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YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't believe they're actually coming out with this. F*CK YEAH!

WAHAHAHAHAHA!

WILLKOMMEN! WILLKOMMEN!

Do NOT read the rules, be a subversive! Think for yourself! Nah just kiddin

hmmm this is just a suggestion, but with each of the PC's had a fatal flaw that made them part of the "B-team". Ya know like some sorta character flaw that keeps them from reaching there full potential in battle and in life (like hedonism, an addicition, or trust issues). That way there'd be room for character development and a chance for different PC's to bond as they can cover each others weakness, and eventually help them deal with whatever personality problem they possess.

Ah that sucks, I'm sorry for your loss.

cool, all we need to do is recruit some peoples for this kick ass RP.

......I'd dress up in a a sailor senshi outfit to promit it, but I'm a dude :(

You got any friends in or out of the site who might be interested?

Gotcha b*tch! and then Carlos's head slammed against the readout sceen that was mounted in front of him, cracking the screen and causing a steady stream of blood to flow down the side of his face. What the hell was that? To his side a gasket blew out blowing hot steam into his face, while waves of heat began emenate from overtaxed fusion engine that was mounted directly behind the Skeeters cockpit. Apparently that last manuever had pushed him and his mech to the limit he needed to find somewhere to hide and let his mech cool down before its reactor began to overheat or even worse start to meltdown.

The heat steadily building up in the cockpit was starting to get to him almost causing him to pass out, but he had a job to do. Grasping his trembling right arm with his left to steady it he urged his fallen mech up to its feet. Activating the ECM system again to hide the Skeeter's presence from enemy sensors Carlos clumsily moved the Packhunter behind a nearby building to hide, and to allow itself and its pilot to recover. Meanwhile Carlos made sure to continue sending data of the battle back to NERV hq, and prayed that their techs would find a way to put it to good use.

Nah, En stays pretty awesome throughout the series. Caiman's still my favorite character though.

convince your mom to pack up and leave the deadbeat. It honestly seems like nothing short of a court order and an "escort" of armed police officers will make your dad go to counseling. So just save up your money in secret, then go when the guy's passed out. I know it its easier said than done, but if he's hurt you and your family this much, and if he's not willing to go to counseling or AA then make a well made plan and just leave.

Though if you do decide to leave, make sure everybodies onboard and is absolutely committed to the plan so that nobody goes and blabs to daddy.

Oh god yes! want this now now now NOW

I'd be game for this. Maybe it could be an alt universe where the main senshi are somehow incapcitated or sealed away, and its up to a salior senshi "b-team" to hold down the fort long enough to find out how to free the others, or beat the baddies.

dibs on the Leoninds meteor shower.

First lay off all the gore, I ain't gonna get into that whole does violent media create a violent person arguement. I'm just saying If you really react that strongly to the stuff, then stay away from it.

Second, anger isn't something to be scared of. Its an emotion, and like all emotions it can be a genuinely helpful thing as long as you don't let it control you. If you're feeling angry than express it in a way thats appropriate to that time, place, and situation. For example the nest time one of those ****s starts something in your shop class, just say calmly but firmly state that they're starting to piss you off/ make you angry. If you're not the type for direct confrontation then channel that rage into a constructive hobby like art or cooking. You seem like the the type who already knows that violence is rarely the answer to a problem so I'll skip that.

Third, everbody gets angry some people just have better ways of expressing/controlling that anger than others. You seem to have a pretty good handle on your emotions in that you didn't attack a bunch of *******s in a situation that would have aggravated anyone. So you're probably worrying about nothing, if you do think this is a serious problem then see your school counselor. That's what he or she's there for.

oh yes, the updated silver and gold versions are my pesonal favorites.

There's just something charming bout the Johto region.

That bein said I just wish they'd stop puttin in so many damn puzzles in each game. GRRR ****ing puzzles piss me off.

"Cruz? CRUZ?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

Is she crazy? she wants to make more enemies when she's having so much trouble with just the one? As much as he hated to blow his cover it was preferable to having the Lieutenant being taken out from the back by her agile foe."HEY FAIRY I"M YOUR OPPENENT NOW!" Carlos shouted into his loudspeaker as the Skeeter was propelled nearly a hundred feet into the air by its jump jets. Gotta limit collateral damage....what sort of barbarian decideds to pick a fight in a city full of people of all places?

