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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82  Posts: 3571/3770 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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| Kalar: "So what, you expect us to believe that you just magically appeared here after that?" Garro nursed an especially nasty wound on his side as he roasted another hot dog... There was a flash of white light, and the wound was more or less gone, with only a small bit of scar tissue remaining. He'd take care of that tomorrow. "What about that girl, Stacice?" |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3572/3770 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: "How'd you know my name...." He then remembered that time when she stared into his soul... Could she read minds, too? Then that meant she knew why he was here, too. He wouldn't need to describe it. Good, mind reading made things easier in cases like this. "I...I'm not done yet! You'll return those shards when you're done! I swear I'll follow you to the ends of the earth if you don't!" |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3573/3770 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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| Well, I COULD delete it... Or Display Case it... Or Trash it... But people still seem to be posting. |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3574/3770 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: "First tell me how I know they'll be safe with you." He wouldn't let her through if she didn't... He knew how to get to the shards, he had hidden them himself. But, well, wait, she could read his mind. "Come on, if you know so much about all of this then you know why I'm here. I already gave him an asskicking once, This is just one of many essential places that he can't go to!" |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3575/3770 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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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3576/3770 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: "You... You bet..." He raised the pistol, and aimed it at Metal. This was it. He wouldn't miss. Maintain the balance... Metal was using excessively dark powers to cause large amounts of destruction... But wait, didn't he also use holy abilities, too? Metal... Metal could do anything, almost like Garro... Because Metal believed in himself, instead of letting others believe for him. Garro had been faced with this dilemma before. Fire, or don't fire? Regardless of what happened, this wasn't a simple power struggle within himself now. This was real life and death. Metal was in a position where he could easily destroy Garro if Garro didn't stop him now. One bullet. Through the head. Metal on the floor. Garro could see it clearly in his mind. The pistol was up. The clock was ticking. Metal was coming forward. And Garro was hesitating. He pointed the gun right at Metal's forehead, taking very, very careful aim. He would not miss. He would not miss. He would not let himself miss this shot. |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3578/3770 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: "...." |
His hands quivered and the barrel of the gun shook. In his focus, Garro's vision began to blur. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as Metal stopped to kneel. If he missed, it'd all be over. If he hit, a courageous, formidable foe would fall dead on the ground, or at least so severely wounded that the medical technicians would have to rush to his aid. Metal had fought well. Garro was at least evenly matched with him, if one of them didn't far outclass the other. Metal had a lot more to show to the world, and here he was at the mercy of a man tempted by darkness and death. Metal worked on both sides of the spectrum, like Garro. Was it worth it? Was victory worth disrupting that kind of balance? Only one thing to do, really... "No." Garro lowered the gun. He turned his back on Metal. As he holstered the gun he spoke... "I'd like to think that today I had the courage to show you mercy in the face of death." He stood erect, in a position of resolute surrender. It wasn't worth it to keep fighting today. "Now. Are you going to finish me off? Or shall I surrender quietly?" Grey's eyes widened as Garro stared at not Metal, but him. Garro understood a little more today just how Grey worked. Garro smiled gruffly, and nodded his head at his leader. A small tic could be seen on Grey's face, but after a few moments of exchange, his expression changed from surprise to acceptance. "Come on... Metal." He began to raise his hand. "Let's see what you're made of." (restricted) |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3580/3770 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 whirled around, grinned, and grabbed Metal's hand. |
Garro: "Win, lose, or draw, I couldn't agree---" He raised his hand, whipped out the pistol, pointed it at Metal, and cinematically faked a shot after skidding backwards and out of range of Metal's laser sword. When Metal's head was proven to have not exploded into pieces, the still-grinning Garro froze in place with his gun pointed in the air wildly and a comical expression on his face, then re-holstered the pistol. "Whoop! Got ya there. Man, that coulda been WAY too easy. Come on, let's go to the cafeteria, I'll guest you. Oh, but first..." He snaps his fingers, and his hand begins to glow white. He waves it around a few times, until a trail of light begins to emit from his hand. He places the hand on his breast, and the white light spreads to his whole body. When he takes it off he is, save for the most grievous and abrasive of injuries, almost completely healed. "Ah, that's better. Let's roll!" He puts his arm around Metal in a buddy-buddy way, and guides him off of the arena, healing him as he does so. As Garro and Metal pass by Kalar, Garro's grinning companion raises his hand for a high five. Garro reaches out, makes the slap, and the crowd, which has previously been silent for the entirety of the match's dramatic finish, goes absolutely insane. Grey: "Well done, Garro. Well done. Both of you, very well done..." He looks Metal up and down as they leave the arena. This one, he thought, was definitely one to watch. (edited by Green on 10-14-05 09:38 AM) (restricted) | (restricted) | (restricted) |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3584/3770 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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Kalar: "Whoa... Dude, that's intense." |
Garro: "I was really expecting more... You all need to hear this story I've got to tell you, man, is it a jar. Haha, and stuff." The skies had been dark for a while now... The stars were just beginning to come out. It was pretty clear out, didn't look like there'd be any rain, for once. The dead of the night air was almost cinematic in nature... Kalar: "Alright, alright Garro... We're done interrupting for now. Come on, anyone else got a story? I doubt we all want to be subjected to Garro's tale."
