Harakiri

Yeah, it's WarioWorld or WarioLand. I can't remember which cuz I haven't played them in years.

Spamming what? Your opinion was simply to let this thread die, which is one of the reasons people call you a forum god. Let the thread live on, do we really need people telling us that threads should die? Let them die naturally, once discussion has ended. We don't need discussion interspersed with the cries from some guy who is bored of the argument or doesn't like it.

Oh, so because you failed in the other thread it's suddenly my fault that everyone hates you and wishes you would quit. Seriously?

Thanks for the uh...image... I'm stealing Omali's smiley thing for a sec here...

I Stand Alone Either that or some kind of song from Barney or something. "Pumpernickel Bread!"

WARNING-Mature Content (Which makes you want to read this even more, doesn't it?) I have nowhere to post this, and if you still find this too adult for the forum you can delete it Archimage, I just need some constructive criticism. It's a short story that leads to another short story that leads to the main story, but you should be able to understand it well. I guess I'll post it in parts so the first story will be like five parts, so on and so forth. Saturday I go to Florida for two weeks, so don't expect any updates for two weeks. This was inspired a lot by Battle Royale, a Japanese book/manga/movie, so if you like this, check those out. Since Battle Royale's back story was kind of lenient and never talked much about America, you could even say this is what was going on in the Empire of America. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- DARK ARENA BY: RATCHET573 _________________ Part 1: Before the Arena _________________ Over the course of the years the population has grown incredibly. Every country is dealing with overpopulation. A lot of it can be blamed on thousands of genetic tests conducted throughout the world. Whether it be bringing the dead back to life, implanting a human brain into a cyborg thus creating an artificial version of the deceased, or if it was just cloning, it all added up to more and more humans (and artificial humans) walking the Earth. The government's of the various countries biggest problems were the fact that more housing was needed, more room was needed for it's people. More people meant that more food needed to be produced, more gas needed to be available. Because of this, economies crashed. Wars were waged against countries needing more land for their people. And the world continued to fall into ruin. American government were now faced with a serious problem. How do we control our population? Sex was America's new favorite hobby. More and more teenagers were getting pregnant, more and more people were finding themselves giving birth. Sex fiends were never caught because there were so many of them. Rapists were everywhere. Dead bodies were piling in apartment basements of crazy men who could also be found in their bedrooms hacking the prostitute they picked up to bits and freezing her body parts. The president needed a way to stop this. His idea was simple. Combine the excitement of a television game show or reality show with the action of a video game. Television was also a favorite past time of Americans, and they were demanding more. I'll give them more, the President would soon say in a famous American speech that would legalize a new way of controlling the population. Arena fighting. Every week, two hundred and one people of each of the fifty states would be sent to an arena. First would be the convicts on death row, then the convicts in for life, then it would move to known sex offenders, and finally to random people. They would then fight to the death, and the last one standing would be allowed to live like nothing had happened. Once the population of the United States was stable as it was twenty-five years before, then the President would call this off. Of course the people rebelled, but this was quite simply the easiest way of solving the problem besides killing the people out of nowhere. Having men with guns walk the streets and randomly shoot people because they were born. They were born. They had no control over this. This was inhumane. It was wrong. At least you get a chance, the President would retort, at least you have the chance of being that one man who triumphs over two hundred. Why air it on the television? Because, then you have something to watch. Our world is chaos, you can't complain that it's inhumane to watch the cleansing of this chaos. By killing random human beings? What do you want me to do? Send them in a rocket ship to the moon and let them build a colony? But... It's for the good of the economy, of the world, that you accept that you might be fighting in these arena games. Every week I will make sure the channels air the percentage of people we need eliminated, compared to the number we have eliminated. That way, you can know you are just that much safer. ---------- Jason Jones sat in his kitchen in Illinois a year later, watching the small television set on the counter. It aired the fights, people fighting hand to hand, blood flying across the camera. No one dared hit a cameraman. One of the rules was that if somebody ever attacked the staff, they would get their brains blown out. A referee was now on camera, a shotgun in one hand and a whistle in the other. He wore the black and white stripes that basketball referees used to wear when it was popular.. The referee watched intently, a glint in his eyes. The sick [bleep] enjoyed this. It made Jason want to reach through the television and kill him. Jason's brother, Arthur, walked into the kitchen and opened a cupboard, grabbing