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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47  Posts: 778/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Get the conversion kit that turns a Thompson M1 into the Colonial Marine M41-A Pulse Rifle from the Aliens trilogy. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 779/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Melvin shrugged helplessly at the two, then looked up at the rather large hole he had made on his way down. He lifted his arm, and turned the dial on his watch with his free hand, firing a small line towards upwards - no doubt one of the unbreakable lines the Gim yo-yos are made of. Melvin: Well, then... Be seeing you!  He gave the dial another turn, and shot upwards towards... wherever the hell Kirb and Company are. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 780/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| The fist barely brushes against the Warp Star that Tuxedo Melvin and Smithy-kun ride. Evangelion's "Cruel Angel's Thesis" sets the tone, and the fight tempo picks up. Smithy-kun cocks his head to face Zeal's exposed flank, his visor glowing bright. Smithy-kun: Koshi Biiiii-mu! A red beam blazed forth, plowing directly into the femininely-shaped mask's side, hopefully causing a bit of damage. Tuxedo Melvin had already noticed the unconsious Danielle, and was practically frothing at the mouth. He gripped his pole tightly in one hand, and held onto the Warp Star with the other, as he got to his feet. Tuxedo Melvin: Smithy-kun! Give me a boost! The Warp Star passed by Zeal's mask, circling around to the front and back for another pass. Tuxedo Melvin put his foot into Smithy-kun's extended palms, and launched high into the air, towards Zeal. Tuxedo Melvin: Power Pole, Hammer On! Holding the Power Pole Mark II with both hands and holding it out in front of him, the white cap at the end popped off, turned to the side, and doubled... quadrupled... octupled in size into a giant sledgehammer head. It spun around several times, locking back into the now-beefier main pole shaft, forming a giant sledgehammer of sorts. Tuxedo Melvin: Let's go, Zeal! Doriiiiii--YA! Using the entire whole of his body weight, Tuxedo Melvin pulled himself, as well as the huge sledgehammer in his hands, into a full spin, timing it just so as to slam the hammer face, complete with all the momentum and force associated with it, directly into the giant mask. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 781/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Melvin shrugged. Melvin: Probably either gray like everything else, or just plain transparent... |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 783/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Mel wasn't exactly sure of what to do at the moment. The teenager turned his cap around to it's signature position with a single flick, and licked his lips for a moment, trying to think of what exactly he should be doing. He instinctively reached for one of the Gauss Submachine Guns given to him, drew it, and pointed it at Cappa. He quickly steadied his aim, the three dots lining up over his target, and pulled the trigger, sending a flurry of the tiny projectiles towards his opponent at an incredibly high velocity, while bouncing his arm all over the place. The teen quickly took hold of the grip with his other hand, trying to keep his aim steady. Mel: He wasn't kidding! The recoil on this is just killer...! |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 784/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Tuxedo Melvin: Power Pole, Retract! The sledgehammer head embedded in Zeal's palm shrank with a simple poof, the cap snapping back onto the shaft, and floating in midair for a moment before zipping in Tuxedo Melvin's direction in a straight line. As he spiraled down towards the city lights below, he used his weight to spin around, grabbing onto the cane as it came close, then swinging it down, snapping the Power Pole into helicopter mode in a single swift stroke. Tuxedo Melvin: Copter Ooooon! Arcing downward, and back into the air, Tuxedo Melvin headed back towards Zeal for another pass, a grin on his face. As he came below her, he stopped the copter's forward motion. However, his force of inertia caused him to continue on, and he swung upward as if hanging onto a bar. The Power Pole quickly shifted back into standard pole form, and he pulled it behind him, wielding it as if it were a bo staff, while flipping over as he floated up, to face Zeal while only feet from her face. Tuxedo Melvin: And now you're going to pay for what you did to Danielle. The pole's head expanded behind him, shifting back into sledgehammer mode, and he swung it around once more, aiming directly for Zeal's forehead, putting the sheer force of his will into the swing. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 785/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| 5) Become Iron Chef America. 4) Own a pet lemur. 3) Eat a sandwich. 2) Visit Delaware. 1) Eat another sandwich. Spoiler: Stole that from Tokumei over at River City High. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 786/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| AIRRRRRRRRRRR | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 787/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| hay guys whats goin on | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 788/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| "I don't think so!" Loud gunshots rang out, as several beams of light flew from a nearby skyscraper, striking the edges of Zeal's mask and breaking off large chunks. This prompted everybody to focus their attention on the trenchcoated figure on top of the building. He wore a black fedora, and his right arm was home to a modified Rock Buster, modified with what seemed to be a revolver's six-cylinder ammunition chamber, and an extended sniper-ish barrel. Taking a running leap off the rooftop, the unknown figure landed directly on Smithy-kun's Warp Star, crouching down next to him, as he tilted up the revolver barrel, and began to reload it. Smithy-kun: Heya, Boo- Smithy-kun recieved a prompt slap, as the figure snapped the front half of his buster into place, and stood back up. Smithy-kun: Right, right! The secret identity thing. Figure: For the time being, you can call me... The trenchcoated figure whirled around, pointed his buster at Zeal, and assumed a rather badass pose as lightning flashed in the background. Figure: Six Shooter! --- Tuxedo Melvin squirmed around in the Supa Dreamlander's grip. Tuxedo Melvin: Let go of me!  