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Clones are so convenient... Anyway, you do realize that God is all knowing, right? I'm afraid this might be the last chapter I will read... getting too out of my "belief zone"

cool, I know you changed the first part at least, care to update it so we know what you did?

Chapter 1: Evil and misguided intent A thousand souls wailing in torment, and a figure laughing, over all their tortures. This cruel figure leaned over one screaming soul and grabbed it, smiling, as it heard the cries for mercy, of any kind. And he gave the only mercy his evil allowed, complete destruction. Satisfied for a little while, the cruel figure stepped out into a more beautiful scenery. Brisk air, unaffected by the flames below flowed, blowing motes everywhere. Pines grew gracefully, with snow just hanging from them. The snow did not feel the anguish as they floated down, resting lightly on his shoulder, melting into the fabric. Cooling the hellbent figure. The land darkened, and, by some strange phenomenon, the snow became lighter, almost luminescent, stars in a cloudy sky. How ugly. The cruel man hated the view, but it was necessary to hide his... guests. Moving out, he searched for some new meat sacks. A family of a young farmer and his wife were beginning to set up a shelter. Obviously they intended to set up a farm as soon as Spring started in a few weeks. They'll be here for a while he thought gleefully. They won't miss Spring, at least. They were weak, he was strong, and he reveled in it. Disgracing the wife in front of a paralyzed husband's eyes. Then blinding him in front of the ruined woman. Such cruelty. He picked up both now unconscious meat sacks and left. Whistling a tune he once heard when he was more, happy, he left the remains of a camp, he would rid himself of that evidence later. They were a bit heavier than the last two hunters, probably because the wife looked pregnant. He tossed the husband to the ground. He would come for him too. Heaving her back on her shoulder, he trudged onward. Its a dog's life being evil. ----------- Hylean, now a young 18, barely a man, walked into the reading room of his father's house. Everything, he mused was his father's. "You called sir?" "Yes! How do you explain this?" His father, the Seer of Camelot, was waving some paper around, very angrily. "And it is?" "A note of complaint, you beat the snot out of Grant Nif! He had to have stitches! Not to mention a cast, numerous bandages, and, last but not least, braces for his once perfect teeth! What do you have to excuse this... this... DISGRACE!" Hylean was taken aback at this, he hadn't had this kind of reaction from his father, and he had done worse things than this. "You know I never start those fights. Grant Nif tried to fight with me for nearly 3 hours. He got what was coming. Not what he deserved." "Tch! That won't cut it!" "What do you want me to do then? Shame me by forcing me to apologize for a fight HE caused?" "His parents, at least." Hylean stared at him. His father obviously had cracked. "Those trigger happy individuals? The worst neighbors anyone can possibly have, and the bane of the village meetings for nearly 100 years? YOU want me to apologize to THEM?!?" "They're claiming you assaulted him, and his sister." "His sister wasn't even within 100 feet of me! I didn't even see her!" "They're pressing charges! Charges!!" "I won't give them a chance." "How? Not even my position can save you now! You think that I can fix everything? Like I always have? Well I can't! And you'll pay for it! By Guthix! You'll pay for it!!!" An awkward silence began between them, and the Seer forced himself to calm down, that doctor kept reminding him about blood pressure. Calm down... "Everyone likes you... you'll have no problems, but, it is still a bad thing. Times have changed. The wars, if anything, have proved this. Life is more sacred, and you beat Grant to within an inch of it. Good for nothing he is." "I'm not going to be on trial for anything!" "Hold on! It'll only take an hour, the judge has..." "I don't give a darn! I do something Camelot has wanted to do for years and I'm punished for it?" "That may be, but!" "No buts! I'm leaving!" "To where?" Hylean didn't answer, but walked away. Where? Falador first, his sister should be able to help him out for a bit. Then, after he would find something to do, he would do it. Far away from anything that his father touched. Look all he wants, he'll never be able to find him! He'll show HIM that he wouldn't be pushed around by some 4th class clan that never controlled itself. The Seer, feeling like his old age, sighed. Hylean, son though he be, was beginning to be a burden. Why did he have a free and normally happy spirit? Why was it burdened? That Grant kid would heal up, his family only seemed to die of old age,no matter how much poison was put in their well. His heritage was too important to just leave it and go gallivanting off to somewhere or other. The Seer allowed himself to think ahead. He was not seeing the future, just thinking it logically, no magic involved. Hylean would leave within an hour, saying good bye to no one, he would teleport to Falador, to meet with his sister, with whom, he would set himself up and start... A bit too far there. The Seer let the train of thought go it did no good to think about the future if it didn't happen. Hylean left in a little after an hour, teleporting to Falador, with his sword, money, throwing knives, and runes. He was prepared!

