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A black SS Camaro cruised down a stretch of deserted highway, weaving around the odd abandoned automobile. Sometimes it would have to grab some shoulder to get around a large cluster of vehicles that blocked every lane, but it was no problem for the vintage muscle car with it's large wheels and mighty engine. It's previous owner had loved it like a father loves his only son. The man, who shall remain nameless, due to the inevitable fact that anyone who had known his name was no longer alive to pass the information on, had taken extra care to keep it in pristine condition. The leather interior was cleaned and polished on a regular basis. The paint job was cared for twice a week, and renewed on a yearly basis. The chrome detail and rims were inspected and maintained religiously. No aspect of the machine was neglected or left to chance. Which was good news for the man who now possessed the car.
He didn't care about the leather, the paint, or the chrome. In fact, he had neglected all of these things. The only thing he cared about was speed and performance. The car was exceptional. It got him from A to B efficiently, and as a bonus, in style.
The reason he'd taken this car over a Hummer, truck, or anything more durable and practical, was because of someone he loved. Someone he missed deeply.
His older brother had always wanted an SS Camaro. He had fantasized and talked about buying and tricking one out since they were kids. So when he stumbled upon the jet-black beauty, he couldn't help but chuckle, fighting the tears away as he did so. He had taken the car as an unspoken obligation to his now deceased brother. A way of honouring his memory, and an inside joke between them. Because even after the end of the world as we knew it, he still had something close to a sense of humour.
Inside the Camaro, two adult huskies sat in the back seat. One male, one female. The male was snow-white with rusty brown detail. He was a bit bigger than the female, who was also had a clean white coat, but with a deep grey detail that was sharp and stunning.
They sat side-by-side, glancing out the windows at the landscape as it rolling by. They seemed happy, content, despite all that had happened. It was a simple, beautiful moment that prior to the crisis which found them in the back seat of this Camaro on this ghostly highway, would have been tragically overlooked.
The driver observed that tiny, profound and symbolic moment from the rear-view mirror, granting a pleasant smile. That was what it all came down to. Most people would look at this picture and see nothing but a man and his dogs sitting in a car. What he saw, what he knew to be the reality and truth of the situation, was loyalty and love in it's purest, most brilliant and rawest form. Even after the world had gone to shit, when brother had turned on brother, and everything humanity had spent thousands of years building as a civilization had crumbled into chaos and terror, the unconditional love, loyalty and companionship of a man and his dog was left untouched by the hell that lingered just outside the doors of that Camaro. That was what made that moment so beautiful and special. It's the stuff you dig up from between the lines that's worth the most in it's weight.
Owen Thorne had learned to view the world around him differently since the crisis. He began to recognize and appreciate all the subtle nuances that the universe presented before our very eyes each and every day. They're in those little moments, as well as the big ones. Sometimes it's not what's right in front of you, but rather the things you cannot see, or hear, that truly speak to us the most. Owen had merely learned how to listen to them.
He didn't care about the leather, the paint, or the chrome. In fact, he had neglected all of these things. The only thing he cared about was speed and performance. The car was exceptional. It got him from A to B efficiently, and as a bonus, in style.
The reason he'd taken this car over a Hummer, truck, or anything more durable and practical, was because of someone he loved. Someone he missed deeply.
His older brother had always wanted an SS Camaro. He had fantasized and talked about buying and tricking one out since they were kids. So when he stumbled upon the jet-black beauty, he couldn't help but chuckle, fighting the tears away as he did so. He had taken the car as an unspoken obligation to his now deceased brother. A way of honouring his memory, and an inside joke between them. Because even after the end of the world as we knew it, he still had something close to a sense of humour.
Inside the Camaro, two adult huskies sat in the back seat. One male, one female. The male was snow-white with rusty brown detail. He was a bit bigger than the female, who was also had a clean white coat, but with a deep grey detail that was sharp and stunning.
They sat side-by-side, glancing out the windows at the landscape as it rolling by. They seemed happy, content, despite all that had happened. It was a simple, beautiful moment that prior to the crisis which found them in the back seat of this Camaro on this ghostly highway, would have been tragically overlooked.
