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Lol my friend once made an account named Molester(d) .. It turned out looking like Molester D, but anyway.. He ran around RS all of one day (before Report Abuse) shouting "Molest me!".. (Sorry mods if this is not appropriate) He did that several times.. Over a period of 3 months or so.. Lol.. Finally, by accident, he started shouting that in front of Sirmodbernard or whatever.. Who was messing with the Gypsy in Varrock, and then FINALLY! FINALLY! he got banned. It was pretty funny though, dare I say it. :wink: Basically, the name wasn't offensive so much as what he said.. So I'm not sure it really matters.. There was this level 52 firemaking the other day in Draynor, whose name was "Tucking Fypo". :? EDIT: Is it okay to put that name up? After all.. The account is banned and my friend quit playing.. and the story isn't the story without the name. Lol :P. .. And what about our friend Tucking Fypo? Probably not. I know this is basically civil disobedience or something.. but the story isn't the story without the names!

Lol :lol:, for some reason I started listing drugs in my head *looks this way and that innocently* :lol: Anyway, :P, I've also been to the CN tower, I was in the WTC *tear*, and I've been on the roof of the Sears Tower in Chicago.. As for mountains, Mount Rainier (sp?) is the highest in the U.S. I've been..

I'm not sure the forums display any images unless you have a .jpg, .png, .bmp (etc..) extension at the end of the URL. Not sure.. This might not be true, but it's just an idea..

Lol Armaneth it's not a problem for me. I'm trying to build Alduineth's history and whatnot. My next post will be about Alduineth regaining his "Lordship" :wink: and all.. You remember my description right? About how he was outcast and used to be a legend and everything? Yah the dwarves will sort of clear that up, search through his past and make him confront himself.. Type of thing. To the rest of you: Sorry that I'm sort of running my own sub-plot along the side. :oops: Just that I designed the character to be a troubled person.. Trying to get through that and then I'll *actually* join in :P. ---------------------- Thunder: Here's a sort of list of what's going on... ACTIVE PARTICIPANTS: - Dumah and Craven Image are in the Wilderness, rapidly marching south. (They know each other) - Aleksandar and Aming are in Draynor Village, and they know each other. - Dremmol is in traveling the land in search of the one who is greater than Zamorak.. (She's like a Dark Wizard) [Has not met anyone] - Armaneth is in Draynor, and has met Aming, but doesn't really know her. - Alduineth is in Draynor as well, and has not met anybody.. - Lucien Kaine is in Port Sarim [this is darkrick's character], searching for Aming. K that's it for the people who have posted and stuff until now.. INACTIVE PARTICIPANTS... (These are people who said they wanted to do it, and some made character profiles, others didn't, but in either case they MAY OR MAY NOT post in the future). - Raiyax [Miner_69r = username of poster] - Astralinre [this is the username of the poster -- has not yet made a bio] - Dante Rose [Danabis] - Hujiko [Dios_Oscuro] and finally....... DECEASED/WITHDRAWN PARTICIPANTS... - Mohammad Kabir [Cloaked_Shadow] TOWN/VILLAGE STATUS... (Of the places that have been mentioned and written about extensively thus far) - Falador: Utterly destroyed - Draynor Village: Current center stage of the Legend, developing in to a great city like Falador was. - Port Sarim :?: : I'm not sure anyone really knows what is going on here, some people have said it was burned to the ground when the Black Knights used ships to bring in soldiers, and some talk of it as though it's still there.. Status unconfirmed. Just don't write anything about it :P That concludes this update :P. Hope it helps you out..

And though I'm not Christian myself, I support this. I personally believe it is not the mother's choice to end the child's life, HOWEVER, if the child was conceived by rape, I think that abortion is an acceptable measure. Generally, my stand is if you're going to go off and have sex every ten seconds with a new guy and expect not to get pregnant, you deserve to have to raise that baby.

Mmmm... No offense, but I think that you went too standard. You can make that "lightning-cloud" effect in like 20 seconds with Photoshop. All you did (or so it seems) was made that, and then wrapped it around a sphere. I'd hate to rate it, because that would be even more offensive.. But I really don't mean to hurt your feelings, I just wanted to tell you.. SORRY!

