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Thread: With all due respect...
Message Edited by JuJutsu on 04-16-2004 08:01 PM
Message Edited by JuJutsu on 04-16-2004 10:49 AM
The sad fact is that some people will never respect people who do things other than fighting. They are so set in their attitude that videogames are about killing people (things) that they can't see beyond it. Pretty much the only thing that would make them respect us is if we killed them in a PvP battle. Just wait until they get me my 250-700 damage curling iron with heavy armor piercing....
Message Edited by Gyopi on 04-16-2004 11:50 AM
LOL, I find that even friends in RL don't respect ID (most I don't tell that I'm an IDers). My wife feels better about me playing an IDer now that I have the title "Plastic surgeon" 
You can't live your life base on what others think.
Don't let it get you down, us girls know the real value of guys who are emotionally mature enough to do something with the creative parts of their brain 
It's sexy when a guy does a crafting or social profession in a game 
Combat guys are a dime a dozen, boooring Fortunately, a happy customer makes all the bad feelings fade away.
Hey now dont get it pretzel-like in herre Image Designers can be a deadly force my Image Designer is one of the deadliest weapons of the Empire. Let me give you some backstory slash-me likes to roleplay and Im part of an Imperial Guild. Project G.H.O.S.T. which stands for Genetic Hybrid Offensive Strike Team. We are a new breed of the Empire who has been accepted for a unique "testing stage" experiment which alters the DNA structure with a virus. This Virus is not fully stable and has some side effects and in my case it combined with Ronin's (my character) Medusa formula which is a temporary solvent for Plastic Surgeory without the painful healing downtime and possible mistakes and potential scarring involved in laser procedures. Well the two formulas gave my character the ability to alter his own Genetic Code through use of mental concentration. So basicly Im the deadliest Shapeshifting Assasins in the Galaxy.
Heres a snippet from one of my roleplaying threads.
Ronin drifted away to the sounds of his Ben'ooufue, his modified Fizz. The sounds of his instrument echoed through the medical center's subspace. He cast a suspicious eye at the hunched over Jennife, her obvious torment radiated to a point where the Bothan man winced slightly. He began to think of the girl's words. "She spoke of a wizard", he thought. This led the Project's newest specimen into deep thought and revery.
**Flashback** It was a warm humid day mongst the lush green lower plains of Acolyten. It was the fourth day of Harvest season and the air was already filled with the sweet aroma of blooming life and other great beauties. *pant* *pant* the Bothan breathed heavily as he soared through the air and grasping the strong Fent tree branch before him. The thick coarse bark abraised his furry hands,but his already inherant momentum was sending him to the next closest branch. " You may be fast brother, but I have your defeat today!" howled the short and skinny Bothan of auburn colored fur. "Dont let your ego blossom my brother, the festival isnt for many moons!" replied the taller and more older looking Bothan with a vengeful smile, many branches ahead of his younger brother. Ronin lunged with all of his strength up ahead to try and catch his eldest brother, but his siblings advice proved true. Loki with greater dexterious moves managed to swing a full three-sisxty around his current branch he held...his roundabout left him behind his brother Ronin and both of them crashing through the cloud of leaves until suddenly they were engulfed in a pool of cool water, air bubbles swirling all about them. The Two brothers began their sibling playfullness for the rest of this day, feuding and competing back and forth all day.
The Third moon of the Harvest season arose brightly into the obsidian sky. A Cool breeze picked up and blew across the Western Hills way beneath the village of Acolyten. Here atop one of the hills,laid out along the green grass were the two brothers. Their attention bound and gagged by the skies. The sounds of the neighboring human village could be heard from these hills. It was forbidden for younglings to leave the village at night and they were obviously endulging in an adventurous and rebellious act. They did not think so, they just enjoyed the music, the dancing, and the laughter of these strange people. Suddenly they were both lifted to their feets by excessive wager of force.
**End Flashback**
Ronin opened his eyes at the intense image he played in his head. He looked over to find Jennife sleeping along one of the medical cots, and Sevio and Durange sharing similar fates. He stopped playing the music,seeing that the girl had been calmed and his job was done. He quickly left the medical center, reluctantly pulling his brown tattered hood over his head as the passing storm began to roll over the Mesa. The Barefoot bothans figure drifted and vanished into the shifting sands...
It was a scorching day on the remote planet of Lok, there three klicks away from the guesstimated location of the rumored Project G.H.O.S.T. Compound, a campground was. Its cluttered habitat was home to none other than Commander Kylak Doniinsor, a human arrogant Surface Marshall of the Rebellion. His second in command a untrustworthy Weequay by the name of Foorngdunt. Foorgdunt joined the Rebellion for his own shrouded personal reasons, and he trusted little to no one. He took an odd eye to the two newest assigned troops of their company. A Twilek Male sharpshooter and a Bothan male Corporal who served as the company's leading mechanic since their last ones unfortunate incident with a minefield.
