I totally meant to do this yesterday but I forgot somehow so HAPPY BIRTHDAY Vincent Valentine/Kakashi Hatake/Mikey!!!! I blame everyone that's not me for this being late.

Oook. Although i have enjoyed playing -angetsu. (A certain letter key has stopped working on my keyboard. I'll let you guys figure that one out).

I had a lot planned out for him, but well.. I guess i wasn't reatlly enjoying it as much as i thought. The lack of real mobility really takes away from how i can describe him, and having to rely on another character to get around at first wasn't really appealing. Also, I cant get -angetsu's personality down right and the times I do makes me cringe from how cheesy it is. For this reason i am thinking about another Alt, sorry for those i had plans with x.x


Now, those I am considering:

Seraph: Ex-Espada That is currently working for King Gilgemesh. he is a curious fellow, literally. Good or bad he always looks for new things to explore, for new things to experience. (kinda how he died back in his homeworld). Think of him as a cloud, drifting where ever the wind blows and only weighed down by the one he serves. Expect to find him at a bar somewhere drinking up everyone's alcohol. Also New babylon needs some membership, and i would enjoy throwing him back in.



Marluxia: The character i originally joined the site as hailing from Kingdom Hearts. This guy wants nothing else but to obtain more power. He can be viewed as cold and egotistical, but what's the harm in having another one of those here? This bish is absolutely fabulous.



might add some later.

I'm interested in drawing secondaries if anyone's interested.

So, once again, Emmy here looking for peeps to play MMORPGs with. My WoW prgrams turns to shit, so I've been thinking about the other ones that i use to play, namely DCUO and Rift.

Anyone interested in either? We could all play together and run a Guild. Let me hear your thoughts. I'm up for either tbh.

If you're in, which would you like to play? You can choose multiple choices.

Hey everyone,

I'm really big on having/making signatures and avatars for all of my characters, and I just thought that it'd be nice to extend this offer out to everyone on the site. Make sure you explain what you want in good detail, and remember that I'm limited by the site's image size for the avatars and signatures!

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To:Nealaphh
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From:Victor Wolfe
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Subject:Questions about the Monotruth

I have found your book, the Monotruth to be a very interesting read and am considering joining with the Omniverse institute however I do have a list of questions that I hope you will take the time to answer, I find that asking questions is always a good approach before signing up for something. As such I will be going through the chapters of the Monotruth and pointing out any musings or concerns I may have.

Prologue: If the smiling one is truly all knowing then what would the point of these worlds be, after all he would already be able to see the result of everything that is going to happen, perhaps he is merely Omnipotent, Also if he is all knowing then surly he would know how to prevent any opposition to his game very easily. He may just be enjoying watching all the planning you put into it, just to have it all fall to pieces with a wave of his hands and laugh as we all struggle.

1. One musing I have is that not all of us lost power, I personally feel better than I ever have before, I heal quicker, am able to move faster and I am able to jump much higher than I ever could before, I was also almost certain to die before I was taken here, in a way I could view this smiling one as a saviour. I do agree with the other crimes though particularly the crime of cowardice, to many times have I seen aloft nobles hide away whilst the people they view as bellow them fight it out.If the Smiling one is willing to put us all in danger for his amusement then perhaps he should be leading by example?

2. I agree with pretty much everything in this section and in particular have a few suggestions for the dunes, perhaps by removing empire influence from the dunes and giving control to a much more centralized faction say, New Babylon. Its resources could be far better used. New Babylon has already been working on many of the things that you plan for the dunes; we act as a safe haven for any and all travellers in the dunes no matter their background. However tensions with the empire have prevented us from dealing with other threats like the bandits, perhaps this institution could work together with us; our goals do not seem that dissimilar.

3. This is a section I have some problems with, I am an assassin and as such my profession relies on working around whatever laws are in place, I agree with the idea of secondary rights but if one does enough to become a target I would not be able to not kill them. Assassin’s honour. I do agree with the principle but at the end of the day there will always be particular Secondaries that it would be better for everyone if they were to disappear

4.Nothing much to say on this, both theories are interesting but are hard to prove without the smiling one himself confirming it, and even then who is to say that he would tell us the truth.

5. A very interesting view and one that I agree on, from my understanding Secondaries cannot use Omnilium so devising an alternate currency could go a long way to promoting the rights of Secondaries as it would give them more economical power, still not quite on par with that of the Primes but it is a step. However what could this new currency be?

