Harakiri

Thank you..the idiotic posts are also coming from people you did invite... Welcome to the forum, where the IQ level goes down with each new member... Me and Nom have survived this forum longer than you have, and we have seen more than our share of crap, and let me tell you, that when there is an influx in activity by people not known to tread this forum, we wonder... PLUS...If you didnt want other people to post...shoulda emailed it...This is not a invite only forum...

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Well...I am just writing a basic story for school...nothing too unique...still trying to establish something... He is different because he gets the crap beat out of him!

Congrats on 400 pages... Metallica: Enter Sandman Cant get the song out of my head!

Dunno. Just forgot I guess. I might drop by for a spot of tea sometime... Sorry, we only serve cold lagers.

good job... Why are you n9ot at the library anymore? We need you!@

What do you want: siggie Type of Sig etc: Abstract Dimensions: 350X150 Text: Ratchet573 Sub-Text: Better than Lucario...a writing Lucario! Font: http://www.dafont.com/sansation.font Render: http://planetrenders.net/renders/displa ... pos=-36586 C4D or Fractals: none Additional info: A blue and Black background would be cool Thanks!

That part was a pain...Also another couple holy [cabbage] moment from MGS3 [hide=]Amazing motorcycloe chase sequence[/hide] [hide=]The boss was a good guy...I almost cried...[/hide]

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[hide=][/hide] I was thinking of something worthwhile to do, and I thought that the Varrock Library needs a small corner, in a dank, drab room, where the most serious authors can get together and talk about writing in general, perhaps write tutorials on writing, have writeoffs that might give the library a couple more members. Maybe even have projects where the whole library works together to write a large story. I'm sure this wont work out, but its just a try. The Varrock Library had probably the strongest community of all the sections of this great forum, and I think that if we are able to have a place to chill out, we will be able to get an even stronger community. So my question is, who would like to join a group dedicated to serious writing discussions, serious writing, and helping the new people who enter the library get the gist of what this society of writers is about. I want some help from Archimage, because I know he probably will support this. Archimage could probably help us get rolling, maybe even make this a sticky. Once we aquire enough members, we can work on projects, and if anyone has any ideas, tell me, and we can work it out. Restarted the thread. ~Archimage A

Thanks a lot! While on the subject of coming back to it...I am too! tonight I will have a new chapter for you all to enjoy! Chapter 4! WOOT!

I was making Dracula like some teenager, so thats why he's not that cool...

My opinion, is that killing hordes of Locusts is always fun

A wild guess...probably wrong...either doom or... looks like something from WWII...I would've said wolfenstein, but it had no swirly things from what I remember...