The daylight began to creep away and nightfall arose over the ocean of dust in the Lok wastelands. There in the night is when the Commander Doniinsor called their mandatory meeting for their upcoming mission. The two human siblings of the group listened attentively as did the Twilek Male,twirling an old rifle scope in his hand while leaning back on the hind legs of his chair. The Weequay man sat cornered between them all his eyes shot quick glances around the room, but his attention seemed to be on the Commanders battle strategy. To the keen eye one could see he was using his right hand to bypass a security check on all of the individuals including the commander, he had only server with this company for a few weeks. All of their records he saved to a holodisc and he continued on with a much better sense of ease and calmness.
The next morning they all awoke to the smell of a good meal being cooked, Drende, the Bothan Corporal stood there barefoot in nothing but some old military pantaloons and a white tank top shirt, his dog collar shot a quick glare over to the Weequays face just as he awoke. Foorngdunt turned away and when he looked back Drende greeted him with a smile and a plate of warm food, the rest of the company shared a similar acquaintance with this man. He really seemed more eager to get to know them then the other newest recruit who obviously had an obscene affection for his rifles. The Commander returned to the encampment tired and in need of both food and water. They all failed to even notice he was missing. Drende heart-fully offere Doniinsor a plate of food with his right hand, and the Commander gladly accepted it. After their morning breakfast they began to tear down camp and get ready for their upcoming mission. The Commander stood on the southeastern cliff of a medium sized sand dune staring to the south, the suspected direction of the Rumored G.H.O.S.T. Compound. "Sir," Drende exclaimed with a scratchy voice standing behind him. "Yes?" Kylak Doniinsor replied with a curious tone. "Might I speak with you in private?" he asked with a serious overtone. The commander nodded with a smile and followed the Bothan Corporal to the main tent. "I think you should abort this mission, Sir" the Bothan started, "There is no way you will ever find the Compound." he said with his back turned to his Superior, the Bothan's eyes fixated on the Rebel insignia stitched to a cloth banner.
in the other tent
Was Foorngdunt. He was examining the profiles and video feeds of all of his company. They all matched their visuals and records and everything seemed normal but something caught his eye just before he tiled his data pad away. His data pad was currently focused on Drende's file, and he read down in very small unnoticeable information that it stated Drende was recently returning from Medical Apprehension after an accident with his right wrist and that he was unable to lift anything over the weight of an apple and required to wear a wrist brace at all times. An Image of their delicious breakfast and Drende handing the Commander his plate flashed through his mind and his eyes grew wide. He quickly hopped to his feet, and ran for the door.
Back in the Main Tent
"You see Commander, you will never get the pleasure of seeing "our" glorious home" The Bothan Male, suspected be known as Drende exclaimed. The Commander's eyebrow raised and his hand started toward his belt-holster but before he could reach it the Bothan male turned facing him and executed three quick movements of his wrist in key pressure points freezing the Surface Marshall in a suspended apprehensive state. Ronin closed his eyes of green color and leaned his head downward, his Muscles expanded.his bodyweight decreased dramatically and his fur began to grow at a rapid rate and even season to a different darker shade, as he looked up his hair was now longer and styled different, and his entire look had changed from the length and protrusion of his nose to the wideness of his ears. His lips curled and a smirk was born on his face.
He cracked his knuckles and a flicked his wrist ever so-slightly a Vibroknuckler rolled round his fingers and locked into his palm and grip. He thrusted it straight for the Commanders forehead but it clanged against a hard durasteel Vibroaxe, Ronin's eyes traced the length of the elongated weapon to see it's opposite end betrothed to the hands of the Weequay known as Foorngdunt, a gashing vicious glare across his face. Foorngdunt retracted his Axe, pulling the wight to the side forced Ronin to take a kneeling position to avoid being cleaved,Foorngdunt's dreadlocks swung over his shoulder the entire process seemed to play in slow motion, both combatants locked in a death stare and a fighting pose as the helpless Surface Marshall watched from his state of Paralysis. The Weequay was very strong and quick with his vibroaxe and he didn't waste anytime with his offensive onslaught attemptes to the short,and small stature bothan male. Ronin played a defensive role blocking all of Foorngdunt's attacks with his meager vibroknuckler. He watched and waited for his opportune moment and he finally saw it, the Weequay had left an opening for him and he took it,delivering a quick side-sweep. It landed against the backside of Foorngdunt's shin sending him to the floor, but his quick reflexes and experience in battle sent him into a backward roll, his vibroaxe pressed to the ground and he used all of his upper-body strength to back-lunge himself back to his feet. A Quick forward thrust toward Ronin's feet immediately followed. With graceful dexterity Ronin hopped from his crouching position right onto the end of the pole-shaft of the elongated weapon, and he sprinted the two meters with incredible balance. His right knee broke bread with Foorngdunt's jaw and a menaceful snap was heard as his neck was broken, Ronin's momentum sent him into a front flip over the weequay and landing in a kneeling position.
What transpired next was a blur, all that was seen was Ronin darting across the desert avoiding blaster bolts from the rest of the company, the commander and weequay were nowhere to be seen, a loud explosion sent fire and dust hurling around in all directions sending the remaining rebels to the ground and spawning an escape for the Bothan assassin who already had took heed of this and sped away in his X34 Land-speeder, the explosion no doubt came from the Main tent, and the smoke could be seen from atop the rumored Compound known as Lost Mesa.
Message Edited by CM_Ronin on 04-18-2004 11:24 PM
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