Is not JL

I admit

Congrats to the presidents. Make sure you do work. Let there be no pirates here.

Heyo. Welcome to the site! You're obviously more talented than all of us considering you're making a video game as well as an anime. Someday I'll probably ask you for help in all the techno-savvy coolio stuff that you work on. Until then, feel free to ask us for help on other things!

The only time when I've seen titles that are wacky and meaningless are, well, when the stories are wacky. Comedies, parodies, etc. Considering your work of fanfiction is a bit more prose and meaningful than a comedy story, well.......yeah.

Oh, so you like fish too? Amazing! Do you prefer roast Mudkip or sautéed PS3's alongside it? If you ask again something that may destroy the metaverse of the story your character will suffer a fate that will be punishable by a monkeyfied idiot jumping through time and space to balance you on a pole in your undies as you sing songs.

Message brought to you by a fake and a lie. Nice try bro, but not very president like at all. Go BZ1.

The ending was a bit too fast. You kinda went from Sam trying to drift a transformer to some ship blotting out the sun and somebody important hopping out within 2 to 3 lines. More description should suffice. Liked the premise and mystery. Didn't like the title. Age of fanfiction? *sighs* Kinda cringeworthy, don't you think?

No. I prefer the sticky white stuff that is wonderful ice cream over transparent blocks of hard water.

Except choosing to ignore the bad things is simply the same as escapism. The bad is going to be there to help you improve, but only if you make it so. If all you can hear is praise, and never the criticism, you're never going to be moving up the levels.

If there's any one recommendation that I can outright say, it's that you should care what other people think about you. Because that is how other people perceive you. If it's respect you're aiming for, you're going to want to make sure you don't show up to others as something that loses respect.

This looks really good and promising. Hope to see more, especially the story. Good luck!

If you're doing it as a machinima-style trailer you may as well do it machinima-wise, with some spartan surfing the web in covenant killing downtime before some weirdo perv sage voiced by Boss encourages him to go to 343iCF because it's cool.

I would rather play a game.

I thought we were discussing the Xbox - and I am happy to continue this discussion - but apparently it has turned into talking about moderator bullcrap and deserving to be banned. I am disappoint. Back on topic: MIcrosoft's Xbox's are NOT badly made. Mine still lasts to this day, even after my complete idiocy ended up with me smashing it against the side, and also kicking and breaking the disc tray. (Surprisingly, fixed that by kicking it the other way.) Same with PS3's, considering my fat one still works like a dream. The only thing I dislike is the controller, and even that is surprising - my original controller's thumbsticks only wore and tore after over a year of using it consistently, and the stick itself is made of material that is basically crap and began breaking due to friction on day one. But then again, all controllers are like that, and for that matter, thank goodness I won't get Dual shock 4's because those break quick.

Shockgazm's riddle. Please, make sure it is solvable. The last one WAS hard - but not because it was a hard riddle, but because it really didn't make sense.

1. No, known fact. 2. Prob best to keep religion out of this. 3. Your name 4. It means Zelda is better. 5. 6. It means vote for her. 7. Where'd you get that fact from? 8. You hate that which doesn't exist and was born out of a misconception. For a president, this is possibly fairly archetypal, but it's something we might want to avoid. 9. 10. It means don't vote for Vitamins. 11. But Zelda is real mom. 12. Half the points you made came from you not understanding a piece of bread, Edward. The other half weren't rebuttals, but support. Zelda is love, Zelda is life. Vote Zelda.

G-Mod. TTT.

Posts have word limits. If anybody wishes to work for me and catalogue the chapters, feel free.

"Halo 5" Stick to the trend.

