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I almost hate to say it, but I think the original poster abandoned ship. -.- To throw my hat into the ring: As has been said earlier, learning a language isn't the same as being in an Inquisition. I just want you to answer 1 question to prove my point. How fast is it to travel from, say, Asia to America? 8, maybe 12 hours on a good plane? That's why we need to learn multiple languages. It's not mandatory by international law, but individual countries and corporations are learning the importance of multi-linguistic capabilities. If you don't plan on ever leaving your apparently gated community, then you're alright. If you plan on being a productive member of society, or even better, someone who makes a ton of cash, learn some languages. Mandarin Chinese and Arabic are good ones to try.

(this is in aus, where the OP is from) R vs. Lean and Aland (93) - a women who was assaulted used a piece of glass to attack 'the victim'. this was deemed 'excessive' and she lost the self-defence defence. newton vs. fox (99) - a guy breaks into a residence and was beaten by the owner with some kind of baton. the intruder needed face surgery, sued and won AU49k (42k US). even worse the mother of the intruder also won 18k for something like 'nervous shock'. In my opinion she should be thankful her (stupid) son wasn't killed and leave it at that. I'll leave you with one more - about one month ago a women climbed over a neigbour's (of her mother, who she was visiting) fence because she heard a puppy was in distress (or something like that). she was attacked by 2x bull mastiffs and was in critical-stable condition. my understanding is that the whole point of having bull mastiffs is for family/property protection, but would you like to have a guess what's going to happen to the property owner? (dogs are dead already) Ehh......I don't know about you, but the first 2 would NEVER happen even in the US, to my knowledge of the law. The last one, sure. That one has extenuating circumstances (the distinct noise of a puppy in distress will get anyone's attention, save a deaf man). Other than that, the judges must have been on more drugs than a 1960's Loony Bin ward. :wall: :wall: #-o #-o

I really want to try the suit of armor thing : Even better, get one that looks like Alphonse! (free cookie to whomever gets it \ ) How much would it cost to get one? I might find it interesting. It would be madness for next year's Halloween thing at my school! :XD: :thumbsup: :anxious: :twisted: I'll probably have to get used to carrying around something that heavy, though. Another idea would be to, over the summer, order enough balloons to fill a small-medium sized school, and fill them with helium. And to top it all off, have Party Boy cutouts in random, key areas. :shock: :ohnoes: :mrgreen:

You, my good sir, deserve a medal. \ To anyone who says you don't have the right to beat the snot out of someone who gets into your house while your supposed to be counting sheep: you are DELUSIONAL. If someone has the equipment or physical ability to get into your locked home, they probably have sufficient power to do harm to you or your family. I stand by what I said previously. If you feel the need, you can also tie them to a wooden chair or pole and call the cops. After that, call your local property damage lawyer, and sue the moron blind. :thumbsup: The above suggestion isn't necessary, but recommended if you find yourself receiving this treatment a little too often.

It's an understandable reaction to something like this. But it was just so vivid that I couldn't forget it. To put it into perspective, it would be similar to someone remembering even what they had for breakfast the day they heard about 9/11, or Pearl Harbor, or something similar, but in a dream.

In my opinion, if the person(s) is brave or mad enough to try and get into your own house, then you're free to show him the error of his ways. Just don't go overboard. If he's unarmed or has a knife, then just sneak up behind him, nudge him in the back of the head with a 12 Gauge, and ask in as calm a voice as possible, "What are you doing in this house?" That's most likely gonna produce a brown spot on his backside &/or a yellow puddle on the floor. \ :mrgreen: If it's a machete or something similar, you can "disarm" him as needed. If it's a gun, go "Scarface" on his [donkey], but DON'T kill. You can use sufficient force to send him to the ER, but only if the equipment he had was capable of lethal action. Aside from that, have fun. :XD: :thumbsup: :

Damn, man. That was long. How long did that take? :shock: It took give-or-take 30-45 mins long to type out. I was pretty much out of it for about 3 days, filled with hallicinations, sleep, and general wall-melting. NOT something to be done again! :wall: :wall: :ohnoes: :uhh:

