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Some say that they were consumed by greed, and Asmodeus, so shamed by what they had become, banished them to the abyss. There they lie, sleeping, waiting for when they will once again walk the earth.

 

Others say that the Children were possessed of such awesome power that they transcended this world, and that Elysium was pulled entire into the realm of the divine, anchor to a brand new pantheon that would eventually displace the Daedra .

 

And there are even those who say that Elysium never ended at all, and that it will stand, hidden from the eyes of mortals, until Ga, Harbinger of the Apocalypse, marches forth to bring an end to all things, including Time itself.

 

But all men today agree on one thing, if one thing alone: To speak the true name of Elysium or any of its Children aloud is to draw something's attention, and such power focused on a single point is rarely, if ever, beneficial to the invoker...

 

 

Formerly Known as:

 

Rants and Raves of a Teenage Moogle

Strange Compulsions

Sad but True

All The Rage

~Courage and Justice~

The Motherland

Utopia

Riboflavin-Flavored, Non-carbonated, Polyunsaturaded Blood

Bulls on Parade

Technologic

The Paragon of Manliness

Double Impact

 

Name: Inanna

Gender:Female

Species:Genetically modified Kane-Ra

Appearance:Inanna is an anthropomorphic Kane-Ra. Her brown fur although not dirty or matted, does not shine due to the years she's been exposed to harsh climates. She stands roughly four bio tall and weighs about 340kg. She is by no means a lightwieght and her presence dominates any company she's in.

Faction: Cabal of cruelty

Weapon: Inanna's primary mode of offense is her power gauntlet which she wears on her right arm. The gauntlet amplifies her already prodigious strength to the point where she has no problem lifting objects that weigh several tons. Attached to the power gauntlet is a chainsaw sized up to her height. She primary uses the chainsaw against heavily armored foes such as tanks. She also carries several grenades which she uses for anti-anti-personnel purposes

Powers: Inanna has been genetically modified strength and endurance. As such she can fight longer and harder than the normal soldier. In addition, her skull has been reinforced with a special metal that protects her from mental attacks. She is also an expert chef and some claim that her food has given them miraculous powers.

Biography:

 

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Ladies and Gentlemen of the BZPRPG, I come before you today, not as a guild master. Not as an expert RPer. Not in the spirit nobility and triumph but a spirit of humility. I come to you as but a pupil to the masters. I come as one whose message is terrible in both its meaning and its consequences. Although my knowledge is incomplete at best, I have sense the overtures of something so fearful that I have but no choice but to voice what I see as the birth pains of our destruction.

 

The delicate balance of power is currently being upset. Not even but two weeks in and all ready the tides have swiftly turned. Unless we do not act now we will soon have us an event far worse and far more horrible than that of the Santun war. Although I will admit that the Santun war was grand in its scale, vision, and participants, I'm certain that none of us wants a repeat performance anytime soon. Unless we do something to stop their spread, I fear that soon it will be too late to halt their progress.

 

I speak of course about the White Rose and her children, The Vyshanakan.

 

I say this not out of spite for Yukiko. Far from it! I have nothing but the utmost respect for her both as a fellow RPer and a person. However, I recognize the problems that arise that when the balance between the Roses is upset. Need I remind you of the Santun arc? Do we really want to have another wrap up topic that goes on for a year only to be put out of its misery? Is that what we want? Is that we even need?

 

How then shall we respond to this? An obvious answer would be to completely and utterly eradicate any and all traces of the previous BZPRPG and start anew. I am neither foolish nor brave enough to suggest such a course of action. I would never do so for two reasons. The first is that such a course of action is impossible. We can disregard the past as easily as a leopard can change its spots. While we might be able to start afresh, we would still have our past experiences and those would lead us back to the same problem of an imbalance. The second reason is that I would not ask you to abandon your rich and lush history. The BZPRPG is as old and as venerable as the forums itself, and that is nothing to be ashamed of.

 

However allow me to pose to you a different question: Should we even respond to this looming threat?

 

"No," says the BZPRPGer, "I have had my fill of the Santun arc and will have nothing else to do with it."

 

"No," says the newcomer, "I do not understand the intricacies of the old BZPRPG and they confuse me."

 

"No!" roars the Vyshanakan, "Our victory is all but assured and we will not be stopped.

 

I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Fate. A Rose where one would not have to fear the uncertain. Where the player would not have to fear death. Where you know that when your time comes you will be ready for it. And with a simple choice, Fate can become your Rose as well.

