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*Riley* Joined: 30 November 2007 Posts: 1710 Location: Celebrating with good friends	Posted: Wednesday 22 October 2008 12 16 48 am    Post subject: Re: avatars in topic:avatars I'm not sure this is the correct place to ask, but if you're confused then please look through the category at the bottom of the forum which will hopefuly answer your questions. If not, the you may search in the User Control Panel and click on 'Profile' and click 'Avatar' then you will see the options, which will hopefuly be self-explanatory. I don't think this forum allows official snap-shots of movies to be regarded as Avatar's since the administrators cannot be sure of the avatar's original location, and which could lead to copyright infringement, etc. You may however, select from our lovely galleries, there is plenty of avatars, I deeply recommend the dragons drawn by our extraordinarily talented, Scellanis. Not a fantasy lover...? Then try some of Duckies & Fawkes' avatars which are bound to make you laugh. *Stops talking like I'm trying to sell a house* [i]Ps. One click of 'Submit on a post should be enough, I think you may have pressed it twice since two threads have been made of the same genre...[/i]
Scellanis Joined: 11 September 2002 Posts: 6192 Location: Pretending to be a sea slug with 'go faster' stripes...	Posted: Tuesday 14 October 2008 09 53 52 am    Post subject: Re: Get reading! in topic:Get reading! Well for anyone else looking to read the full set its recommended that you actually start with The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe as Magician's Nephew was written last I beleive and should be read last as it explains everything but its more the sort of thing you'd want to read last really. I'm also reading through the set though, lost count how many times I've read them, currently on The Voyage of the Dawn Treader myself which is bound to be the next film. Silver Chair is my favourite purley (not purple, brain where?) because of the old BBC tv series they made in the 80's. I've actually seen some of the places they filmed the Silver Chair episodes of that.
salemboy Joined: 20 May 2008 Posts: 1192 Location: RPG's Next Generation 2 and the Six Wizards	Posted: Saturday 20 September 2008 11 29 25 pm    Post subject: Re: Player Requests in topic:Player Requests Well, I'm kind of scared. One of my first two games are up against Scellanis . She hasn't lost one single game yet. Hopefully, I'll be the first to end her winning streak. But more likely, I'm bound to be slaughtered. *Prepares his king's burial.*
Distortia Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 511 Location: Over the sea	Posted: Wednesday 10 September 2008 08 03 46 pm    Post subject: Re: RPG: The Six Wizards in topic:RPG: The Six Wizards Inu growled loudly. He savoured the pain Neko was causing with her sharp claws. It wasn't often someone else could inflict enough pain on him to reach him, but when it did, it was like a drug. She was strong, there was no doubt about that, and a worthy partner, in crime and perhaps in other things... "Finally! I've wanted to hunt with the animal in you for so long. But enough of emotions..." he pushed her off, feeling her claws retract and the warm blood flowed down his arms. He closed his eyes and in one breath the cuts were healed, leaving only the blood beneath his leather jacket. He looked up at her. "You wrecked my jacket. I'll make you pay for that." He reached into a pocket in his jacket, pulled out a vial of green liquid, pulled out the stopper and shot the liquid back into his mouth. After he swallowed it, he opened his eyes and the beast was there. His physique was even more commanding. He possessed the strength and agility of a wolf, without full trasformation. What most sought to surpress, Inu took joy in enhancing. He smiled at Neko, "Come." and he took her hand. They disappeared so quickly into the shadows it was like magic.