why is Satan all fiery and evil, he actually looks like one of the good guys (he is the most beautiful angel) and was, until he got some pride... Still, its verra nice so far.

touche -------- Anyway, I decided that more background is needed, this takes place in a World Sephiroth King created. As such, his character being the important hero he is, Fienrir will make an appearance or two, not in conflict with his story if I can help it. Also, this takes place after The Corrupt and Advent, for the most part. For the links to the awesome stories The Advent: http://forum.tip.it/viewtopic.php?t=601029 The Corrupt: http://forum.tip.it/viewtopic.php?t=607277 Tonight I will update the story

Huh? that was a line in the story, just before she died, you know, with the colt classic... I just thought it was a cool line, Yes, I am a Christian. And I generally read stuff thats not pornagraphic, I see no problem with your story. Of course, God has a sense of humor, he laughs (but in a serious way...) at Satan's attempts.

you don't have to, it'll all make sense soon, does a magician do his best trick first?

posting rapid fire! Okay... time to stop spamming.[/i]

man! thats cool... I loved you until now... poor people, he should have waited, then bumped the kid off after they took him home. pretty nice... 50 billion? wow. EDit: I like Anthony Horowitz too... Esp. Alex Rider series.

This will be using a character I created for the RPG a while back, if you care to read, heres the link! http://forum.tip.it/viewtopic.php?t=600567&start=0 Anyway, busy atm so I'll depart, leaving you to read, but first, a prologue A billion flames, some flickering, some blazing, and some going out. a flame goes out next to a figure with no true form. And he touches it, causing the lamp to disappear, replaced by a new one. He sees all the flames, what they are doing, and what they are failing to do. Several flames stood out, others reappeared, others left. These the non-figure looked at with interest, but the number remained even, no need to worry. He decided to watch one of the flames, this was a mover, more than others... Fienrir? No matter... whats this? Another powerful flame? Ah... too boring... who wants to watch some guy called Indiana Jones steal artifacts? Well, besides mortals. The non-figure sighed, a thousand year nap is never kind, one wakes up, finds the world on the brink of destruction... oh well. It was sooooo hard... not to destroy the whole freaking population and start it over... but still... that would be harder, but more fulfilling. But here was one that would prove nice to observe, settling into a more comfortable position, the strange being began to watch. ---------------- Hylean looked over his shoulder again, who was watching him? Shrugging the feeling off, he went into the room where his very displeased father awaited.

Shaine Revelin sent all of that brigade to their deaths. And then he died too. The three remaining Ghosts surveyed the battlefield. "And may God have mercy on their souls! Well, Kojiki, Popul Vuh, our existences are over, the last truly corrupt officer is sent on his journey to hades, and now the world will be more peaceful, at least for our lifetimes, hopefully until the judgment." Kojiki wondered at this statement, after all, their were those in leadership who wanted the Geeks eradicated. "but there are others who would kill many to get power, and they will take it from the Geeks." "We don't have to worry about that anymore." Shinka extricated himself from rubble, to find himself looking at the feet at his assistant, Mystrel. "Yoe alrigh' sor?" She said in her unusual accident, courtesy of a freak circus accident involving a whip, two Indian tigers and 50 gallons of milk shakes. "Ah sa i' al from da hioll. Er weh goh!" "Thank you, it seems we must accelerate our plans... whats the status of the 'Air Castle' project?" "Da wha Ah com ta teoll yoe sor! I's doon!" Shinka smiled, it would be good to get away from this accursed world. He laughed then grabbed Mystrel in a dance, in absolute glee, only his reflexes kept him and her from flying off the edge of a newly made precipice. "Sor! Caolm Downn! I' faollinng!" Shinka laughed once more and set her down. "Sorry! I'm so excited! The Geeks will no longer have to fear attack, or anything intelligence won't find a way to get around! Assemble all who are loyal!" "Ahs yoe sae sor..." Blushing, she made the calls. The Geeks would gather and leave this planet. Though, that dance was quite exciting. In the rubble, Growing Night and Cheshka were having one last conversation. "The location of the final Program is loaded into your brain. I hope you succeed." "Don't worry, it can't be much harder than this." "Your right! have a good life!" Cheshka and Growing Night parted, they would not see each other for a long while. ------------------- Under the ruins of Saint Paul's cathedral, memorial to those who died in the Children's Wars, Cheshka was kneeling at the Program's last location. 300 inch thick metal, which he could neither move nor scratch. The metal was embedded under the floor tiles in a small cave. The ceiling collapsed, too much rubble for Cheskia to move. Stuck for hundreds of years in one position, only thing to look at is the thing which stuck him there... he went mad. ------------------- FIN!!!!!!! Any comments? I'm going to take a break and write a story, one about one of the main characters of an RPG, a long time ago, the original Hylean!

