Hahah, I'm afraid I've never watched Vocaloid... I'd like to try it sometime, seeing that quite a few people from this forum like it. Have you...
"Hello passengers, this is your pilot speaking - We will be landing momentarily. We hope you've enjoyed flying with us!" "Finally...I get to check out a few of the sights of New York. I could go and see Lady Liberty... Central Park? Empire State Building... Maybe I can ask someone which one I'm closest too. That shall be my destination." Michael muttered to himself, entering the airport's main building. "Excuse me, sir?" he approached a security guard, figuring news of his exploits in Boston wouldn't have reached New York quite yet. "Yes, young man?" the guard glanced at him, standing at his position, ready for any disturbances in the building. "Can you tell me what tourist attraction is nearest here?" "Erm, I believe the Empire State Building is the closest. Go out the main entrance, and turn right. Once you get to a main road, go left, and go around the block. I believe it's located there." the guard motioned with his hands as he explained the location of the building. "Right, thank you, sir!" Michael called out, walking out of the large building. "Let's see...Turn...Right, then keep going until I get to a main street..." he muttered to himself, pacing his steps to make sure he was going the right way. Once he found the correct roads, he could make out the Empire State Building in the distance. "Ah-hah...There it is...", he began to jog to it, stopping abruptly, when he noticed a bit of turmoil occurring around him. "...I was hopin' I'd get a break... Why is it always me that has to deal with this stuff?!" he whispered harshly to no one in particular. {OOC} Hyuge, I believe you said that you are in charge of any and all claimings, correct?
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I just thought the CoL that Terra threw Ventus through was the same thing they used to get to the Lanes Between. Like how they use the power of their Keyblade Glider to open one up, getting to the Lane Between. Terra maybe used a fusion of Dark and Light abilities to create a CoL that functions like a CoD, transportation of some sort. Or, y'know, time skipping to Ventus getting to Destiny Islands.
This is indeed true. Dun try to cause seizures, it's a quite scary thing. My mother has them. But not the ones caused by flashing lights.
Oh, wow...I saw this on the MSN news thingy, and I am really impressed with this. But with everything impressive, there is something greater. We'll end up with fifty foot crocodiles and thirty foot birds. Then the crocodile can have a proper dentist. I love those little crocodile-teeth cleaning birds
I still beg to differ.
Can you repeat step two again? I seem to've gotten lost somewhere in your instructions.
I agree with this. When Aqua unlocked Castle Oblivion, it changed so much, it was incapable to tell it was the same place, had we not seen Aqua do this. It's probably just random mountains and light that were in the world of Castle Oblivion at the time, because, I don't believe anything of "Land of Departure" was left.
I...I don't know... Why do I play this...? I think the reason I first picked up Kingdom Hearts II because it looked cool... Disney characters and Final Fantasy? Sign me up. I've continued to play for the thrilling story, mostly. Along with amazing graphics and gameplay.
Ooh, hahaha, yeah. My original plan was to get to New York because of the chase anyways, so I stuck with it. Would be interesting for one to end...
I would say the whole journey took around a month or two, maybe much more, five months max. They have to fly a ship all the way from one world to another, travel across each world, et cetera. The game's form of "time" is determined by how much is completed by the Player, though in game, it may be a few months.
Like Chris said,limit Vm's to friends if you want... But the restricts me Personally from making friends. Truthfully, a full block feature would put some People more peace at mind
Welcome to the forums! Be sure to read rules, yadayada FAQ. Make some friends, and good luck!
Oh, what did you mean by me not playing along in the Gods of the Deep Greek thing? Did I misread something and you were being sarcastic? D:
It's been proven that a "sugar high" is a simple myth. You have no excuse for your idiocy. :D
wut I'm...Kind of still new...What is this "if" fad... That is, if I don't know already... Nope I don't
I am stalked by this ad. Seriously, I see it everywhere... .-. I'm not interested in you, politics. The most I'm ever involved in politics is that I know that Hitler would be the perfect president. /sarcasm And this is a lie. I never google politics...
"Kid! Stay behind me!" the officer muttered absently to Michael, whom was gripping his dagger tightly. "Tch. As if!" he cried, dodging his way back into the battle, as the officer began to pull his taser from his belt. "Hey! Back away!" the officer yelled out, not able to really do anything with a child in the way. "Silly kid! Steel not effective against my impenetrable body!" the cyclopes said in triumph, believing the fight was won, from Michael's earlier bluff, it may actually have given him an advantage. With a quick leap over a low swiping attack, Michael attempted to attack, swiping at the beast diagonally, slicing his head. "Bwah! In Hades' name...!" the monster cried out, his last moments on the earth, as he began to flutter in a drifting powder. "Wow...Did I really accomplish that...?" Michael muttered to himself, washing the powder begin to float away on a breeze. "K-Kid! Stop right there!" the cop cried, beginning to slowly approach Michael, taser drawn. "What? That thing tried to kill me! If anything, I should be given a medal or something..." he said harshly, pushing himself aside the officer, beginning to jog away, if some form of chase began, he would be able to get at least a bit of a head start. The cop began to run after Michael, whom simultaneously pick up speed, running down the Boston streets. Place to ditch this guy...Where is one... Michael began to scan his surroundings, seeing an upcoming turn into an airport, began to play out several outcomes in his head. He turns the corner, seeing a group of back-up called by the first officer. Successfully makes it into a large crowd, losing the officer's trail. Forced to board a plane, going to any random area. So many conclusions came to mind. Finally, the moment of truth arrived, he turned the sharp corner, hightailing it through the airport's door. Airport security began to follow, once the officer burst in, and asked for back-up. They obviously weren't the most competent people to be a form of law enforcement, but that didn't mean they weren't a danger. They were playing a basic game of cat and mouse. Michael weaving in and out of crowds of people, while the guards and officer cut him off, and he just sidestepped and began anew. "This is beginning to get irritating..." Michael muttered under his heaving breathes, running as fast as he could, beginning to lose his adversaries. He quickly found a ticket booth, quickly yelling to the cashier-person-thing, "Give me the soonest leaving plane outta here!", placing a wad of money on the desk. He had grabbed quite a bit of his mother's bank account and from home, before he left for good. "The soonest leaving plane is f-" the attendant began, but cut off by Michael's urgency. "Good. Good, give me that!" he hastily grabbed the ticket, dashing away as the security guards, accompanied with the officer reached the desk. They chased to no avail, as he ran down a bit of escalators, shoving aside whomever was in his way. Once finally at the plane, handing in his ticket, he sunk into a plush seat. Apparently the lady had given him a First-Class Ticket. Had he really given them that much cash? No matter to him, he had finally lost the police, presumably finally hidden in a sea of people. "Once again shifting towns...Where am I heading this time...? Cambridge? Weymouth?" his self-thoughts were suddenly cut, as the pilot's voice came over the speaker. "Hello passengers, this is your pilot speaking. We are ready for take-off, we hope you have a great flight, and we should be in New York City should take around an hour, so just sit back and relax..." New York City...? "This should prove very interesting..." Michael muttered to himself, pulling the plane's seat belt around himself, feeling the plane begin to move along the runway.
Herro. I'm sorry to randomly lololdisturb you by randomly creeping around; but, I must ask. Is your little profile picture thing from Soul Eater?...
