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I feel like a good round of Hunters. Any takers?

As Justin said, I just picked the most illogical answer and got 5/6. Spoof website, anyway.

Calm down, calm down. Thought I'd pop in here and let everyone know I'm alive. It's the weekend, so I'll probably be able to start Series 2 sometime in the next two days or so. PULL THROUGH BLOODREDSWORD!

And like UFO's, has largely been considered a hoax... 8-) I consider this a lot more credible than UFO's. For one, I've read Moore's book, and it offers some interesting evidence that can't just be tossed out the window. And it goes off on a tangent about the Biefeld-Brown Effect, which is most definitely not a hoax. Not saying that I am totally convinced in a govenment conspiracy (I'm not highlanders :P ), but the Philadelphia Experiment is still a very intriguing peice of history.

The Beatles were the first band I ever listened to and knew what I was listening to. I still love them. My dad has every single album they've ever made, and I have their "1" compilation. The only songs I don't like from them are, unfortunately, their best known ones: "Love Me Do," I Want to Hold Your Hand," etc. The rest is gold.

0_0 And this started in 2004. . . I'm going to be reading this through college.

Check this out. Stuff like this has been going on since WWII, and this is a lot more interesting.

Hehe yeah, I would have tried to build the wall back up around it. Be pretty sweet to have a car sticking out of your wall. That got there by somehow flying off the road.

Generally, VG cats sucks. . . but that was freaking awesome. Dead on his expression.

Hmmm. . . has anyone on OT not read this yet? Just wondering.

As others have said, work on anatomy, but that isn't my biggest problem with it. It lacks depth. Like, completely and utterly. The attempts at shading just didn't work. You can't just go in gradients from all the edges; you have to conform them to the body to make it jump out at you. What I'm saying is, the shading can't have the same gradient and the same width on both sides of the figure. That defeats its own purpose. You did the best on the legs, but the rest is just flat and dull. Add a background as well, that will help.

Okay, forget the original post. . . Name: [Nom Anor] Metroid Prime Hunters:[4338-6103-5061] [4 star] LostMagic:[4123-9603-9175] Online at: Any time from 8-midnight weekdays (GMT), any time at all on weekends just let me know. Also, my brother owns Star Fox Command and Mario Kart, so if I work something out with him I'll post those codes too. Also also, I think it would be a good idea to post rankings as well. Like for MP: H. Gives you some idea of what you're up against, and also bragging rights :wink: .

Seriously. . . how do you manage that?

I'll edit in my information when I get home. . .

Let's just say the baby shortage won't come as early as we thought it would.

I opened that in class. >_> <_< -_-"

Dude, stop with the tildes. It's really freakin' annoying. And I've honestly never seen the attraction of gyms, home or otherwise. I can't really justify using anything other than a bench-press. There are plenty of exercises you can do with your body and the floor that will accomplish the same ends. Plus, manual labor > any kind of gym workout. Go split some firewood or something.

Lol :P . [inside joke] Knew you would say that :P . She was my freshman English teacher :-w

I'll be over the moon once I learn the kip-up. Hell, I'm happy just trying. Only started in earnest this weekend, but hey. Being around good friends suffices to make me happy, though.

Eh, never occured to me that people might take it as a dream. It's not. Nothing that happened was a dream. I didn't intend for anyone to think that, so I might as well refute it.

So, let me get this straight. This was originally an RPG (Sephiroth was involved somewhere, right?) and now you've basically added your own prologue of sorts and then rewritten the RPG into one cohesive story. Am I right? If this was an RPG, it flows pretty darn well. Nice job.

And here it is. Endgame. Part I15, the final part of Series One. ----------------- Ivan stirred. The first awareness that came to him was of laying facedown, his cheek in contact with a warm and strangely familiar surface. He felt an odd sense of dÃÆÃâÃâéjÃÆÃâÃâàvu, as though he had experienced something like this before. Perhaps he had. Come to think of it, Ivan wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t sure what his last experience was. He felt an idle curiosity about it, as well as to where he was and what he was doing there. But it was not enough to compel him into moving. He was content to lay there, free of his troubles, his worries, everything that had happened to him in the past few hours. . . With the force of a speeding train Ivan was hit with the reality of the situations preceding his current one. The mad chase, the wounds, the desperation and finally, the light; he drew the logical and wildly hopeful and exhilarating conclusion. All that was left was to find out for sure. He rolled over onto his back. Sky. He was staring at sky. The simple reality of the sky that had seemed forever lost to him was almost enough to make him succumb to tears of joy. He was free. He had made it out of that horrid prison, full of its strange and horrible places and inhabited by such strange and horrible beings. The open world at last had accepted him into the fold once again; Mother Nature suffered the return of one of her sheep. Ivan dared to think that she rejoiced in it. He turned his head once again, ready to behold anything now that he knew he was free. Jungle. Dense foliage grew unchecked everywhere Ivan could see. There were ferns sprouting from the mossy loam, and tall tropical trees towered a few yards away, draped with vines. Nothing could be seen past the perimeter of the obviously deep tropical forest. A pervading green color steadily darkened by degrees as the jungle receded, punctured occasionally by shafts of sunlight that managed to penetrate the canopy. It would be a beautiful scene, were it not the exact, crushing opposite of what Ivan had expected. Seeing a jungle, here, outside the Stratagem, defied logic. And it woke Ivan up to the fullest extent. He was aware of everything now. He wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t alone. Stephanie was here somewhere, she had to be, his situation couldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t possibly become any worse by her being absent ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Ã

I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't kill me! I'll write it tonight, I swear! Seriously, my weekend has been hectic. I had Friday off but I had to work. Yesterday was our state championship football game, and we had to drive for four hours there and back so I left at 1:00 and didn't get back till 2 AM. So today I'm dead beat and have a crapload of homework. . . Heh, we're state champs though \ .

It started snowing like mad as soon as the Star-Spangled Banner ended at our state championship football game. We won \ . We usually get a huge tree, but last year we couldn't because we refurbished the living room and had to move it to the basement, where the ceiling is like six and a half feet. So no more giant trees for us. And we're moving in January, so I don't know what we'll do at the new house.