Tired of it already?

[faust]

Sigh~

This place was growing to just look like his old school back in New York. One pointless fight after another. And the thing that bugged him the most was that some of these kid's weren't even that talented to begin with. A majority of them were just a bunch of fucking amateurs looking to impress a group behind them. Faust'd roll his eyes. Wasn't every high school like this?

I suppose so.

Could it just be for the sake of the fight or just pure boredom?

I would go for the latter.

He basically figured that the answer wasn't just around the corner. Something was telling him that there was going to be a decisive battle to prove his theory correct. Primitive reaction-time, slowed survival rate... They didn't come off like fighters at all. Just a bunch of spoiled little brats looking to show off. There was going to be a point where Faust might just have to snap and show these kid's a real fight. Wait- what was this now? Varronites and Hircinians? Going at it? Ah, yes. Now, it would all come back to him. Faust remembered reading up bits and pieces of information about how the infamous Varron Academy had been brought to it's knee's and a majority of their students had been transferred here. Irony~ This would definitely give the theory a whole different look now. Not only out of boredom to start a fight, it could simply be because that these Hircinian's were afraid to have their hierarchy broken by a few Varronite outbreaks. Maybe that was it. He wasn't at all sure at this point, but he would figure it all out in due time. Then again, did he care enough? Obviously not. But it gave him something to do, ya know? And here was his chance to get more information~! The school was of decent design, similar to his old school in New York. The busy hallway (packed full of students, mind you!) led to one bump too many and finally there had to be one agitated outburst. Faust just "happened" to be involved. The senior clearly all up against him would growl and push up against him. Faust would merely smirk, looking down at him, being that he was just seven feet tall, he towered over the student body like it was nothing.

"You'd best back the fuck up."

Faust said coldly, a half-grin and snicker following quietly afterward. Since when we're words good enough to stop an oncoming brawl. One that would obviously prove his theory right. That these kid's were inexperienced and held little value to any true fighter. A punch had already been thrown. A quick jab from his opponent, nothing special. An obvious fake-out, but then again... Faust was all about throwing back his combatants pride ten fold, winning completely. It was automatic for him to have his palm already raised, ready to grasp the oncoming jab. A Liddell-esque move would soon come to follow~ This kid only had one chance and it had been spent.

With one quick, fluid motion... Faust would step into the senior so that he had the proper leverage, his other hand coming up to push the student back forcibly onto the floor. He'd take a step, allowing the student time to get up and re-think his strategy. Faust'd roll his neck to the right, cracking it several times in the process. Next move, this kid was going to be out for the count. Nothing flashy. He just wanted to prove that in two simple offensive moves that a Varronite could be taken down without much effort. And quite honestly, he would have all the time in the world to put this kid through hell... But, he was just simply proving a point. To himself, that is. Not like anyone had a clue what he was up to. It was just a quick little fight to start off his day! And with that, the student jerked himself up from his last position off the ground and went to charge Faust once again. This time, he'd feel it more than anything. Throwing yet another jab at him, this time at the face, Faust would move to the left, taking hold of his opponents forearm. Once again turning the tables. Faust would simply send him to the ground once again, this time with a follow-up.

Bye-bye~! ♥

He would deliberately fall back with the student, raising his right elbow in the process of it all, driving it into the back of the senior's skull as he made connection with the floor. A spurt of blood here and there, an oozing gash from the lower-end of the skull, and this fight was through. Faust wasn't feeling very flashy today. Just felt like getting things done. Efficiently. He'd get up from the relaxed position and move past the awed students around him that managed to form a decent circle of crowd around the fight. They better get used to this kind of behavior with him around.

"Hircinians and Varronites clash, ne? No need to worry about that kind of stuff. Worry about the fighters that don't actually seek attention."

[lazy]

((Aww, man. You.))

"I guess we shouldn't worry about you, then?"

Kai was crouched in the front, examining the body, speaking to Faust, but not looking directly at him. The body didn't move, even as Kai poked it here and there. How violent. But look at that guy. He's huge! Kai's eyes narrowed. Deeply disturbed, or just bored. I'd put my money on bored. He sighed and stepped back as the blood-red liquid began to flow his way. In the condition his AF1's were in, Kai wouldn't have cared, but he liked white shoes. Not red ones.

"How bored do you have to be?" Kai said again, as the crowd began to disperse, but Kai stayed, still looking at the body. Impressive force. I wouldn't be surprised if he wakes up a week later, having no idea who he is..... Part of Kai wanted to leave. It was already clear this huge kid was, well, a little messed up.

The other wanted to.... find out more about him....

[king]

(((The school is not constantly full of fights yet....Hircine is a very tightly controlled school, so wouldn't be up to full blown conflict unless one side had done something significant. Neither has, so saying it has gone that far is unfounded)))

"Take him to the nurse, now."

Kurtz spoke more abruptly than his usual manner suggested, and whether this was his true demeanor or him just playing his role was something to be guessed. Things had become stressful with the Varronites arrival, but not because of their actions, but rather those of the students at the school. The unbalance gave some delusion of freedom and power, neither of which could be tolerated. With the plan decided among Pillars on how to deal with this situation, it was obvious that such displays could not be tolerated.

"He is not used to living a peacefully, and you abuse his newfound confusion with violence. you are actively disrupting school academic policy. I want this kid in the infirmary now."

Kurtz's order continued to be rather broadly thrown, sending all in the hallway to a halt. Most know full and well the consequences of defying a Pillar, especially Kurtz. He was the hardest to get to act, but the most wrathful when doing so. His order though sent a clear message for those who were familiar with the system though. It was first given to the giant to answer, in which he could do so and thus escape punishment. If not, it would be up to those who had been listening to answer. The boy who tried to engage the giant but wasn't given time to hear his answer would be expected to fulfill it, as he had placed himself into the matter. The body would eventually be moved, and if the giant didn't respond the hall around them would empty until there were only people behind each of them.

This was a perfectly practiced routine, one programmed by the times by the frequency in which they were done, programming into the mind subconsciously by witnessing just one. The giant, despite his size, would be made an example of. If the giant didn't move the body to the infirmary, all he would accomplish was to show he didn't know that yet.

[faust]

He'd roll his eyes again. More of an inconvience for him. Another kid just looking to make an impression or simply maintain the peace? Boy, he was full of fuckin' questions today, wasn't he?! No matter. It's not like he'd pay the boy any heed. There was no point to it. Faust'd roll his shoulder-blades into a more relaxed position as he shifted his weight to the left, positioning himself to turn around facing the boy completely. A confrontation, ne? His bell would glisten against the hallway's lighting fixture, growling for satisfaction. This guy would have to do. Hopefully he'd put up more of fight than that other kid. Then again, Pillar's usually are able to show some promise on the battlefield. Afterall, Faust had been one back in New York.

Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle~

"And what, might I ask, would you ATTEMPT to do to me if I don't take this waste of life to the infirmary? ...Before you even answer that. Ask yourself. Can you insure that you won't end up the same way if your attempt fails~?"

His words were cool, slipping through his treacherous lips, slicing the tense air to ribbons. This giant although having his own set of weaknesses, would not be taken lightly. He'd roll up his long-sleeved shirt, curling them up by his elbow's. There were a few moments left after his statement for the boy to reply, giving Faust the chance to analyze. About 6"2, much lighter weight in comparison to him... Drawing his conclusion. He'd have enough information from just that to set out his goal for the fight. Whether this Pillar was asking for confrontation or not, he'd caught Faust's attention. There was another student at the scene too. A little on the scrawny side. But he seemed to disappear from his sight, as he focused back on the impending fight. For the large figure he had, Faust had an above average reach. Enough for him to intiate or counter the first blow, if the Pillar chose to engage. Students would pass them in the hallway, the crowd dispersing somewhat. Classes were just about to start, third period. The hallway would soon be empty. Less of a hassle for him to deal with when /handling/ the Pillar.

Let's see what this school's Pillar system is really made of~

[king]

"Well, I could probably attempt many things today, but those I can guarantee are the vandalism on any property you have on campus, the failure of the classes you can take, and the usual ass-kicking. Of course, I have to admit that is all I can guarantee."

Kurtz was speaking truthfully now, as all these things could be organized and implemented before the day was done. He was giving the student time to reconsider, as Kurtz only made a gamble like this when he was sure he could win. He had the benefit of watching his opponent fight once already, and had more time to size him up during so. Kurtz had planned to make an example out of him.....and he knew there was no chance of him being stopped under current circumstances.

Kurtz saw the boys actions, and read through them instantly. He thought he bought himself some time, though Kurtz would have given it to him freely. He was an example after all, sneak attacks and rushes would make less of a show. He had made the mistake of not taking the initiative he was given, which showed despite his advantages he had no idea how to truly capitalize on them. As the crowd began to disperse, not wanting to see what would happen to the fool, one word escaped Kurtz's mouth. It was not yelled, it was merely spoken. That was all he needed to do.

"Stop."

The entire hallway stopped in its tracks and looked back at the fight. They had been ordered to watch, and despite outnumbering Kurtz heavily not one dared defy him. They knew that if there was one Pillar you didn't ignore, it was him.

Kurtz rotated his shoulders, tossing his jacket off them before letting it slide down his arms effortlessly. He tossed it behind him, hands from the crowd instinctively reaching out to catch it rather than be blamed for letting it hit the floor. Kurtz's arms could be seen as they seemed to almost tear at his sleeves. They were not well-defined by the common sense of the word, but the muscles were obvious to those who knew what they were meant to look like. These were not the muscles of one who intended to slather them with oil and put them on display, these were the muscles that one intended to use, the ones that one would expect of someone who lived a life of heavy labor. They were muscles that were built to be used.

"Well, I see your fight before couldn't have been avoided by common sense."

With that last quip, Kurtz began his advance, running toward his opponent despite the lack of distance. It was true that he lacked the room to gain any significant momentum to strike with the run, but he was forcing his opponent to do something they could never compete with him in, gambling. He had three choices. He could wait to see what Kurtz did after choosing his range of choice, which would end badly for him no matter what happened. He could play it safe and turn entirely defensive, which while promising the significant damage would be done would give Kurtz control of the fight and sacrifice his only real advantage, his range. His last choice was really to strike first, which meant if he didn't stop Kurt he would be in a worse situation than staying as he was.

Of course, Kurtz would know what decision he would make when he did, so really the only hope he had was to do what he was most comfortable with.

[faust]

Click, click, click~

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king said:

" He could play it safe and turn entirely defensive, which while promising the significant damage would be done would give Kurtz control of the fight and sacrifice his only real advantage, his range. His last choice was really to strike first, which meant if he didn't stop Kurt he would be in a worse situation than staying as he was.

((OoC: Breakin' the fourth wall is fuuuuun, ja~?))

Range. Hmm. Faust would think on this for a little bit within those very few seconds as Kurtz came, charging in. This wasn't the brightest move on his part, simply because there were probably one hundred and one ways for him to take the offensive, defensive, or simply just avoid the situation all-together. Kurtz lacked this one thing in particular, range. Charging toward Faust would lessen any maneuverable space. For both of them. Kurtz had literally ldriven himself into the ground before the first fist had been thrown. Ya know what? There was only one way to take care of this situation and throw back this kid's "gambling" obsession ten fold. He'd simply sigh and watch as the gap was beginning to come to a close. Now, for his own little gamble. A chance that would definetly give Faust the upper-hand.

One step.

Faust would simply take one step into the charging Kurtz, knowing full-well there would be nowhere for him to go. There would be no time for him to cock back a fist or anything along those lines. He'd either slam forcibly into Faust and get thrown a beating or suffer what Faust had planned from the beginning. With his fist already positioned correctly, depending on how Kurtz moved... Faust would either send it to make impact with his jaw or prep his leg to come up for sudden collision with his opponent's abdomen if the attack hadn't gone the way he had planned.


Throw back the opponent's pride. Win. Completely.

[korin]

'What the fuck?'

Korin had turned a corner quickly because he heard some fuss, but all his eyes seemed to catch at first was the nearly dead body lying on the floor. He stopped for a moment, staring up at the small scattered crowd around the area, and then decided he would access the situation. He allowed his own eyes to scan the eyes of others, looking over them and absorbing all that was in their eyes. When he came in, there was a taller man looking in a very annoyed face at an angered smaller kid. This smaller kid was unfortunately one of the pillar type people of the school. Using that and the body which was near those two he decided that the taller boy had gotten into a fight.. and won... and that this pillar was pestering him for it. This taller boy didn't look like the type who would back down, and therefore conflict was unavoidable. Korin looked further, and saw that a lot of the horrified looks were looking toward the taller boy. It must have been a brutal execution.

'This is fuckin' perfect. Finally a chance to show this school exactly what I am capable of, but first I have to choose a side. Gah hell, there are too many people here living by the rules. It's about time these pillars got crushed.'

Korin looked in front of him, and as the two began their fight he found himself already running toward someone in the crowd facing the fight. The guy glanced back slightly but that would not save him. Korin's last foot planted in front of the crowd-member, and his elbow hit the boy in the upper back in a solid and hard manner. The general force of this sent the crowd member forward, and his head cracking on the tile floor not to far from the fighting. Korin advanced forward on the boy, who began to raise himself to his hands and knees in a daze. His foot planted once again, except this time it was on the back of the kid's head. He laughed as the kid's face planted into the already slightly-blood floor, and a squirt of blood emitted from his crushed nose. Korin then looked up at the fight, seeing if they had looked over, if not he would talk anyway.

"I think you should be a little more concerned with the student's being actively destroyed than that guy. Did you come here to help students or just to fight you measly little ungrateful pillar?"

Korin let a chuckle escape from his own sadistic smirk. He was beginning to like this character a little more, the arrogant evil prick character he played at times was interesting. The way his steps went from brutal to graceful in mere moments, not twitching, not having any ill reaction to his own sick acts of darkness. Just simply walking forward, speaking in a thick snake-like voice, that seeped into the ears and forcefully prodded at the brain. Korin made a point on keeping his eye on the character crouching over the body, since he seemed to be a lot less frightened than the surrounding crowd.

[king]

(((Or, you know, you could realize that every pro-noun in that sentenced would have referred to Faust, instead of being so stupid as to think that a person who refereed to the tall character as "the giant", actually thought he had range.

Cause, you know, a person is likely to easily forget that thier opponent is freakishly tall. I guess if you weren't so busy thinking I was an idiot you might have made a decent counter, but you lost your chance.

Oh, and I recommend you PM me with anything you think will work against this, because it most likely won't and I doubt you want your first significant thread to be remembered any worse because you argued the impossible.)))


Kurtz made no change in his run as he saw his opponent adjust to prepare himself. It seemed that Kurtz's initial read on him was true, and his personality was clearly visible to Kurtz now.

Yes, Kurtz had won, and he had chosen wisely in his example.

Kurtz did not slow down at all, instead speeding up. As he neared his opponent, his actions became irrelevant. The positioning he had given himself gave Kurtz a clean shot, and he would take it. Oddly enough, it was the giant's own stature that had done him in.

As Kurtz seemed to enter the range of his opponents attacks, he raised his arms close to his body, as though he was attempting to block the blow that would rise. It was obvious though they would never make it in time, but in truth they were not going to be defensive. As Kurtz neared, he raised his leading foot higher off the ground and pushed off the leg that had stepped forward, as this move bought him the millisecond he needed while not actually requiring the draw back any other response did. All this opponents counter blows that were visible from his stance were designed to fly upward to their target or shoot forward toward him, both of which relied on him staying in the same position. With this one unexpected step he had thrown every move the fighter intended to launch off target, and there was not enough time for either of them to even think of another move. Luckily, Kurtz had expected his opponent would abuse his range and planned his attack on avoidance rather than offense. The second his opponent showed his stance, Kurtz had thought of a plan and won.

Now both inside his opponents guard and escaping his opponents attempts to stop him earlier, Kurtz now had free reign to enact his plan. His hands that were raised earlier grabbed the giants head on it's sides and held it in place. Continuing the natural running motion, Kurtz then slammed his other legs knee into his opponents nose, who would be unable to evade of even lessen the damage because of the grab. While such an attack could easily break the boys nose, that wasn't the point of it. His opponent, being so tall, had a higher center of gravity than most, which meant he was more susceptible to being thrown off balance than other opponents. He would be tossed back by the blow, and would be sent to the floor. Kurtz would go with him, with his hands holding his face firmly under his knee. Kurtz's entire body weight and the added force of gravity would slam the giants head into the tile floor. The fight was over, Kurtz had won in a single move.

From the second his opponent underestimated him, he had lost. There was no one at the school who could take such a heavy blow to the back of the head and remain conscious. It became impossible to stop him the second he took that step forward, his limbs being so long that any hopes of reacting to such a short range assault that quickly was impossible. He had looked at Kurtz's inferior stature and only seen weakness, where as Kurtz looked at his opponent and sought ways to abuse his strengths. The only difference between being astute and judgmental was a matter of basic respect, which his opponent clearly lacked.

In short, war was a man's game, and his opponent was clearly still a child. Perhaps if he grew up a little he could make an impact on the school. Already, all around him, the snickering began as any clout he held dissolved. He would be seen now as nothing more than a freakish bully, though only the latter being true. The boy had clearly lost more than his good looks in the fight.

It was at this time he was privileged to be able to turn around and be shown his new guest, who was clearly not impressing anyone by acting like a spineless dick. Sneaking up on a unconscious student and abusing him because the authority was busy was no way of earning respect or support, and the students had enjoyed real leaders long enough to know that.

"You."

Kurtz pointed at the new student that had arrived, and was now stuck. The crowd wouldn't let him away now, never wishing to anger Kurtz. It was clear that now he too would have to deal with Kurtz, and if he were foolish enough to ignore the example just made of the giant then he would meet a worse penalty.

"Since your so concerned about the student body, you can carry the big one to the infirmary."

Slight chuckles emanated from the surrounding students, mostly out of the release of tension then anything else. Kurtz's elementary victory put him in a good mood, which meant Korin now had a chance to get off the hook. Kurtz had gotten his example, and then escaped scrutiny of the crowd with his light-hearted nature, though he didn't really need to with such perfect scape-goats appearing.

Kurtz began to walk forward to the victim of the first fight, intending to carry him there himself since the newest challenger had prevented him being taken like Kurtz had ordered earlier. The challenger could pick a fight and be publicly shamed like the last guy, could start yelling at Kurtz and lose even more standing, walk off and accept his losses, or actually drag the downed giant to the infirmary. In the end, he had simply given his newest challenger a means of salvaging the wreck he got himself into, as there were no bets he could make to hurt Kurtz significantly.

Kurtz began to reached down for the first victim. If Korin intended to stop him he could try, and Kurtz would deal with him just like the last one. If not he would simply pick up the poor student and head to the nurse. Whether Korin decided to be beaten or massacred was up to him.

[faust]

((OoC: Alright. Let's analyze the situation, shall we? You basically just fucking blew off everything in my last thread. So I'll re-iterate. Running and charging? Pretty damn close to being the same fucking thing. EITHER WAY. You would have NO WAY to prep up to avoid a blow. You basically jumped forward, struck at the face, and then slammed me into the ground, no? Not. Possible. Especially when I had an intial attack ready AND secondary offensive manuever just in case of any mess-ups. You jump towards me, you'd still be getting cracked in the jaw and/or abdomen depending on how you moved, genius. And with the momentum you have built up already, the attack, if nailed correctly in the facial region... You'd most likely be sent to the ground unconscious or just stunned. Your pick. And if you MANAGED to find some way to avoid the first attack, Faust's leg would be already positioned to kick up and strike you. Either sending you back on to the floor, or where-ever else you would choose to fall. Either way, your whole last post pretty much goes the way you want and does not cooperate with my own.))

[king]

(((Oh no, I read your post, it was just horrible in every sense. You had time to do something, I had time to see it and act accordingly at the same time...... and considering I only charged in my post, it is assumed I would have time to form an attack before hand. You tried to step forward, with the intent I'd slam into you or be stopped by your attacks. I didn't prep anything, I just continued the natural motion of running. I also sped up during the run, throwing off all your advanced aiming. You secondary attack is not only a slow one, as you had to bring your back leg forward and up before I rise. By the time your alternate attack would start to be used it would be useless. You assault was so easily avoided I only needed to recognize it to find a way to prolong my time.

I'll recap in a short version for you. I charged, giving you a chance to post before I wrote my attack so you could take a stance according to your response. You then god-mod insulted me for giving the courtesy of a post where most would just go ahead an attack, and act like a dick about my last post....and then I accept your god modding and beat your poor fighting anyway, with a knockout blow. So if your going to think of a counter, do it, instead of trying to continue the bullshit of your horrible post.)))

[faust]

XDDDD Jesus. You have to be one of the most ignorant people I've met in awhile. Congrats, man. You take the cake.

