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Hmm... Would you have any trouble using a reserve character? I would just like someone to give it a shot, really. Here are the characters I have programmed into the Campaign so far:

Navis:

Rockman.Exe (Includes ForteCross, BluesSoul, Roll Soul, and all Style Changes.)
Forte.Exe
Blues.Exe
Roll.Exe
Rhythm (My Custom Character)

Enemies:

Metool
CannonDumb
Boomer
Shrimpy
Spikey

I've got a little over 50 BattleChips; a functional Battle Routine using the D20 system, and a streamlined stat system with a few innovations to keep it fun and interesting for leveling, which even explains how one can recieve styles and souls/crosses.

I'm developing an online RM.Exe D20 System Campaign utilizing RPtools software, specifically using MapTools and CharTools, in the likeness of this forum, just for some variety in my Internet lifestyle, I guess. ^.^'

I'm looking for guinea pigs interested in trying out the program and the campaign itself: I'll need one of your custom characters, a sprite/mugshot for creating an in-game token, and a custom-made battlechip mugshot, to implement for character use.

The kinks are being worked out as we speak, but I will have a working, moddable Campaign by the end of the week. Anyone interested in playing?

"Oh, great, they're back for more!" Evan yammered.

"Hold that thought." Rhythm guestured to Firewolf; the conversation would have to wait. His visor blipped and fizzed, while his eyes glared a bright gleam of blue. "Two mobile Mets, and a bunch of immobile turrets... "

Evan remarked. "Let Firewolf take care of the small fries, and we'll use that lack of mobility on the CannonDumbs to our advantage."

"Roger." Ceasing conversation, Rhythm's vocal receptors blasted another song from his external playlist: -- Captain Thrill - Kenii Yamamoto. --

Rhythm bolted directly for the rightward Cannons, hastening his rearward pace to prevent the Dumb turret from targeting an accurate strike.

"Shotgun! Slot-IN!"

Rhythm fired, hoping his tactical assertion bled the shot to not one, but two targets: the shrapnel smearing from the blast blurred his visuals of any tangible graft of the shot hitting, but nonetheless, assuming the cannons would have the same ordeal of perception, he used the shotgun's blast to his benefit and sprinted around the targets, his position now lying behind the CannonDumbs. He pooled the electrical energy of his body, attempting to graft a magnetic field about his lucky candidates, and before long, dashed behind the two leftward targets and released his ample palm to the ground. His electric eyes amplified by his cry overlaying the music: "MAGNETIC ULTIMATUM!"

The panels seemed to glow. Random particles, charged of dauntless positives and negatives, mingled violently across the terrain. Now, the Cannons were truly grounded. "Hopefully, this will keep 'em stalled, as they already can't move."

For good measure, Rhythm couldn't leave anything to chance. Evan slotted in a Cannon chip. If only to shake things up, Rhythm shot the leftward CannonDumb point blank, flanking the virus with its own weapon.

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SUMMARY

1) Shotgun @ CannonDumbC (Spread at CannonDumbD?)
DMG: 50 (Shot) + Spread1.

2) Signature Attack: Magnetic Ultimatum @ Panels of CannonDumb A and CannonDumb B.
Small-Area Terrain Effect (Alters 1-2 Panels to Magnetic; Possible Loss of Mobility or Stalling, Ceases one Action of Non-Elec.) 1 TCD.

3) Cannon @ CannonDumb B
DMG: 40 (Shot).

Update!

Listening to song: Android Warehouse by Steely Dan. (Written some time in the mid 70's.)

Why - This song was unlreleased; no official SD album has this particular piece, along with a slew of bootleg songs written by the Duo that were never released, only dispersed or recycled into later additions to their true repetoire. This song, however, a gem in it's own regard, should have been tacked on one of the earlier Dan records, like Countdown To Ecstasy or Katy Lied. The lyrics have such a dystopian feel to it, and when the track starts, you have this feeling of wonder, as if stepping into a world you've never peered at before. The narrative is top-notch lyric, and I can't help but picture something out of the Rockman X series, honestly.

Lyrics:

Daytime you're to proud to brag
About the badge you wore
Nighttime you're to tired to drive
Your chains across the floor
All your guns are gone I'm told
Or in the Aerodrome
Did you die the day they sold
The ones you left at home?

[Chorus]
Hold my hand in the Android Warehouse
Who's to know if you take a dive?
Ain't life grand in the Android Warehouse?
What a burner when you take off your goggles and find...
That you're alive!
That you're alive!

Did you really gobble up
The things they claimed you ate?
Were you fit to swallow it
Or scared to clean your plate?
Have you tried to calculate
The hours they'd applaud?
I would guess it's somewhat less
For just another fraud.

[Chorus]

Been listening to the same song, and the same record, non-stop today:

Aoi Hana - Color Bottle; Otherwise known as the Opening Theme for Casshern SINS.