I have enjoyed reading your theories on the Omniverse and believe that the pursuit of knowledge and improvement of the world around you is a noble one; however I wonder what you have to gain from all of this? However your end goal is no real matter to me, as long as I enjoy the journey your grand plans will lead to that is all that matters. I hope that you will respond and give me your thoughts on my questions, musings and suggestions. So long as the answers are satisfactory I should be able to help with your institute, I do have some prior arrangements in the dunes to take care of but once that is out of the way I should be free to help.

Sincerely
Victor Wolfe

The Tangled Green was behind them, and after a few more days of marching through jungle and forest, the twosome returned to the Pale Moors. After days of high, fluctuating temperatures and humidity, the pair was happy to find themselves staring out across the cloud-covered moors, where the temperatures barely reached anything one may consider ‘hot.’

Out ahead of them, the drab landscape stretched on for a few miles until it was broken up by the walls of Darkshire and the few lofty buildings that made up the townscape. In silence, the two men started back toward the place where they’d spent so much of their time in the Omniverse.

***

“Who goes there?” The voice from the guardhouse seemed halfhearted, prompting a scowl from Shang.

“Shang Tsung and Atelos.”

“…Who?” The man inquired.

The question made the pair of primes scowl. Neither man was in the mood to be asked stupid questions by recruits manning the gates. Before Shang could ask in a more politely worded manner, Atelos stepped forward and bashed his shield against the gate. “Open the gate before I rip it down! We have defended this town since our arrival in this verse. Our names should be known to your militia.”

Surprisingly coherent and sensible. Shang thought as the portcullis slowly started to rise in front of them. When it was high enough for both men to dip under it, they did so without a moment’s delay. As it dropped back down behind them, they found themselves ringed by a group of soldiers wearing battered armor and appearing as if they hadn’t slept in several hours. Although all of their weapons were sheathed, none of the men confronting the pair seemed relaxed.

“We don’t take too kindly to people threatening to assault the town,” a sergeant spoke as he stepped forward.

“We are Shang Tsung and Atelos,” Shang repeated. “We left with the paladin Argento on a journey to Silent Hill a few months ago. Certainly you know that much?”

The sergeant nodded, and after a moment, his eyes went wide. “You have been into the fog and returned?” Shang and Atelos nodded their heads in unison. “Where is Sir Camarinos?”

At that, the sorcerer frowned. He reached back behind his head and tugged the hammer free from the sheath. “Argento fell in combat before we could make our escape from Silent Hill.” Shang held out the paladin’s hammer and let the sergeant look it over to try and confirm its authenticity. After a few moments, the soldier’s shoulders sagged and he took a step back to address another solider.

“Go to town hall and relay this information to Brevet Commander Skendor immediately.”

“But, Sir, wh—”

“Now!” The noncom shouted as he spun the recruit around and shoved him in the direction of the town’s central offices. As the pubescent soldier scampered away to locate Dobson, the sergeant turned back to Shang and Atelos. “If what you say is true, I’ll get you both an audience with the acting commander of the guard.”

Something seemed off about the behavior of all the soldiers, but Shang wasn’t about to start asking those questions out in the open. He simply watched and took note as the group led Atelos and him through the surprisingly empty streets of the town. When they reached the town hall, a man in nice clothes walked outside and had a hushed conversation with the sergeant. When the councilman returned into the building, the noncom turned around and struggled to maintain his composure.

“Brevet Commander Skendor is… indisposed and will be so until the conclusion of business hours. You are asked to return then for an audience with him.”

“Fine,” Shang replied as the sergeant walked off to bark orders at his men. Turning to the Spartan, the sorcerer scowled. “You’ve noticed it right?”

“What?”

“The atmosphere here… it’s different. Things are tenser than they’ve ever been, and I’ve yet to see a rank-and-file soldier who looks like he’s served more than three weeks on the job.”

“I noticed that there are more skeletons serving up there as well,” Atelos added, something that Shang had failed to pick up on during their standoff with the gate crew. “You think they’re on some sort of campaign? Perhaps they fielded an army?”

The sorcerer shook his head. Darkshire was many things, but he doubted they had the manpower or resources to fielded any sort of army, especially with the threats the town suffered on an almost daily basis. “Let’s head home.”

“Home?” Atelos asked as Shang started to walk down a side street.

Reaching behind his back, the sorcerer patted the handle of the hammer. “It’s our house now,” he said, suppressing a sneer. “I’m sure it’s what our friend would have wanted.”

Today was a calm, and surprisingly cool day, a few fluffy and innocent clouds daintily crawled across the baby blue skies. It was still morning, the early spring dew clinging to the soft vibrant green grass, each dew drop reflecting the world intricately enough that once or twice a level and civil-headed man might even consider that each drop was it's own new clear world. Maybe that world had it's own town of Charleston, it's own practically new United States of America, with a Mississippi river and a Cape of Fear folded inside it's smooth boundaries!

Oh the things for him to think of while he laid back on his white silk sheets, gazing at his beautifully painted ceiling through the thin red veil of his bed's canopy; he could get lost in the simple things like that, the painting on his ceiling. It modeled after the paintings across the ceilings of the Sistine Chapel, especially that of Adam and God and the Banishment of Men. He had always found those two stories of men to be the most interesting, wrong and hilarious, but interesting all the same.

How could he know for certain that he was right in his assertions? Members of his species, Andomedans, had both genetic and spiritual memories, though most Andromedans held a different belief about souls than humans held, even though the reason behind the human soul was the tampering with DNA the Andomedans had done in a series of several experiments.

But whoever are the Andomedans? He mussed in his head. He loved to think over the history he had in several worlds. After all, he had a right to! Humans considered his people to be the Biblical God, an ancient race whose powers had been mistaken for that of divinity several times and by several cultures of people.His race started out just as most modern day atheistic humans believed that they themselves started. They rose from trial and error, evolving and evolving, at times having subspecies; though all but one line would always turn into a genetic dead end for their species.

They continued to evolve, coming from an age of darkness into an age of powerful technology. First they spread civilization across their planet, exploring and making sure to understand everything there was to grasp in their home. Next they reached to the stars, colonizing and bringing technology to different planets and solar systems, and eventually a new galaxy. With their growing advancements they even unlocked the secret to preventing the aging process; with this secret their lives grew longer and longer until they had become immortals, though still able to die in various violent ways such as decapitation and removing both hearts, but that could be remedied by reconnecting the head to the neck or reattaching the heart to a main artery before the tissues started to die.

DNA was decrypted, unlocked and decoded... The genetic mistakes that left their immune systems wide open where corrected; weaknesses in their skeleton that made them vulnerable to breaking were fixed, their bodies augmented to what they consider perfect for their race.

Long, long ago, when the race was still busy colonizing and Terra-forming planets, they came across the humble little planet that his people took the liberty in naming it Earth. At the time, the planet's inhabitants consisted of strange beasts that still walked on four legs and primal, now extinct, primates. Taking a few of these nearly bi-pedal animals, they drew DNA, decrypted and altered it, mixing the smallest bits of their own genetic coding into the primates' codes. It sped up the creature's evolution, the legs becoming longer, pelvis correcting in order to swivel and support upright walking, losing a majority of muscle mass in exchange for a more highly developed brain. The first two modern humans were created in a lab, the male was named Adam, the woman named Eve. They were released into a carefully controlled environment... But first they had to be tested... Could they think on their own? How advanced was their thought process? How fast could they adapt?

They were given one rule. They could not take part in the "tree" of sacred knowledge. They broke that rule and passed the test... They were not a blindly obedient sub-race. From the "tree" they learned much and from the controlled environment they were released into the wilds of the world. Of course, they would be closely watched, their offspring monitored to make certain that they were not just another genetic failure.

The "human" subspecies of the Andromedans were quick to evolve, solving their problems with more and more logical answers. Then one of the greater race fell from his civility. He gave into the temptations of jealousy and hatred. This Andromedan's name was Lucifer, he and his followers challenged the upper council, declared a war that nearly tore the race apart at the seams. After a long battle, the upper council won, and Lucifer and his followers were banished from the empire. They had fallen from their grace, gave into the weakness that many had thought had been bred out of the upper race... Temptations of gluttony, lust, betrayal and wrath... Mind breakers were used to interrogate many of the remaining race members... A necessary precaution taken to ensure that seeds were not lying in wait to strike and launch another war. A war that might have ended the race as a whole.

A great purging took place, the ones that were still followers were exiled, sent away to a place that the humans had started to dub "Hell", the floating ship above the planet had been called a word "heaven"... Strange humans... Making a religion around those that had engineered them, a rather false religion of blind faith... Something the Andromedans didn't believe.

There was the humans that did not follow the path of righteousness, they committed moral wrong-doings... Sleeping about, stealing, killing out of wrath and not out of protection, needlessly taking when their plates were already overflowing with the banquet of the earth. A downward spiral that needed to be corrected before the human subspecies destroyed themselves.

A male and female human were designed, tweaked to be given stronger moral 'programming', created and destined for each other. They were both implanted into human females, born and raised by specially chosen families to ensure that they wouldn't fall into the snare of immorality. After the male, named Noah, had grown and married the female and bore children with her, was given an order; gather two of every animal.

The genetic codes of each gender from every animal was collected and put into storage in a device called an Ark. After his task was complete, the upper race wiped the land clear with a massive flood. The wickedly immoral were erased, and Noah and his descendants carried the codes for a more perfect human, one that knew more clearly the difference between wrong and right. After this huge flood, the Andromedans began to withdraw, content to sit back and watch. Some of their descendants, pure bloods of the race had been scattered through the human populace to keep watch.

He was one of those pure bloods that had been seeded among the masses. Of course, all his parents had called him a miracle, a gift from god, when they had explained to him that he was not their child, they had explained that he had been left on their doorstep by a pair of god's angels. Ezrihel let out a deep sigh at the ignorance of his parents. Of course they, in their overly religious fervor, would think something of that sort. After all, it was natural of humans to want to be subjugated and ruled over by some external and greater force. Though Ezrihel had never understood that construct, he could assume that it was for either comfort in assuming that one had a purpose outside of reproducing before death, a sort of personal relief from responsibilities, or maybe it was so they would believe that you continued living on after the natural death of one's body. While living on past death and being reincarnated was certainly a truth for one of Ezrihel's race, the constructs of Heaven and Hell were not something an Andromedan put stock in. Heaven and Hell were nothing more than the attempts to explain the world and events around the still primitive-minded human subspecies.

He stretched in a leisurely fashion, letting his slender and graceful fingers slide over the silky sheets. Today was going to be such a long and odious day of managing the negro, native american and poor white slaves. He owned the largest plantation in Charleston, which in turn, needed more slaves of whichever "race" was most available at the time of need. He always thought it was weird how humans decided to divide themselves into "races", as if they were that much different from each other. It seemed that men felt the need to subjugate and be subjugated. Maybe, just maybe that had been how his ancestors had programmed humans to act.

He would roll forward in order to sit, then move to stand, the bright morning light catching his alabaster chest, casting shadow over the smooth planes of his muscles. Walking over to his dark pine wood nightstand, he picked up the red leather strip he used to pull back his hair. With this strip his bound his hair back into a low ponytail, the ends of his ashen blonde hair reaching down to his mid-back. After this, he would snap his fingers, allowing one of his house slaves to go to his wardrobe, choose one of his white pressed suits and lay it across the bed. The slave girl, a West Indies girl mixed with native american and white, had picked a suit that had green accents. Glancing at the suit and thinking about it for a moment, he decided that he didn't want to wear that suit today. "No my dear, that won't do. Put that back up and fetch the red one, won't you?"

"Yes sir." She picked up the suit lying on the bed, returned it to the wardrobe and came back with his red accented white suit. He turned to face her, stretching his arms out to his sides so that she could dress him, as he was currently standing in nothing but his bare skin. He watched her dress him, her lightly colored high yellow hands still clashingly dark against his skin. While looking upon her, his eyes traced their way up her neck and across her face. Oh how she was so exotic to look at, her almond-shaped hazel eyes, her full lips a soft pink, her cheeks dotted with tiny freckles that made him want to take her to the bed and ravage her. She was, after all, one of his most attractive slaves, after all, he considered her the most beautiful of them all, which is why she worked in doors, away from the heat, and dressed him in the mornings. For the average slave, it was the best she could be given outside of freedom. He had given her a personal room inside the house and she had no worries when it came to dealing with his children, there were other people who did that job, as she was his personal slave, she didn't even have to cook meals or clean the house.

Ezrihel liked to think of himself as a kind master to his servants, after all, they didn't work Saturday or Sunday and granted them permissions to visit family that they had been separated from, he didn't even separate families when buying or selling his workers. He let them keep personal gardens and even gave them an hour break during the hottest part of the day. He had become so infatuated with his workers that on some workdays he would walk his estate and simply inquire if they needed anything in their quarters replaced or wanted anything new, or even chat with them about their life and their stories. To him they were still humans, still living sentient beings that needed care not punishment, but as a member of the creating species, he still viewed himself as above them, and they were still his property.

