Harakiri

^^^ Thank you so much sir I wrote it in two minutes Really is easy...

New chapter tonight...

your poems alright not the best haiku ever seen if you can try again?

It was not very good... First of all, a bit of editing goes a long way... Also, its something that sounds like it was made up on the fly...it makes no sense, conveys no general meaning, jumps all over the place, and is something a fourth grader writes for a writing project. Nice attempt anyways...

Part 1: Journey to the Castle Chapter 1: Deadly Prayers __________________________ The monastery was built on a hill outside of the village. It was small looking, though once you walked through the wooden doors of the building, you saw that it was quite larger. It was like an arena. There was a walkway around the perimeter of the building that gave access to a raised platform, where an altar lie and a cross stood. Below were rows of pews, accessible only by going down some stairs. A piano was beneath the platform up front. It was built into the hill, an amazing feat for such primitive people. No one used it anymore though, because none of the villagers followed Christianity. Four years of hard work for nothing but an beat up old monastery. James stood in front of the monastery's altar. The altar was stained with now dry blood. Not ever a good sign. Lanterns hung by chains on the ceiling were waving back and forth though no draft came through the building. The flames in the lamps had not died for a hundred years. There was something happening in this building... "Praying to...whats that man called? Oh yes, Jesus?" The voice came from the door to the monastery. Devon. This idiot had been following James for years. James was a devil hunter. In the business for four years, the best at what he did. One time he took on Satan, that's how good he was. He began to get wrapped in himself, then remembered he had a duty. He refocused on what was happening in the monastery. "Devon, get out. Quit following me." "But I want to be a hunter!" This man was pathetic. He could never be a devil hunter, he did not have the skill. Devon was twenty and continued to follow this dream like demons seemed to follow James. "Go away, you aren't cut out for this job." "I'm in great physical condition!" "But you are not powerful. Your not in good psychological condition!" "How?" "Because your crazy enough to follow me around!" "Just let me help you!" "You are twenty years old. Act your age! Go back to your village and get away from me!" "My parents died because of demons!" "So have a lot of peoples, live with it!" Devon stomped off like a child. James would pay for him to go to a hospital if Devon were not so stubborn. Devon was twelve when his parents died, and ever since, he has been stuck in the past, stricken beyond anyone James had ever met. He needed to go though. He needed to get out of that moment when his parents died, and face the fact that he was twenty, and in danger. Everyone James knew had died by demons except for Devon. It had to happen though... Devon was odd in so many different ways. Every time he showed up, he would say something intelligible before breaking down. There was someone older in Devon, the younger Devon though was overpowering him. Confused? Demon Hunting typically was. James quit staring at the closed doors of the monastery, broke his thought stream, and began rubbing the top of the altar. The blood on it chipped off. It was flaky. It also seemed to move... Suddenly, it liquidized. It poured over the altar and onto the platform. It seeped between wood and fell onto the piano. "Oh crap!" The platform fell forward and smashed into the pews. The cross fell as well, and snapped into pieces. The piano stood there still. The blood was soaked across it like an even coat of paint. The piano started to play a tune by itself. It was sort of eerie, and James recognized it... The anthem to the king of demons. The anthem of Satan. Not good. James pulled a gun from one of the holsters at his hip. He shot the piano five times. Blood spewed with each impact to the piano's top. The piano toppled over and the blood pulled off of it like a blanket.The blood then formed into a villager, a normal looking man, though he had stabs in his stomach. Transformational zombie. Not common, but not high on the demon food chain... "Transformational Zombie: Can turn into a zombie without a body. By using blood and dead skin cells from a live humans, it is able to slowly morph into a zombie."-Demon Hunters Handbook, Chapter 4 Definition 5 James holstered his gun, and drew his large sword from the scabbard on his back. He then ran at the zombie, about to cut it in half. It moved too fast, and avoided the blow. Suddenly, James noticed it at one of the pews, praying, its mouth moving up and down in odd motions, dropping its jaw (quite literally), and then smashing its remaining teeth together. A prayer to the demons. God these guys were persistent. James came at the zombie, and decapitated it. Blood flew in the air, and the head rolled across the floor, stopping at part of the cross. There was then shaking, as if an earthquake were taking place. A portal was opened, and it opened directly above James. Demons fell around him. The demons were large, red, muscular beasts. Must have been eight foot tall, and 1500 pounds. They had no weapons, other than their huge muscles. James rolled under one of the demons blows and cut its arm off in a quick swipe. He then proceeded to kill the rest of them with quick amputations and decapitations. When nothing in the monastery moved but the blood of the demons, and the swinging lanterns, James sheathed his weapon. He then left the godforsaken place. As the door closed, the lights in the lanterns went out. Then, the monastery collapsed into itself. James watched and laughed. Wood heaped as high as the eye could see, and a bit of blood started to cascade down the hill. Then, the hill shook a bit. So it was true. There was a demon sleeping beneath the hill. The monastery must have penetrated it. James did not know why a demon sleep beneath the hill, but he did know he had quite a few questions to ask the villagers... TBC I am back for now...Drama has murdered me, and my dad will apparently never fix my computer so its fun with Dads computer... This is based off of Japanese horror. Devil may Cry, Vampire Hunter D, and Resident Evil, and castlevania inspired me to write this. YAY!

