Clean shirt, new shoes
and I don't know where I am goin' to.
Silk suit,black tie,
I don't need a reason why.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
coz' every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
gold watch, diamond ring,
I ain' missin'not a single thing.
And cufflinks, stick pin
when I step out I'm gonna do you in.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
coz' every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Top coat, top hat,
I don't worry coz my wallet's fat.
Black shades, white gloves,
lookin' sharp and lookin' for love.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
coz' every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
ZZ Top, "Sharp Dressed Man."
Effect: Aside from one, er, 'memorable' incident during the Sailor Moon step, summons a simulacrum of Tuxedo Mask, just like any of the other simulacra songs.

(note: this got completely out of control on me, and got waay too big. But after all that typing, darned if I wasn't going to share the pain. )
THE FOLLOWING STAGGERBUNNY HAS BEEN RATED GS (GRATUITOUSLY SILLY) BY THE IMAGINARY PICTURES ASSOCIATION OF AMERICA
Loonatic's Travel Journal
Location: /dev/null
Date:
I want to make this utterly, absolutely clear up front: It Was Not My Fault.
(I can just *see* Hexe curling up, Katlike, on the couch, eyes glinting with vindictive mischief as she settles in for Yet Another Em-bare-assing Sangnoir Story. The only reason I'm writing this down is because I *know,* beyond any doubt, that it'll all come out someday. Somehow. That's just how my life goes.).
Anyway, it really wasn't. I blame the neurotoxins. Or maybe the bananna. And the youma definitely comes in for some blame too.
(Pipe down, Hexe, *I'm* telling this story. Good grief, I haven't seen her in *years* now, but just the memories are powerful enough that sometimes it's like I have this little chibi-Hexe riding on my shoulder, doing snarky commentary on my misadventures. Some guys get succubi -- *I* get a rapier-witted weather witch who just happens to also be my CO)
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Anyway, the Senshi and I were slamdancing with the latest monster-of-the-week, and I was trying to gauge just how much I should pitch in (and wondering where the unusually tardy Tuxedo Mask was), when Usagi stepped on the bananna.
Now, I've been a soldier for quite a few years, and seen quite a few utterly ludicrous battlefield pratfalls (many, I must humbly confess, caused by Yours Truly), but I have *never* --before or since-- ever seen anyone actually commit the bananna gag. At least, never unintentionally.
But then, that's Usagi for you.
The moment I saw her start to slip, I combat-hyped and charged in from my position almost directly behind her. That gave me a perfect slo-mo view of what happened next.
The bananna *squirted* out of its peel exactly the way they do in reel life but not in real life, shooting straight towards the youma, which was charging up for a new shot on Usagi. Who was free-falling in mid-"yaaaah!" towards a perfect butt-first pancake landing. I was diving for her, to either catch or cover, when I noticed the bananna shoot straight up the youma's left nostril.
I'm no precog, but as the entire battlezone suddenly fell silent, I suddenly felt an oppressive sensation of *doom.*
We all just stood there for a second, caught up in the unbelievable surreality of the moment (aside from Usagi, who hit the ground and bounced with a loud "OWIE!"), staring at the youma, which was in turn starting cross-eyed at its own nose as if completely befuddled by this turn of events.
Then, without so much as a by-your-leave, thank-you-please, the youma *sneezed*, firing the (now quite slimy) bananna straight back along its original line of flight.
(whoever is reading this to Hexe had better stop and let her drag herself back onto the couch. Yes, Hexe, you *are* that predictable. Yes, I'm sure you *will* get me for this later. No, I will *not* bite you -- once was more than enough, thanks).
My field has protected me from cannon shells, lightning bolts, missiles, and even --on one memorable occasion-- a hypervelocity flying squirrel. A projectile snot bananna was nothing to worry about.
So of course the bloody thing comes straight through the field and *splats* across my goggles.
Remember how I mentioned neurotoxins earlier? Well, this youma secreted a lethal one, dangerous on skin contact and completely lethal if introduced into the bloodstream, from its skin, concentrated mostly in its claws. It didn't have any serious ranged attacks, which was why I'd been letting the girls practice their coordinated long-range fire on it.
Apparently, the secretions also took place in its mucous membranes.
Of course, it's very rare for anything to get through my field *untouched.* And that held in this case -- I didn't get poisoned.
I got *wasted.*
Looking back on it, I can only theorize that my field converted the contact neurotoxin on the bananna into, well, contact cannabis. I haven't been hit by anything that hard since I was in high school and experimented with-- um. Nevermind, I'm not sure the statute of limitations has expired yet.
All I remember is, one moment I'm in full combat mode and ready to rumble. The next, I'm wiping my goggles, laughing my arse off at the poor youma holding its nose with tears streaming down its cheeks, and feeling as if I had just finished a 33&1/3-hr Bugs Bunny marathon while stoned.
I was feeling so good, so full of peace and brotherhood for all things, that I just let it go when it turned and ran, apparently deciding it had had enough for the evening. Besides, I was laughing too hard to stay on my feet.
Makoto's face leaned into my line of sight eventually, looking concerned. I debated telling her how the halo effect of the St Elmo's Fire around her tiara's lightning rod flattered her, but then I suddenly realized the punch line from the 'tortoise-shelled clam' joke from years before, and busted out laughing again.
It didn't take long for my metabolism to start breaking down the invasive chemicals, but by the time my head started to clear, only a minute or two later, the girls were gone in pursuit of the monster. Mercury had managed a sufficient medical scan to be confident I was in no danger, and they'd left Luna to keep an eye on me.
I staggered upright, still feeling pretty mellow, but more or less tracking again. A pointing paw from Luna, and I loped off after the girls, singing "Don't Worry, Be Happy" under my breath (complete with sound FX). It really matched my current mood.
(No, Hexe. NO. N. O.)
When I caught up to them, no more than a minute later, they had the youma pretty well contained, but were having a heck of a time nailing it -- what it lacked in ranged counterattacks, it made up for in agility.
I couldn't help but think that the situation lacked... something. Something important. And that's when I had An Idea.
I was still a little high. I blame that for what happened next.
I called up a song that had always tickled my Talent, but never quite gelled into anything specific. This time, I felt my Talent sync right up, and giggled as I felt my Polykev armor start to melt and flow. One leap, and I found myself atop a streetlight above the battle.
"Have no fear, O beauteous warriors of Love and Justice!" I declaimed in my best Danny Kay voice. "For no force of evil may withstand our united might! Do it NOW, Sailor Moon!"
Usagi spun around, ponytails swirling and her eyes suddenly looking like big pink hearts (I swear, it really happens -- I think it's some kind of low-end metatalent), and started to squeal "TUXEDO M-- Doug-Sensei...?"
I swept my cape out with one arm and drew it back across in front of me, Bella Lugosi style. "Like Tuxedo Mask, Sailor Moon, I too am an ally to all those who fight for Love and Justice, though I am not he. For tonight, you may call me..." I cast my cape back to let it fly in the sudden gust of wind. "TUXEDO HELMET!"
Until that moment, I'd always thought that faceplants only happened in anime. Fortunately, they recovered and we were able to take down the youma before ZZ Top's "Sharp-Dressed Man" played out.
Mamoru never *did* show up that night, and I never got around to asking him why not before everything fell apart.
For the rest of my time with the girls, they never completely stopped teasing me about missing their "Tuxedo-Helmet-sama" -- it was still good for a giggle even towards the end, when it began to seem as if the light at the end of the tunnel had gone out.
I wonder if they remember?
(PS: Hexe? Don't. Even.)

