Xewleer

sounds awesome, except for the commie thing, can't I be a fanatic, rapid christian or something instead? nah, it good And sorry about the gender mixup. Edit, as I was reading my part I was listening to the mortal Kombat theme, felt awesome.

Yeah... sorry about that, I feel the ability to misuse the internet greater than most, and its anonymity helps a lot with that kind of thing... Chapter up tomorrow, fans! If you enjoy the story or have a concise constructive criticism (beyond:that could never happen or this is a philosophical debate) is accepted, BTW if anyone ever does not like it, please tell me why, I can change, really!

We meet again! My crazy psychosis has changed my personality again ha ha ha! whoo... that was over quick... I know this is a lot to ask considering our, ahem, discussions... but could I be in it? I'm wearing any higher level medley of armors, relaxing, and writing a new chapter in Fullmetal wars, writing excitedly, obviously an exciting new chapter! Nothing like a bit of self promoting... Anyway, you could have us debating something or other, I, as usual, have very few definite preferences. As you will...

Figures dotted a hill, and on that hill was a cemetery, and those figures had come to pay their respects. Eleven people who did not exist, ghosts to everyone but themselves. Ghosts to protect those who had no busy or cause to be killed in whatever war the Geeks and Government decided to have. One finally spoke. "Our first ghost said once, 'Momento Mori, remember, you will die' how true." Another joined him. "Carpe diem? seize the day?" A third, laughing, joined the two. "Caveat Emptor! Buyer Beware! now lets stop looking at old bones... they give me the creeps." The first looked at her. "Bones? Giving a ghost the creeps? I thought you a bit tougher than that..." "Hardly bones, more like spirits, REAL ghosts!" The second shrugged, then donned his helmet. "Carpe diem! Indeed, habeas corpus! I think that means produce a body or something..." A fourth and final figure jumped off the tombstone he was sitting on. "Enough Latin! Lets get on with it... the wars coming, our business is to save the living, not the dead." The figures all disappeared, and a gate open and shut, when there was no one there.

not bad, as par your usual, however, does is do in that line (italicized) where Ren/siegfried is attempting to remember his name. out of curiosity, Ren is one of the characters in Runescape, Above and Beyond, and the children's wars (yet to be written) the one who considers the Program "god" and is trying to wipe out all the bad things on the Internet... Oh yeah! is there any connections between our two characters' drives? Been really busy! now I can devote more time when I am able! Let the juices flow freely!

okay everyone, I'm back, to all intents and purposes! I've been busy beyond reckoning with a couple jobs and classes and such (and just 17 too!) I'll be on when I can... time to start reading Aura wars...

I've been waiting for a guide like yours, heres how I look at it. in Fletching there are two ways to do things, 1. do it all yourself 2. pay for everything. 2 is stupid and 1 is long, well, 1 also give the most exp and profit. To begin, for exp you can basically train about 6 different skills to a high level by only training Fletching 1. Fletching (duh) 2. Woodcutting (for bows and arrows) 3. any combat skill (killing chickens for feathers for arrows) 3.5. ranging or magic in particular (alching and/or using the arrows to preforate your foes) 5. mining (arrow head ore) 6. smithing (actually making arrowheads and smelting) 7. crafting (making bowstrings) 8. Runecrafting (making nats) and if you alch the bows you get money, if you kill things with your arrows you get drops and thats more money! Money! bwa ha ha ha! Actually, you can get exp. in farming if you plant your own trees. hope this helps your guide! Thats 8 or possibly 9+ skills you can get in fletching by just doing it all yourself!

