Harakiri

eww. My thoughts exactly... :lol:

I watched some of it when I was like 10 or 11 and understood absolutely nothing about it, should prabably go back and watch it now... Anyone watch Neon Genesis Evangelion...I think its the best giant robot anime, and is probably one of the best ones in general

If I choose all of the above though, whats the point of hiding my T games when my parents are dead?

I wanna murder em twice and then Falcon Punch em!

Ghost recon jungle storm Rainbow Six lockdown Red faction

I thought it was alright...the ending sucked, and there were some bad gameplay parts...

Unless his parents check his video games every time he get's a new one. Also, I was going to say tell them T stands for [bleep]. They wouldn't know if he uses a box thats from one of his older E games, unless they search each box to make sure the right games in there...

Red Faction...I've only played an hour or so of it, but I have been so hooked. Its old (2001) but it always much more destruction than other fps. You can set up bombs and blow holes nearly anywhere, which is fun...you can also set bombs on enemies...which is even better... There are two, but a third one is coming out this year hopefully...

Tell them T stands for Teaching... Seriously, if your parents won't let you play T games (I assume your thirteen or over) then you should tell your friends to go to the store, and buy you a T game. Give them the money, and let em go. Now, once your friend gets back, carry an E rated game box (if you have a gamestop or EB you should trade in the game in the box) and put the T game into it...your parents will never know...

:wall: First of all, its an alright story... O.K, heres the bad part...the name Niggles sounds really dumb...childish per se... Also, STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT INSTALLMENT is a horrible way to end a chapter...why not write To Be Continued? It reminds me of the old radio shows my Granparents listen to...Stay tuned for the next installment of THE LONE RANGER!!!!!

^^^There should be a sticky for this...

Anyone played Red Faction? So far its been neat...It's M though...

Iron Maiden-Iron Maiden

Wassup? Been wondering where you were...

I don't like those kinda shows...the only one I like that is vaguely like that is Leverage.... Anywho, you seem to have posted on one of my threads, wassup, or you just saying hi?

Does that pattern continue. :twss: I hope not. WOW! I just needed to say that...

We're gonna do it like they do it on the discovery channel You sink my battleship I don't know who's it by, but I heard it on the radio and laughed so hard...

That was pissed me off soooooooooooo bad...it took for friggin ever to figure out the pattern, and then I'm like, thank god that oooo....ooo [bleep]!

RWT was a huge part of the reason for the loss of the wild... I've always thought the GE was put into the game to regulate the prices of items, and to be a much more convenient way to sell and buy things. It used to be a hassle to buy things without going to world 1 and waiting for five hours for someone to actually be nice enough to trade you, and while World 1 still works the same way, the GE is just an easier way for players who need something fast to get it. It was not part of jagex's dastardly scheme to stop the Pkers from playing (and if it was, god the plan was brutal). And why'd you have to put more input in when people have been flaming your rants? You got balls, but really, when your getting flamed its not a good idea to feed us more flame bait. There might be one or two people who agree...but they've probably all been flamed...I just wish you would all get over it. Over a year has passed, and you still complain like babies. I've gotten sick of hearing it...those months after the update were hell on this rant forum, Eatrunearrow reared his ugly face and made him easily the most laughable person on the forum, and more people continued to give their "Jagex hate" rants. Why, after one year, do you complain more? Give up. You lost. PKing is not dead, its just not like it used to be. Basically, sit down, think through what you complain about, and ask yourself if its really worth getting worked up over. If you care so much about a game, you need to go outside. Any thread involving this should be locked up, because after one year, there are more important problems with the game than the loss of the wild, which has become a regular part of the game now...

hi

They are also horrible cliches. While that may be, it depends on the authors use of the characters that makes it horrible...

^^^Thats what I think...and with more views, I can get in more guest articles and stories, which would be great...maybe once theres so many papers we can get a backlog sticky...

Me...i wrote it on dev art a loooooooooooooooooooooong time ago...

