Topic: More baby pics - Saara
Subject: Im gona win!
Im going for 35 babies..
Now i just have to find out a way to get all of those and escape all responsibility..
I guess moving to mexico would work but.. I really don't wana go there..
Any ideas?
Posted on 2008-03-26 at 13:01:05.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: ZOMBIES
Frustrated as he was to be treated like a damn neonate by the elder in front of him Ren hid it perfectly, answering him with a slight smile and the tiniest of bows
"I meant no disrespect Alder Salomon, consider those vermin of yours.. gone.."
He said as he raised his head and turned to leave. Normally he wouldn't act quite as humble as he had been this night but he really needed that book.
"Come on William, we have a social call to make"
Ren said happily, almost as if he looked forward to the prospect of violence. Which of course he did, but the main reason for his joy was the fact that the meeting had gone way better then he had ever even dreamed off. They had gotten their ticket to the price, and he was fairly sure that he had gained some slight credit in Salomon's mind weither he himself knew it or not.
Posted on 2008-03-25 at 15:14:21.
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Topic: Road to Glory - a Scion: Holy Roads game
Subject: What a strange little person
If Eztli's list of strange things he had seen hadn't become so damn long in the few years since he had met his father, he would have been really stunned by what he saw when he turned to face the rest of the goons. Instead he merely raised his eyebrows slightly as he carnage before him.
"It seems that this will take even shorter then i had imagined.."
He whispered to himself and looked at the girl over his shoulder, giving her a slight smile as he thought to himself
"Or it just got a whole lot worse.."
He didn't know the men before him, but they were definitely a greater threat then the burly thugs if they were hostile. From what he saw they were all highly skilled, just watching them made his blood boil with excitement. But his silent admiration was cut short when the Asian midget split the man he had so graciously spared in two with his black tattoo.. sword.. thing.. Even though he could hear a small voice in the back of his head telling him that the little fellow had a perfect right to do what he wanted he couldn't help but feel slightly angered at seeing something like that happening right in front of him. He had nothing against wanton violence but you really shouldn't take a life without the person thouroghly deserving the fate and the thug really hadn't done anything to the midget except perhaps make him feel self consious about his size.
He could feel his fist clench as the little fellow spun back, landing right in front of him only a few steps out of his reach.
"No.. It's not my place to tell others what to do.. I don't have the right to judge others for their actions.."
He whispered to himself and unclenched his hand, turning back to the girl.
"Seems that things are relatively under control... Are you alright? Why are they after you? Your beautiful and obviously not very low class but thats hardly a reason to rough you up quite that much.."
He said, giving her a slight smile as he stepped closer to her taking a better look at her body and her.. Condition.
Posted on 2008-03-20 at 02:11:29.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Hmm..
*Sacrifices a sheep in the hope that the update will come swift and good*
Posted on 2008-03-18 at 12:09:30.
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Topic: S:HR - Road to Glory Q&A
Subject: Hmm
Eztli has been traveling the world and stayed with multiple cultural groups in his life and learned their language and customs..
Im going to say that he stayed for six months after his visitation in the jungles of south america and learned everything that is preserved of the old aztec language there (Basically the language some tribe there speaks that is a decentant of the Aztecs since i don't think there are any perfect records of the aztec language in existance)
And.. Lets just say that for a short time in his life he got a slight obsession for samurai's and went to japan and learned the language.. *-)
Posted on 2008-03-18 at 12:08:56.
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Topic: S:HR - Road to Glory Q&A
Subject: Hmm
Right.. *-)
2 is just so ridiculously small compared to what he is capable of that i just had to ask
lol
And why does jacob have 7 languages and i only 5?
I cant find a reason in the stats...
Posted on 2008-03-17 at 13:13:57.
Edited on 2008-03-17 at 13:19:07 by Gerald Tarrant
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Topic: S:HR - Road to Glory Q&A
Subject: o.o
How much soak did those bastards have?
And how badly did you roll my dice? lmao..
Posted on 2008-03-17 at 11:52:51.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: Feh
Ren accepted the crimson glass without even glancing at it, never taking his eyes of the old man although he did give him a slight nod of gratitude.
"You are going to give us a priceless book in return for us taking care of one little neonate and a couple of ghouls..?"