Alright, man. LISTEN UP. You continue the motion of running, you WOULD fall into me. No matter what you say, you would. You're wrong. The space between us was small in the hallway. There was no time for you to prep the attack you made. If you continued the motion of running, I woulda' just cracked you in the jaw as you came forward upon me. It would have been unavoidable aswell, seeing as you pretty much pushed forward to jump and somehow "knee" me in the face. You lose, dude. I woulda' cracked Kurtz in the face/throat/chest depending on how you jumped forward. It would more than likely be the face. Meaning you would have been OUT. Done.


YOU GOD-MODDED. ACCEPT IT.


Don't even dare, and I mean, dare accuse me of god-modding. Or I swear, I will make your life a living hell from this day forward.

Understood?

[Odin Reeves]

[Being a semi-neutral thrid party, as well as a middle man in terms of power, I'm going to set it forth as it is. Faust, your post was poorly written to say the least. The distance between your character and Kurtz was unknown to my knowledge, no one stated an exact distance, and despite Kurtz saying it wasn't enough to get into a full sprint, that doesn't mean that it was just a few feet away. If he had room to run at all, it's a better distance then your thinking of.

Now, stop making idle-threats that you can't live up to. Either post IC with a belivable response, whether it's defending or being Knocked out, and move on. If not then Mr. Boss man will step into this, and if you think that's an idle threat then your more ignorant then you believe Kurtz to be.]

[faust]

reeves said:

[Being a semi-neutral thrid party, as well as a middle man in terms of power, I'm going to set it forth as it is. Faust, your post was poorly written to say the least. The distance between your character and Kurtz was unknown to my knowledge, no one stated an exact distance, and despite Kurtz saying it wasn't enough to get into a full sprint, that doesn't mean that it was just a few feet away. If he had room to run at all, it's a better distance then your thinking of.

Now, stop making idle-threats that you can't live up to. Either post IC with a belivable response, whether it's defending or being Knocked out, and move on. If not then Mr. Boss man will step into this, and if you think that's an idle threat then your more ignorant then you believe Kurtz to be.]

Yes, that last post was rushed. But it was enough to build decent enough situation for all of this to go about. But thank you for the input, Odin. It's okay, I've had two Mod's tell me I'm right in this situation. It kinda sucks when my only moderator defense goes online, ya know? But it's all good. I'll post my reply tomorrow. Because I can assure you that because you godded me, Kurtz, I think I might have to retaliate with the same. Nulling out your last "invincible" combo.

Haven't decided yet.

Or you could make this easy on yourself, Kurtz, and actually take the hit and suck it up.

[Leon Loire]

That's it, I'm getting involved. This is getting petty, and someone needs to state a decision here and now.

I'm about to read this entire thread MYSELF, and see what seems right to me. Any post by ANYONE, and that includes Kurtz, and I will instantly lock this thread.

I will post a second time with my result. Whatever it may be, I expect it to be followed; no excuses, no bitching.

This is getting rediculous. Faust, I don't give a damn if Kurtz is godmodding, you DO NOT speak to a Moderator in any dumbass fashion, got it? You're a new member; you know your damn place of respect. If you keep this shit up, I will suspend you, understood?

Now, give me some time to figure this shit out, I just can't believe you all couldn't figure something out legitly, and had to argue over the OOC. Now leave this thread be until I've decided. So 'get.

[Director Troutman]

Alrighty, I had initially intended for this thread to be left be, in the hopes that both present IC members could carry on and step past this pathetic flaming on one another, but apparently such a luxury is not present.

Firstly, Faust, I'm sorry but I have to fully agree with Leon. You may be frustrated or whatnot with Kurtz for his actions, but that gives you no right to berate a staff-member in public on the forum. Had you chosen to do so in a PM or however, keeping it private and therefore between yourselves, this would likely not have come up. This thread is now officially over, I'm sorry but the manner it has regressed to is what I will NOT allow on this forum.

Secondly, Leon, I do not intend to demean you, and I can accept that you may be as frustrated as any party here, but as a veteran of this site you know all well that respect is not given freely. You earn it, and whether it be a staff member, a newcomer, even me, you only get the respect you make the effort to get from someone. This is one big mess, and I feel that we need to get a little time-out going on here for everyone.

All things considered, and the fact I'm in a hell of a good mood tonight, I'm going to pull a big sheet over this thread and consider it snuffed out. If I see ANY more of this flaming, OOC, IC, whatever, between any of the parties present however, do not think I will be maintaining such calm for very long.

This is now over, any more posts to this, and I'm issuing warnings.