The Last Meatbag
Avenger
- Joined
- Oct 31, 2004
- Messages
- 19,415
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 31
do ummmmm.........."Ready, Steady, Go" by Paul Oakenfold 
Hype: Movie II: The Unofficial Sequel Sign-up
- Thread starter BATFREDDIE
- Start date
The Last Meatbag
Avenger
- Joined
- Oct 31, 2004
- Messages
- 19,415
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 31
nah, its got to be all action movie-esque
The Last Meatbag
Avenger
- Joined
- Oct 31, 2004
- Messages
- 19,415
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 31
Or "Right Here Right Now" by Fatboy Slim, or "American Cliche" by filter to fit how the movie has all cliches in it..........Im clever
The Last Meatbag
Avenger
- Joined
- Oct 31, 2004
- Messages
- 19,415
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 31
Its a good song for thinking of kick ass stuff.....like a giant fight scene
Tsunulia
Queen of the Kitties
- Joined
- Mar 12, 2006
- Messages
- 12,224
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 31
The Last Meatbag said:Its a good song for thinking of kick ass stuff.....like a giant fight scene
Haha, I only got that CD because my friend's step sis danced to it in our school talent show with some of her friends, and "The Rockafeller Skank" was pretty popular.
Anyway, I'll look for "American Cliche" by Filter.
Master Chief
á(ಠçಠá)
- Joined
- Jul 18, 2003
- Messages
- 27,666
- Reaction score
- 1
- Points
- 58
It's a text trailer... script trailer... 
Master Chief
á(ಠçಠá)
- Joined
- Jul 18, 2003
- Messages
- 27,666
- Reaction score
- 1
- Points
- 58
He didn't give you what he had done? 
Master Chief
á(ಠçಠá)
- Joined
- Jul 18, 2003
- Messages
- 27,666
- Reaction score
- 1
- Points
- 58
omfg, sum*****!! I'm gonna go rogue and post unofficial crap.
Superman79
Superman79 Returns
- Joined
- May 11, 2005
- Messages
- 12,498
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 31
is it too late to get in on this?? I always wanted to be in movies 
Superman79
Superman79 Returns
- Joined
- May 11, 2005
- Messages
- 12,498
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 31
Tsunulia said:It's never too late. Just post your character bio.
cool, quick question, are we basing characters on us, or just characters we come up with? cause I could really do either...
Master Chief
á(ಠçಠá)
- Joined
- Jul 18, 2003
- Messages
- 27,666
- Reaction score
- 1
- Points
- 58
Doesn't really matter.
Superman79
Superman79 Returns
- Joined
- May 11, 2005
- Messages
- 12,498
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 31
Ok, well since there are already a bunch of assassins in the movie already I'll go with one of my other characters...
NAME: Demon Knight
REAL NAME: Simon Bishop
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'3"
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: Blue
CLOTHES: a dark burgandy and black mask in the style of Grifter of W.I.L.D.C.A.T.S, Usually with a black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, calf-high combat boots, dark burgandy gloves/gauntlets, combat holster on the right hip, sword sheath on his back, and either a black trenchcoat or black waist length coat
WEAPONS: Sword of St. Michael (a double edged sword with a pommel similar to a katana, forged in the waters of the River Judea from a piece of St. Michaels sword used in the first battle with Lucifer), a Holy water treated 1 1/2 long blade that springs from a wrist attached system, modified MP5 machine gun, 2 HK USP8 extended barrel handguns with auto toggle. All guns are loaded with bullets dipped in Holy water.
POWERS: Sarcastic as hell, given almost superhuman strength and agility (not to mention tolerance for a beating) from having his spirit forged with that of Cabbot. Has extensive knowledge of swordplay and martial arts as well as the Heavenly arts of battle. Expert on all things demonic or magical.
ORIGIN: Demons walk the earth. Believe it or not. They're there, killing sacrificing, and waiting to unleash hell. That's where Simon Bishop comes in. Once an average college student at Notre Dame, fate intervined on fateful night. His history Professor, affectionately known as Coach Al, passed on the mantle of the Demon Knight. For years a secret Vatican organiztion hunted and tracked demons, in order to protect Earth from the second coming of hell.
The mantle of the Demon Knight is passed to worthy successors, and has been since the Crucifixion, with Joeseph of Aremathea being the first. What the mantle is, is the spirit of a demon, Cabbot, who defected from hell to assist Michael the archangel at the lowest part of the heaven and hell war. Since then, a piece of Cabbot's essence has remained to serve as earths protector, giving the chosen one the powers needed to face superhuman demons.
Simon wears the mask (which has existed in some form for all Demon Knights through the ages) to protect himself from the demons finding those he cares about, and even more importantly, to avoid identification by the ever-present student body and worse, the media (secret quest/war with demons remember?) Now as a grad student at Notre Dame, he continues his fight with the help of Coach Al his mentor, his best friends Patton and Biff, and his sister Allie.
He's sarcastic as hell, loves wisecracks, and never takes life too seriously, unless the 4 Princes of Hell are involved (them or a Chirax demon). He gets his fair share of the ladies, and can seem cocky, but he's really a sweetheart.
"You know those things that go bump in the night? Yeah, I'm the guy that bumps back..."
AFFILIATIONS: Whoever needs a hand
NAME: Demon Knight
REAL NAME: Simon Bishop
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'3"
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: Blue
CLOTHES: a dark burgandy and black mask in the style of Grifter of W.I.L.D.C.A.T.S, Usually with a black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, calf-high combat boots, dark burgandy gloves/gauntlets, combat holster on the right hip, sword sheath on his back, and either a black trenchcoat or black waist length coat
WEAPONS: Sword of St. Michael (a double edged sword with a pommel similar to a katana, forged in the waters of the River Judea from a piece of St. Michaels sword used in the first battle with Lucifer), a Holy water treated 1 1/2 long blade that springs from a wrist attached system, modified MP5 machine gun, 2 HK USP8 extended barrel handguns with auto toggle. All guns are loaded with bullets dipped in Holy water.
POWERS: Sarcastic as hell, given almost superhuman strength and agility (not to mention tolerance for a beating) from having his spirit forged with that of Cabbot. Has extensive knowledge of swordplay and martial arts as well as the Heavenly arts of battle. Expert on all things demonic or magical.
ORIGIN: Demons walk the earth. Believe it or not. They're there, killing sacrificing, and waiting to unleash hell. That's where Simon Bishop comes in. Once an average college student at Notre Dame, fate intervined on fateful night. His history Professor, affectionately known as Coach Al, passed on the mantle of the Demon Knight. For years a secret Vatican organiztion hunted and tracked demons, in order to protect Earth from the second coming of hell.
The mantle of the Demon Knight is passed to worthy successors, and has been since the Crucifixion, with Joeseph of Aremathea being the first. What the mantle is, is the spirit of a demon, Cabbot, who defected from hell to assist Michael the archangel at the lowest part of the heaven and hell war. Since then, a piece of Cabbot's essence has remained to serve as earths protector, giving the chosen one the powers needed to face superhuman demons.
Simon wears the mask (which has existed in some form for all Demon Knights through the ages) to protect himself from the demons finding those he cares about, and even more importantly, to avoid identification by the ever-present student body and worse, the media (secret quest/war with demons remember?) Now as a grad student at Notre Dame, he continues his fight with the help of Coach Al his mentor, his best friends Patton and Biff, and his sister Allie.
He's sarcastic as hell, loves wisecracks, and never takes life too seriously, unless the 4 Princes of Hell are involved (them or a Chirax demon). He gets his fair share of the ladies, and can seem cocky, but he's really a sweetheart.
"You know those things that go bump in the night? Yeah, I'm the guy that bumps back..."
AFFILIATIONS: Whoever needs a hand
Superman79
Superman79 Returns
- Joined
- May 11, 2005
- Messages
- 12,498
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 31
Tsunulia said:^^^Me likes
Thanks Tsunulia, I've actually been toying with that character for a long time, glad I could finally use him
The Spawn
Better Than You
- Joined
- Aug 10, 2002
- Messages
- 19,505
- Reaction score
- 1
- Points
- 31
Just for the hell of it, I'll post the first 10 minutes of the original movie:
[Play- Linkin Park - Reanimation - 01 - Opening.mp3]
FADE IN ON:
The stars and planets are scattered across a dark canvas labeled by mankind as ‘Space.’ A painting not done by Picasso, Michelangelo, or even Leonardo da Vinci, but one done by a being known by many as God. His finger the paintbrush, and quintessence the paint. It took seven days to paint it, and changes every time. A star moves a few paces from its original position, or explodes every century. And that is what makes it at all times vigorous. At all times animate. At all times shifting. It is not 4 ft x 2 ft, or a scribble on a piece of lined paper. It is infinite x infinite, miles and miles of fundamental nature containing one object we know very much about. Earth. We are taken to this planet at a blinding speed. China. Australia. Africa. We can see them all, but for now, we zero in on America. North East. We cut through dark clouds below the inky remnants of the scorched sky. We hear wind as we sail, like a glider, over the black ambiance. We freefall downward into the murkiness, via the clouds, and slow down to a snails velocity. We slow down to see the sky. We slow down to reminisce. We slow down to recollect. During this time, I want YOU, the reader, to ask yourself one question. One inquiry…one little tiny thing…consisting of just three words…three simple words…Are You Ready?
[Stop- Linkin Park - Reanimation - 01 - Opening.mp3]
The sky was vacant. All alone except for the color it left itself to be busied with when the sun decided to go to sleep for six or so hours, it really depended on how long it felt like sleeping. That color was black. And there was nothing this black had to play with except for the little bits of pallid it was dotted with. People called them stars. They made wishes with them when they shot transversely across the black canvas at the hours of darkness known as night. Some hoped these wishes would come true. Along with the stars was one more pallid object, which came with a pair of thrusters and a cappuccino machine. It was a private jet, named the Gulfstream II and on this jet called the Gulfstream, a certain femme fatale had a wish. No, she did not make it with the use of a star, but in her own subconscious mind. This wish was to make it back down to the ground with the files she came on board for.
The private bedroom of a Mr. Cape Diem. Carpe diem can be translated as take the opportunity, grab the chance, make the most of it, or make hay while the sun shines. Seeing as how Mr. Carpe Diem wouldn’t make it till the next morning, we’ll have to just cross all of the above and below out of his resume.
Mr. Carpe Diem: Yes I am sure!
Mr. Carpe Diem yelled at his bodyguard while lying on his bed.
Bodyguard: But boss! She’s a total stranger!
Mr. Carpe Diem chuckled.
Mr. Carpe Diem: She’s a little girl…what can she do to me? Plus, she promised that tonight I’d get hot in bed! What else can a female mean when speaking those very words?
Mr. Carpe Diem laughed like a fat pimp on Valentines Day.
Bodyguard: Maybe you're right boss…I’ll see you after the nights over…
The bodyguard walked out of the medium sized room and closed the door behind him.
Carpe Diem giggled like a fat boy who loves cake.
Mr. Carpe Diem: I hope the dress fits…
He whispered clapping his hands together; he looked at what seemed to be the bathroom door.
Seconds later, that very door swung open.
GunBlade.
Mr. Carpe Diem: The dress didn’t fit?
GunBlade tossed the red satin dress on the bed besides Diem.
GunBlade: It did, quite perfectly might I add…
Mr. Carpe Diem: Then why aren’t you wearing it?
She pulled out a tranquillizer gun and aimed it at Diem.
GunBlade: Red’s not my color…but it will be yours in a few seconds.
Mr. Carpe Diem: But…but…
He sat up.
Mr. Carpe Diem: You said tonight I’d get hot in bed!
A nervous look covered his face, he felt around the bottom of his bed. He started pushing something.
GunBlade: I said you’d get shot in the head…are you hearing-impaired?
She laughed a bit.
GunBlade: I disabled it…
Diem stopped pressing the button underneath his bed.
GunBlade: I’m no little girl…
She shot him in the chest with the dart, and put the gun away as he fell over on his back.
GunBlade: I’m in…
The Batman: Good…get the codes and get out…
The Batman’s voice could be heard from her hearing piece.
GunBlade: Get it…
She waltzed over to a painting of Spam, and lifted it from the wall; she rested the painting against the wall and was met with a keypad safe. She typed in the word ‘PIMP’ and the door swung open.
She grabbed a small box and closed the door with her other hand.
GunBlade: Got it...
She opened the door and went out into the passenger area of the plane, it was empty, and she looked around and found the closet.
