Power Rangers is the sh*t Also, did anyone else imagine Argus as a normal person, just with eyes everywhere?
Is it bad that I'm disliking him more and more? D:
Amaing indeed. Amazing, even.
Hellhound spoiler seems to be the same picture as the Cyclopes one.
I really like this! It could be pretty useful for some people, so they could sort of specify what time they would be able to log on, or times they would be unable to be online. And for simple social reasons.
Bah, all the way in Boston. May have a bit of trouble even keeping my lad alive - Unless he ends up claimed of course. Shadow Travel - Awaaaaaaay!
I swear I heard of this a year or two ago... It's such a strange thing to occur, I wonder how her physical appearance has changed in the years she was supposed to be growing up. She could honestly be a great hold to scientific discovery, and a bright future for the scientific industry.
"Demigod! Where are you?!" a gruff call echoed through the alley system of Boston, Massachusetts. Foul beasts...Where do they all come from...? a sixteen year old Michael Handen thought to himself, curling between the space behind a group of trashcans and a dumpster, a towering behemoth of a man near. "One-Eyed mongrel..." he muttered, his dark T-Shirt being cut at a few spots and his dark jeans tattered and dirty, his position behind a group of trashcans wasn't much help to him. "Ah! You are here! Dirty dirty Demigod." the cyclopes had discovered his position; the acute hearing of these dimwitted beasts would be Michael's downfall. "Trashcan isn't good hiding place!" it cried, merely kicking one of the three he was behind over, toppling onto his curled body, along with various trash items, banana peels, and other bits of random grime. "So I see your poor eyesight isn't a factor here..." Michael groaned, rolling himself from the trashcan's debris, standing up to the cyclopes. "Bring it on, eye-candy." he chuckled at his lame insult, slipping his daggar from his pocket, pulling the small sheath from its blade, pointed it confidently at the cyclopes. "Tch, I'm not falling victim to the likes of you.", a smirk on his face.
Cool bro. I shall choose a more suitable sword then. I wonder if a Claymore is more Greek...
I bet it would be amaing, eh? Best time of your life, bro.
( I'm just assuming Maka's little time-skip is after Kayate has time to say something else to Kiki, so if a small error is made here, please, say so. ) "Kiki..." Kayate muttered the name under his breath, as if it was something quite remarkable and important, "It's a lovely name, Kiki." he said to her, sliding down the wall, next to where her head was placed in her lying position. "Y'know, we could go now, at any time. I can carry you again..." he muttered, brushing a bit of hair from her face. Something he'd never really do. After a bit of a simple rest, Kayate glances around. "I hear something. Kiki." A quick analysis of the sound ran through his mind; Too soft to be a Ghoul. Too loud to be a predator of some sort. Help has arrived. Too late for any more time together, it's a shame... I think..."Kiki, I believe your help is here. I gravely apologize, I will not be with you anymore. You may see some signs of me. G'bye!" he whispers softly to her, a bit of a smile on his face, as his body begins to seemingly fade from existence. "Good luck." his voice emits from the empty-looking space next to Kiki, as he stands from his position and begins to stand a bit aside, waiting for the saviors.
Have you ever read the InkHeart trilogy? They're great books in my opinion. Fantasy, I believe is what they'd be genre'd as. It's basically about a man who is able to read in such a way, that he is able to cause whatever he reads, to become true - but he can't control it. He caused two horrid antagonist from a book, "Ink Heart" to be brought to life. Whenever something like this occurs, one other human must be sacrificed into the book. His wife was put into the book, as the two antagonists prepare to somehow take over this world. Epic battles and such are then held. This book sounds really lame when I explain it. >:
Wow...Erm...This is one of the strangest things I've read here on KHV. It's obviously a prank, though. Probably by some teenagers, feeling mischievous. But...Why take the time to do all of this...It's just so...Yeah.
Mm,I believe Data-Heartless Sora has the ability to feed off of the Journal Entries because he is just such a... I'm not sure how to put this...a Special part of the memories in the journal. Heartless-Sora created Roxas, which led to so much more. And Heartless-Sora's time was so brief, maybe it's slight bridge of darkness expanded somehow, being it's own personal entity of data.
Ventus all the way. Like the post before me, Ventus was travelling across the universe; making friends, while searching for a friend. His strong determination and will are a key reason why he's my favorite. Also, Spoiler that he sleeps unconsciously at the top of Castle Oblivion, what a plot twist that was...
username: Kayate character's name: Michael Handen age: Sixteen godly parent: Hades weapon they have/will have: Is it alright if he currently has a daggar, but gets a katana or a sword of some sort when the story progresses? appearance: (I always have a hard time finding a picture of what I want, so I'll simply describe his appearance. Use your imagination, y'know?) Jet black hair that is constantly simply tuffled up, never bothered to fix it, of course, unless for a special occasion - Which never occurs, running from dangers and such. His hair reaches down to about his jawline, with his bangs to the tip of the nose. A very light blue eye color, looking a bit out of place with such bright colors, with him wearing mainly dark clothes. A slightly pointed chin. A scar that begins at his temple, that runs down his cheek, ending at his chin, caused by a HellHound that he subsquently randomly flailed at with his dagger, his flails ended up killing the beast. what location you are starting at: Boston, Massachusets. how long you've been on the run [if you're only 15 or 16 it can't be more than a couple months]: Seven Months backstory: Born in Cambridge, Massachusets, his mother had always seemed to be a strange sort. Never allowing him a cell phone, or computer, claiming that, "They'll be able to find you!". Michael had always simply believed she meant something like rapists and murderers, being over-paranoid about the whole thing. He of course, was a happy child, more or less, until he entered his early fourteen - Whom he was led to believe was his biological father randomly left the household, no clue as to where he had gone or why. Michael had looked up to the man, and felt as if his main source to a guide in his life had left. His mother had also seemed to bottle up, her love and husband gone. He became a bit of a cold one. At fifteen, a form of Monster had attacked, subsequently destroying his small household, and killing his mother in the process, as she had taken the time to distract it, forcing her son out of the house. other: He is simply a wandering soul at this point, and docking in Boston, as the constant barrage of monster attacks are always keeping him busy; Fleeing for his life, or fighting for it, with no knowledge of why this continuously occurs. And, ready for the adventure, of course.
angel beats. Only thirteen episodes. Laughs and tears.
Because you reference yourself to be in a nice thread? p-o Derp. I voted for Maka, she's just so sweet to everyone <3
Welcome back! Great to have you back from your horrifying adventures into the open world outside the sanctuary barrier of your front door. Yadayadayada, rules and FAQ. Have fun, make some friends, never dare to venture from your computer, less you want the deadly curse of sarcasm to invade.
I cannot wait for this game... Dream Drop Distance is indeed shrouded in mystery, with a lack of news about it. I find it really cool; the whole Sliding on rooftops, and Riku's wall-jumping.