Chapter 3: Battle in the Forest _____________________________ James lay on a bed inside of the village in. How the place had the money to run James could not figure out. He had been thinking on the bed for hours. Dracula, wolves, zombies. Everything was out of place. Never had he seen such a motley crew of companions. James eventually noticed it was nightfall and took a cold shower. He then pulled on a button down shirt, a pair of khakis, and a leather duster that liked to flow behind him dramatically. He basically wore the same thing as Dracula did the other night. Except that the white button down was left unbuttoned, and a large bloodstain was exposed to everyone on the shirt. In the battle against Satan, James had managed to bring him down. But, as he was about to bring his sword down on Satan's head, Valkyrie showed up and saved Satan. The woman then teleported James back to Earth. Satan's blood would not come out. It was good though, it allowed James to reflect, to remember that he had done the impossible, that he had power. James got his weapons together, pulled a cross from the wall of the room, and left. The forest was darker than the village. Everything seemed dead. The moon shone down on James back, bringing a little light to the otherwise dark scene. After an hour of walking, James heard a trickle. Water... He walked toward the sound and found a stream. He sniffed the water. It was normal. He took a sip, and then began to gulp it down. He came up for air, and then dipped his head back in. He was thirsty...for some reason... The moon was showing James reflection in the water. There was blood cascading down James face... James passed out, into the water... James followed a dirt trail leading through the forest. When he heard a splash, he ran to it. He found a stream, and a dead body. He rolled it over, out of the stream, and saw his face. And on the impostor's face, written in blood, it said: "Follow the trail to hell." James got back up and ran back to the trail. He followed it until he entered a clearing. There was a wolf in the middle of the clearing. It's yellow eyes stared at James with a mix of emotions. The one James saw most was of want for death. That when four more wolves appeared. Dracula had even warned James. It was a full moon... Werewolves. One ran at James, and knocked him off of his feet. It then tried to tear into James neck. James it off of him and pulled his sword out, decapitating the beast. Two more came at him. James kicked one out of the way, and side-stepped the others jump, swiftly decapitating it. The one on the ground got back up and ran at James, this time faking a jump, and instead rushing and biting into James leg. James screamed, but kicked the thing again, square in the nose, smashing its face in. Blood poured from James wound. James had no time to work on it, because the other two wolves turned into humans. With a fine shape. And a large chest... Beautiful women stood before James. They were seductive, exactly the look they wanted. James watched as they walked over to him. They wore skimpy dresses, and high heels. James was kind of drooling...not really... They got on him and began to kiss him... That's when their lips turned into muzzles, and their teeth into fangs. James rolled backwards, hitting his bad leg. "MOTHER..." The wolves were now leaping towards him. James threw his sword to the side, and pulled his guns from their holsters. "Eat lead..." James shot them in mid leap. They both took five shots, each one propelling them further in the air. They then fell and died. James got up and dusted himself off, wiping some blood from the side of his mouth. He then heard clapping. "Good show. Nearly got you didn't they?" Dracula appeared in the same garments as the other night. He now bore a sword. "Ready?" Dracula tensed, shifting his feet into a fighting stance. "God, give a guy a break?" James looked at his bloody leg. "Aw, baby got a boo boo?" Dracula laughed and ran at James. James sword was on the ground ten feet away. James shot at Dracula, but the vampire deflected the bullets, and then came right in front of James. James lifted the cross from his pocket, and shoved it into Dracula's face. "WHERE'D YOU GET THAT?" Asked Dracula. "Had one of the local merchants make one." James threw it between them and grabbed his sword. He then holstered his guns and got into a stance, despite the pain of his leg. "DIE DRACULA!" James kicked the cross closer and prepared to decapitate Dracula, but the vampire laughed and kicked out at James. James fell to the ground. "Die yourself!" Dracula plunged downwards. James rolled away, and got back up. Suddenly, a carriage could be heard. A horse drawn carriage pulled up beside James. The horses were black, and the man steering them was a bulky man, with only one eye. "Good bye James, I have other matters. Too bad I could not kill you tonight..." James laughed and jumped on top of the carriage. He then shot one of the horses in its butt. The monster reared up and ran. Dracula jumped on and James kicked him off. "Bastard..." James muttered. The large man looked up at James and suddenly, James could not move. That one eye was made of stone. It had froze James... And Dracula now was on top of the carriage again. "DIE HUNTER!" Dracula swiped. James suddenly fell in a heap. Dracula's swing missed, and James noticed the man had looked away. He was blind, could not tell what was going on... WHAT? Then why was he steering the carriage? James quit asking questions. He noticed a hole coming up. It was to a sewer, they were close to the village now. James rolled to the edge of the carriage, and then said: "Let me fight you when I'm not already torn up by your minions coward!" Dracula roared, and James rolled into the hole, and splashed into the nasty sewer water. TBC

new chapter up tonight.

Welcome to the TIF rants section...we are not the RSOF, so sorry you don't get an army of noobs to protect you from legitimate and more thought out posts...

Eatrunearrow is better than watching jeff dunham... Anywho...since you know soooooo much about business (He knows so much! He must have a PHD!) Everyone else has hit the nail into your head, so no need to restate since you don't like to read peoples responses after getting bashed on too much... Oh...and the getting a job part is funny...please come back and tell us when you get a job in another 8 years how much you know... Why you post rants when on everyone you get bashed is beyond me...

Um...Sonic 2?

Almost done with Act 1...I like it...pretty fun.

Be nice. This isn't very good critiquing...Not at all. It's...A start. Needs rhyming, more coherence, perhaps some more emotion and a good meaning behind it? Again, it's a start. Nice attempt. my critiquing is better than the poem. Your critiquing is crap nothing but that be nice, he's new by the way, I've never seen you write a better poem and then we will see who will be laughing, you or me? Wow...that was written in less than a minute!