Ren asked without expecting an answer, smiling a cold hollow smile at the old man, ignoring Williams words even though he had the courtesy to not interrupt him as he spoke. He felt wonderful, it was at times like this that he felt most at home and there was something exhilarating about trading words with a vampire that could probably end your life in a second like this.
"Aren't you insulting my intelligence now Alder Salomon? You could deal with a silly little insect like that without any trouble what so ever. Whats the catch?"
He asked, still smiling with his thin lips as he took a small sip of the blood, letting it flow through his mouth, savoring the divine tingle and taste it brought. He had never liked stored blood, but a virgin was good no matter how she was served.
Posted on 2008-03-13 at 23:43:49.
Edited on 2008-03-13 at 23:45:08 by Gerald Tarrant
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Topic: Road to Glory - a Scion: Holy Roads game
Subject: Interesting
Eztli watched with one eye as the girl ran screaming through the door and came crashing down on the floor only a few seats in front of him. The girl was absolutely beautiful, near god damn perfect so his first thought was to stand up and get his game going but in the end he decided it was best to find out what she was running from before he got to helping her.
Another man however did not have quite the same amount of common sense. One glance at him and Eztli could see that the man was most likely not suited for fighting and would probably just get in the way, he was just too frail and to old. But non the less you had to admire his courage or maybe foolishness as he went out of his seat to help the poor girl up from the floor. As predicted things didn't go very well for the old man, he had just finished helping the girl when he was put to death right after the cruelly cheesy phrase the brute spat at him before crushing his head like a cantaloupe proving Eztli's little theory. Those where not just random brutes going after a hot chick, this was something more and a lot bigger. Your average brute wouldn't hesitate to beat up an innocent a bit but they would think twice before killing them, or at least try to do it out of public sight. These did neither, that plus their disturbing apperance made it pretty damn obvious that this was something more.
But that all didn't really matter. Slowly Eztli rose up from his seat and walked towards the girl, his eyes fixed on her not even glancing at the thug standing nearest to her as he got into his range. To him the bat in the burly mans hands was nothing more then a toy, and he himself was but an annoying little bug waiting to be swatted. The man raised his club up, growling in outrage at the insult, opening his mouth to spout some more stupid shit but the words never came. In a blur of motion Eztli's right hand left his pocket and struck the man in the face with devastating force. He could a loud crack as his nose and maybe even a bit more shattered into pieces and he flew high through the air towards the second brute. Even so Eztli had held back a lot with that hit, maybe even more then he had to. To be quite honest he was terrified of his own strength, he had no idea about his exact limits but he did know that he could literally tear a person apart if he wanted too and the idea didn't really appeal that much to him.
"Your face is scarred with steel, wounds deep and neat. Like a double dozen before ya, smells so sweet"
He said with a faint smile as he stepped closer to her and smelled the blood dripping of her, quoting one of his favorite songs.
"Why don't you hate a seat and take it easy?"
He asked and gestured towards a lone empty seat besides them, smirking widely
"This will only take a second"
He said as he turned around, keeping one eye on the girl just in case, fate had played some pretty messed up tricks on him before.
(Using back of the blade on the brute and Opening Gambit and gave you a very easy quote  )
Posted on 2008-03-11 at 17:33:00.
Edited on 2008-03-11 at 17:36:00 by Gerald Tarrant
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: lmao
Very Hollywood
Posted on 2008-03-09 at 15:52:50.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: Old fart..
Ren let out a small but polite laugh, covering his mouth slightly as he let is slip out like an immaculate wave of soft silk slipping through the room.
"But a good business man also knows to try and lower the value of what he wants to get.."
He said with his normal sharp but silky voice as he let his hand slide over the cover of a book laying on the small table besides him, feeling the soft leather feel of the ancient cover, savoring the feeling. He had always loved books even though intellectual pursuits weren't his main expertise. He had always been a great liar and a wonderful charmer but somehow he had never been more then slightly above average when it came too academics.
"But I am truly sorry if i insulted you Alder Salomon"
He continued with a slightly more humble tone as to make it sound as if he actually felt something.
"What is it you would have us do? I'm sure my big friend here would me more then happy to put his big arms too use if it means we can have the book"
He said, smiling slightly as his fingers left the book on the table and fell down to his side
Posted on 2008-03-09 at 15:51:47.
Edited on 2008-03-09 at 16:02:02 by Gerald Tarrant
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Topic: S:HR - Road to Glory Q&A
Subject: hmm
Does the quote have to be from a movie?
Can we quote a well known book or song..
Like.. Shakespear quotes and shit?
Posted on 2008-03-09 at 01:24:10.
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Topic: It's that time....
Subject: Mmhmm
Congratulations
Its always fun when you take one more step towards getting old and wrinkled..
On the bright side though you can now legally buy alcohol in iceland..
Posted on 2008-03-08 at 22:16:44.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: Haxed
Ren couldn't help but shoot the man a slight smile as walked up closer too him
"Cunning o.."
He thought, stopping himself before he let his mind create something he would forget. How did he know all that? Did his information network stretch so far that he had heard all about the deal and everything or was he merely a very skilled user of auspex. Neither of those possibilities where good and just in case he started focusing most of his surface thoughts on an imaginary chess game to try and make a barrier around his deeper thoughts.
"Why do you think we are here for the Diary of Morpheus?"
He asked, just in case the man had just been trying to trick him with a good guess.
Posted on 2008-03-07 at 17:08:43.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Heh
Wish granted, but now that all the silly ones are gone you have no players left.
I wish boose didn't cost so much 
Posted on 2008-03-06 at 18:26:01.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Granted
But sadly the wish you chose was to try out how it feels to be trampled by ten pink rhinos so you are now squashed..
I wish i had a bigger gun..
Posted on 2008-03-06 at 16:16:11.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: ...
Fuck..
I said it doesn't matter let it go..
I just needed to get it out of my system because i think its stupid
(And even if you know 10000 drunk bikers that don't swear dosn't mean that it would be in character for a million others.. Especially since this isn't the normal world but the world of Darkness..)
But hey.. I will just go on with the censoring.. It doesn't really matter, everyone knows what i wrote anyways, tis just so stupidly pointless
Posted on 2008-03-05 at 21:33:19.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Mmhmm..
I will call you crazy.. Holding swearing out of an RP makes it rather silly at times..
I mean hell, a big drunk gruntish biker speaking like a priest? Come on..
But since we aren't talking about personal preference here but the rules of the forum this argument is rather silly..
Not as silly as the rules them selfs but bickering about it is pointless i suppose..
So lets just let this go and go on with the bloody story.
Posted on 2008-03-05 at 18:49:27.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Hmm
Its not like i can actually swear...
the site automatically covers up words like Fuck or fucking..
So as long as you don't put it into the fucking title there shouldn't be a problem.
Which of course makes no sense at all since everyone knows what is supposed to stand there and read it as such anyways..
Posted on 2008-03-05 at 13:10:52.
Edited on 2008-03-05 at 13:11:39 by Gerald Tarrant
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Topic: Road to Glory - a Scion: Holy Roads game
Subject: Eztli Salvatella
Slowly the lights of Milan started to fade away, replaced by the serene darkness off a moonless night. Eztli didn’t know which he preferred, the organized chaos and unpredictability of the city life or the endless freedom of the countryside. The cities where more fun, there was no doubt about that. But there was something very peaceful about nature, or as much of it as was left untouched in this world of industry and machines. He however did know that he really disliked public transportation, it was so rigid and he had absolutely no control over it. He couldn’t make the train go slower if he wanted to get a better look on something they where passing by and he couldn’t make it go faster if he was in a hurry. This evening he sadly didn’t have any choice. Getting chased around the place by middle aged bums wearing leather jackets and cowboy boots had been fun for an hour or two but seriously, it had already been a week since the little incident and they still showed no sign of giving up their little man hunt, talking about having nothing better to do.
“So god damn troublesome..”
He sighed to himself as he let himself sink down into the seat, resting his feet up on the seat in front of him, barely an inch above the head of a woman who was either to intimidated by his appearance to make a fuzz out of it or merely just didn’t give a damn. Silently he mourned the loss of the Harley he had been ‘given’ earlier this week but there was nothing that could have been done about that. The bloody demonic Cupids would have expected him to go by the road and would be waiting for him. Normally this would have excited him, he enjoyed a good fight just as well as any other egoistical violent brat on a permanent power trip. But today it just didn’t seem very appealing. Maybe he was growing tired of beating up bearded skinheads with a horrible taste in tattoos. He didn’t really know and he didn’t really care, he just wanted to fall asleep so that he could get out of this hellish high-speed cage as soon as he possibly could.