Comma Joined: 4 September 2008 Posts: 14	Posted: Friday 5 September 2008 10 24 23 pm    Post subject: The House of the Rising Sun in topic:The House of the Rising Sun [i]I started working on this about a year ago and I haven't gotten much farther than this. My inspiration actually came from the song "The House of the Rising Sun," made famous by The Animals but a folk song in America for God knows how long. The story is based around an old house in New Orleans, Louisiana (yep, just like in the song!) with a curse put upon it that draws people in and basically drives anyone who enters insane by altering their personality to the exact oposite of what it was before they entered the house, a curse that always leads to tragedy. I'd like a few opinions on it before I go any further with it. This is only a prelude, regarding the family that moved in before the main family that the story will be based around. [b]Minor warnings[/b]: Abuse, blood, descriptions of violence, character death[/i] ------ The early morning air was damp and dark as it leaked into what appeared to be, from the outsider’s point of view, an old, abandoned house in New Orleans, Louisiana. All of the sheets of glass in all of the windows were gone, and a rotting wooden door on the front of the house was boarded off from the inside and out with durable, near unbreakable lumber. The window openings where there had once been glass were high up on the house and tiny, which would have made it a hard task to look through any of them, save for one. There was one window on the back of the house, a large window that still had glass covering its opening. This window faced to the East, with a beautiful view of the horizon visible through it. On that early morning, no one would have seen anything but the reverse side of thick, black curtains if they had attempted to look through that back window, to spy upon that strange middle-aged man that lived in the house. However, it would have been more than easy enough for the passing eavesdropper to gain a rough mental picture of what was inside the house at the time, just by listening to the faint sounds issuing from the highest windows. An old turntable played a scratchy, faint tune, which the man in the house was humming along to. The sound of slow, heavy footsteps could be heard by the living room windows, as could the sound of another person, most likely a young woman, whimpering in fear and pain. "I told you I’d find you," Edward Harper’s voice said quietly as he paced slowly around and around a chair in the living room. In one of his hands, he held an old gun, and there was a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. The chair in the living room was a wooden dining chair. A girl in her early twenties was bound to the chair, which was nailed to the floor. That floor was made of splintering wood, and there was an abundance of scarlet liquid dripping down from the chair onto it. The chair was the last piece of furniture other than the small table that Harper’s record player, still singing a faint tune, was perched upon. The woman was incapable of speech. Even if she had been physically capable, she wasn’t too sure she would have been able to formulate the words in her mind into plain English. There was a red bandana gagging her, preventing her from even an attempt at speech. She whimpered yet again, and a tear rolled down her cheek as Harper continued pacing, staring down at her. The tear stung her cheek as it reached a small, bleeding hole that Harper had driven a needle through only a few minutes ago. Harper stopped in front of the girl and bent over her, his face barely an inch from hers. His face had been a kind one at one time, and for many years. However, when he picked up his unquenchable thirst for alcohol and gambling about ten years ago, that kindness began ebbing away. Now, his face was deranged and insane as he smiled a crooked smile with wide, wild eyes. Those eyes had been bright blue at one time, just like her eyes were, but it seemed as though someone had pulled the plug that lit them. She saw they were a pale gray as she stared up into them. Harper’s hair had also grown since she’d last seen him. It was now quite a bit lengthier, down past his shoulders. That dirty blond color was now streaked with grey and white, and it was horribly matted and greasy. It had been six, maybe seven years since she’d last seen him, and he looked more crazed than ever. "You left," Harper said, pointing at her with a slightly shaky index finger. "I told you, Mary, I [i]told [/i]you I’d be angry if you left me in this godforsaken place alone." She shook her head no rapidly, her youthful, bright blue eyes wide and shimmering with tears. She had felt the gun against her head. Upon her reaction, he lowered the gun. "You still wanna stay sittin' there?" he said. He laughed a cold laugh. "I never did understand you, child." Harper comenced his pacing again, examining her, remembering her as she had been when he last saw her in person. She was sixteen when she left him there, and she hadn't changed much in the six years he'd spent looking for her. She was still young, blonde, beautiful, and still the child of the devil. He had brought her up to be a good, honest Christian girl, but still, she had left. He had given her everything she ever asked for while she was with him, and still – still, she had left him. There was no mercy in her heart, and not enough of a sense of kindness to have helped him through his hardest times. She deserved every bit of suffering she had been through that night; she'd deserved every needle driven into her smooth flesh, every razor blade slash across her skin, every removed fingernail, and every broken limb. It made her just as ugly on the outside as she was within. She deserved to suffer for having made him suffer as much as he had over the past six years without anyone there with him to help him hold onto his last threads of sanity. What he was doing wasn't at all wrong. It wasn't sin, it was justice in the name of the Lord. She whimpered helplessly again, as he continued pacing and humming, and looking down at her. He walked over to the record player in the corner of the room and turned its volume up. The song played more clearly now, and he restarted the record. He set his gun down next to the turntable on the stand it was on, and picked up a knife from the floor next to the stand. He took the knife out of its cloth case and walked back over to Mary at a leisurely pace, examining it all at the same time. "Why postpone what’s certain to come anyway, sweetheart?" Harper said as he stopped in front of Mary. "You [i]left[/i] me [i]here[/i], alone. This house drove me insane and [i]you[/i] wouldn’t help me. I told you that you’d die if you ever left me alone, I [i]told[/i] you." She seemed to be trying to say something through the bandana. Her lips were definitely moving, and it seemed as though her vocal chords were working harder than ever in an attempt to get her point across. "You got somethin’ to say?" She nodded fervently. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and stinging her wounds worse than ever, but she didn’t care. He reached forward as though to remove the bandana, but he instead smacked her sharply across the face. "Betrayers don’t get any second chances," he said. "And you’re a betrayer. Your mother died givin’ birth to you, and I raised you alone for sixteen years, and the payment I got was you leavin’ me here to rot to death in this hell? You don’t get any second chances, there ain’t no excuse for abandoning someone who gave their life to you, little girl." He held the knife to her throat. She whimpered again, but he wasn’t at all hesitant. In a swift motion, he slashed the knife across her throat, immediately severing her jugular. "[i]No[/i] second chances," he said again through gritted teeth. He dropped the knife on the floor as she bled dry from her neck, the liquid dying her long, light blonde hair red. The darkness that had covered his heart ever since she left him seemed to have left him, but it was replaced with an entirely new feeling: guilt. He shouldn't have felt guilty. He knew what he had done was right. Then again, was it right? If it were right, his conciousness wouldn't have been scolding him for his actions. His daughter, his only child, was dead, after hours of suffering. Her hands were now limp against the chair arms they were nailed to, needles sticking out from each of her remaining fingernails. There were still needles left in her cheek, three on only the right side, and blood dripping down from each of them, as well as tears clearing tracks through the redness. The cuts across her wrists and arms, made by razor blades and small knives, were still bleeding, dripping onto the growing puddle of scarlet on the floor. The sight now not only sickened him, but also gave him that horrible feeling of guilt he had never thought he'd feel after this justice had been done. He looked down at his white shirt, which was now also bloodstained. He walked over to the record player again and turned it up a little louder, still humming along to the song, though his voice had grown shaky. He picked up his gun from next to it and walked to the back room. He opened the curtains and looked out at the horizon as the sun was creeping up over it, listening to the song still. [i]Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I’m goin’ back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy[/i] His hand was shaking as he watched the sun rise up. The gun’s barrel was at his ear as he silently mouthed the last line of the song. "[i]'And God, I know, I'm one...'[/i]" The song ended with the deafening shot of a gun and the thump of a body falling down onto the splintering wooden floor. A pool of scarlet fluid grew under Edward Harper’s body as he lay staring up at the ceiling. The record player shut off. Just as his vision was blurring and his hearing was growing fuzzy, he heard footsteps moving closer to him, and he saw the fuzzy outline of a person standing over him. He could faintly distinguish some sort of colorful garb wrapped around the figure's head, but little more than that. As a cold hand - the hand of death, maybe? - touched his forehead, he shut his eyes and breathed out his last breath. ---- [i]That's it so far. If anyone has any criticism, opinions, anything, let me have it. If you think I should continue, let me know. Whatever. Doesn't matter what it is, just any opinions you have to offer, please do so.[/i]
Distortia Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 511 Location: Over the sea	Posted: Monday 1 September 2008 09 11 40 am    Post subject: Re: RPG: The Six Wizards in topic:RPG: The Six Wizards Chi wiped the edge of his mouth. He knew if Damien was in they would all be up for it. This was why he had formed this gang; so that he could channel the 'talents' of others. He shivered thinking of the horrors he had witnessed at the hands of these creatures; but not with disgust, with delight. The men and women who stood before him were deliciously sadistic. He opened the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a steaming cauldron of green potion. He then put his hand out, and with the other put his pointer finger up to sign 'one moment'. He pulled back his cloak from his chest, still watching the group, as if he were doing a magician act. He reached in, and the others started. He looked injured an stopped. "Oh now come on! I wouldn't HURT any of you. Not unless you wanted me too..." he let his eyes fall on Nagai where he flashed a charming smile. He then pulled out a leather case, tied off with a black string. Crouching down he unrolled it. Inside were 6 vials, in each were bloody bits of what looked like human hair. There was also blood stains all over the case. Chi looked up at the group, brought his fingers to his mouth and licked the blood that had transfered from the case to his hands. "Mmm... still fresh! Now, each of these are the band members. Plucked them myself! Oh I DO love my work. While you lot were doing your thing last night, I was having a ripper of a time! Only half way to transformation unfortunately so I had to use knives, which can be fun..." he looked off into the distance, remembering the moment. Then he shook his head and ran his hands over the vials again. "But enough about me! There were 3 girls, and 3 boys. So naturally, one for each of us. Hmmm.. we still need Ouki. Where the hell is he?" Chi's eyes flashed dangerously.
Distortia Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 511 Location: Over the sea	Posted: Friday 29 August 2008 09 15 21 am    Post subject: Re: RPG: The Six Wizards in topic:RPG: The Six Wizards Chi Inu shuffled in his seat, his leather cloak crunched beneath his weight. He leaned forward and rapped his fingers on the table. Nagai smelled like her usual delicious perfume, but it was the sound of her blood flowing through her that made Chi start with excitment. He so enjoyed taking these small pleasures; he loved knowing how he could snap her neck if he wanted to. But he didn't. He looked at her slender form, her fingers were divinely red; like blood had lingered there from her last murder. He smiled, and just then, she peered up at him, searching his eyes. He turned his head, lifted her hand and without breaking the gaze, he kissed her hand tenderly. Chi looked out at the others. He pushed his chair back and stood before them. "I'm pleased you are here." he said, looking at Buta and then resting his eyes on Damien. "I hate for you to miss out...I have some news." He stopped for effect, and then continued. "It seems we have an opportunity to try out a new playground. What say you? Care to try your dark deeds on some new turf?"
salemboy Joined: 20 May 2008 Posts: 1192 Location: RPG's Next Generation 2 and the Six Wizards	Posted: Wednesday 20 August 2008 08 28 23 pm    Post subject: Re: The University Thread in topic:The University Thread Wow, I thought Duckie was younger than that. I thought she was like, 17 or something like that. I didn't know she was college-bound.
