Savage Dragon

I commented on your death in BOTH threads, MTYF. I actually was sad to see you go even. Of course, IC I was happy you were gone since you disintegrated my books, but hey. As I said before, that was totally in char and absolutely hilarious! Thanks for noticing gnarly, i was commenting on the scorecard that had me still living. I was almost glad to go, i wasn't very comfortable playing Marvin the Martian, i dont really know him that well so i was unsure how to respond. anyhoo, ill see y'all next game

The lightning clashed, the sky, it flashed, as we sat by the window in awe My friends, they wowed, amazed by the clouds and the brilliance of light they saw But I saw something different from the atmosphere’s torment but to them it was all the same While they all looked past, I looked at the glass, and studied the windowpane I came back again, this time without friends, when the air had a more somber tone All thought it was later; the effect was still greater now that I sat on the sill alone The night had grown darker, and the silence was harsher, and to some it may have seemed frightening But I had to know, how to look at a window and see something more than lightning “But what?” you may say, “has caught your gaze, if not the lightning or moon or stars?” “Was it the swaying trees, pushed by a breeze created by fast moving cars?” And I’ll say to you, “You try to look through, you must give it a closer inspection” And it will be said, “you must look instead at this window’s reflection” And there, a reflection you didn’t notice before, of the same door, which I passed through to come to the window where I can see Where I hope and I plead; someone, anyone please, will come though to sit on the sill with me Some parts of this feel forced to me and any suggestions that can be made to make it flow smoother would be aprieciated. This is a true story about a day in my life not too long ago. No one ever came through that door. So what do i do now?

Jeez, is my death going unoticed again? sigh, what can i say, its all been said before.

ACKK, if only i had known how much everyone liked HackMaster, i never would have destroyed the books. oh well, im rooting for the wolves on this one. HEH HEH HEH AVENGE MY DEATH WOLVES! AVENGE ME!!!!!

Blain, we're happy to have you, no matter what you do here. I really enjoyed reading your applicaion. Since im still lusting over the prettys, its interesting to hear someone look back at what im living. Maybe someday I'll be thinking what you're thinking. In the meantime, i'm having to much fun lusting.

"This is not a time for games" says Marvin the Martian he pulls out his disinigrating gun and disinigrates the HM books "somone has been up to something, hmmmmm. I think its that hamster over there" OOC- Tanny, she's always up to something

"Alright, time for a little fun" MTYFoolish said as he gathered a large crowd of pennite members, "We're going to play a quick game called froggy round-up. Rules are very simple, whoever comes back with the most frogs wins. Ready?" "wait, wait," said one of the yougner more foolish members, "But all the frogs have turned into princesses and princes" "Thats kinda the point" MTYFoolish said with a grin, " NOW GO!" and they all scattered in different directions, MTYFoolish leading the way. SMACK! "one" SMACK! "two" SMACK! SMACK! "ouch. oops, sorry Celes" SMACK! "three"

hmmmmm, interesting reaction of eraser rubbings on the crowd. wish i'd thought of that. hmmmm

Marvin the Martian walks into the room "Hmmmm, a number of the contestants appear to have not arrived yet. perhaps it would be best if i got ready to meet them. Mwah ha ha ha" and he begins to set up one o the most fiendish booby traps ever devised OOC: Dean where'd you get the Lina Inverse character from? i never said anything about that, i dont know who it is even

"True, true, 'everything' isn't everything it used to be" MTYFoolish said, now back to human form, "But then again 'nothing' is the new Beanie Baby" "You're crazy, you know that right?" Celes told him. Katz nodded in agreement. "Yes, but at least I'm enjoing it." He told them, for that was the proper way to approach the problem of insanity or at least thats what it said in the AlmostDragonic Guide to Insanity. "Well, I'm off to the buffet table" Joe told them and he turned to depart. Katz placed a hand, um... paw on his arm. "The Were' Game was so much fun but it had to go you're no longer Joe", she said in a calm, bewitched voice "Dang it, maybe I don't want it to be over" and he sulked away looking for seat L35