 

I already hear the cries. Heresy! Ban him! Unforgivable! Treason! Well then if what I have just suggested to you be treason then I will endeavor to make the most of it. Something must be done to stop the White Rose and the only viable option available to us is Fate.

 

However do not think that I am haughty enough to assume that I myself will lead the forward push. Perish the thought. I have only been among your ranks for only a brief six months. As previously stated my knowledge is at best incomplete and at worst false. However I am a student. A pupil. And my thirst for knowledge is only matched by my zeal to right this wrong. If you will teach me, I will learn.

 

Fate has called. Will you answer?

 

Located relatively to the north of the center of the Sphere, there existed a small grain plantation. It had recently been bought by an aging Turaga who had staffed it with several able bodied Matoran. Although it was a relatively tiny operation compared to the mega-farms sponsored by the major corporations and Administration, it still turned a tidy profit. Already the grain was ripe for harvest, and the workers were out in the fields slicing the stalks with their scythes. The work was hard, and sweat glistened on their muscled bodies, but they enjoyed it immensely. There was nothing quite like watching the plants grow day after day until they were ripe for harvest.

 

Meanwhile, the Turaga sat in her personal study. It was a rather spacious room, and the walls were lined with books. The far wall had been removed and replaced with a glass one so that she could sit behind her desk and look out over the entire plantation. It was a nice feeling, being able to look out over your own little slice of paradise.

 

She gave a sigh and returned to the work on her desk. Several manila folders were scattered about haphazardly.

 

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So how about them new signature guidelines man? 800x300 is a lot of space to work with. I've noticed some of you already started to clutter up my screen with massive images. Protip: That makes me a sad panda. None the less, my inner conformist demands I participate in this new found freedom, so I'll be doing it with a unique twist. Pure text, no images. Nothing but delicious size 1 Arial text will grace my sig, and you'll have to put up with it. The best part? You can't adblock this wall of text! No way. And if you went ahead disabled sigs, tough luck. You obviously can't comprehend my brilliance. I'll be here basking in this awesome sig while you muddle without sigs. I mean, 800x300. I could fit a whole short story or comedy in here. Should I? I mean I'm not even a third of the way done here. Nah, I won't. Maybe I'll remix this later on with a story where Lewa and Onua confess their true love for each other. I mean honestly, how many times has Onua saved Lewa? We must be in the dozens by now. But enough slash fiction, I have other stuff to talk about. Like how about those gender discrimination in the bionicle universe? I mean why is blue so commonly affiliated with femininity? You would think that red, the color of fire, would be a much better choice. I haven't met a girl I don't like who doesn't have a little bit of fire in her. But I suppose I should talk about something else besides this. Would you like to know about me? As you can tell, I have a little bit of troll in me. I bet by this time that this whole sig is much longer than that post of mine you just read. I mean honestly, I have such a large canvas to paint with. Why wouldn't I take advantage of it? I mean, so much space. Doesn't it look better with all these words in it? In this beloved size 1? I mean, think how much less would be here if the text size was smaller. I'd probably be reaching the limit at this point. But this way, you get more words for your space. Think of it as more bang for your buck. This way, I can tell you more. So I'll keep this gravy train a rollin until we reach the mother load! Non-stop words. You can't stop me cuz' I'm on a boat! No stop lights, word limits. Ain't nothin' gonna slow me down. I can imagine you right now. Still reading. Are you really that bored? You've sat here and read this whole thing. Do you give credence to every massive wall of text that rolls your way? Do you read everything you're told to read? Believe everything you're told to believe? Well, this warning is for you. Stop wasting your life. Get out there and live! Meet a member of the opposite sex. Get out of the house. Stop the excessive shopping. Prove your worth in a fight. If you don't seize your humanity, you're just another statistic. I mean seriously. Here we are, still not done, and you're still reading. How much longer are you going to sit here reading this? Til the end? Well good news, you're getting close. But this is no excuse to relax, you've still got a fair bit to go. I might wrap this up soon. I got a movie to catch with Aho. Going to watch Event Horizon. I've heard good things about it. Hopefully it'll be as good as people have made it out to be. But I probably won't clock out early. I have so much more to type! Unfortunately, I'm running out of room. This serves a serious problem. I suggest that henceforth we make the signatures bigger. 800x800 would be very, very nice. I'd be able to fit in so much more! But alas, it seems that this is the end of the road. Before I depart, I must ask you one thing.

You mad?