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Current You'd think after like 15 years I'd stop feeling like a fraud when writing posts but I still do which is both a statement on my self confidence and a compliment to how good my partners are as writers
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5 mos ago
Why are you talking about Final Fantasy 10 like that
5 mos ago
Final Fantasy 13 is a top five entry in the franchise but ya'll still ain't ready to have that conversation
6 mos ago
This Bears/Packers game is gonna make me believe in the power of Chicago Pope
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6 mos ago
The older I get the more I start to think BBQ potato chips are the worst flavor, actually.
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Look, I got lost on the way to getting some jajangmyeon and it'd be foolish to leave now.

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Is Disgaea the thing with the penguins?
The Countess scoffed following the sarcastic comment from Super Stripper. How little the scantily clad woman knew. The Countess, or rather the woman under the suit, was a total good Samaritan. Valerie Cartier was on the cover of business magazines, had been on television, and all because her name was on a rather tall building in the city. A building that ran a national corporation. It started as a start up. When Valerie took over from her parents, it had blossomed into an institution, and with Valerie's guidance, it had grown into a household name. The Cartier family had a media empire. They bought out smaller cable networks and periodicals and over time turned them into profitable ventures. The cartoons that families watched with their kids? The channel they were broadcast on was owned by Cartier. The gossip rags? Cartier. Cartier was a premier name in media, which was ironic considering that the C.E.O. absolutely hated the media and their vulture-like coverage of every little event.

But mainly, The Countess was scoffing towards the comment because Valerie Cartier always made charitable donations to the hospital where her father died. They named a wing after her family, even, Was it irony that a well-off media mogul was secretly living a life of crime, or was it simply because her intellect was put to better use devoted to evil deed than it was having another shareholder's meeting or deciding which cartoon to push toy sales of.

Regardless, that was neither here nor there and The Countess didn't so much as respond to the heroine's remark. Taking the bait and talking was how lesser villains lost. Never talk. Shoot first. Then talk. Talking was what the hero was doing, some remark about coffee - what a foul beverage that was. The Countess yanked the door, stopping its spinning. Another projectile was headed her way. The Countess slammed her hand downward, the door hitting the ground and piercing the concrete, standing upright, jammed into the ground, creating a shield from the projectile.

Not wanting to stay behind the shield, The Countess thrust her right arm outwards. The engine on her back spun into a silver color and a silver beam shot from her palm, attaching to the roof of the bank. The Countess shot upwards, following the trajectory of the silver beam. Before landing on the roof, the villain broke the beam, her engine spinning into a red color now. She brought her hands together, clapping, sending an aural shockwave downwards. The watching public covered their ears, the noise sounding like a high pitched shrieking, almost like a banshee, the intent of the attack to determine location.
El_Tigre said
Sophia Erinsson. Seventeen (17.) Third Year (3rd.) - From the outside world Sophia seemed like a normal girl. A normal girl with normal girl interests. Though one thing that people didn't know was that she liked girls. Not in the friendship way. But more. Whenever she imagined a happily ever after it was always a girl in her arms. She always fantasized about her first kiss being with the girl from her home room. She was stunning and they were close friends. They often spent time together and it took all of her ability not to swoon at all the adorable things she did. The way she laughed. Her crooked smile. The way she crinkled her nose with she was happy. Everything about her was perfect. They were young and stupid the day Sophia told the girl how she felt. She being confused didn't protest as she leaned in for a kiss. Though that was all that happened.Apparently some kids from their school were walking by the park they were at and saw them. The next day the entire school knew, at least the students. The rumor began to evolve into a scenario were they had done more then kiss. They began picking on the two but instead of taking the abuse, like sophia, the other girl began to say that she was drugged and Sophia took advantage of her. Which was entirely untrue. But everyone believed her and made the harassment against Sophia even worse. People began to say she was a rapist and a psycho.Eventually she couldn't take it. She even denied the fact anything at all happened to her parents and luckily they didn't question it and took her side. The harassment turned violent, kids throwing things at her and spitting on her. Sophia begged her parents to move and get away from here. Not only to get away but her Parent's had always wanted to live in Japan, it was a better economy for her fathers line of work as well. So within the next couple days they left. Once their they let Sophia stay a year out of school, getting accustomed to the language and the area. Before the year was up she understood Japanese and was ready to try school again. Mainly because the boredom was killing her. Sophia parents thinking the rumors that their daughter was a lesbian were all lies thought little of putting her into an all girls school, Lilium Academy. It would be her first day at Lillium academy coming soon and she was certainly nervous. - Sophia is rather introverted and nonchalant if you will. She tries not to get involved with other peoples affairs and seems to care little of what is going on around her as long as it has nothing to do with her. She is rather tamboyish, wearing loose clothes and long skirts. The only time she wears skirts or dresses is when it is a school mandate. Sophia often comes off as closed off and reserved. Never straying from her comfort zone. When people get to know her she is a sweet girl though the feeling she is guarded never fades. She doesn't belong to any clubs. She might change her mind the more comfortable she gets with the school. History. She likes to swim but she doesn't trust being on a team and getting close to people unsettles her.She likes drawing though she's not very good at it. And she will rarely show her work. Being uncomfortably close to people.Being asked about her past.Despite her poor diet she is very fit. She runs every morning with a healthy breakfast. Though after that she is often found with sweet or fried food. Most people don't know how she keeps her figure with how bad of food she is constantly found with. She loves anything sugary and especially if it tastes like strawberries.