How many words, average, do you want a chapter to be? And how often (realistically) should they be updated? The same as they are now? Less words, more frequency? Or the other way round? Personally, I'm leaning towards less words and more frequency of updates, but the choices are up to the readers, really. Also, if there's anybody who may wish to write to add something for the story, PM me. If you already did with TSO343i.org as a general topic, then use your old PM. Anyways, without further ado, the next chapter, now complete. Chapter 2 - First Contact "Spyro is banned." "Good." "The plans, so far, fall within correctible pathways of the scenario." "That is also good." "I hope nothing wrong will happen." * * * A few days later..... "Well?" Church said, rattling the ice around in his drink as he looked to his questioners, "What exactly do you want me to tell you?" Edward and HaloGeek looked at him from the other side of the table. They were sitting in a bar, somewhere in uptown 343iCF. They'd spent the last few minutes talking to Church about how this sniper was a terribly big issue and a threat towards the city, only to really have no visible change appear in the mod's attitude. Which basically meant that it felt like Church didn't care. "We want you to help us track down and stop the sniper." HaloGeek squeezed out through gritted teeth, only to watch Church promptly raise his drink again with a smile. "Aww, come on. Cheer up! Go on a vacation or something, away from this place. Have some fun, meet some girls, then come back all refreshed and ready!" he replied to the frowning faces of Edward and HaloGeek. "You're a mod," Edward began, "Shouldn't you be doing something about this?" Next it was HaloGeek's turn to speak up. "We get that you're already doing something, its just that you should let us help out." Edward squinted his eyes, even as Church said, "Look. I can't help you. Moderator business is moderator business. Azaxx, RSR and the Shepherd are working together in tracking down the Sniper. Meanwhile, Doc and Gummi are already out there, looking for how the guy managed to get through the mod's shields." As he said that Church tapped his own cerulean ring. Holographics lit up around it, each mod tools listed separately as though apps on a smartphone. "As it stands, more people trying to help may cause an issue. It'll be easier to stay away, let us do our job. Don't drink and drive. And don't drink, too. Be safe." Church pulled his cup up to his mouth, and took a drink. HaloGeek leaned forwards, spreading out his imaginary arms as a gesture. "There's only two of us, a small number to add. There won't be too many people working on it. And we can handle ourselves. We can help." Edward immediately followed up with, "The more people working on it the faster and more efficient it'll be though!" HaloGeek squinted his eye sockets. Was this Edward testing him? Or..... Just then, somebody else joined the table, slamming down his own glass. They turned to see who the newcomer was, and Church instantly recognized him. With a fully metallic right hand, Church immediately recognized him. Though he had only arrived in 343iCF last summer, The Kilburnator had stayed. Weaponizer, multiverse traveller, and all around butt-kicker, he quickly joined into the talk. "If you're hunting this Sniper, count me in." Church also heard that this guy had defeated Chuck Norris in single combat, and he also thought that was bogus. After all, The Kilburnator was also aggressive and quite possibly deranged. But don't tell him I said that. * * * The outskirts of 343iCF....... A tall, red-armored figure pushed his head and weapon over the side of a set of bricks. Obviously, he was wearing red armor because it was a chick magnet. Elite Sniper raised his sniper higher, eyeing through the scope the bug that he'd been hunting for the last hour or so. It had proven an illusive bug, having glitched out some of the threads back in the city before disappearing for the time being. As a bounty hunter for a living, he'd happily taken the chance to hunt this bug. The bug wasn't actually a bug. I mean, sure, it was a 'bug', but it wasn't a 'bug' bug. Rather, this bug was more of a demon cockroach. For a quiet moment, Elite Sniper wondered if a cockroach was a bug. Sometimes they were red, too. He then wondered if there were any chick cockroaches, although he doubted it. Then the bug noticed, and turned to face him. Staring at Elite Sniper right in the visor, the bounty hunter could visibly the frothing within the bug's mouth - or it's equivalent - before twin biological antennae flicked towards Elite Sniper. With burst movement the bug flew forwards, leaving behind it's flight path a distortion that Elite Sniper recognized as the glitch itself. Aiming upwards just in time as he flexed his knees to brace against impact, he heard a disgusting splat in front of him. Just for good measure, he pressed the trigger on the sniper, the bullet exiting the half of the bug that hadn't been impaled by the sniper's barrel. The bounty hunter spat to try and look cool, only to realize he was wearing a helmet. Sighing at his own stupidity, he sat down on a large stone close by, resting his rifle beside him before taking out his helmet to begin wiping the insides. A pair of crimson eyes watched from the distance. * * * Banned....... Drizzy and Spyro flew along. They were now above an ocean of pink water, and it deeply reminded them of blood. Waves of white frothed over the crimson backdrop as though it were an animation, replayed over and over, everywhere. For Drizzy, it felt weird mounted on another members back, and he knew Spyro was tired too. It was only going to get worse and worse. "Look!" Spyro said, raising his head and flying forwards with a surge of newfound energy, "An island! May we take a rest?" Drizzy frowned. He would have preferred to go as fast as possible, considering he wasn't fully sure of where they were, but unlike him, who still had residual mod energies, Spyro was quite simply a banned member. For him, this was punishment - the same that all banned members faced. The only reason Spyro hadn't gone insane and fell to the dark side of the forum was because Drizzy was around him, and because they had a duty. "Yeah, lets land." Swooping downwards, Drizzy had to jump off earlier and catch Spyro before he crash landed. Thankfully, it was just sand beneath them, cushioning their fall without much issue. A cloud of sand sprung up around them, bathing them with fine khaki powder that they promptly began to wipe away with annoyance. Spyro did a small shiver, as though a dog after taking a splash. "Where are we?" Spyro asked Drizzy, and obviously, Drizzy only had one answer. "I don't know." * * * 343iCF....... The Sniper looked through his scope. Lying on the crosshair, with absolute precision, was Edward Kenway. The pirate, walking down the bustling street, had no idea the sniper was perched up here. The glint of the scope was non-existant; the darkness of the night shaded the sniper from discovery - and even better, as Edward walked by himself down the street, he had an obvious look of distraction on his face. The sniper smiled. This would be easy. Hold breath. Check safety. Some other stuff that the writer doesn't actually know. Finger over trigger, eye over scope, crosshair over target. Fire. *Click!