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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\"         Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| The new block, Shadowmoor, comes out this May, for all those who care.
Spoiler List. May be incomplete. Some have pictures Discuss. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Name: Sylvester Erbe
Age: 28 Sex: Male Home Region: Kanto Replicator: Yes; Gengar Appearance: Tall, with dark, semi-purplish skin as a side effect of the Replication process. has two stiff, strange horns coming from the top of his head, which resemble Gengar horns. His back is covered in sharp scales, another side-effect. They resemble shark scales, and are meant to be a Gengar's back spines. Short, spiky, black hair. Casual smoker, but not as much as his friend, Madison. Background: TBA. All I know is that he and Madison are great friends. Name: Madison Falon Age: 25 Sex: Female Home Region: Kanto Replicator: Yes; Skuntank Appearance: Pretty unusual. Surprisingly hot. Wears a lot of black, black Dimmu Borgir T-shirt, and very baggy black pants. Tall black boots. Purple dyed hair, very short, but long and arcing over her face, much like Skuntank's tail, with her hair going to blond at the tips. Very angry, and swears a lot. Heavy smoker; kinda fits her Skuntankish persona. Background: TBA. All I know is that she and Sylvester are great friends. |
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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Originally posted by ThexBeat it tonight; 14:09. Did it on the console, sadly did not have a screenshot, so I can't exactly back up my claim. I felt this was bump-worthy.
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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Hahaha! edit: Shit, that didn't work.... Ah, well. (Last edited by Raoh on 04-30-08 03:20 AM)
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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Originally posted by DarkSlayaCANDLE SNIFFING FUCK FENCE GO CLIMB A WALL OF DICKS 
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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heres a big drunken fuck you to lowes
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who spent TWO HOURS of my time to give me an interview, then never got back to me. bunch of faggots.
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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Every day, when I’d walk home from the elementary school on One Hundred Fourteenth Street, I’d pass by Russo’s Butcher Shop. Oftentimes, my mother would give me some money to buy some chopped beef or chicken breast for dinner on the way back home, but I didn’t mind. Anthony Russo was a good man. He was in his early thirties, with thinning hair, and a full, jolly belly. He was always really nice to me, and he’d give my family deals sometimes since I’d frequent his shop quite a bit.
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One day, though, something changed. It was a chilly March afternoon, and as I walked past Russo’s storefront in my cap and coat, there was a “closed” sign hanging on the door. It was strange; Mr. Russo always had the store open every weekday, and was never closed up. "Maybe he’s sick today", I thought. I packed up my thoughts and continued back home. My mother wasn’t very happy about me not bringing back the pork chops like she asked me to do, but I don’t think she was too mad at me, personally. After all, I had no control over the hours of a store that I didn’t own. The next day, after school, I went back to the shop, and once again, the store was closed up tight, and I began to feel suspicious. What the heck is Mr. Russo thinking, not coming to work in two days? As nameless, faceless people passed by on the streets, I fingered out some older man in a hat and suit, probably on his way to work, and asked him politely, yet pleadingly if he knew what had happened to Mr. Russo. The man spoke quickly through his mustache as his eyes seemed to droop, either with emotion or with age; I couldn’t tell. He told me that Anthony Russo was dead; died a few nights ago. He didn’t know the details, but wished me the best of luck as he said his farewell and disappeared into a mass of people across the road. Time felt like it was stopped, as the towering buildings loomed over me, once with great strength and pride, now like gigantic, granite judges who just sentenced a man to death. I couldn’t believe my ears. I stood there, spellbound by some kind of force. I never knew anyone that died, and this new turn of events was a strange new concept for me. I didn’t want to believe it, so I asked someone else; this time, a middle aged lady in a blouse and skirt with her blonde hair all done up, and shopping bags in her hands. She gave me the same response, and apologized for whatever reason before turning away and leaving me in my new inherent misery. I must’ve stood in front of that storefront for a good ten minutes before I rubbed away the rogue tears that were trying to build up in my eyes before crashing down to the peninsula of my chin. When I finally got home, my mother immediately interrogated me with questions as to why I didn’t bring the pork chops home for a second time in a row. I told her that Mr. Russo was dead. She brought her hand up to her mouth in a slight gasp. I thought she wasn’t going to believe me, but, for some reason she did. It wasn’t typical in 1952 to believe a child when they give a story about why they didn’t complete a certain task, or do something just right, but for some strange reason, she accepted this story as unreserved truth. After a dinner of potatoes and vegetables (since we apparently had no pork chops), I decided I wanted answers as to why someone as young as Mr. Russo died so abruptly. I sat quietly on the landing of the stairs, covertly, trying to listen in on a conversation my mother and father were trying to have in private. I could hear their whispers as I was perched above them in the darkness of the hallway, like a sniper, getting my prey of information in my line of sight before I pulled the trigger, and all answers would be solved by a bullet made of sense. I distinctly picked out several words and phrases that I had never heard before; particularly, ‘mob’, and ‘knocked off’. I didn’t know what they meant, and finding that there was nothing of any consequence to be made out of what was said, I put the conversation I heard in the back of my brain and slept on it. It didn’t make sense. Life didn’t make much sense, though, at times. Millions of questions flooded my head that night, and I had dreams of Mr. Russo being clonked in the head by an angry mob of people in the streets. Mr. Russo’s death was the first one of many that I’d be associated with. Brooklyn was a strange place in these times, and I had to wonder how much longer I’d be stuck here before I could finally leave, and be away from the mobs of people indiscriminately knocking people out. Word Count: 852 (Last edited by Raoh on 05-07-08 03:46 PM)
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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You won't see me there. RO is a dead game. It was fun while it lasted, but the lack of new things to do is a major put off, and not a whole lot of people really play it anymore.