Yeah this seems fine.Now our resident southern belle character has someone to talk to in native tongues. And then they can speak English together.
Reiko continued to stare downward at the floor, until her ears pricked up at the mention of the nickname, one of them anyway, that she so hated. Lifting her head, her cheeks still red as an apple, her expression changed from embarrassed to outright annoyance, annoyance that was frightfully close to anger. It was bad enough that she was forced into this performance, this utterly wasteful performance, it was now made worse as her eyes detected not just the pink haired Aino-san, but her little buddy, the one who so insisted on spreading another nickname Reiko hated. Red Shorts. Sitting next to the wonder duo was Kawase-senpai, who, inbetween her slight applause, was looking quite satisfied by way of smug expression on her face.

"Oh my GOD, I can't believe that worked!" Kawase said, rising from her chair. She began to chuckle, followed by Yazawa. Kawase made her way up to the front of the room, placing her hand on Reiko's shoulder, chuckling all the while. "You actually went through with it. I told Yazawa you would chicken out. I owe her a piece of cake!"

Reiko now looked around in confusion, eyes darting between her senpai and her classmates who were, if Reiko recalled correctly, uninvited. "What are you talking about, Kawase-senpai?"

"Ko-Ko, when has the drama club EVER put on a performance for the recruitment drive? We've got a booth and flyers, like everyone else." Kawase was holding back a fit of laughter. Reiko was finally putting everything together, and her eyes widened as the revelation hit her.

"So all this...was just...?" Reiko asked, stunned.

"That's right. A little prank, Ko-Ko. Oh man, you should've seen your face after you kissed Yazawa."

"You know, Kawase-san, Ko-Ko was really into it. She put effort into that kiss, and it was just rehearsal!" Yazawa couldn't resist getting her jabs in as well.

Reiko remained silent. What could she say? Sure, she could start shouting, start letting loose how wrong, how juvenile such a prank was, but what good would it serve? She gave a final look towards Aino and Aino's hanger-on, her eyes full of annoyance towards them, silently cursing them for bearing witness to this, for showing up after being told not to. And with a final look of disgust towards Yazawa and Kawase, Reiko rushed out of the club room, closing the door hard behind her.

She had no set destination in mind. She just wanted to get away, to put distance between herself and the club room. She set off down the hallway, not looking over her shoulder, her feet breaking into a jog.
SailorMoon said
Fabri, do you plan on posting as Reiko today? (: that would be awesome.


When I'm at home, yes.
Didn't read anything past the word yuri in the title.

I'm down.
Raineh Daze said
I disagree because I can at least get some distance into Bethesda games without dying of boredom. NV suffers from pacing like that. Also, . D<


It's a desert. A brown desert. A big ol' brown desert with giant bugs. I liked New Vegas' setting more than D.C.

If only because I didn't have to go into subway tunnels and wonder why it looked like the bombs had only recently dropped and not centuries after the fact the whole time. And then I met the Brotherhood of Steel and evil super mutants and I just stopped caring about Fallout 3. And then I played Skyrim and quit that after two hours because Bethesda's strength is not in making interesting quests or things to explore.

Also I will forever hate Fallout 3 for the bullshit ending and how they 'fixed' it but in the process had Ron Perlman essentially tell the player that they were a huge coward for being smarter than the game.

I kind of give Obsidian all the praise in the world because they're the studio that came from the studio that made Planescape: Torment. Now that's a goddamn game.
Rin said
I... Could never get into Skyrim for some reason. ^^; Was more into New Vegas, really....


That is because Obsidian makes better games than Bethesda.

That is because Obsidian makes the best WRPGS.

That is because Obsidian has Chris Avellone.

Chris Avellone is amazing.

Obsidian is amazing. Obsidian looked at Fallout 3 and went "Oh, that's cute how you totally disregard established canon and chronology and your setting makes no sense given the time period. Step aside, we'll show you how to make a real Fallout 3, because this team is made up of dudes what made Fallout 2." And then years before that they looked at BioWare and was all "Wow that Star Wars game you guys made sure was nifty. Step aside, we'll show you how to make a Star Wars story that a lot of people will dislike because instead of a simple 'WHOAMG PLOT TWEEST', instead we're making a story dissecting and debating the incredibly stupid duality that is the Star Wars Force system. An intelligent look at a deeply flawed concept will be overlooked by the average gamer who will take the incredibly well written character of Kreia and just go 'SHE'S OLD AND SHE DOESN'T DEAL IN LIGHT OR DARK SIDE I HATE HER SO ANNOYING.' Because we're Obsidian, and we make great games and get constantly screwed over by publishers and forced deadlines."

I may have a slight obsession with Obsidian.

I make no apologies.
Rusalka said
All day errday! \m/


You're clearly biased.
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