[Play-Amy Studt - just a little girl 1.mp3]
She placed the box on a near by table and opened the closet door, at the bottom were a set of parachutes, she looked up into the mirror across from her and ducked instantly.
A bullet pierced through the glass and had exploded it into one thousand pieces.
She rolled back and tripped her attacker.
It was the bodyguard.
He fell to the floor and did a kip up landing on his feet in stance.
GunBlade had gotten to her feet and planted her right foot on to the top of a table, and performed a Tornado Kick with her left foot to the head of the bodyguard.
He spun at least three times before hitting the floor and was out cold.
GunBlade landed on her feet in a crouched position.
GunBlade: I would never want these guys guarding my body…
The Batman: Auto pilots been switched on…I can tell by the increase in radio control the car picked up…
GunBlade: That means…
She rose to her feet.
The Batman: Pilots coming…
A man came from behind the curtains leading to the cockpit, he smirked when he saw GunBlade and cracked his knuckles.
Pilot: You’ve been a very bad girl…
GunBlade: Worst. Pick up line. Ever.
He swung a fist at her; she ducked underneath it and delivered a spinning hook kick to his face.
He fell back and grabbed his jaw, blood dripping down.
He smiled and gained an erect position, karate stance.
She advanced this time in a stride and kicked at him with her left, he blocked it. She kicked at him three or so times, and was shot down with his hands.
He enjoyed it with a smile.
She smiled too.
Then kicked him in the nuts.
He fell to the floor grabbing his crotch in pain.
She went for the box and grabbed it. She turned around and was met with a gun aimed at her.
The pilot got to his feet.
Pilot: You didn’t want to kiss me, so now, you’ll kiss lead…
He fired three shots at her. She dived to the right and landed between two chairs, once there, she pulled out her infamous guns.
The Gunblades.
She came from behind the chair firing at the guard.
The Batman: No! Don’t!
GunBlade dived across the aisle firing at the guard; she shot him in his left hand and reached behind the opposite set of chairs as he twirled around, gun firing aimlessly until they hit the window.
Plates, desks and the guard began to take off from their place and out of the plane.
The guard ran through the door to the plane and was taken with it outside and into the propeller, his scream could be heard by GunBlade who was grabbing the base of a chair and was being pulled along with everything else.
The Batman: Dammit…you just compromised everything, you know that?
He sounded annoyed.
GunBlade: I’m the one whose gonna be turned into chopped liver over one thousand miles above water…
The Batman: How’s the box?
GunBlade looked back, the box was jammed in between a suitcase, but wouldn’t hold for long as it started to budge.
GunBlade: Fine…thanks for asking…
The Batman: I snuck a bat hook onto the your belt buckle. Use it.
GunBlade: How the…
The box budged and was starting to take off.
GunBlade removed one hand and grabbed the bat hook behind her belt buckle, she aimed it at the box and fired.
Bingo.
She pressed the button again and the cord retracted, she hooked the gadget back onto her belt buckle.
GunBlade: It’s fine…
The Batman: Good.
GunBlade climbed her way up, using the chair legs as a ladder; she crossed over the aisle and ducked as Mr. Carpe Diem flew over her head and out the door.
She continued on.
She pulled out one of her GunBlades and fired at the lock on the closet.
All of its contents started to pour out quick; she twirled the GunBlade and rammed the bladed end into a parachute, making sure not to pierce it.
She let go of the leg of the chair and flew out the plane.
She ducked underneath the propeller and fell straight down to the water.
Her GunBlade fell from the parachute and was ahead of her a few yards.
GunBlade: ****! ****! ****!
She scrambled through the parachute, flipping it around to get her arms into the straps.
She dived straight forward and picked up speed, she grabbed the GunBlade, executed a front flip tuck then pulled the cord of the parachute with her free hand.
She floated down towards the docks and cut the strings of her parachute with the GunBlade, twirled it and placed it in her holster.
She threw the bag off as she walked down the dock and into an industry like area filled with crates. She stopped.
GunBlade: Late as usual…
[Stop-Amy Studt - just a little girl 1.mp3]
Voice: Actually…
She turned around.
The Batman: I’m not.
[Play- Linkin Park - Reanimation - 01 - Opening.mp3]
FADE IN ON:
The stars and planets are scattered across a dark canvas labeled by mankind as ‘Space.’ A painting not done by Picasso, Michelangelo, or even Leonardo da Vinci, but one done by a being known by many as God. His finger the paintbrush, and quintessence the paint. It took seven days to paint it, and changes every time. A star moves a few paces from its original position, or explodes every century. And that is what makes it at all times vigorous. At all times animate. At all times shifting. It is not 4 ft x 2 ft, or a scribble on a piece of lined paper. It is infinite x infinite, miles and miles of fundamental nature containing one object we know very much about. Earth. We are taken to this planet at a blinding speed. China. Australia. Africa. We can see them all, but for now, we zero in on America. North East. We cut through dark clouds below the inky remnants of the scorched sky. We hear wind as we sail, like a glider, over the black ambiance. We freefall downward into the murkiness, via the clouds, and slow down to a snails velocity. We slow down to see the sky. We slow down to reminisce. We slow down to recollect. During this time, I want YOU, the reader, to ask yourself one question. One inquiry…one little tiny thing…consisting of just three words…three simple words…Are You Ready?
Superhero Hype! : The Movie
[Stop- Linkin Park - Reanimation - 01 - Opening.mp3]
The sky was vacant. All alone except for the color it left itself to be busied with when the sun decided to go to sleep for six or so hours, it really depended on how long it felt like sleeping. That color was black. And there was nothing this black had to play with except for the little bits of pallid it was dotted with. People called them stars. They made wishes with them when they shot transversely across the black canvas at the hours of darkness known as night. Some hoped these wishes would come true. Along with the stars was one more pallid object, which came with a pair of thrusters and a cappuccino machine. It was a private jet, named the Gulfstream II and on this jet called the Gulfstream, a certain femme fatale had a wish. No, she did not make it with the use of a star, but in her own subconscious mind. This wish was to make it back down to the ground with the files she came on board for.
The private bedroom of a Mr. Cape Diem. Carpe diem can be translated as take the opportunity, grab the chance, make the most of it, or make hay while the sun shines. Seeing as how Mr. Carpe Diem wouldn’t make it till the next morning, we’ll have to just cross all of the above and below out of his resume.
Mr. Carpe Diem: Yes I am sure!
Mr. Carpe Diem yelled at his bodyguard while lying on his bed.
Bodyguard: But boss! She’s a total stranger!
Mr. Carpe Diem chuckled.
Mr. Carpe Diem: She’s a little girl…what can she do to me? Plus, she promised that tonight I’d get hot in bed! What else can a female mean when speaking those very words?
Mr. Carpe Diem laughed like a fat pimp on Valentines Day.
Bodyguard: Maybe you're right boss…I’ll see you after the nights over…
The bodyguard walked out of the medium sized room and closed the door behind him.
Carpe Diem giggled like a fat boy who loves cake.
Mr. Carpe Diem: I hope the dress fits…
He whispered clapping his hands together; he looked at what seemed to be the bathroom door.
Seconds later, that very door swung open.
GunBlade.
Mr. Carpe Diem: The dress didn’t fit?
GunBlade tossed the red satin dress on the bed besides Diem.
GunBlade: It did, quite perfectly might I add…
Mr. Carpe Diem: Then why aren’t you wearing it?
She pulled out a tranquillizer gun and aimed it at Diem.
GunBlade: Red’s not my color…but it will be yours in a few seconds.
Mr. Carpe Diem: But…but…
He sat up.
Mr. Carpe Diem: You said tonight I’d get hot in bed!
A nervous look covered his face, he felt around the bottom of his bed. He started pushing something.
GunBlade: I said you’d get shot in the head…are you hearing-impaired?
She laughed a bit.
GunBlade: I disabled it…
Diem stopped pressing the button underneath his bed.
GunBlade: I’m no little girl…
She shot him in the chest with the dart, and put the gun away as he fell over on his back.
GunBlade: I’m in…
The Batman: Good…get the codes and get out…
The Batman’s voice could be heard from her hearing piece.
GunBlade: Get it…
She waltzed over to a painting of Spam, and lifted it from the wall; she rested the painting against the wall and was met with a keypad safe. She typed in the word ‘PIMP’ and the door swung open.
She grabbed a small box and closed the door with her other hand.
GunBlade: Got it...
She opened the door and went out into the passenger area of the plane, it was empty, and she looked around and found the closet.
