I support this, and I would suggest a ten person limit for normal members, possibly a fifteen limit for Premium, and twenty for Staff. Or maybe I'm just being a bit noob-ish and suggesting stuff that would wreck the natural balance of KHV's universe.
This is really good! The scythe is indeed really large, and I believe you have it done pretty well. The shape of the blade is very accurate as well; I'm sure that Soul (Whom is the main character, and morphs into the Scythe for Maka to use) would be very proud.
Most likely. With Ven's heart being sent to Roxas, and then Roxas being merged back within Sora, so did Ven's heart. So Sora now has his own heart, and Ven's. Spoiler Exactly how Sora will awaken Ventus in Kingdom Hearts III, or whatever game that happens in.
Ninjas? In my internets? It's more likely than you think. Welcome to our lovely home, where your soul will be obliterated and replaced with a tiny Keyblade, locking you to this place for all eternity. 'Nother Zelda fan. I like this girl already.
I would like to object.
Forever Knowledgeable about bees and flowers.
So you want me to sex you up so that I can take your sweet juices to my brothers and sisters? Gladly.
Feeling like a badass adventurer when you pretend the floor is lava and you expertly maneuver around it.
Standing beneath the shadow of the monstrosity before him, Michael' legs are literally shaking beneath him. A false courage rises into his blue eyes, as he raises his dagger in preparation for the enemy to strike. "C'mon! You can't take me out! This blade's the sharpest iron around!" he bluffed, unknowingly allowing the monster to to think the blade would simply pass through him. "Hah! Demigod isn't too bright!" the Cyclopes guffawed, lunging at Michael, aiming for his throat. "Stop! What's going on here?!" a voice echoed throughout the alleyway, averting both their attention to the source. A police officer aiming a gun at the beast. "Put the knife down!" A knife...? Is he talking about my dagger...? No, he's glaring right at this cyclopes... Michael thought, both he and the cyclopes fixated on the police officer. "Humans. Time wasting things!" the beast cried out, once again lunging his arms out at Michael, pinning him to the wall by the throat. Gunshots began to be fired, startling the Cyclopes' sensitive hearing, causing him to drop the young adversary. "Gah...Where's my dagger?! Did I drop it?!" he cried, landing on the ground on his hands and knees, scrounging for the misplaced blade. Repeated gunshots were still firing, as Michael noticed that every bullet was simply bouncing off, or phasing through the cyclopes' large frame. "Ah-Hah! Here it is!" he cried with relief, plucking the dagger from a mess of garbage, and scrambling over behind the officer, whom was finally beginning to register that bullets wouldn't be too effective against this thing.
These kind of things are never right to do, no matter the reason. I do indeed feel great sympathy, though. I'm one that always thinks things through the the worst, or to make someone seem more well-natured than they should appear. For an example of my strange thought process, I'll be playing Minecraft or something, kill a pig, (I'm using the mod Baby Animals) and then see a nearby piglet. "Did I just kill it's mother?", and that sort of thing. This woman may have a reason for it, but there is always SOME kind of subconscious/conscious reason. Children may be struggling for food, she may be homeless and in need of shelter of some kind. Et cetera.
I believe it would be great having posts count in the RP Section; As long as some form of way to make sure one liners or inadequate roleplay posts won't count. This will be a great edition, seeing how I've seen someone with around six posts, but always posting in the roleplay section.
Zter was banned? What for? .-.
I just saw it as more of a disguise. Maybe just another dark mask under his bandages...
How cool, every day of the year holds a special day in history. I enjoy reading all of these, it reminds me of looking up what all has happened on one's birthday.