well, it doesn't matter any more, since they decided that I would win in the end... Darn Reputation.... ANYWAY, to answer some comments, I am a heavy offensive style player, you will never see me build a massive walled fortress, you will see me send out armies as fast as possible, dear lord, if you ever see me playing as the Goths... Anyway... Concerning the navy, I am a horrible admiral, the problem is, is that Nick (the guy with the giant 100+ ship navy) is an excellent admiral, but terrible at deployment of land forces. I am an excellent strategist, compared to those I play against, bar one... My janissaries defeated several very large armies of cataphracts, I see no need to diversify. The trebuchet option is my over all plan, but you don't understand, Nick has the entire coast guarded without gap. The idea I had was the outrange with trebuchets, then (assuming Zach, the byzantine waller :x is dead) attack at one of the several weak points, then, using bombards, defend that one portion enough to build a proper navy, he can't go on forever without a large supply of wood, which I have. As such, his navy will be destroyed easily if I build a navy of Fire ships, and demos to soften him up, then, galleons and cannon galleons. Taking out his docks, which are protected with bombards, I should be able to blow a gap in his Island fortress on the far east side, which is sparsely defended. After that, I will be able to at least destroy 50% of his base before he is able to properly fight back. whats your playing style, and, how would it help you in my place?

ahh... much better than snake and Noob... What does the goldeneye do? is it like the Byukagen or Sharingen of Naruto? or just a distinguishing mark?

hmmm... I was thinking about that, but that would work for the Turks, Sorry I wasn't clear, but the Byzantines are on the mainland with me. I just need a solid strategy to get rid of a very powerful navy and the guys docks really fast (besides demo ships... those would waste my resources, there is no more gold on the map)

Okay guys, this is for those masters of Age of Empires 2 Conquerers expansion. I am stuck on the very northernmost part of Spain in a Death match. I have a well built base fully loaded with Castles and villagers and stuff. Now. I have 23 ish trebuchets, and the rest of my pop is about 5 monks and 160+ janissaries. plus 10+ villagers farming. Assume I have resources to spare, but I will not just waste resources to "glory 300" charges (that movie was so incorrect... such a waste of two hours) My enemies: 1. A very defensive player, all fights I have won, but his friend has a giant navy which he uses to his advantage, his resources are very low, One good push will conquer him. His base is extremely well built but I already have him softened. He plays the Byzantines 2. The real challenge, at least 100 ships half cannon galleons, fortunately, I planned my base far away from the see so that they can't destroy it that way. He is on the African side of Spain. I have no ships and dare not waste resources on such a battle. He also plays the Turks Now, given the variables I have given, what would you suggest as my strategy? (I rank second in my school. If any fought me alone, they would lose, no matter the advantage.) Oh yes! so Epic!

the humor was not my kind... sorry... too crass and underdeveloped... MY BRAIN JUMPED OUT THE BACK OF MY SKULL AS I READ THIS AND I HAD TO RUN AROUND AND CHASE IT! I FINALLY CAUGHT IT AFTER I WHACKED IT WITH A HAMMER! #gurgle...# There, I can do it too.