Never had a slave attempted escape, and never had he ever whipped his workers' backs. It was a decision he had made four years ago, when he was still a boy and hadn't the responsibilities of managing a wealthy plantation. He had sat on horseback, made to watch by his grandfather as an old and frail house slave was whipped without mercy for something so minor, oh and how she had bled the same crimson blood as all other humans as she was tied to a post, but it had not been his place to order a cease to it. It was something that he handled later, sneaking out to the slave quarters and offering aide to the old house maid. After that night, he wasn't just another white master to the workers, he was considered a good soul.

He sighed softly with a pleased tone and he gazed upon his helper. Smiling when she looked up to meet his eyes and quickly looked away; as if embarrassed a red blush came to her cheeks. Reaching out his now gloved left hand, he lightly brushed her jawline with his fingers. "It's okay love, I'd never hurt you. You know that there's nothing to be afraid of, not even God should have you be scared to tell me something that was on your heart and tongue."

His fingertips trailed over her high cheek bones as his hand moved to gently cup the side of her face, gently urging her to look at him before placing his right hand on the small of her back and pulling her closer. "Tell me, Santianna, what is it that you think of me, in all your honesty? Do you find me as exotic and irresistible as I find you, do you want to hold me close to yourself as I do with you now, without any fears or regrets?"

She looked back up at him and timidly nodded her head. "What about your wife, sir?"

"... I love her, and want to please her, but she's always been a very cold person. Besides that, she's been in Wilmington for two days, and doesn't return for another fortnight. No one will know of this as long as we don't tell."

"And your children?"

"Making love to you will never dilute my love to them."

"What shall we do now, then?"

"Make love in the sheets until we are sated, then go about the day as normal."

And so it was done as such. He made love to Santianna like he had made love to Lilith on their wedding night, except this was more pleasurably received by his female consort. He couldn't blame his wife for being so chilled to him, she had never really shone much affection to anyone, not even their son and daughter or her parents, always having been emotionally shallow. To have a new passionate and beautiful love as such, it made him feel high like he was a human on opium. After the roll in the sheets, he tidied his bed up, and dressed himself, opened his bedroom doors and stepped out...

Only to be shoved into a vastly different and very open space from his mansion's hallway. In fact, it was so open that it was a void, then a dim grey man handed him a rainbowed orb, telling him that he was not going to be alone in this "omniverse" and that other's would be with him. He ended by saying that he would always be watching over him.

Suddenly the darkness was gone, replaced by a brilliant white, a fountain and various other features slowly fading into existence. Well. I guess I'm in the omniverse.

Naruto exited the gate and was met with a wall of hot air. A quick examination of his surroundings showed that he had came out into some sort of savanna. However before he could take in the view any further, white boots stepped through the gate. Lasers whizzed past his head, causing Naruto to turn and flee. "Okay, shuriken did nothing to these guys. So how about some Kunai?" he thought to himself. Naruto stopped and quickly spun around, pulling a few kunai from his side pouch. "Eat this!" he shouted at his pursuers before throwing the sharpened knives at them.

One kunai managed to hit a trooper in the gap between his shoulder pad and chest plate, piercing the man's shoulder joint. His arm fell limp, causing his aim to veer dangerously off course and hit a fellow trooper point blank with a stun round. The stunned trooper fell the ground hard, tripping a trooper behind him in the process. The remaining kunai embedded themselves into the armor of the other troopers, but seemed to do them no harm. Two troopers stayed behind to help the one who had fallen while the final three maintained chase.

"Ha ha! Gotcha!" He shouted. Naruto couldn't help but smile at the chaos he caused, in one foul swoop he had managed to reduce the number of his pursuers to three. Plus now that there was fewer of them, he would have a much easier time giving them the slip. But where would he escape to? There didn't seem to be any good places to lose them in this savanna, nor any place to hide. Looking around, he finally spotted something in the distance. Lights! That could only mean a town or city was in that direction! Naruto turned and sprinted as hard as he could towards them. There was still the problem of the guys in white shooting at him, but at least now he had a clear destination in this strange new world.

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The guy has gotten buff as hell.