There was a terrible sense of deja vu to waking up under cozy covers, with a mother's voice summoning me to breakfast. It had, after all, happened to me more than once. Not that there was anything terrible about what I've described - not at all.
It's just that it wasn't the bed I'd gone to sleep in - nor a mother that I'd heard the voice of before.
Trust me, when you get deja vu about that, your life is getting just a teensy bit complicated.
"Bunny!" came the voice again. "It's past eight o'clock!"
I crawled out from under the covers and called "Coming!" loud enough, I hoped, to be heard by whomever was yelling at me. Then I braced myself for the worst and looked into the mirror on top of the bedroom dresser.
I started whimpering almost immediately.
Blonde hair - an almost perfect match for the shade I had enjoyed in a previous life. Blue eyes - not quite right but close - I think. It's getting hard to remember for sure but I think that mine were darker than the eyes was now looking out of. Female - oh well. Male would have been nice, but I'm sure I can manage being a girl again. Two incredibly long (practically floor length!) ponytails descending from fist-sized knots of hair sticking up in the approximate location of Mickey Mouse ears.
I whimpered some more. Not only were they very silly, the meatball-head arrangement was far too distinctive.
If you ahven't guessed whose body I'd suddenly found myself riding, then you've obviously been hiding under some damp rock for the last decade or so of pop culture.
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I got a chance to sit down and do some writing while I was on vacation. There's a bit more, but I'm just about to fall asl...zzzzzzzz
D for Drakensis

You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.