I don't really have ANY dreams, but on the rare occasion I have one that I can remember, they tend to be, uhh, X-rated in some fashion. Most of those end up with me waking and having to change my boxers (one of the few ways that I bust a nut, so to speak :anxious: ). I can tell you one dream that I had, though. It was when I had some really nasty stomach flu after having too many Advil (it was a really nasty headache). I can officially say with confidence I know what a bad Acid trip is, but anyway. I wake up, do my regular morning routine, and head off to school. When I get there, every thing's overall normal, until First Lunch. I start hearing rapid gunfire in the direction of the office, and me being the hero/loon of the entire county, I go take a look. Some random-assed person is taking an AK-47 to the staff, and anyone in the way. There's about 6 people on the floor, in varying degrees of damage (clipped-dead). Understandably, I get really pissed at this point, and bull rush the gunman. When he just notices me, I slam into him, knocking the wind out of him. I then proceed to pummel the guy's head into the ground, then he takes his gun and shoots me in the abdomen. This knocks me off of him, and I can't move with any real speed, or even get up for that matter. He stands up, kicks me once, and heads for the cafeteria. As I'm trying to stand up, I see him start shooting into the student body. Thankfully, the damage I done earlier throws off his aim a bit, making some bullets go by with no effect. Just as I stand up, I see him shoot one of my female friends. This gives me a massive adrenaline boost, and I then rush to her. about 5 seconds after I get there, she dies. I then hear the monster laugh behind me, saying something to the effect of, "You can't do anything, now! You're dead like the rest of them!" I look around a bit, and I see 20 more people lying, dead or approaching that stage. I then look back at him, and am looking right down the gun barrel. I start feeling a bit of heat all over my body, especially my hands. I yell, somehow startling him, and grab the gun barrel. That's when I notice that what seems to be heat shift (look right above something on fire, and notice how the things behind it wave a little) is radiating from my hands. The barrel starts to glow a little, visibly showing strain from the heat that's apparently emanating from my palms. I then yank the AK away, and throw it at one of the walls nearby. I hear a crunch, sounding somewhat similar to when a sledgie is taken to a cinder block, and the sound of something semi-soft and metallic breaking. The gunman says something to, "What the Hell?" and starts running. I run after him, noticing that he seems to be walking through sludge in comparison. I stop in front of the doors, and face him, roaring when I stop. I also notice the heat getting more intense. I also notice the parts of the floor where my feet landed are a little cratered, and have smoldering miniature fires in the middle. The gunman is obviously scared out of his mind, looking like he's seeing the Gates of Hell itself. I notice him picking up one of the pieces of floor that I pushed up in my dash, and throws it at me. It catches fire when it comes near me, and is ash by the time it hits me. He runs in the opposite direction, and I notice that he apparently crapped and pissed himself. I twitch my eye, imagining a fire wall sprouting about 20 feet in front of him. To my surprise, the floor cracks right where I imagined it, and a flame shoots up. It starts to rise, eventually going up to 20 feet high. I start to feel my body shifting a little, first my eyes. They hurt a little, but I then start getting vision that apparently is almost superhuman. Even from 60 feet off, I can see the sweat bead off the gunman's face. My nose and mouth then start to hurt, gaining similar aspects. I gain the ability to smell practically everything that's passed through the front doors in the past week, and my teeth are noticeably sharper. My hair starts to grow out, getting to the middle of my back and shifting to a dark red. My ears then start to elongate backwards, going out to 5 inches, and tapering to a point. The cartilage that makes up the ear then hardens, becoming bone. My hearing capacity increases, to the point that I can hear the gunman's heartbeat as if he were right next to me. I then start to feel my skin toughen, developing thick scales, and shift to a blood red. My fingernails lengthen and sharpen, developing into black claws, seemingly able to cut through solid metal. My muscles and bones also undergo similar transformations, the muscles becoming increasingly prominent, and my bones becoming harder and larger, adding to my already above average height, and making me visibly more durable. My heels start to develop claws, which bursts my shoes. My toes start to grow longer, combining into three similar-sized claw-toes. My feet shift to where my legs connect in the middle, making my heels become the biggest, and fourth, toe. I start to be able to bend each toe more, developing into almost hand-like dexterity. I can't spread my 3 small toes very far, however. I start to feel a pain in my tailbone, which develops and grows, eventually poking out of my body. It goes to about 2 times my full body height from head to feet, and starts to develop musculature. This part feels excruciating, But when it's done, I have a tail with the same skin color as the rest of me, and a little bit of a ball at the end of it, with [bleep]es protruding, and a hand-length blade at the tip. I then feel a similar pain in my back. It feels like my skin is being ripped off in big chunks, which is what seemingly happens. My back starts to bleed profusely, which soaks my shirt. It catches on fire, probably since my blood is far beyond the normal boiling point of most liquids, including water. Bones start growing out of my back a little bit under my shoulders, but inward enough to be off of my shoulder blades. They grow and fan downward, in equal proportions, until it develops to a total of 3-4 times my height, from tip to tip, and spreads downward to a bit past my knees when held at a 45 degree angle to the floor. They start to develop muscles as well, which hurts even worse than the tail did. It visibly spreads out to each new bone, save for the tips of each. When that's done, skin starts to spread out from my back, which healed for the most part. It spreads out each bone, and grows into the gaps as well, developing wings. I notice that the tips of the bones are still visible, and can be moved to a degree, about as much as my knee. I then feel my insides move about, and new organs grow and develop. In my opinion, I believe that this gave me a preview of what Hell feels like. My lungs expand and toughen, allowing me to be able to hold enough air in with them alone for about an hour or two, by my guess. I then feel a third one