Gundam-Ranger-X

I just finished watching it. It's good. I don't want to give too much away but I will say that it makes a sort of nice prequel. Rob Zombie definatly didn't screw up on this one.

I give it a GRX Thumb's up.

Has anyone heard anything on how the new MUtant Chronicles CMG by FFG is going to play like? Or if it's any good? My boss wants me to 'pimp' it out and I'm not finding anything to help me that's won't make me sound like some poster boy trying to sucker someone into buying something that sucks.

Chapter 2

The sun shone down on this beautiful early summer afternoon. The people of Moncton went about their every day lives. Shoppers were shopping. Bankers were banking. Tourists were touring. The city of Moncton was indeed a peaceful place.

But not everyone was peaceful. One persone in particular. A man covered in flowers and various plant growth. A man standing outside the First Bank of Moncton. A man with evil intent and malice in his heart.

The man entered the bank and laughed his evil laugh. "I'm not the Terminator or the Dessolator! I'm not the Violator or the Silent Oppressor! I'm the Germinator, baby!"

He raised his arms and sprayed forth his seeds of evil. The seeds burrowed their way into the floor and sprouted forth great vines. The vines grew longer and thicker by the second. People ran out of the bank screaming.

"Open the vault my pretties!" commanded the Germinator. His vines shot forward and wrapped themselves around the vault's door. The metal creaked and groaned under immense stress until with a loud crash it gave in under the vines relentless pulling. Sparks showered down as the massive door was ripped off it's hinges.

The Germinator hurried into the vault, still laughing his laugh of evil. He began to grab as much money as would fit in his arms when a familiar voice stoped him dead in his tracks.

"Such a need for lawn enforcement and me without my weed wacker."

The Germinator turned and confirmed his fears. There in the doorway stood the Communist.

He wore a thick dark brown overcoat wich covered down to his knees, a pair of black leather army boots with riveted steel plates on the toes and heels, a pair of camo army pants, a pair or black leather gloves, a black mask wich covered his neck, eyes, ears and the side of his face, leaving his mouth exposed. He also wore his most signiture item - a black Russian fur hat with bright red star on it. And on that star was the mark of the hammer and sickle. Only in his early 20's he had a nice beard growth, styling it in a gotee and accentuating it with a well trimed mustach.

"We can do this one of two ways," he said with great panash and charisma. "One way involves you comming peacefuly and quietly. The other involves alot of pain and screaming."

The Germinator threw his head back and laughed. "I doubt that very much Communist," he said deffiantly. "We both know you have no super powers."

"I have enough power to beat you!"

The Communist quickly drew a throwing dagger from his belt and flung it at his villanous foe. It flew gracefuly through the air with a low whistleing sound. It flew straight and true when just as it was about to find it's mark a vine shot out of the floor and deviated it from it's course.

The Germinator threw his arms forward with closed fists. "Eat this!" he shouted and shot forth a barrage of sharp thorns at the Communist. The Communist reacted quiclky to the threat and backfliped out of the way. Growling in anger the Germinator fired a continuous volley of thorns.

Our hero had to tumble and jump, to zig and zag in order to avoid being hit by the relentless assault until he made it to cover behind an office desk.

The Communist was pinned by the Germinator's fire. He had to act quickly. He braced himself against the floor, and using all the strength in his legs, launched the desk at his adversary.

The Germinator was suprised by the flying piece of office furniture turned projectile and had to dive out of the way to avoid being flattened. He scrambled to get back on to his feet before his opponent could but he was too late. The last thing he saw before loosing conciousness was the sight of the Communist's mighty hammer flying through the air, comming right for his face.

With a loud smack and a dull thud the fight was over. The Communist had thrown his large two handed hammer at the Germinator before he had a chance to react.

The Communist picked himself up and dusted himself off. "One good hammering deserves another!" he said triumphantly before taking a swig from his flask of vodka.

He walked over to his downed foe and tied him up with some steel wire he kept in his vest along with ihs other assorted goodies. He dragged the Germinator's uncontious body to the waiting police officers outside.

"Take 'im away boys," commanded the police chief. "Well, once again we owe you a debt of gratitude, Mr. Communist," he added.

"Don't worry about it chief," replied the Communist. "Just doing my job. Make sure to put him in an all glass cell so he can't escape this time."

"Oh don't worry, we've got that covered," assured the police chief.

And with that the Communist left the scene, the fight having made him hungry.

He walked to a small cafe near city hall. He sat at his usual table and ordered a modest meal of meat and potatoes. 'This is the life,' he thought to himself. 'I give the police a hand fighting the supervillains here and there and I get free food and a free apartment. This truly is the Soviet Paradise.'