Vintage slowly walked along a street in the nearby town. She couldn't have believed her ears, they were thinking about surrendering and returning to normal bodies, weak and helpless, especially to her. Finally, she sat down on a bench, watching people walk by a puddle, not even appearing to notice her. Then she saw a person who walked differently from most of the other pedestrians. Namely, he seemed out of sorts, and he was a metal, full or all. She, however, decided to follow him, rather than confront him. He went into a restaurant and ordered a coke, of all things for a metal to order, food was not one of them. Two robbers burst into the shop, waving guns around. She was about to intervene when the robbers pointed a gun at the head of the attendant. She could not intervene until they had the money, which they got. She got up but the person she followed stood. "You boys don't look very law-abiding to me. Give the money back like good citizens." The robbers, without hesitation, shot him full of holes. The character looked a little taken aback, but that was from the force of the guns, not any damage in particular. "I was hoping that it wouldn't come down to that kind of violence... when I kill people in this world, they stay dead, mostly." He then flipped his wrists and two swords of an indistinguishable type flashed out and he put his body into a battle stance. He flickered and disappeared to reappear behind them. "I hate those who hurt me, I normally have my revenge in true combat, but this will do." And he stabbed them both expertly, killing them instantly. Vintage was at a loss for words, she ran up to him and knocked him down. "What? you too! Huh, I don't like fighting girls who don't have weapons, but still, you probably have a special ability though. Well, bring it!" "No! I don't want to fight! You can't just kill people, your giving metals a very bad name!" "I'm beyond caring, when your alone for a hundred years, you lose some things, like the ability to care anymore. I have a mission, to destroy all physical things that are a part of the Program! Then, I will be allowed to live in any way I should choose, if at all. I don't care about anyone except me. All those I could care about are dead and gone." "Were those wars really so terrible?" "The Children's Wars? No, I'm from Runescape!" An All-metal! Most likely from the Government, she must destroy him! She gathered energy about her and focused it on his body. No all-metal had ever survived the destructive life energies, nanite or mecha! She started to smile, he was just standing there, not even attempting to resist. Then she stopped smiling, nothing was happening, his nanites weren't dying, the soul was not departing in any way. As the ultimate anti-metal weapon, she was very surprised at this event. "I've had my nanites checked out, they resist everything except forceful blows, like bullets. Your abilities, witch, mean nothing to me." He charged her and kicked her through the picture window. She got up, and extended her powers into the trees, reversing the flow of the tree to maximum growth, then death. The trees exploded, focusing the fragments toward the figure standing in the doorway. He didn't move anything but his swords, which were invisible as they deflected every particle sent towards him. He did not stop, and cut suddenly appeared all over the area he was standing in. "Its called Flash sword, one of many special attacks I have. Prepare to die!" "Don't worry Vintage, were here for you!" Flamer, Blizzeta and Lightny ran over and arrayed themselves in front of her. Flamer taking the initiative talking as he ran towards him, gathering power in his hands. "We are called "The Elemental Quadruple" in the government reports, Life, raw energy, controlled energy, and temperature. Vintage, Flamer, Lightny and Blizzeta! What are you called?" "I was once called Cheshka."

man! Sorry all! but I still won't be available until Sunday, I'm taking college classes so I can't be around... Sephy, sorry you are having to do most of it but I hope to be back soon. BTW, about your sig, did you know that it was three days because thats how long the jews thought it took for the body to be completely souless? So, in the three days, it was thought impossible for Jesus to come back.

Okay! I'm back, but unfortunately things have come up beyond the focus of my control! So unfortunately, I will barely have enough time to post in my own story! So! I will review when I can but I will attempt Archimages on Sunday if 'I am able!

Four of the most dangerous Fullmetals are making their abode in an abondoned house. Suddenly, they are disturbed by Shawnee Heavy Assault helicopters. New Characters (4): Fullmetal 0134 "Vintage" Class: magician subclass, healer Age:115 (female) Fullmetal 0135 "Flamer" Class: magician subclass, fire-maker Age: 120 (Companion of Blizzeta) Fullmetal 0136 "Blizzeta" Class: magician subclass, Ice/temperature controller Age 120 (Companion of Flamer) Fullmetal 0137 "Lightny" Class: magician subclass, lightning (original) Age 119* *Author's note: The class and subclass of each fullmetal are dependant on their personality and previous wants and desires. I.e. Vintage is a pacifist whereas Lightny has massive offensive with little defense, and has ADHD. "Magician" deal with elements, subclass is the type of element/ability. Flamer saw them first, and almost decided to take them out himself but he knew he could not take them out without Lightny. So he called all four of them, with Vintage watching from the backyard, waiting for them to destroy the Shawnees. Blizzeta began working her powers, instantly sucking all moisture to herself, allowing Flamer to work without fear of humidity lessening his powers. Flamer launched himself from the house they were staying at and "flamed" creating a rolling Fireball, taking down the nearest craft almost as fast as Lightny took out the one next to him. Blizzeta was not done, and she grabbed a bit of flaking tar paper and formed ice around it, turning it into an artillery piece. Picking more tarpaper, she loaded it into a slot and aimed it at the advancing helicopters. "Fire!... I mean 'ICE!!!'." and fired towards the enemy. The Shawnees had recovered from their momentary shock and were firing at the two who were jumping around, attempting to kill thte pilots by electrocution or melted glass, respectively. The Shawnees spun around, then divided into two groups, firing missles at them wildly, tracking the Fullmetals' 'soul taste' to home in on them. Flamer merely melted them using a technique called Din's fire, in which, for him, time seemed to slow, but he was merely going superfast, and a dome of fire appeared and all the missles exploded, shockwaves affecting the Shawnees rather than himself. Lightny, in contrast, dodged them all, until the missiles formed a rough sphere, he then shot one of them with lightning, causing them all to blow up, himself sent flying. Vintage ran as fast as she could and got to him, quickly healing all damages he had sustained and ran back. About this time, the first Ice artillery shots fell among the Shawnees, destroying several. All the Shawnees were eventually destroyed, and not one of the Fullmetals seriously hurt. Vintage was healing a small, but deep, cut on Flamer's chest, just below where his lung once was. "We still won, but they were better than last time..." Blizzeta was looking out to the horizon, hoping for nothing to appear, and was glad not to see anything. Flamer grunted slightly as Vintage finally removed a splinter, which was a very long piece of bone. "I don't think we can move around anymore. You know The Finder will discover our location, no matter where it is. Darnit! That hurts!" Vintage trembled a bit but continued to do her job. "It would be better if you don't talk, which you are lucky to be able to do anyway! I agree, we can fight them off as long as I can hea; and energize you all." Lightning thought through the issue quickly. "You know the government doesn't hurt quiet Fullmetals." Flamer shook his head. "We'd have to give up Vintage and our humanity. And quite frankly, we can't give her up. Nor can we give up our abilities." Blizzeta nodded, and put her hand on his forehead. Then she suddenly froze the arms and head as Vintage pulled the last bit of scrapnel from the hole, then put her hand on it and closed the wound. "Thanks, he wriggles a lot when I do this." Blizzeta removed all moisture from Flamer's ice block, shattering it. Flamer was not pleased when he reactivated. "Darnit! Warn me next time!" "Sorry, love, but you would have heated up a bit." "I always heat up around you." "Giggle, old joke love..." "I know." "We'll have to talk about what we have to do tonight. It will be a hard choice, easy or otherwise." Vintage left quickly, Lightny watched her. "Why'd you have to say that infront of her? That was the equivalent of saying, 'we might dismantle you.' because of her healing powers, she is the most dangerous one among us to humans." Flamer looked at him. "Who says we can't hide her? Let her go on that journey, disassemble her long enough to make it seem like she is gone... something, just not permanent. Whatever our decision may be, honor it enough, for we outrank you." Vintage, however, heard none of this, and was in turmoil, what should she do? Her friends are trying to figure out what to do with her, for their safety as with her own. She sobbed quietly, she knew she was dangerous to humans, but only when she wanted to be, she could do good beyond killing humans by overhealing them. She tried to realize that she was a metal machine, and could be reassembled with ease, but she just couldn't believe it.

... Son of two drunken high strangers with AIDS!!!! anyway, like I said on your story, I'm going to post on my story then start reading yours, I will be indepth and so on. Expect it Sat. night if I am able.

I see, will save my judgements for when I review, This will be my biggest challenge YET(i) I might be able to review it today, but it will take a long time to read. Man! oh well. I'll start reading after I do another chapter for my story, might be able to review Sat. night, my time.

The story of Red by KC Hughes Here ya go KC. very good story.

very good story, nice plot, good character, time to review it bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!cough1cough!!

Okay Archimage, what exactly do you want me to review? all 20k words?!?

I got KC's you got enough to do anyway Archimage a, concerning the story (RPG) Aura Wars, do you want me to review what you wrote or the entire story? I mean, this will be my biggest challenge in writing reviews ever if its the entire thing...

concerning the Xewleehr Xewleer thing, Xewleehr is Wheeler (my last name) with an X Xewleer was meant to be Xewleehr but I forgot the h so... Like I said, I'll review his story when I find it, probabely this evening my time. Also, Sephy, I'll review your story after you type up that massive amount you said you were going to do, to make sure the review is much more relevant.

wow, incredibly written, and very deep... you are going emo aren't you! Back! demon emo spirits back! You'll be okay now, just have a Catholic priest sprinkle you with Yellow Koolaid and sing silly Songs with Larry, one every hour. Silliness aside, "nob" is spelt "knob" in that last bit. Otherwise looks exciting. I'll review it after you've had your orgy of story writing.

No one mentioned Rogue squadron! :evil: I personally thought Conker trash and destroyed it. Majora's Mask Ocarina of Time Starfox 64 Mario 64 Waverace (so good!) Those are the ones you should get first

okay... I understand now... And I'm sorry. But comments and corrections (Thats what I thought C/C) meant something much more constructive than your opinions on world systems. My realities that I create are my playground, I spend more time in them than reality. They are my escape from my own problems. And my biggest problem is a massive intellect and a lot of boredom, I write and imagine so I don't do anything that would cause problems for other. Christianity, I believe, is one of the antithesis to Socialism anyway. Anyway... ehem... I think it best for the readers continuation of my story, any comments of this length, please pm me. C/C (comments/corrections) are welcome! just please, do not add your personal philosophy on how the world works in reality.

yays more chapters! :D and a review for Tragedy of the Keyblade Wars! 8-) I'll review the story when it comes Sephy.

One of the reason's I don't like you is because 1: we are both stubborn and not likely to budge much in our beliefs 2: you don't listen to reason (remember our discussion on your biodomes in case of nuke attack? I still say they won't be able to go for as long as you say they would, Entropy of materials and knowledge are my reasons) 3: you are a socialist/communist (whatever you want to call it) and thus have a faulty view point when I look at what you say. I respect you enough as an intellectual, but I do not like the fact that you try to impose your style on my story. I write this here, I'll take a look at it and I might edit it. The story Runescape above... is the first, Fullmetal Wars is the direct sequel (rules state sequels must be in the same forum topic) The Children's Wars are a prequel to the Fullmetal Wars. And the other two will be after the Fullmetal Wars.

In Runescape, the only living being was Cheshka. Cheshka was stuck in one position, in front of the place where his friend and family had been destroyed. Watching the flames that must represent their immaterial bodies float was okay for the first 25 odd years. Then, at the 55th year, they all disappeared, completely without warning or apparent reason. 45 years later a light appeared. "I am L, if you would be so kind, please come through the portal. I have a new body, and new purpose, waiting for you." Cheshka, having nothing else to do, not to mention bored, went through the light. He felt himself traveling at immense speeds, then a sudden and surprising halt. Then he felt an incredible euphoria, so this was what a body was like... "I am L, and you, I hope, are Hylean, if not, you know him because you have a very similar "soul taste" to him. I have created your mechanical body for the sole purpose of trying to destroy the thing that caused you to be stuck in your previous state. This body does not have any nanotech in it and cannnot repair itself. But I have provided an infinite power and ammo source, provided you have some kind of oxygen atom in your enviroment." Cheshka looked around, seeking where the voice came from, then discovered a dust covered computer. "The reason why I have waited so long to contact you is because I couldn not discover the Program's location. I have it now, when you destroy the Program completely, you will be able to live however you want. Go to the town described on your navigation systems. I am sure you will figure out how to operate your body, Allmetal." Cheshka felt some twinge in the back of his head and a map popped infront of his eyes. Irony quickly set in... why, by all that is good and unholy, was the location his hometown.

No, Archimage, I don't think I want to continue this... Back to the story on hand -------------------- Swirling dust flew every which way in the Painted Desert. Where this takes place exactly does not matter. One small person leaned against the rock wall at his back, allowing the shade to cool his armor. New Character: Fullmetal 0029 "Ravenhunter" Transformer class, subclass: Longrange. Age: 117 A Shawnee heavy assault Helicopter burst over the wall's precipice, shooting the place where Ravenhunter was sitting. Transforming into an anti-air assualt vehicle Ravenhunter attempted to shoot the helicopter down. The Shawnee hovered directly above it, but both of them could not hit the other. Ravenhunter transformed back into a human and dived into a cave, shooting missles from his half transformed arms. The Shawnee, undaunted, fired multiple missles into the cave, destroying it and ensuring that the Fullmetal was destroyed or forever trapped. A metal head floated, and wires moved of its accord. A klaxon sounded and heads turned to look at the metallic effigy. "A fullmetal's signal has been lost, dead or trapped. 142 Fullmetals left, 390 Partmetals still functioning."