Maybe this isn’t that bad, it’s rather soothing. The vibrations of the train speeding across the land, the faint whispers of the people around me, a child.. Kicking my seat…
He thought to himself as he brought his eyes open again his annoyance rising with every touch but he dealt with it without a fuzz. The child was just exited playing a hard level in its game, it had all the right in the world too, and it would stop eventually. He just hoped it would stop sooner rather then later because this constant thumping was starting to really tick him off.
When it had gone on for over fifteen minutes without any sign of slowing down or stopping he decided to turn around and ask the child’s mother or father to stop it. What he saw wasn’t really what he had expected; there was no child and definitely no mother. Just a small bald man reading the business section of the newspaper with such hysteric glee that he found himself forced to make his feet bounce up and down constantly.
“Excuse me sir, but could you please stop doing that?”
He asked politely, giving the friendliest smile he could
“Buzz off kid.. I’m trying to read..”
The little man said a condescending tone in his voice without ever looking up from his newspaper.
“Let me rephrase that..”
Eztli virtually growled as his right hand shot out in between the seats, through the middle of the mans newspaper grabbing his collar tightly.
“What I meant to say was..”
He continued in the same hostile voice as he pulled the man towards him, slamming his face into the back of his seat so that only his eyes and nose could be seen through the small crack in between the seats.
“Stop doing that or I will break both your legs so that you can never do that again”
He growled at the pathetic little man, staring deep into his tiny little eyes
“Comprende?”
The man just nodded slightly and Eztli threw him back into his seat and turned around
“I hate trains..”
Posted on 2008-03-04 at 18:38:45.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Hmm
It dosn't really roll of the tongue easily..
I love this video ^_^
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIjWrpnhUsE&feature=related
Posted on 2008-03-04 at 14:14:51.
Edited on 2008-03-09 at 16:02:44 by Gerald Tarrant
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Hmm
Sure i will follow the rules..
I will still criticize them and make damn sure everyone knows i find them completely and utterly retarded.
Posted on 2008-03-04 at 13:04:17.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Bleh,,
Fucking censorship..
Profantiy is bullshit >_>
We can write about tearing people a new A-hole or slicing the necks of small children but we can't say Fuck..
Makes no sense >_>
Posted on 2008-03-04 at 10:54:40.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: YES
Alcohol is expensive here in iceland and me and Shounin SUFFER because of it..
All we ask for is the chance to be hammered every single weekend but nooooo... It costs more then buying a f-in boat..
one L bottle of vodka can cost up to 40 euro's.. >_>
And it costs this much here because of ridiculous taxes and the fact that there is only one company here that actually sells boose because its the only one legally allowed too >_>
That might change soon though with beer and shit.. I hope that will force them to lower the prices...
Posted on 2008-03-03 at 09:46:53.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: Ramblings of a sick mind
The man was older than Ren remembered, but then again he had never had that good of a memory for faces. Slowly he bowed his head slightly as a sign of respect, knowing that the Ordo Dracul very often upheld some of the same standards of etiquette as the Invictus although usually not to the same extreme level.
"Good evening Most Wise Alder Salomon, My name is Baron Ren Majere speaker of the Invictus and this here is my 'associate' William"
He said with his normal soft fluid voice with a highly respectful tone although it was far from submissive or shaken as he did his very best to hide the fact that the situation unsettled him.
"And don't worry about him, he is more civilized than his looks and nature would hint at when he tries.."
Ren lied with a slight smile, glad that the Vampire seemed to be angrier at his ghoul for letting them in then at them for getting in the way they did.
"We are here in the search of knowledge and know that there is no place as good to find it as in the halls of your library"
He continued, daring to take a few steps forward into the room too seem calmer and more collected then he was.
"We come here looking for a few books, and hope that you can help us out.."
He said, smiling a bit wider, intentionally not mentioning the fact that they didn't expect to get it for free knowing that it didn't even occur to the old dragon.
Posted on 2008-02-28 at 21:40:28.
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