With his mask on/off? Here's mine. I'm hoping it can grow into something: http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?p=2729202#post2729202
Possible spoilers below. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter I ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edward Nigma sat bored in his van. Inside was a portable T.V. that added to the boredom that he had to be where he was. He had been working for the Metropilis news the "Daily Planet" and sighed as a show was interrupted. The news was no suprise, The Joker had been aprehended, Batman saved Gotham. Now there was a riddle... Edward's life was a riddle, and thus he loved solving them. Who was the batty man under the cowl? What drive him? Life was full of questions like these, but he preferd to thik of them as riddles. Added fun to a boring day. As the interruption to the show finished, a dadd playing that Dent had not been found and blame had befallen the Batman. made Nigma sigh more inside. "Dent could not be believed." was a title of a newspaper he had recently publsihed. This had made him a unpopular member of the staff and he and recently quit. Taking the van as his homecoming present into Gotham, and a homemade outfit he planned to meet at the very spot his father and he had used to live. Ah, yes. His father. The one who had always doubted his accomplishments, his intellect, even. Well, here they were. Putting on his outfit he walked into the old house of horrors and stopped as he saw eyes peering at him from the unlit room. "Who is this guy?" the mob boss who said this looked weerily at Nigma and his bright green ooutfit. If he looked closely he could see... were those question marks? What was he carrying. "Good evening, gentlemen. Who speaks in riddles yet always speaks the truth? The Riddler. I am the Riddler," Edward said with a smile beneath his hat. Thsi was where all could begin... or end. "Riddle me this, riddle me that. Who's afraid of the big black bat?" the words echoed around. "If that's all you called us here for...," a gang member said. "We all want the bat dead. What could you do that we can't?" The Riddler tipped his hat off in mock respect. "I don't want the man killed. If he even is a man... I want answers. Answers to all the riddles. For persuison, he dropped a suitcase of cash on the table infront of him. Another thing he had stolen from the Dailey Planet. The man eyed the case werily. He knew the man infront of him was possibly out of his mind. Yet... he had cash, so, sure, why not? "We have a deal." he said happily, forcing a false smile upon his lips. "Wonderful" Riddler said as he raised a staff in the air with a question mark at the top only to jab it into the floor. As he exited outside with his new "friends" the night seemed to grow colder as they loaded into his van. As he enterd last on the drivers side, he spray painted a green question mark onto the vehicle. With a laugh he pressed the question mark on the top of his staff, started the van, and took off. He could see behind him the house burning and the fire originated with a mere question. Like life. Fire ignited more fire, riddles ignited more riddles. Infront of them stood a sign saying they were entering Gotham.
Link to topic to request name change (Click on it. It's located in Forum Assistance): http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=79904 If it is like TheMagicalMisterMistoffelees said it could be, just fixing a typo, I guess it wouldn't count as a name change and you wouldn't have to follow the 300 post and 5 months of membership due to it just being a typo fix. Both things below are copyed and pasted from the name change topic. "1) You can only request a name change if you have 300 posts and 5 months membership." "4) Name changes to fix typos or to change the case of a letter doesn't count as a name change." If it is not a typo, I atleast gave a link for when you can. Before you post there, you could ask a staff member.
Luxord put the cards back in the pockets of his robe, and silently wonderd the castle for a while. He guessed he was stuck with nothing to do with a while, the option of summoning his own gambling Nobodies still intrigued him. Though, why should he be so hesitant? Luxors himself had his doubts over whether or not the gamblers would play with there full skill. After a while he finally heard faint whistling, he considerd whistling his own merry tune, though turned the notion down. What would the other members think? He paused for a second in his stride, wondering where the other members were. He could gamble when and where, but a gamble against himself just wouldn't be as... satisfactory. Could a Nobody even feel satisfaction? The members seemed to have a wider array of emotions at times then people gave them credit for.
Could I send you some ideas and what I have so far?
Luxord slamed the doors behind him. With a loud thud it closed. He took out a deck of cards, and started to shuffel them from one hand to the other. Silently he waited to find somebody through the halls of The Castle That Never Was. If he got bored, he could summon some of his Gamblers and gable with them, though alas, it would't have been the same. He let out a laugh. He didn't know why. It was quite a realistic one, also. Years of gambling had honed his skills of making everything seem more real. Even his "nonexistant" joy. Gambling had helped him in many parts of his life, and he thought it would continue to do so.
When it was surrounded by quotation marks?
I was thinking of writing something. Yes, a fanfic. Probably a sequal to The Dark Knight. PM me for details if you want to help, read over it, and such.
Been going around getting images and stuff, for graphics and replies. Have a nice collection, but could use places to use them.
You see anything interesting lately?
Life been good for you?
Is this thing ever going to have a offical vote?
Your cabinet thing going through good?
Would you really impeach someone?
What do you have to do to run?
Character is accepted. Thanks for joining. I'll go add. Hope everyone who joined/joins has fun.