The previous day's battle had gone unbelievably well so far. It had taken only two hundred seventy five of Alduineth's men to defeat two hundred Black Knights. Under the circumstances, Alduineth was quite surprised, and more than pleased. Luck seemed to be on Alduineth's side; this morning he had heard that King Roald had finally assembled a five thousand-strong force, and was marching it towards Draynor Village. There had also been a rumor that the dwarves were bringing a force of more than ten thousand, fully armed and trained, to the aid of Draynor. In the short time Alduineth had stayed, there had been remarkable change in Draynor Village. A full-fledged stone wall, nearly twenty feet tall, had been built around the main camp and several small ones, too. Three barracks had been built, hastily, but with craftsmanship that showed the talent of the masons who had been brought in. Several watch towers guarded the western front, and a total of two hundred guards were on duty. A formal military academy had been built, and a group of Asgarnia-Misthalin War veterans taught the class. Primary instruction was in archery, secondary in swordsmanship. Alduineth had even volunteered to teach several times. He was not sure what had come over him, but Alduineth felt himself growing.. warm.. to his surroundings. He was beginning to feel like a real person again, someone who was just like other people. Slowly, he knew, his wall of isolation was melting away. He had smiled more in the last fortnight than he had in five years. And the children... Alduineth had always loved children, but after his wife's death, he had not cared for them anymore than he would a middle-aged shopkeeper. But now he loved them all. He laughed and played with the children whenever he had free time from planning strategies, and had taken a fondness to partaking in their games. Yet even with all of this happening, Alduineth was always thinking about the battles. There had been many, twelve in the last three weeks, and each time more and more Black Knights had come. Though casualties were high in the first few battles, the soldiers were picking up fast, and spent most of their free time practicing whatever combat skills they could. Alduineth had taken up instructing classes everyday at sunset, unless of course there was a battle that day. What worried him, however, was how hard all of the soldiers were working. Of course, it was a good thing for so many of the soldiers to have this kind of determination, but sooner or later they would all collapse from exhaustion. For now, though, they were becoming better each day by leaps and bounds. As Alduineth approached the campfires where the women were dispensing tonight's dinner, Alshash, one of Alduineth's battalion commanders, came running up to him. "Captain Alduineth! Captain Alduineth!" he shouted breathlessly, "the dwarves have arrived! Even more than expected, fourteen thousand of them!" Alshash clutched his knees and caught his breath, then continued, "They wish to speak to a Lord Amalien, and I thought you might know who he was?" Alduineth nearly fell over from shock, as Alshash eyed him curiously. "I will go and speak to them," Alduineth mumbled numbly. Alshash gave a perfect salute and then ran off to eat with the other battalion commanders. Alduineth took a few moments to gather himself, before heading off toward the main gate. Men to his right were busily clearing land to build a new residential complex. Homes. Families. Lord Amalien, Alduineth thought to himself. How long had it been since he had heard that name? He hadn't heard that name since he had been thrown out of his House.. seven years ago. Amalien Sivtril, man of legends, slayer of demons. Mysteriously disappeared, all of a sudden, gone. The people had wondered for a few months, no more. Then they had forgotten the man who they had said would become the next King Arthur. As Alduineth approached the dwarves, he saw a square, gray-haired face he recognized: Balwin Axebreaker, Head of the Council of Elders. Balwin spoke first. "Lord Amalien Alduineth Sivtril. Your presence honors us." ------------------- EDIT: a fortnight is 14 days.

And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling... and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot More often than not Hell became too hot and became a dot and now a knot that won't be untied From my heart comes The secret I lied That my aunt died I will not hide my brain is fried don't stop with this oops I gotta p*ss I want to kiss The person I miss I know it's his Her name is liz Because she is bliss Loving someone feels nice Just roll the dice Get on with life Search for a wife Hopelessly drowned in strife Choking on a knife His scourging was rife By taking a life Oh no, what has he done? Swallowed a caramel bun With rays like sun The journey has begun! The days go bye Please do not cry Live with the lie Turn a blind eye The question is: why did jimi hendrix die? Or was it fake I'll bake him cake Near the mystical lake I'll cake him bake Jimi's with Elvis now, I just wonder how Campbell's goal was disallowed and beckham was fouled. because of Colin Powel and his muscular bowels from the inside howls I hear some owls something rhymes with fowls and all the cows quagmire, thrice, grape, spouse I built a house Made o' 50 trouts I think they smell around the stone well Life is a hell ring like a bell ding like a shell I heard you yell god, what's that smell? is it the rot or maybe some snot i ate cooked lobs their names were bob they had no knob until a big blob drove on a hob while havin' a sob I felt pretty bad but still pretty mad the secret I had made dave real sad because of that ad Hello there, nice lad Have you seen my dad? No, but congrats, grad!

I understand that, but I'm not saying so much as judging by skill total rather than combat as I'm saying do we think more lowly of people with lower combat? Do we respect them less because of that? I just wonder if we think of a person as less of a .. person if they have a lower combat level.. Given, most noobs are irritating beyond belief these days, begging for everything and working for nothing. BUT! Is it because of these level 7's who are ruining our days that we hate anyone of a lesser level? Automatically consider them dumber? I think a large part of the problem is that most of the level 7's who are begging a lot and telling you to "suck it" after you don't give them items are 7 year old little boys. :?

Ever since I started back in Nov. 2001, I've noticed that people always judge you by your combat level. Back then, you couldn't see a person's combat level, so everyone would lie and say they were 70 combat, and the only way to tell if they were telling the truth would be the hiscores. Back then the hiscores only showed the top 2,500 players in any one skill. Yeah.. Not that I'm trying to give a history lesson or something lol. :P Okay, so basically my question is -- Do we judge people too much by their combat level? We'll call someone a n00b if they're level 3 combat. I see level 3 combats in the Mining Guild all the time. Most of them are rune miners, but people still call them n00bs. Why? What's so important about combat that we call someone a n00b without ever taking the time to see how much experience they have with the game and how good their other stats are? Sure, combat is good for fighting and killing things, but there's a lot more to RuneScape than that. Okay, a lot of quests require a high combat level, but a lot of quests don't either. And a lot of quests require high level skills. Skills make your money too. You can get quite a bit of money from combat too, if you have 99 strength :wink:, so why do we say combat defines how n00bly or not-n00bly a person is? (sorry.. sort of repeated the same thing over and over :lol:)

Okay, don't like to flame but a couple of suggestions: 1) I agree, menu to the left side is good 2) The text on the menu is off (it's not all the same).. Is that because you screenied it? 3) The image at the top left is too standard lol. I guess it's like your logo or something, but that image is on wayyyy too many sites now. :wink: Ahh.. that's about it at first glance. 7.5/10. Keep it up :wink: A good web designer is constantly revamping and remodeling :)

Lol ice. :lol: I dunno what to believe really. I sometimes hear things calling my name, all of a sudden doors shut in my house.. Yeah.. It's kind of creepy, but I just ignore it nowadays. I did a little investigation, and realized that because of my ventilation system, air flows that were slightly irregular (due to our semi-messed-up air conditioning system) caused drafts in our house which were not enough to be felt by people, but could close doors and the like. Lol. I still have no idea what to believe. I just ignore it. If they're there they're there. If not, they're not. *shrug* (Sort of a "if it doesn't bother me what's it matter?" approach.)

That's pretty nice, and I don't mean to be offensive, but what you have there is a background, not a sig. The border around the edges somewhat restricts the flexibility of the sig design, but it's a very standard way of making a sig, so no one should have too many problems with it. Nice job :). 6/10.

