The *OFFICIAL* Quotes Thread

[The Masked Menace]

Sept 1, 2008 21:09:34 GMT 10 Milk said:

This was a PM from Jakeby sent to Farrelei. Then Farrelei sent it to everyone

Hey man This site aint cool anymore Im really pissed at alot of things now like:
1.Drew joing..I dont care what you think I hate him.
2.Milk hating me like heck.
3.Milk being Admin.
4.Some-one smiting me to -17 Karma.
5.Im angry at this place.

LOL

i meant this

[Smallfry]

that was a funny pm

[Jakeby]

Sept 10, 2008 16:54:05 GMT 10 @Jakeby said:

The door opend and out came a small Old lady teacher.
She looked at all the student's and pered at Arrow.
"Wright! Before we begin Extra Melle combat I have some rules in hear.
The Teacher opend her folder and got out severall pieces of paper.
"Right walk inside and take a seat and I will hand this out and you shall read it."
The Line moved and walked inside.
The room was very long and the wall's were dark black and the roof was A dark blue and the Carpet was A Navy couler.
Arrow took a seat next to A guy that was tall and had blue spiky hair and was wearing black clothes.
"Hey...Were are you from?"said Arrow starting a conversation.
"Hey Kid you better do what this Teacher say's or your gonna have A rought time here so you better zip it!"
The teacher slamed the door behined her.
"Now! I will give you all this sheet wich say's all the rules in this class."
The teacher handed Arrow and the person next to him a sheet.
It said Rule1:No Yelling or screaming or Talking without permission.
Rule2:No fighting.
Rule 3:I am always the boss of you.
"Well..This is pretty strict." Arrow murmerd.
"Yea it is..But you get used to it now Shutup!"
"What was that! you said Toro?"Said the strict teacher.
"Huh..nothing.."
"Wright you and your friend..Arrow..stand up"
Arrow and Toro stood up and walked towards the teacher.
"Ok you wont be using your wooden swords Im letting you use these Iron swords."
The teacher Sturggled pickg up the sword and handed Toro and Arrow a sword each.
"Now..what?"Said Arrow confused.
"NOW WHAT?! what do you mean NOW WHAT?! You fight you Idiot!"
Toro grined.
"Argh! Take this Arrow!" Toro swung his sword with a mighty swing and Clinged with Arrow's sword.
"Arrr..."Arrow struggled keeping balance with so much force on him.
Arrow hit the sword away and then gave a slash heading at Toro's head "Woah!" Toro Stoped the dangerouse slash with his sword.
They begane fighting repetadily for about 30 minutes.
"Right Thats enough!"
The Teacher Took the sword's from Toro and Arrow.
"Now Im letting you all be let out with a 30 minute early mark!"
The classroom was filled with joy and cheers.
"Soo..wanna check out the Oval Arrow?"
Arrow looked at Toro. "Yea sure."
Toro and Arrow walked out and Grabed their bag and walked throught the Cold windy School.
"Ahh..here we are..The Oval!"
Arrow's face droped and was dazzeld at the size and how good the Grass was.
"This..is our Oval!"
"Yep it sure is. And it Look's like theirs a class Doing P.E"
"Hey That's Ashaliy!"
Toro saw Arrow pointing at Ashaliy in a far distance.
"Why is she on the ground?"
Arrow was shocked.
"Oh..no C'mon lets go!"
Arrow and Toro ran Towards the Oval and stopped into the crowed Surrounding Ashaliy who was on the ground.
"What Happend??"Said Arrow schocked

[The Masked Menace]

nobody is gonna read that

[Farrelei]

Want me to quote the combined Searching post? Dx;

[The Masked Menace]

wow we posted at the same time!!!!!!!!

[Farrelei]

Lol, this is one post on Search for the Skies:

All was quiet, all was still.
Siberius managed to open his scrunched up eye. Everything seemed so unnaturally cold.... He quickly turned his head. The liquid nitrogen was still gushing out of the pipe.
Siberius turned to tell Bowen, when he saw Eleanore...
"ARRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!!!" a scream pierced the silence as Eleanore fall to the ground, squeezing her arm.
Siberius watch in horror as her arm quickly turned black and seemed to shrivel up. The skin split on her arm and blood began to spurt out all over her.
"ELEANORE!" he screamed, alerting everyone else.
Bowen was already by her side, his expression showed he was clearly mortified.
"ELEANORE, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?" he touched her arm, not knowing what to do. It was freezing cold. "Recko, we're gonna have to-"
Recko wasn't looking at Eleanore. Recko was staring at something else...
The Fuhrer was still standing there, staring at them.
"Wh--What are you doing?" asked Recko in a surprisingly calm and consoling voice, "why haven't you gone...?"
The Fuhrer's 'ghost' didn't say anything. It just stood, and it stared.
"Wh--WHY ARE YOU HERE! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" yelled Recko.
He was sick of this... The Fuhrer was dead. Why was he still there? Recko had to put up with this man during the whole war... He was his main target, his rival. He had to put up with the lies of him being his father. He had to put up with saving him.
This man was twisted. He tried to kill them, yet at the same time he can't.. Because he loves them.
Recko already had the gun in his hand and shot at the Fuhrer.
The bullet hit him and pierced the skin, but no blood came out. The Fuhrer didn't move, didn't wince.

