....Goodbye.

That's all I'd like to say, but I don't think it's enough. There's a few things I need to get off my chest. There might be a bit of vulgarity.

Yes, first off, this is me leaving. I might check this topic out for your farewells, however bad they may be. I've already tried to ruin the board, I've broken so many rules I'm suprised I'm still here. I have to thank the mods and admins, not just for not banning me, but for helping me learn something. I used to think this site was just an internet forum. A place where people with a similar interest came together to chat. But it's more. It's like family. You all stick up for and look after this board. I learned that lesson.

As well, I need to apologize. I've been an ass, I tried to ruin the board, I tried to lie NUMEROUS times, and I realize how stupid that was. I've realized that whenever I told myself "Fuck it, it's a bunch of people I'll never meet." But that's not it. Anyway, I don't want to make this more dramatic than I already have. I'm probably overdoing it already, but that's just how I feel. I think this is the end of the line for me. I've had some fun and some bad and good times here. I hope you all have fun here without me.

You can find me on steam under the name [LotF] Kujajin. You're welcome to play a game of TF2 with me. Leave some comments here. Whatever you please. I'd enjoy it.

tl;dr: Internet is srs biznz. Bye.

-Skyman, ArchonSoul, and Kujajin. The never Redeemed.

Quote (SpaceMonkeySteve)

One more thing, and I'm gonna post it here since we're on the topic. I know that in spite of this he'll try to get back. He may even succeed. Shit, he may have already slipped back in. Good for him, that's great, he's avoided detection. But the second that I find out about it, I don't care if it's a day, month, or year after the fact, I will ban him yet again. He will not pass go, he will not collect 200 dollars. He will be BANNED, right then and there. That goes for anyone that tries to sneak back in, honestly.

He could be you! He could be me! He could even be-*BLAM*

..just trying to lighten the mood.

((Yes. Sorry, someone on the chat already pointed this out and I couldn't finish editing it. All edited now.))

"Ah. Maybe.... a bit more... of a challenge?" Necropolis was still in a calm state, but Chuck himself knew that soon he would return to his madness and give in to the crazy voices in his head. Or... something along those lines. Necropolis began to walk slowly towards the Bunnies, being prepared for any oncoming attacks. Chuck thought quickly, and put in a Shotgun chip for Necropolis to do what he pleased with. His right, decayed arm began to dissapear behind a small, compact Shotgun. Necropolis raised it so it was pointed at his attackers. The weapon is gonna spark his frenzy. I just know it. Chuck said to himself in the confines of his mind. And that it did. That it did.

Necropolis instantly ripped through the air, and emitted a shivering scream. Chuck could tell Necropolis was enjoying this way too much. The Shotgun roared as it launched a small projectile directly at one of the Bunnies. He neared his foes, and Chuck thought fast, slotting in a Rageclaw, which replaced the now depleted Shotgun. Necropolis took a double-take at his new arm attachment, hopped in the air and attempted to land the massive claw on a new Bunny target,trying to crush it under massive force, and landed.

The cloaked navi began to run back from the Bunnies, incase they may throw a retaliation attack back at him. He quickly thought for a second, and said "Chuck... please slot in our... new chip..." Chuck gladly thought this would be a good test for it, and put in the new shiny Gaurd chip that he received from the data found in the previous fight. He made sure to insert it onto Necropolis' offhand, so that he could keep the Rageclaw for the remainder of the battle, which depended only on how long the Bunnies could last against his relentless, mad assaults. Covering his left decayed arm was now a massive yellow shield, with a green cross on the middle. Necropolis grinned at it, and put it infront of him, waiting to block and deflect any oncoming attacks.

Actions:
T1 - Shotgun shoot BunnyA, hit BunnyB - 50dmg to both
T2 - Rageclaw smashes BunnyC - 40dmg
T2 - Gaurd chip, defending self.

Necropolis instantly calmed down after seeing through the destruction of his foes. He instantly cloaked himself to make himself seem ominous, yet inconspicious. "That was awesome! Are you ready for round 2?" Chuck said from the real-world sidelines. Necropolis grinned, though Chuck could not see it. "I suppose so.... will it be as boring as this fight?" he lied.

((Battle 2, please.))

Necropolis had a twisted grin about his face. He was proud of the carnage he had caused. Although, he was a little dissapointed. No retaliation? He'll never get to pull of his "special trick" if they never hit him. But, the fight wasn't over, and he still had a monstrous bear claw. Chuck was getting very excited seeing his navi in action. It wasn't every day that Necropolis gave it his all in battle, though he had been getting better at it each fight. The robed death wasted no time letting the Metools recover their wits.

Instantly, he raised the massive claw, and began to run at his victims. Chuck thought fast, and said in a loud-toned voice "Shoot 'em!" He put a Cannon into the chip slot and it materialized on Necropolis' offhand. Moving quickly, he raised his now armed off-hand and blasted at a still-standing Metool. The motion forced his hood off again, a bad idea incase any nearby navis were to see him and get a little scared. Necropolis didn't mind. Frightening others was something he took large pride in. The cannon shortly after dissapeared from his arm, so that his bare and stiched arm was in view.

He reached the other Metool who was previously unharmed, and when drawing near his tongue began to hang out of his mouth. He was in a bloodraged frenzy, howling and roaring. Necropolis raised his large monstrous claw and made a small hop into the air, smashing down at his target. Landing, he made another attempt to smash the Metool into oblivion. Necropolis then hopped back a few steps, and cackled madly. His claw began to dissapear. It was no matter. These Metools, if not finished and done with, shall be dead very soon. "Pathetic."

Actions:
T1: Shoot MetoolA with a Cannon - 40dmg
T2: Hit MetoolC with Rageclaw - 40dmg
T3: Hit MetoolC again with Rageclaw - 40dmg

((That was the most hilarious thing I've ever seen in a while.))

Necropolis observes the metools. "Heh." He pulls back one of his sleeves, revealing a zombified, stitched up arm, looking like it just came out of the ER. The fist of the arm clenches as though the arm does not react to it at all. Chuck thought fast, and inserted his Rageclaw chip. What was flesh, bone and sinew is now a hairy, massive claw. Necropolis grinned behind his hood, pulling his arm back, and pouncing forward.

His cloak whished and moved as he dashed forward, pulling his hood back and revealing a horrifying zombie-like face. His grin would turn most away at first, throwing up their lunch. His mouth watered as he reached one of his prey, and grabbed at it with the large claw replacing his hand. Making sure that he snatched onto a Metool, he threw what he hoped he had grabbed onto at a nearby Metool. H Necropolis tried to take advantage of the confusion and dash in, clawing at the second Metool with the Rageclaw. The robed zombie smiled and grinned all through the heat of battle.

Thinking that the damage was done, he leapt back away from the Metool force, to try and null any attempts to harm him. He was a killer, but a zombified body can't take too much of a beating. Necropolis then noticed his hood was down. Growling, he quickly shifted it back up with his non-bear-like-claw arm. The Rageclaw still remained in place of his actual arm. "Wow. That was pretty amazing." Chuck rooted him on in mind, as he knew Necropolis didn't like to be disturbed during battle. Chuck knew this, but he would still do it sometimes. He always loved a little fun.

Actions:
T1: Pick up MetoolA, toss it at MetoolB - 20dmg to both
T2: Rageclaw attack MetoolB - 40dmg
T3: Dodge

Four skeletal arms appeared in the fresh, data ground. They ripped through, softening the fall of Necropolis, the City of the Dead. "Time to rip and rend."

((I'm not good on intros. They will get better.
Also, battle 1, please.))

Ahh. It was a lazy day in the AC/DC neighbourhood. Chuck was waltzing along. Minding nothing but his own business. He felt a bit of a rumble from the sound emitting from his PET, and knew just who it was. Chuck reached into his black jeans, and out from it came his PET, which, on it a cloaked figure was displayed. "What.... are you doing?" the cloaked one asked Chuck. Chuck smiled. "Obviously nothing. It's so boring today. The music shop is closed, and theres nothing going on." The cloaked figure hid a smile behind his hood. "We could go.... busting." Chuck's eyes lit up with such mention of an idea. "Great idea. Let's head to an internet cafe." Chuck quickly b-lined it to the nearest net cafe, and sat down, ordering a small cappucino. "Alright, let's jack in!" he said, brushing his hair back and having a sip of his drink.
"....alright."

((My first jack in! YEY!))

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