Its still not too good, though a step up from the previous version...

Yeah, Shadowthehedgehog573

Chapter 2: Answers in the village _______________________________ James sat at a small wooden table, eating the large hunk of meat before him. A glass of water stood beside the meat, and was the only enjoyable part of the meal even though the water was probably tainted by the piss of the local children. Across from him, a young black male sat, eating his piece of meat ravenously. "So, why was the monastery never used?" James asked. The man wiped his lips and eyed James nervously. "We are not christian at all. One of our leaders changed the religion to praise a new lord." "What is his name?" James asked, taking a sip of water. "Dracula." The man replied. Jame's mouth gaped open. Dracula? The last pure blood vampire alive? "Who changed the religion? Why'd you go along with it?" James was going into hostile territory. Someone was probably watching them. There always was. If the wrong people or things were, it could get nastier than it already was. "A man by the name of Leone did. He was the mayor, and declared that modern science had completely decimated the christian religion. It was impossible. So he instead brought forth a religion involving Dracula, who was a real person, who brought the great war of the demons, in which the first humans were made." True story, though a couple things were wrong. Dracula started a war between two factions of humans, oddly enough Christians and his followers, which resulted in the birth of the first demon, Satan. After Satan, there came Valkyrie, and after her, more came, each less powerful, and each different. "So, this was enough to change your religion?" James asked. "Yes. He was a man of great influence. Such knowledge of science! We knew nothing, we are but a small village in the middle of nowhere! Leone was an amazing man, and after he changed religions, the monastery was used no more. It was used for one month, and then the whole thing was never used until a man was sacrificed on the altar in there." "Why?" "I really have no idea." "What if I told you your religion was bringing demons here? What if I told you the destruction of the monastery was because a demon was holding it up? What if I told you that that demon was actually the man sacrificed there? What if I said one of Dracula's men killed him because he was not in your religion? What if I told you a monster, able to bring demons to nonbelievers, lies beneath that hill?" "I'd tell you your crazy." "Thanks for the water..." James got up from the table. "What about the meat?" "Your pretty skinny. Eat some more." James left the house. James stood in front of a store. Blood was blotched across the sign hanging above the door inside. James opened the door, but the handle pulled off in his grip. James threw the handle aside and kicked open the door. It fell off of its hinges and onto the dirty floor. The lanterns were unlit, and the only things James could see were only visible because of the thin strip of moonlight falling between the cracks of the ceiling. That's all the light he needed. A couple zombies stood in the moonlight, and were eating the shopkeepers skin. Blood stained the shopkeepers white apron. One of the zombies looked up at James, and signaled the others. James pulled two guns from his hip holsters and shot all of them in two seconds. Each shot blew through their heads, and James heard the satisfying POW and watched the pinkish brain fly. So, what the hell was going on? James walked the village streets for a while, looking for a sign of something wrong. Nothing for a half an hour, but then, all hell broke loose. A man in a large black duster and tattered khakis stood in the middle of the villages square. He was tall, had white hair, and long fangs. He wore no shirt, so his masculine body was there for the world to see. Dracula. "Very nice to meet you Mr. James. Why are you here? Your a devil hunter. Mind your devils, and leave the vampires be." "Mr. Dracula...sorry to rain on your parade, but you are basically a devil..." "Are you a vampire hunter?" "No, but I sure as hell can be one while your right here." The vampire laughed. "I would advise against that. Severely. I have not fought anyone or anything since my birthday last week, and feel ready to kill you. I am sure Satan would like to see you again..." "Good, I'm also sure a lot of people would rest in peace if you were dead." "You could not kill me..." "We'll see..." Dracula threw a card at James. James took it. Tomorrow night. Midnight. The forest. The wolves will be howling for blood. ~Dracula "Please enjoy your last day on Earth..." Dracula left with a wave. "Girly dirt bag..." James threw the card into a nearby fountain and found the inn. "So, Dracula sent zombies after me? What an insult..." TBC

anyone out there???