How serious of a crime would y'all consider hacking?
I play on a small game (~600-700 during the day, ~400-500 at singa tz, hitting to around ~800 on weekends). Recently, there were some Chinese hackers that hacked the game and gave themselves a lot of resources. However, certain players gave their password out to these hackers who then used those characters to hack and give those characters resources too. The group in charge of the game decided to ban the hackers as well as those that took advantage of the hackers. Now, this has spawned a huge discussion on what exactly is the proper punishment for those that gave the hackers access to their accounts.
Assuming first time offense and only giving access, if you were the company, would you choose to ban their accounts (note: not the isp) anyway?
My personal inclination is yes, but I'm interested in what y'all think.

1. Quoth the Uchiha brat: "I will become stronger, even if I must eat the devil's fruit!" Hmmm... Girugiru Rocket no Jutsu? A lot of those Rubber Style fighting moves look like the stuff Snakepants pulls off with snaking limbs and neck, after all.
2. Air Gear is hyperactive highschoolers doing strange battles and playing extreeme sports, right? Sounds right up Ranma's alley.... now just for kicks, what if Furinkan kicked him out at the end of that year (Fo attackin' my staff and not wearin' da regulation haircut, brudda!) and he had to switch to the only other high school in Tokyo so lax it would let him in, where the ruling tough guys just discovered Air Trek... Sakigake Cromartie High. WHy? Because the idea of Mechazawa, Gorilla, Freddie Mercury, Mayashida, and Kamiyama vs. Ranma and the inevitable entourage of mostly-opponents-sometimes-allies in an Air Trek battle would be funny, espescially with the Nerima crew's poor history on skates.
- CDSERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
A kung-fu nun in a leather thong was no less extreme than anything else he had seen that day. - Rev. Dark's IST: Holy Sea World
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows

Everybody's building ships and boats,
Some are building monuments
And others jotting down notes.
Everybody's in despair,
Every girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
Everybody's gonna jump for joy.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.
I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet.
But guarding fumes and making haste,
Just ain't my cup of meat.
Everybody's 'neath the trees,
Feeding pigeons on a limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.
Let me do what I wanna do, I can't decide them all
Just tell me where to pull
And I'll tell you who to call.
Nobody can get no sleep,
There's someone on everyone's toes.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
Everybody's gonna wanna doze.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.
-- Manfred Mann, The Mighty Quinn

-- Bob
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For Jor-El so loved the Earth, he sent his only begotten son...

"H.M.J."
from Dragonslayer by Dream Evil
2:46
On my way to kill the beast
I met a holy man from the east
His name was Jesus & he was son of man
He warned me about the danger ahead
He was godsend, he was gonna bring the Metal back
And take away the sins that people did in the past
He came down here to change our lives
He said to me while he looked me in the eyes
"I'm the Heavy Metal Jesus!
I'm the Heavy Metal thunderstriking Jesus"
He said, "if you wanna kill the beast
You gotta be blessed from the man from the east
So why don't you get down on your knee
And I will bless you with my Flying V?"
Summons Heavy Metal Jesus who will warn Doug and company about future dangers and bless them with his Flying V.
While this song has both practical and humorous value, I think it's questionable whether or not Doug would use it.
However, the image of Doug and the crew from DW5 on bended knee being blessed by a Flying V wielding Jesus is just too funny.*********
Touched By His Noodly Appendage
www.venganza.org

...sucks! I don't really think you guys may be interested in my country elections, but I must complain with someone. We've been ruled by criminals for five years, our economy is crushed, the vatican seems to consider us a colony and the elections almos came to a stalemate? How can be possible that half of the country still believe in Silvio Berlusconi? Many of you are Americans, so maybe you know...

Please use this thread, which is permanently stuck to the top of the forum, to identify yourself and the characters you have in the Legendary. Please do not post requests to join here -- they will be deleted. Create a new thread for such requests. Also please do not post chatter in this thread. This is a reference thread only.
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Thank you.
ETA: Um. I want to note that just because I included my real name in my entry -- because everyone knows it already -- I didn't mean to imply anyone else was required to do so. I've watched the list build over the past few days with all those real names, and I hope no one felt they had to reveal their identity against their wills.

-- Bob
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For Jor-El so loved the Earth, he sent his only begotten son...

Take a look www.youtube.com/watch?v=h...=5&t=a&f=b