DarthTofu

I think I've started this topic before, but I figure, what the hell, it's been too long since I've torn the forum apart with a controversial topic that gets J and Tex at each other's throats. What's every one's opinion on gun control in America? People from other countries are more than welcome to participate, if only to be a pain and say, "We don't have issues with guns, our country is perfect, nanana boo boo!" We'll shoot you for it because we do have guns, but you're welcome to say it. My views personally lie somewhere in the middle. Any attempts to remove guns from the people will obviously result in chaos and in underground dealings of firearms that will only hurt the general populous. Rather, I favor control. As an essay I recently read on gun control says, one might argue that cars kill people, but cars are not outlawed. However, we require a license for something as dangerous and powerful as a car, and we keep track of who owns which car(s). I favor gun registration and licenses. In no way does this impair the right of a person to keep and bear arms, provided that they are suitable to bear those arms. Presently in my home state, Florida, anyone old enough can waltz into a gun store and purchase a firearm. Quite frankly that doesn't strike me as being appropriate. A psychopath who escaped from prison can buy one as soon as a US Congressman, provided they have the money and don't look too shifty. A license limits the number of persons eligible to purchase a weapon based upon their track record with regards to felonies (obviously a shop lifter would still be eligible, whereas someone involved in armed robbery would not be) and mental status. Registration means that any weapon that is used for a purpose it wasn't initially intended for, such as, say, murder, will more easily be identified from records, and can be traced right back to its official owner. Now, obviously, the second amendment prohibits Congress from passing any law with respect to this, but it says nothing of what the States may do with regards to gun control, as evidenced by the varying strictness of the laws. Congress can choose to twist the arms of the states through the withholding of grants (It worked with federal highway money and the legal drinking age) to encourage this, people can write their state legislators to encourage this, or the whole country can have a wildly divided amendment war on the matter. Anyway, those are my views, and my views alone at this time. What are everyone else's views on gun control?

Man, I don't even have the benefit of claiming that I was young, much less asleep. I had to go really bad at my school after the bell had just wrung, but for some reason we only have one working men's bathroom in the school that isn't for faculty. Yeah, ridiculous, I know. I tried that bathroom and it was locked. I ran to the back side of the auditorium where there was nobody in sight and a large trashcan full of empty soda cans. I filled up two empty cans, with splashage, and then some. I had to go really bad... Don't judge me. http://www.viruscomix.com/page408.html

Is it just me, or do you have an obsession with making Imperial Stormtrooper women, J? Do Kira Knightly (sp?) next, please.

For the Harry Potter fans on this site.

... I've apparently done that before as well. Well, not quite to the same degree, but to a similar one. My entire family was camping out in Arizona one year when I was pretty young. In the middle of the night I sat bolt upright, rotated perhaps forty five degrees, and fell flat down on my back on my sister's face, all without waking up. She shoved me off and I still didn't wake up. I also apparently talk in my sleep and have been known to violently kick anyone that I have to share a bed with in the shin on family trips that involved hotels. *Shrug* You're like me, Sinister. That means it's perfectly normal

Desperado for the win! I like the Charlie Chaplin one, too! Edit: Time for random! http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/DarthTofu/beardo.jpg http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a169/DarthTofu/Jack.jpg Bad word in this one. I really wanted to make one with this awesome pic of myself, but it wouldn't fit into the dang image poster. The girl with me is my older sister. It's an optical illusion, that isn't my real height. I'm squatting down off camera so that we can both be in the picture.

*Psst* Only people who have Facebook accounts can view that, Mad.

House... It's like Scrubs, only not as well done.

OOC: Thanks. It's good that we're both decent so that we can cover for your incopetant pieces of verbal vomit. [/kidding] Just for the record, will Evaders get mad at you for saying "*" SOCL? BTW, Krytos: Toward the end of this thing SOCL and I are both calling in the cavalry. I know I screwed it up in the beginning when I said that Nar Shadda was the capital of Nal Hutta (Yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaah, it's a moon, I know.), but we're both in the same system, so one Galactic Alliance Fleet will be sent in to help us out. Interested in sending your characters in with the ground forces? PM me and I'll act as a liason to SOCL and we can figure out tactics for the endgame fight (Which won't be for a while)

Harry Potter in Five Seconds 2001 a Space Odyssey in Five Seconds Braveheart in Five Seconds 300 in Five Seconds Scarface in Five Seconds Raiders of the Lost Ark in Five Seconds Yeah, link overload, I know. I don't post here often, though, and they're the best of the best.

Kick... ass. I rock at Soul Calliber despite the fact that I don't own it. I kicked my friend's arse from here to Canada once I got the hang of the game, and it was the first time I'd even touched a Dreamcast. There ought to be something insanely satisfying about using Yoda or Vader to kill Nightmare and the like!

Hahaha! I messed around with glue a ton while I was younger- I liked to pour it into these little holes in my wooden bed posts and let it harden, or else just let it dry on my hand or desk and then pull it off.

Already downloaded it. It was the second program I snagged while I was trying to make this work on my own. This weekend I might renew my efforts...

The manual for seat 21C CONGRATULATIONS ON SELECTING SEAT 21C! This manual is intended to familiarize you with the many options available to you. Before BUCKLING in, please note that the man standing in the aisle next to you is about to make a request. He wonders if it would be okay for you to switch seats with his wife, who is in the middle seat three rows ahead. She is the one seated between the former linebacker and the canola oil salesman, and is peering over the seatbacks at you with wide and imploring eyes. The man will ask this in a voice sufficiently loud that all passengers seated within several rows will look up from their sudoku puzzles and await your answer. If you say no, the passengers will all wonder: Why do you hate married people? You must be a bitter and lonely person. Note also that there is no overhead luggage space three rows ahead, so you will have to wait for the entire plane to empty to come back and retrieve your bags. Have a good flight up at 18E! Once permanently seated, grasp both ends of SEAT BELT and press firmly together. If you hear only a dull metallic clanking sound rather than a smart “click,â€

*Snort* Oh, god, I am totally stealing those pics, J! They're great!

Both awesome looking. I like your addition to ep. III- It doesn't try to pretend that the movie is anything that it isn't anymore!

Some stuff on the new Indiana Jones game. Hopefully it won't suck. Hopefully Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull won't suck. Who am I kidding? They're both gonna suck. But they're both going to suck in a very pretty manner. The best I can hope for with Crystal Skull is Temple of Doom-level Indy.

My sister attends Stanford University. If it isn't already on the computer, it will be in a matter of days, I'm sure, so I can't join with our team, I don't think.

'course I did. I've seen the music vids for just about every single song that has one... I have very picky music tastes, thus Nightwish is one of the few bands that I follow at all, and I follow them relgiously. Roughle 50% of the songs on my iPod are by them... Don't judge me. BTW: The music vid and song Amaranth are based on the Finnish painting Wounded Angel. Pretty sweet painting- check for it on Wikipedia.

What about in forums events? Elvis and Rob both came back in 2007, though I'm not sure whether either of those are good things or not... Best music: Dark Passion Play (Nightwish) Best Game: I suppose it would help if I'd actually purchased any games this past year. Best movie: 300, Rush Hour 3 (I liked it!) Most overhyped game: Guitar Hero II. It's fun, but not that fun. Most overhyped movie I saw: Halloween. Stupid gore fest, nothing scary about it.

You are the most awesome person in all of Germany, Eagle. I mean that.

Oh, I remember- my mom found that one in the history and thought it was real porn. Boy was that an awkward conversation.

Er, yeah- I got a video ipod for Christmas, and while it's very nice, I've next to nothing that I can use for the video part of it, and I'd kinda like to. Thus my question: anybody know how to take stuff off of a DVD and stick it on a video ipod? I don't feel like having to pay once at the ipod store and once at the video store to watch a movie of some sort, but the stupid DVDs all have copy protection on them that won't allow me to stick it on the ipod, and almost all of the programs that I come across for doing that don't seem to work too well...