develop, connected to a little bit above my stomach. It seems to be filling with some sort of thick liquid, but can still hold air, increasing my breathing capacity by 25%, roughly. My heart starts its own transformation, increasing in size and power to handle the new size, as well as the new parts. The sack that it's held in becomes slightly stretchy, as well as increasing in size and durability. By my guess, nothing short of armor-piercing rounds would be able to do much of anything to it, or the organ it encloses. My other organs also develop, increasing in durability. My stomach grows, then splits into two. They each can hold about 25% more than a normal one can, and are similarly strengthened. They connect to a new organ, which seems to be able to create all sorts of acids, probably even allowing me to survive on pure earth, if needed. Muscles develop around it, allowing me to possibly expel the "acid stomach"'s contents rather forcefully, if needed. My digestive tract increases in durability, as well. My private areas also develop, but I'll skip that for the sake of the more fragile readers here. My immune system also improves. My white blood cells morph, able to withstand almost anything on this plane of existence, seemingly. They also become under my conscious control partially, allowing me to turn off the immune response in relation to specific things. I am basically develop immunity to any medical affliction on this planet, including allergies, cancers, and viruses. My regular cells also develop strength. They become able to divide almost indefinitely, effectively nullifying age in relation to me. It also gives me vastly improved healing abilities, making me capable of recovering from things that would kill a man from blood loss inside of 30 seconds. Not quite Wolverine-level, but close. My bones also develop this ability, making things like splints and casts unneeded in most cases. My bones become even stronger, apparently being able to withstand things that even solid diamond couldn't. They then crystallize, further improving their ability to endure. The bones inside my toes and fingers elongate, replacing my fingernails. My elbows and knees also develop small [bleep]es, likely capable of piercing and holding onto steel in their own right. The elbow claws grow pointing away from my shoulder, and the knees away from my waist. They extend outward to about 4 inches, and while the tips are sharp, the other edges are fairly blunt. My skin/scales are visibly able to withstand even armor-piercing bullets from mid-range outward. The hair that normally is on various parts of my body, save for the normal head hair, is gone. I could conceivably withstand the force from a nuclear bomb dropped right next to me with minimal damage from it. I develop six 5-inch horns pointing upward from my upper forehead, seemingly round with a small point at the end. This whole process takes about a minute, which the gunman watches, with a small yellow puddle around his feet. He then runs, going down one of the side hallways that's in my school. I snarl, my voice obviously lower, and walk to the corner of the hallway that he ran down to. I take a deep breath, including my new lung, and when I'm at full capacity, let loose a roar that could be heard throughout a fifth of the entire state, in increasing degree the closer the area. The walls down the hallway that I roared visibly crack, traveling down to the running gunman just as he gets to one of the glass doors. The force slams into him just as he opens the door, shattering the half-inch thick glass and propelling him forward about 20 feet. When he lands, he skids about 7 feet, covered in shards and visibly scratched up. I then walk down the hallway, noticing that the heat that was pouring out subsided, turning into just a little above 100 degrees. The floor cracks and craters considerably more with each footfall than before, belying the massive power behind the feet. The wings are folded back a little and tilted forward, so as to not damage the walls and ceiling further. When I step on the glass shards as I go outside, I notice that they turn into powder, not even leaving a mark on my feet. The metal doors are blown off, so they don't impede my movement. They are in pieces, showing how powerful that roar was. When the gunman notices that I'm walking towards him, he tries to get up and run again. I grab onto his arm, crushing the bone. He screams, which hurts my ears a little, making me wince. I grab him by the jacket a little lighter, my claws only scraping his skin, which starts to bleed a little where the claws were. I then lift him off the ground, to where we're eye-level. He's about 3 feet off the ground, still. He then says, "What are you, you monster??" I reply something like, "The last thing you see before you're sent to Hell, murderer!" I then jump, going about 50 feet in the air, and then flap my wings once, while dropping him. He hits the ground feet first, breaking both of his legs. I go up about 70 feet more, looking down on him. I then start to feel my whole body tingling, as if I'm being flooded with some sort of electricity. I attempt to concentrate it into my hands, which start to glow red. When most of the tingling energy is concentrated into my hands, they each develop a baseball-sized orb of energy. I then put them together, doubling the ball's size, and making it start to darken, seemingly becoming so hot that light is being taken apart at the sub-atomic level. I then raise the ball above my head, and throw it directly at the gunman. It streaks at him, seemingly becoming a beam mid-flight, and hits him dead on. The ball explodes into a large ball 15 feet in diameter, centered on the impact point, which lasts for about 3 seconds. When the blast dissipates, a crater where the ball's energy was becomes visible, appearing as if the ball evaporated everything that encompassed the blast zone. The ground around the new crater is visibly darkened, and heat shift emanates from the crater. I start to feel a little dizzy, lowering in the air to the center of the crater. I start to feel a bit better, as if the heat is nourishing me somehow. I then start to feel tired, and drop to my knee. I shift back into my normal, human self, with the exclusion of my hair color, the loss of all hair except my eyebrows, my normal hair down to my shoulders (seemingly remaining [bleep]y), and some pubic hair, some of my bones' hardness, some of my organs' durability, and a little longer and sharper nails and teeth. I notice that a slightly glowing mark of what appears to me to be a dragon's head on my left hand is present. The glowing stops 2 seconds later, making it appear as if it's just a normal tattoo. I wonder what it is, and then hit the ground 5 seconds afterward. I almost immediately fall asleep. And here we are. Yeah, I don't get it either. It seems somewhat insane to me, but what can you do?