Dude...major bump!

Its been a week since I saw it, and I thought it was good, but not by Bond stantards... James Bourne: QOS is what it should of been called. It looked too much like Bourne, which took away from the Bond flair... I think a lot of people have hit it on the head...this movie was good, just not James Bond...

Chapter 1: Before the fight. People crowded into Varrock's city walls. The guards had a horrible time going through everyones bags, searching for weapons. Some people got through with weapons, but were quickly taken down by one of the most brutal guards in the land. The castle was getting too crowded. People were pushing and shoving to get in, and fights were taking place. Many people were getting kicked out of the castles gates because of the fighting. Otherwise, the tourists and townspeople alike were getting seats around the raised, circular arena. Some of the more important townspeople sat on balconies overlooking the arena, while others still sat at the top of the castle. On the castle walls, sat the VIP's, the king, heroes guild members, and other people who had helped put this show on. Inside of the castle, the kitchen was full of activity. The chefs were throwing food together for the fighters. They tried to make the best food they possibly could, because the king was paying them extra for this. "Some of these people may never have a meal again." He had said. It was kind of twisted what was going on. To attract tourists, have people kill each other? The chefs shrugged it off. It was the kings decision and he controlled what did and did not happen. The participants of the fight sat at a long marble table in the dining room where just three months ago, the king had signed a paper to let this event take place. Bowls of soup were laying on the table before each person, and most of the people took a spoonful and then returned to intimidating the other participants. Many of the fighters were being kicked out for starting fights. Blood was already running like a river, even though the tournament had not even started. Tension boiled as a chef walked out, carrying plates of some kind of high quality meat. Snake sat at the far end of the table, watching everyone carefully, with hawk-like eyes. Some of these people were more suspicious looking than others. Some were cheerful and toasting each other as they drank little sips of wine. Others were talking about the tourists. Still others were getting into fights. Snake seemed to be the only one minding his own business. He ate his food slowly, continuing to watch the participants. They all looked puny compared to him. After the meal was finished, plates were wisked away, and all of the participants were sent into the entryway of the castle where conversations erupted. Snake was annoyed to death of the talking, and was pleased to hear trumpets five minutes later, signalling that the king was preparing to speak. The door to the castle was opened by two guards, and the participants were lined up on the stairs, facing the ring, and the king on the castle wall. The king pulled a dagger from his coat, and then cut a scroll open, and hanged it up for the people to see. The first round matches were written out in red ink. It was lovely handwriting, and the red only made Snake think of teh blood about to be spilled here. He knew something bad was going to happen. There was no doubt in his mind. These kind of gatherings of people usually meant that some creepy monster was going to come from the nether regions or a horde of giant mutated turtles would attack. He hoped he was wrong. The participants began more conversations. The king waved his hand for silence though. "There are some three way matches. While many may think these are not fair, they were the only way to let everyone into the action who signed up. You cannot try to change matches, for these are set in a stone that cannot be chiseled. Street fights may occur during this tournament, in that case, the participants who were involved will be leaving our tournament." The king waved his arm. "It is time for our opening match! Pker please step up." A man in the robes of a monk walked into the arena. Applause errupted and the king once again raised his hand. Silence came at once. "AJ, please step inside and prepare for fighting." This fighter had a large shield and an ax. "The rules for this tournament are simple. No prayer. No healing techniques. Leave the arena, and you lose. This is a fight to the death, though you can let your opponet live. Those are some simple rules, so I will not keep you waiting any longer. FIGHT!" The king waved his arm.