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3585/3770 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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Not wanting to be counted out of the action for one last turn, Grey hits up Square 11, and prepares himself for the big plunge... |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3586/3770 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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Okay, good. At least now I know that I'm not the ONLY person in the world who's interested in this game. But don't give any of it away! I'm still looking forward to that, the surgery game, and Trace... |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3587/3770 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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No. Why? |
I laugh at the unrealistic. I also enjoy my moments of zen when I game. They don't come too often anymore. I feel these are moments when I have achieved a total release of aggression and stress. They're fun!
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3588/3770 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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A story. I wrote this in half an hour. Feedback is appreciated. |
I’m suddenly kind of angry. I can’t place my finger on why. I believe I may be more grumpy than anything else. Yes, grumpy. Perhaps I am somehow unsatisfied with my life. Such is the case usually. I don’t just get grumpy for no reason. Well, that’s a lie. I do. Constantly. But today it feels like there is a reason. Today it feels like something has happened to cause me to become disgruntled, to further my dissatisfaction with my current state of being. Perhaps it is the constant prompting I have to restart my computer after Windows Update executes. Perhaps it is the loneliness I feel as I sit, typing at my computer at 12:46 AM. The thought that everyone around me has somebody? The thought that everyone around me can define success, whereas I stand alone and confused? Nay, that’s self-pity. Self pity is useless when attempting to discern the cause of loneliness. Oftentimes I go to sleep wondering where I stand in the world. The friends I’ve made on the internet and in real life are hallmarks of where I am in my life. What can I do? How can I function? Where does my worth lie? I asked myself that as I went to work the next day. Toys. Always toys. That’s really all the business is about. My boss? A barrel of a woman, constantly obsessing over small details. She reminded me of a classic 1950s housewife, puttering about and dusting and wiping and inspecting every piece of grime like it was somehow a plague infesting her sacred halls. Her idea of business, her manifesto of moneying was hardly a strong argument for the needs that our business met. And I? On the bottom. A low rank, just like everywhere else in life. A “shirt�, as it were. Better than a vest, not quite as good as a tag. Nowhere near as good as a black. Everyone still sold the toys, though. Why not? There was nothing else to do. I went along with it. Children needed their machines of meaningless and unrealistic worlds where princesses were innocent and heroes were all brawny, serious, limber, intelligent men. Nobody played with balls anymore. I walked into the store. Red shirt. Ironed. Tag on. White, not blue. Blue was for the higher-ups. Had to remember that. Long pants. Belt. Pants couldn’t fall down, after all. Shoes? Yes. Today’s project, barked the dog. I’d need a ladder, and would you try to sell those protection plans? Grand. I would try to sell those protection plans. We sell insurance for toys now. Your toy breaks, we replace it. If you pay the money for the plan, that is. And only after the manufacturer’s warrantee expires. The king demanded it. Someone higher than the blacks? Yeah, that was about right. Some kind of super-black. I didn’t bother asking. I want to be paid for a job, not to dwell on office politics. First customer. An old woman. She asked for something, an effect of a pink nature, with flowers. Keys. Music, I asked? Yes. Music sounded about right. Of course it does. Music always sounds right unless it’s the bad kind. But she didn’t reply to that. Nobody ever does. Why am I telling you this? Turns out it’s not around. Time to ask a co-worker. Too bad, attempts to get their attention become futile stares at their nonchalant nature. They do less, yet get more done somehow. I squint. The computer? Indeed. Better than Windows Update at 12:46 AM. Punch a number, crunch a number, get a number. Get another number. A what, and a where. The woman provides the why, though around here Socratic method is underappreciated. Give the number. Give the other number. No, I think that’s too much, and if you have so many, then I’ll come back later for it. When the numbers are dropped, her mind screams. Rejection. Grand. Just Grand. I watch her stride away and pick through more of the same. She finds a smaller number and drops it herself. I give it a higher number on the chart. Willingly. It’s how I get my numbers. Eyes lower, never make contact with others. Shh. They’ll ask for you. A brave one asks next as ten more numbers pass. Some kind of device. He found it. He found it himself, but he doesn’t know where it is. He doesn’t have the number. All of the numbers start coming together after a while. Red shirt. Not the only red thing now. The charts begin to slant. My windows are falling down. I push them back up and close my doors, but there is no light in the room. It comes to me. I come to him. I lead him, follow the red shirt. He’s got another number, thankfully. It’s his now. The day continues as such. Numbers abound. The red shirt’s not all that’s red at the end. The hand is red, the face is red, and the doors are most certainly reddening. Everything else? Grey. Even the car is red. The insides are grey. The numbers read to be low, so I collect my numbers and get some more. Time to go see the old one. He’s happy I arrived, and my numbers all stop counting for a pair of hours as we recount. There’s food, fortunately. And film, and fortune. But eventually his fatigue proves fortuitous. Time for me to leave. The numbers continue to count. Such is the week. Awaken, and work. Count your numbers. You never have enough. What am I trying to say? I cannot account.
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3589/3770 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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It's like kicking ass and taking names. Only moreso. |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3590/3770 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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I was gonna cosplay as one of my SF characters... |
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