Q.Araignee Joined: 4 January 2006 Posts: 4379 Location: Sharing Pangalactic Gargleblasters with my Physics teacher and co.	Posted: Sunday 17 August 2008 04 32 59 pm    Post subject: Re: Chapter 3, Book 1 the letters from no one in topic:Chapter 3: The letters from no one Infant school: Grey trousers/skirts with white socks, black leather shoes for play, black pumps when in school, plain white shoes for PE, white/blue polo shirts with a seperate one for PE, primary red/primary blue jumpers with the school logo on. Red/white or blue/white dresses were allowed if accompanied by a cardigan with the school logo on. Junior school: Pretty much the same, except that the jumpers/cardigans were navy and the dresses were only blue/white. High school: Grey/black trousers, skirts of the same colours if wished- not too long or too short- white stiff-necked shirts, grey jumpers with the school logo, tie in the school colours, black leather shoes. Sixth Form had two choices: suit with a smart shirt and tie (so long as it was smart it was fine, but the Sixth Form version of the school tie was preferred), or- navy jumper with the school logo, smart shirt, Sixth Form tie, black/grey trousers, black leather shoes with either choice. Welcome to my schools in the North of England!
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 1989 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Wednesday 23 July 2008 07 17 14 am    Post subject: Re: Chapter 6 - The Journey from Platform nine and three quarter in topic:Chapter 6 - The Journey from Platform nine and three quarter That is really creative, wanderful! At my high school, they never let us have the bolt cutters to deal with our lockers. They'd have the janitors do it. This year (youknowwho told me about this since I'm no longer in high school) for the senior prank, one of the seniors brought a keg to the parking lot after school. Now I thought this was pretty funny, but also rather stupid since they did it on school property. They were bound to get caught and get in huge trouble, not only from the school but from the police as well. A few days later, youknowwho tells me that he found out that there wasn't real beer in the keg. It was root beer. Another time, someone from a rival district snuck over to the school and changed these cement blocks we used to have on the grounds. Our school mascot is the Spartan and these cement blocks spelled out 'Spartans'. Well, the rival district changed the blocks around to spell out 'Fartans'.
GodrictheGriffon Joined: 27 December 2006 Posts: 3686 Location: Beside the veil, waiting for Sirius.... And Midnight! I wonder how long your location can be?....	Posted: Monday 7 July 2008 08 29 45 am    Post subject: HBP Sneak Peek in topic:HBP Sneak Peek I just saw a sneak peek behind the signs of HBP. Here is a list of what I saw- 1. Matthew Lewis aka Neville has grown a slight beard 2. Emma Watson is blonde and her ezebrows do not move as much as they used to. 3. Everybody on the set has plans to make fun of Ron and Lavander 4. Looks really happy about doing the little kissing scenes with Harry lol 5. Quidditch is back and theyäve changed the uniforms to have leather shoulder armor. Ron is trzing out in this movie and is really excited. They say that it is going to be slap stick quidditch. 6. The black family tree was there. I have no clue what that was about. It is on youtube somewhere but I forgot the title so just search Harry Potter 6 behind the scenes.
Phoenix in the Ashes Joined: 23 January 2005 Posts: 5120 Location: Wandering around the RPG Area	Posted: Thursday 12 April 2007 10 32 51 pm in topic:Hogwarts '06/7 Another mystery to unravel in the coming months. After this Quidditch Match will be holidays (have we had Christmas yet?) and then a Quidditch Match between Rav. and Huf. that nobody can compete in, so everyone can just be spectators and play it out as a story... doesn't matter who wins. After that the Hogwarts Quidditch Team will be selected, the one going on the tournament - there won't be any Quidditch Cup this year, those other games are just trials. So then trainings... and then the Interschool Quidditch Tournament, where something is bound to go wrong (muahaha). Now 2006/2007 was actually the school year that was supposed to hve the Triwizard Tournament, as it's held ever 4 years and it was held 1994/1995 in Harry's time. But when the Interschool Quidditch Tournament is held... there will be a Ball. The Tournament will be held in late March/early April (RPG time). That's all. After that they'll be study, revision etc... then exams. Then the school year concludes, as does the scenario. And we then have a number of options... a holiday one, or straight to a 07/08 one perhaps... whatever.