My somewhat famous (at least on this forum and on Dev Art) story about Snake and Noob, the fighting tournament, and a necromancer. Now, rewritten for added versatility and action! New added chapters! New action! More clear story! Chapter 0: The tournament "So, as you can see King, the tournament will bring in so much tourism, people everywhere will come to enjoy this tournament." A man in white armor said, standing over a piece of paper with small wording. The king rubbed his chin, contemplating. "And the deaths this tournament will cause?" "The people who enter must know that they are facing death or serious injury." The knight said, sitting in one of the hard wooden chairs in the castle dining room. He set the paper down. "What else is going to happen?" "There will be challenges. First of all, you must remember the shades, they are everywhere. bonfires will have to be made all around Varrock since this tournament will take place at night. Not inside, but outside of the castle, though within the walls." The king took up his quill pen. "I would like more tourism in Varrock. But you must promise that this will not bring terrible evil upon the city." "I swear on my status in the heroes guild. I will make sure that nothing bad happens." The king signed the paper. "This better be one great tournament. It better help Varrock, not destroy it, and if something bad happens, your head will be on display in this dining room." "Yes king." The man in armor got up and pushed in his chair, putting the paper in his small backpack. He then bowed to the king. The king nodded and the knight left. What bad could happen? The fliers were posted across the land. Word got out quick, and, after two months, tourism to Varrock began to pick up. The fight tournament was coming. Fights to the death. Brutal fighting that could only come from the twisted people at the heroes guild. The king could not wait for the tournament. One day before, the people who were going to fight showed up and signed in. The hero guild members set up the arena in front of the castle. And then, the day of the festivities began....

I know....just trying to build character...since most people do not know the characters as much as I do...since I have written forty thousand short stories on them... This is the rough draft for a Young Authors story for school... I am writing a more mature one for...maturer people...

Chapter 2: The house The "house" was a small rundown apartment complex just inside of a set of mountains. A beat up Ferari sat outside, dirt splattered against its red paint. The jeep stopped outside, and the army guys got out. Nathan got out, and saw that two little kids were playing with a red ball outside. They were not too scared of the men with guns, and only slightly looked at them, before continuing their passes. Zach walked over to them, and ruffled their hair. "Great kids. This is Jackie, and this is Emily." Zach pointed to each in turn. They both said hello before playing some more. "Trained them like dogs. Usually, kids fret when there are guns about." "Remember where we are, and also, these kids were trained by me. They're my cover story." Nathan laughed. "An American hanging around in a small village, with some kids. Great cover." "Goes deeper than that. First of all, I am going to be painted up like a native tonight, and I know the language somewhat. Enough to get by. This is going to be easy. We can take on a whole set on Special Ops." "And an assassin." "The assassin is dead the next time he shows up. Your good at killing assassins Zach." "Not really, the bit with the cargo freighter, I seriously screwed up." "But you killed him." "And also ended up in a coma for four months." "Well, this time, you won't be anywhere near an anchor." "Don't say the "A" word. Everytime anyone says that, I get a headache." "So, the presidents dead?" "Nice change of subject..." "Really, I heard he was, and that this organization did it." "Well, we're going to get them all." Zach laughed softly. "I just got this feeling that Bin Laden is hiding with them..." Nathan laughed too. "Probably not. Still hiding in a cave..." Zach just smirked and walked into the apartment building. It was more of a mansion. It was divided into two different houses, but they were connected way to closely. "Welcome to my humble abode." Zach said, arms spread. "Quit playing around, wheres the real stuff?" Zach exhaled loudly. "Always want the real stuff..." Zach walked Nathan into a large room. A dining room. He then pulled a panel off of the long table. He pressed a button on it, and the wall slid open, revealing a staircase. "So your the Batman?" Nathan asked. "And your Robin." Zach laughed. It was always funny. The brothers were always joking on the battlefield, but during battle, they were more serious... Zach and Nathan went down the stairs...