STARS! SavageDragon knew there was a reason he'd come to this party. He had come to see the stars. Well, well, you seem to be forgeting things now, he thought to himself, Well it IS understandable. You are a Page, you have a lot of responsibilities now, its notthat surprising you forgot a some of the small things. Besides you didn't really forget, you just remembered late. There was still plenty of time to go see the stars. SavageDragon surveyed the surrounding area and the balcony. Both were packed wih people, Pages and non-Pages alike. There didn't seem to be much room. Well dear me, what shall i do now? there seems hardly any room for a normal person let alone a full-size dragon Page. That's when his gaze fell to the roof above the balcony. Completely empty, the perfect place to view stars. All he had to do was fly up there. But at his current size the take-off wouldn't go unotice. The amount of air being pushed down would knock over buffet tables and upset some people, Pages and non-Pages alike. Perhaps if he shrunk down to a smaller size so he wouldn't caus mass chaos... Wait a minute. This is a Wyvern Party. Mass chaos is expected. It would be an insult to his honor if i didn't do it the destructive way. And with that final thought, SavageDragon took off.

Alright then if were doing both, I'm going to stick to Marvin the Martian check here for pics Marvin the Martian Pics Basicly he's an alien that originally was in Bugs Bunny Cartoons (If you don't know who Bugs Bunny is, I'm never speaking to you again). Marvin is bent on destroying the world (But that doesn't mean he's a wolf ). He's got a disingrating gun and a dog too, even a daughter i think, but i could be wrong. I doubt there are any Marvin Experts here who will correct me. Still even with all of his red planet technology, Bugs always stops him somehow.

yea, i dont see how you can talk about being the nice guy, gnarly. You beat up the blind kid, i mean, jeez. I have to say i was a little suspicous of you Tanny, even when you said you were the seer, it just seemed to simple, so naturally i set up a back up plan. glad i didnt have to use it

The crowd begins to move to the side as a rather large dragon comes down the aisle. "Excuse Me, Page coming through" Savage Dragon says to people as he goes by. "That's right you heard me correctly, i'm a Page, yea just happened today, Excuse me, i'm a Page" Slowly he makes it to the front of the line, not many people will stay in the way of a dragon. The bouncer looked up at him with a quizial look. "Name, please" "Savage Dragon the Page" She looks at the list, "Um, i'm afraid there is no Savage Dragon on the list, Page or not" "What?" he looks taken aback, but the his expression subsides, "Oh thats right, Normaly i go by MTYFoolish, but I decided since I've just become a Page, I'd go in my natural form today. It's not everyday you're a Page... oh wait, it is for me now. HAHAHAHA" His laugh filled the hall atracting the attention of the few frogs who had yet to notice him. The bouncer frowned, but relented, "Yes, Mr. MeThinksUFoolish, you are on the list, did you bring your boxers?" "Of course," he said, handing her a rather large pair of red boxers, "They're my Humility Boxers, won't be needing the today. By the way, Have i told you I'm a Page?" "You mentioned it" she muttered waving him past. Savage Dragon headed to the open bar, shouting often. "Excuse me, Page coming through. Make way for the Page."

I dont think we want to end this game. it had so much promise and its already over.

Stumbles around, very drunk from all the celebrating**** "I LOVE YOU GUYS" hic THUD***hits the ground "I LOVE THIS FLOOR TOO"

American, I have to go for Marvin the Martian. Japanese, im a little limited with. all i really know is characters from cartoons like pokemon and yugi-yo and they might not fit that well.

