and he could feel his body being completely drained of any and all possible defensive counters he might have had to this kind of devastation. Hit after hit, strike after strike, punch and kick after unbearable punch and kick, it was a wonder his body was even holding together! ----------------------- Grey: "What? Don't look at me. I'm not offering the barest amount of protection with the intent of keeping him alive and having him learn a valuable lesson about himself at the cost of feeling the most incredible pain he's ever felt which will in the end leave him stronger but for the timebeing give him a psychotic amount of suffering at the hands of a formidable foe." The camera shifted back to Garro. ----------------------- Garro: "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!" The explosion rocked the arena violently, tossing Garro toward the opposite end of the arena from Metal, which just happened to be right next to the wings. His torso hit first, whipping his head backward and slamming it into the arena wall. In a very bland, un-finessed manner, he ricocheted off of the wall and landed flat on his face, spread-eagled on the ground, shocked into a near-unconscious state. As Garro's mind went completely blank, the marble arena, which had transformed into an astroturf field due to Shadow Sam's special modifications that involved the arena being able to be changed to what the fighters desired, transformed back into its original marble state. It flickered green with astroturf a few times, then back to marble, then finally settled on fake-green astroturf again as an electrical crackling noise could be heard. Next to the entrance of the arena, a scorched bringer of balance, justice, good and evil lay completely prostrate on the ground and unmoving. He quivered a little bit, spasmed a few times, but didn't get up. Still alive, still capable of rational thought, but temporarily taken out of commission. From within the entrance, Grey and Kalar looked on with interest. Kalar: "Good move." Grey: "Thanks." Kalar: "I was referring to Metal." Grey: "Oh. Bastard." Kalar: "Shaddup. Asshole." Grey: "Whatever. He's gonna need a few seconds." Kalar: "Yep." Garro groaned as he reached forward with his hands, the gloves now ripped and his clothes in bad condition. That one hurt a lot. (edited by Grey on 10-10-05 11:19 PM) (edited by Grey on 10-11-05 01:52 AM)
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3539/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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And th※s is a letter? |
(edited by Grey on 10-11-05 01:57 AM)
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3540/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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God, f※ck this. Why am I not in bed yet? |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3541/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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OH GOD I AM NO LONGER GREY. THE MADNESS BEGINS AGAIN. |
soooo tempted to go to sleep right now...
Grey the Stampede |
Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3542/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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S※ y※※h, ※'m w※nd※r※ng wh※ch gr※※n ※s m※r※ styl※sh. |
Grey the Stampede |
Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3543/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Th※ h※ll ※r※ y※※ ※n, Ky※※j※? ※t's sp※ll※d f※n※ fr※m m※ ※nd. |
Grey the Stampede |
Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3544/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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By request! I am not god! |
*bomb*
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3545/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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※'ll k※※p th※t ※n m※nd... ※_q |
(edited by Green on 10-11-05 02:16 AM)
Grey the Stampede |
Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3546/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Shy, ※t's ※※sy t※ f※g※r※ ※※t: ※t ※ll h※pp※ns ※t m※dn※ght t※n※ght, ※ST. |
K※※p y※※r g※※rd ※p, p※※pl※. Th※s ※s g※nn※ b※ B※G. (edited by Green on 10-11-05 10:30 AM)
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3547/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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D※※s th※s m※※n ※ h※v※ b※th ※ p※n※s ※nd ※ v※g※n※ n※w? ※s ※pp※s※d t※ n※※th※r (wh※ch ※s wh※t ※ ※ss※m※d n/※ m※※nt...)? |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3548/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Originally posted by BellaOriginally posted by Ran-chan My math teacher would always tell us that. ASCII art, Shy?
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3549/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Evan: "Why do you think? Why does anyone defend a place of power? Could it be because they don't want to LOSE it?" |
The shards embedded themselves into Evan's clothing, and he let the tough leather protect him as he threw his arms in front of what little of his face was exposed to complete the protection. He let his arms drop to the side upon seeing the staff's light, and eyed it warily. "Maybe a better question for this would be why do you desire it so strongly? To help someone?" His fists became enveloped in red fire again as he hopped backward a few feet, ignoring the wind that came from the staff. "I can guarantee you, the defense I am giving it now will help MANY more people in the future." He dashed forward, punching once with a lone flaming fist, and again with his other fist, which expelled another huge burst of fire at Shen!
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3550/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Evan was thrown to the ground by the force of his own attack, and felt his muscles shake as he tried to pull himself to his feet. Shen just walked away... |
Evan: "What makes you think it'll be safer with you?" He shut his eyes tightly and grunted as he pushed up to his feet. He couldn't let her get them! "Stop right there!!!" He dashed at her from behind this time, as she walked. His body burst into fire again, as he attempted an all-out flaming tackle to bring her to the ground! |
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