The steam engine of the bike hissed as the vehicle sped across the Nexus towards the Ashen. IRIS rested idle, its blue eye staring unfocused towards the barren white landscape. Demetri's thoughts wandered as his eyes stayed transfixed on the Ashen gate on the horizon. Would these new primes accept him as an ally? Or would they not trust him and turn on him. He considered Nealaphh an ally, but couln't be sure of Connor or Cat. Too much was completely unknown about her, besides what he could pick up from his senses. Plus, she didn't speak much to him, but she did seem to connect with Nealaphh, so that was enough for her to be considered friendly. Connor seemed suspicious of them, most likely due to him having a general dislike to machines.

In addition, Demetri had to admit that his personality and attire didn't mark him as the most ...friendliest or trustworthy of types. His tendency to reveal little about himself, yet pry upon the information of others. His cloaked garments and blending presence. In most cases, they would be right to suspect him, and he would not care. However, at this time, in this new world, the Omniverse, he needed to play by the rules, and try to get a solid base for contacts and possible allies. He knew almost nothing of this place, besides what IRIS and Nealaphh revealed to him. IRIS had explained much of the basics about the omniverse to him during the ride to the fountain and a bit more shortly after they left Connor, as well as helping him contact Nealaphh to join his faction.

Demetri had taken quite a liking to the bot, not just because he was the one that summoned it but because it has been extremely helpful to him, although its personality was confusing for him. At first he thought the machine might have been good-minded, most likely to refuse any questionable requests, but it seemed that it was just how it was. Perhaps that would come useful in the case that he came across someone whose values he... contradicted. In all cases, he was glad to have the machine by his side.

As for his goals, Demetri wanted to have a position in this world like he had before, an unmatched informant with the cunning and skills to be able to find anything about anyone, for a price. Although he never did dwell too much into the business of assassinations, he could very well see himself being able to accomplish such tasks with ease, given his new abilities. As Demetri reflected, remembering his home world, he realized he didn't wish too go back. There was far too much potential and new technology in his grasp now, to go back would be a hinderance, a curse. He needed to now establish himself in this world now, and make a name for himself, but only to the people who matter. If he became the wrong kind of infamous, then he would not have his peace and silence. But all in good time, he needed to focus on the present.

Before IRIS had entered its trance like state, it told Demetri that is was going to search the dataverse in depth, which would require its full attention. Demetri glanced at the machine, wondering when it would find something of interest.
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Once I told creator that I was going to be inactive, I set my systems to 'rest' mode and focused on finding a decent quest for him. It was fun doing that last run in the empire base, and I kept that stormtrooper helmet as a souvenir. I had to sneak it into the trunk of Creator's bike before we left the Deep. As for finding a quest, I began searching through the message boards, omitting this, filtering that. It was quite time consuming, and I was starting to wonder if Creator might be worried. I wished creator was able to embark on a void quest, but he he didn't have enough power to take such a journey. There are many questions that can only be answered by Omni, or as Creator's ally calls him "The Smiling One". If it was me, I could easily do it with my expertise and skills. It too bad that... wait, there's plans for a secondary void quest. I needed to get more information. It seemed like there were a few large groups going, but it would still be dangerous. Well, for them, not for me. I could do it myself if I had to. Lucky for them we need to combine our power for it. I just need to sign electronically, download the quest info and contacts, aaaaaand done! Now to get back to Creator. Rebooting systems from rest mode...
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IRIS blue eye darted around before focusing again on its surroundings. "That was a nice nap. Very refreshing."

"Nap? I thought you were searching for more quests that we may pursue?"

"Don't worry. I was just kidding. So, creator, what would you say if i said that it was a strong possibility that I had the ability to possibly embark on a possibly dangerous for others but not for me void quest?" IRIS squealed a bit while it spoke.

"I would say that you haven't sufficiently explained enough for me to understand what you are babbling about." Demetri spoke indifferently, hiding his amusement as the bot seemed to become disappointed.

"What are you talking about? I told you all about void quests! With the danger, the power, the uncertainty and the Omni, and the questions that only he can fulfill!" The bot frantically tried explaining the situation.

Demetri's smirk was hidden by his facecloth. "I hide the truth, IRIS. Of course I remember the void quests. However, are you ready for such a task? From what you told me, it is very dangerous, although rewarding."

"Psh... I can handle it. There's at least a 70% chance that I'll survive. And the only reason why it's not 100% is because I'l probably be carrying the team and taking all the hits."

"Of course you will be." Demetri shook his head slightly at the robots humor. They were nearing the Ashen. "Will you be departing as of now?"

"Yeah, I'll want to get a head start, they don't have an exact place to meet yet.." As they neared the gate, Demetri slowed down before coming to a complete stop in front of it, the wheels squealing as they screeched to a stop.

