Arkcher

Yeah, that was my reaction too. ... and still is.

so Today is Brianrietta's 17th birthday. o: Sometime last week, an event of epic proportions took place. Through the standard highschool-drama, Brianrietta and RPVF are no longer friends. said drama being the usual 'liek omg he said she was going out with that guy but then he wasnt because she went on a date with the other dude three months ago and then i tried talking her out of it and liek it just never worked and now there are rumors about he and she doing something like buying shoes and then now shes talking to another guy online and their powers combined could construct the largest telescope ever built by man and then she said liek im not going on a date with you unless you get a dogsled and take us to alaska and liek so he keeps saying that she likes someone else and' So on, so forth. Some kind of rumor about Brianrietta, Which people traced back to RPVF. I didnt follow their logic all too well, but yeah. It must have made sense to them.

or a bobblehead of Anyone else for that matter.

I seem to remember way back when, stuff like that happened. ... the... old-timey emotes. :hado: :penguin: :um...emote: and also Sheena. and also the board navigation being in a side-bar. and maybe other things. o: man, Now I feel old.

Chocolate chip. ... Cookie. or rather, Ice Creams. [Horatio, You gonna work this like that three-word-story topic, first person to reply gets theirs posted?]

2) I have limited capability of editting videos. If you need videos to be compiled or given effects (visual or audible) let me know. [WMV or AVI, things of that nature. I dont yet have the means to work with Flash, although I can convert said .wmv's to .flv.] 5), I'm an obscenely active member, and as most members here could tell you, Im online most all day, just not one for posting or contributing. I'm willing to help moderate if needed. 6) Sounds good. I'd be willing to help beta test, moderate, or code parts of it. I have some experience making skins for websites, not so much designing them and working with a layout, but I can pretty them up. [The same can be said for this message board's skin.] 7) Im thinking that the lack of activity has to do with the target audience and first impression of the site. I've made several attempts at getting some of my other friends to join the site, and they turn it down upon hearing 'hampsterdance', and dont look any further in to it. ... I dont have any ideas as to how to remedy this, I just thought I'd let it be known.

well Regardless of who looks here, i'll try to get this topic going a bit... and see if Horatio will tell us about motorcycles o: My parents are being unusually supportive of the idea of me getting a motorcycle, I suspect because they're more gas efficient and awesome. (and a plus for going on dates.) Problem is, we know little to nothing about them, other than they're fun. We're going to check the DMV around here for classes about motorcycles, how to operate them at least, and other general information. but what kind of price range should we expect, What are good or bad brands, what things should one look for or stay away from, so on.

(saw that reference before, not sure where its from) Yeah, right now we're about a block away from a college campus, and with all their students of vast quantities, Its easy to just blend in with them and go to the university library for much intarwebz. =D Not like i've, uh, done that before or anything, -cough- and Horatio and MK should calm down more. 'cause its only gonna be like a week. And, if I have no internet access, but a compy, then I'll have significantly less distraction so I'll write stories and awesome things like that.

'cause this forum has few topics, I'll just let it be known that toward the end of february and the beginning of march, I'll have limited to no internet access. My parents found a really cool house, and we's gonna rent it for a year or two. Its about five miles away, so it wont be a tremendous job, but in that timeframe, computers will be packed, and then unpacked. ... yeah. Moreover, organizing intarwebz' access is uncertain at the moment. We're pretty sure that internet access is an option, but just coordinating the move will be a potential issue, seeing how much trouble we had with establishing said connection. So. I probably wont be on much in that timeframe.

“Torrn, what’s going on? You aren’t looking too well.” Denton walked down the hallway toward Nathan, who was leaning against the wall, panting, looking rather pale. He gulped, and nodded, and gestured in to the room next to him. Hesitantly, Denton stepped toward the open door, already scowling at the scent. Still in the hallway, he looked inside, covering his mouth in surprise, and stepped back. “… Look… its fresh.” Nathan motioned toward the trail of blood that he brought out, with growing anxiety. He really didn’t want to go through Harret again. Denton looked more angered than disturbed. “This… is not a job for just two patrol officers.” Nathan nodded in agreement. “We’re going right back outside. They need to send in more suited units.” Nathan felt slightly relieved at the thought of not having to take this by himself, and potentially losing his only ally, Denton. “If there was that much damage so close to the entrance, I… What kind of damage would there be further in…?” The two regrouped themselves and slowly made their way back toward the front room. Denton, the self-proclaimed senior, pulled out a handheld radio and announced their retreat. “We have reason to believe that Harret has not died out yet. Send in a few armed forces, then we’ll take a look around.” A response was given, but was drowned out by static. Denton motioned forward, and the two picked up speed. Just as they passed the main reception desk, Nathan slowed down again, cautiously. “… Denton.” Nathan’s voice shook. Denton turned around, agitated. Being still, the room was more quiet. “… Do you hear something?” Dust was falling from the ceiling, in accordance to a hurried scratching sound, which was infrequently interrupted by a light pound. The scratching got louder. Nathan and Denton stepped back, looking up at the ceiling. Something was definitely there, hurriedly digging through the ceiling tiles. A deep rumbling began… “GET BACK!” Nathan grabbed Denton by the shirt and forced him backward in time of a loud snap, followed by a deafening crash as the ceiling above them plummeted to the ground, creating a blinding dustcloud, debris flying everywhere, but the sound did not die down. Numerous cries and shrieks from some animal echoed through the room, and while the dust settled, unmistakably hundreds, thousands, countless small off-orange creatures tumbled down from above, streaming downward, and not hesitating in the least to proceed through the cracked or smashed glass doors. Nathan and Denton continued stepping back in awe, watching as these small creatures poured out and through the now broken doorway, out in to the open. Few deviants landed roughly toward the desk, but turned to the rest of its group. One finally saw Nathan and Denton, and approached them. No larger than an adult house-cat, the bare-skinned creature gazed at them for a moment, with surprisingly vicious looking claws born. It let out a loud cry, before lunging at the two humans, latching on to Denton, who thrashed at the creature trying to pry it off, before Nathan pulled out his pistol and shot at the creature from the side, knocking it aside, now idle. The gunblast drew the attention of the remaining mass of creatures, who must have simply identified them as a threat. All making a rather high-pitched shriek, they swarmed toward their new targets. “Run!” Denton shouted out and sprinted through the hallway door, closely followed by Nathan who slammed it shut, underestimating their capability. They made their way through reinforced ceiling, how would a door like this stop them? In short time, thick silver claws slashed their way through the thin alloyed door, before it gave way to the force of the small creatures, pursuing after their fleeing targets, who aimlessly sprinted down the hallway to its end, bearing much stronger doors. The two rammed the doors open, skidded to a halt and slammed the doors shut again, pushing against it to keep it closed against the force of the door being tackled and clawed, though this time bore little progress for them. “Torrn! Get that… pole!” Denton pointed back at a fallen support beam, rather small but broken in two. Nathan grabbed both pieces and fit them through the handles of the door, as the beating and slashing died down. Denton kneeled down, and Nathan leaned against a nearby wall. “What were those things?” Nathan spoke, not expecting an answer. “You’re the Harret expert around here, Torrn. You tell me.” “well… That exit wont be accessible for a while…” Denton looked up. “A lot of them were escaping outside just then.” Nathan looked back at Denton, as a thought dawned on him. “… That’s where Gauda was. And our alleged backup support.” [mmkay, so while I continue trying to get the ball rolling, which will involve making like 2 or 3 updates every other day, I have come across a hinderance. in... the ball-rolling. said hinderance is that I bought a Wii o: and right now, swording stuff on Zelda is more important than writing this out. By the time I have the game beat, i'll have some more updates and awesomes.]

wow. did anyone else read that as 'a pic, mah boi' This peas is wut all tru wurriurs try four?

Mushroom_king... I am a male! >_>.... Horatio... Did you EVER watch video game cartoons? The percentage of people in the world that watch vidya game cartoons is very, very small. Ok, does Mama Horatio watch YouTube poop? Haha, I've been hooked on that recently. Well, I hate the stuff that's totally repetitive/loud/strange, but I like some of the other stuff. Remember, Where there's smoke... ... they pinch back.