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I have many qualms with the game, I'm just not going to post them right now.
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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I never liked Mortal Kombat.
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I'd be much happier to see Marvel vs. Capcom vs. SNK, or something along those lines.
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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Originally posted by NagisI'm gonna go ahead and go with the latter on this one. Our legacy has stretched beyond what I could've thought imaginable. After the bullshit that happened with Evo and the domain, I thought we were finished. But no. We're still here, and we're still family. All good things must come to an end. But not quite yet. It's not time. It's not time, and you know that, Xeo. When the real time comes, you'll feel it in your gut. I love you all, don't ever change, and please don't euthanize the board, Xeo! (Last edited by Raoh on 05-15-08 11:23 AM)
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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World of Warcraft is good. It is gripping, intuitive, and you'll find yourself doing quests for hours on end. It is well worth the 15 bucks a month, especially if you have the money and can afford it.
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Global PVP is one of the highlights, and Arenas and battlegrounds only further it. It's an incredible experience that blows just about everything RO had out of the water. RO had one cool thing; the Card system. I liked that. Everything else is exactly has Ryan described; bland, boring, nondescript grinding with next to no quests. Still, I cherish the time I DID spend on TwilightRO and StarlightRO (which was well over a year).
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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Code name if any: Hat Man Age: 107 Race: Demon Race Category: Shapeshifter Organization: DS Organization Branch: Black Ops Hair: Pitch Black Eyes: Red Skin tone: Unknown Outfit: Unknown; however, his form reveals that he wears a trenchcoat and a 1950s style fedora. Abilities: Shapeshifting, Shadow magic Brief History: Hat Man was the incarnation of the blackest of hatreds spanning over the past century. Pulled from the swirling vortex of unreality, Hat Man found pleasure in making chaos and causing havoc. Seeing that the DS was formed would give more meaning to his increasingly boring lifestyle, he reluctantly joined their ranks. Hat Man is a recognizable character that many people misperceive as an illusion or hallucination.
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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Hat Man stood within the confines of the shadows. Delegated to home base for the Black Ops, the leader of the department got the message, and his eyes narrowed, either in fury or in pleasure. He spoke raspy words through the twisting nether of his form. "I'm going."
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At the scene of the action, the shadows in the background grew bold and pronounced, and Hat Man made his entry, and stared at the aggressor. "They will run. Perhaps I will not." His words were ice as they scratched against the air. This man in the long black coat seemed very familiar. (OOC: I am going about this the right way, right?)
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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Farewell, Colin. I love ya, bro.
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Taken from the Asbury Park Press website in New Jersey: "WALL — A father and son from Wall were killed early this morning in a two-vehicle accident in Stafford County, Va., and the other son is in critical condition, authorities said. Killed were Peter W. Baubles, 64, and Colin M. Baubles, 21, Virginia State Police Sgt. Terry S. Luce said. Peter Evan Baubles was air-lifted to Washington Hospital Center, in Washington, D.C., according to Virginia State Police Sgt. Les Tyler. The extent of his injuries remains unknown at this time, Luce said. Peter W. Baubles and Colin Baubles were pronounced dead at the scene of the 1:45 a.m. crash, Luce said. The father was driving a 2000 Pontiac Grand Am that crashed into the rear of a tractor trailer at mile marker 146 on Interstate 95, Luce said. The cause of the accident remains unknown and is being investigated by Patrolman J.C. Jeanty, Luce said. Stafford County Fire and Rescue Department responded to the scene, as well as the Office of Medical Examiners, Luce said. Condolences and prayers also may be expressed in Eulogies." I hope that my words can reach you Colin, even though I'm expressing them on an indiscriminate messageboard in cyberspace: Even though we never really hung out, I've always admired and respected you, Colin. You and I had a lot of fun, and you stood up for me when I needed your support. Even though were a jock, you respected me a person, which was more than anyone else from the football team ever did for me. I never got a chance to say goodbye when I moved away, and now that you're gone, I will never live down the regret I feel. Goodbye, my friend. May you find peace and rest wherever you may be now.
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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WHY THE FUCK DID I HAVE TO MOVE TO MAINE GAH I HATE THINGS AND STUFF ALSKTRLAHVLAIHGT |
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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This is just not fair. I never got a chance to see him live.
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I shoulda prayed to Joe Pesci; I woulda at least had a 50% chance that he coulda lived. 
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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I think the hardest things to do would make allll the characters kinda balanced, and the second hardest thing would be designating character tiers. |
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Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days
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Ok, I've been trying to follow this show on [adult swim] for some time now, and I completely fail to see the appeal to it. It's got the same voice actors as every other anime. I close my eyes, and I hear Ichigo.
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It has the same character archetypes, the typical scenario in the same basic setting and time as many other shows, and relatively sub-par shojo-esque style art. I really just don't see what people see in this, especially after watching Berserk, Jojo's, the newer Fist of the North Star movies, Black Lagoon and the such. Would someone care to enlighten me as to why this is such a (supposedly) good series? (restricted) | | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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