So now Rich was a bully too. Joe wasn't that surpised. He leaned against the locker banks now that Walter and Arielle were having there moment and Rich was um... busy with Meat. Still he was tense, there was a good chance there could still be fighting left to do, and he'd help out if he could. He was nervous, everything was confusing and he still wasn't totaly convinced. Arielle claimed to have seen Rich, but she couldv'e been mistaken, couldn't she? Still for now he'd trust her. His vote went for... Gnarlich/Rich

Joe felt sick to his stomach. Everyone else was on their way to Gym, but Joe wasn’t going. Mathew had turned out to be the bully, well one of them. I don’t understand how someone so good could do something so… sick. He was a Christian, wasn’t he? I thought that meant something. I hate Mathew for making me question my faith; it’s already pretty fragile. I know I’m not supposed to hate, but this feeling in my gut is so strong. Maybe I’m not cut out for this Christianity. I can’t bare to look at anyone now. Not Walter, not Arielle, no one. I need time to think. I won’t get it in Gym. I know where to go. Joe was able to open the door with his school ID. Kinda ironic. Joe headed to the same seat as always. Up in the left section, last row. L35. Joe was proud of this seat, for discovering it. It was different from all the others. All the seats had little desks that you could flip up from the side. They all were painted white on the bottom. All except L35, it had bare wood on the bottom. No other seat was like it. Joe sat in the chair, putting his feat up on the chair in front of him. No one else knew about this chair. Well, except Andrew. Andrew had always sat next to him, on his right. He remembered the first time they had talked here. “What ya up to Joe?” Andrew had asked. “You ever sit in a chair,” I’d said, “Just to see who will sit next to you?” “Yea” He’d said and then he smiled. It made me feel so much better; he had one of those smiles. “I’ll always be glad to sit next to you” But he couldn’t anymore. Joe’s eyes watered remembering the best friend he’d ever had, gone.

Joe wass now really interested in all that's going around him. He didn't know Mathew that well. Joe had met up for the begining of the day prayer meeting once or twice, but other than that he didn't hang with them. He seemed like a nice guy but Joe had known some Christains that weren't that great at being Christains. In fact Joe had had a lot of trouble choosing someone to blame, with his new found faith still in his mind, he didn't like hurting others. But Chandler's note had almost convinced Joe it was him. He didn't like justifying hurting others, but he didn't want to see anyone else in the same way Billy was. No, that can't be allowed to happen.

Joe still wasn't convinced. Chandler did seem to be trying his hardest to convice everyone it wasn't him but that could easily mean he was guilty too. In fact with his normal attitude, Joe was surprised he'd reacted at all. Chandler was the type of guy that wouldn't care if people thought it was him, Joe thought. But since he was trying so hard to make people think i was not him, it only made Joe more suspicious.

Joe was uneasy. He'd pretty much picked Chandler as the most likely guy to have done it, but he still thought he might not have done it. He didn't like accusing innocent people. If only there was some way he could be more sure about his choice. Where was he that he came to class late? Of course, Joe hadn't even seen him walk in late, since he had run into trouble with Billy himself. He sure hoped no one suspected him. He had decided he needed to talk to Chandler so before he left for English, Joe slipped him a note. It was risky, if Chandler was the guy who did it... He'd better let Walter know where he was going.

You people must be careful. You all keep wishing that everyday was friday. The next thing you know, we'll be stuck in some sappy story with a plot that comes from Sesame street where everyday becomes a friday and at first its great but then we regret our desicions, because we got bored with Friday and then things go very badly...

I see what you mean, I like the revision. I didn't even notice that i had repeated myself. Thanx

The final 30 mintues of class went by quickly. Before too long Joe was picking up his bag on his way to English class. Reviewing in his head his official exscuse for not doing tonight's asignment, he slung the back pack over his shoulder and headed for the door. The question of the bully still hung in his mind and all that had already happened was there too. He wondered who could be responsible. That kid Chandler seemed like the type that was capable, but Joe doubted he really cared enough to put forth the effort it would take to beat someone up. Meat, of course, was an obvious suspect, being the reigning bully, but this didn't smell like Meat. Rich had the physical capabilities, but he was a nice guy, even if the way Arielle looked at him made Joe feel sick. So who was it? He was borught back to present day when someone bumped into him. "Oops, exscuse me!" Joe said, he wasn't watching where he was going. "Oh" said a very feminie voice, with a rich accent, "My pardon" Joe smiled at the girl, he had been right definitley foreign. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Joe" he told her. OOC: Vote for Chandler-HappyBuddha