“You ready to do this, Denton?” Nathan stood before the main entrance to Harret, next to his companion Denton, who gave Nathan his trademark stern look, not kindly accepting the words of assurance. “… Right. Let’s just go in and get it done.” Nathan glanced behind him, at Chief Gauda who was standing among several engineers, some in trailers or other vehicles, and most in temporary computer set-ups. Gauda gestured Nathan to go on in, who hesitantly did so. Nathan wasn’t sure what to expect, but walked through the doors regardless. Main lobby looked like it would have been an admirable place, to give the building the illusion that it was a peaceful and enjoyable place to work, with a finished reception desk, and Harret’s title embossed in to the wall behind it. The reception desk was slightly scratched and damaged, with a vast number of papers strewn all over it. Nathan knelt down and picked up a few, scanning over them briefly. They generally logged dates and names, who has clocked in at what time, their various accomplishments, ranks and tasks. The names and projects would be of significance, no doubt. Nathan turned around, still able to see outside through the ajar doorway, wondering why nobody has come in to the front room. No more than ten feet in. Regardless, he put the papers neatly on top of the desk, which stood out of place among the other unorganized papers. “Alright… Where to first?” Nathan asked, seeing two options. On either side of the reception desk were two doors, respectively labeled Research and Execution. “… Execution, I’d expect the Research wing to just have unfinished projects.” Denton finally spoke, but doing so authoritatively. Nathan shrugged, and followed Denton through the said doorway. It lead to a hall, with several more doors on either side. The lower half of the walls had a great number of bullet holes and splatters of blood. About fifteen feet down the hallway was a long-gone Harret battalion, with his assault rifle and gear still on. Nathan sighed in frustration, already being reminded of his first time in Harret, finding himself lost in a maze of hallways and research rooms. “Alright, This will go a lot faster if we split up.” “Right. You take that side, I’ll search here.” Denton motioned toward separate side of the hallway, and entered the nearest door on the left. Nathan, to the right. Effectively, nothing was there. A half-destroyed computer which could have contained useful information was close by, but looking at the main PC, it didn’t look like it was blasted apart or ripped, more of forcefully cut and pried open and the insides mangled. Perhaps Harret foresaw its downfall and destroyed any valuable information? An overturned desk, a few shelves with various chemicals and samples on it, and a single biohazard containment capsule which was ruptured. Nathan turned around and exited back in to the hallway and took the next room. As soon as the door opened, a rather foul stench emanated from that room in to the hallway, causing Nathan to step back and gasp. He held his breath and hurried inside, finding it quite evident that he smelled decaying flesh among other chemicals and the like. A dead Carnefice was sprawled about the floor, with an overturned shelf nearby which must have contained test tubes, judging from the broken glass underneath it. Three other battalions were in various positions, all rather decimated. Nathan’s gut wrenched when he looked at them closer; They all had at least three large cavities in their body, which bore the rough shape and size of a cantaloupe. That certainly was new, and rather unpleasant. Nathan hurried back out and took a few breaths before running back in. He looked at the rest of the scenery, and it appeared that a number of desks or shelves were stacked in an effective staircase leading to a coverless vent on the ceiling. Some four feet away from the opening was an impalement, a hole the size of a Carnefice’ tail, which must have taken out a fleeing battalion or scientist. Certainly something that was desperately trying to get away, but unsuccessful as evident by the gore hanging out of the small opening. Bullet holes were found everywhere, along with claw slashes along the walls and parts of the floor. Again, Nathan stepped out, deciding he had seen more than enough of that rooms brutality. He panted for breath for a short while, and ended up looking down at the floor he stood on, and noticed that he was tracking blood in to the hallway with his shoes. … That would mean its still wet, it hadn’t dried… Which would mean that this, assuredly, did not happen more than just a few days ago. Nathan’s heart skipped a beat at this realization, that somehow the Carnefices would have survived this long, or there are still biohazards lurking inside Harret? [OH LAWD its Resident Evil all over again.] [and its not like you didnt see this coming, you knew it would happen sometime.]

que? ....eh? o_o exactly.

... then stop. >_>

[ D: They're catching on to my plans! -cowers- ]

[Oh calm down, nothing awesome has happened yet. XD]

[still trying to get the ball rolling :/ ] Nathan watched as an unwelcome sight became. Not long after sunrise, he and his two sisters were driving an all-too-familiar path, one they had hoped not to traverse again. They drove to the top of a small hill, while the wide structure of Harret emerged in to view. “Nathan, are you sure you have to do this?” Heather spoke up, and Nathan turned around to respond, “aw, There shouldn’t be much left in there. Its been too long, any Carnefices or anything should have starved to death or killed each other or something.” “Harret was always full of surprises, none of which were very pleasant. I don’t see this as much different from last time.” Heather tried to convince Nathan that things were out of order, and that sending just two patrol officers in was too dangerous. “Well, This time we’ll have the police force at our back. If something goes wrong, I think we’ll get some support.” “Like if you get impaled or shot, it’ll be all better because the force is outside..?” Kerrigan remarked, snidely, not looking away from the road as she drove. Nathan sighed, slightly frustrated, but glad that this time there’d be more security with him to keep his sisters from going in. “Nathan. ID.” Kerrigan got her brothers attention and motioned toward two patrol officers, guarding the outer gate to Harret, still in poor condition from Nathan’s passing. He dug out his ID card from inside his jacket, and held it in plain view in front of Kerrigan. “… I can’t see.” “ah, You don’t need to.” Nathan joked back, trying to keep a positive attitude about what he was doing, and pulled back in to the passenger seat to allow Kerrigan to drive them forward. Surprisingly few news and press groups were present, with several more squad cars. Unusual for a project that should involve only a handful of men. Kerrigan parked the truck casually, not in formation with the other vehicles. Nathan got out, and was soon found by Chief Gauda. “Torrn! There you are.” “Reporting for duty.” Gauda half-smiled, but quickly changed countenance. “Alright, cut the formality. You know what’s going on here, right?” Gauda put a hand on Nathan’s shoulder and lead him toward Harret. Gauda was notable for enjoying time off more than he should, and getting things done at his own casual pace but effectively nonetheless. Quite the opposite of Officer Denton, who was standing in plain view, staring at Harret. “Uh, Denton and I are going in and searching out any information we can get. … And, some technical guys and you will be controlling some of the lower-class security.” Gauda nodded. “Yeah, that’s... mostly right.” Nathan looked at Gauda, confused. “About half-way through taking control of Harret’s lower security, we ran in to some problems. A great quantity of Harret’s projects and information is inaccessible. It’s either not stored digitally, or not part of the main network. Some networks we’ve hacked in to lead to projects but cant be accessed, which implies that the computers storing them were destroyed or severed. There will definitely be some damage inside, but, of course, the threats have probably subsided.” Nathan speculated for a moment, recalling the vast armies of genetically altered soldiers at Jared Mills’ disposal, and their various encounters, along with the said force engaging Carnefice’s and Imponitore’s. “Don’t be dissuaded, one accomplishment we’ve made is that any meeting rooms or communication points inside Harret have been hacked, and we believe that they will be effective points for routine two-way communications. We’ll be standing by, but don’t expect any problems to arise.” Nathan nodded in acknowledgement, now turning his thoughts to Officer Denton. Nobody necessarily liked him, and Nathan was no exception to this. “Come on now, Denton is one of our best men. … He may not be much fun, but this shouldn’t be a long project.” “Alright. When are we heading in?” “As soon as you two are ready.” Nathan nodded once more, and searched out his two sisters. “I’ve got my cell. Let me know if anything happens.” Kerrigan rolled her eyes, having heard this same statement countless times in the past. Nathan half-heartedly hugged her, and did the same to Heather, who seemed more annoyed than anything else at this ordeal. “Good luck in there.” Heather stated, still looking irritated. Nathan looked down at her, exchanging annoyed expressions. “I’ll be fine. I don’t think any more Carnefices will be in there, or Seth or anyone else.” Heather didn’t audibly respond. “… Is something wrong?” Nathan asked, uncomfortably. “… No. Just hurry it up and come back out in one piece.” Nathan wasn’t convinced. “look, I just don’t have many fond memories of Harret. They killed our parents and almost killed you. Im just barely recovering from when they shot through me a few weeks ago. Past dangers may have subsided, but what if something new arises in there?” “I doubt it, but like I said, we can call for backup if we need help. Just relax, I should be out in no more than, what, 2 hours..?” “ Well, talking about it isn’t making those 2 hours go by any faster. Get a move on.” Kerrigan interrupted. “Alright, alright…” Nathan turned around and headed back toward Gauda and Denton. Heather was unusually short with him. “Gauda. I’m set to go.” “Wonderful. Denton is on the phone with his wife, so we’ll send you two in shortly.”