"Hohass? Are you there?" The voice that replied was weary. "We are here. Where are you?" "Inside the building that the shapers were building that damutek thing on. I got separated from Omen." "What? How? Is she alright? Are you alright? What happened?" I began to pace as I spoke and studied my surroundings. This place appeared to have been someone's office; a dilapidated chair covered in mold spores that looked more like they came naturally to Nar Shadda than the Yuuzhan Vong variety sat behind a desk that had clearly seen a firefight. A personal datapad jack was inlaid on the desk, but a narrow hole running through it and into the floor lent itself to the idea that a warrior had bashed it through with his weapon. "We were making our way up like you wanted when suddenly Omen just froze and told me you needed a distraction of some sort." "You just believed her at that?" "Hell no. But she jumped up and carved out a chunk of the ceiling a second after she'd said that, so I really didn't have much choice but to take part in the distraction. And before you ask, I delivered the package into the root structure. Whenever you want to detonate it you can." "Good. Meet us back at Base One." Base One was what I had come to think of as home- the Crematorium I'd taken refuge in for the six months before these goody-goods showed up and decided to go on the offensive. If not for the weapons that they promised, I wouldn't have come with them this far. But blaster packs were getting rarer and rarer, and I'd gone through every last explosive I'd had on my person upon my arrival here. I had no choice but to stick with them, even if it meant consorting with a Jedi. "Will do." "Wait. Shadow, hold on a second, I have another call." I sighed. "You can go ahead and call me Krassus now, you've gone and borked everything up by doing that once already- Micus found me and tried to blow my head off. It's how I got separated from Omen." I was talking to someone who wasn't there. I sighed and scoped out the rest of the room. Opposite the desk were a pair of chairs, or at least, what had started their lives as chairs. The one closer to me had clearly been hit with blaster bolts before, and it was missing one of its four legs. The one farther from me appeared to have been a bar stool at some time, and had been reduced to the central spire that would have held up the cushion for someone's ass. The current configuration looked none too inviting. Hohass still hadn't spoken to me again a few moments later, so I took the chair behind the desk. I was glad for my air filters, for the moment I touched down in it a cloud of something dusty shot up into the air and would have had me coughing had I not been protected. The mold actually cushioned the chair more; It was somewhat comfortable. "Shadow? Are you still there?" "Go ahead and call me Krassus. And yes, I am." "Good. Omen is still in the building as well, but she's injured." "How so?" "That Mandalorian that attacked you both was still in the room she jumped into after the detonator went off." "Alright." "She's still in there, too." "I don't know if she told you this, but he actually wasn't after her; he was trying to kill me." "Why is this?" "It's a long, involved, boring story that I really don't want to talk about. The important part is that he has no reason to hurt her." "He seems to think he does. She tried to save you." "Good for her, I remember. She was an idiot to do so- is that what you wanted? I might have gotten hurt in the process, but I could have gotten away from him again." "Again?" I winced. "Yeah, we've met before. A couple of times." "Well right now I'm talking to him." A scampering sensation ran up my spine, as though a rodent had crawled into my armor and up my back. "How, exactly, and why, exactly, are you talking to him?" "Via comlink, and I haven't made any promises. I-" "Hohass, I do not want to go back there, and I do not want to have to go up against him. He has a much more powerful blaster than I do, and he knows how to try to kill me the most effectively." "He's in the next room over. Get over there and talk to him, Krassus." "Talking is going to be a firefight! Spast, don't you get it? He wants me dead!" "She's a Jedi, she can get out of that, can't she? Should be child's play." "She's unconscious, Krassus." "Fierfek..." I muttered it to myself more than to anyone in particular. Micus's blaster had begun its life as a longblaster, but over the years he'd modified it. It was still primarily a long range weapon, and had retained most of its ability as a sniper rifle, but he'd increased the output on it for maximum destruction, and had toned back enough on the focusing of the laser to allow for about a 25% increase in rate of fire. If he'd added a stun feature to that thing for whatever reason the power of the stun blast would be pretty much unmatched; It actually made sense. Stun bolts came out as concentric circles, but after a short distance they generally didn't retain enough power to do much more than send a tingly sensation through a target. His blaster was meant for sniping, though, and had the equipment the retain the focus of the beam. Fired from far enough away, there would be almost no way to avoid the beam, and a quick, sprinting target such as myself could be caught much more quickly. "Stang. Well this sucks." I said it matter of factly. "Krassus, go in there." "I'll say this very slowly and carefully for you: If I go in there I will die. I do not want to die. Therefor I will not go in there. Send Igens. Hell, you go in there yourself." "Igens and I are on a neighboring building. We can see inside there." "Well provide support for me, then, and shoot Micus in the head." "Is Micus the Mandalorian?" "Yes." "Oh. Well, no, we won't. It's too far away, and besides, the beskar will just absorb the impact of the bolt. If you go, though." "Then he'll release Omen, yes, because I'll be dead. Hohass, I was doing alright until you guys showed up. I got banged up by a thud bug or two, but all in all I had no issues I couldn't solve myself. I have every right to kick you out of my home in that crematorium. I ought to." "But you're going to help us, now." I stood up and looked incredulously through the hole in the wall I'd dived through back through to the one Micus and Omen had taken refuge in. "Hell no. Omen's the Jedi, not you- stop trying the Jedi Mind Tricks, you suck at 'em. Tell you what I'll do- I'll blast out nice and pretty near them and Micus will shoot at me. If he hits me, I hope you die a slow, painful death at the hands of the Yuuzhan Vong. I hope they skin you alive, in fact." "Charming." "If he misses, though, I'll keep going and get to cover or something like it. I'll rendezvous back with you at Base One. If he hits me, though, your ass is haunted." "Understood." OOC: Okeedokee- now to study for my ****ing midterms that I take in four days! Yippee!

Dear God, the mad animator's at it again! I like the new avatar, and Sasquatch Hunter/ Resident Sasquatch Hunter both work great. Welcome aboard the 2000 posts or more boat, Rob. First one to make it to 4,000 who isn't there already wins!