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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47  Posts: 798/991 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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| As the bell rang, Mel stood up from his chair, flicking a switch, and darkening the several monitors watching over the server bank and the school's camera system. He picked up his backpack, and headed for the door, turning off the lights as he left, and taking his skateboard with him. --- Walking down he hallway, Mel seemed to blend in perfectly with the crowd, remaining nigh-invisible as he pivoted on a foot in front of his locker. With almost zen-like mastery, he gave the dial five flicks of the wrist, and the door practically fell open. He put his skateboard inside, then pulled a laptop out of his backpack as he put it away. He ran his fingers over the spines of the row of books on the top shelf- Mel: This is... second hour. His hand stopped on a bulky math book, which he took out and put under his arm. He shut the locker with a swift brush of his foot, and began to walk down the hall -- when something caught his eye. Something out of the norm. Then again, this was a stereotypical Japanese anime-ish school, and everything was out of the norm here, but this event actually happened to catch his eye. She was a pretty girl. She was about five foot six, and wore a slightly modified schoolgirl uniform, the exception being a red pleated skirt and collar, as well as a perky red beret sitting on her head. Fine brown hair cascaded down to the small of her back in an extremely large ponytail. She had shimmering blue eyes, and her pale skin was creamy and flawle-- Shit, you people can tell where I'm going with this. Anyways, she was whimpering and pulling at her locker handle. Then she leaned over, tried the dial again, then pulled some more. Then she began pounding the locker in a desperate attempt to get in. Finally, she gave in, leaning forward against the locker, and sliding to the floor aginst it, crumpling up in a heap. And then she heard a click, and the locker's door opened a crack. Standing above her was Mel, a boy who was ragged and unkempt compared to her standards. He took his hand off the locker's handle, smiled, and walked off. The girl stood to her feet, and blushed softly as Mel walked down the hall. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 799/991 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 windwakerOriginally posted by Gelion I find it intriguing about the double-standard people use. Just because Google happens to have a kick-ass marketing campaign and a well-funded PR department shouldn't mean that it isn't open to the same kind of scrutiny Microsoft is under. I wish I remember what article that came from. Because it's a damn true quote. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 800/991 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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| holy shit necropost | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 801/991 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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| HOLY SHIT DRAMA | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 802/991 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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| Activation really isn't a problem unless you've blown out four or five computers and used the same CD for all of them. And even then, dealing with the activation hotline isn't that difficult. You know how everybody complains about outsourcing to India? I actually found the guy I got helpful and relatively easy to understand. (There was only one number I missed through the entire fifty-something character long activation code.) | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 803/991 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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| Could someone please explain to me why he's in South Africa? | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 804/991 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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| Not bad for Franken Gundams, but some of the color schemes leave something to be desired. The hack jobs are overall pretty good-looking, though. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 805/991 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 drjayphd I'll allow you to take off my legs, but no more than that. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 806/991 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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| (Henceforth, I will refer to all Melvins by codes so I don't have to keep on typing out Present and Universe so damn much. Pa = Past P = Present F = Future AT = Alternate Timeline L = Lavos Timeline T = True Universe P = Parallel Universe A = Alternate Universe S = Split Universe So the regular Melvin we all know and love would be P-T. The future buffed out Melvin would be P-A. The angsty Melvin would be F-L. And so forth. I'm going to make up a reference list tomorrow.) Meanwhile, backstage, all manner of hell had broken loose as several Melvins were scrambling around for their equipment. The Present, True Universe Melvin, the one scheduled for this fight, simply stood leaning at the arena entrance, his arms crossed as he leaned up against the side of the door. Melvin (P-T): Right. They'll be a minute. One by one, the various incarnations Melvin that had been assembled from all across the fabric of space and time that had been assembled came out and lined up. The Present, True Universe Melvin walked in front of the row and gave a quick roll call, counting off on his fingers as he counted each Melvin. Melvin: One young Melvin. One buff Melvin. One old Melvin. One emo Melvin. One suit-clad Melvin. One teenage Melvin. One fedora-wearing Melvin. He pointed at another Melvin on the end of the row. Melvin: One... robot Melvin? And lo and behold, Melv-Bot decided to show himself. Gooey's little creation that didn't turn out quite as well as it should have. Melv-Bot: ... Sup. Melvin:  Swiveling to the rocky terrain, Melvin (P-T) drew his Gauss Pistol, as he looked out over the dark and foreboding arena. Melvin (AT-T): You realize, he's probably going to ambush us with all his friends as well. Melvin (P-T): And together, we still have enough firepower to send a hundred of his color-coded buddies packing. Melvin (P-T) cleared his throat, and his voice rang out across the arena. Melvin (P-T): Grey! I accept your challenge! Er, offer! Uh... death wish! Whatever name suits it best! |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 807/991 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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| Second row, right in the center. That was Mel's desk of choice - it offered a clear view of Yamaguchi-sensei's whiteboard, and allowed him to put his feet up on the chair in front of him. He sat in his desk, putting his feet up as he plugged a pair of white earbud headphones into his ears. A thick math book lie on the desk in front of him, along with a very large calculator, and a notepad. Mel lifted one arm away from the back of his head, and checked his watch. Mel: One minute, twelve seconds. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 808/991 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 Chart Melvin with the Big Collar: F-T Suit-Wearing Melvin: At-T Emo Melvin: L-T Robot Melvin: P-T(R) Regular Melvin: P-T(N) Teenage Melvin: Pa-T(T) Young Melvin: Pa-T(Y) Buff Melvin: F-S Fedora-Wearing Melvin: P-A --- P-T(N) Melvin sweatdropped. Several others facefaulted. Melvin P-T(N): Oh... Right. Mistaken identity. Sorry. ^^; Drawing his Gauss Pistol, P-T(N) couldn't help but grin. Melvin P-T(N): I'll make sure and take you out with some semblance of style, alright? Another bolt of lightning crashed overhead, and then the entire arena was plunged into darkness. Almost instantly, the entire group of Melvins began moving around, almost as if they knew what each other Melvin was thinking. And they probably weren't too far off from each other, either. P-T(N), L-T, and F-S quickly began dashing through the rocks towards Janus, as Pa-T(T) mounted his skateboard, which had now been heavily modified for air travel, grabbing onto L-T and pulling him onto the skateboard, before spiraling up into the sky. At-T broke into a run, a golden aura glowing around his body as he, too, leapt into the air, taking flight under what seemed to be his own power. P-A readied several kanji charms between each of his fingers, while F-T picked up a very large rocket launcher. Both P-A and F-T, as well as Pa-T(Y), leapt onto large rocks relatively close to one another to provide long-range support. P-T(R) danced around in circles, screaming, "I'M AN FBI AGENT! I'M AN FBI AGENT! WHASSUP, BABY! WHASSUP, BABY!" The next bolt of lightning came and went uneventfully. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 809/991 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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| Under the direction of Melvin L-T, Melvin F-T angled his rocket launcher up into the air, pointing it into the sky, and fired. A plume of smoke erupted from the end of his rocket launcher, as a projectile arced into the air, suddenly stopping in midflight, dropping straight towards Janus' foxhole. Pa-T(Y) drew the arms of his pint-sized mecha back, as both oversized hands began spinning around rapidly. Melvin Pa-T(Y): Turbo Smasher Punch! Rockets fired at the ends of the mecha's wrists as the fists detatched, plowing into the ground, and burrowing through the dirt, heading directly for Janus under the ground, plowing through any dirt or rock in their way. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 810/991 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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| Poop. For a second, I thought you were talking about "ZAAAA WOOORUDO". WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 811/991 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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| As Janus was brought down to the ground by Satchel's weight, a large, double-ended wrench spinning like a fifty-pound frisbee spiraled over his head, angling up into the air and into the distance. The moment he was done arguing with his satchel, he found himself being pelted with flaming kanji charms from Melvin P-A, as well as most likely being caught in the stomach by a giant metal fist originating from Pa-T(Y)'s mecha. Assuming he was, the giant piston in the suit's arm would retract, then slam in, sending some seriously charged air into Janus' stomach - more than enough to rip most men apart. But seeing as how he was most likely hardier than that, it would probably just send him flying back into a rock. And if he was not, a very large and very explosive missile from F-T's rocket launcher also would have been able to send him into said large rock. If he got hit by Pa-T(Y)'s fist, then the rocket's slight homing capabilities would have engaged, following him all the way into the huge granite formation. (edited by FORCE LIGHTNING GET! on 05-28-05 10:01 PM) |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 812/991 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 rose the brim of his cap, picked the pencil up off his desk, and pointed it at Mr. Merdinyan. Mel: Who are you? I was expecting Miss Yamaguchi. Doesn't she teach- Mr. Merdinyan: Geometry? Mel: I thought she- Mr. Merdinyan: She does now. Mel: fgsfds |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 813/991 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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| Remember folks, it's WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY with 20 Y's. No more, no less. I've got a ton of Dio stuff, so I'll be uploading some myself in a few. EDIT: Rejoice! http://melvin.cymoro.com/dio/ (edited by FORCE LIGHTNING GET! on 05-28-05 10:26 PM) |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 814/991 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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| Also, if you'll note, the buttons aren't visible in the Vectorman picture. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 815/991 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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| bix nood | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 816/991 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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| After a quick stop at his locker to drop off his math textbook and pick up his ludicrously heavy history tome, Mel headed off to... Mr... Mr... Mel: Let's just stick with Mr. N. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 817/991 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 point, the giant wrench belonging to F-S would have already circled around in the air, returning like a boomerang, on a crash course with Janus' back. Up on top of a rocket-powered skateboard, L-T was holding onto Pa-T(T), and motioned for him to fly down. Both drew identical pairs of Gauss Machine Guns, and opened fire as they flew low over Janus' head, sending a cloud of supersonic metal projectiles hurtling towards him. As for the others, P-A was sitting crosslegged, furiously scribbling out new kanji charms, complete with inkwell and brush and everything. F-T was hastily loading a new cartridge into his rocket launcher. P-T(N) was running on foot towards the action. At-T was hovering overhead, keeping an eye on everything, and P-T(R)... was spinning around on the ground. |
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