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Then there's no such thing as good programming.

Amaury, you're completely missing the point to defend bad programming choices just because you enjoy it. I enjoy bad music, but that doesn't make Ke$ha any better just because I'm a fan.

Oh, I can market to girls.

That's not what she's arguing. She's talking about how as a channel (and arguably, a company), Disney has drastically decreased this kind of thing for the sake of humor. And not all of the programming she's talking about are cartoons; the minority of them are, in fact.

Erm, I wasn't sure about Nintendo adaptations of non-Nintendo games, but looking at the rules, I didn't include one about the situation so I'll allow them~
Woo, things are getting good. That said, my internet issue is virtually fixed (my own is still down, but I discovered a way to get on daily). However, we're still going to be going a bit slow since @. : tale_wind is away on vacation for a bit. Things are going to be moving along, I just don't want to leave him behind (since I need his characters for something coming up). That said, I'm still waiting on @Otoya Takechi and @Prince_of_Hearts to post. You two have until the end of week before your characters are scratched off :/

EDIT: Also, I bumped Snake and Sonic to the meeting to get things going~

http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=54390
"Movie-style" trailer was released at Comic Con.

Zitz angled his head quizzically. Race? Seriously? On those tiny legs? And regardless of what Squirtle said, it was still a turtle, right? The 'Toad let out a laugh that came out surprisingly like a croak. "You should learn to pick your battles, little shellman!" He exclaimed as he tapped Ritz on the back (albeit with a bit too much force). "Watch this!" In an instant and with incredible speed, the Battletoad crouched, his knees level with his head, sprung forward over Ritz and Squirtle, threw a leg out, and catapulted himself forward off of another tree before flipping through the air and landing on his webbed feet on the other side of the fallen tree. "That's what a Battletoad is!" He exclaimed. That's when he looked forward and realized they weren't alone. "Oh, hey, Terra! You found some, too, eh?" He grinned as he looked around at the motley crew before him.

With a gentle smile, the warrior woman nodded. "Well, actually, they came to me," she explained to her comrade. "Zitz, meet Luigi, Miles Edgeworth, Knuckles, Serena, Calem, Crystal, May, and Roxas." She motioned to each one of them before being introduced to the two that Zitz found. "It also seems that we have more arriving..." she noticed as two shadows of opposing heights waltzed into view. With another gentle smile in their direction, Terra waved, "Welcome, heroes."

"Sonic!" Knuckles jumped at the sight of the hedgehog. "You are here! This is somehow your fault, right?!"

Calem nodded awkwardly at the introductions until he noticed one of the newcomers. "Hey, that's a Squirtle! I hatched one from my Blastoise's egg just the other day!"

I haven't seen past episode 2 of Season 2 of Korra, but I would have been really angry if I was tagged in this thread and then spoiled for the week.

Here's a short promo from Comic Con giving an exact number for Flash's speed (which shouldn't be too surprising considering the mph he had to break in the pilot) and teasing a villain (who was also teased in Episode 1!) and Ray Palmer, a.k.a. the Atom, who will be played by Brandon Routh on Arrow, season 3.

To top off Wonder Woman's costume reveal (which I think is great, though a little more color would be nice), we also have a teaser shown at SDCC. Unfortunately, I didn't see the footage anywhere, BUT we do have a recap of it AND a look at Batman in...Bat-Armor.

Oh and of course


Also, close-up of Batfleck:

You don't like screwdrivers? What's wrong with you?

...Yes?

Firing three arrows consecutively, Sky hit a Zombie with one to the chest and one to the neck and stopped it. The final arrow hit one in the leg, bringing it down, but not killing it. Gunshots from the gate were clearly audible and the Watchman couldn't help but wonder if the citizens were worried at the noise. Without warning, Sky saw a few others wander into what was now a battlefield and join in. He cursed them under his breath for their recklessness, but was glad to see that they were actually of some help. At least the guards from within the gate were easily dispatching the underground Zombies as they rose, leaving those to not be a threat. If it wasn't for the fact that, as a Watchman, Sky knew the wall extended well into the ground and there were other...safeguards against Scares, this would night would be horror movie material. Thankfully, they wouldn't be able to breach the gate just yet. "Come on, keep it comin'...unload into all these bastards," he muttered to himself before striking down the hurt Zombie. As it fell, its body rolled onto its back and looked up...at Sky. "What?" He gasped, lowering his bow in disbelief. He slowly raised it again and looked through the scope, but the Zombie was dead. The chill in his spine, though? That remained. "There's no way that thing could see me at this distance," he reassured himself. Zombies didn't really...see like humans did. Even if its intelligence was intact, somehow, it wouldn't have made eye contact with him...its deteriorated body wouldn't have let it...so why was he so sure that they had met eyes?

He shook the thought and picked up his radio. "We're looking good from the rafters. I only see a few more, 6 actually-no, Josh, 6, not five." As the fellow Watchman argued numbers, Sky looked down. "4 o'clock from the gate. There's one rising, man, that's the sixth-erm, five now." He corrected himself after one of the Zombies' head blew open, sniped from above. "Nice shot..." He muttered to whichever Watchman took the shot.

Sam scowled at Frida before leaning. "The joke, my dear, is this unnecessary hostility between us." He continued to lean towards her, the collar of his shirt starting to hang loose. Beneath it, the edge of some kind of marking poked out onto his skin. "Maybe poor ol'Sammy did somethin' to ya in the past, but I don't recall gettin' on your bad side," he growled, nonthreatening, almost sounding like an inquisitive cat. "Regardless of that fact, or any other fact for the matter of this conversation that ya and I are havin', beautiful, I personally think -and I'm sure, considerin' recent actions on your behalf- that this little...groupin' -for lack of a better term- is somethin' that isn't gonna work out for either of us," it came out in a very nonchalant and suave manner. Sam had a habit, especially around the opposite sex, to adopt that tone and make his sentences unnecessarily long, whenever he wanted to avoid an argument without losing it. "So, with all of the aforementioned said, I think it past time for little Sammy here to take his leave." Without giving her, or anyone else, a chance to object, Sam pushed his seat back and headed towards the professor. "Hey, teach. May I, if ya would ever so kindly allow it, switch into Hank's group? At least that kid knows his science." ​

And you will now become part-Xehanort.

Well, we don't want the world to know.

This annoys me, too. Albeit it's mostly a consistency issue for me. I don't change my avatar much, but I hate that I can't preview it when I do change it. It's usually change it, then go look at a post to see it. Don't like how it comes out? Change it back and keep working on it. Or if I'm trying out different avatars, then it's the same process many times over. And like I said, I don't like how I can preview other things, but not the avatar. Too inconsistent for my tastes.

Ears perked, nose wiggling, lips curved, and pupils dilated marked the face of a young man as he looked up. A yawn attempted to escape the lips that imprisoned it, but it was pushed back down into captivity once more. Green eyes darted left to right to left to up, back to right, down for some reason, and once more to the left for good measure before settling on a quintet of students standing upside down on the ceiling. As his pupils regained their normal size, Zauriel l'Zrael reached up and rested his metal-clad hand in his hair, his bare fingers playing with individual strands. His other hand rested between his knees, gripping the beam tightly. As the crowd on the ceiling grew, Zauriel realized that he may have been late for the Trials. "Ah, how inconvenient a construct is the thing we call time," he mused. And it was true. Neither the dragons of Eridis nor griffins of Belniru paid much mind to the time of humans. The sun, the stars, the moon, the winds, flowing rivers, colors of trees, and the rest of the natural world dictated the time that they should follow, and yet, Zauriel had to follow man's time. Instead of being here 'before sunset' or something, he was required to be here by a specific minute of the hour of the day. Why, they might as well have given him the exact second that he should arrive and take away that natural freedom!

As his now blue eyes watched the quintet of students walking above him, he recognized Kendric, a friend from back home. A smile revealed two sharpened teeth. Ah, Kendric. Zauriel now remembered how he had fallen asleep here. He had arrived early (if the administration required him a time to be here by, then he would be here as early as he wanted to!), snuck into a window a friendly squirrel had shown him weeks before, and found a nice resting place while he waited. Now that Kendric was here, Zauriel decided to hop to the roof and join in the fun. "And what fun these Trials are!" He exclaimed optimistically before letting go of the beam. Without warning, Zauriel fell towards the ceiling, as if gravity was pulling a cruel trick on him. Both hands stretched above him fully, palms out, and the green-haired student fell into a perfect handstand near Kendric and dropped to all fours before standing up. With a quizzical look, he gazed up. "Oh, that's right. I was the one on the ceiling!"