If I should post this on the original issue thats fine... Also, it would work even better if this became a sticky...

Volume 1 Issue 2 The Japan Issue ------------------- Welcome all to the second edition of the Varrock Libraries weekly newspaper! In the news this week, Hawkxs has created the two banners above that we thank her greatly for. Also in the news, this weeks paper deals with, of all things you want to hear about, Japan! We will focus strongly on its horror more than its anime and manga, though that will have a minor spotlight. --------------------- NEW TO THE LIBRARY: STORIES: Worst of the best or best of the worst-by Archangel A final goodbye-Deloriagod Anubis: While the gods watch-Ratchet573 My tip it times articles-Necromagus ----------------------- MISSING PERSON: Bluejay94 ----------------------- THE JAPAN ISSUE: ---------------------- JAPAN: BOOKS AND HORROR Many people know Japan for their animes and mangas. While these are great pieces sometimes, they pale in comparison to Japanese horror. I'm not talking about the live action movies either. Most of them are imitators of American horror, which I personally think is crap. I'm not talking Godzilla either, it was just created during a time when giant monster movies, and alien movies were the big hits. I'm talking about their portrayal of horror in video games and books. Let me start by saying that the prime examples of this are found in Devil May Cry, Castlevania, Resident Evil, and Silent Hill. They all include weird monsters that are created biologically, or by other means. Some of them are better than others though. My favorite are Castlevania and Devil may Cry, because they invent monsters and characters that we know from our childhood and place them in real life environments. While zombies are all well and good, the games about Dracula and Satan are better because we know these characters, have heard stories about them. So, lets move on to the main article... --------------------------------------- HIDEYUKI KIKUCHI: VAMPIRE HUNTER D As I write this, I am on the third book. I own all eleven in the series so far, and find them to be exciting, violent, and touch on more familiar turf then some of the stories more focused on scaring you with blood, gore and wierd monsters. These books are based in our world in the year 12,090. Vampire Hunter D is a dhampir, a half human half vampire, who is the son of Dracula, the greatest vampire to ever live. In the year 1999, the countries of the world set nukes at each other, which caused nearly every human except for a few to be wiped out. The few that survived ended up getting enslaved by a mutant race known as vampires. After thousands of years of being enslaved, the humans started a war against the vampires, and after years of violence they won, sending the vampires to various parts of the world. So on the verge of extinction the vampires are being hunted by hunters. The hunters kill them usually on request. Thats the main premise of the books, and each one tells a different tale about the man known as D. They feel like your reading an anime (a good one). They are action-packed, and the stories are exciting. The books never falter, and while sometimes there are points that seemed to have been tacked on, and some of the story needs serious explanation (if D's half vampire, why is he trying to kill off his own race?), they are enjoyable. The style of them is kind of odd. Its less description, more action and story. So, if your into these kind of things, its deffinately worth a look. If you want horror that looks more into scaring you using real world stuff instead of "Hellish demons that Satan conjures from his tonsils", then these are enjoyable. I get a lot of inspiration from them, and the author, who has written the series for 30 years. ----------------------------- Letters to the Editor: Got a question? Ask me anything (within reason)! PM me any question. Doesn't even have to be writing related! --------------------------- HELP WANTED: This weeks paper could not have worked without the help of Hawkxs! Thanks a lot! If you would like to contribute anything to me for the paper, PM me and I'll make sure you get a place in this paper! -------------------------- STORYTIME: The hotel is located on a small island in the Caribbean. Many go due to the beautiful views of the water. Surrounding the hotel is not a beach but a garden. The garden is just a cover up though, for the graveyard below. Three bodies lay beneath the garden. Some say that the bodies may be there, but the spirits stay. This is the story of one mans stay, and the evil he awakened. James Kingsley stood outside of the hotel, a large tower like structure sitting in the middle of a small island, smelling the array of flowers. The water