Thanks to certain key changes in the way trades are made, I now proclaim that the RSOF Rants Section shall implode in about......72 hours or less. The sheer force of people that this shall utterly piss off is mind-boggling. About 98% sounds good to me. I mean, come ON, 3k?!?!?! The bank space update and Duel Arena for f2p is alright, but Bloody Hell....... :wall: :wall: EDIT: Scratch that, the whole forum imploded ALREADY!!! :ohnoes: :ohnoes: :XD: :boohoo: :mrgreen: :shock: :shock: :uhh: I believe that this is a proper indicator, Jagex?

I honestly have no idea which tooth pair are the wisdom teeth. Is it the furthest-back ones in? If so, I haven't had them removed yet. I'd probably need to op for the K-O serum beforehand, since they're unusually low in relation to the gum line. How do they take them out? Pliers, something that goes between the gum & tooth and grips there, drill a hole through and threads in a wire, what? Depending on how they do it, it's gonna be varying levels of suck. I heal relatively quickly, so it wouldn't last too long there.

I do believe they have watched "Team America - World Police" a little bit too much. :roll: I'm amazed that Sen. Byrd and the rest of the Dems were naive or crazy enough to pass this Internet version of the Patriot Act. I mean, come ON, who ISN'T offended by something they see on the web almost once a week? It's just too bloody subjective in order to be used properly. :wall: :wall:

I'm running on the possibility that at least a few of these people might be brave or mad enough to try and take over the gov't by force. What I'm saying is that if they were to attempt such in America, flawed as it is, the vast majority would step in and kick some conehead [donkey]. And never underestimate the stupidity of the general public. Just look at the 2000 & 2004 elections. :wall: I'm not saying ban them from speaking, I'm saying watch out for when they're positioning that knife behind your back. Until then, I'm satisfied with tearing them to shreds in debates. :

I'm just reminding you of the pitfalls of making the wrong choice of what to do when (not if) they try to escalate the involvement of the racial hatred that they spread. The only reason why the KKK or something similar isn't trying to take control is because they know the vast majority of Americans are gonna turn them into sausage patties if they try. Can you say the same about yourself? If not, you're as bad, if not worse, than they are.