a bowl and a box of cereal. He sat at the table with Jason and made his breakfast. He ate about half of it before he noticed how intently Jason watched the fighting, the crazy action taking place in the arena. There were even people, civilians who had no idea if they would ever be sent into that very arena to die, watching and cheering. Why are you watching this? I thought you were against this? Asked Arthur. Jason turned his gaze from the screen to his brother. I'm waiting for the percentages. Arthur nodded and had another spoonful of cereal. Jason continued to watch the brutal war for another hour before the percentages showed up. 50/50. It was half way over. The president predicted it would be over in a year. He was completely off. The graph was replaced by a live video of referees outside of the arena, shooting down protesters. THIS IS WRONG! Yelled one woman holding a picket sign. Those were her last thoughts as her head found it's way, in pieces, to the ground. The announcer then replaced the screams and chants of the protesters. Such a shame they couldn't have kept their opinions to themselves. They now add themselves to the death count and to the percentage! You folks out there have only one year to wait and hope. One year to know if your safe... Jason turned the TV off. One more year of killing, of murder. One more year of cries of family members as their sons, daughters, wives, husbands, grandpas, grandmas...one more year of the death of thousands. Arthur took this moment to walk into the room. You finally done watching that crap? Jason nodded. He stood and walked with his brother to the front door. Jason and Arthur lived in the family home. Their parents had both been killed in the arena, and after much mourning, they had now grown to accept that their parents did it because it was their duty. Even if the two boys, both eighteen, didn't feel it was right, they accepted that their parents did it so that the two boys wouldn't have to watch them be killed. Jason shook these dark thoughts from his head as they walked to the Mustang parked in the driveway. Arthur drove, and Jason sat on the passenger side. He hated not driving, not focusing on the road. When in the passenger seat he looked at the houses, and the children in boxes, at people scrounging for food in the garbage bins. It made him both mad and sad. The store was packed, as usual. Jason bought a couple frozen meals, a steak, a couple snack items and sandwich stuff. Arthur bought whatever he could find, as usual. After getting through the checkout and getting the food into the car they drove home and put it all away. That's when there was a knock at the door. I'll get it. Arthur said cheerily. Okay. Jason continued to shove food into the cupboards. It took Arthur ten minutes to walk into the kitchen, his face sullen, tears welling in his eyes. He held an open envelope in his hand, the paper not even half pulled out. What's wrong? Asked Jason. Arthur handed the paper to Jason. His hands were shaking. When Jason read the first line, he knew why Arthur was shaking. Dear Arthur Jones, You have been selected to join us in our arena. No [bleep]ing way. Jason was about to cry as well. Due to the rise of the nation's population, the government have decided that the easiest way to save the country is to make people like you fight in arena games. You and two hundred others have been selected to fight in the arena located in the Peoria fairgrounds. Please be there by five in the morning on the date of January 26. Thank you for your cooperation, United Federation for Population Control Arthur's tear stained face turned toward Jason. I don't want to die. He was able to sputter out. Jason hugged his brother tightly. He couldn't believe this. First mom, then dad. And now Arthur. How was Jason going to survive without his family? His friend Jon was still alive, but that was it. Jason took Arthur into his bedroom and lay him down on the bed. Please, quit crying. We can get through this. Arthur shook his head. I'm dead. Jason didn't reply to that. He couldn't. He knew his brother could not survive whatever he was going to face in the arena. He went downstairs into the kitchen and called Jon. Hello? Jon answered. Yeah, it's Jason. Hi...Jason. The man sounded like he was crying as well. No way. He couldn't have...no... Jon, Arthur is going to be killed. Jason noticed Jon's crying even more. Not him too! Jon...you... Yes. Jon answered. Jason held back tears. Jon. I'm going instead of my brother. Jason did not know where it came from. He had no idea how the words had registered in his brain and made it out of his mouth. Jason, I always knew you were a good man. Jon laughed between cries. Jason hung up the phone. Jon would know why. The emotional distress the three were going through was enough to make someone go crazy. They were strong though. Jason went to his brother's room and stole the letter from his hands. I'm going instead of you. Now Arthur looked at Jason like he was crazy. Why? He asked. Because I know more about combat than you. Jason laughed. I was the nerd who beat every bully to a pulp, remember. Arthur remembered a fight where a tall, fat kid had stolen Jason's trigonometry book. Jason had kicked the kid in the ribs, breaking two of them, and then shoved the kid's head into a locker door, breaking his nose. Jason was prone to violence, and had been in the local Juvenile Detention Center. Jason was a fighter. He had more of a chance then Arthur, who had always been on the receiving end of punches, but had never thrown one. Arthur nodded. Thank you so much... And thus began the adventures of Jason Jones. -------------------------- Another part will be posted soon!

It was their choice to train them in F2P. If they want the capes, they pay. That is why Jagex keeps them P2P. By the time someone reaches 99, they are a loyal player. If Jagex can suck them into P2P, then there is $5 every month. HEY WASNT IT YOU WHO SAID EVERY ONE IS POST JUST WHAT THEY WANT ON F2P!!!!!! so why are u countering him CAPS MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER!

If someone's ripping on quests saying they're easy, I dare them to try Ratcatchers. :twisted: EWW! I remember that one. Yuck!

I laughed so hard.

Mortal Kombat? That looks like Iceman though but I don't know a fighting game with him in it.

So? Arrrgh! The sky is falling! :roll: Everytime you speak I wish it would. :roll:

:thumbup: +1 The forum god speaks without speaking! Because god forbid a thread he doesn't like be at the top of the page :shock:

I'm too lazy=An excuse for not actually using proper grammar. I don't feel like editing previous posts=I don't feel like getting the constructive criticism I've been asking for, I'd rather have people complain about my bad grammar. I only waste my time with grammar on good forums=This is probably the best forum on TIF and this is not the place you want to use bad grammar. And you should learn to do it in every post because it is not a waste of time. STFU=Cool way of getting around the censor so you can tell everyone what you think of them for giving you constructive criticism, USE PROPER GRAMMAR AND PUNCTUATION WHEN YOU WRITE A RANT! There's your constructive criticism. Use it.

^^^I think Quelmotz quit. I keep getting fanmail from people thanking me for doing it. I don't think he'll screw with me again. Why would people be ripping on quests? That's one of the redeeming factors of Runescape is the quests.

zomg lol i no what u mean man i feel leik so much dumber aftet readin this rant Wat u talken abut it mad perfact cents.

^^^Agreed totally. I loved Vice City with a passion and it's my number three most favorite game ever. But San Andreas seemed kinda racy and yeah, the overuse of cuss words made it really unenjoyable. I just hated the story, it just seemed kind of wrong. I guess, as a white guy I felt kind of awkward playing it. GTA4 just never has impressed me much. The missions are boring, and the only fun I find to be had is to shoot up a storm, but even then that gets boring eventually.

God, Bleach is getting lame. First they had an episode about playing soccer, then one about having a kendo tournament, and the last one was about learning to bake a cake. Friggin lame, I want something besides filler or whatever these episodes have been.

No it was probably the huge flame wars before starting the forum based religion. But thanks for taking the blame my loyal slave.

Awesome. :) I haven't played for a while, mostly because the servers keep kicking me after a minute because there is a Punkbuster error. -.-Not going to play until this is fixed. :x Yeah, it kicks me from games a lot too, but not that much. A couple times when I jump into a game and it switches maps it will kick me.

I thought game franchises that should give up was kinda the same thing? Halo, FFVII, Gears of War, GTA 4, GTA San Andreas.

No, EBGames is AKA EBGames. Gamecrazy is a completely seperate franchise... EB GAMES SITE: http://www.ebgames.com/browse/search.as ... 20mosquito Oddly, their site is absolutely the same as Gamestops, so I wonder why they don't just call all EBGames Gamestop or something. Would it make it more impossible to have two game stores in one small mall? GAMECRAZIES SITE: http://www.gamecrazy.com/

ZOMG ROFL! Seriously though, that's the funniest thing I've heard all day. :lol:

Since when? :?: :?

Yeah, back when it was in Shonen Jump I got obsessed with Hikaru No Go and started playing for a while. I haven't played since it ended but I guess it was pretty fun back when we did it.

Oh my loyal follower, we can all unite against idiots on this forum. -Eatrunearrow -ThedayRSdied -Quelmotz -Spam Ranters Those are the greatest enemies to the cause right now and must be obliterated. And because you asked so nicely, you can be a demigod...um...Flamethrower. Here's your scepter/flame dispensing unit (it also shoots out flames for flame wars, it's three weapons in one!)