There once was a girl from Antarctica who loved to explore the discount store in the penguin's backyard for some new socks and shoes but she had no money on her so she decided it would make sense to rob the bank. After thinking about it she decided to get some mischief powder to instead make the people eat food and not to watch the bank. The Haunted bank was built by a old man who glanced very quickly at the wris[bleep]ch he wore on his head... The bank was going to be styled, architecturally, like the Leaning Tower which fell onto a river of hot, boiling fudge. Well, she decided to cross the boiling river, she noticed something. It was a strange man standing in the boiling with a knife to smear some jelly on andrew grower. For some reason he liked it. He then ate my cousin, and I had to beat up Andrew. Then killed paul. However, my pants caught fire and boom went the toilet I then saw cheese flying through my bedroom window with someone riding a pink tricycle with training wheels and a large object floating in his pocket. Then a crusty wrench was dropped from the Twin Towers, which don't exist any more. Then a hot grabbed the wrench and she said "I will eat this like bacon". So she ate some cheese instead. Much to the dislike of her one-armed father who ate children. Thus her father hopped in his batmobile and drove into a wall of demon pigs that had green, rotten, smelly breathes. But suddenly from the top of the father's head, a three word, three d monkey said, "I will poke my s with a chopstick". The monkey jumped out onto the skateboard of his hairy toe. Suddenly, the chainsaw in the devious pub, started magically and began with its tremendous roar to scare the villagers. The antarctic went to the pub to save the moldy cheese that was kept in a lockbox. Then she realized she was bisexual and she yelled: "I want clinton!". She gasped as the toxic fumes tried to choke the smelly monkey, herself and her pet decided to die right there. The said "Oh, yes, I would like some new friends because I always thought that cooking is really really dumb". And after a run in with her nonexistent brother, she did some plastic surgery on her little, inflatable, round, and large unibrow that was growing very rapidly at around 0.0005miles/hour. But the surgery ended up being too expensive, so she died. Then the surgeon felt guilty, so he decided to stab her lifeless body. But he ended up making a bigpile of poopy which he later flung at neighbors general area while walking alight. However, once she saw this akward looking little boy who had a broken head and so she decided to go to the hospital to get a smelly blender! Being poopy, the infamous hotdog ronald ate her burger and then puked on her. Meanwhile in antarctica, the icecream man was flying in his Porsche to his ulgy momma whom everybody thought was really hot! When he arrived, 80 chinese kids were eating some really stinky crap made from snot that a dog had stolen from an old lady who looked like an old shoe. Suddenly, a massive quagmire appeared in Los Angeles, California and Texas. The quagmire was large and very stinky like frog guts and re-fried beans. While this happened, Bobby ate some good pie and drank some camelblood. Until suddenly, he was ambushed by an army of evil monkeys that threw poo on the ground, then ate it. Meanwhile, Superman flew off to rescue some fat jellyfish that Catwoman had stolen from the volcano of turd which was created by the big monkey-donkey-horse. The fat jellyfish found Antarctican-girl Sorry lol.. I had to use improper grammar because I wanted to re-include the girl from the beginning.

The whole village was in total frenzy. A man came up the road, calling all able-bodied men and boys to arms. Hastily, barricades were being set up around buildings, to protect the women and youngest children. A few brave girls, not more than seventeen years of age, Alduineth guessed, had a grim look on their face and spears in their hands. At first news of the Black Knights, he himself had started rounding up all he could find. Behind him, seventy men stood at the ready, some nervously chatting, others simply scared into silence. Among them were mostly farmers, a few merchants, and one or two veterans of the Asgarnia-Misthalin war. These he made into regiment commanders. It was by no means the Royal Guards of Varrock, but this force would have to do. As Alduineth scouted the landscape, he found that there were eleven separate regiments, each organized into three or four different battalions. Two of the leaders of the regiments seemed to know each other, one looked to be a mage, the other an archer, who for some reason had a blindfold over his eyes. They were talking with one another near a building wall -- strategy perhaps? The other leaders seemed to be war-hardened veterans or White Knights. Between the leaders of the regiments, Alduineth guessed, there was more combat experience than all the soldiers in all the battalions combined. Alduineth sighed heavily, and began to march his force towards the others, and began giving orders to his battalion leaders. This would be a very long and hard battle.... ------------------------------------- NOTE: A battalion is a subsidary unit of a regiment.