Shinka and the Program were still fighting at their fullest. Shinka had gotten much closer to his foe and was about to force the Program into meelee combat when Ghosts ended the fight. Genesis standing between, with masses of blades and threads at his feet and flying about. The other two were pointing their guns at the heads of the battlers. "I swear... Hellfire upon us and you two have nothing better to do than fight? With all the might of the demonic horde that is the once proud but fallen US Army coming down on us all and about to send us to the abyss! I swear by all that is good and unholy, how pathetic can you get?" The Program took offense at this. "Pathetic?!?! Pathetic??? I'll make you eat those words!!!" Before he could move, Kojiki blew his head off, the body shut down, but began to regrow. Shinka, however, was more accepting with this new turn of events. "What, so we face the entire army with only 4 or 5 people, give or take? He's killed everyone else." Cheshka, momentarily forgotten, piped up. "I'm not dead yet." "Well, I'm sure your fatally wounded or can't fight or something." "I'm getting better." "Assuming the Program grows back its head, we have five." Genesis shook his head. "When will you ever realize quality over quantity? Hell's Teeth! You think that it were impossibly unavoidable damnation." Shinka turned and faced the place where the Army would come through. "But I don't think we have that much quality..." Kojiki jumped from his perch on the metal arm platform in the center of the room. "Genesis, the screens show that the force will arrive on us in an hour." "Heh! wee'll show them a sure way to death's door." Cheshka walked up the the little party. "So, you have a plan." "My specially inspired plan involves luring them into this enclosed space and beating the sin out of em all." Popul Vuh nodded sagely. "Sound plan." The Program got up, rather disturbingly because only half his head had regrown. "Ugh... Cheshka! I'm in, already, the Program is dying on the net, soon, the plan will no longer have an effect on your life." ------------- Field General (5 stars) Shaine Revelin looked out on the mountain. It seemed so peaceful, but, he loved the stench of rot in the evening. grimacing at all the clean nature about, he motioned the army forward, it was time to take the head of the snake.

I didn't like it, and I don't see the misgony in any of it. Well, besides the shoes statement. Not a thing worth arguing about and not well written. Edit: How come the mods never really seemed to step in the arguments I had with Archimage A? Nevermind... don't want that answered.

no you misunderstand, boxing or some wrestling match, not animal fighting, thats horribly illegal in the Real World. But it would be betting, thats the main underworld thing/

The Program let his arms fall at his sides, metallic glimmers flashed out as he started to twitch his fingers. After a second, every twitch slashed a rock or some other obstacle in the cavern. Shinka shook his head and took out his weapon, a staff of metal, just a plain rod compared with the obvious danger of The Program's weapons: a thousand threads moving at speeds rendering them invisible, each with a hundred blades on them. Shinka began to move at sonic speeds, flashes like lightning shining out from the figure, nearly blinding Cheshka. The Program moved his arms in a dances, fingers moving slowly, but always moving, sweeping his arms to and fro attacks increased exponentially. lacerating the entire area around Shinka who was faster than them by far, but unable to move because of the sheer number of attacks at the same time. "Quick! He's distracted! Sheshka, get up there and touch him, he'll damage you, allowing blood to fall on him, thats when I'll integrate!" Cheshka nodded, and slid his way to the back of the cavern. The Program flinched at the sudden movement, which Shinka took to his advantage and started to run toward the Program, and slowly gained ground. The Program increased the frequency of the attacks. If the attacks were fast before, Shinka found it near impossible to block all the shots, and began to focus on the ones which would wound him reathers than graze. Cheshka ran up, going as fast as his nanites would let him. At such speeds he saw the blades, and there were absolute masses of them, going every where, being perfectly controlled from that one hateful entity. He grabbed The Program in the back of the neck, and was rewarded by his hand being cut off. He smiled, the nanites would grow his hand back, and the blood was on him... it was only a manner of time. The Program straightened, still fighting Shinka. "Heh! You think that it will be that easy to destroy me?! Growing Night! Your brains are lost with your body! Ha!" ---- Ramayana stood out on the porch of the cavern, a small expanse in the entrance, before it really opened up to the open air. "Kojiki? Popul Vuh? Infiltrator and Executioner! I'm honored! I guess, my entire existence is forfeit?" "We never existed, Ramayana, we merely affected others. Everything we have done is according to someone else's ideology. That is why we do not have an existence! WE EXIST TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT NOT OUR OWN GAIN!" "Heh! Calm down <3! It'll all come about right in the end won't it?" Popul Vuh had calmed down, but, he was going to kill her. "Yes, but only if you are dead!" He cloaked and brought out his cannister rifle. Kojiki cloaked and a click echoed throughout the porch, not portraying any specific location. Explosions broke out among the rocks, everywhere, a cloud of dust would come up and an explosion would make itself heard. In the end, on last bloody explosion and a body fell, or something like a body, reappeared. The true form of a dead ghost, an empty metal shell. Popul Vuh and Kojiki reappeared, and looked toward the last Ghost, Genesis. "Good work. Lets break up that fight before the Army brings all hellfire here." The both nodded/bowed to the superior Ghost and followed him in.

