Lyphforse_Guyver

They could take anyone at all, they would just brainwash them. They would prefer those of good stock to start with. Military background and being athletic would be a plus. They would only use random folks for lab rats, test new forms, a throw-away like Malmot. IMO

You should its good. If you like Bruce Campbell films.

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My comment is more to what Ryuki said, to give my opinion on why people seem to attack God and those who believe in him: Not to the atheist subject.

I think the attack is more from the idea of unpreventable bad things. Like a good woman/man, making a good life for themselves and family. They get cancer and wither away and die. No fault of their own, just a random bad thing. Could have God saved this pure person? I think the "attack" of faith isn't an attack on God, its more an attack on the mass of shallow followers that preach the word of a all loving God then turn around and show such intolerance for other types of lifestyles and beliefs. I think its a good thing to have faith, as long as it is not used to think they are better then others, a fault of many religious types....not just Christians. I personally don't have it, but I no longer attack it as I did in my younger years. I think that came from folks "preaching" their ideas to me, even if I did ask to hear them.

Awesome!

Yes, you need to get a Paypal account, got that poster off Yahoo Japan.

Anybody have any background info on this poster, seen it before? I don't think its an "official" piece, signed by Ruykon. I got it about a year ago, like it a lot.

I was watching Afro Samurai today.

Would he get away with it this time. He's done it several times before and never been caught. He had all the things he needed to get it done, he even had a great place picked out. Gabriel Porter has his name but his friends all called him "Carrot Man" because of his mop of bright red hair. Gabe stood in a nearby alley and watched the events unfold. Small at first, growing bigger and bigger until the whole building was engulfed. Gabriel loved fire. Loved it more then anything else in the world. He wasn't a bad man, he just liked to watch things burn. The wild random action of the flames as it consumed everything in its path. The flickering light bouncing against the nearby buildings. How the night sky turned to day from the bright lights of the fire below. He was in love again. Someone could have picked his pocket or even started a conversation with him. he would have never known. He was oblivious to everything except the chaotic dance of the fire he had started just across the street. So oblivious in fact that he didn't notice the person who was watching him.

WTF???? LOL

That's not just woman.

That really doesn't mean much. Long distance relationships usually don't last. Give it a couple of months, she's in collage, which means its a time for experimenting/testing the waters. I'm not saying that this necessarily good for you, but "Mr I just rode a train for 6hrs." is more then likely up for a rude awakening. At the same time being friends with her can't hurt, she will hang around other girls, that opens up new chances for you to meet new people. Trust me your young, you got nothing but time. Good luck with whatever path you choose.

Mr. T is cool!!!!

I'm sure their is, they just need plenty of hand lotion.

Deacon sat across the street, with his elbows on his knees and face in his hands, watching as they loaded CT into the ambulance. He thought to himself, if that cook hadn't brought out the trash at that moment and interrupted, would he have finished what he started? Joseph, the man who worked the meat counter at the local grocery store, strolled by and noticed the blood on deacon's shirt sleeve. He stopped a moment to see if he was alright, Deacon shot him a crazed look and shooed him away, so Joe scuttled off down the street. After the ambulance took off, Deacon returned to his room, changed his shirt, throwing the other in the waste can and sat on his bed in silence. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The police questioned CT about the attack. He couldn't tell them much, just the facts, him in the alley having a smoke then being hit by someone he didn't see. As they questioned him, CT began to sift though his personal items, though his wallet.....something was missing. His ID, credit cards and cash, all in place, but the picture, the one he had tucked way behind his ID, it was gone.

Yes, I can be.

To SOME degree I am in the same frame of mind as Ryuki, my time is valuable to me and in order to get some of my time you would have to important in some way to get it. Also I'm not a manipulator by nature(a jerk) and I lack the friendly compassionate side of a nice guy. My choice is solitude. If I need physical attention, their are pros out there that can satisfy my "needs". In short I don't get women because I don't look or work to get them because I see most of them as a waste of my time.

He continued to pick at his food, dwelling on the events that had enraged him so. Dayna, the overweight middle aged waitress, who smelled like almonds, dropped the bill on the table by CT's plate. He thought of ripping the bill up and dashing for the door but figured it was more trouble then he really needed right now. Shortly after paying he found himself outside having a smoke, this always calmed him before, but not this time. He could feel his blood pressure rising, it was starting to make him sick to his stomach but he couldn't help it. This rage just wouldn't go away. Suddenly CT's mind went dark and he hit the pavement of the back alley with a sickening thud. Deacon stood over CT with a old rusted hammer in his hand. He looked at the hammer, then to CT lying there...then back to the hammer. He really thought their would be more blood.

He got back to the hostel and crashed into bed, shaking it enough to wake the guy next to him. His name is Deacon, he never gave his last name and while most people thought that was a bit odd, that just the way he was. Deacon was a lonely and bitter man who often though about ways to get away with murder. He glanced over to CT, wondering why he'd thrown himself into bed so hard. He turned away and slowly climbed to his feet, his back hurt again.....damn these crappy beds. As he made his way across the room he glanced back to CT again, stopping in the center of the room. CT was startled by a loud thud that came from behind him, he looked over to see Deacon lying face first on the floor. He went to check on him. Deacon was totally still, he had black out again....this was nothing new, CT had seen him do this before. CT stood up from the body, shook his head and went downstairs to get some food.