The Big Pointy One

Hey, woah! I never noticed Cerulean was back! Since when?! Coooool. Oh yeah, and I *think* I had the whole male/female thing pinned... alright, so I didn't, but I knew Gwai was a female from IRC chats and what-not

The person above me has a nick name based on the best of the (female) characters in FF6 ^.^ (Eh, I hope that's actually where you got it from, otherwise, well, I guess I'll have to go into your servitude for an amount of time equal to... whatever you want...) (Yeah, my fave FF6 char is Edgar, so...) She's also really cool ^.^

"I don't need to save..." "Oh look at the cute wittle bunny, hey little bunny, want a carrot? Hey, is he saying something?" or "Oh, it's just a little rabbit, what can it do?"

The person above me has traversed across the planes, and has lived quite some time ^.^ (well, his character, anyways)

The person above me derived their name from RPing (if memory serves) Man, I really need to start talking to more people, 'cause I know nothing about people (Oh well, as long as I don't offend anyone... or something...)

The person above me has an ultra coooool/cuuuuuute avatar! And I don't know much more aside from what's already been said, sadly

The person above me just made me smile, and gave me a (small) confident boost, if nothing else ^.^ Also, he isn't such a bad writer himself, and I have a feeling he'll be getting even better in the future ^.^

The person above me is the nicest person I've ever met, and kinda has that way of giving one a special warm feeling in their heart ^.^

The peson above me I haven't met yet, but seems like an interesting character, who may enjoy a long discussion over a latte.... err, I mean... *Stick runs* (Sorry, just thought I'd do a little craziness....)

There are bees, but no fleas in the Land of Doubles There are many that can see, but none that are blind in the Land of Doubles Pluah

The person above me let me post my siggy on her website, so she rocks!

The person above me is... a terran archmage who likes to rumble, royally. (~shrugs~)

It was not long before Aidan had a chance to vent his emotions. It was sundown on the first day of winter, and snow was slowly building up on the streets and window frames. The marketplaces quickly emptied, and guards made their rounds in heavy fur jackets, more concerned about frostbite than footpads. Aidan himself was walking and thinking himself, like he usually did when night rolled around. Suddenly, a sharp, familiar sound caught his ear, and exploded through his mind. His thoughts were flooded with memories. Fire, screaming, death. His parents. It was the horn of the demons who had raided his village. They had finally regrouped and advanced north. The elves in the southern forest must have failed in dealing with the demonic forces. Reality set back in and Aidan found himself clutching his head, neeling in the snow. Guards were shouting and running around, paying no attention to young Aidan. Then he spotted some cadets from the barracks running towards the gate and grouping into defensive formations. Aidan wiped the tear that had formed beneath his eye away, unsheathed his sword. He rushed to the gate. His superiors were barking orders at him, but he payed them no heed. "Open the gate." The exit out of town was barred, and guards were preparing a barricade. One of the lieutenants said something to him, but he payed it no heed. "Open. The. Gate." This time Aidan caught something. "No, I can't let you through. It's too dangerous. You'll have to wait here in case they break through." He scoffed at that thought. Aidan had waited long enough. He looked straight at the man who had tried talking him out of leaving. The anger and sorrow in Aidan's eyes was like a flame burning so hot and bright, that anyone who couldn't see it would have to be completely blind. Kind of like the sun. "I have nothing to lose, let me through." "I..." Aidan's eyes pierced through the soldier's heart and soul. Such misery, he couldn't help but demand the desperate man's wish be granted. "Fine. I'll let you out. May the light shine upon your soul, young..." "Aidan. Aidan Serradin." "Alright Aidan. Go through. Mercy upon you." After Aidan was through, and the gate was sealed the soldier couldn't help but feel a portion of what Aidan was feeling. "Alright, everyone to bows! We're going to give that lad all the cover we can muster." The troops surrounding him looked puzzled. "DO IT! NOW!" Everyone sheathed whatever weapons they were holding and brought out bows, crossbows, slings, whatever ranged weapon they could muster. Within minutes, the wall was covered by soldiers, ready to release a wall of projectiles at the oncoming force. Within seconds, they did. In doing so the entire front line of the fastly approaching demon horde was eliminated. Of course, it made no difference, since there was many more behind them. Aidan just walked forward, very slowly. He felt no fear. He felt nothing. All his anger, sorrow, torment, everything that had driven him to this point had completely consumed him. He WAS anger. He WAS sorrow. He WAS torment. Nothing mattered anymore, except for eliminating those that had taken so much from him. His sword flashed in front of him whenever a demon came within reach. Eventually the beasts realised to come within swords length was a sure death, so they kept just out of reach, snarling and taunting in their native tongue. Eventually there was simply a circle of clear ground surrounding the young warrior as he kept on moving slowly forward, demon blood dripping from his sword which hung limply at his side. Another horn blew and suddenly the demons surrounding him rushed towards Gervad. Aidan didn't care. He was too focused on moving forward. Always forward. He must continue his advance. However, the opposing force had its own plans. A wave of new foes appeared. They were canine in form, about the size of a greater wolf. The difference was that they seemed to be composed of some sort of sulfur-like stone. Molten rock dripped from their jaws like drool, and a dark flame shone in their eyesockets. This time they rushed straight at Aidan, who quickly knew he'd have to fight. Within an instant his sword pierced straight down a throat that would of taken his face off in one simple snap. His blade slashed sideways cleaving out of the first helhound and decapitating one next to it. He knelt and stabbed behind him, feeling his blade tear through flesh. Not bothering to check if the one behind him was actually dead, he shot his sword forward in a strong jab that disabled yet another hellbeast. Aidan wasn't without wound. His own blood littered the ground in pools of varying size and degree. Still, he did not notice. At this moment in time, he felt no pain. He felt no exhaustion. He would not stop until everyone else was dead, or he was. Something else Aidan didn't notice was the stream of arrows piercing the helhounds on either side of him. Or the fact that the molten rock from the creatures' maws didn't seem to touch him. Rocoss and Roxxia had finally returned, but without help. They were unsuccessful in convincing the Great Council of taking action. They were alone, but still they perservered to see Aidan get out alive, if nothing else. As soon as the demons noticed their presence, the elven twins fired their last rounds and drew their swords. They weaved through the hellish canines with relative ease. It seemed as if their skills had greatly improved since the last invasion. They felt the tension rising as they made their way towards Aidan. Roxxia's magical barrier was fading fast, and although he didn't know it, so was Aidan. Sword flashing before him, the youth still barely showed signs of exertion or registered pain. His reflexes were like lightning, as his sword deflected tooth and claw with surprising dexterity. However, less and less helhounds were falling and more were rising. Then his sword broke.