Siberius turned to Bowen, "What!? What are we going to do with her!?"
Bowen was experiencing Recko's pain, but he forced himself to turn back to Eleanore... Something about her made him want it more.
"Siberius..." he began
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHH!" Eleanore screamed
"Quick! I don't know what those 'powers' of yours can do, but can you tear a shard of glass of that machine!?" he pointed to the computer-like machine.
Siberius stood up and tried his best to stay calm under the stress. He walked closer to the circle of computers and thrusted some air in the direction of the screen.
Nothing happened.
He tried again, this time more stronger.
The screen smashed and Siberius picked up the largest shard of glass and brought it over to Recko.
"Siberius, I'm gonna need your help, okay? Do you think you can melt this glass?" he asked
"I think I've done things with heat once before... I don't know much about my power but I think it will wor-"
"OKAY THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH, GET READY!" Bowen yelled. He took the shard of glass in his hand, "Eleanore, don't panic, try not to move..."
And with that, he thrusted the shard of glass through the black, broken skin, tearing off Eleanore's arm.

Too many thoughts flew through Eleanore's mind. She couldn't concentrate on anything, and the pain was unbearable, but Bowen's words calmed her a little. When he sliced off her arm, she screamed, but quickly tried to stop herself. She kept yelping madly as blood sploshed from her arm, second by second.
"SIBERIUS, NOW!" Bowen yelled, holding the glass up to what remained of Eleanore's arm (about 1/4 of the arm remained).
Siberus brought his hands closer to the glass and concentrated inside of him, flowing all of the heat energy in his body to one place, then excreting it through his hands ((I know what you're thinking =.=)). He then used the arin around his hands to multiply the effect of the heat, and with every second, it grew and grew.
It was hot, but was not hot enough to melt the glass. He kept concentrating, harder and harder, and his body began to grow extremely cold as the heat escaped from him and the liquid nitrogen cooled the temperature in the large basement.
"Siberius, comon!" encouraged Bowen, "COME ON!!!!! Can you draw my heat out!?"
The blood was spilling over the glass, and soon the floor around them was like a bloody pool.
Siberius heard Bowen's words and thought. Then he grabbed Bowen arm, and began sucking his heat into him.
Bowen still held the glass with his other hand, but winced as all the ehat from him escaped and he suddenly became freezing cold. Siberius' face was blue, but as the heat returned he kept it there for a few seconds to warm himself up, but then quickly excreted it all again, repeating the procedure.

Almost instantly, the glass began to change colour. It turned to a reddy-white colour, burning Bowen's fingers. But Bowen still kept working on the glass, moulding it over Eleanore's wound so that the blood stopped gushing out. But it worked. The tips of Bowen's fingers had melted off, but it was nothing compared to the life of Eleanore. ((Is that alright Macca? Kthx))
Eleanore kept breathing heavily and screaming as the piercing hot glass seared into her skin. She knew that it'd be there forever, in place of her arm. But as she stared down at the cold, bloody, crumpled arm in the pool of blood, she knew that it had to be done.
She didn't say anything, she couldn't the pain was too much for her. Everything became blurry, and she felt so dizzy. She layed her head down and closed her eyes...
"ELEANORE, NO!" yelled Siberius, waking her up again.
"Ahhh..." she murmered. She was so tired, so tied up... She just needed one last rest...
"Bowen then turned to the fountain of liquid nitrogen, "Siberius, I need you, find a way to stop that nitrogen!" he then turned back to Eleanore and held her in his arms.
She still didn't say anything, but she kept her eyes open. For him.

Siberius ran towards the nitrogen, as images flashed before his eyes of Eleanore's bloody arm. He shook his head and tried not to get too close to it. What could he do? He had to stop the nitrogen, but using the glass trick again would be no use, it'd never get warm enough.
He was still thinking, when the pipe split, more liquid nitrogen exploding out straight towards Siberius.
He held his hands up towards his face and he pushed the liquid nitrogen back using the aura....
And then all was quiet again.
Siberius opened his eyes....
The liquid nitrogen had stopped. He had pushed it back onto itself, multiplying the temperature.... And it had frozen right over the pipe.
Siberius sighed and fell to the ground. He knew that he had no aura left in him. It was already weak from the day before, and he knew that he had wasted himself. Nothing ever like it had happened before. Nothing. His powers were mysterious... Maybe he would still be able to use them, but he didn't know for sure. He, too felt tired...

Recko stared face-to-face with the imposter that called himself his father.
"You... You're the cause of all the suffering in my life. The reason for everyone's suffering! I see now all the wrong things I've done... This rebellion hurt many people, many lives... But.. In the end we saved everyone. Why are you here? We did want you want. I've fulfilled my promise to you..."
The Fuhrer stood still, not saying anything, as he always did..
Recko grew more angry...
But then..
"My son" the Fuhrer spoke. His voice sounded strange, as if it wanted to get out but was struggling along the way, "You can't see... You can't see past the mask, the cocoon in which I dwell"
This angered Recko more. He didn't have time for petty riddles. He was about to speak, when the Fuhrer spoke again
"The demon is not dead. You thought it was that simple?"
The words echoed within Recko's head for a second. Then he slowly began to turn behind him...

Eleanore stared past Bowen, trying to make sense of things. If she could, then it'd be easier for her to stay awake. That's when she saw... Water flowing towards her. She tried to see through her blurry eyes... And then she knew.
"D--" she began, trying to speak through the pain
"Calm down, Elle.. I'm here for you" said Bowen consolingly
"Dia--Bora.." she managed to say.
Bowen thought for a moment. Then he knew...
He turned slowly...

And he saw, crawling from the liquid nitrogen on the floor...
Diabora. There were no flames around him, just blackened smoke. He stepped painfully towards them, as if every step was like death knocking at his door.
His eyes were filled with madness and anger, but his body mocked them.
"It's not finished..." he said, "I haven't... Finished... My act.
Here comes... For the Puppet show finale!" he began to concentrate, as flamed began to spark on his body. His oroborus was now slightly visible.
"So... He too is one of them?" Siberius asked to himself, but then suddenly, flames were sent his way.
Siberius rolled from his position on the ground as the flames hit the computer.
Diabora was clearly weakened, but not dead.

Bowen watched in horror, Eleanore stuggled in his arms and Recko just stood staring. It was like a nightmare in which you kept running from your purseur, but even as you became tired, he never tired out.

"I..... Cannot die...." Diabora claimed, "I... Am......"
Then suddenly another voice echoed out through the air, as both voices spoke at once:
"Fate"


Diabora stopped and looked up, as if to find the voice that spoke with him.
No-one moved or said a word.
They were all quiet, as Diabora was, not knowing what to do.
Then, as if a friend was whispering to you, everyone in the room heard a faint "Fate....
Diabora kept staring into the sky for a few seconds, but then decided he was angry by this new actor in his play. He stared menacingly at the roof for a bit longer, then suddenly yelled, "I. AM. FATE!"
The walls shuddered, then everything returned to silence... Everyone looked up.... Anticipating...


He stood there, on the edge of that bridge. The sword was clenched in his hands. The memories of the dead and his own thoughts ektp whizzing through his mind for control. But he stood there, still, unmoving. He opened his eyes and stared into the sword. He saw his reflection...
No.
He saw a ruler. A ruler that had tried everything for the best, but ended up in failure. I ruler who had sinned so many times, as if the dead pyreflies that were assembling inside of him, where the sins he had committed.
He was a ruler who had never repented. He blinked his eyes, as a non-existant tear fell from it's place.
"I have to..." the voice said
"I have to do this... To repent for my sins
I have to do this... For the people I have hurt
I have to do this...
Because I am Emperor Sei"
And with that, he closed his eyes. He felt himself lift off the boards of the bridge, and the non-existant wind brushed past his face and grew stronger and stronger.
He had fallen off the bridge, leaving death behind him.
He fell, all the memories of the dead inside him. While he fell, he opened his eyes.
And for once in his long life...
Sei smiled.
The myst flowed through his sword, twisting and turning, as his life flashed before him. The memories of the dead didn't matter anymore, he had his own.
The little aura that Siberius had given him flowed with the myst, turning.
Sei's smile grew, he finally had reason to live.
Suddenly, colours flashed on the sword.
And Sei kept falling.
And in the silence that reigned in the Otherworld, a loud noise echoed throughout the world, as Sei exploded, and all the pyreflies, his and the dead's, errupted from him, flyring back up the darkness to their place in the Garden of the Dead.
He was finally free of his burdens, his madness, his life.
Sei was dead.
The sword kept falling, through the beautiful light that suddenly appeared, the pyreflies.
It fell, and fell....
As all the pyreflies in the world returned to their true owners.

In the Palace, Diabora heard the explosion.
Suddenly, everyone did. It shook the Palace walls, it shook the whole world, and every inhabitant of it stopped and looked, as from all those who had died in the war, all those who had lost their memories, the puppets of Diabora, began to flicker with light.
Diabora's expression suddenly changed. He was no longer smiling, or forwning. He stared. He knew.
And he didn't even have a chance to resist. He silently lowered his head and closed his eyes, as he knew that there was no chance.
His body slowly shimmered in a majestic light as the pyreflies flowed from him. Eleanore's eyes re-opened and she stared at them, next to Bowen, as they illuminated the whole world.
Most of the pyreflies escaped through the walls of the palace, returning to those who were Diabora's puppets, and their memories returned.

One of the men opened his eyes and rubbed them. He was standing in his own house, with his children quivering in fear around him, their mother dead on the floor.
And he was holding the gun that shot her.
Not all stories ended happily. In fact, next to none did.

Eleanore stared at Diabora, and he stared back at her, no expression on his blank face.
And his body slowly melted into the sky... And 2 other figures appeared next to each other on the floor.
Siberius got up and eyed them. Then, before he could even think, he was running over, tears in his eyes, as he ran up to one of the figures, holding him in his arms.
"Father...!" he cried, unable to stop the tears, but his father didn't respond. His father lay still, his eyes closed.
Siberius cried more, embracing the old man.
Eleanore tightened her grip on Bowen. She never wanted him to die, she never wanted to experience that pain.
But then.... She noticed the other figure next to Kakarott...
Her mouth tightened.Her grip loosened. And she slowly pulled herself from Bowen's arms.
She began walking towards the figure
"E-Eleanore, what are you doing?" asked Bowen, standing up behind her.
The figure on the floor blinked it's eyes, and slowly stood up to face the bloody image of Eleanore.
Eleanore stared back at it, unable to identify the emotion she felt.
"...Gabranth" she said.
He stared back, saddness in his eyes. He too didn't know what he felt. With his head hanged, he replied softly, "Eleanore."
Eleanore stared back and didn't reply.
Bowen appeared behind her. "Eleanore... This man..."
Eleanore then touched Bowen's hand... And moved towards Gabranth.
And there, gabranth and Eleanore held each other in forgiveness, as the pyreflies mooved from each of them.
"Eleanore.... I didn't know... I'm so sorry" he murmered.
Eleanore tried to hug him closer, but then she felt herself pass through him...
And pyreflies flew throughout the room.
She turned back, "Gabranth?"
He turned to stare at her, he too was confused. But then... He noticed something. Something past Eleanore.
Someone familiar to him...
Then, as pyreflies returned to him, he knew.
"A---" he began, "Amasia" he exclaimed.

She was a beautiful lady, her eyes the most gentle and peaceful eyes anyone ever owned.
"Gabranth... I've found you" she said, in her soft comforting voice.
"Where were you..?" she asked
"Amasia... I'm so sorry..." Gabranth stumbled through Eleanore, and walked towards the strange lady. She was floating into the sky.
"Gabranth... We promised..."
"And now we'll fulfill that promise"
Amasia shook her head, tears dropping, "you promised that you would search the skies with me... Before you died. That you would search for them... For me. That we could live together in the clouds"
Gabranth nodded, saddened, "Amasia... I'm sorry. I forgot... But I'm here now... We don't need to search... We've found each other"
And held her in his arms, and together they disappared, pyreflies shimmering out of them.
Bowen thought to himself how weird that was. After all that just happened, he actually considered that quite funny. He turned to face his brother, "Recko!" he said happily.
But Recko was staring at something else.

The Fuhrer stared back at Recko, as he always did, not moving. And he nodded.
"You fulfilled my promise" he said. And then he smiled. Pyreflies shimmered from his image, and it disappeared, leaving a stumbling man in it's place.
"Wh---WHere am I!??!?" he demanded. Then it stared at Recko, "you, tell me where I am!" he drew his gun-
But Recko shot faster.
The man stumbled backwards... And fell down near the computers, dead.
"Brother..." Bowen said.
Recko turned... His brother was staing at the Fuher's pyreflies. They didn't disappear. Instead, they floated towards Kakarott... And they combined.
Siberius stopped crying and looked at the man, tears in his eyes.