:blink: You seem to be a chick magnet! LOL I know D: I might like it if i were actively seeking a relationship, but im not.

yeah. so Much to Katman's and my amusement, I met someone on a particular MMORPG who is convinced that we have an online relationship. Im not sure what gave her this idea, but its more amusing than anything else. like when we go on a hot date to the Forest of Mist and grind for EXP. thats something she cant possibly miss. XD or in group quests, she has to shout out to let everyone know that 'this is our first group quest we'll finish together =D' its pretty hilarious.

Lower Norfair background music. from Super Metroid. is wicked awesome. And then the Space Pirates theme. from Metroid Prime 2, preferably, because it is more wicked awesome.

[right, so I think this is the seventh time I've tried to make this intro, and finally its turning out right. we'll see if I can get the ball rolling this time.] [First and foremost, while things will be re-introduced this will be a lot cooler and make more sense if you've read its prequel.] [Also, copyright, dont steal my stuff, I wrote it and you didnt, mmkay? mmkay.] Nathan Torrn leaned back in the drivers seat of his squad car, already very bored with today’s shift. Not too long ago, he was released from the Police Academy, having completed all standard courses there, including a select few advanced classes. This, not being two weeks actually on the force, wasn’t quite as interesting a job as he thought it would be. Calm as could be, he sighed and looked out the window, as few high school students passed this way and that, most of which looked just as lively as himself. Nathan reflected back on what brought him to this career in the first place… His now deceased parents were fairly well-known scientists, majoring in biology and chemistry. They performed well, and had taken a number of years to perfect various ways to perfect and refine the human race, adding disease immunization and heightened perception and senses, along with enabling faster physical and mental build. Though their work was cut short by a rivaling group of scientists calling themselves Harret, as their imperfect genetically-enhanced security guards were sent for piracy of the Torrn’s projects and decimation of their creators. Nathan was a prime example of the given physical build, being noticeably tall and muscular, while his two younger sisters showed the given cosmetic condition and intellect, respectively. Using his physical strength and ability, Nathan was able to infiltrate Harret and aggressively took out their executive offices, leaving it and its byproducts to destroy itself, leaving Harret labs to decay in to an inert state. From this, Nathan was sent to a police academy and had more than proven his worth in determination and skill in taking Harret out. “Torrn, you still out there?” A voice crackled through the nearby radio, recognizable as the distinguished Officer Tapper. “Affirmative.” “Boring day, huh?” “’Seems that things only happen around here when you’re off-duty..” “Well, people aren’t about to go breaking the law when they know the police force is right next to them…” “True, but… god, This is not the kind of thing I’d expected for a job like this.” A different voice emitted through the radio’s speaker, “Torrn, report to station B.” “Oop, I spoke too soon. Be right there, sir.” “Busted!” “Oh, shut up, Tapper.” Nathan lazily reached forward and turned the ignition, starting up the squad car, as he made his way back toward a substation. He knew nothing was terribly wrong, seeing how it was Chief Gauda, and his uninterested tone of voice. Then again, it was unusual of the second-in-command chief officer to call out a patrol unit back this time of day. At 2:15 PM, the city of Orgonth was as uninteresting as ever. In a few minutes time, Nathan followed a routine path back to the appropriate substation, and made his way inside, through the back door. “Well speak of the devil, here he is.” Chief Gauda announced as Nathan emerged through the door, drawing the attention of Chief Rimma and two very uninterested officers, who promptly just turned back to their computers and paperwork. "We were just talking about you..." “What can I do for you?” Nathan asked, surprised by Chief Rimma’s presence, who usually stayed in the main station, where he is thought to come up with excuses to not do anything or take responsibility as chief of police. “Couldn’t help but notice you grew bored with todays shift, Torrn.” Nathan shrugged, “You should try it sometime.” Chief Gauda laughed quietly, “We’ve had a project being planned for some time, and feel that since its scheduled to be carried out tomorrow, and you’re assigned to it, You should know about it.” “Sounds good. What do we have?” Nathan walked over to the table covered with various papers that the two executives were standing over. “Finishing off Harret.” Nathan’s heart skipped a beat, not expecting to hear from or of Harret ever again. “… Wow. But, uh, Dare I ask what could possibly be there? I don’t expect we’ll be able to salvage much…” Nathan asked, unsure. “We don’t expect to, either. Then again, we really don’t know what to expect. We’re dispatching you and Officer Denton to go in and take a look.” Denton was one of the other officers present, who looked up and made a quick emotionless wave at Nathan before returning to his paperwork. Denton was notable for taking everything too seriously, giving even the simplest of tasks the sternest attitude, and while he effectively got his job done, it usually wasn’t pleasant. Nathan wanted to protest this pairing, but didn’t want to look bad before those who could easily fire him. Gauda continued, “Over the past few days, we’ve had a few contracted engineers getting some prep work out of the way. They’ve done well to do everything possible outside of Harret, the rest is up to you. Most notable of their accomplishments is control of their delta-grade security, which will allow access to subaltern rooms, which consist of over 60% of the rooms.” “And, of course, higher-security will need in-depth interaction…?” Gauda nodded, smiling. “Exactly. We’ve recovered several beta or abandoned projects, numerous failed attempts at recreating your parents’ work, which is undoubtably one of the most secured pieces of information, supposing it is unharmed.” Nathan nodded, speculating. “Right now, Harret is inert and simply decaying. We cannot confirm anything, but if we can excavate anything… well, At best, we can not only recover the Torrn’s project and finally contribute it to the world in your name, but we can uncover everything else that Harret has done. I’m sure you’re well aware of their ability to genetically engineer and create bioforms.” Nathan watched Gauda suspiciously. What could we possibly use Carnefice’s for? “… Why would we want Harret’s projects? The Torrn project is enough, isn’t it?” Gauda thought for a brief moment, obviously trying to word his response. “We… have little interest in their end products, their.. accomplishments, the aftermath of their efforts. We simply feel it necessary to recover the steps on how to do it.” Nathan felt an aggressive twitch in his left arm, as he got a rush of adrenaline, and tensed. “You want to create more bioweapons, and seize our civilization…?” Nathan snapped back, feeling energetic and rather angry. Gauda raised his eyebrows and stepped back. Nathan swallowed, and stepped back as well. “… Excuse me a moment, chief…” Panting, he strode in to the nearest washroom, and forced up the sleeve along his left arm, revealing the slightly discolored yellow flesh along his bicep, which pulsated slightly, suddenly rather hot. Nathan leaned awkwardly over the sink and rinsed it, cooling it down, and proceeded to splash water on to his face, trying to catch his breath. A long moment later, Nathan approached Gauda once more, having gathered himself. “I, uh… sorry, I lost control.” Gauda eyed Nathan, considering his decision on who to send in to Harret. “Master yourself, Torrn. You’ll regret it otherwise.” Gauda comfortingly put a hand on Nathan’s shoulder, and walked away, back in to his office. Nathan glanced about himself, noticing that Rimma was no longer present. Denton was giving Nathan a slightly annoyed look, as both of them could tell that being paired to cooperate in a task would pose as an obstacle itself. [lol amidoinitrite]