Yeah I thought hamster too.. Hmm.. Background is nice, text .. what's the name of it.. Matisse ITC? Am I right? Lol. Nice image cropping/cutting on the hamster lol. Quite well done generally, but the only thing lacking is a sort of theme, but the hamster counts as a sort of focal point.. So.. 7.5/10. :)

Draynor Village had become a refugee camp. Day by day, hundreds of people poured in to seek protection from whatever it was that had destroyed their homes and lives. Alduineth passed by dozens of families near the outskirts of the village, and entered the market. There, daily rations were being handed out to worried-looking women and sobbing children. The sight of these ragged, harried people stirred a deep pity within Alduineth's heart. He had to do something. "Every minute I waste is another innocent's life taken," he thought to himself. "If I cannot find help soon, I will undertake this task alone, even if it means my death." As he strode into the newly-constructed Inn, "The Little Falador", Alduineth caught bits of a conversation at a table at the far end of the room. "I swear it on me mother's dead soul, may she rest in peace," said one man. The other man frowned intently at his half-empty mug before remarking, "There's no way it be possible. The Dwarves driven out of the Mines? I can't be believin' it." "Oh, but it be true. I sawed it with me very own two eyes -- The little folk came on a scurryin' down the road, hundreds of 'em I tell ya. They was all screamin' and blitherin' about some evil soul which had possessed the mines, doin' crazy things with the rocks an' all. Go to Barbarian Village, you'll see thousands of 'em camped out, frettin' and.." Alduineth stopped listening. A great chill entered his bones. Evil soul? Possessing the mines? What was going on? There was certainly more to the attack on Falador and this supposed "possession" of the earth than the Black Knights and a plan to conquer the world...

At the crack of dawn I ripped off my thong With a pair of tongs Sense of right and wrong started to smoke a bong this poem is not long Drugs, not good for you Make you turn blue too Like a kangaroo Lost within the zoo

Nice job! How long did it take you to write that? I like the way you stylized the characters, with a modern yet classic touch. It's sort of like a modern-anime story. Excellent descriptions though.. All I could say is whoa! :o You should be commended just for effort.

There once was a girl from Antarctica who loved to explore the discount store in the penguin's backyard for some new socks and shoes but she had no money on her so she decided it would make sense to rob the bank. After thinking about it she decided to get some mischief powder to instead make the people eat food and not to watch the bank. The Haunted bank was built by a old man who glanced very quickly at the wris[bleep]ch he wore on his head... The bank was going to be styled, architecturally, like the Leaning Tower which fell onto a river of hot, boiling fudge. Well, she decided to cross the boiling river, she noticed something. It was a strange man standing in the boiling with a knife to smear some jelly on andrew grower. For some reason he liked it. He then ate my cousin, and I had to beat up Andrew. Then killed paul. However, my pants caught fire and boom went the toilet I then saw cheese flying through my bedroom window with someone riding a pink tricycle with training wheels and a large object floating in his pocket. Then a crusty wrench was dropped from the Twin Towers, which don't exist any more. Then a hot girl grabbed the wrench and she said "I will eat this like bacon". So she ate some cheese instead. Much to the dislike of her one-armed father who ate children. Thus her father hopped in his batmobile and drove into a wall of demon pigs that had green, rotten, smelly breathes. But suddenly from the top of the father's head, a three word, three nippled monkey said, "I will poke my nipples with a chopstick". The monkey jumped out onto the skateboard of his hairy toe. Suddenly, the chainsaw in the devious pub, started magically and began with its tremendous roar to scare the villagers. The antarctic girl went to the pub to save the moldy cheese that was kept in a lockbox. Then she realized she was bisexual and she yelled: "I want clinton!". She gasped as the toxic fumes tried to choke the smelly monkey, herself and her pet decided to die right there. The Girl said "Oh, yes, I would like some new friends because I always thought that cooking is really really dumb". And after a run in with her nonexistent brother

Yeah, a lot of people try to use the stake first, but if you do, you'll just keep getting him down to low health, but I think he keeps re-appearing or he keeps getting his health back.. Yeah.. You have to use the stake at the very end.

Alduineth stood atop a tall hill, surveying the scene below with a grim horror. He was never one to show emotion, but the sight of destruction that lay beneath him invoked emotions and feelings too strong to be kept within. Falador, capital of Asgarnia, had fallen. As the Black Knight behind him gave a final wrench, Alduineth wiped the blood from his sword. He had slain many on his journey, if it could be called that, to Falador. While in Draynor Village, he had heard rumors that Falador -- no, all of Asgarnia was under siege, and rapidly failing. Almost at once Alduineth had brandished his blade and donned his armor, setting off at a dash towards Falador. A few miles into Asgarnian lands, Alduineth had encountered a fleeing batallion of White Knights, who told him of the Black Knights, and their imminent conquest of the entire realm of Asgarnia, and perhaps even the world. With those troubling words, Alduineth had parted from the White Knights. And now, after killing dozens of Black Knights, he found this: The great city of Falador, reduced to nothing more than a few flickering fires, and smoking heaps of rubble. As he looked across the horizon, Alduineth lay eyes on what was once the implacable fortress of the White Knights, now only a heap of bodies and disfigured stones. The buildings were in even worse condition; most were simply gone, and of the ones that remained, all were damaged beyond repair. Soot-blackened furniture lay upturned, pieces of wood lay burned into ashes, and everywhere were bodies of innocent people. Alduineth left the hill and entered the city. As he strode along once beautifully designed streets and walkways, an unmoving figure in the middle of the road caught his attention. As Alduineth approached the figure, he realized it was a little girl. Suddenly, Alduineth was overcome by a deep anguish, and he fell to his knees and wept. "How could those savages do something like this to a little girl?" he demanded of himself. "No," he thought to himself, regaining his composure, "I will not cry, I will avenge." With that Alduineth picked up the doll, and tucked it away in his travelling bag. He would fight and kill those responsible, but he could not do it alone..

Lol Keiphus YOU go way back :P. Jk jk lol. ------ C'mon guys, no reason to flame Zezima. Although it may not be normal persay to devote such an amount of time as Zezima did to RuneScape or any other game, I think we should all respect the determination that he has, and more astonishingly, the willpower :shock:. Most of us would die of carpal tunnel before we got to 99 in 1 skill.

Hmm.. Okay, here we go then. Name: Alduineth Gender: Male Age: Unknown Alduineth, the blademaster, disowned from a noble Asgarnian house, fallen victim to fate. He is clearly distinguished from others, a tall man with silver hair that glistens more brightly than even his sword. He is neither old nor young, Alduineth's ageless, yet handsome face is overshadowed by a look of grim fortitude. In a flowing black cloak, silhoutted by gold and with a silver crown embroidered on the chest, Alduineth is known to many simply as "The Shadow". Though he is now disregarded with a cold hostility by his house, Alduineth was once a great hero. He brought much fame to Asgarnia and its nobles as the conqueror of demons, dragons and all creatures dark. Once a fair-haired, jovial young man, Alduineth now stands alone in isolation. Once he was a man who boys wanted to be, once he was a man that every lady fawned over, once he was a man that legends were written of.... But now, he is alone. Alduineth fell in love with a commoner, many years ago. Her name was Elecia (Eh-lay-see-ahhh), and her beauty took men by their souls. After Alduineth was found to be eloping with Elecia, he was strictly warned never to meet with her again, or to regard her any more than he would another commoner. However, Alduineth's love for Elecia was greater than his desire to appease his family, and so, he did not heed their warnings, and continued meeting with her. Eventually, the hostility towards him became so great that his family disowned him, and removed his noble title. Alduineth felt no sorrow or regret while drifting in his all-encompassing love for Elecia, and thus did not care. Time passed, and Alduineth was wedded to Elecia. A few months later, while Alduineth was off fighting Greater Demons in the deepest darks of the Wilderness, three assassins were sent to his home in the countryside of Ardougne. When Alduineth returned to his home, eager to meet his wife again after so long a time, he found her dead in the kitchen. Since that day, Alduineth has never smiled, never layed eyes on another woman, and has killed every mercenary he has met. His blade is his only companion, the sheath now his soul. ------------------------------------------------------ Okay so thats a little bit of it (forgive the ending, I couldn't think of a better one). Any suggestions? Lol I think it might be a little *violent* there at the end.. But... yeah.. What do you (Forsaken) think?

Alright lol. I'll do that in the future. I haven't regularly used tip.it (the website, not the forums) since Novemberish of 2001, so I'm a bit unclear on the content anymore.