Ere's an idea... Fight club! Betting! all sorts of illegal doodads! (sorry, just had to say it) Seriously, there should be a system of betting. Not [rooster] fighting, but more something like boxing or wrestling, you lay, say, 300 black shillings on your favorite fighter, out of, say, ten different ones, (each with a different level of talents, but its like a combat triangle, except with multiple people) and he wins, you get 300 back, even doubled... but if he loses, you lose your 300, and if its over 100 black shillings, the shopkeepers, for 48 hours afterward, will laugh at you. Here's another one. Using the thieves tunnels for a smuggling mini game. The thieves at Varrock require black jacks, so you have to find a way to out smart Rat Burgiss, who is now working to end gang violence in Varrock. You take the blackjacks to Varrock, but you have to try to find a way to elude the guards who are patrolling (they will only react to someone actively smuggling.) What you could do is distract them by having a friend talk to them or something, while you go in. And no, you can't dodge. Also, you could add a 1 in 3 chance of being able to bribe, but it is not recommended as he will ask for more the next time. Now it doesn't have to be Varrock, but the ideas the same. City, get around guards, deliver goods for a nice profit! And the last one... every three weeks or so, there would be a raid on the place, turning it into a suddenly on the level marketplace for people with skin disorders. I dunno, its a good idea, but I can't seem to flesh it out. Oh! If you talk to a guard with second or best thieving stuff, he should attack, trying to put you in jail, with a 25% chance of knocking you out and putting you in the cage, which only has one tumbler even if you fail.

"I hope so..." "Okay then! Lets go!" Cheshka charged up the nanites in his legs and dashed toward the monster, the monster moved faster. He jumped up, intending to skewer the creature, but its tail whipped out, sending him through the neighboring partition. "Ak! Okay! Time to get serious!" The Program laughed at him. "You weren't serious already?" "I'm pretty serious, Program. And you know why don't you?" A figure, hidden in shadow, at this the Program blanched. He then stepped out into the light, revealing himself to be Shinka. "You have betrayed us, this is merely the last straw, we have rules against cloning the fighters of the past. Death only comes from the revival of the figures of history." "But, with history, we can avoid the mistakes made during our forefathers times." "Those are not mistakes, but rather, uninformed decisions. Enough talking! start fighting!" The Program tilted its head ever so slightly. Its creation turned toward Shinka and charged, faster than it had with Cheshka. Shinka merely sneered and took out a sword, it was a short sword, and it looked quite dull. He stood there, waiting for the thing to come at him, but as soon as it got within a yard of him, it started to disintegrate. Blood spilled out in a parabola around the stationary warrior, not a drop fell on him. Cheshka marveled at the sword work, it was better than anyone else's he knew, even Hylean. The Program grimaced. He would have to fight him himself.

yes, punctuation. Commas and quotation marks... throughout the story. especially quotation marks... whenever someone speaks, you use them commas are generally whenever you think proper or demanded.

hmmm... some of your facts are off but I don't mind much, promises to be good... character bios, eh? Name: Zesen Side: Armadyl skills: gilding, shes that girl who makes the trimmed armor, or rather, apprentice to the guy... combat: magic/meelee mix according to situation Weapon: A magical spear, that has good meelee and magic stats, be creative with how it looks interests: smithing and the occasional fight (sober) looks: medium height, muscles thinnish, but strong, carries about with an edge of confidence people think is cocky, but rather, she is cocky because she can. No definite wardrobe, any will do

not tortured enough! Okay, but not a masterful work (for this library)