Citadel16

you could have all the power in the world, but can still do squat for yourself. sharders are like a block of cheese.

((Hey sheeple! how much within the laws of canon do we have to stay??))

this is why no one trusts the DA.

suit yourself. im kinda wondering when we'll see a cookie based Blade. NO!, Don't even- *posted before Furystorm could finish his sentence*

ah. (I actually guessed that. go figure) and you might want to know that voidus went down to the level of Zucchini.

you usually leave it locked in the car? Mario is like a hundred pound guerilla trying to hack off your face with a shardchainsaw while singing horneater lullabies in haiku format

ah.. how much was it originally? And how much is it now? if you don't mind me asking.

YAY! but I still cant upvote anything

down voting only, huh... that's rather negative.

that's the idea. but if you think about it, nightblood isn't exactly using that format. so you can name it whatever you want as long as its similar. hey Voidus, want the blade Moosetracks? how bout Piday?

Your Blades are accepted. for now Quiet. We have a very low rejection rate. for now Is that all you can say? for now

the best part was

nope. I really wish it was, though.

Wake up Warrior Mark. Wake up and feel the warmth of a dying sun against your cheeks. Wake up and smell the ashes... taste the char in the air…wake and hear the silence of a waiting people. Wake and see that the world is in need of you… WAKE UP!! Mark blinked and immediately bolted upright. He looked around noting the endless fields of unharvested wheat, as dry as a, well, a dry field. “Where in the world am I?” he said to himself. He stood up and immediately noticed his clothing. Everything he was wearing was grey, save for his black cloak that hung over his left side, his black boots-which he found were really comfortable, and his belt with what looked like a Silver buckle. He looked down at his forearms. Each was heavy with a black gauntlet that covered each of his arms from just below the wrists to almost the elbow. He somewhat happily noted that they almost didn’t interfere with his wrist movements at all. Mark turned looking in every direction. Where should he go? He took three steps before tripping over something large. Grunting, Mark picked himself off the ground and turned to see what he had tripped over. There, on the grass, was a grey colored backpack, bulging with what seemed to be traveling supplies. Mark dove into the bag, looking for any hint to why he might be in the middle of nowhere. Then he noticed the sword. It was long bladed, a good four feet at least, and was sheathed in a silver looking sheath. He picked it up, shivers running down his spine as he touched the metal. He moved to unsheathe it. Not yet. The voice, clear as a bell in Marks head, caused him to stop. For some reason, the voice was… familiar somehow. The voice of someone he knew. No. That didn’t seem accurate. The voice of something he knew. Without pulling the blade out, Mark tied the sword to his belt, hidden from view on his left side. Thunder rolled across the landscape and Mark instinctively pulled up the hood on his cloak before realizing that he had never checked to see if his cloak had a hood. Confused, but not really worried for some reason, Mark threw the pack over his shoulder, decided on a direction, and began to walk. And walk… And walk… And walk.

well in that case Would you like to slay some evil today?

Hello welcome. Would you like to slay some evil today?

welcome to the forums. instead of joining the Dark Alley, would you like to slay some evil today?

welcome comrades. our first order of business: let us decide whether or not the Dark Alley is evil.

((how does that even work?!))

Accept the Darkness, embrace The Light, Accept the Darkness, embrace The Light. Accept the Darkness, embrace The Light!! Can we slay them, boss? No Furystorm, not right now.

((we have a hulk))

hmn. sure. I could work with that.

*grunt* yeah. Siris. I'm a tad disappointed that I'm the only one who seems to have read the infinity blade books. I've never even played the games and those are among my favorite books.

The flames of evil burn bright. quench them with a bottle of nightbloods corrupted investijuice! order today! must be one thousand years or older to order. Shipments going fast.

you dont see the last one coming. books are like a woodchip.