Sadly, what with Supa Dreamlander having stubby little Dreamlander hands and no opposable thumbs, Tuxedo Melvin quickly found himself eating the pavement right next to Danielle. Tuxedo Melvin: T_T |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 789/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Feet seem a bit small to me. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 790/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Didn't you create that program, X? | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 791/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| At that instant, in totally sweet Matrix style, a teenager in loose blue jeans, a short-sleeved baggy t-shirt, and with a red cap twisted backwards careened directly over Chuchu on top of a skateboard which appeared to have a combustion engine of some sort bolted onto the tail end. All seemed well, at least until he barely clipped Kirby's head, and went flying into a tree, crumpling into a heap. Mel:  (edited by Melvin on 04-21-05 08:10 PM) |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 792/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Meanwhile, Mel had been impaled straight through a tree, his legs poking out one end, and his head out the other. He squirmed around furiously. Mel: Um... help? T_T |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 793/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| A beam of light shot into the inky darkness of a room in the school's basement, as a lonely door cracked open. A figure stepped inside at the door opened, and hit the light switch. The room was instantly illuminated, revealing several large shelving units filled with dozens of identical computer parts, ranging from desktop towers to monitors to replacement parts. On the other side of the room sat several large central file servers, each with their own flatscreen monitor, all mounted around a single workstation. Mel walked into the room, dropping his backpack and skateboard near the door, then walked over and took a seat in the big, cushy leather office chair at the workstation. He put his feet up on the chair beside him, and opened up a game of "The Legend of Soltar" on a monitor. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 794/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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Originally posted by Xkeeper Indeed you can. Check around at Videlectrix.com. I can't wait until they finally release Spaceshipper. (edited by Melvin on 04-27-05 06:00 PM) |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 795/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| First period continued to run on as Mel sat in his chair in the depths of the school, surrounded by glowing flatscreen monitors. He browsed idly through system information screens, looking at access records, information passing through the system, hardware status, all kinds of things. Everything was at nominal status, and there was no new equipment to install or problems to troubleshoot. In short, the most boring day as Student System Administrator, ever. As he leaned back in his chair, Mel put his hands behind his head. After a moment, he looked longingly at his watch, which looked like a regular watch, save for a large yellow atomic symbol on the watch face which obscured everything else. He gave a button on the side a click, and the symbol lifted off to reveal the digital LCD. Mel: Half an hour to go. o_< |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 796/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Impossible. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 797/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Soo... how are things coming with the judging of round three? | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 797/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Melvin scratched the rather large bump on his head, then pushed his glasses back into place. He walked over to the room's window, which displayed the blank emptiness of space, and reached into his pocket. Then he realized he didn't have his labcoat, or anything else of his that could be useful, for that matter. Melvin: Fuck. He put his gun away, and held his watch to his ear. Melvin: Booster! You there? Booster's voice came clearly over the watch radio. Booster: Loud and clear. Melvin: Think you can find Draco for us? Booster: Still up with Kagato. Five floors up. Melvin; Think you can carve up the ship with the SOL again? Booster: I'll try. Trajectory? Melvin looked to his watch, and tapped the face. A large blue map of the Souja was projected into thin air, with dots showing his position and Draco's. He traced his finger along the ship, forming a red diagonal line between the two dots. A moment later, a large green bar appeared on the screen, filled up, then dissapeared. Booster: I suggest you move. Melvin: Duly noted. Melvin walked past JDavis and Washu, heading for the door, grabbing a nearby fishbowl and jamming it over his head. Melvin: Here's hoping you both can breathe in space. Everyone in the room suddenly feels their hair beginning to stand up... and then a blue laser flies right by the Souja, missing it by at least a good mile or two. Melvin: DUDE WHAT THE HELL YOU MISSED Booster: The Souja's too far off. You've got a Castor Rifle, you know all too well the recoil of large laser weapons. Even with the technology used in the SOL, the subtle motions caused by the laser's discharge distort the aim just enough that with the distance involved, the laser misses the Souja by miles. Melvin: ENGLISH Booster: I missed. (edited by FORCE LIGHTNING GET! on 05-15-05 05:01 PM) (edited by BREASTS! on 07-12-05 10:07 PM) (edited by BREASTS! on 07-12-05 10:13 PM) |
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