Xyro

Let's just say, I listen to this song on repeat when I try to write certain character description's http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=te-nq9A8Ops

PS vita = Danganronpa. That's all I have to say

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3yBnAqQuWY One of bunnies *favourite* type of songs ;-)

So, I was walking through the shops the other day, when I herd two guys in game having a go at each other about which one was better out is the PSP or the DS. This has now made me curious as to which device is your favourite and why?

I just got told by a bunch of people that I'm the worst and that I'm never going to be good at anything... Haters going to hate I guess I'm feeling gooooooood at the moment. Just a little annoyed that I have to present in class today.

I practically like everything, but I don't get any time to play anything anymore

One day, I will make my own home theater! one day....maybe....when i'm older. ...Do you think I could borrow your's instead

i use a Kazam ^w^ No idea how to describe it really, but it works, so that's all that matters to me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mkePUgLO5U I remember listening to this in year 9 ^^

I normally use my tablet to watch anything, but I sometimes watch anime on the computers at school (when I'm bord

Which do you prefer and why? I love pc gaming, but I used to be a huge console gamer for ages!

Welcome to the forums ^^ You have a good day too!

I still have my 360 Did you like the songs in zombies mode? if so, what was your favorite one?

I used to love playing Zombies on all the COD's. I have completed all zombie Easter eggs on BO1 and 2 with friends, which we grineded for hours to get them. It was a brilliant time, and I still listen to all the songs that Kevin shearwood releases. They are just amazing

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=id=IfL0JsTbv0M;list=PLpE251q9dquyYPrVa4GRv_-9Dp93QrGF4 Ahh, this is what I love about music :3 Enjoy today's song :-D

I am willing to role play. Just give me a character and I will adorn myself in their name ;-)

I wouldn't mind helping out (Im on all the time anyway ) And besides, my schedule is going to get pretty much blank in the next few months. (p.s: I can help allot with anything to do with the chat. PM me if you have any jobs boss )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nIZUzAkFKi0 (EBOD) have you heard this song? I love it!

Title: Another voyage Theme: Adventure/ sci-fi Entry: As I gazed out from the deck of the bastion, I never in all my years could have imagined how bountiful and spacious the ocean could be. Within the few moments of peering overboard, I franticly became overwhelmed with the vivid colours and hypnotic movements of the waves, slowly lapping against the rotting wooden ply boards of the ship. Since the day was nearly at an end, the seven setting suns left a trail of blaze across the sky, which seemed to shimmer off my diamond cut eyes, and left me awe struck. The ocean itself appeared to absorb the passing inferno, leaving behind a deep amethyst current. To me, this sight appeared to resemble a long sheet of velvet silk, swaying in the warm winds of the planet’s surface. With this sight came the astonishing yet allusive sound of a silver eagle, screeching as it flew overhead. Due to this random surprise, it appeared as if all my other senses came back to me in one flood. This was apparent, as I began to smell the eroding of the decomposed wood, which began to make me feel slightly nauseous. It came as another shock when a large wave came by, a due to being awestruck, I had lent to far of the side, which ended in the vile and rancid concoction of water and salt upon my faceplate. The taste was unappealing, and yet the water itself was cool and invigorating. Deciding that I had enough for one day, I began retreating to the lower decks to get some rest. I hadn’t slept for over a month, so upon yawning, I decided it was time to rest. After descending the wooden steps, I turned to face a familiar and welcome site. The lower deck of the ship didn’t resemble its outer shell. The open spaced room I was now standing contained an abundance of wires, flooding the floor. They all were connected to the ship’s mainframe, which when given the correct signal, would warp the ship back to my main planet, out of harm’s way. The surrounding walls were formed from thick titanium, and contained tones of dents from the last encounter I had with one of the planet's native, and “very friendly”, species. Steadily tiptoeing over the potential trip hazards, I darted towards the old withered bed that sat in the corner of the room, collecting dust. Upon reaching the bed, I lay down upon its soft mattress and began contemplating about whether or not to return to my realm. Without realising, I drifted into a silent slumber. A loud and unexpected crash came out of nowhere, causing me to scramble to my feat in shock. Racing up the wooden steps and flinging the door to the upper deck wide open, I discovered with much surprise that the ship had collided with a large island, densely covered with thick vegetation. The island itself appeared to be populated by something, as a lone fishing pole sat propped up against a nearby rock. I began to descend the side ropes of the ship, dropping onto the rough, grainy sand that covered the coastline. Visibility through the jungle-like vegetation was minimal; however the smell of roasting flesh coming from within called me towards it. Knowing that the travel would be difficult, I unsheathed my blades and began tearing through the undergrowth. Hours had past, yet no sign of where the aroma had originated from. Deciding that nightfall was soon, I sat down against an old oak tree, and began to meditate. At first nothing could be heard, silence enveloped the island. Then, without as much as a warning, the snap of a branch echoed from the surrounding wilderness. Breaking meditation, I arose from my position and began scanning the local area. Nothing, nothing moved, all became silent again, and yet something didn’t feel right. Without a moment react, a tall, slender being fell from above. Within a blink of an eye, my arms were bound behind my back, my face pressed against the earth; all began to turn black… I awoke to an unfamiliar site, surrounded by the predecessors. Upon taking a closer look, I realized that I knew this weird species. They were head hunters, slender yet muscular in size, and would do anything to get the joy of the final blow on anything or anyone, taking their decapitated head as a prize. This group, however, appeared to adorn themselves with a red hand mark across their right eyes, supposedly to show their tribe, the way a soldier adorns his badge to show who he is fighting for. As I began to rise, a sudden tug stopped me. Looking down I realised that now I was chained to a large sacrificial circle, stained with the blood of all the other victims that arrived at this terrible place. Their leader, a short stubby thing, that carried a gargantuan plasma sword, began speaking ancient text. He drew an ancient knife from under his studded boots, raised it above his head and began to advance towards me. He began preparing for the final blow that would end my life. He advanced closer, took a deep breath, and began to strike. Silence fell as the blade began lancing towards my neck…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=id=GDpmVUEjagg;list=PLpE251q9dquyYPrVa4GRv_-9Dp93QrGF4 Harder, Better, faster, stronger It reminds me of my pen twirling tricks