lay fourteen feet in front of him, and as he looked over to see if any creatures were going to walk onto the shore, he noticed a figure. It was a woman, a beautiful figure who wore a blue dress. James ran over to her. "Hello there, do you like the hotel?" James asked. He then noticed the woman was transparent. He reached out to touch her. The hair on the back of his neck stood as his hand entered her, a cold sensation rushing through him. The woman then turned to look at him. He noticed where his hand was, and wretched back. The woman looked sternly at him, and dropped a brown clipping of hair that had been clenched in her fist, right into the water. It went out to sea. The woman looked at the hair, a tear welling up in her eye, and then looked back at James. "You bastard!" She screamed. Her face contorted. Her eyes turned red, her hair turned greyish, and her mouth morphed to the size of the wash basin in James hotel room. James ran, screaming. He went to the front door of the hotel, and tried the knob. It was locked. He then banged his clenched fists against it. "Let me in!" He looked over his shoulder and saw the woman coming towards him. He screamed more. "WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?" The woman asked in a menacing tone. James felt as if he would cry. "I don't know!" Suddenly, the sea turned into blood. James screamed and began beating on the door harder, until he suddenly felt it open and saw a little girl. "Wheres mommy?" She asked, a billowing white dress flowing behind her. "Is that your mom?" James pointed at the creepy woman behind him. "I don't know." "What?" The woman was now right behind James and grabbed him. She threw him through the door, and suddenly James lye on the wooden floor of the hotel. The man at the desk ran to him and got him up. "What happened?" He asked. "A woman. She was after me!" "Oh god. Not Amy." "Who the hell is she?" "Dead for nearly a hundred years. She was the wife of the first owner of this hotel. Her daughter was six, and having a party. All of her friends were playing outside, and she told them to come into the sea with her. She went out, and the current pushed her far out. She ended up drowning. Her mother went out and fetched the body, and buried the remains out on the beach. Then, her second daughter was thought to be going crazy because she saw her sister running around the hotel. Her father wanted her to snap out of it. She ended up going nuts, and killing herself. Her mother tried to stop her, but could not. Her daughter was being held by her hair when she found the hair in her fist, and her daughters knife slit. That's when she killed herself. There remains were buried on the beach, and the owner built a garden over it, so he would never be reminded of the women in his life." James gawked. "That is sad..." "Very. She searches for her daughters, but cannot find them." "But why me? Why did she decide to come after me?" "I do not know." James went to his room to contemplate everything. After a nice dinner, he went to bed. Three nightmares plagued his sleep. James stood with many little children on a beach rife with shells of all shapes and colors. Some of the children held little morsels of sweets. He noticed one girl stood out from the rest, a girl only about four and a half feet tall, with beautiful blond curls, and wearing a bathing suit. She waved her little hands and everyone switched their attention from the food to her. "Who wants to swim?" She asked, and ran out to the sea. James wanted to yell not to, but felt it being suppressed by some power. The girl ran out to the water, and suddenly was going out further and further. James tried to move but was stuck in place. The girl screamed, and there were splashes. None of the kids went in after her, because it would be foolish to do so. Her mom ran out, and looked around. The children screamed and the mom ran to the nearby boat, tied up to a stake placed in the sand, and grabbed a machete, cutting the rope. Some of the kids jumped into the boat. It went to the last place the kids saw a splash, and the mom tied a rope around her waist and spoke to the kids, before jumping into the water. A few moments later, she came up with a sopping wet body. James awoke at this part. James fell asleep again. Now, he was staring at an older girl, maybe fourteen. She sat on her bed, and stared at the wall, talking to nothing. She soon stood, and began to walk away. Next, James watched an argument between her and her red haired father. "There is no such thing as a ghost. You are crazy. You belong in an asylum!" After more outbursts from her father having to do with being crazy, he found himself watching her mom, running into the kitchen. He chased her, and ended up in a small, dingy kitchen. The daughter had a knife in her hand. Her mother charged her and grabbed her hair, trying to wrestle the knife out of her hand. It did not work. The girl elbowed her mothers stomach, and cut the hair out from beneath her mothers hand. Her mom held an armful of hair now, and watched helplessly as her daughter slit her throat, blood flying all over the cabinets and kitchenware. James awoke again. When he fell asleep, he suddenly saw the mom, setting a chair under a rope, the end having a noose. She stood on the chair, and put her head into it. She then kicked the chair out from underneath herself and her neck snapped, her head rolled, and she was dead, hanging there, waving back and forth like a pendulum. James awoke, and this time found that it was eight in the morning. He put on some clothes, and went down to breakfast. After a hearty helping of pancakes, he went out to the garden. That was his mistake. "Hello?" He asked. There was a whisper. "Where is my daughter?" "She is here with you! You are blind! Look for her! I saw her yesterday." "LIAR!" Suddenly she materialized. James ran to the door as the woman chased him, her teeth now as big as a dinosaurs. James beat on the door again, and then found it open after the third knock. Two girls were in the entrance. "Join us, help is find mommy." James screamed. He ran past them, and tripped. The three women now surrounded him. James screamed even more, and suddenly, a red haired man came in and jumped the women. James stood. "Please, help them!" The red haired man said, lying over the women. "How?" "How do dead people find each other?" He asked. James thought for a moment. "Gravestones!" He said. "Right! Please, help them!" James ran outside and searched the plants. The hotel owner poked James. "What the hell is going on. You screamed gravestones in there, looked like you were thrown down, and then ran out here." "Gravestones! Need to indicate where the women's bodies are!" "What?" "The red haired man, the dad, told me!" "We got some planks downstairs. We also got some sharpies and nails and a hammer." "Good enough! Come on!" James stood outside. He had written a gravestone for the mom, who was named Amy Kolet. He was nailing the second one for the oldest daughter, when he suddenly felt a sting in his stomach. Four nails had pierced his stomach. He screamed and continued working. "STOP!" He yelled. "I am here to help you!" He finished the gravestone for the oldest daughter, Jackie Kolet, when he felt a sharp pain in his back. "STOP!" He yelled as more nails rose. He started nailing the planks together. He then wrote the youngest daughters name, Michelle Kolet, when he felt more pains. He started to place them upright in the Earth. More and more pain came until suddenly, he felt a slice down his stomach. Blood rushed out. He noticed two more planks. He started to nail them together when he felt another slice down his stomach. He started writing on it. Then, he placed it upright, just as he saw his guts fall out of a wound in his stomach. The last thing James Kingston ever heard was a scream from the hotel owner. "NO! JAMES!" He screamed. He looked at the body, now a bloody mass of nails. His lower intestines lye on the ground now, blood oozing around them. The owner then looked away at the graves. There were four, not three. He looked at the fourth on. On it, it said: JAMES KINGSTON; DIED FOR SAVING THOSE WHO NEEDED SAVING The owner went to the basement of the hotel, and took a shovel. He then dug a grave for James, and buried him. He then sold the hotel and left, never to return. James Kingston felt the embrace of the three women, and hugged them back. "Thank you for finding my children." Amy Kolet said. James embraced her harder and said: "Your welcome." He then walked backwards and asked: "What happened? Why am I dead?" Suddenly, the red haired man came into view. "It was not any of our faults. By helping the dead, you condemn your soul. It is against law to help the deceased. We have our fates, and our fates have now changed. The gods are against that, and now you must join us as we take the test of heaven." "How are mortals to know this? Why did you tell me to help?" "Because he is a demon!" Amy yelled. The red haired man laughed and suddenly disappeared. "That is why your here, you are a perfect soul. Satan detests those who are perfect. You are a fated angel, and he wanted to kill you before you could complete the deed you were sent to Earth to accomplish." "Then where is your real husband?" "He was reincarnated." "Into who?" "You." Suddenly, he remembered it all. He embraced Amy, and they kissed. He then held his children close, tears welling in his eyes. THE END ----------------------------------- NEXT ISSUE: Volume 1 Issue 3 Comedic Stuff Coming next week!