[Play-Amy Studt - just a little girl 1.mp3]
She placed the box on a near by table and opened the closet door, at the bottom were a set of parachutes, she looked up into the mirror across from her and ducked instantly.
A bullet pierced through the glass and had exploded it into one thousand pieces.
She rolled back and tripped her attacker.
It was the bodyguard.
He fell to the floor and did a kip up landing on his feet in stance.
GunBlade had gotten to her feet and planted her right foot on to the top of a table, and performed a Tornado Kick with her left foot to the head of the bodyguard.
He spun at least three times before hitting the floor and was out cold.
GunBlade landed on her feet in a crouched position.
GunBlade: I would never want these guys guarding my body…
The Batman: Auto pilots been switched on…I can tell by the increase in radio control the car picked up…
GunBlade: That means…
She rose to her feet.
The Batman: Pilots coming…
A man came from behind the curtains leading to the cockpit, he smirked when he saw GunBlade and cracked his knuckles.
Pilot: You’ve been a very bad girl…
GunBlade: Worst. Pick up line. Ever.
He swung a fist at her; she ducked underneath it and delivered a spinning hook kick to his face.
He fell back and grabbed his jaw, blood dripping down.
He smiled and gained an erect position, karate stance.
She advanced this time in a stride and kicked at him with her left, he blocked it. She kicked at him three or so times, and was shot down with his hands.
He enjoyed it with a smile.
She smiled too.
Then kicked him in the nuts.
He fell to the floor grabbing his crotch in pain.
She went for the box and grabbed it. She turned around and was met with a gun aimed at her.
The pilot got to his feet.
Pilot: You didn’t want to kiss me, so now, you’ll kiss lead…
He fired three shots at her. She dived to the right and landed between two chairs, once there, she pulled out her infamous guns.
The Gunblades.
She came from behind the chair firing at the guard.
The Batman: No! Don’t!
GunBlade dived across the aisle firing at the guard; she shot him in his left hand and reached behind the opposite set of chairs as he twirled around, gun firing aimlessly until they hit the window.
Plates, desks and the guard began to take off from their place and out of the plane.
The guard ran through the door to the plane and was taken with it outside and into the propeller, his scream could be heard by GunBlade who was grabbing the base of a chair and was being pulled along with everything else.
The Batman: Dammit…you just compromised everything, you know that?
He sounded annoyed.
GunBlade: I’m the one whose gonna be turned into chopped liver over one thousand miles above water…
The Batman: How’s the box?
GunBlade looked back, the box was jammed in between a suitcase, but wouldn’t hold for long as it started to budge.
GunBlade: Fine…thanks for asking…
The Batman: I snuck a bat hook onto the your belt buckle. Use it.
GunBlade: How the…
The box budged and was starting to take off.
GunBlade removed one hand and grabbed the bat hook behind her belt buckle, she aimed it at the box and fired.
Bingo.
She pressed the button again and the cord retracted, she hooked the gadget back onto her belt buckle.
GunBlade: It’s fine…
The Batman: Good.
GunBlade climbed her way up, using the chair legs as a ladder; she crossed over the aisle and ducked as Mr. Carpe Diem flew over her head and out the door.
She continued on.
She pulled out one of her GunBlades and fired at the lock on the closet.
All of its contents started to pour out quick; she twirled the GunBlade and rammed the bladed end into a parachute, making sure not to pierce it.
She let go of the leg of the chair and flew out the plane.
She ducked underneath the propeller and fell straight down to the water.
Her GunBlade fell from the parachute and was ahead of her a few yards.
GunBlade: ****! ****! ****!
She scrambled through the parachute, flipping it around to get her arms into the straps.
She dived straight forward and picked up speed, she grabbed the GunBlade, executed a front flip tuck then pulled the cord of the parachute with her free hand.
She floated down towards the docks and cut the strings of her parachute with the GunBlade, twirled it and placed it in her holster.
She threw the bag off as she walked down the dock and into an industry like area filled with crates. She stopped.
GunBlade: Late as usual…
[Stop-Amy Studt - just a little girl 1.mp3]
Voice: Actually…
She turned around.
The Batman: I’m not.