The driver observed that tiny, profound and symbolic moment from the rear-view mirror, granting a pleasant smile. That was what it all came down to. Most people would look at this picture and see nothing but a man and his dogs sitting in a car. What he saw, what he knew to be the reality and truth of the situation, was loyalty and love in it's purest, most brilliant and rawest form. Even after the world had gone to shit, when brother had turned on brother, and everything humanity had spent thousands of years building as a civilization had crumbled into chaos and terror, the unconditional love, loyalty and companionship of a man and his dog was left untouched by the hell that lingered just outside the doors of that Camaro. That was what made that moment so beautiful and special. It's the stuff you dig up from between the lines that's worth the most in it's weight.
Owen Thorne had learned to view the world around him differently since the crisis. He began to recognize and appreciate all the subtle nuances that the universe presented before our very eyes each and every day. They're in those little moments, as well as the big ones. Sometimes it's not what's right in front of you, but rather the things you cannot see, or hear, that truly speak to us the most. Owen had merely learned how to listen to them.
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Wow!!!
You guys suck. Maybe I should have let you think I'm just some punk who couldn't rap. Maybe then someone would have the balls to pick the mic up.
WEAK display, RP Guild.
You guys suck. Maybe I should have let you think I'm just some punk who couldn't rap. Maybe then someone would have the balls to pick the mic up.
WEAK display, RP Guild.
If you have thin skin, are easily offended, or have insecurity issues, please stay the **** out of this thread!
Thank you!
•RULES•
Try to exercise some common sense, but for those who need something more tangible, I have some basic ground rules.
•1: Don't violate any of RP Guild's site Rules.
•2: Try to keep it clean! Use your language sparingly, and don't go crazy on someone until you've battled them a few times and have a sense of their threshold for insults. We don't want literal battles here. It's a game where you invent stuff, not try to hurt people.
•3: 6-8 Line Minimum for Battles. No 4-liners.
•4: Battles will be arranged by challenges, or mutual agreements, and will be held 1 at a time. This means you cannot blindside Johnny with a rap without his agreeing to a Battle prior to, and a Host (just me for now) setting it up for you to make sure you're not cutting an active Battle. This also means yo cannot cut an active Battle by posting your own Battle spontaneously, unless you're positive no Battles are active at that time.
•5: After a Battle begins, both parties will have 5 days to complete said Contest with 1 Rap Each. If for some reason, Both parties have not posted their Rap, that Battle will be postponed until the nearest available time. (This will encourage Battles to happen fairly quickly)
•6: Once we get enough rappers posting, we'll start holding Tournaments. Battles in a Tournament will be decided by a Judge or panel of Judges.
Just so you know I'm not some punk:
That's about it. And don't bother challenging me. I'm not rapping until the first Tournie, at least.
Let's kick things off with a freestyle session, to let everyone post in and get loosened up.
Thank you!
•RULES•
Try to exercise some common sense, but for those who need something more tangible, I have some basic ground rules.
•1: Don't violate any of RP Guild's site Rules.
•2: Try to keep it clean! Use your language sparingly, and don't go crazy on someone until you've battled them a few times and have a sense of their threshold for insults. We don't want literal battles here. It's a game where you invent stuff, not try to hurt people.
•3: 6-8 Line Minimum for Battles. No 4-liners.
•4: Battles will be arranged by challenges, or mutual agreements, and will be held 1 at a time. This means you cannot blindside Johnny with a rap without his agreeing to a Battle prior to, and a Host (just me for now) setting it up for you to make sure you're not cutting an active Battle. This also means yo cannot cut an active Battle by posting your own Battle spontaneously, unless you're positive no Battles are active at that time.
•5: After a Battle begins, both parties will have 5 days to complete said Contest with 1 Rap Each. If for some reason, Both parties have not posted their Rap, that Battle will be postponed until the nearest available time. (This will encourage Battles to happen fairly quickly)
•6: Once we get enough rappers posting, we'll start holding Tournaments. Battles in a Tournament will be decided by a Judge or panel of Judges.
Just so you know I'm not some punk:
That's about it. And don't bother challenging me. I'm not rapping until the first Tournie, at least.
Let's kick things off with a freestyle session, to let everyone post in and get loosened up.