Rushrock, I'll put this into perspective. It's a little story that I've heard in one of my history classes, and I might not remember it to the "T", so bear with me. Back right before WW2 started, a German family was living in Berlin. They were average, with brown hair and green eyes. About a week after they moved in, a Jewish family living nearby was taken away. They looked, and when the Jews asked for help, they said, "It's not my place to step in." The week after that, a black family was taken away, with the same response. After that, an English family, with the same response. The week after that, when the officials came to take them away, they looked around to plead for someone to help them, only to find no one was there. The moral of this story: If you only stand by and watch an evil act occur, when it's done to you, don't expect anyone to be around to help you.

Lobbing around fireballs in random spots is NEVER a good idea. A 20 ft radius, PLUS it setting appropriate things on fire? Yeah, you're lucky the DM didn't feel like putting you into a forest fire. And it's not archer, it's ranger. I am using that class as my first. You can play it 2 major ways. First is a dual-wielding multi-hitting bladestorm, the other is using the other target as a pincushion for arrows. Right now, I'm using a +4 str composite longbow. I'm 1 strength point away from a +4 modifier, which I'm planning on getting when I'm 4th level. If you'll believe it, I'm working on a weapon of mine. Most likely going to be a Legacy weapon, which is why I need the rules and guidelines on it. If it works, I'll post it here for you \ :mrgreen: :pray:

I say: let them speak. That way, someone with their act together can go Freddy Kruger on their "facts", then we can write them off as loons and ignore them. Also, if they plan on attacking people based on racism, we can use the tapes as Hate Crime evidence. :-w :XD: If they wanna dig their own political graves one mouthful at a time, let them. It's something to point and laugh at, which we are probably due for right now.

The forefather of almost every single RPG in existence. I'm looking for online info about it, including but not limited to online books, Map generators, old campaigns, interesting equipment ideas, places, just about anything. I'll give 10,000 gp to whoever can find an online book of "Weapons of Legacy". :mrgreen: I'm needing it to check up on an idea of mine, as well as further ends. Other than that, let the games begin! :thumbsup: :ohnoes: :uhh: :shock:

It should be f2p, with the members randoms in a different section of the island. Other than that, sure. I'm alright with it. The competitive idea is fairly good.

And that small sum, sadly, is represented by people with more money than atoms in their bodies. It's like a bleeding Merry-go-Round. :wall: And it's more commonly called "curiosity" in plain English terms. No matter how many times you see it, some people just HAVE to stick that fork in the power outlet and find out for themselves. :roll: :roll:

I'll have to say that until you get High Alch and at least level 48 smithing, you won't be making any money whatsoever. On a different note, Could you PLEASEcheck the last post's date before you dig it back from the grave? This topic's over 2 YEARS OLD. :wall: :roll:

Until the avian flu virus evolves into a human strand maybe we do have other "important" things to worry about, after that I'm not so sure evolution will be ignored anymore smart [wagon]. I wasn't thinking about bacteria and viruses when I made that statement. I just categorize the topic of "Did we evolve from monkeys?" under Random Trivia. All the riots and protests and general insanity over some bullsh** like that is 1) pointless, 2) destructive, and 3) distracting us from bigger issues, like finding Osama and figuring out a way to produce energy for when our worldwide addiction to oil is gonna bite us in the [donkey] (shortage, pollution, decreased space (more gunk filling up random spots), etc.). While it is evolution on a fundamental level, I believe bacteria/virus mutation is more of a Biology or Chemistry issue than a Darwin issue.

On the topic of evolution, I don't really care much. I'm probably not going to survive long enough to see direct results of it, and if I feel the need of wanting to find out how the world was made, I'll just ask God directly when I go. Really, don't we have more important things to worry about?

If the above were true, Jagex would either be sued into the ground or be the single most popular company ever. :XD:

I'm coming if at all possible, and the clan I'm in (Double Vision) might show up en masse as well. I'll work for getting food and ammies and steel to sell. Let's pwn! :boohoo: :mrgreen: :XD:

Heh. Tell him that on the other side of the wilderness is an infinite item generator. That should get a couple laughs. My suggestions still apply if he bugs you too much. :twisted: