Demondaze

Sorry, everyone, and Grandor especially, you'll have to go it on your own. My computer began smoking at 6:30 Friday afternoon, and when I popped it open and cleared away the acrid cloud, my motherboard had melted to my fan. Why, I don't know. I hadn't even thought it would be possible. But, there you go. A new surprise every day. I'm gonna be gone for awhile, I think. Until I can replace my computer, anyway. I might be able to get on during the weekends, but that's it. I'm only on now because my brother went to bed and I'm using his machine. So, I guess what I'm saying is, sorry for being useless.

Please excuse my lack of co-operation. I'm having hard-core cpu problems. I had a good bit of the story done, but I am a habitual late-saver, and when my computer crashed I lost most of it. Since then I've been fighting with the internet, my editor, and restoring my PC to optimum capacity. In short, It's been a hellish weekend for all those involved. That would be... me. I'll get the intro up by tommorrow. Sorry again.

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Um... Uh... Hmmm... Nope, nothing witty or pithy to say. You know, I can't behave like an idiot if nobody gives me anything to play off of. I just end up sounding stupid. Oh well.

So, tell me, what is it you do? I'm a writer. I write. It's what I do. I've missed publication again, because Disney stole my idea. Thus, I'll be around. If you need anything written, feel free to ask. All I ever do is write. I'm an Idea guy, too. I loves Ideas. Ideas and me, we're best friends. I dated Ideas sister once. Didn't work out though, she's crazy. But, hey, I'm still the guy for ideas. If you want an example of my work, just check the literature section of this site or go to fictionpress.com and search for the author Expletive Deleted. He's me too. And if you want to PM me your hotmail, you can, but it's easier to reach me though this site.

What I hate is when there are about fifty manwha in a series, and they leave off translatng at ten. I can read some japanese, so if they were manga I could manage. But Korean? I don't even know anybody who knows Korean, and I know alot of people! Man, I loved Ragnarok, too.

I like it. It implies that the world keeps turning, regardless of whether we're there to see it or not.

Well, I want to look like a common Oni. If you don't know what an Oni is, Google-Image that crap. I don't have any handy pictures, so you'll probably have to.

Well, I'm all for Leon being our ignoble leader. I, however, will stay just abit behind and to the side. An old BGII maxim: "He who leads triggers traps". (Another was "Save Early, Save Often," and the last was "Never trust a man in skin-tight brown pants.") As for the story, patience my young padawan learners. We will get it to you when it is done.

X, Escaflowne, Saiyuki, Shuffle!, Ichigo 100%, and Azu Manga Daioh are all tops. Bleach, Samurai 7, Samurai Champloo, Outlaw Star, Trigun and Cowboy Bebop are good too. But the best, the tour de force, the greatest anime of all time, is without contest Love Hina. And you will never change my mind.

I don't usually apologize. The way I look at it, I mean everything I say. Always. But then, I'm an rear. (Can I say that?) Saying sorry is very important. I'll just shut up.

So... Nobody has touched this in a month, but, hey, why not! My favorite bands, presented in Caps because they're my favorites, are: SLIPKNOT, HIM, RAMMSTEIN, STONESOUR, MY RUIN, KILLSWITCH ENGAGE, MUDVAYNE, ROB ZOMBIE, ATREYU, BLEEDING THROUGH, DARKEST HOUR, FLAW, A PERFECT CIRCLE, NINE INCH NAILS, OZZY, DEFTONES, NIRVANA, SEETHER, MOTLEY CRUE, MARILYN MANSON, KORN, SHINEDOWN, SYSTEM OF A DOWN, LACUNA COIL, DISTURBED, STAIND, OTEP, GODSMACK, AFI, THREE DAYS GRACE, LIFEHOUSE, THREE DOORS DOWN, THE KILLERS, JET, POWERMAN 5000, STATIC-X, PEARL JAM, PINK FLOYD, MISFITS, ARCH ENEMY, GWAR, DROWNING POOL, TRAIN, FIVE FOR FIGHTING, GOO GOO DOLLS, RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS, SLAVES OF SOCIETY, TASTE THE PAIN, TOM WAITS, SNOW PATROL, and last, but far from least, DMX

Hey, I've been saying it for weeks. I'll write anything. It's what I do. I mean, seriously, I get paid for it. It is literally my job. Luckily for you fellows, I'm working pro bono. Celebrate, you've all got preferred customer status. And, unfortunatly, I have been passed up for publication again. So, I'll be around here for awhile longer. Uh... am I going to have to provide an example of my writing prowess, because I can, if you'd like. Or, you could, you know, just read the poems and short stories I've already uploaded. Or you could dismiss me out of hand; Really, you're just flooded with options. :D So... yeah. There you go... Yeah. I can have a rough story up for approval in less than two hours. Just say the word.

Just for the general knowledge, III was a Japan-only release for the Nintendo Entertainment System until just recently, with it's remake on the DS. (Unless, of course, you use emulators, and then it's available in english to anybody who cares). There's also VI, which was released as III in america due to a lapse in localising the missing titles. I'm not saying that they aren't good games, I'm just saying it's gotten a little... old. Yeah, that's it. Old.

I tell almost everyone this, but Final Fantasy is over-rated. It's the only main-stream RPG out there. And while they did more or less build the genre, they haven't introduced anything ground-breaking in terms of game-play, story-line or character concepts in years. We have enough resentful thieves and brooding swordsmen in the genre already. Do we need more? And how many earth-shattering wars can occur in one series? Does every world-threatening pretty-boy in the universe need to use a conveniently timed war to cover his actions? Or are the designers really that lazy? But, now that I'm done bashing what is, undoubtedly, your favorite RPG series, I'll just add that my favorite was III, which I played in 1992, and was my introduction to RPGs. A close second would be Tactics, because it bore almost no resemblance to the other titles in the series.

What inspires me? Like, what, truthfully? 100%, no bull, What inspires me: Everybody else. Seriously. If it weren't for you guys, and the guys everywhere who either read my stuff or give me the ideas for it, I'd be a pretty poor writer. I mean, I'm not much when it comes to actually making a game, but if you need ideas, there's no one better to turn to. For real, when I'm on form, it's like the action of the Oscillating Ocelot, or the Reciprocating Weasel. I don't know what it means, but the words fit together nice. And that's what counts, home-fry.

And on that note, if there's free pie why aren't I getting any? I tell you, you think you know a guy, and then he goes and hides pie from you. Honestly! That's graditude for you, hiding pies. That's it, Satiel, we are friends no more! Oh, yeah, and hi there Advent. Tell that Satiel person I'm not talking to them, hiding pies like that. ___ ( :lol: ),\/,, /[_]\/ | | ((Ascii-guy says "Peace"))

You should be able to find a Zelda sprite here: http://www.teamanti.com/rmxp/ As for the rest... I dunno. Look around.

The wolves are running again. I can hear them. They pour through my mind like stagnant blood from the wrists of some dark god. And I can feel the hunger pounding in my veins. It feels like suffocating, and learning to breath, and drowning in the earth, all at once. With every breath it splits my lungs, every pulse burns in my veins. I wish it would end, sometimes. But, then, in the quiet moments, I find myself missing the braying of the wolves. The voice beneath my skin is whispering again. Telling me where to go, what to do. Who to kill. It always tells me who to kill. There are times when I wonder... But that doesn't matter now. The wolves are running again, and it's almost time to hunt. ---------- Elizabeth ran ahead of her nanny, quickly darting behind an old, crumbling wall once she was out of sight. She was supposed to be out for an afternoon walk, but today she wanted to explore. Besides, there was something she needed to do, and she couldn't do it with her nanny tagging along. After all, she was nearly fifteen, and it was her castle anyway, wasn't it? What could possibly happen? She waited until the portly woman had shuffled past, calling out Elizabeth's name in her usual, tired voice, and then jumped up from her hiding place. She stepped quickly through the ruins of the old gaurdhouse, stopping only once to pick a few wild flowers from a bush on her way. It wasn't long before she found what - or, rather, who - she had been looking for. It was a man several years older than she, at least as far as age is determinable behind the mask he wore. He was tall, and thin, with golden blonde, backward swept hair and cool, glittering red eyes. He was shrouded in a ragged, dirty red cloak, the volumous cowl hanging loose across his back. He stood there in exactly the same spot she had seen him stand for two days, simply staring at the castle as if entranced. Elizabeth watched him for a moment, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "What are you looking at?" she asked innocently. When he didn't answer, she shrugged her slim shoulder and said, "I live there you know. In the castle? Daddy says that since we live in a castle I'm a princess. Or, at least, he used to." "Where do you live?" She asked when her previous revelation failed to prodouce a reaction. "Are you from the village?" Still the masked man hadn't even glanced her way. She tried a diffrent tactic. "You shouldn't ignore people. It's rude." With that, the man did turn to her. His burning eyes bored into hers; bored through hers, it seemed. Softly, in a cold clear voice, he said, "And you shouldn't talk to strangers. It's dangerous." Elizabeth sat down, smoothing out her skirt as she did so. "You don't seem all that dangerous.", She countered. "Neither does a wolf, until it bites." he offered, "I could be a boogeyman and you would have no way to know." "There's no such thing as boogeymen. Besides, you don't look like much of one anyway." "Don't I?" he asked, indicating his mask with a tilt of his head. It was shaped like a human face, but with all the features smoothed over. There was no definition to the eyes, the nose, the mouth. Where lips should have gone, there were stitches, as though someone had gone to great pains to insure the mask's silence. The entire thing was white, with jagged, swirling veins of red throughout. The end result was decidedly ghoulish. Elizabeth shuddered, "Why do you wear a mask anyway?" "Why do you wear clothes?" She giggled, "So nobody sees me naked, silly!" His stare seemed to indicate that his answer was just as self-evident. "You're weird." she said, cocking her head to the side. "Am I weird? And what if you are just imagining me right now? You would be talking to yourself. Wouldn't that make you the weird one?" Elizabeth giggled again, shaking her head. "You are weird! But I like you." She said as though she had just awarded him the world's highest honor. "What is your name?" He looked at her for a moment, and then breathed "Skurai." "Skurai..." the girl repeated, chewing on he lip thoughtfully. After a moment she seemed to come to a descision. "Would you like a flower, Skurai." He paused, and then stretched out one black gauntleted hand to take the small, purple flower she held out to him. "I don't know what kind it is, though." she said as the black leather clad hand vanished back into the ragged cloak. "Lilac." Elizabeth opned her mouth to say something in response, but whatever it was, it was cut short. At just that moment, her nanny had rounded the corner and spotted her charge sitting in the grass. "There you are, young lady! Whatever were you thinking, running off like that? And what are you doing back here anyhow? You know these old ruins are off limits!" "I was just talking to..." when she turned to indicate Skurai, she found herself pointing at an empty patch of dirt. "To who, dear?" the nanny asked, looking around, "Never mind. We've got to get you inside and cleaned up for dinner." "But nanny..." "No buts, little miss. Get you gone back up to that castle. Hurry now, we mustn't be late." she said as she shooed Elizabeth back the way they had come. She hesitated then, giving the old ruin one last glance. ---------- Skurai watched them go from the crumbling top of a long-ignored tower. The girl had been interesting enough, for a child. She had seen him, for one thing. That in itself was an accomplishment. Not many people did anymore. It was becoming easier and easier to simply blend in with the shadows these days. As the sun set in the distance, he idly twirled a sprig of lilac between his thumb and fore-finger. "The time draws near. Soon, we hunt." Soon we feed... ---------- Flames danced in the great hearth, bathing the dinning hall and it's occupant in shadows. The dark wood of the furnishings and walls seemed to absorb the light. The small, flickering candles did little to dispell the air of darkness hanging over the room. The silence was broken only by the scraping of forks across plates and the ocassional clink of goblets. Elizabeth wore her best gown, all violet silk and black lace. Her dark red hair was tied up on either side of her pretty face, falling over her shoulders in twin masses of curls and ringletts. Her father had been gone for weeks, and this was the first dinner since his return. She wanted to look her best for her father, but he was oddly quiet and distracted on this night. "How was your trip, daddy?" she asked sweetly. "Hmmm? Fine, fine." he replied, not bothering to look up from the papers he had been reading. Elizabeth, slightly put-off by his lack of attention, leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "I met someone today." she said after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. "Did you?" "Yes. He was a weird man, with a scary mask. He wore a really tattered red cloak and this strange black armor. He didn't talk much, but he kept staring at the castle..." Elizabeth began, but her father quickly cut her off. He leapt up from his chair and rushed over to her side. Roughly grabbing her arm and jerkng her around, he demanded to know, "What was his name, Elizabeth?" The young girl cried out, "You're hurting me, daddy!" The lord didn't seem to hear her, or care. He shook her again, more violently this time. "What was his name!" "Skurai!" She cried out, and the door flew in, it's hinges ripped from their stone moorings as casually as one might break a twig. Through the wreckage of the door stepped a pair of the castle gaurds - backward. It was not clear what they were backing away from, but it was obvious they were both terrified. "N... No... NO!" one of them shouted, dropping his sword and turning to run. When he did, however, a white blade pushed through the back of his armor and burst throgh his chest. It ignored the breast-plate he wore as though it were no thicker than a breath and no more sturdy. The blood sprayed out from the wound in a gush at first, but slowed to a stream when the sword slid back out. As his body fell, Skurai stepped into the light. His eyes caught on Elizabeth's terrified face, and he hesitated. The sword he held in his hand was ivory white, long and heavy. It was obviously intended to be held in two hands, as was evidenced by the incredibly long blade. He couldn't have been wearing it under his cloak. There was no way. As Skurai lingered on the girl, the second gaurd shouted out, "You bastard!", and thrust his blade into Skurai's thin chest. The mask turned to regard the swordsman quite calmly, no hint of fear at all in his cold eyes. "Die." He suggested, swinging the blade with amazing control and strength, considering the close quarters they stood in. It didn't take long for the man's torso to fall away from his legs. "He he he..." Elizabeth jerked in horror, at the sound of her father's chuckling. He couldn't possibly find this funny! "So you've found me, have you, Skurai?" It was her father's voice, but at the same time it wasn't. It was lower, darker. More like Skurai's than the kind, loving man she had known her whole life. "Yes. I think I have." The dark swordsman said, turning to regard the lord of the castle. "And what do you intend to do now, Demon Knight?" Skurai shrugged casually, planting the tip of his blade into the stone floor and leaning on it like a walking stick. "Feed you to my sword." As he spoke, a single eye slowly opened up just above the hilt. It was blood-shot and sickly, red in color, with a snake-like pupil. It's gaze was dark and malevolant, sliding across the two nobles slowly, as if savoring their taste from afar. "...The sword!" Elizabeth gasped. ...To be continued

I can do it... maybe... I think I'm going to send the system idea to Sephirothspawn and see how he'd do it. If he thinks it's do-able and not to hard, I'll give it a go. If he laughs at me and tells me it's going to be really, really, really hard... I'll still do it. Who am I kidding. But in the meantime, On with the show! Pages must go on!

=== Player Information ------------------ Name (or alias): Daze Username: Demondaze E-mail Address: darksundirector@yahoo.com === Character Information --------------------- -Name: Skurai -Gender: Male -Physical Description: Nobody knows what the cold, dispassionate Skurai really looks like under his mask, but rumors abound. Some say he's horribly scarred, while others say he's hauntingly beautiful. There are those who insist that he is a normal human, while still others would have it that there is no face at all beneath that mask, just an ebony mist. All that is known about him is that he is of average height, with a more or less average build and a mane of shaggy, golden blonde hair. -Personality: Cold and vicious, Skurai has been seen at some of the worst massacres in the world. They say that during the Island Liberation Wars you would see him at every battle, gleefully slaughtering anyone who drew too close. Few have ever come close enough to this dark, bloody figure to learn the truth, but those who do are often shocked to find that he doesn't seem mad at all. Odd, yes. A touch forgetful and a touch mounstrous, but he's amiable enough, right up to the point where he tells you that his sword wants you dead. -Background and History: Not much is known about Skurai before he became known as the Cursed Swordsman. Reports of his presence on the feild of battle date back to the days of Riou and the Agorianis Empire, though whether it was the same man or not remains a mystery. It is commonly held among the more skeptical historians that Skurai chooses an apprentice before he dies, and passes on the mask and blade that made the name famous. However, like most things surrounding the Cursed Swordsman, it is little more than a mystery. -Weapons: The Demon Blade Feazoukizo is a mysterious sword long known to strike fear in the hearts of innocent villagers and hardened warriors alike. Some call it the "Sword of Villains", others the "Sword of Immortality". Although the details of this legendary sword change while the rumors spread around the world, its nature is unmistakably evil. The evil sword is said to change forms to accommodate its opponent's fighting style and experience. Whenever the sword is bathed in blood, its single eye appears enraptured. It can comand its wielder to commit grotesque crimes in order to consume blood, but its true purpose and intents remain unknown. -Equipment: Skurai wears a suit of dark, leather-like amor. The portions of his body not covered by armor, such as his torso, are clad in a chaotic, unusual array of straps and belts. His form is usually shrouded in a ragged, tattered, deep red cloak. He also wears a mask, and a heavy leather dog-collar. ===

I would. I really would. But I need to stop starting new projects. If I dothis one, I'll have to scrap another. Maybe I'll just work on this as a pet project for awhile

I'm thinking novelty RPGs... Like, how about this: a Golf RPG. You gain experience as you play the holes, and the amount differs depending on how well you golf, and you can buy armor (clothing) to better your game, and weapons (clubs) to increase your power. The plot would be something like "The ancient evil demon Albatross has returned to the world of Golfitania! Only the boy chosen by the Club of Destiny can defeat him! But first, he must master the ancient game of the precursors and defeat Albatrosses three henchmen, Birdie, Eagle and Bogey! Can he do it?" Oh, and hey, every time you blow a stroke and get over par, you lose HP. The only way to get it back is to do really well on the next hole. If you run out of HP you lose, and you get sent to the nearest hospital. And you could spend MP to use really powerful golf techniques. We could use a variant on the basic battle system and golfing could be turn based (obviously). We could use the damage system to gauge distance (Damage = yards driven); putting I'm not sure about. Of course, we'd have to use an animated battle background, or something. And figure out animated battlers. And you would be able to travel all across the world playing different monsters at golf and recruiting caddies to carry your clubs and help you out. Or we could substitute tennis, or ping-pong, or something. At any rate I was trying to think up an original idea for a game, and this is what came to me. I love golf, and I love RPGs, so I was thinking... why not? I need feedback. Tell me if you think anybody would play it, or if that's just me.

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This poem go boom. Delete at will.