Alexisonfire - Young Cardinals
Main Theme
Gary Jules - Mad World
Ana Maria Grace's Theme
Creed - Bullets
Casius Magnus' Theme
Bullet For My Valentine - Hearts Burst Into Fire
Seto Bobaloo Sobral's Theme
Burn Halo - Save Me
Stryker's Theme
Disturbed - Overburdened
Marrick Cross' Theme
Creed - What If
Cid Armstrong's Theme
Walk Off The Earth - Red Hands
Banion Warbear's Theme
Fallout Boy - My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light 'Em Up)
Lillian Nobunaga's Theme
3 Doors Down - It's Not My Time
Bastian Fairhart's Theme
Epic Score - Prepare For The End
Sarovoc Ducrinus' Theme
RipTide Music - Ultraviolence
Leo Strata's Theme
Evanesceence - My Immortal
Ana & Seto
Epic Score - Creator of Worlds
Bahamut's Theme
Epic Score - Time Will Remember Us
Alexander's Theme
Imagine Dragons - Radioactive
Bahamut ZERO's Theme
Skrillex - First of The Year (Equinox)
Lyra Strata vs Lillian Nobunaga
Disturbed - Deify
Marrick Cross & Sarovoc Ducrinus
Lifehouse - Broken
The Death of A Heroine
Alexisonfire - This Could Be Anywhere In The World
An Ode To Zenobia
Epic Score - They Hit Without Warning
Gilgamesh vs Alexander
Epic Score - You Were Born For This
The Final Battle (Seto vs Sarovoc)
Gothic Storm - Whisper Of Hope
Remembering The Fallen
Final Fantasy VIII OST - The Landing
A Foreboding Conclusion
"Thinking back to that night, I don't remember much. The details become blurry when the moment has passed. It all happened so fast, I didn't have time to think, or even react.
I remember them, the time we spent together that night. I remember fear, and adrenaline. Dark hallways and strange passages. I remember being confused by the map. It's a different experience when you're studying blueprints from the comfort of your bed.
I remember smoke and fire, the cool, fresh night air. But mostly, I remember him. His hand taking mine before I could pull it away. I remember Jin calling my name as I was dragged away. He looked kind of silly in that clothing with that sword strapped around his back, but he felt threatening and dangerous too. I remember him holding me in his arms as I struggled to break free...
I remember wishing I had died that night, instead of them..."
Ana took a deep breath of the night air, exhaling slowly. She stood with Jin, Kato, and Willow outside of the Zenobia Prime Building, all wearing heavy backpacks around their shoulders.
It's outer frame reached high into the sky. It was designed and constructed using state of the art architecture. It's steely, enormous curves and features were menacing and gloomy. It represented everything that was wrong with Zenobia. All of the greed, deceit, violence, corruption, and injustice.
"You all know what to do" Jin said sternly. Kato nodded, and the four parted ways, with Kato and Willow quickly disappearing down a manhole, and Jin dashing across the parking lot toward the side of the building.
Ana took one more brief moment to gaze upon the object of her resentment and hatred before she darted for the other side of the building. Her role was parallel to Jin's. Use the map to locate the second generator room, plant the explosives and get out of there. Jin was to cover the first generator, and Kato and Willow were supposed to handle the third.
Jin insisted that Ana stay with him, and that they delay the explosives to give them time to cover the second generator, but Ana put her foot down, insisting the explosives be synchronized and the generators covered simultaneously.
That was the plan...
I remember them, the time we spent together that night. I remember fear, and adrenaline. Dark hallways and strange passages. I remember being confused by the map. It's a different experience when you're studying blueprints from the comfort of your bed.
I remember smoke and fire, the cool, fresh night air. But mostly, I remember him. His hand taking mine before I could pull it away. I remember Jin calling my name as I was dragged away. He looked kind of silly in that clothing with that sword strapped around his back, but he felt threatening and dangerous too. I remember him holding me in his arms as I struggled to break free...
I remember wishing I had died that night, instead of them..."
Ana took a deep breath of the night air, exhaling slowly. She stood with Jin, Kato, and Willow outside of the Zenobia Prime Building, all wearing heavy backpacks around their shoulders.
It's outer frame reached high into the sky. It was designed and constructed using state of the art architecture. It's steely, enormous curves and features were menacing and gloomy. It represented everything that was wrong with Zenobia. All of the greed, deceit, violence, corruption, and injustice.
"You all know what to do" Jin said sternly. Kato nodded, and the four parted ways, with Kato and Willow quickly disappearing down a manhole, and Jin dashing across the parking lot toward the side of the building.
Ana took one more brief moment to gaze upon the object of her resentment and hatred before she darted for the other side of the building. Her role was parallel to Jin's. Use the map to locate the second generator room, plant the explosives and get out of there. Jin was to cover the first generator, and Kato and Willow were supposed to handle the third.
Jin insisted that Ana stay with him, and that they delay the explosives to give them time to cover the second generator, but Ana put her foot down, insisting the explosives be synchronized and the generators covered simultaneously.
That was the plan...
Lucious... You're telling the Zenobian people, that we are in fact, not at war with other nations at present?"
"No."
"And that Zenobia's Armed Forces are not currently engaged in military action against other nations?"
"Absolutely not! Our affairs with other nations are better than they've ever been..."
In the peaceful, quiet town of Pelgrin, the night was setting in slowly, and the hustle and bustle of the day was winding down to a halt.
In the quiet, somber streets, the sound of a large explosion shook the tiny community to the core.
Smoke, dust, rubble, and screams of pain, confusion and terror filled the air.
More bombs exploded, causing mass chaos and confusion as residents spilled into the streets from their crudely built, stone and wooden houses.
Zenobian soldiers flooded the crowded, chaotic streets in organized tactical units, firing weapons, throwing grenades, killing, beating and destroying everything in sight. They moved with precision, and calculation, to exterminate the tiny, peaceful village.
Men with swords, axes and bows fought fiercely in the exchange to defend the village, but their efforts fell short and in vane as the bullets commissioned by Zenobian soldiers cut through them like hot knives slicing through butter.
The scene was morbid, and horrific as the Zenobian troops work tirelessly to kill every last man woman and child, and torch every last structure that stood in the once quiet, somber town.
"No."
"And that Zenobia's Armed Forces are not currently engaged in military action against other nations?"
"Absolutely not! Our affairs with other nations are better than they've ever been..."
In the peaceful, quiet town of Pelgrin, the night was setting in slowly, and the hustle and bustle of the day was winding down to a halt.
In the quiet, somber streets, the sound of a large explosion shook the tiny community to the core.
Smoke, dust, rubble, and screams of pain, confusion and terror filled the air.
More bombs exploded, causing mass chaos and confusion as residents spilled into the streets from their crudely built, stone and wooden houses.
Zenobian soldiers flooded the crowded, chaotic streets in organized tactical units, firing weapons, throwing grenades, killing, beating and destroying everything in sight. They moved with precision, and calculation, to exterminate the tiny, peaceful village.
Men with swords, axes and bows fought fiercely in the exchange to defend the village, but their efforts fell short and in vane as the bullets commissioned by Zenobian soldiers cut through them like hot knives slicing through butter.
The scene was morbid, and horrific as the Zenobian troops work tirelessly to kill every last man woman and child, and torch every last structure that stood in the once quiet, somber town.
Skindred - Pressure
Samuel Blithe's Theme (Legacy 1)
OneRepublic - Secrets
Samuel Blithe's Theme (Legacy 2)
Nico & Vinz - Am I Wrong
Samuel Blithe's Theme (Legacy 3)
Samuel Blithe's Theme (Legacy 1)
OneRepublic - Secrets
Samuel Blithe's Theme (Legacy 2)
Nico & Vinz - Am I Wrong
Samuel Blithe's Theme (Legacy 3)
Ana sat at the top of the large, dome-shaped roof of a metallic structure. She hugged her knees tightly, gently shivering in the cool, evening air. Her skirt left the bare, flawless skin of her pale legs exposed to the nippy, chilling breeze.
Next to her, leaning back with his legs crossed, was Jin, and Kato to his right, followed by Willow Kensington on the far end.
