Alrighted, my lost post was quite downing, so yah, moving on. Hmmm, what's goin on around teh BBS. Well, i became a mod in one of my crewz (one step closer... :P) and well I have been away from most of my pthers so I'lll be returning after Friday when AP Exams are done.

Just got back from New York Grand championships for Speech and Debate. Didn't make top twelve and move on, though ;(/ Getting my results on monday.
Yes, I did have to qualify to get there. 41 competitors in my division.

The scent of War was pungent in the air- the boiling, unkempt rage spilling out like a foaming wave, the bloodlust tangible. This was what I longed for- no, this was what I LIVED for. War was my lineage, war my life. " Men - Spartans - we live for victory. Win. Fight. Kill. This is the montra we live by. This is the montra we die by. We fight for our people. We fight for our state. We fight for Apollo. We. Fight. For. SPARTA!!!!" Ah, the power- it rushes through me like a wave. The bloodlust on my tongue like the sweetest of delicacy, the thought of blood staining my sword tantalizing. He was made for power, for destruction. He was made for CHAOS. "Spartans, ready for battle!"

He saw the Athenians across the plain. He longed for their blood, for their guts. Just the thought of it gave him immense pleasure. A maniacal laugh escaped from his parted lips. He could not wait. "Spartans, CHAAAAARRGGEE!". Hah, the fools didn't even notice the rush of our incoming army. Our arrows lobbed towards them and they didn't even flinch. Wait, what was this?! The ground- she rumbled under us as if Cratos struck his mighty fist into the Earth. By the Gods- he never thought he'd see it with his own eyes. The mighty beast lumbered towards them, club in hand and gray decrepit skin in clear detail. My God, it was hideous. It's one eye rolled around as it surveyed us. Time seemed to stand still for a mere second- then came the destruction.

The Cyclops struck its' club into the heart of my army, killing over a hundred of my men. My God, it was appalling! The power, the lust for blood- all of it left me as soon as I saw what REAL destruction embodied. That was my last feeling before I, too, was struck by the massive beast. Fortune smiled upon me, however- I woke to the site of a lone Spartan crawling for his life next to me. My army, ravaged. The taste of blood was on my tongue- my own blood. The thoughts made me go pale. "Captain!" The Spartan shouted. "Captain, your alive! Bless the Gods, at least one of us may make it. Sir, it- it destroyed us. How- why?!- did the Gods bring this upon us? How could they betray us, bring down the mighty Spartans? How could Apol-"

That was the soldiers' dying breath. He collapsed to this ground, but I shed not a tear. No longer. No, I was driven into an insanity of rage. I too wondered how the almighty Gods could allow this chaos to befell upon us. I would make sure they would pay. The Athenians- Greece- even Mount Olympus. I was prepared to defeat the three Gorgon sisters to have my shot at Olympus. They would pay- it would only be a mere matter of time. I cackled with an insane hint in my voice. I was laughing and scorning at the Gods of Olympus.

He stormed the nearby town, raiding the Church Of Athena. Madness gleamed in his eye. He slaughtered the worshippers like cattle, blood staining the walls like some sort of demonic decoration from the bowels of Tartarus. If nothing else, the Gods were reputed for their egos. They would not permit such a blow to their own forces. No, this was sure to attract them. Then, then it would only be a matter of time. But by daybreak, he still stood there. No deity was present, not even some sort of heavenly sign. What could have gone wrong? Was this not the true Church he seeked?

In the distance, beyond the horizon, a beast man could not fathom charged at breakneck speed. It was a horrible abomination of nature. It's head was that of some kind of bull, dark cruel eyes cold enough to offset the sturdiest of men. It's body was another matter, some twist of man and beast. A tail grew from the end, adorned with spikes and hard as diamond ore. Its feet, cloven and hoofed, strong enough to crack open a skull with one kick. Its arms- four of them - were humanoid, but so burly and muscular it was as if each had the strength of a man. However, this anathema contained one imperfection. Athena carved this beast with haste as to quickly deal with the disruptance. Thus, the lack of time lapsed her judgment and she failed to imbue the beast with intelligence.

He heard it before he saw it; it's thunderous galloping like the din of a thousand harpies. However, he would not budge if Zeus himself stood before him. Nay, he unsheathed his spear and took aim, for his mark must be true. As he threw it, the beast lifted its head in primitive recognition. The spear flittered through the air, speed and power imbued within its' wood. Flesh met metal as the spear ripped through the right eye of the beast, paritally blinding it. It roared in pain and anguish, loud enough to be heard throughout all the peninsula. No longer was this fight a mission- this was animus.

" With such a welcoming party, I can see the Olympians ADORE me!" He cackled with malevolence. However, behind him, the beast lunged. He rolled to the side, but not quick enough, for a horn ripped the flesh of his arm. The gash stung, but was a bitter tap to what could have been. This beast was more resilient than he assumed. All the more fun.

His blade bit into the flesh of the beasts back, causing its' tail to lunge at Khaos. He was swept off his feet in the blink of an eye but flew up in time to meet his attacker. The two raged on, steel and flesh resounding off each other in a gory display of destruction. However, this battle could not rage on forever. The tip of the blade plunged into the belly of the beast, a howling dying breath roaring from it. He had made a kill before, but the power that erupted through him was not matched to this. He felt true power erupting within him. "Ah!" Pain roared through him as spikes broke through his flesh. His arm was adorned with them, as if some token of godly power. This would aid him well within his conquest, and now he could see he finally was gaining the attention of the gods. It would only be a matter of time before they paid pittance to him.

Spikes sinking into the soft peat of earth, I was quickly scaling the enormous Pindus Mountains. The sweat breaking upon my brow only fed my bestial and dark ever-growing side, fueling me with insanity. My next target was not a church. No, I can see that not only the Gods against me, but the peple of Greece cohorted with them. They were all jealous of my Spartans, my unbeatable, unclassable army. They all wanted to emulate me, and if you can't have somethings, you must destroy it. Of course! No longer would they conspire against me! No! Mehahahaha! They would pay with their blood, a sacrifice to my godliness. Greece would become a scorched hell land under my iron fist conquered by my army of demon and men, unstoppable by the most ruthless of forces. They would be mine, no matter the length, no matter the strength, no matter the sacrifice.

It stood before me, gleaming in a white palour of lies. Here stood the body of Greek power, the embodiment of the people's spirit, their "greatest achievement". My dreams were shattered by these despicable and vile men- the Parthenon. Their faces, their robust and overflowing egotistical mentality, their automatic predominance over all in the land drew the deepest of loathe from me. Truly, my vision swam red upon the sight of them. My retribution, my ascension, it could not come if fools like these were allowed power. No, this was the end. Nay, this was the beginning. Their death will bring a new regime.

The lone guard stood in front as they deliberated inside. Fool. He wore the armor of a Greek, but his hollow shell could never fit the armor suited for my fallen companions. Remorselessly, I sunk my blade into his neck, freeing him from the destruction I was about to wreak. I stormed into their main chamber. They sickened me. They could not bother presiding over the ost souls of the Greek people. Rather, they spent their time feasting on the rations meant for the peasants. Months of food, precious meat, valuable assets that could be used to supply my fighting force were being downed by these pigs. I only saw it fit tog ut them like the animals they were. As their blood spilt on my blade, a feeling of retribution and satisfaction washed over me, a dark, malicious, sadistic pleasure in my core.

What was wrong with the public? They abhorred me, treating me as the scum of Tartarus. I freed them from an incompetent, unsatisfying rule- this was how they thanked me?! Riots in the streets? Rebellions underground??!!! I would need my journey to progress farther, greater. It was time to set for Mt. Olympus.

Whew. It just keeps going! It's 3 pages in Word right now, shoukld work out to be about 10 with the epic end battle. It might take awhile, but it will be good!

I tried to prank one of my clubs by leaving, but it didn't exactly go well. Eh, move on and forget. Bleh. I'm tired.

Dis vewy big day fow us. No longer we must steal teh American computers to get ouw access. Me finally able to use PSP! Tis gweat day. All so nice. Even get modship! Me pictuwe is vewy nice. I'm happy to see my bwothews and sistews on this site too. We give many thanks here. We tank you Newgrounds. Goobye

So, we're gonna make a parody on the Trojan War. I have made a script for the beginning scene, two versions. Rate them and coment Please!:
Also, for a parody of the Trojan War, we could have the very brave Promedus, th first to die, stepping of the boat. Tense music is playing, silence so musk it was tangible. Step. Step. He brings his arms up and back, and the sun reflects off of the ground beneath him. The arrow is flying, flying...
And lands right in front of him.
Promedus *with a blank detested look on his face* "You guys fucking suck."
Guitar riff, intro credits, begin movie.
You like? Just remember, the dramatic part has to be REALLY DRAMATIC! Build up the suspense.

V2 (I like the other better imo):
P-something is sitting in the boat, contemplating his decision. All of a sudden a Greek soldier charges on shore. When no one follows him, he turn around and notices P.
" hey, wait I thought you went?!"
"Uhhh... Nope. Not yet."
" Wait, but weren't you our sacrifice?"
" Yup."
" And doesn't the forst one on land die?
" Mmm-hmmm."
" oh."
" OMG WAIT N-"
His voice is cut off by the fated arrow.
Personally I like the other one better, but you decide :).

click this. NSFW but no a shock site.

the NGPD is in the middle of a Giant Flame War and I have no idea where I lie.
: I are scared D: ;(

Alrightm so we're having a wriing contest in the AGMC. This is the mere begginning of my epic for the story. I hope you enjoy! Its' kind of short, but hey, its' an intro.:

The scent of War was pungent in the air- the boiling, unkempt rage spilling out like a foaming wave, the bloodlust tangible. This was what I longed for- no, this was what I LIVED for. War was my lineage, war my life. " Men - Spartans - we live for victory. Win. Fight. Kill. This is the motto we live by. This is the motto we die by. We fight for our people. We fight for our state. We fight for Apollo. We. Fight. For. SPARTA!!!!" Ah, the power- it rushes through me like a wave. The bloodlust on my tongue like the sweetest of delicacy, the thought of blood staining my sword tantalizing. He was made for power, for destruction. He was made for CHAOS. "Spartans, ready for battle!"

He saw the Athenians across the plain. He longed for their blood, for their guts. Just the thought of it gave him immense pleasure. A maniacal laugh escaped from his parted lips. He couldn't wait. "Spartans, CHAAAAARRGGEE!". Haah, the fools didn't even notice the rush of our incoming army. Our arrows lobbed towards them and they didn't even flinch. Wait, what was this?! The ground- she rumbled under us as if Cratos struck his mighty fist into the Earth. Ooooohhhh- he never thought he'd see it with his own eyes. The mighty beast lumbered towards them, club in hand and gray decrepit skin in clear detail. My God, it was hideous. It's one eye rolled around as it surveyed us. Time seemed to stand still for a mere second- then came the destruction.

The Cyclops struck its' club into the heart of my army, killing over a hundred of my men. My God, it was horrible! The power, the lust for blood- all of it left me as soon as I saw what REAL destruction embodied. That was my last feeling before I, too, was struck by the massive club. Fortune smiled upon me, however- I woke to the site of a lone Spartan crawling for his life next to me. My army, ravaged. The taste of blood was on my tongue- my own blood. The thoughts made me go pale. "Captain!" The Spartan shouted. "Captain, your alive! Bless the Gods, at least one of us may make it. Sir, it destroyed us. How- why?!- did the Gods bring this upon us? How could they betray us, bring down the mighty Spartans? How could Apol-"

That was the soldiers' dying breath. He collapsed to this ground, but I did not shed a tear. No longer. No, I was driven into an insanity of rage. I too wondered ow the almighty Gods could allow this chaos to befell upon us. I would make sure they would pay. The Athenians- Greece- even mount Olympus. I was prepared to defeat the three Gorgon sisters to have my shot at Olympus. They would pay- it would only be a mere matter of time. I cackled with an insane hint in my voice. I was laughing and scorning at the Gods of Olympus.

Alright guys, I want to make a flash. Problem is, I don't know what I should do it on. I mean, Ihave a million idea, but they're all way too complicated for my first Flash. Any tips for a story?

Who else likes them? They remind me of trophies and are pretty awesom! maybe they can unlock new secrets, sorta like Gamer Points? Who knows, butI like them, they give incentives to play more NG games. Nice job, Tom and Wade. Oh, and boMToons too.