D.Rex
Ninja among Dinosaurs
- Joined
- Feb 12, 2006
- Messages
- 523
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 11
Name- D.Rex
Height- 12 ft. 6in
Weight- 3000 lbs
Skills- Incredible strength and durabilty, a dangerous tail, razor sharp teeth (a sentient T-Rex), and greatly skilled in the dinosaur martial arts.
Story- 65,000,000 years ago the dinosaurs ruled the earth. King of the dinosaurs was the Tyrannosaurus-Rex. Terrifying and powerful the most ferocious dinosaur of all time dominated the landscape. This age of diosaurs was brought to an end by an asteriod. But deep in the heart of the Congo a small group of dinosaurs has survived and evolved. This small group of dinosaurs has evolved to become smaller due to less available food and into sentient creatures over the eons (Think the Teeenage Mutant Ninja Turtles except dinosaurs). With the exception of native peoples of the Congo and a few cryptozoologists (dubbed loons by modern scientists) their existance is unknown to humans. These creatures have survived and evolved. D.Rex is the leader of this group of dinosaurs. Though still young he posseses skill and wisdom far beyond his years. Vastly skilled in the dinosaur martial arts and posseses incredible strength and durability he is a fearsome fighter. Though smaller in stature than his ancestor Tyrannosaurs (but still enormous by human standards) his speed has greatly increased over the years and he leads his people with the heart of a true dinosaur and leader. Sensing a threat to his ancient race he has emerged from the jungles of the Congo to fight a new and dangerous evil.
Height- 12 ft. 6in
Weight- 3000 lbs
Skills- Incredible strength and durabilty, a dangerous tail, razor sharp teeth (a sentient T-Rex), and greatly skilled in the dinosaur martial arts.
Story- 65,000,000 years ago the dinosaurs ruled the earth. King of the dinosaurs was the Tyrannosaurus-Rex. Terrifying and powerful the most ferocious dinosaur of all time dominated the landscape. This age of diosaurs was brought to an end by an asteriod. But deep in the heart of the Congo a small group of dinosaurs has survived and evolved. This small group of dinosaurs has evolved to become smaller due to less available food and into sentient creatures over the eons (Think the Teeenage Mutant Ninja Turtles except dinosaurs). With the exception of native peoples of the Congo and a few cryptozoologists (dubbed loons by modern scientists) their existance is unknown to humans. These creatures have survived and evolved. D.Rex is the leader of this group of dinosaurs. Though still young he posseses skill and wisdom far beyond his years. Vastly skilled in the dinosaur martial arts and posseses incredible strength and durability he is a fearsome fighter. Though smaller in stature than his ancestor Tyrannosaurs (but still enormous by human standards) his speed has greatly increased over the years and he leads his people with the heart of a true dinosaur and leader. Sensing a threat to his ancient race he has emerged from the jungles of the Congo to fight a new and dangerous evil.
Superman79
Superman79 Returns
- Joined
- May 11, 2005
- Messages
- 12,498
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 31
^^Good story, just curious, (and this is a genuine question) did your upper arms elongate too?
PS-Go Red Sox!
PS-Go Red Sox!
D.Rex
Ninja among Dinosaurs
- Joined
- Feb 12, 2006
- Messages
- 523
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 11
Superman79 said:
Yes thanks for reminding me. My arms have elongated into a useable form. That was one of my ancestors few design flaws. D.Rex is a humaniod tyrannosaurus-rex. (Thats why I said think teenage mutant ninja turtles. We have human like arms and legs the only difference is dinosauriods are far more muscular and much larger as well as we kept our scales and dinosaur apperances. Im trying to think of a show where there is something similar. If you've ever played Turok Evolution the video game think the dictator Tyrannis. Or in the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles show think Triceratons ( but instead of humaniod triceratops humaniod T-rexes).
P.S. Definetly go Sox. Though I'm more of a Patriots and Celtics fan
Similar threads
Users who are viewing this thread
Staff online
-
squeeknessI'm a poor lost puppy -
Lily Adler🔥 Hot Scoops 🍨 -
OnTheAirWakandan Ambassador -
DKDetectiveBoo Boo Bubbles (he/him) -
Hunter RiderRonin
Latest posts
-
🇺🇸 Discussion: Congress, The Senate, The House of Representatives - Part I (8 Viewers)
- Latest: squeekness
-
-
-
-