* There was a sonic boom as the bullet almost immediately broke the sound barrier with it's speed, leaving behind it a trail of distortion in the air. Barreling towards Edward, nobody was prepared, or could have, reacted to the sniper rifle being fired. *Thunk!* What the sniper wasn't prepared for, however, was a sudden sphere of glowing pink energies suddenly emerging and swirling around Edward. The bullet had, with an audible thunk, hit the energy shield, and instantly lost all of its kinetic energy before falling to the ground, before itself disappearing with a distortion of space around it. "Son of a gun," The Sniper muttered under his breath as he took his rifle, shortened it's barrel, turned and ran. "It didn't work on the MoM." Meanwhile, the pink energies dissipated around Edward. Surprise mixed with emotions before he realized exactly what was happening - and the moment that happened, adrenaline powered legs sprinted while eyes shifted. With a smile, the pirate saw a red blur high in the rooftops. He could see the Sniper. With a kick, Edward leaped up, grabbed a ledge on the side of the building closest to him, and began to climb, making leaps, jumps and pulls up ledges quickly till he, too was on the rooftops of the buildings. The Sniper had taken his time; unlike Edward, who was a skilled climber and freerunner, the sniper was just a sniper, and the jumps in between buildings was a leap of kingdoms for the sniper and nothing for Edward. It took seconds for the pirate to catch up to the sniper. "I've got you now, you sneaky hacker!" Edward shouted, even as the Sniper stopped running, his back facing the MoM who'd survived the sniper shot. "Do you, now? Or are you just lucky that your mom protected you?" Edward paused. He didn't get the joke - he WAS the MoM. The fact that the Sniper sounded nothing like a member, but more like a voice changer, didn't help. "Yeah, well, your mom's about to spank you. Hard." With that, he kicked forwards, twin blades drawn and swinging. The sniper himself did too, unsheathing a black, long and thin straightsword that he wielded with both hands. With a clang, both sword wielders clashed their weapons in front of them, orange sparks flying of the blades as they slid down each other. Parried, Edward quickly continued his assault, pressing his advantage. The Sniper wasn't sniping, only fighting - this meant that Edward wouldn't be banned. Perhaps if he didn't have the adrenaline rush, he'd be doing things differently, but as it was he was fearless in taking on such an adversary. The sniper, meanwhile, successfully blocked every strike made towards him. He was playing for time; at some point, Edward will tire, and the Sniper would run then. Twin curved swords swished and slashed with the speed of lightning against a single, straight blade that expertly parried, twisted out of and countered all of Edward's strikes. Grunting, Edwards slashed both swords downwards even as he jumped. As expected, the snipers blade came up for a block. Using the blade's momentum as leverage, Edward quickly somersaulted over the sniper, and let loose a side kick into his opponent's back. However, his foot only ended up flying through thin air, and Edward was forced to do the limbo quickly, the sniper's blade, millimeters off shaving off Edward's chest hair and nose. And so the fight continued between MoM and Sniper, one a hooded man fighting as a demon, the other an armored, stalwart defender who couldn't be toppled, who seemed to never face exhaustion. A slash was caught by a hilt. A stab was twisted and diverted. A punch was dodged. An uppercut that nearly cut into Edward's crotch was just barely evaded from, followed with a small shriek. They were perfectly matched - till Edward made a mistake. The pirate span in a circle, blades held out in a swipe. Seeing a chance, the sniper ducked underneath the attack, angled his elbow up and into Edward's gut, who promptly let out a gasp of air. An armored headbutt came next, knocking Edward backwards, and onto his back. No pink energy came out to save Edward this time. "You lose, pirate. You can never win against a more civilized figher." Edward spat onto the sniper's boot. "Who's to say you're more civilized?" For his insolence, he received a boot to the gut. Another cry came out of his mouth. "Run along, before I test whether the title that these useless mods have given you can stop you from bleeding." The sniper smiled, though he was fairly certain that this also accounted for a failure. He had to make up for it - and with his mind now a bit clearer, he knew exactly how. "And you, rabbit," he began as he turned to face the member hidden behind a pillar, "I can sense you. Don't even bother to hide." With a swift, practiced motion, the sniper twirled his blade almost as though THAT was his primary weapon, before sheathing it and pulling out his rifle again. At such a close distance, the cement pillar was nothing. A click of the trigger, and the bullet cut right through the stoney material and through the rabbit, leaving a trail of blood in the air for a moment before it began to disappear. "You.....you prick!" Edward shouted, even as he began to pull himself up using his sword as a support, "He did nothing to you!" "Ah," the sniper replied, "But you did. You survived when we needed one dead. He was your replacement. His death is your fault. Now, run along, Edward. Let this be a warning." He chuckled. "Good night. Sweet dreams." The last thing Edward saw was a spit-ridden boot approaching his face.

3DS, XL if preferable. The Old DS is pretty much Old-gen. Most games being made are coming out on the 3DS, while there's probably less and less NDS games being made nowadays. I'd suggest getting Pokemon X/Y.

L2Grenade. It IS part of the golden triangle. Melee is only at close range, and Guns tend to take a lot of time, but as the supporter of the 2 Grenades can be godlike when used properly. A clever throw, and you'll be doing an insta-slap with your fist or a one-shot.

You gave all the hints!

You lied. > >