"Then I believe this is where we depart then. However, I still need to be able to contact you." Demetri began to focus his energy again as IRIS disengaged from its compartment. A small device formed on Demetri's forearm. "This device will allow me to speak to you directly, and vice versa.. Keep in contact with me during your mission. Inform Nealaphh of what you are doing."

"Yeah, Creator, and I'll keep in contact. Farewell." The bot's arms extended as it waved to Demetri.

"Farewell, IRIS." Demetri then hit the gas again before giving IRIS a short wave, then disappearing into the Ashen gate.

Now that I'm involved in these series of tubes, I thought I'd make my presence known out there in the Dataverse. So, ask me anything!

"Hnnnng..."
Damn. Damn. Everything hurts like a motherfucker. Last thing I remember is taking a nap on my glorious, comfy, pile of horns. Bicycle horns to be in fact. Honestly man, you ever slept on a pile of bicycle horns? The good rubber ones? Damn. S'like sleeping on a cloud of pure mirth. Yeah this one time, I wa-

OW.

Ow. Okay. Ow. I don't even know who I'm talking to at this point. I can't think straight... That cue ball looking boss man ain't here anymore. At least, I don't THINK he is. Man all I can see is black black black. A lot of that gloom and doom yeah? Am... Am I dead? Like, bit the big pie? Drank my last wicked elixir? Aw, Shit man. I really hope I ain't dead. Me and my motherfucking best friend, K-...

What was his name? I can't... We were supposed to go chill on the rooftop and junk, kick back some Faygo. Watch the Miracles in the sky paint their stories or something. Why can't I remember? Damn dude I'm dead ain't I?! Motherfu-

Oh. Heh...Heh Heh. My uh. My eyes were all up and closed and stuff. Lemme just open them big purple beauties up and Gah it's motherfucking bright out here! Man dude I can't even all up and gather the words in my head. It's all so...White! And then there's this giant ass Rock behind me. Like literally, a motherfucking giant ROCK. Man dude, what's it doing out here? It's just here! Man. Miracles, everywhere you look. Well, not everywhere, I guess. That Rock is about all there is to see out here. Or well, maybe not. I think I see some more rocks out that general di-rection.

I shake them nasty cobwebs outta my head, and then sit down cross legged, facing away from the miracle Rock. Gotta get my head on straight like. So, that cue ball brother is in charge. He didn't look like no Mirthful Messiah to me.

"Mmm. This ain't heaven. I gotta do something. I gotta get back. Back to...Wherever I was holed up at. That cue-ball looking guy is all up and giving me some nasty vibes. Or I dunno. He seemed chillaxeded up."

I probably shouldn't sit here and argue with myself. That bro, that boss man. He was talking about the miracles inside me and how they just all up and materialize. Anything I desire? I giggle a little bit at that. Honestly all I'm desiring right now is to go back to my bros. Mmm. All this thinking is gluing my thoughts back to my think pan. That's a lot of thinking. Awright well. I'm certainly feeling a little different. That nasty, dastardly hole in my stomach is gone. That hole. The one that I save for the Slime. It's just GONE. I don't feel the ache to be slurping that slop down anymore. Hm. Weirdoish. Maybe it's been filled up with them Miracles that Cue-Ball dude was talking about. Yeah. Yeah that's gotta be it.

Maaaaaan. I'm just realizing how thirsty I am. I would KILL for a friggen Faygo man. Redpop, Blueberry, Rock n' Rye... All that fruity wicked goodness...Mmm. I sit here for a little over a few minutes, just fantasizing about having me some wicked elixir. And then: poof! I see the Miraculous Rainbows and a motherfucking bottle of Redpop Faygo just pops into existence! Bless the Miracles man! I crack that baby open and hear that glorious, wonderful hissing sound it makes and get to chugging. Man, I drain half that bottle in less than 10 seconds. Then, I gotta stop myself. Gotta ration this wicked elixir sent by the Gods of Mirth. I mean yeah, I can just miraclize up some more, but damn. This is the first one! Ever! In this entire Universe! Gotta give mad respect for that. I raise my wicked elixir to the sky, and lean back and-

The rock ain't there. Gone. Disappeared. That giant, Miraculous Rock. I stand up and turn around, clutching my drink to my chest. I walk towards where the rock used to be, and see just a nondescript black and gray tower of stone, with rings circumventing it at regular intervals. It goes up, and up, and up until I get tired of looking up. Damn. More Miracles. I groan. Well now I'm friggin lost. Just that entire change just wow. Flipped me three ways from upside and down. I look around, notice something I didn't notice before.

People. There's bros and sisters and everything in between. Man. Maybe while I'm here I can make some buddies and best friends. Ain't nothing wrong with that! With another determined swig of my miracle elixir, one thought flashes through my now clear mind. All who wander, ain't motherfucking lost.

My question is simply put

What is better? Nikon or Canon? And what Camera would be good for a beginer?

The reason why is im taking a photography class next year and I REALLY want to get a jumpstart on this.
So if you know ANYTHING about camera quality, I would greatly appreciate the help. Thanks

(was going to be put in the help desk but I had a change of heart)

Name: Gamzee Makara
Spent OM: 25,600 OM
Proficiencies (3600): Physical Strength (1000) Ranged Proficiency (1000) Area Attack (600) Debuff (1000)
Powers (7000): Survival (2000), Burst Movement (800), Master Acrobat (400) Mimic (2800) Suppression (1000)
Moves (1500): Deuce Clubs (300) Lightning Aura//Spears//Clubs//Discharge (900) Flower Bomb (300)
Super Moves (2000): Tier 1 Super Defense Move: Acrobatic Motherf***ing Pirouette (600) Tier 1 Super Move: Super Atomic Double Juggalo Back Breaker (600) Tier 2 Super Move: The End Days (800)
Transformations (2500): Tier 1 Power Up - Sobriety (1000) Tier 2 Power Up - ???? (1500)
Assists:
Items (1700): Medal! (1), Huskphone (MDD and Communicator) (300), 4 Elixir (400) SEEENNNZU BEAN (1000)
Artefacts:
Consumed OM (1400): Tier 1 Super Defense Move: Acrobatic Motherf***ing Pirouette (300), Starman (500), x2 Medigel (100) x2 Elixir (200) x2 Flashbangs (400)
Bases:
Unlocks (7000): Stat Increase I - TEC (1000) Stat Increase II - SPD (2000) Stat Increase III - TEC (4000)
Base stats (T1) [T2]:
ATK: 4 (6) [8]
DEF: 3 (3) [4]
SPD: 3 (4) [4]
TEC: 3 (5) [7]

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I hate Ganondorf. He has bad taste in women and doesn't share.

I hate Thaal Sinestro. He has bad taste in pubs and his laugh sounds like a kiddie fiddler getting what he wants.

I hate Strazio. I don't even know who you are. Fuck you, Strazio.

I hate Eighteen. She sleeps with Ganondorf but not me? Fuck you, Eighteen. You don't even look Eighteen.

I hate Ronald Deschain. Who the fuck is this guy? Row your fucking boat somewhere else. Pay your respects.

Suddenly, the white void pulled away like a large curtain on the world. The sunlight blinded the two for a brief moment, but as their vision cleared, they saw long rolling plains, ancient forest, and roads that lead every which direction. A knight in a full suit of armor clops by on his fully decorated steed as he rides down the road labeled “The Colosseum.”

“Welcome to Camelot!” Yelled out Tia, shaking Makoto from his awestruck expression. “This verse is a collection of small cities. Very simple folk, technologically impaired compared to yourself. Although, if you want to go into one of the smaller ones I probably should hang out on the edge of town. Not sure how a 3-foot-rabbit walking around would blow over.”

“Well, what big cities are there?” Yuki asked. He figured the bigger cities would more likely have people with answers.

“There’s Minas Tirith, that’s the capital, it’s kind like knights and kings and stuff. And then there’s Dalaran, which is full of wizards.”

Character name: Gamzee Makara

Character source: Homestuck (Webcomic)

Character history: When he was pulled into the omniverse, Gamzee was on the meteor with Dave, Rose, and the other surviving trolls. He has yet to go "sober", but is no slob in combat. The only way in which I am altering the canon is that Gamzee can control his sobriety via transformations.

Physical Description: (originals only)

Stats:
ATK: 4
DEF: 3
SPD: 2
TEC: 1

Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength (1000)

Starting Powers: Survival (2000), Burst Movement (800), Master Acrobat (400)

Starting Moves: Dual Juggling Pins (300): They are remarkably similar to any pair of juggling pins that one would see clowns carrying at the circus; White in color, a thin neck or handle, a wide base to build momentum during the swing, and colorful stripes circling the base to catch the eye. Gamzee's however, tend to sport blood stains at times. He uses them as bludgeoning clubs. They are composed of a thick, durable metal. The range is slightly limited, as they are only about the length of one's elbow to one's finger tips. Gamzee would need to close in on his opponent to make any real use of them. They strike hard and fast, but if he layers on too many blows at once, he will exhaust himself quickly. He typically uses them for general melee combat.
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(I believe that leaves me with 500 OM if I did my math right. If something needs to be changed just notify me and I'll edit it~ )