"We're almost there, any problems?" The question seemed liked Kokuryuu expected only one answer. No. Deleo just shook his head. There wasn't much problem with their flight, Deleo had kept his passenger intact the whole time, without the slightest peep from the mysterious knowledge-seeker. Still, the Metallic had his doubts, especially after his encounter with that white earlier that day. Still, he said nothing, but his shifting glance around the horizon spoke volumes. Deleo suspected an ambush at every turn, crook and cliff face, and wouldn't rest his suspicion until he was safe back in his own cave. He had a feeling it'd be a long time before he made it there.

There is shinny, but no shinies... Letters but no words in the land of doubles... (Oh, sorry, I already did this, nevermind...)

*Stick realises he was chanting the Bunny Cult mantra by mistake, then gives a similar, but more correct answer* There are bunnies and rabbits but no hares in the land of doubles. There are carrots but no vegetables in the land of doubles. Ha-ha!

Mr.Bunny hops over to the doubles in a semi-drunken stagger. "..." A few minutes later, Stick shrugs and gets up. There are bunnies in the hutch, but no carrots on the door. There is lettuce in my hand, but no rabbit poo on the floor. OOC: I'm sorry, I have *no* clue.

*Stick just blinks, elbow drops a wiggly cabbage; unsatisfied with the results he turns tail and heads for the hills, but is unhappy to find out that said hills are currently infested with cabbages. Stick turns around and dives into a nearby lake and waits this whole 'wiggly cabbage' situation out... Stick's in the lake for quite some time.*

Well, number one I enjoy rping forum-style (including writing stories) then I'd have to say pen and paper style, although I don't do that that much. Finally, I like video game rpgs, although they aren't really rpgs that much, in some people's opinions. (Mostly because they're too linear... although a lot of these new computer ones have the potential for pen and paper style creation...) I'd also like to try LARPing some time, but I don't see that happening in the near future ;p

Eh, I'd really love to enter, but I don't think I can write a piece on Poetic Justice, let alone one to compete with... but that's alright, I don't mind. I'll enjoy reading everyone else's entries, no doubt this should prove to be an interesting contest. Good luck to everyone entering! (I don't think I can write that well on poetic justice- it's a hard concept for me to understand, I think... something like that, anyways. )