The Communist ate his dinner and ordered some chocolate pudding for desert. There were very few things that the Communist enjoyed more the chocolate pudding. He ate his piece of heaven and got lost in it. This was truly an orgasmic experiance. He could even swear that he felt the ground moved.

He was snaped out of his daze and brought back to reality by the sound of car alarms and glasses falling over. The ground really was moving.

The Communist ran outside. People were panicking. Moncton was not prone to earthquakes. The ground shook with increasing force. A deep crack began to form in the asphalt of the main street, snaking it's way twoards out hero. "This is new," he commented to no one in particular.

The ground split open and from the gash crawled a tyranosaurus like monster. It had spines on it's back and grey scaley skin. It stood on it's hind legs and it's long tail waived from side to side. It threw it's head back and roared a mighty roar that shattered windows. It fixed it's eyes on the Communist and licked it's lips.

A bead of sweat formed on the Communist's brow. "Oh you have got be kidding me!" he said in utter dissbelief.

Well, I've managed to finish up chapter 2 in my fanfic. Unlike the first chapter there's some action in this one. I also think I did a good job writting the fight scene considering it was my first attempt at writing one.

I hope you all enjoy it. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.

On a side note, Erin has agreed to edit my drafts to make them clearer and to fix up the spelling and gramar mistakes I've made. I'll still be posting each chapter when I finish them and then update them later after they have been edited.

The Communist was created by me.

The Germinator was created by my friend, Erin.

Can't possibly be any worse then the first one was. I mean come on! It was rated PG!

I don't really know how to describe it. It had basicly no plot.

You know how to quote but you aparantly don't know how to read.

"Now you know. And knowing is half the battle!"

You know they're not going to though. Why? For the same reasons they screwed Transformers up.

House of a 1000 Corpses wasn't a zombie movie. I don't really know how to describe it. It had basicly no plot.

Worst movie(s) I've ever seen (cause it's hard to just pick one)

-Pulse: As previously mentioned, it sucked. Made by technophobes who don't understand jack about the technology. I just hated it with a pasion.

-House of a Thousand Corspes: I just hated it. Was expecting it to be cool cause it was directed by Rob Zomby but was utterly dissapointed.

-Devil's Rejects: Like the previous one, completely hated it. Really not impressed with Rob Zomby's movies now. Will see the Halloween remake though. I mean how bad can he possibly screw it up?

-The Gate 2: Bad... bad... bad... bad sequel to an alright horror movie.

-Halloween 3: 1, 2, and 4 were good (haven't seen the others) but 3 just sucked. Probably because it didn't have anything to do with the rest of the series.

-Hellraiser: Did not care for it.

-The Gruge: I hated this movie. It sucked. How it got a sequel I will never know.

-The Ring: Boring and lame. Did not care for it.

-The Ring 2: Just as lame and pointless as the first. No idea why I watched it.

-Texas Chainsaw Massacre, both orriginal and remake: False title-ing on the orriginal. Didn't finish the remake.

That's all I can think of right now. There's ALOT more to be added but that will be for a later date when I think of them.

Bwahahaha. That's funny.

I usually write them like comic book scenes. Picture by picture, describe every punch, the expressions, and usually the fights can immerse the reader without breaking a sweat. Of course, this would depend on whether or not you read comic books.

That I do. For the most part anyways. I might try that. Thanks for the advice.

Not wat so ever.

A little but I wasn't really asking from a role playing perspective. I was thinking more from a literrary sense.

One thing I find about my previous works that I wish I could improve on is when I have to write I fight scene or a battle. Does anyone have any tips or tricks to help me on this?

Three Girls And a Communist

Chapter 1

It was early in the morning on a very big day. A day of change. A day of good byes. Today was the day the Powerpuff Girls were moving to a new city. A city far away. A city not in the county. A city not in the state. A city not even in the country. The city was in Canada, in the small province of New-Brunswick. The city was called Moncton. It would be their new home.

The girls waited at the airport with their father. Sad. Bored. Pretending to be excited.

The big board displayed all the flights comming and going. No monster attack this early. All the flights were on time. Soon it would be time to board the plain that would take them away.

All this happened so suddenly. How did things get to be this way? Blossom, Buttercup, and Bubbles wondered about this in their own way. How would the people of Townsvill get along without them? Who was going to beat up the bad guys? How would the new town take to them? One thing was for sure: things were going to be different.

The boarding call came and the Utonium family left their seats and made their way to the gate. As they got on the plain Blossom was thinking back. Back to how this all beggan just a few weeks ago.

* * *

The city of Townsville. A happy town with happy people. And happy children. Happy children happily enjoying the end of the school year. Most happy of all are the Powerpuff girls. Summer vacation was finaly here.

It was a beautiful early summer day. The three hurried home, eager to show their father their first grade report cards. Blossom got straight A's, Bubbles managed mostly B's, while Buttercup struggled in some areas.

"This sucks!" exclaimed Buttercup, "The Proffessor is going to kill me when he sees these grades."

"Don't worry Buttercup," Blossom said to calm her sister, "maybe you'll get better grade in summer school." She giggles and composes herself. "But seriously though. The professor's not going to be that mad. You did improve in some subjects."

"Yeah I guess so..." Buttercup answered, still not enthusiastic about all this.

The trio got home with a burst of excitement. Happy that school was out for a whole two months. Nothing to do but watch cartoons, play with friends, and of course fight crime and save the day from disaster.

"Proffessor! We're home!" called out the excited Blossom. Eager to show her father her exceptional grades.

But something was amiss. The Professor gave no response. She began to look for him. She checked the kitchen. He wasn't there. She checked the lab. He wasn't there either. She checked his bedroom. Still no sign of her father. Finaly she checked the last place he would be, his study.

The door was closed and as she was about to open it she heard him inside. Talking to someone. But she couldn't hear anyone talk back. 'He must be on the phone,' she thought. From what she could tell it sounded like an important phone call. Best not to disturb him. She could wait to show him her report card. It was summer vacation. Might as well get an early lead on playing time.

A few hours of playing passed and the girls were called in for supper. The girls got excited when they got to the table. The Proffessor had cooked each of their favorite meals.

"Eat up girls, I've got a big announcement for after supper," said the Professor sitting down to his own meal.

The family talked about how each of their day went. They talked about the last day of school and of the marks they got. After supper was done and the table had been cleared the Proffessor sat the girls down for his big announcement.

"Girls, I know you love it here in Townsville," he began. "And I know that you also love new and exciting adventures. Well I like new and exciting adventure too. And I've been given an oppertunity to go on a really big adventure. I've accepted a job at a new chemical research lab."

"That's great Proffessor!" Blossom interupted.

"Congradulations!" agreed Bubbles.

"Hold on girls," the Proffessor continued, "I'm not done yet," he added.

"This lab isn't in Townsville though. It's in Canada. We're going to have to move. And because they want me to start right away, we're going to have to move soon."

He paused briefly to gauge their reactions. "I know you probably don't want to move away but I think it's for the best."

After a short silence, Blossom was the first to speak. "We're behind you Proffessor. As long as we're together as a family it doesn't matter where we live."

Buttercup spoke next. "Just as long as it's not as bad as Citiesville."

Bubbles was the last to speak. "Proffessor, are we going to have to live in an igloo?"

The Proffessor laughed at his daughter's question. "No honey, I don't think we're going to have to live in an igloo. But I do think three little girls have alot of packing to do. I'll go get you some boxes."

The three Powerpuff girls flew up to their room and began packing up their various toys and belongings. None of them spoke. The reality of the situation beginning to sink in. They had pretended to be happy about it, for their father. Inside however, none of them really wanted to leave their beloved Townsville behind.

* * *

Blossom was snaped out of her daze and brought back to the present by a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you ok honey?" the Professor asked worridly. "You've been awefuly quiet for a while now."

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, I'm ok," she replied. "I guess I'm just tired."

And so with that, the four members of the Utonium family boarded their flight. The flight that would take them to their new home, to new adventures, and possibly new villains to fight.

As the title says this is my first real attempt at writting a fanfic. I orriginaly wanted to to a fan comic but decided, with Reena's help, that starting off with a fanfic would be a good way to start.

The fanfic is going to be multiple chapters and is based off of the Powerpuff Girls and a super hero of my own creation, The Communist.

Happy reading. And I appologise in advance for the double post but since each peice I post is going to be rather large I figure it's best to start a new post to put it up to make it easier to read.

You can also donate all that pretty blond hair of yours

Maybe Slege will trade you some bonus posts or additional rep points for it.

That's why you have to stay logged in all the time, like me. That way when you get over a million points in Tanks you don't cry when it won't submit.

It's not going to be an open beta. And I have no idea.

It's great! The art is fantastic and the writing is genious!

This made my week.

http://www.secretlivesofmobs.com/index.php

I nearly choked from laughing so hard. X'D

But if you do that then I will lose a high score.

It's a good show but they take to long to do anything.

To eat or not to eat? Isn't that the moral debate? If I do eat you then I will be full. However, if I don't eat you then I might miss out on what could be a very tasty treat.

Decisions decisions.

The arcarde needs Raiden!