:blink: And the new total is? I dunno. I'm currently marrying video game characters. Perhaps we could start with the number of dead husbands you have. I dont know if MK would count as a widow or not..?

I hope this will work o: I found that if I get my Fender Stratocaster guitar, use a 1/4inch-3.5mm adapter to plug in to the Audio In on my computer, I can make use of this cool program I found online that gives audio guitar distortion. (also makes microphone voice recordings sound pretty cool o: ) Distorted signal is sent to the stereo speakers, and lo and behold my computer is a guitar amp. but it doesnt stop there, I can use my desktop speakers, take the headphone output and use another 3.5mm audio jack and run the distorted audio out, and run it through another PC's audio in, and use recording software to get an mp3 of me playing mah gee-tar. Attached are recordings of me with mah gee-tar. I'm really not very good at it, but i've really made progress so im doing better and i'll post some more recordings when i have skill enough to play more than 3 things. =D

I never bother with the automatic updates, but that is to imply that i know more about them than I think i do. which is to say that I turn them off before they really start, but offhand I dont remember how I did it. XD So, taking a quick look through my compy, the only thing I see to match your description would be Start > Programs > Accessories > System Tools > Security Center. [Manage security settings for:] Automatic Updates. from there, you can choose if you want to get updates from Microsoft or not, if so how frequently, or a few other in-between options (like asking confirmation beforehand). 'That help?