Savage Dragon

The time has come. No more waiting. I vote for Iron Chef. OOC: if he's not going to participate what was the point of signing up anywayz?? Vote for RedChef

A little boy and a little girl are talking on the playground. "My daddy is a fireman, what is yours" the little boy asks "My dad is Bill Gates" She says "Honest?" "No i didnt say that" Did you hear NASA just launched some cows into space? It was the herd shot round the world A man has ten puns so he enters them into a p8n contest. He is hoping at least one will win but sadly no pun in ten did

This is for the girl I love named Brandy. It would be a great idea for everyone else to give a shout out to all the ones they love.

Love is this feeling I get when I think of you. It's why I think of you first when I wake up in the morning and last before I retire to bed. It's why my dreams seem to feature you. It’s why I always see you in the corner of my eye. Love is this impulse I get when I talk to you It's why I look for you first when I get online. It’s why I dial your number without realizing it. Its why I say, "I love you" randomly sometimes. Love is this mood I'm in when I see you It’s why you can catch me staring at you for long periods of time. It’s why I have trouble answering you when you talk to me. It’s why I grow jealous of others in the room when they get to see you too. Love is this emotion I feel when I touch you It’s why I’m reluctant to let go of your hand when we say goodbye. It’s why my stomach leaps when you lean against me. It’s why when we kiss... I love you OOC: Happy V- day all!!!!

OOC: Sorry, you died so fast Vahktang, it was fun while it lasted, next time i guess you don't want to pick such an obvious target for the wolves for your character. See you next game

I crouched behind the bench with my best friend while pies were flying everywhere. The Great Pie War, as it was later called, had only lasted for 5 minutes but to me it seemed a life time. Curse the one who scheduled this school pie fair. My friend John looked me in the eye, he looked tired. I knew what he was about to do and i knew i would miss him. "Take care of my girlfriend, Joe" he said and then he rose and charged with pie in hand. "Calculators are forever!" he yelld before he fell. I jumped and dodged pies here and there until I reached his side and dragged him behind a table. "Man Down!" I yelled. "You will fight the good fight, right Joe?" he said. "Of course," I said and then he closed his eyes. Yes, war is truly hell. :dragon4:

Fable double-checked his course. He adjusted the pitch slightly and sat back in the pilot's chair. The ship was fast but he still had a long ways to go if he wanted to catch Heinrich. He didn't have anything to read or do, just him and his thoughts. The memory of the old man still troubled him. The other two had fought him and they died in the battle, no match for his skills with the saber, he could still wield one, even if he had lost his powers. They had been killed because he needed them to be dead. But the old man, he had just stood there, making no movement. And he had killed him. The room seemed colder than normal and the seat was not as comfortable as it should have been, it felt like something was jutting into his back. How many times had the old man sat in this seat, he thought. Damn the Innocents. Well, it had to be done. No point in denying it, they wouldn't have let him take the ship. He had to eliminate them if he was to follow through in his plan. And it had been swift, painless. It's what any Jedi would have done. But he was no longer Jedi. Jedi didn't kill old weaponless men. Jedi didn't go on missions of revenge. Jedi had powers. Well, if he couldn't be Jedi anymore then he didn't have to follow the same guidelines. Damn the Innocents. He'd follow his own guidelines. The console beeped. He was only a few minutes away from the planet Vigor. He doubted he'd find Heinrich there, but he did have connections he was going to meet. People who could find anybody. Besides, the man he had spoken to claimed he knew where he could find a master of the ancient crafts. The Forbidden ancient crafts. Well, if he expected to take on a full Jedi, he'd have to find some way to kill him. Damn the Innocents. :dragon4:

The day grows old; we cannot wait much longer. I have an ultimatum for Iron Chef, either he tells us his story before I retire or my vote goes against him. If we do not take action, we will all die. OOC: I give Iron Chef until the end of today, Saturday, to participate in some way to the story, otherwise, zzzzzzzttt (Slicing throat motion) :dragon4:

"Eiji has a point, the Iron Chef has been quiet for quite some time," Kinjiru-san said pacing the room. "Nothing to share with the group, eh? Sitting there, watching us all." There was something sinister about those eyes. "I don't trust such a quiet man. What are you hiding?" Kinjiru-san looked into his eyes. Iron Chef said nothing back. "No one even knows his name," he said turning to the people in the room, "No one knows anything about him,” He turned back to Iron Chef and leaned right up to him, "Why do you keep yourself hidden from us?" Silence. Akane-san started weeping. Kinjiru-san stopped himself. What was he doing? So he didn't know the man's name, is that reason to kill him? The man probably had a family, maybe children. "Because he was a quiet man, he was ready to kill him," He muttered to himself, "My father had been a quiet man too. Who is the beast now?" "It is too much, just too much, all these feelings of hatred and suspicion," Kinjiru-san was screaming now, "I have to get out, I can't stay here any more." He headed toward the door "No," Lord Iago said. Kinjiru-san stopped in his tracks. "We have to root out this evil so that it will not ruin our country," Lord Iago continued, "No one can leave until the beasts are dead" Kinjiru-san moved slowly to a chair. He sat down next to a table and put his head down on it and shut his eyes. "I'm just so tired," He said in a half whisper, "Tired of the suspicion and the hatred and tired of trying to remember the face of my father, before seeing mutilated by those beasts." Yumi walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "So tired..." :dragon4:

"Lord Washima's death was a dishonor. The bite was at the back of the neck where he hadn't seen it coming. We truly were dealing with animals." Eiji spoke. "Then we must fight back like animals,” Kinjiru-san yelled, drawing his sword for emphasis, "My time is grieving is over, I want the beast that killed my father." "Calm down, Calm down," Iron Chef told him. "This is not a foe you can fight with your sword." He eased Kinjiru-san into a chair. "We must fight with our minds." "Lord Iago was on the right track when he told us where he was last night," Eiji said, sweeping the room with his eyes, "Everyone should tell their story of last night." All of the eyes moved to Kinjiru-san almost automatically. "What, Don't look at me like that," He moved uneasily in his chair, "I had a long talk with Iron Chef before going to my room. I lit a candle for my father and went to bed.” The room remained quiet. “I’d like to hear someone else’s story” Kijiru-san said. :dragon4:

Not only do i think that keeping a diary is a good idea, i think it would be a great idea for everyone to keep some sort of diary, not neccesarily to show on the post but that we could reveal once the game is over, cause they'd all be pretty good reads i think, escpecially the wolves. of course if you want you can always post it anyway

Kinjiru-san sighed, he'd been so quick to judge and now.... Perhaps such a man would have helped discover the two wolves, being an outsider, he didn't have to worry about keeping in line with honor. He could look at us all with a common eye and not be blinded by friendship. In fact he had been one of the best weapons of the village and now that the deed was done.... perhaps that is why he died so early, a cunning wolf that takes out his competition in broad daylight as well. Yet more reason to be suspicious of his friends. Perhaps he should mention it to the others.... Perhaps not, you voted for him too, he reminded himself You are responsible for another man's death OOC: How long do phases last exactly? I keep worrying i'll come back to find iv'e been lynched or killed by a werewolf? :dragon4:

The people talked and Kinjiru-san only half listened. He'd already made up his mind. That tourist was no man of honor, he had to be a werewolf. The second werewolf.... well he didnt know but that man had to be. What other choice was there for him? OOC: Vlad: Inoue, Ishikawa: Blossom festival tourist

Kinjiru-san's eyes looked up at the voice of the acuser before him. He sighed, he was expecting this. Standing up, he looked at each of them in the room. "I am not surprised to be put out on the stand like this. It can be said that i was not on the most agreeable terms with my father. I did not want him dead however. I wanted... i wanted..." He stopped, samuri were not supposed to cry, but he could feel his eyes getting wet. Don't Cry, he told himself, Samuri never cry. He could still remember the last time he had seen him, he had been so angry anbd now... It was all so pointless the arguments. How he wished he hadn't stormed off, to walk in the woods, only to come back and find... He swallowed the thought. He could feel the heat on him, not from the sun but the eyes around him. The wanted an exscuse, an alibi. Well he wasn't going to give it to them. they were still waiting "I didn't kill my father" he said, "and i dont know who did" that was all, he would let them fightr amongst themselves

OOC: Foolish sounds good, I’m begging to regret my name as it is, but Foolish would work nicely. Naylor could barely stand when the guard came to get him. Arms on the two shoulders of them men on either side of him, he was half carried back to his earlier cell. Thrown on the floor, he lay curled in a ball, holding his head. Interrogation WAS NOT fun. What was the point anyhow? He told them all he knew about it in the first 5 minutes, but they had to keep asking him the same questions for... oh he didn't know, it felt like forever. There was talk outside, change of guard maybe? No it was more than talk, voices were getting raised, tempers heated. Two shots later and it was all done. The door opened and he was ordered out, one of the guards lay dead, the other one stood there with a new man. Naylor was trying to get up, but it was obvious he didn't have the strength. The new man muttered something and then backhanded Naylor across the face, then he picked him up. Well, what did they expect, they hadn't given him anything to eat or drink the entire time he was here and he hadn't gotten more than an hours sleep. "Who can sleep with all these screams around you?" he muttered to himself. He shuddered when he thought that only a few minutes ago the screams had been his. :dragon4:

the guys don't know, whats this guys dont know?? we have tons of graffiti in our bathrooms? Or am i just being ignorant to the beauty of the poem either way sounds great :dragon4:

I just finished the shows that my high school was putting together for children, "The Princess and the Pea" and "Sleeping Beauty." And it did really well, and bth the kids and the students had fun, and now that it is done i dont have to go to practice from 2 to 6 anymore. YYYAAAYYYY!!! :dragon4:

Fable opened an eye, no one was around. He sat up quietly and started for the door. That's when he saw Lorna sitting in the chair. He froze. She was asleep. Nice girl, obviously felt responsible for his condition. Damn it, he was using the term too now, three days of having the various doctors and masters come to view his condition and still no idea what had happened. The best they could figure was that his all-important M-count had dropped to almost nothing. No hope of ever recovering. So he was a lost cause. A noble warrior who had lost his powers and would be sung about by the troubadours in the sad songs they sing. Well not for him. One advantage of his... Condition was that he could slip out easily unnoticed. He could walk right up to this Lorna's face and she couldn't tell he was there with her eyes closed. He felt sorry for her; it wasn't her fault. But he knew who's fault it was and he was going to make sure he paid. :dragon4:

this is the true author of this wonderful poem(SC). my sister just didnt noticed the computer was still logged into my acount when she posted it.

I don't know how a fish with a 3 second memory is supposed to be intelligent, and I think that fish sounded intelligent. It was almost depressing for me. I was thinking, here is a fish I can finally relate to, and BAM by circumstances totally beyond his control, he bites only to realize his mistake while being pulled out into the air, where he had to have suffocated slowly. That’s the last time I make friends with a fish. :dragon4:

Sigh, will the America bashing never cease? Well I for one still love America and her dream, even at 15. I thought the young ones were the ones who were supposed to be rebellious?? So far this post has been a real disappointment. Maybe I should be making fun of other counties, is that what you all want? I mean like Australia is all so high and mighty, the best-known Australian of the entire world spends all his time in the mud with crocodiles. The English royalty is just begging to be pointed and laughed at. And don’t even get me started with Canada; there just aren’t enough words. Besides I thought America was supposed to be made up of other countries, we have the highest immigration rate, we have Australians, and Irish, and English, and Indian, and Mexicans, and more Canadians than I want to mention. It’s like making fun of the polish only to discover you’re a quarter polish. So lay off already, you all have your own problems too :dragon4:

Ok Dean i sent this PM to you but maybe you just deleted it without reading it becuase you were in a hurry or i just bore you. whatever the reason maybe if i post it here, you'll be able to read it this time :dragon4:

ok so far we have one person who doesn't favor the american dream, and one person wo uses it as an excuse. Um anybody want to give a more patriotic answer? :dragon4:

I was cleaning my room the other day when I stumbled along my old English Journal from year 2001. Well who doesn’t love reading there own stuff, so I flipped it open and I was amazed that the second journal entry was dated 9/11/01. More ironic was the question that I had answered before learning about the attacks that happened that day. What do you think of when you hear the "American Dream"? My answer--- I think of being free because that's what I’ve always been in America. I have been able to pursue goals, believe in God, and say whatever I want. In America it doesn’t matter who I am just what I can do. Now how about that. I'd love to hear what some other people have to say, including your own answer to the question. :dragon4:

Smoke and mist seemed to swirl around Fable's head. Voices, he could hear voices. And he could recognize some shapes, familiar ones. Yes, that must be the nurse, talking with Master Gorak. Where was he? Oh that was obvious, he had to be in health wing, he could remember the pain, it had come suddenly and then things had just gone blank. The pain was unfamiliar too, as a Jedi he had felt pain more than enough times to be familiar with it, but this pain was far more sinister feeling. It made him uneasy. He realized he still hadn't opened his eyes. But they were still talking. Well, why waste the temporary advantage? "But he is in good health, Master Gorak" "I know, he is a fine example of a Jedi," he replied. Gorak had to keep himself from smiling, such praise he would never hear if he was awake. "But he needs to stay in the wing for the next few days," Master Gorak continued, " at least." Fable didn’t like the sound of that. "Why?" she asked "I'm worried about his encounter with the disturbance. He's lucky to be alive; it would have killed an ordinary man. He needs to be kept under watch, the encounter may have left some unwanted side effects" "What side effects?" Fable said, sitting up quickly. Big mistake, his head reeled and he rested it in his palm and closed his eyes. "Oh, dear!" she came to his side with a tray that had a glass of water, "Drink this" she told him. He reached out with the force to bring the glass to him. The glass didn't move. His eyes shot open. The nurse handed him the glass, apparently not noticing his reaction, but Master Gorak raised his eyebrows slightly. Fable nearly dropped the glass. "I should be getting back to the council," Master Gorak said before stepping out the door. "Don't worry dearie, you drink your water and try to get some rest," the nurse tried to reassure him, pushing him gently on the shoulder till he was lying down again. She turned into her office area and if she had looked up she would have seen how white his face had become. :dragon4: