For the sake of completeness, here's the old message board, which apparently went insane. Ha ha! We are infectious!
Does anyone know how to kill this computer problem?
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Okay, I've got something that, upon startup of windows, keeps starting processes called 'Wscript'. Lots of them. Continuously. I terminate them, but more keep popping up all the time.
This is, obviously, bugging me like nothing before. The processes don't seem to do anything, they just take up a lot of memory, hinder other programs, and give me a horrible lag.
Anyone's encountered this before, or something? Any ideas?
Posted on Nov 11, 2003, 10:23 AM from IP address 193.10.185.3
Actually, it turns out it's VBS.Haptime.A@mm, but it's sucky enough.
And it's sorta attached a honkin stupid self-replicating script on every html file on my hard drives, meaning I'll either have to torch 'em or manually edit hundreds of files. Crap crap crap.
But yeah, thanks. I wouldn't have known where to look otherwise.
Posted on Nov 12, 2003, 10:15 AM from IP address 193.10.185.3
Someone will be round shortly with your walker and hearing aid. There may be bran muffins later!
In other news of the rapidly aging, one of my college friends, who is only two months older than me, just recently bought a house. With her husband. They have a mortgage. That blows my mind.
Posted on Nov 8, 2003, 10:04 PM from IP address 68.35.229.128
My friends arrange coach marathons, throw each other in the pond, and are constantly at war with CSN over tuition funding so they won't have to live on instant ramen. I'm 24.
But congrats on the birthday, Mark... you kid.
Posted on Nov 10, 2003, 4:03 PM from IP address 193.10.185.3
My friends arrange coach marathons, throw each other in the pond, and are constantly at war with CSN over tuition funding so they won't have to live on instant ramen. I'm 24.
But congrats on the birthday, Mark... you kid.
P.S. Someone please kill whatever mouthbreathing hack programmed this forum.
Posted on Nov 10, 2003, 4:05 PM from IP address 193.10.185.3
It was a bright, shiny, peaceful afternoon in Tokyo, complete with all
the trimmings, viz. frolicking birds, singing squirrels, etc., as the
Van o' Justice pulled into the parking lot of Sid's Shop-Kwik-N-Save-
A-Lot. It pulled into a space and quietly disgorged Kim Kawphan, Jhun
Hoon, and Kim's two sons, one of whom was picking his nose, the other
of whom was intent on a game of Final Fantasy Tactics Advance.
"Well, Jhun Hoon," Kim said loudly, "these past few months sure have
been busy! And full of events!"
Jae Hoon looked up from his GBA, puzzled.
"They certainly have, Kim Kaphwan, what with you saving the world! And
all those things that needed resolution...uh...being resolved!"
Jae's eyes swiveled warily between his father and Jhun. As he watched,
the two of them turned abruptly, striking heroic poses and smiling
blindingly into the middle distance. "...What are they staring at?"
he asked Dong.
Dong Hwan, too, turned to face nothing in particular and tried to strike a
heroic pose, although it didn't quite come off as he was now painstakingly
excavating both nostrils at once. "Come, brother Jae," he bellowed, "let
us enter the store and purchase food! Like siblings with mismatched powers
of fire and electricity should!"
"Who are you looking at?" Jae demanded. "And why is everyone talking
like exposition in a bad movie?"
Kim and Jhun snapped back to normal.
"Got the shopping list?" asked Kim.
"Right here," said Jhun, patting his breast pocket.
Dong nodded as though some great truth had just been revealed, disengaged
his fingers, and followed them into the store. Jae sighed, shook his head,
and started after them, resuming his game.
Meanwhile, under the Van o' Justice, a mysterious overcoated figure let go
of the underside of the van and crawled out into the parking lot. It
chuckled evilly and then quickly sidled around to the back of the store.
Inside the store, Kim and Jhun split up the list.
"Boys, why don't you go wait over there," Kim suggested, pointing to a
bench near the pharmacy. "We shouldn't be too long."
"Hey Dad, do you mind if I pick up a few things?" Dong asked.
"Well, okay," Kim said dubiously. But nothing expensive, okay? And no
sugary stuff."
"Okay!"
Dong grabbed a handbasket and ran off toward the baking supply aisle.
Jae followed behind him, walking. He caught up with Dong as he was piling
the basket full of flour.
"What do you want all that for?" asked Jae.
"I'm gonna make breakfast tomorrow!" Dong ansered, with Goofy grin #82, the
"I'm Quite the Chef" Goofy Grin.
"With all that?" said Jae, pointing at the mound of flour bags.
"Do you know how many people live in the Manor now?"
"Point," Jae sighed.
"Ooh, say, would you mind running over to the dairy aisle and picking up
a few dozen eggs?"
Muttering to himself, Jae walked to the other end of the store, selected
several cartons of eggs, and returned. By this point the handbasket was
so full it could not be lifted, and Dong was pushing it along the floor
with his feet.
"Wouldn't it have been easier to use a cart?" Jae asked, as he precariously
balanced the eggs on top of the rest of the stuff.
"Nah. People look at you funny if you take a cart into the express lane."
Jae rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Can we go sit down now?"
The two of them wandered toward the bench, Dong pushing his dangerously
overloaded basket. On the way, they passed a display table staffed by a
small, uninteresting man with a receeding hairline and droopy mustache. The
table was adorned with misshapen lumps of badly-painted plaster. "Would you
like to buy a kitchen gnome?" the man asked.
Jae looked up from his game. "What's a kitchen gnome?" he asked.
"Why, it's like a garden gnome, but for the kitchen! See, this one has a
spatula instead of a fishing pole," said the salesman, indicating a slightly
less misshapen lump with a large, bulbous nose and some sort of kitchen
utensil clutched in its chubby hands.
"That has got to be the stupidest--"
"Boy howdy!" Dong exclaimed. "Do they come with biscuits?"
"Um..." said the man, his eyes shifting shiftily. He held up a finger.
"Excuse me just one second," he said, and sprinted down an aisle. He
returned shortly with several bags of frozen biscuits. "Yes," he said.
"Yes they do."
"Yay!"
"But he just--" Jae started.
"*Biscuits!*" Dong cheered. "We'll take one! I like this one!" Dong
grabbed the spatula-fisherman gnome and clutched it to his chest.
"...Yeah, okay," said Jae. "But I'm not chipping in for it."
Dong wedged the gnome in among the sacks of flour, cornmeal, and other
assorted powdery substances, and they continued on their way. Kim and
Jhun retuned about fifteen minutes later. Both of them eyed Dong's
handbasket dubiously.
"That's...a lot of flour," said Jhun.
"Yes."
"And baking powder."
"Uh-huh."
"And what is that...thing?" Kim asked, pointing to the plaster figure
jutting jauntily out of the pile.
"It's a kitchen gnome!" said Dong, smiling Goofy Grin #74, the "It's a
Kitchen Gnome!" Goofy Grin.
"I see."
"He came with biscuits!" Dong held the bag of biscuits triumphantly
aloft. He'd already eaten about half of them, despite the fact that
they were frozen solid and uncooked. Flecks of unbaked dough surrounded
his mouth.
"So he did. Remind me to talk to your mother about your caffeine intake.
Let's go check out, boys."
Outside, the mysterious overcoated figure (or MOF for short) lurked beside
the Van o' Justice. It resumed its hiding place under the van as soon as
it spied Kim, Jhun, and the boys emerge from the store, Dong bent nearly
double under the weight of his purchases. It waited patiently while the
van was loaded and all the passengers got inside. It laughed evilly as the
engine started. Then it coughed, because the Van o' Justice needed a
tune-up.
Inside the car, Kim twisted around to look at the enormous pile of
dry goods in the back seat. "Dong," he said, "what are you going to do with
all of this stuff?"
If you still didn't get it, I'll just post it here:
by Gavok
Latveria, home of Doctor Doom...
Inside Doom's castle, his young protege Dong Hwan slept like a baby. It was a tiring day of learning how to use sorcery to blow up gophers, but Dong was a quick learner in that. A blissful look of peace stayed on his face until a mysterious voice woke him up.
"Wake up, Dong Hwan..."
Dong's eyes opened and he sat up. He stared out the window and noticed that outside, in a field, a purple figure stood in the darkness. It was too dark to see who it was and Dong's eyes were extremely blurry from just waking up.
"Come down here, Dong Hwan..." the voice insisted. Following the words, Dong got up and shambled out his door. It took about a half hour for him to find his way through the castle, but eventually he found his way outside. Still in a stupor, Dong looked across the field and saw him.
It was some kind of demon bug man thing. His eyes glowed green and his bare jaw almost looked like a smile.
He told Dong Hwan, "Twenty-eight days... six hours... forty-two minutes... twelve seconds. That... is when Blackheart... will come..."
"Why?" Dong asked. Sleepy and almost hypnotized, he had a blissful, child-like grin on his face.
"To make South Town his domain..."
Dong was too out of it to be concerned. "What's your name?"
"My name... is Yoshimitsu..."
"That's a silly name," Dong laughed. "My name is Kim Dong Hwan."
"Yes... I know that..."
"I live in a castle now."
Yoshimitsu nodded. "I know that too... I mean, I did come here..."
There was a long, uncomfortable silence.
"Listen..." Yoshimitsu said, "I've got another appointment... I'll talk to you later..."
"Okay, Mr. Bug Man."
"That's Yoshimitsu..."
"Oh. I thought that was your first name."
"Huh?"
Dong weakly shrugged. "Yoshimitsu Bug Man."
"Just go back to sleep..." Yoshimitsu spun around and vanished into thin air. Dong Hwan, on the other hand, fell over in the field and passed out.
[---]
Hours past.
"Wake up, you fool."
Dong's eyes opened again. "Bug Man?"
Dr. Doom crossed his arms. "Doom is most certainly not a 'bug man'! Explain yourself."
"Not now, man. I'm tired."
Doom rubbed his chin. "As strange as this behavior is, whatever occurred is in fact a blessing."
"What do you mean?" Dong slowly got to his feet and stretched his back.
"Your room had been salvaged last night. By Garuda."
"Did he touch my REO Speedwagon poster?"
"I did not check. But your bed is nothing but a set of scraps now, boy."
"He's gone though, right?"
Doom nodded. "Yes. Strange as I ponder it. Garuda is driven to your essence. He should have smelled you out here."
"So why didn't he? I haven't bathed since three days ago. And even then, it wasn't in water."
Disgusted, Doom decided not to inquire more. "Just get inside."
[---]
Somewhere else, Garuda coughed up a wad of mucus. It blew his nose and tossed the used tissue into what seemed like an endless trail of snotty tissues.
Working for Hell had its perks, but they didn't have sick days.
[---]
FORGOT ABOUT JAE
Chapter 46: Free as a Bird
Story spread over your toast by Shelby Scott, "The Darkheart One"
Chapter used to clean your car by Gavin "Gavok" Jasper
[---]
Last time on Forgot About Jae:
- Sharon got her ass kicked fairly quickly and badly.
- Rock Howard and Jae Hoon have patched things up. ...Or have they?
- Yes, they have.
- Marco Rodriguez won the election against Heihachi Mishima. ...Or did he?
- Yes, he did.
- Hey, I just found a quarter! ...Or did I?
- Nope. Shit, it's a nickel.
[---]
Mayor Marco Rodriguez waved to his public, prepared to make his first speech since re-election. On his left was Vice Mayor Ryou Szakakazi and to his right was somebody with a sheet over his or her person.
"Thank you everybody for coming here today! Sorry I wasn't here earlier, but I had to go see that my opponent Heihachi Mishima and his henchmen has been put behind bars. Unfortunately there is no word on the whereabouts of SCABS' commander, who goes by the name of Sharon. Now, then. Are there any questions you reporters would like to ask?"
One of them raised his hand. "Bishamon, Undead Times. What are your plans on the crisis with--"
"What was that?" the Mayor interrupted. "You were asking what's underneath this sheet?"
"Actually, I was wondering--"
"I'll tell you what's under here! The answer to all of South Town's crime problems! No more will I have to spend so much of the budget on mercenaries and the like. So ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to South Town's official superhero..."
He pulled the sheet.
"Skullomania!"
"Hiya!" he said, looking in the wrong direction.
A random reporter raised her hand.
"Yes," Marco said, acknowleding her.
"Um... why are you doing this? I mean why... *him*?"
"Simple. Unlike most other heroes, my boy here is unkillable. Plus he works for three dollars an hour!"
"Unkillable?!" another reporter exclaimed.
"Exactly. Check this out." Marco pulled out a gun and shot Skullomania in the head at point-blank range. His brains splattered over one of the cameras. The crowd gasped.
Then a bus stopped about half a block from the podium. The door opened and Skullomania rushed out of it. He bolted back to the mayor and panted. "Sorry... I'm late..."
Rodriguez nodded. "Thank you. I have an appointment, but my Vice Mayor here can answer any of your questions."
Ryou looked left to right several times before exclaiming, "Uhhh, gophers is a girl's best friend!"
[---]
"Turn that shit off," Cracker Jack commanded. The Driver did so. "Ungrateful son of a bitch. After all we did for him, he stabs us in the back."
Poison asked, "Are you talking about Mayor Butt or Skullo?"
"Eh... both. That's going to affect business, you know. It's a shame I just spent all that money earlier today."
"On what?"
"Well, you know how we have Sharon locked up in the torture chamber and I said how I wanted to punish her for turning on us?"
Poison and The Driver nodded.
"Well, I hired some guys to tear away at her sanity for a while."
[---]
A couple floors underneath...
o/~ Oh we are the Battlertoads we always dance around!
Caring for each other as we hop right through South Town!
If you're ever need to see us then there's no reason to frown!
We are the Battlertoads we always dance around! o/~
Sharon screamed for a quick death.
[---]
Back upstairs...
"Again, thanks for everything, Jae," Rock Howard said with a smile.
"Hey, it's the least I can do. It's just messed up that all of that garbage had to happen. I'm surprised that Cracker Jack would even give you a job here. Remember that time you had the Ultimate Ensemble and you took him out?"
Rock scratched the back of his head. "Heh. Not so loud, he might hear us."
Jae felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he noticed Angel wearing only a matching white set of scant underwear. She handed Jae a few dollar bills. "Jae, can you do me a favor and hold this for me?"
"Uh... Angel! What happened to that dobok I gave you?" Jae put his hand over Rock's eyes.
"Fuuma and I had a bet of whether or not the paper shredder could shred clothes. So I had it shred the top half of the outfit and won five bucks!"
Jae looked down. "Then what happened the bottom half?"
"Double or nothing."
Jae sighed and walked away with his girlfriend. "Let's go to the storage closet. I think I saw a sandwich board in there once."
Rock just shook his head. "Either Fuuma is the stupidest man ever or the smartest man ever."
CJ walked over in a hurry. "All right, everybody! We got an assignment!"
"What is it?" Fuuma asked.
"King the bartender called from the Pao Pao Cafe. It seems Chris is there."
"So... what's he doing that's so horrible?"
CJ cracked his knuckles. "He's being Chris."
"Ohhhhhh! Shotgun!"
CJ sized up Rock. "Where are Jae and Angel?"
"Jae went to go get Angel some clothes, sir."
"Gotcha. Fuuma, go get them and have tell them to meet us outside!" CJ turned back to Rock. "Now, I don't like you, Howard. But today's your first day of duty. Are you ready for it?"
"Yes, sir," Rock said enthusiastically.
"Great!" CJ handed Rock a mop. "Now go clean the floors. Hugo's in the can right now, so it'll probably reek when he gets out. Cleaning that should be a two day job. Now get to work!"
Rock nodded and went to work. Whistling to himself, he knew that he was going to be the best janitor ever.
[---]
Within his mansion, Brian Battler shut off his TV and sighed. Skullomania over him? What a load. At the time, the only solace he could take was in a warming bottle of beer. It was a very bad week.
Moe Habana, once known as Battler Girl, walked past him with her bags. "I'm leaving this place, Brian. Goodbye, you creep."
After hearing the door slam, Brian just stared forward and said, "That's nice."
His butler Richard Meyer stood at his side. "I'm sure she'll be back, sir."
"It doesn't matter, Richard. I've made a decision."
"You're going to rehab?"
"Hell no. No, I've decided that it's time I hang it up. Nobody cares about Battler Man these days. Nobody wants me around. All they care about is that unkillable skeleton guy. Consider Battler Man retired." He took another swig.
"Sir, are you sure about this?"
"Very, Richard. After what happened to Bao, I... I..." Brian started crying into his hands, causing the bottle to fall to the floor and shatter. "Why did this have to happen? Why, Richard?"
The butler merely patted him on the back.
Now you might think that Battler's sad about Bao dying. Yeah, you should be so lucky. It turns out he's just broken up about Bao Wonder hanging out with the wrong crowd.
[---]
In a building shaped like a Y...
Bao Wonder stood before a group made up of Lilith Aensland, Anita, Maxima and what's-his-name from Alter Beast.
"Let this meeting of the Youth Warriors begin! WAI!"
"WAI!" Lilith yelled.
"Mou," Anita groaned.
The Alter Beast Boy's eyes started swirling.
"KAWAII!" Maxima yelled.
A sweat drop appeared on Anita's scalp. Then a vein on her head started pulsing.
Lilith transformed into a chibi version of herself and cowered back.
"WAI!" Bao piped.
It went on like that for about two hours.
[---]
Rugal Bernstein watched the Youth Warriors from within a poorly lit room. A red eye glowed from his overly shadowed face.
"You will fall to my power, Youth Warriors. I will see to th-- OW! FUCK! I stubbed my toe! Goddammit! When are we going to fix the lights in here?"
[---]
"Idiots!" Quan Chi yelled, smacking both Moloch and Drahmin with one swing of his arm. "You've ruined everything!"
"We sorry," Moloch said sadly.
"You're sorry?! Ignorant beasts! I should send you back to the fifth layer of Hell where I found you jokes!" Quan Chi turned away and paced. "Now that Jae Hoon and Rock Howard are friends again, it puts a damper on my plan."
"But you no have plan," Drahmin stated.
"SHUT! UP!" Quan Chi almost threw out his voice. He calmed down and took a couple deep breaths. "It's okay, though. It means it's time to move on to Plan C."
"Plan C?" the two Oni asked.
"Yes, Plan C." Quan Chi walked over to a large man wearing a sheet over his entire body. "Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to the answer to all our problems."
He pulled the sheet, revealing a man looking like Skullomania, only larger and evil looking.
"Meet Shadowgeist!"
[---]
Dr. Doom and Dong Hwan returned to South Town. Doom thought it was a good idea since Garuda was likely still rummaging through their stuff in Latveria. Dong thought it was a good idea because in his opinion, Latveria was boring as Hell. Just a bunch of farmers worshipping him. The novelty gets old after a while. That must have been why Doom's always trying to rule the world, or at least other countries that *aren't* shitty third world holes-in-the-ground.
The two of them decided to take a look at the latest Johnny Cage movie, "Fist in Your Face 3: Payback Time". Of course, it was all Dong's idea. Doom just wanted to get off his feet.
In fact, only ten minutes into the movie, Doom fell into a deep sleep. It was just Dong, eating his popcorn, watching the movie alone.
Though he wasn't alone for long. He thought he heard someone drink from a soda. Noticing that Doom's bulky armor was blocking his view, Dong bent forward and looked to see who it was.
Yoshimitsu slowly turned his head to acknowledge Dong. He looked forward to the screen again.
Dong's face returned to the child-like, sleepy smile of their first meeting. "It's you again."
"Yes, it is..."
Dong was able to get a better look at Yoshimitsu and his odd appearance.
"Why are you wearing that stupid bug suit?"
Yoshimitsu simply responded with, "Why are you wearing that stupid human suit...?"
"That's... uh, that doesn't really answer my question."
As Yoshimitsu ignored Dong and reached for his cup, his right hand started twirling at the wrist. It was obviously some kind of fake, cybernetic hand. Despite his odd state of mind, Dong was a little freaked out by it.
"What happened to your hand?"
Yoshimitsu turned to him and in a sad, yet cryptic tone, told him, "I'm so sorry..."
Dong became confused and frustrated with this conversation. "Yoshi, when's this gonna end?"
"You should already know that..."
Dong then remembered what Yoshimitsu said about Blackheart earlier. He didn't know what that meant, exactly. He could've sworn he heard his mentor mention that name once or twice, yet he just couldn't put a face to the name. Not that Blackheart had much of a face.
Before Dong could ask about Blackheart, Yoshimitsu pointed to the screen. "Ever seen a portal...?"
The image of Johnny Cage punching out a clown rippled and tore open, revealing a wormhole. On the other side was Kusanagi Tower.
"Burn it..." Yoshimitsu instructed.
"I don't know about this, Yoshi."
"I saved your life, Dong Hwan... Burn it down..."
Dong Hwan stood up and slowly shambled up the aisle. While he left, Yoshimitsu palmed his face.
"I opened that portal for a reason, numbnuts... Oh, forget it..." He reached over Doom and stole Dong's popcorn, while watching the rest of the movie. "I like this movie... I like it goooooood..."
[---]
"He's got a gun... I think!" a bank teller yelled. The Smoker shot him in the arm with the Emperor. "Aw, shit! Yeah, he's definately got a gun!"
"Nobody moves, nobody gets smoked," the criminal laughed. Then coughed. Then he tossed one of the tellers a sack. "Fill this up with cash, pronto!"
The Smoker was going to see to it that Mariah Net would get the best birthday present that money could buy. In fact, that's why he went alone on this job rather than bring her along.
In the corner of his eye, he caught the football logo of Battler Man on a television monitor. He pointed the Emperor to one of the hostages. "Turn it up," he demanded.
The hostage did what he said and turned up the program. It was in fact a newscast about Battler Man's recent decision.
"--ttler Man, whose vigilante acts have aided South Town against crime every once and a while, will be missed by... I don't know... somebody, I'm sure. Personally, I don't give a rat's ass. I guess it's just a slow news day."
The Smoker gasped. "W-what? *cough*"
"Once again: Battler Man has retired. Now it's time for the weather."
The Smoker blasted the monitor and stood still, trying to take in this information. Battler Man? Retired? He should have been ecstatic, but yet... he felt so empty. He spat out his cigarette and put it out with his right foot. The Emperor disappeared from his hand and he just stared at nothing. He was basically catatonic.
Just then, the door opened, revealing the mighty Skullomania. He hopped onto a surprised hostage's shoulders, soared into the air, rolled into a ball and bounced off of Smoker's head. The Smoker fell to his back and his hat landed right over his face.
"No need for thank yous, people! It's all in a day's work for Skullomania!" He put the Smoker over his shoulder and ran to deliver him to the police.
[---]
"Just yesterday I saw E. Honda sneeze and have one of Goro's arms fly out of his nose!"
"E. Honda shot Liberty Vallance!"
"He makes fruit smoothies with human adrenaline!"
"He's the Blair Witch!"
"E. Honda went as Pittsburgh for Halloween!"
"The sounds of his flab smacking against itself has caused the destruction of countless Clappers!"
"He writes love letters to Ridley!"
"He thinks King Hippo's anorexic!"
"Every fortune cookie he's ever eaten said the same thing: 'Sweet Jesus, not you again!'"
"He invented the sandwich, but wanted to save his namesake for a car company!"
"Lifeforce is actually about a mission into E. Honda's digestive tract!"
"When E. Honda gets out of bed, he makes the Transformers noise!"
"When Rogue touched E. Honda, she had an instant, massive heart attack!"
"TO E. HONDA!"
In another section of the bar sat former professional wrestler and famous talk-show host Kin Korn Karn. With him was his son, the rarely-thought-about Mortal Kombat character Hsu Hao. A member of the elusive Red Dragon, Hsu Hao was the splitting image of his father, except for the huge red, glowing heart sticking out of his chest that acted as both a laser canon and a breast-plate.
"Father! I need the car keys tomorrow night!"
"Absolutely not!" Karn yelled.
"But! I do have! VERY IMPORTANT DATE!"
"You may have very important date, BUT! You do not have! Well paying job!"
Guile took a break from drinking and praising his personal messiah to heckle Hsu Hao. "Ha! What are you, like thirty? And you still live with your dad?"
"Quiet!" Hsu Hao yelled.
"What, are you going to tell your daddy what I said?"
Hsu Hao stood up and narrowed his eyes. "Your crack is making me angry. AND! You would not like me! WHEN I'M ANGRY!"
"What a joke!" Guile laughed. The others in the bar laughed with him and at Hsu Hao.
"No! Quiet! All of you! You don't realize what you're doing! You-- AH!" He collapsed to the floor. He slowly rose to his feet. His pantlegs tore. His skin became green and scaly. His eyes became filled with fury. Spikes appeared from his forehead. His glowing chest thing... stayed the same.
He was no longer Hsu Hao Karn. Now he was... The Incredible Necrid!
"HOOSHARIS!!" he yelled.
"What did he say?" Guile asked.
"I think he said 'Necrid mad,'" Rainbow Mika offered.
Guile put his drink down and stood up. "Okay, let's get this over with."
From outside, people could hear the bone-crunching sounds of a beat down and even saw some blood splatter against the wall. Finally, the window shattered and Necrid hit the pavement head-first.
"GREUSHINTS!!" he cried in pain. Then he returned to his form of Hsu Hao.
"And stay out!" Seth yelled from inside.
Hsu Hao got back up and walked backwards, down the sidewalk. Sad piano music played as the Mongolian warrior attempted to hitchhike away.
[---]
Armor King looked over the resume. "Hm. Everything seems in order here. Do you have any references?"
Kintaro fidgeted with his pen. "Uh... hm... Shao Kahn, Gorbak: King of the Shokan, um... Shang knows me pretty well. Oh, and Scorpion and I used to be President and Vice President of the Corey Feldman Fan Club."
"Well, we definately do have a job opening ever since the other day when your friend Goro was decapitated by E. Honda's right nostril. But I'm not sure if you're the kind of Shokan we're looking for."
Kintaro stood out of his chair, roared and got in Armor King's face. "IF I DON'T GET THIS JOB, I'M GOING TO STOMP YOUR BONES INTO DUST, MASKED MAN!! ROAR!!"
Armor King blinked his one eye. "Whoa. When can you start?"
"Whenever you need. But I need the weekends off."
"How come?"
"I'm part of a big brother program."
[---]
Young Calvin munched on a cookie with a second one in his right hand. In his left he held onto the plush doll of his best friend Hobbes.
"Dad, can my tiger friend have a cookie too?"
His father smirked. "Calvin, I already gave Hobbes a cookie."
"But I mean my other tiger friend!"
"Calvin, your mother and I have had enough of this nonsense. You need to grow up and realize that--"
Kintaro jumped down through the roof and landed in front of Calvin's dad.
"I WANT A COOKIE AND I WANT IT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!"
Calvin's dad's glasses flew across the room right before he passed out.
"That was great!" Calvin laughed. "Hey, can you do that stomping thing to Suzy's doll house?"
[---]
Armor King nodded. "Done and done. Welcome aboard, Kintaro."
"Nice to be a part of the team." Kintaro paused and started sniffing. "Do... do you smell smoke?"
[---]
"Bash... will... break you..." The masked boxer/criminal leaned forward, completely exhausted. With a loud yell, he uppercutted Skullomania so hard that he broke the poor guy's neck and killed him.
But then Skullomania popped up from a nearby manhole and tapped the steroid-powered villain on the shoulder. Bash weakly turned around and groaned.
"Looking for me, punchy?"
Bash raised his fist once more, but that was all he had the strength to do. His arms fell limp and his neck lost the power to hold up his head. Skullo winded up his fist and almost broke his knuckles over Bash's cranium. Bash fell back and fell asleep.
Skullomania powerposed while the media took photos. "That will teach you to litter while jaywalking and wearing white shoes after Labor Day!"
[---]
"Hello, we are Venom and welcome back to the Brock Group. For those of you just joining us, our topic is 'Space Alien Civil Rights'. We have only two guests today, Mad Dog, the commando with thirty lives who defeated the viscious Red Falcon, and Glacius, the frosty extra-terrestrial from outer space."
Venom turned to Mad Dog. "Now Mad Dog, before the break you said that you think all bastard aliens should be nuked to Hell. Do you have anything more to add?"
Staring off, Mad Dog explained, "Yes. I was wrong. Aliens are my friends. Aliens are good. I was wrong to disagree."
"Great!" Venom exclaimed.
Glacius sighed. "Some debate show."
"What?" Venom asked, defensively.
"During the break you *ate* the part of his brain that hates aliens."
"Shut up, snowcone."
"Anyway," Glacius continued, "on an unrelated note, I'd like to congratulate you, Mr. Brock."
"Huh?"
"Well, I heard that yesterday you came back from your honeymoon with Morrigan Aensland."
Venom stared back at him, not sure how to respond.
"Well, you two did get married, didn't you? I see your wedding ring over your costume."
Venom tilted his head. "Well... yes and no. You see, there *was* a marriage..."
[---]
In a hotel suite, Eddie Brock and Morrigan Aensland sat on opposite sides of a coffee table, playing cards. Eddie was wearing only a bulky bathrobe while Morrigan was clad in only a small white towel.
"Do you have any twos?" Morrigan asked, bored.
"Go fish," Eddie sighed.
On the door to the next room, a sign hung on the knob saying, "Do not disturb." From behind it, the sounds of otherworldy screeching echoed into Eddie and Morrigan's room.
Eddie shook his head. "They're still going at it."
Morrigan sorted her cards. "How does a glob of living black liquid have sex with a shapeshifting group of bats?"
"I... don't want to think about it."
[---]
Glacius blinked. "Can you eat the part of my brain that remembers this anecdote?"
"Nah, we would probably get a headrush. But man, that was just boring. I mean, how much can you do with a naked, well endowed succubus in a hotel room?"
Mad Dog stared at Venom in shock. Glacius smacked himself on on forehead.
"What?" Venom asked. Then it set in. With a stunned look on their face, they stood up, walked to the wall, mentally retracted the symbiote mask and Eddie repeatedly rammed his head into the wall. "STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!"
He took a deep breath and got his bearings. "Okay, then. That's about all the time we have on the Brock Group. Join us tomorrow when our topic will be 'Fire vs. Sonics' with guests Banshee, Sindel, Heat Man and Cinder. Until next time, we are Ven... wait." They reread the cue card. "WHAT?! Whose behind this?!"
[---]
Somewhere else, Spider-Man snickered uncontrollably while putting away a black marker.
[---]
Pepe, the Jae Hoon lookalike, raced into an alley to evade the futuristic, gasmask-wearing ninjas Mezu and Gozu.
"I think he went that way!" Mezu announced.
"Oh, you think?" Gozu asked sarcastically.
"Stop it with the questions!"
"What questions?"
"Uh oh," Pepe said, knowing he was discovered. He didn't see that somebody was perched up on a set of fire exit stairs, watching.
"It's over," Mezu told him.
"Any last words?" Gozu laughed.
"Yeah! You're finished!" With electricity crackling throughout his body, Pepe rushed at the Jaguar Ninjas. But to his surprise, Mezu transformed into a whirlwind of water and drew in his prey. The dizzy Pepe spun around for a moment until being boosted into the air like a geyser. Gozu popped up and kicked him right into a brick wall.
Thinking they were about to kill Kim Jae Hoon, Mezu laughed. "We have him now."
Gozu noticed the young man watching them. "Hey, who the hell are you? And what are you doing up there?"
"Me?" He sat on the fire escape, running his blade-like fingers through his filthy red hair. His face was covered up by said hair. "I'm just a man. I'm here because I choose to be. And nothing you cretins do can change that."
"Cretins?" Gozu growled. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I just told you. I do what I want, when I want." He hopped down and landed gracefully between the hurt Pepe and the angry Jaguar Ninjas. "To who I want. And nothing on this earth can stop that. Your laws are nothing to me. The concept of justice is nothing to me. This globe is my playground, making me free to do whatever I wish. That is why they call me Freeman."
Mezu held out his arm blade so that it refracted a street light's glimmer. "Get out of our way, freak."
"You just don't listen, do you." Freeman shook his head and slowly walked towards Mezu. In a rapid motion, he spun around and backflipped over the blue ninja. Before Mezu knew what was going on, Freeman's razor-sharp hand tore through his chest and pulled back out. Upon noticing the gaping hole going through him, Mezu fell forward and died.
"What did you just do!?"
"I did what I felt like doing. Now are you just as stupid as your friend here?"
Rather than ask a question, Gozu answered by lunging his right arm blade. With a wave of his hand, Freeman cut it to metal shards. He picked Gozu up by the neck and looked down.
"Shh... Shouldn't be so violent. Enjoy this last moment of your life."
*SLASH*
He dropped the ninja to the ground and lurched towards the downed Pepe. He reached his hand out to help.
"Take my hand."
"You... you killed them."
"Take my hand, I said."
Pepe hesitantly shook Freeman's hand and let him pull him up. "Thanks! You, you saved my l-- ACK!"
Freeman wiped the blood off of his hands using Pepe's baggy pants. He stood straight up and left him there to rot.
"No. I didn't."
[---]
Author's Notes
Well, it's been a while since we've seen a new Kimpro chapter, but hopefully E. Honda jokes are still enjoyed by the masses. Considering the end of the somewhat major arc about the election, I figured this chapter may serve as a new beginning where Blackheart's big plans are on the horizon. Plus it finally gets Freeman in the mix while getting rid of the gasmask ninjas who nobody seems to like.
Yoshimitsu, in his Tekken 4 guise, is based on Frank the Rabbit from the mindfuck movie Donnie Darko. If you've never seen it and don't get it, don't worry about it. Hopefully I'll be able to explain more about him in a future chapter. Keep in mind that he's *supposed* to be mysterious.
Why is Battler Man retiring? Let's just say it's part of a Batman parody that's long overdue.
In the bathroom of the Galactus' Shoe Hotel in South Town, Dong Hwan had just finished brushing his teeth. Just like his daddy taught him to do thrice a day. He couldn't understand what was going on with that purple bug guy, but strangely enough, he hadn't been caught yet at all for successfully burning down Kusanagi Tower. Heck, Dr. Doom didn't even wake up in the movie theater until after he sat back down and the credits started rolling.
"Dong..."
He turned around to see Yoshimitsu standing on the other side of the bathroom.
"Hey, you made me miss that Johnny Cage movie, you son of a biscuit!" He advanced. "I'm going to-- ow!"
He bounced off of a forcefield.
"I'm going to-- ow! I'm going to-- ow!"
"There's a forcefield, moron..."
Dong put his hand on it and watched his handprint ripple. "Cool!" He tried zapping the invisible wall with electricity, but the crackling blue bolts only spread throughout it. "Cooler! How do you do that?"
Yoshimitsu put his hand on the forcefield, almost touching Dong's. "I can do anything, Dong Hwan... and so can you..."
"Can I bang Cassandra and Sophitia Alexander at the same time?"
"Uh... sure... Why not..."
Dong cracked his sleepy grin again. "What are you, anyway?"
"Do you believe in time travel...?"
"If I didn't, then I wouldn't be wanting to bang two chicks from ancient Greece, would I?"
"Touche... You did well today, Dong Hwan... We'll keep in touch..."
"What's your screenname? I'm electricdong432. I'm usually on dur--"
Dong was interrupted by the sound of knocking. He looked over and noticed that Yoshimitsu had vanished.
"Dong, talk to your delusions some other time! Doom needs to tinkle and he needs to tinkle NOW! ...uh oh. Nevermind. God, that's going to rust."
Posted on Oct 14, 2003, 6:24 PM from IP address 66.66.42.236
I was hoping somebody would get what I was doing with Skullo. If I don't end up being the author of the street fight climax, I envy the author who does
Oh, and you forgot the part about The Smoker going comatose.
Posted on Oct 18, 2003, 2:38 AM from IP address 66.66.42.236
Right, I'll ignore the continuity errors and characters ating out of line, since altering those is par for the course.
Props for natural hair colors. Much as anime writers feel differently, the Nipponese people tend to be darkhaired, and while anime can portray green or hot pink hair as looking fairly natural and good, it usually looks horrid in RL... as is revealed when the Scouts don wigs, here. Eugh.
Luna as a plushie. Why, god, why? It's not as if they couldn't use a real cat and/or a realistic cat prop, like with Salem on Sabrina: Teenage Witch. This is just... no. There's suspending disbelief, and there's cutting the ropes and throwing disbelief to the wolves.
Jadeite. Going from impeccable wicked mastermind to "Crying Game" reject in ten seconds flat.
And the summary: this is still ten times better than Saban's proposal.
Posted on Oct 18, 2003, 10:09 AM from IP address 193.10.185.3
I have yet to see episode 1, but I finished downloading it last night. I figure I can't really complain about it properly until I've actually seen it.
I'm a bit scared because what I've seen and heard about it suggests extreme silliness. Even 2XTREME silliness. (Luna a plushie?) And everytime I see Sailor Mercury I go "OMG WHAT'S UP WITH AMI'S HAIR".
Wish me luck.
Posted on Oct 29, 2003, 9:20 PM from IP address 165.228.132.11
[FAJ] I'm finally going to try and get it moving again
by
Unlike with RECBT, I have enough FAJ ideas to carry a chapter. Here's a quick intro scene:
Latveria, home of Doctor Doom...
Inside Doom's castle, his young protege Dong Hwan slept like a baby. It was a tiring day of learning how to use sorcery to blow up gophers, but Dong was a quick learner in that. A blissful look of peace stayed on his face until a mysterious voice woke him up.
"Wake up, Dong Hwan..."
Dong's eyes opened and he sat up. He stared out the window and noticed that outside, in a field, a purple figure stood in the darkness. It was too dark to see who it was and Dong's eyes were extremely blurry from just waking up.
"Come down here, Dong Hwan..." the voice insisted. Following the words, Dong got up and shambled out his door. It took about a half hour for him to find his way through the castle, but eventually he found his way outside. Still in a stupor, Dong looked across the field and saw him.
It was some kind of demon bug man thing. His eyes glowed green and his bare jaw almost looked like a smile.
He told Dong Hwan, "Twenty-eight days... six hours... forty-two minutes... twelve seconds. That... is when Blackheart... will come..."
"Why?" Dong asked. Sleepy and almost hypnotized, he had a blissful, child-like grin on his face.
"To make South Town his domain..."
Dong was too out of it to be concerned. "What's your name?"
"My name... is Yoshimitsu..."
"That's a silly name," Dong laughed. "My name is Kim Dong Hwan."
"Yes... I know that..."
"I live in a castle now."
Yoshimitsu nodded. "I know that too... I mean, I did come here..."
There was a long, uncomfortable silence.
"Listen..." Yoshimitsu said, "I've got another appointment... I'll talk to you later..."
"Okay, Mr. Bug Man."
"That's Yoshimitsu..."
"Oh. I thought that was your first name."
"Huh?"
Dong weakly shrugged. "Yoshimitsu Bug Man."
"Just go back to sleep..." Yoshimitsu spun around and vanished into thin air. Dong Hwan, on the other hand, fell over in the field and passed out.
[---]
Hours past.
"Wake up, you fool."
Dong's eyes opened again. "Bug Man?"
Dr. Doom crossed his arms. "Doom is most certainly not a 'bug man'! Explain yourself."
"Not now, man. I'm tired."
Doom rubbed his chin. "As strange as this behavior is, whatever occurred is in fact a blessing."
"What do you mean?" Dong slowly got to his feet and stretched his back.
"Your room had been salvaged last night. By Garuda."
"Did he touch my REO Speedwagon poster?"
"I did not check. But your bed is nothing but a set of scraps now, boy."
"He's gone though, right?"
Doom nodded. "Yes. Strange as I ponder it. Garuda is driven to your essence. He should have smelled you out here."
"So why didn't he? I haven't bathed since three days ago. And even then, it wasn't in water."
Disgusted, Doom decided not to inquire more. "Just get inside."
[---]
Somewhere else, Garuda coughed up a wad of mucus. He blew his nose and tossed the used tissue into what seemed like an endless trail of snotty tissues.
Working for Hell had its perks, but they didn't have sick days.
Posted on Sep 26, 2003, 10:40 AM from IP address 66.66.42.236
to think back when writing FAJ consumed my summer hours, I was thinking blackheart's scheme would copme to a head at the next King of Fighters tournament
Posted on Sep 26, 2003, 11:09 PM from IP address 65.48.253.75
I always envied people with the guts to use their real names onlin. So much more mature and less geeky.
Or there's the really cool people who have online names that are essentialll variants on their real life names.
I would swtich to my real name, but I think I'm too known as NeroMan to make the switch.
Posted on Sep 25, 2003, 1:31 PM from IP address 216.153.207.254
A deadly virus has been unleashed on the population of Raccoon City. RESIDENT EVIL: Apocalypse is a terrifying adventure in survival horror.
Milla Jovovich (5th Element, Dummy) returns as ALICE, one of only two survivors of the contained biochemical disaster in the first RESIDENT EVIL, the $100 million hit that serves as a prologue to the all-out action and horror of RESIDENT EVIL: APOCALYPSE.
The film begins where the first film left off, with ALICE in the heart of the ravaged and deadly Raccoon City. She has been subjected to biogenetic experimentation by the vast Umbrella Corporation and become genetically altered, with super-human strengths, senses and dexterity. These skills, and more, will be needed if anyone is to remain alive.
ALICE is joined by JILL VALENTINE (Sienna Guillory – Time Machine, Helen of Troy), a recently demoted member of Umbrella Corp’s elite Special Tactics and Rescue Services (S.T.A.R.S.), TERRI MORALES (Sandrine Holt - Once A Thief, Happy Hour), CARLOS OLIVIERA (Oded Fehr – The Mummy, Presidio Med), L.J. (Mike Epps – Next Friday, All About the Benjamins), and NICHOLAI (Zack Ward – Titus, Almost Famous) who must survive and escape what is quickly becoming a City of the Dead. To reach their goal, they will need to battle their way through the relentless onslaught of the ravenous undead, as well as Umbrella forces and terrifying bioengineered weapons, the most deadly of which is the colossal, heavily armed assassin, NEMESIS.
Also featured in RESIDENT EVIL: Apocalypse are Thomas Kretschmann (U-571, 24, The Pianist), Jared Harris (I Shot Andy Warhol, Mr. Deeds) and Sophie Vavasseur (Evelyn).
RESIDENT EVIL: APOCALYPSE will be released in 2004.
Posted on Sep 21, 2003, 1:23 PM from IP address 65.48.253.75
Brisbane, third-largest state capital in Australia, actually has a con! Not specifically an anime con (not enough people), but once you add in other geekdoms, suddenly there are enough people.
Today was their first day.
I am so pumped and excited by what I saw today I will be going again tomorrow.
I saw a Faust walking around, but he never had the paper bag on his head and he didn't have the oversized scalpel, either.
The winner of best costume was someone who dressed as an eight-foot tall No-Face (from Spirited Away).
The winner of best cosplay skit was someone who did the Great Saiyaman posing dance.
They had Christopher Sabat! Who kept on breaking into his Vegeta voice in his panel! He improvised a power-up scream, live, and despite the fact I went off DBZ years ago, I was still really pumped by it all!
And apparently it's coming back next year!
- Steve
...rapidly running out of exclamation marks
Posted on Sep 13, 2003, 10:11 AM from IP address 203.217.87.113
Good to see you get a decent con, though. In my country, we just have rpg cons, and they're usually low on cosplay. The only one I was involved in was when I was recruited for Soul Hunting in the middle of the night; we were dressed up as God, Lucifer, The Inquisitor and The Bishop. I was the bishop and managed to put my greedy hands on eleven souls, though I never managed to get any fallen women to join my entourage. But I digress, because the rest would scare you people.
It sounds like you had a good time.
Posted on Sep 17, 2003, 7:03 PM from IP address 193.10.185.3
::bats eyes:: So. Anime Expo. Costumes are often worn there. I myself have been known to wear 'em on occasion. But for next year, I'm trying to get ready early so I don't rush like the last few times.
This is hampered by the fact that I have NO FREAKING IDEA what I want to do.
So, I open the issue up to you folks, because you know more than I do. Any of you know any good character designs out there for a six foot tall girl? Seriously, I'm trying to get something so I won't have to dress up as a freaking TREE. Friends don't let friends dress up like topiary. (Also, I do NOT want to have to deal with Monty-Python-esque jokes about A SHRUBBERY.) And I have access to a costume shop this year, so hopefully I'll have some more resources than before.
Help me out here? Suggest things? Anyone you think is underrepresented in cosplay? Come on- reasonably cute chick asking for requests on what to dress up as, with very few limitations. Think of the scantily clad possibilities! (Which has been demonstrated in my previous costumes, I do believe.) And hey, if you help, there'll be pictures, probably of people more attractive than I. See how it's win-win?
< shameless begging > PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE? ::makes gigantic puppy eyes:: Don't let me be stuck walking around as a demonic sakura! I'll.. um... do something nice which is as yet undefined! < /shameless begging >
-Isa, in dire straits.
Posted on Sep 11, 2003, 4:30 PM from IP address 137.165.211.247
Go to the message with the pictures and view the page's source code.
I posted hyperlinks to the images, thinking that it would appear as plaintext. Imagine my surprise when I looked at the message I wrote and was looking at 4 honkin' huge pics.
Posted on Sep 16, 2003, 6:02 PM from IP address 68.13.27.112
It's quite the departure from the tried-and-tired "[Insert name here] no BAKA!"/"I love him and shall show it by beating the holy batsnot out of him" way of handling love in anime romance comedies. Putting aside the sheer impossibility and/or silliness of the situations, the people seem more real than those in other romance/comedies.
Posted on Sep 22, 2003, 6:24 AM from IP address 68.99.1.33
Okay, you either want me to be wearing a leather thong as part of the Battle Bikini, hurling the Royal Bitch Laugh about in lieu of actual weapons, or you want me to be a bright purple anthropomorphic thing-of-nonspecific-origin with gigantic teeth, a plug in the base of my skull, and a penchant for the occasional act of cannibalism.
...you hate me, don't you? ::makes wounded-puppy eyes::
Posted on Sep 15, 2003, 3:38 PM from IP address 137.165.211.247
If you want something fancy, there's always one of the girls from Myung-Jin Lee's "Ragnarök". Admittedly, the outfits are a bit fancy and complicated, but some work could turn out good results. I suggest Lidia the thief, as her gear is simplest (baggy pants, belt, bare midriff-shirt with neat shoulderpads and fingerless gloves). Or if you want something fancy, there's always Muninn (tight black bodystocking, two belts with three daggers, a cloak with several long feathers around the neck, and bracelets decorated with big eyeballs.)
How about that girl from Get Backers, the one with the poisonous perfumes? Can't remember how she dressed, though. Or there was that other woman, who I remember they got their missions from, she was pretty tall... though she tended to show a lot of cleavage. I don't know if you want to do that, so I'll just warn you.
If you want to take the easy way out, make a pair of small white wings (maybe one or two feet in length) and a neat halo, and go as just about any character from Haibane.
Speaking of confusing shows, you could go as the nurse-girl from Soul Taker. She impressed me, though it might have something to do with her being gigantic and erupting from the graveyard while everything was red-tinted in that scene that might not have been the MC hallucinating. Of course, the single character worth cosplaying as from ST would be the doctor, but he's male.
Sayaka Towa from Dragon Drive. Not that she dresses particularily, but she's a good character. She's also fairly tall, which could work.
Elie from Groove Adventure Rave. Snug skirt (gray, later traded for a pink), white sleeveless top, and two uberdestructive tonfa guns. (Though later in the show she stops using them and transforms into damsel in distress/curious onlooker. Shame, that.)
Or there's Raquelle Cathull from Scrapped Princess. Highly talented wizard. Black boots, grey pants, blue tunic, black cloak, ridiculously powerful spells.
Well, that's just a few I can think of now. I could burrow deeper, but really.
Posted on Sep 17, 2003, 6:54 PM from IP address 193.10.185.3
I thought most of the Haibane were short, though...
by Isa, all graphite-dusted.
::scuttles off to find out who the HELL all these people are, besides the Haibane folks::
You know what's really evil, though? Those two friends who want me to be the Tree? They've actually managed to get me to start drawing costume concepts for it. GRAH. ::wants to go back to her nice Utena-induced frustrations and free herself from this hellish cycle of anthropomorphic-demon-soul-sucking-feminized-sakura sketches::
Posted on Sep 21, 2003, 10:32 PM from IP address 137.165.211.247
Dear God in heaven, what is that thing on her head?
by MtWS
You may have heard about the live-action Sailor Moon. here we see the cast, whose costumes all appear to be of low-to-medium-budget cosplay quality. You can't get cheese like this from a cow, folks.
Posted on Sep 9, 2003, 8:04 AM from IP address 68.84.25.235
Okay, I could do better than that. Do you know how SAD that is? ::stares:: That must be the worst Sailor Mercury wig I have EVER seen. I know a fifteen year old who's done better. Who approved the PVC boots?
Posted on Sep 11, 2003, 12:01 PM from IP address 137.165.211.247
According to my sources Anime Expo was a while back.
How did the Hatori-isation of yourself go, and are there pictures?
There is a sci-fi/anime/game convention in town in just a couple of weeks. I'm still wondering if I should cosplay, and what I could pull off in what little time I have left. I will also have a half-arsed piratey costume for a 'Pirates of the Caribbean' party. If all else fails I will wear that.
Someone is going as Faust from GGX. I'll see if I can get a picture.
Posted on Sep 4, 2003, 7:49 AM from IP address 203.217.86.239
If the building is one of my two workplaces, then the answer is a resounding yes. @_@
Yes, I did go to Anime Expo (and Otakon) dressed as Hattori Sohma. I even LARPed as Hattori in the latter convention.
Yes, I do have pictures. However, they're the ones on the Kodak CDs and, therefore, are FREAKING HUGE. Next time I have the time and urge, I'll try to resize them at Kinko's. Finding webspace to post the pics will be another challenge, but I'll try to come up with something.
Posted on Sep 5, 2003, 8:16 AM from IP address 68.13.27.112
http://acdbot.keenspace.com/kimtales01.zip
A little time with a webcam, a handful of minicons, Unicron, and RECBT.
I know it's a small chance, but I'm hoping maybe these will inspire some activity around here.
Oh, and should I bother making more?
See if you can figure out which minicon is which character. If you know your RECBT. It should be very easy!
Posted on Sep 4, 2003, 12:47 AM from IP address 216.221.81.99
X-E is a most-respected site. However I must enquire as to why I don't recall having anybody ask my premission. Do they have a forum or anything? Oh well, it's still a mighty fine honor.
And as it happens. Yesterday -I- got Unicron. He's awesome. I'm sure that article tells you everything you need to know about him. He's sitting here on my desk leaking awesome all over.
Posted on Sep 4, 2003, 12:25 AM from IP address 216.221.81.99
I'm thinking about doing an FAJ chapter now that the first week of school is over, but one segment in my idea requires him to temporarily appear out of costume. I know he's supposed to be a salesman, but I'm not even sure which country he's from.
Posted on Aug 25, 2003, 4:18 PM from IP address 63.202.104.94
For UVT, I have a match that nobody seems to want of Nina Williams and Sonia (Rage of the Dragons) vs. Rick Strowd and Pepe vs. Kung Lao and Kilik. Anyone here bored enough to take this one off of my hands?
Gavok
Posted on Aug 18, 2003, 10:02 PM from IP address 216.107.56.172
(the one in the green bikini)
(the one in the green one-piece)
(to the right of the purple-haired woman)
(second from the left)