He put the fairy in his sights as the Packhunter reached its terminal velocity and began to fall back towards the Earth. Carlos waited until he felt his mech was rushing back down towards the ground and right when the Skeeter was above the fairy he activated his jumpjets one more time making the 35 ton machine fall much faster towards its target than its bulk would suggest. Lifting its right arm the Skeeter sent a wide bloom of vented nuclear exhaust and fire towards the fairy from the flamethrower mounted under its wrist.

uh no

Being drunk isn't another language, its not a sign of loose or bad morals, and it sholdn't come with the risk of being raped if you do choose to overindulge. When you're drunk you're in an altered state of mind, and any ****en rapist pig who chose to take adavantage of that should be dragged off to jail.

The "All crimes and responsibilities should be absolved when drunk" arguement is not valid. If you go out and rob a store when you're drunk thats on you, cause your the one who committed the crime. If some ******* takes advantage of a sauced guy or girl, THEY are choosing to do it, not their victim.

Should a person not drink so much as to become shitfaced? Definately not, but you know what? This isn't a perfect world and just like they're people who can't control their actions when drunk, there are also ****en failures of human beings who'll take advantage of that mistake.

Side character, the frontlines and the center of the stage aren't exactly my cup of tea. That being said hiding out on the sidelines makes it all the more easier to knife someone in the back, or to blow their pretty little head off from a mile away :)

That or a mentor. I like helping people, but I'm also lazy. So training someone else to do the job for me would be f*ckin ideal.

The Shadow Hearts series full stop. They are the very definition of perfect RPGS

The packhunter stumbled back to its feet somewhere near the outskirts of Rokkaidon. It took him a while, seeing how fast his new enemy was, but Carlos managed to get it in his sights thanks to the Skeeter's Beagle probe. With its wings and the occasional violet colored flame that licked down its body Carlos could have sworn he was looking at a fairy, though he was not sure how many myths featured fairies with the power to wipe out an army. As much as he wanted to get off a couple of potshots at the "fairy" with his PPC the mechwarrior decided that discretion would be the better part of valor for now. Activating the mech's ECM system to shield him from being detected by this foe he urged Skeeter deeper into the city.

The Skeeter was silently recording the dogfight that was going on overhead focusing its attention on the "fairy". Analyzings the fairy's parameters and abilities nearly burnt out the Skeeter's onboard computer, and from the readings Carlos wasn't surprised whatever it was it was FAST and could hit like a nuclear bomb if it wanted to. He sent this data to NERV HQ hoping that Ikari's techs were competent enough to put it to good use, a few suggestions on how Cruz and him could beat this thing would be a good start. In the meantime he would let someone else take the spotlight for now, while he went off to find the perfect location from which to snipe at the fairy. Hang in there lieutenant.

"The hell?!" A massive stream of heat and light shot out towards the Skeeter, his left hand moved on its own its movements honed from years of combat as it jerked down hard on the waldo style joystick latched to his pilot's seat causing the booster equipped Skeeter to juke hard to the left just barely evading the beam. **** the readings from his Skeeter confirmed that the blast was easily on par with the sort of firepower that one would expect to find on a battleship. The fact that he couldn't immediately make out whatever the hell fired that beam was starting to freak him out, how the hell did they manage to fit that much firepower onto something so small?! His thoughts were interrupted when the thrusters on the right side of his VOB unit spontaneously exploded. Apparently even without a direct hit the energy that came off of that blast was more than enough to fry the powerful but delicate machinery of this "VOB".

He couldn't do anything in the air, so he might as well hoof it....but before that he switched on the beagle active probe, a device that was specifically designed to locate hidden enemies. A flurry of radar, sonar, and ECM waves shout out of the rapidly falling packhunter eventually locating the hidden shooter. "Lieutenant we got company. I'm not any good in the air any more they got my VOB unit. I'm sending you the coordinates of the enemy so do something about that *******. I'll make my way to the rendevous point on the ground.....good luck"

Before he crashed at the outskirts of the city he decided to give his mysterious attacker a gift, feeding the cords of the new enemy to the VOB unit he detatched it and sent its flaming carcass flying straight for the winged B*tch.