And Kakarott blinked his eyes.
Siberius exploded in hapiness, crying with new tears now.
Kakarott didn't know what hit him at first... But Siberius began explaining everything to him.
Siberius..." Kakarott said, hushing Siberius
Kakarott stared into his son's sparkling eyes. He had been crying, but they were still beautiful. He was glad he had saved him... And how he had grown!
"Siberius... You.. Thank you" Kakarott said, holding him close, and hugging each other for the first time in a long, long time.
"father... We can finally live together... Again" Siberius smiled and stared into his father's old face.
"Siberius.."
"Yes father?" Siberius replied
"I love you... Know that. I'm sorry for what I've done"
"But... Was it really you?"
"...Siberius... I'm sorry... I'm dying"
And with that, Siberius didn't say anything.
Kakarott blinked several times, then coughed up blood
"Father....!?!" Siberius asked, frightened
"It's okay, my son. Don't be sorry... I've lived too long in this world... My bones ache... I'm going to be more comfortable now...
I'm sorry we couldn't be together for long... Goodbye, Siberius"
Siberius held his father close, "Father..." he knew. He understood. Siberius couldn't help the tears, but he knew. He slowly layed his father's head down onto the ground, and watched as Kakarott took his last, comfortable breath, and smiled for the last time...

Bowen smiled, happy for Siberius. Everything turned out well afterall, he thought.
He turned to face Eleanore...
But she was lying on the floor.

"Elle..?" he asked.
He was suddenly thrust out of his happy mood, facing her.
He ran up to her, "ELEANORE!" he shook her....

Eleanore opened her eyes, as a soft white pillow surrounded her. She closed her eyes again. She felt so incredibly warm and comfortable. And she knew.
She knew she was dying. She lay back in the soft, warm comfort. And suddenly, she didn't want to live anymore. After all that pain of living, what she had just gone through to survive, she was now free. Free from the pain and hurt. She began to fall to sleep, just as she heard faint in the distance, someone calling her name. She ignored it, but it kept coming.
She opened her eyes and looked through the white, comfortable place where she lay. Then suddenly, she heard more than one voice.
She heard many.
She heard Hiro, sacrificing himself to save her.
She saw Siberius, using his aura to melt the glass over her arm.
She heard Recko arguing with her
And then saw Bowen, leaping from the airship to save her.
And she saw him shaking her, crying. She saw him begging her to live.
And last of all... She heard another voice. A voice that she despised.
It was her own voice. And it spoke, "I live to save my people..."
Then, her world jerked. If it wasn't for her lying there now, her people would've died. Her world jerked again.
Then she saw the future. She was dead, and everyone was there, mourning, crying. And she saw Bowen, unable to live anymore.
And then she didn't want to die. She didn't want the comfort of dying... She breathed... And she opened her eyes as the pain began to throb back through her body...

"Eleanore!" screamed Bowen, hugging her tightly. He looked into her confused eyes.
"What kept you alive, Eleanore?" he asked
And she turned her head to one side... And she saw a single pyrefly fly out from the floor, floating away by itself.
And she smiled.
"Fate"

((Omigosh, that post took me more than an hour. If you don't like anything in it, PM me or just change it, whatever. Before you make any final post, we have to PM each other in the order that it will go in. Start thinking ))

[Jakeby]

Well..That was a "combined" Post..but it still beats mine.

[Farrelei]

It's not really 'combined'.
It was both posted by the same person, and the second one was straight after the first one. I just saved the first one first because it was too large to post both at once, so it's technically one post.

[Jakeby]

..Well did the 2nd post continue form the first post?

[Farrelei]

Yes. I said they were posted exactly after each other by the same person.

[Farrelei]

Sept 12, 2008 18:55:57 GMT 10 The Masked Menace said:

Mar 29, 2008 14:43:05 GMT 10 Macca said:

NO I like MEN .

[Smallfry]

lol

[Macca]

Sept 13, 2008 19:47:26 GMT 10 Farrelei said:

Sept 12, 2008 18:55:57 GMT 10 The Masked Menace said:

Needle-dick idiots. *smites Tox* I actually made a good joke, but nobody payed any attention to it because everybody was running around going *puts on high voice* "OMG Macca mikes gays *giggles constantly*" and also *puts on higher voice for Farrelei* he's gay?! *looks around* Yesssssss......"

[Macca]

Unprotected sex = Babies

~Claw