Kenji Murakami

A friend of my mom is going to be coming over tommorow, and I don't quite know how to react. She'll be coming over at about 5, so there's no worry about her catching me in bed, but I still don't know what I'll do.

Kenji looks up from his chicken salad as he senses something happening in the lower levels. "What's going on?" he asks, after swallowing the bite he'd been chewing. "I don't know," Talvoss, one of the flying Hyper Zoanoids says. "Why, are you sensing something, kid?" "It... it's like some of the Zoanoids somewhere are really scared," he says, picking at his salad. "I think there might be something bad going on." "Well, don't worry your pretty little head about it," Talvoss says, smiling and reaching over to pat the young Zoalord's head. "This is Chronos' main stronghold in this area. We're well protected here. Besides, I'm sure your dad's going to make sure that nothing happens to you."

It could be that, if the Guyver recieves vibration through the entire body to hear, that the Control Medal filters out the data from the feet under normal circumstances. It'd be far enough outside a normal person's expirence, I'd think, to be distracting.

I don't think a guy with your gifs should be so quick to point fingers, Deka. :wink:

-Dad, are you going to come have dinner with me?- Kenji asks, turning off his Game Boy and tucking it back into its drawer. -I'm sorry, Kenji-chan, but Dr. Barcus wants me to oversee the reprocessing of Delta Squad. I'll make it up to you with dessert, all right?- Kenji nods, smiling a bit sadly. -Okay, Dad. I'll see you when you get here.- -Have a nice time at dinner, my son.- Kenji heads off to the cafeteria, down to where a fair amount of the Hyper Zoanoids in the upper levels have started to gather for the evening meal.

I can't help but notice that, in that picture, it looks like a bundle of cinnomon sticks on that package.

More (snicker) Wisdom from Vector Prime My headache has a name, and it is Jetfire. Or possibly Skyfire. This one shows up all over the space-time continuum. One record says that he was built ten million years ago, but crashed on Earth and hibernated until a few decades ago. Another says that he was active during the Cybertronian Dark Ages, approximately seven million years ago. Another says he wasn't created until just a few decades ago. The only thing the records agree on is that he is an Autobot with ties in his early life to the Decepticons. Canon? Don't talk to me about canon. Even canon doesn't agree with canon. Q: Are you second in Command? A: Ha! If I was, maybe the Autobots would listen to me once in a while. Unfortunately, Jetfire is second-in-command of the Autobots, and he thinks the Cyber Planet Keys are a load of slag. I don't see him coming up with any bright ideas to save the universe. Q: Did you ever fight Unicron? A: We got in a food-fight once. I ended up covered in planet. It was embarrassing. Q: Are you really one of the first 13 Transformers? A: Yes. And I live in a vast resonating structure the size of a solar system, filled with cyberformed worlds, served by the army I spawned from my own substance, and one day when the stars align I will arise to godhood. Liege Maximo says: Like fun you will. Q: Do you shave your mustache? A: You have me mistaken for Scourge. If you think my facial articulation looks like a moustache, then Straxus' face must be one big moustache with eyeholes. Q: When is TRANSFORMERS CYBERTRON coming out on DVD? A: When you stop shouting at me. Get off the shift key, human. Q: Have you every considered going back in time and stopping Megatron from being created ( and just sitting back and being safe in the knowledge that if he's never created then he'll have no fan girls )? A: That might work after the continuities have been sorted out. As it stands, Megatron has at least two origins, and even if both Megatrons were removed, there would probably still be at least two Galvatrons running around. The other possibility is that we end up with Emperor Starscream as chief of the Decepticons, and his fangirls don't need the encouragement. Q: What would you do for a Klondike Bar? And why does the Matrix look like a giant blue disco ball? A: That's even more two questions than the other who asked two questions. a) I would teleport myself to the factory and take as many as I like. Barring that, I'm told I do a very good Barry White impression. b) Ironically, it really is a giant blue disco ball. Primus is powerful, but not very hip. Q: Who would you rather throw off a train: Hot Shot or one of the Armada Sideswipe repaints? A: Hm. The Sideswipe mould is pretty ugly, but I'd rather get rid of Hot Shot before he starts putting the moves on my woman ( Override, I'm a spaceship that can teleport through time. You can't get faster than that. )

You started a topic about it in the 'General Whatever' section. I don't think it's as near to the top of the page as it used to be, but it's there. Most of the 'old gaurd' gave you their congratulations, even.

Another thing I can suggest is beef stew, when you want something warm. It's nice and flavorful, and you can easily make a meal out of it. It's another of my favorite foods, in fact.

Speaking of VR Troopers... I love this one.

I had an old typewritter back when I was a kid; it wasn't one of the old-old kinds, since it had a small calculator-looking screen that showed what you were typing before you printed it, but it had a bar that rolled the paper you were typing on. I liked to use it to make graphs.

I'm sorry you're having problems, Ryuki, and I hope you feel better soon. Congratulations again on getting your BA.

I actually use something a bit more low-tech for my original drafts: a ballpoint pen and notebook paper. I have this portable sort of desk thing, which I use to store the extra paper and ink cartrages I use while I'm writing.

Thanks for the clarification. I really like the work you did on the blood and the severed arm - odd as that might sound - it's a great depiction of battle-damage to an organic, without looking too gory.

Thanks, guys. I'm glad to have all of you as friends. Don't worry, I'll make sure to clean the ears after I get done with them. And I won't let the cats play with them. And I won't lose them in the couch cushions.

Wow; lovely work on the snow effects. That's Guyver I, right?

Well, I finally broke down and decided to start one of these things. Now, what to talk about... Well, I'm nearly finished posting my second Guyver fanfic, and I've made good progress typing up my first. That's good news on my end.

Another thing you might like is scrambled eggs with sliced onions. It's one of my favorite dishes when I'm in the mood for something salty.

Anyone remember VR Troopers?

I've been busy with fanfics lately. :wink: Lots of writing, but it's worth it when I get stuff done.

Furbus was his name. :wink: I watched some of the show when it came on. It was kind of cute, kind of funny, but I never really got into it.

It's 7:45 where I am, and I'm having a bowl of Wheat Chex.

More wisdom (cough) from Vector Prime Do you know why that, in the cartoon alone, the Constructicons have three separate origins? It's because the people who were supposed to be guarding the timeline were getting sidetracked by questions. It's enough to make one want to go back in time and kill one's own grandfather to avoid all the silliness... Q: How much do you weigh? A: That depends on whether the model sitting on my lap is from the Deluxe or Voyager class. Q: Where were you in Energon? A: I was trying to convince Alpha Q to create an ice-world inhabited entirely by ski-bunnies and figure skaters, with naturally-occuring hot chocolate springs. Q: Who is your favorite Autobot? A: The Insecticons tell me I'm not allowed to answer with 'Override in a bikini' again. Therefore, my favourite Autobot is Arcee. In a bikini. Q: Are you aware that your face bears a strong resemblance to the Autobot insignia? A: It's the other way around, actually, and I haven't seen a single royalty. 'Copyright expires fifty years after the death of the original creator' my foot. I wasn't dead! I was temporally indisposed!