FFFFFFFFFFFFF I still cant get this bastarding torrent for ep24 to start up. 1172 seeds and its crawling at barely 10kb/s. Christ. Wow...thats actually pretty funny...

Hopefully Unknow Ninja bud god knows what'll happen...

Whats up with the sarcastic eyes???

I wanted to play RS as Ratchet, but there were 572 people before me with that name... Funny how I have never encountered one Ratchet other than myself in almost four years of playing...

You lot get everything first, we deserve a turn! :mrgreen: You get all the stuff I like first...Wheres mai Gordon Ramsey and Doctor Who? BBC America is a joke...

I did. There was a few others in the cinema who did likewise. I admittedly looked more like a character from Men in Black than James bond though. TIF Moderator Ragen spotted at Quantum of Solace premiere I lol'd at that. But really, why in a suit? Did you go straight from work? To emulate Bond. #-o I would've gone in a white suit though.Look like 47 in Blood Money,all dead like. Mod Ragen spotted outside of the theater. Sorry, just could not help it! No offense Ragen!

One of the reasons the producers are giving for the movie first of all being so short, and second of all, not being as good is because of the Writers Strike last year. The script was pretty weak since the writers were not writing it for long enough a period. Deadlines suck... I just think that one of the reasons this movie is not going to be as good is because it is hard to top a movie as good as Casino Royale. While many might disagree on me when it comes to sequels not being as good as the original, I personally think that having to live up to the rep of Casino Royale probably messed with them a bit. Many people have waited for this movie (myself included...god its going to be a long two weeks of waiting...). I myself am 14 and have been a Bond fan forever just because I grew up with my grandparents for a while, and my grandpa loved the movies. I caught on, and I love the character, and it was not till I read the books that I saw that the movies were really pushing it usually. Casino Royale was awesome, just because I was one of the younger kids the movie was aimed at. God this movie better be good... Also, the Bourne action was meant to be like, over the top fighting...hopefully not the camera though...that was the only part I hated of those movies (plus, stunt coordinator for Quantum of Solace was the same for Bourne). Why do the English get the movie sooner? I mean, yes the movies English, but there are lots of people waiting for it in the states!

Its coming to America in about 2 weeks, I do not know when the European opening is, but anywho...this thread is for speculation, and anyone whos seen it can tell us how good/bad it was. So far it looks neat, but some people say the action looks too much like its from a Bourne movie...

you wanted someone to post...here you go... There is a smiley in your writing posts...thats a no no.... And anyways, its average fare...all right, but not positively brilliant...

A joint effort between me and a Dev Art friend, we are working toward and exciting vampire story! Chapter 1: The men and women in the room were a rowdy bunch. There were chairs and tables overturned everywhere. One man stood atop one of these tables screaming at the top of his lungs. He was mid-twenties, and pretty handsome with dark hair, dark eyes. A woman was at his side, also mid-twenties, blonde, and with quite a large chest. The men started to gawk at her instead of the yelling man, and the women began to gawk at him. "Come on, do we always have to fight? The red council and white council should be nice...come on..." "Pick a side [wagon]!" Yelled one man in the back, throwing a glass mug. The young man caught it and threw it back. The man screamed in agony, and fell to the floor of the bar. "Yo man, what the hell?" More fighting began to take place, this time, fangs began to spring from peoples mouths. "STOP!" Yelled the young man. Nobody listened. The young man motioned the woman, and then pointed at the back door. She nodded. They walked outside onto a large parking lot with minimal lighting. A nasty smell was present, soaking into the nostrils of the two young people. "Can't even go to a meeting between the councils without a war taking place...christ..." The woman laughed. She hugged the man a while before letting him go. "We can stop this. You remember what the Black Council said?" "Screw them. The old Vampire hags know nothing of the future. There is no way to unite the two councils." "But, there could be. Those two bosses think they are such hardas..." The man cut her off. "I know. But its more complex than that. The Nether is getting more and more dark. Those monsters the wizards sealed up there years ago are escaping. Wizards are now finding these monsters, and of course, the wizards are watching us further. They suspect us..." "Its just too complex..." "I know." FROM: HISTORY OF THE RED AND WHITE COUNCIL White Council: Formed thousands of years ago to use their vampire powers for the greater good. Helped establish midevil Europe, and were hailed as knights because of their great powers. Red Council: Formed one hundred years later, these vampires opposed helping humans, but instead guiding them. They did not consider this help, they just considered it advice, which, by most peoples definition, is help. Coming Together: The councils have fought many times, but also have tried to come together on a number of subjects, but, most of the times, this leads to more fighting. Wars have happened between them, assassinations have taken place. More often than not, these two factions, basically on the same spectrum, are fighting for nothing more than because they like the others blood. Vampires: Drink blood for nourishment. Contrary to popular belief, they do not turn into bats, and nowadays, most are not pure blood. Many vampires have made children with humans, which leads to these children having to learn to control the unquenchable blood thirst that comes at night. Some control it well, while with others the vampiric nature controls them. Nether: The name of the region where all otherwordly being reside. In 1600 a wall was put up to keep the monsters from the real world. Wizards put it up, but never put vampires behind it, knowing they were already part of society. Wizards: Ruthless being of extreme importance, these are the most powerful otherwordly beings. They fit in anywhere, which makes them effective spies. Nate told Mary to leave. He was going to wait for someone to show up. He handed her money for a cab, and waited in silence as his friend showed up. Jake had been his friend since fifth grade, and now they survived together. Jakes hair was a mess today, and a bit of blood trickled from his lip. "Man, they mean it tonight." He said, licking the blood. He had come from the bars exit and looked like he had gotten quite a beat down. "Yeah. Can't be a half blood anymore can you?" "Full bloods may be more powerful, but they are dwindling. There are only fifty or so left, all the rest are halfs." "I know." "What'cha say about half bloods?" Jake and Nate turned around to see two men in leather jackets. Their fangs jutted out and they held daggers. "You guys need to screw off!" Jake said, waving his arm. "We need your blood." One of the men threw themselves at Jake. Nate lashed out at him, and caught him in the neck. The coughed up blood and fell to the ground. Nates fangs began to jut out. The other man ran and swiped at Nate. Nate ducked and swept his feet from him. The man on the ground began to get up. Nate laughed. He pulled a crucifix from his jacket pocket and stabbed it into the mans neck. "DIE!" Nate yelled. The vampire blew into a burst of blood. It did not splash onto anyone, and did not hit anything, it just seemed to disappear when it hit anything. The other man ran. "I'll see you later, and next time, your dead half breeds!" He ran into the darkness of the night. Nate helped Jake up. "Lets go to your house Jake...clean up these wounds." Nates fangs pulled back into his mouth. "Fine...got some money for a cab?" Crap. "I gave it to Mary." "Good ol' Nate, giving all his money to the girls..." "Come on, lets walk..." "What? Thats a long walk!" "Oh well..." "It'll be dangerous!" "Not as bad as staying here...come on...I'll do what I can to your wounds on the way..." Mary's cab driver was a little deranged...not good since Nate was not there.......

Welcome to the Library, I am the supreme Librarian and your guide, Ratchet...please bathe in the glory that is...me! Its all right, nothing too special.

Cool...can you post a link?

too funny...

What a load of fail... Otherwise, great account for F2P, but you still fail... 10/10