Why - This song is absolutely beautiful. The lyrics are sentimental, thought-provoking, and the melody is one of those you can't quite dismiss from your brain no matter how hard you try. Casshern = Best Reboot of a franchise yet. Hell, Battlestar Galactica can't hold a candle to this. :lol: I might try singing japanese if this continues...

The album 'Aja', recorded in 1977 by Steely Dan.

Why - This, is my favorite record. EVAR. Donald Fagen and Walter Becker are the gods of cool, and this record has the Dan Duo at their prime. Aja has the best bridge ever created; Deacon Blues is the Faded Hipster's theme song; Black Cow was so awesome that rappers Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz chose to butcher it by sampling it in one of their hit tracks... The list goes on! Find this record! You'll betray your ears if you don't!

Evan responded, "It's tempting, but we have problems of our own."

ENEMY DELETED. Rhythm's targeting HUD on his visor glared a bright green; affirming through a final sweep of the sensor protocols that the targets were destroyed. There was no way that these Metools could conceal their coordinates, so, breathing a sigh of relief, he turned away from the Netpolice duo, relinquished his combat stance and digitized his equipped RageClaw into his generic right arm.

"What do you know," Evan scoffed, "You've still got it, old friend."

"Yeah..." Rhythm huffed, "... It felt good to cut loose."

"Keep in mind, this is child's play compared to the objective-,"

"Don't! ... Don't remind me."

"Rhythm..."

"... Evan, you know-,"

"Yes, I do. Stanza was as close to you as Linda was to me."

"Then why do we have to do this?!" Rhythm's distress was cumbersome. "This isn't some kind of game, some sparring match, and you know it! We've nothing to prove! I know Stanza, she'd never do it! It's a trick! Linda's trying to haze you into doing this! I won't hurt her, I won't-"

"Rhythm, this is beyond Stanza now! Don't you remember what happened a year ago?"

"..."
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It was hazy, but the notions were far from forgotten. It was a simpler time; Rhythm was in his prime, and Evan didn't have that awful blemish of a scar on head. Evan was a popular artist at Dentech back then, gaining a following for his Jazz Mantras and Fusion roots. The songs were certainly easier to layer, though -- that's for sure. It was just one year ago, Evan and Rhythm had gotten what they had both wanted for so long: A muse -- that special someone. For Evan, all that it took to make his writing hand itch with the sensation of a masterpiece would be the smile of one girl: Her name was Linda. She had quite the stout attrition, being only about 4'11'', but was very athletic, and well-developed. Rhythm scoffed: Well endowed might had been the better assertion. Her long brown hair, lingering down to her legs, kept straight, lacking any loose ends, but her bangs, to Evan's dismay, were often so long that they would cover her piercing blue eyes, which would glow the brightest Cyan shade, even in the blackest of night. She wasn't as complex then: Her pleasures were few: long walks and 45's seemed to be her pastimes, but she wasn't prone to sit out of a chance to NetBattle, as being competitive as she was, she would do so often with her Navi. Then the image receded: Rhythm couldn't shake it, all he could think about was Stanza. She was the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes on. Her eyes as bright and striking as her operating counterpart, could be seen in clear view, as her angelic white hair were of a want of bangs. Her jumpsuit, as pallid as her hair, stood out only by the black streaks that would encompass her limbs and torso: fabric lines that would compress along her chest into a G-Clef symbol, idling across her curvaceous figure. Even though she was quite the sparring partner, back then she would never really hurt a fly. She was a pacifist by nature, but still she remained disciplined, following her operator's every request. Their relationship spanned what seemed like eons; the spark between them was electryfying. They went everywhere together, sightseeing, conversing, laughing... He chuckled as his senses struggled from the gripping hold of reminiscence; his half-circled blue eyes faded to black, and he bowed his head. What could he do? Stanza was the first girl that Rhythm ever opened his auditory guard to.

One day, something went horribly wrong. Linda stopped calling as often; Evan couldn't discern why they stopeed seing each other as much. She was distant; something didn't add up. Rhythm went looking for Stanza one day, looking for an answer; he hadn't heard from her either. Surreptitious to the scene, he found them, to his surprise, attacking a squad of stock navis in Internet City. Linda confronted Evan after her notice, scoffing at the last eleven months like they had never happened. She mocked him repeatedly, stating that all this time had been no more than a lie: She was simply using him, hoping his spanning career as a musician would graft enough zenny for her to snatch for herself, being no more than a crook: A lackey for the CSS -- Chip-Stealers-Syndicate, and at that, a wanted woman. To her dismay, he wasn't worth her time. Demanding Stanza to destroy Rhythm, Evan started the battle routine. Both combatants were reluctant to strike, until sirens ensued: The NetPolice were coming.

"I'm so sorry, Rhythm..." Stanza shed a tear, as she fired the M-Cannon data recieved from her operator, as she jacked out. They were never heard from again.

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"For Linda to contact us... Something just doesn't seem right."

Rhythm tried to snap himself back to reality. He noticed Firewolf, anxious for the duo to join their escapade. "What are we going to do about these cops?"

"Nothing, I suppose."

"Are you sure? I say we explain our situation."

"We don't need help, Rhythm. This bout is between me and Linda."

"No! It's between me and Stanza! I won't have her hurt!"

"You'd rather have her captured?"

"Get your head out of your *ss Evan, she'll have chips you and I have never laid eyes on! I'll be done for!"

Evan contemplated the decision... His visual monitor turned back to Matt and Firewolf.

"Wait! ... I have something more exciting than a patrol that you may be interested in hearing about."

With that, Evan explained the predicament before him.

"Check your Police records: This woman has comitted offenses throughout Internet City, Dentech, Electown... You name it, I know she's done it. I only want her and her navi detained. We make quite the team, I think it'd be child's play for a team like us. You interested?"

Update time!

Current Albums are 'Yu Gi Oh Duel Monsters: Kettou I, Sound Duel, and Sound Duel 2' By Shinkichi Mitsumune.

Why: Jesus-tit-sucking christ, why not? I don't care what anyone says, these tunes either know how to pump your adrenaline or tug at your heart strings. An absolutely stellar score more than 90% of the time; these soundtracks are the best of the series.

((SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME BUMP!!!))

I had no idea as to whether or not there may have been a prior thread like this, but noticing its absence, I felt obligated to post one.

Here, the rules are simple: Tell us the song(s) or album(s) you are currently listening to, and why you're listening to such, or even indulge us as to why you enjoy the artist or song. Please, no ridiculously long lists or current playlists; simplicity is sound: The less you list, the more you can post.

Like so:

I'm listening to this Song: This House Is Empty Now - Elvis Costello & Burt Bacharach, Arranged by Bill Frisell; from the album 'The Sweetest Punch: The Songs of Costello and Bacharach'.

Why: Elvis Costello is one of the most versatile composers I've ever come across. From Jazz (Painted From Memory, North) to Fusion (Monofuku) to Rock (This Year's Model, Oliver's Army), from Country (Almost Blue) to a cumbersome list of Classical Endeavors, this guy has done almost everything. His collaboration with Burt Bacharach, creating the album 'Painted From Memory', is one of his most celebrated, and, to my regard, one of the greatest albums I've ever heard. About a year after it's '99 release, fellow musician Bill Frisell put out an album, arranging all of Elvis and Burt's tracks entirely, creating a more acoustic vibe of every jaw-dropping tune. 'This House Is Empty Now' is one of my favorite arrangements on the album; though it's not as good as the original version, it still is quite the tear-jerker. Right now, it's a good outlet to console the bad omens I've encountered lately.

Rhythm scoffed: his visor, black as smoke, bore a navy streak as his optics shone through.

"Looks easier than I expected." Rhythm boasted.

"Think you can take them?"

Rhythm broke his idle stance and charged agressively. "With an arm tied behind my back."

"I'm afraid you'll need both of 'em for the recoil. I'm sending chip data now."

"Show time."

Rhythm ceased his vocal receptors, blasting the first song on his external audio playlist in place of his own voice. -- Battle 1 Theme: The Biggest Fight - Hironobu Kageyama -- It seemed fitting.

Rhythm lessened his pace; "Moderato," he thought. "Let them underestimate you." He could feel the data transfer nearing its completion; his hand was no longer tangible, numb to the itch for combat.

Evan clamored as Rhythm's right arm digitized into an unfamiliar arm cannon. "SHOTGUN!"

"It's ready." Rhythm stopped no more than three feet away from his initial target, sliding into an offensive stance, left arm bracing the right cannon. Noticing that the blast could bleed through the adjacent Metool near his target, Rhythm took aim and fired, the blast bleeding from a large bolt into a horizontal spread. Rhythm broke no seam of concentration, and without looking twice for effectiveness, dashed about four feet behind his second objective, the adjacent Metool target.

"I'm severing our audio connection! Breach sattelite!" Evan commanded.

The arm cannon altered again; this time with a saucer appearance, with a receptor antenna in the center of the cannon. The auditory frequencies began to fluxtuate, its climax to severity. With a steady aim, and without hesitation, Rhythm fired:

"MODAL BUSTER!"

A visible electromagnetic ripple seethed out of the blast, but not before the deafening frequency would pierce his opponent. Firing this would require a recharge before a second blast, but Rhythm did not heed any concern for long.

Rhythm ziplined past the competition. One Metool was left to cause havok to. He could feel it: Evan had already transferred the data. Rhythm's breach sattelite had formed into a RageClaw melee variant. The target seemed dormant enough, so with a backward swipe, Rhythm struck, hoping for a worthy outcome.

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SUMMARY

1) Shotgun @ MetoolA (Spread at MetoolB?)
DMG: 50 (Shot) + Spread1.

2) Signature Attack: Modal Buster @ MetoolB
DMG: 10 (Shot) + Stun. 1 TCD.

3) Rageclaw @ MetoolC
DMG: 40 (Melee) + Slashing.

((ULTRA COMBO BUMP!!!))

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To P.A. Master: And now you tell me that this site has had more than one version. C'mon, guys, keep it legit! My roleplaying is certainly not extravagant; I'm one for fast-paced, edge-of-your seat, busters-flying, questions-asked-later roleplay, so don't expect any melodramatic masterpieces... At least not until another Star Wars reference gets uttered...

Not more than one version. A few things happened and we had to make a new board. It's been pretty much the same save for tweaking the systems to improve them.

EDIT: Here you go. Relevant details:

http://z10.invisionfree.com/RockmanChaosNe...?showtopic=1540

Thanks for the information; t'was quite the history lesson.

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"Love is when Daddy gives Mommy the best piece of cock."

Fixed.

I got to admit, that was pretty inventive. Kudos.

Don't encourage him.

Agreed.

Last time I try to be friendly...

... Oh, c'mon, folks, where's the love?

In my pants.

... Okay; I get the point. No encouraging.

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Nice, I am also a theater guy and I should post some of my preformance shots too.  It has been to long since I have acutally been on stage though I need to do that again when I get the time.

I'd upload some more photos of my shows, but I'm afraid I'd develop a couple of pages on this topic; I've done so many now I've almost lost track. All of the professional shows I've done since about '04 have been Musicals, ironically, so as much as I'm a Theatre buff, I can't really technically cite that, as all my generic dramatic arts performances delve out from high school.

But, I digress. One of these days I may very well post some kind of bio/discography, just to let you folks see how much work one can do in a decade.

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"Love is when Daddy gives Mommy the best piece of cock."

Fixed.

I got to admit, that was pretty inventive. Kudos.

Don't encourage him.

Agreed.

Last time I try to be friendly...

... Oh, c'mon, folks, where's the love?

To darkstar1006: Well recieved, you say? We shall see... *Cackles Maniacally*

To P.A. Master: And now you tell me that this site has had more than one version. C'mon, guys, keep it legit! My roleplaying is certainly not extravagant; I'm one for fast-paced, edge-of-your seat, busters-flying, questions-asked-later roleplay, so don't expect any melodramatic masterpieces... At least not until another Star Wars reference gets uttered...

"The circle is now complete..."

Ah, shaddup!

To HeatSonata: Pleasure to meet you, Heat. I scoured the link, and noticed Magic Workstation; that was all that really peaked my interest. In all honesty, for what it's worth; I'll stick to MTGO III; even if it does suck, it's a lot more challenging.

... And, why is there no MTG Thread on this board?

The Annoying Reaper: Your name enough affirmed the use of a red deck, my friend. Pleasure to make your aquaintance. Jeez, now that Magic 2010 is out, you red players get all the fun. What cruel practical joke has Wizards R&D played on us, now that Lightning Bolt's back, and as a common, no less. That means my creatures now technically "Dies To Everything" in the Type-2 Metagame! Grr!

Rhythm glanced rearward, his visor depicting a shady anthromorphic canine. The prior warning was futile, the shrouded characters would not comply. Ironically, intimidation flushed at this new bystander, but the Net Police insignia adjacent to the Net Navi cemented any given fears.

"I don't know about you, sir, but I got a pretty good idea why they're not going to respond."

Evan jerked to face the other operator view screen, noticing the cap-garbed young man. Indentifying the insignia, he acknowledges them, chuckling at the prior regard.

"And you're a cop? I hope your idea of protecting the innocent isn't letting these things pass." Idling back at Rhythm, Evan inquires: "Ready, partner?"

"Well, promoting anarchy ain't my thing, but, sure." He glances at the wolf. "I don't mind doing your job for ya. Unless, of course, you're here to assist."

That would have to be affirmed quickly, as the shaded figures began to advance.

((OOC: BUMP!!))

... And boom goes the dynamite.

... I've never had a cookie summon the urge within me to breakdance sporadically on my air mattress, but I digress.

But, yeah, to those people who stereotype the folks from my homeland, saying 'eh' every second sentence, and all those 'aboots' and maple syrup jokes... It gets old pretty quickly. Folks, I don't even like Hockey!

"Get outta here, you goofy Canadian bastard, eh?!" - Robin Williams.

In essence, English is no more than a watered-down meld of every language ever concieved; it's no doubt that exceptions to any grammatical function can be found, the language is ever-changing. Honestly, English is moreover just reinforced slang at this point, thanks to the very contraption I'm typing on. Kids and their broadband connections...