The Zenobian Resistance. Four free spirited kids looking to change the world with the strength of their hearts, and the will of their ambition. Lead by Jin, co-founded by Ana, they spent their days day dreaming, studying, seeking knowledge and truth. Working menial jobs, plotting the demise of Zenobia Prime and the Ducrinus Administration, and hanging out here, just outside the core of the city. They wasted days and nights away, dreaming of a better world, a better time and place, when people their age didn't have to crusade against their own people, and stand alone against the powers that be. Four kids... just doing what they can to ensure a safer, better Zenobia for all, and not just those locked away in the grand towers of the core, enjoying the greedy, corrupt lap of luxury, ignorant to the horror that dwells just beyond the cold, steel walls of their paradise.
Ana's eyes were fixed intently upon a large, outdoor television screen mounted above a large intersection just inside the walls and defences of the inner core. The sound it produced glided through the moist evening air toward them, reaching their ears at a level barely audible. It was evening yet, and the city was still booming with an array of sound that distorted and interrupted it's playful waves as they dance through the sky.
"Welcome to Zenobia. We hope you enjoy..."
Kato stood up, casting his gaze to the sky. He was a young man, only nineteen. He was short, and filthy, wearing baggy shorts, high cut black boots, and a dirty, baggy red shirt that hung in agony around his skinny frame. His raggedy, ripped and stained jacket was tied around his waist, and over his bushy, messy blonde hair, he wore a red cap backwards.
Willow, the youngest of them all glanced up at him, and back at the television. She was only seventeen, an orphan like Kato, and practically his sister. She had long, beautiful red hair that surrounded her pale, freckled face. She wore her jacket zipped up to the neck, and a comfy pair of black sweat pants with white shoes.
"Tomorrow is the big day, Kato. I understand if you're not ready," Jin said compassionately.
"Hey, I'll be there!" Kato replied defensively. Out of them all, Kato was probably the most passionate about their cause, in-that he harboured the most hatred and resentment toward the government, and Zenobia Prime.
"Alright," Jin said, eyes fixed on the television set, "tomorrow, we blow Zenobia Prime off the map."
Next to her, leaning back with his legs crossed, was Jin, and Kato to his right, followed by Willow Kensington on the far end.
The Zenobian Resistance. Four free spirited kids looking to change the world with the strength of their hearts, and the will of their ambition. Lead by Jin, co-founded by Ana, they spent their days day dreaming, studying, seeking knowledge and truth. Working menial jobs, plotting the demise of Zenobia Prime and the Ducrinus Administration, and hanging out here, just outside the core of the city. They wasted days and nights away, dreaming of a better world, a better time and place, when people their age didn't have to crusade against their own people, and stand alone against the powers that be. Four kids... just doing what they can to ensure a safer, better Zenobia for all, and not just those locked away in the grand towers of the core, enjoying the greedy, corrupt lap of luxury, ignorant to the horror that dwells just beyond the cold, steel walls of their paradise.
Ana's eyes were fixed intently upon a large, outdoor television screen mounted above a large intersection just inside the walls and defences of the inner core. The sound it produced glided through the moist evening air toward them, reaching their ears at a level barely audible. It was evening yet, and the city was still booming with an array of sound that distorted and interrupted it's playful waves as they dance through the sky.
"Welcome to Zenobia. We hope you enjoy..."
Kato stood up, casting his gaze to the sky. He was a young man, only nineteen. He was short, and filthy, wearing baggy shorts, high cut black boots, and a dirty, baggy red shirt that hung in agony around his skinny frame. His raggedy, ripped and stained jacket was tied around his waist, and over his bushy, messy blonde hair, he wore a red cap backwards.
Willow, the youngest of them all glanced up at him, and back at the television. She was only seventeen, an orphan like Kato, and practically his sister. She had long, beautiful red hair that surrounded her pale, freckled face. She wore her jacket zipped up to the neck, and a comfy pair of black sweat pants with white shoes.
"Tomorrow is the big day, Kato. I understand if you're not ready," Jin said compassionately.
"Hey, I'll be there!" Kato replied defensively. Out of them all, Kato was probably the most passionate about their cause, in-that he harboured the most hatred and resentment toward the government, and Zenobia Prime.
"Alright," Jin said, eyes fixed on the television set, "tomorrow, we blow Zenobia Prime off the map."
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