Well, inspiration... I'll have to say I'm heavily influenced by books (Mostly the Wheel of Time and Dark Elf series...) and video games (RPGs, of course). Music plays a small inspirational role, but is always nice to have around (I looooove music ^.^ ) Power metal is great background music when writing fantasy, because they're basically really short stories put to music. I've been influenced by all the sci-fi movies I've seen, and all the video games set in the future I've played, but never really extended that part of my writing very much. I've said a few times before, but I think one of my bigger inspirations would have to be Tamaranis, since he's the one who got me to start writing seriously, more or less. (And RPing, AD&D style ) Although I've always liked to write stories, I don't think I ever really got good (at least, better than I was before) until these last few years. I can't really put into words what drives me on the most, but we'll just go with my overall stubborn attitude. Oh, and it doesn't hurt to have friends like everyone around here either

Deleo was a bit more unaccustomed to having someone ride him. In fact, he had never had anyone do so before, so it took him a few moments to get used to the added weight (although it was nothing to his large form). Of course, it seemed as if Robby had never ridden a Dragon before either, as far as Deleo could tell. Eventually, Deleo made it into the air with Robby secure on his back and caught up, leaving some good distance between he and Kokuryuu. Not being as arrogant towards lesser beings as most dragons, Deleo saw it fit to try and make some discussion with his passenger. "So, you said you're looking for knowledge or something like that? Are some sorta writer? Do you have a master? Is he writing a book? What's your story?" OOC: Hey, I'm trying... kinda ^.^

Usagi ducked a clumsy axe swing that would take a less nimble man's head from his shoulders as he sliced across another bandit's abdomen open. Another swing of an axe and his opponent found a katana blade lodged through his left lung. Falling to the ground as Usagi's blade was pulled free, the rogue clutched his chest in pain and took his last breath. Usagi made quick work of a few more bandit's when his ears picked up a small squeak. It was John, calling from beneath a wagon. Usagi swung his katana upwards in a half-attentioned parry, then darted his other katana towards his current adversary's jugular, dotting his neck with blood. Turning full attention to John now, he made his way over to the group's mysterious, incompetent companion. "What is it?" Usagi asked. "That guy, " John pointed toward the injured bandit that was now climbing onto a horse, "Is getting away!" "Hardly." Usagi let the bandit climb onto the horse and sheathed his katanas. The bandit did his best to get the horse moving and started taking off at an unnoticable canter. John looked at the rabbit-man quizzically, who simply stood, arms crossed, a sadistic grin playing on his face. When the horse was just out of normal eyesight Usagi's arm snapped forward and a blur of metal cut through the air. Usagi gave a yank and a kunai attached to the tiniest of lines re-appeared in his furry hand. Usagi bounded into the air, deflecting arrows with kunais as he went. When he landed, he grabbed the bandit (which was now bleeding profusely from his lower back) and dragged him over to where John was cowering. "So, did this guy have something you wanted?" OOC: I know, this was kind of ridiculous, I'm sorry...

See, this is why I love this place. It's like we're all a big crazy family. We look out for each other, we support each other and we do whatever possible to help each other, at least, as much as words let us. I couldn't be happier to be a member of such a family, and Falcon my friend, I hope you feel the same too. It wouldn't be the same without you ^.^

Ah, so many names, so little time... oh wait, I've got plenty of time... heh... Well, my main name, BigPointyStick, is kinda stupid. Basically, it all started off when a friend of mine and I would be talking about stuff, and if there was something or someone we didn't like, or just to be silly, we'd say we'd hit it with a big pointy stick. Then I got introduced to Battle.net. (This was around grade 10... Tamaranis was there with me ^.^ In fact, it was his computer...) I started to rp in the Town Square channel (Old Diablo I channel...) under the name, and started using other various names. My first major rping name would be Sliver, which I named after the Slivers in M:tG... I really liked those things, and still do. Rocoss and Roxxia are just random names... although a little known fact for those who know my characters, in an RP Rocoss actually just used to be an inept human warrior as compared to his current Elf-Ranger-mentor-guy... anywhoo, Mr.Bunny is Mr.Bunny, all the Archmagers from the ol' Conservatory know that story, as it started there.... erm, Popku, my Moogle-Jedi is just a mispelling of one of the moogles from FF6. Speaking of FF6, my e-mail is a combination of Atma from ff6, and sliver... I started using that as my rping tag for yahoo (which sucks for live rping, by the way...) but he wasn't that good of a character, as he was basically The Atma weapon, but not so bestial... in fact, he held a human form most of the time. Yeah, so that's that