Ojalá fuera mejor coloreando con la compu >_>
Gracias GiGi....
ps. soy invencible....
miércoles, 29 de abril de 2009
Tributo a Crónica de Starwars
Ojalá fuera mejor coloreando con la compu >_>
Gracias GiGi....
ps. soy invencible....
martes, 28 de abril de 2009
Y bien?...
Pues mis compadres hunter como se llamará nuestro compact? mi corazon se inclina a S.T.A.R.S. solo cambiemos el significado de las siglas...
Supernatural Termiation And Restrain Squad por ejemplo o Squad of Terrible Aprentice with Rare Stench y si... seria mas gracioso si magodo supiera inglés
Comics de Dungeons and Dragons para Cobayos 6
No disfruté la sesion pasada de yunyuns, se nota en el comic obviamente, es corto y sarcastico, en fin que disfruten
Si su nombre es jorge cano pasar directamente a la hoja 4
Si su nombre es jorge cano pasar directamente a la hoja 4
domingo, 26 de abril de 2009
viernes, 24 de abril de 2009
Mission 0 13/04/09
Cheiron Group, Retreival Division
Agent: Miho Kuna
Date **/**/****
Report:
I arrived in Massachusets as planed without any delay, and headed to Arkham, from there I took a bus to Racoon City, roughly half an hour away from the small town. This was my first mission for the Cheiron group as a Hunter, a simple retreival mission, pick up some samples and take them back to Russia, as simple as that. I got off the bus and headed to the adress I was given, skating all the way until I reached the very corner of the specified street. I took my bag, within it the Katana that our local contact had given me and a simple hand gun, a couple changes of clothes and within a pocket in my Jacket the letter that showed who I was.
I knocked the door, there was no reply, the only sound reaching me was some comotion nextdoor, curiosity and boredom led me to peek inside, the door was open, and I simply looked inside, five people, all unknown to me, seemed to desperately be looking for something, one of them came out and entered the garage, completely ignoring me. I saw nothing of much interest and went and sat on the porch of the house where I was sent.
An hour went by when three of those next door aproached the house I was waiting at, I looked at them, two latinos, man and woman, and a rather pompous looking caucasian, I extended the letter to the latino man, he read it, and nodded before saying that the samples I was to collect had not arrived, that I should turn back.
I went to the hotel and signed in. and inmediately e-mailed HQ telling them what I had been told, their reply was swiftly delivered to me, they had confirmed the samples arrival, and ordering me to head back and retreive them.
I skated in the night to my destination, the caucasian man was sleeping outside the house with only a couple of bags with him. I did not put much attention to him, and went to the porch again, looking in through the windows in hope of seeing something within that I might identify as the samples. But the light was too dim. I wanted to get this done quickly so I simply sliced the door open, to my demise it was rigged with an alarm, the noise would wake the man on the yard, so I ran inside and hid myself. The neighors rushed in shortly after, I heard their footsteps and mumbling. I was able to keep myself hidden until the police arrived, their lights aiming right at my hideout, the first one to see me was the very same woman that had ignored me that very afternoon, she inmediately pointed a kitchen knife at me, next to her came the strange man, he took a chair and broke a leg of and wielded it as a club. But both were little effective against a proper weapon, I pointed my Katana at the woman, fearing more the blade thanh the chair- leg. I walked out the back door keeping my rivals at a distance, but as I stepped out I heard a dreadful noise, the clicking of a weapon being loaded, I turned to see another man holding a shotgun and aiming it at me. It was out of simple common sense than anything else that I dropped my sword. The police entered shortly after and took me captive under the charges of barging in.
I was taken in, and they tried to make me confess, still, they got nothing out of me, I kept myself silent ins spite of the fact that they could match my katana to my fingerprints. Not even the fact that the two people that lived in that house had gone missing and I was the prime suspect.
I waited patiently, sooner or later someone would come looking for me, to my surprise it was not the Cheiron group, but their American counterpart, they knew of my presence in the country, of my Identity and intentions, they had arranged with HQ that I would be helping them. They took me in some armored van to a strange warehouse near the lake, and told me to go through the back as they gave me my sword back, I obbeyed.
I climbed a couple of crates to reach a window, I looked inside and saw the trio that had me arrested facing a spider like creature with the torso of a woman fighting them, the creature was already bleeding and the shotgun still somked a bit. I jumped in and landed infront of the creature, unsheathed my Katana and with a simple swing I cut the creature´s head off.
The rest of the American agents barged in carrying weapons and looking for any other danger, at that time the only possible danger in the room, according to their standards, was me. They cuffed me and made us all exit.
I was first put in a strange cell, still I was properly fed and treated, some days passed before they gathered us four again, explaining us of Task Force Valkyrie, a secren government division that handled any supernatural phenomena, much like the Cheiron group does. They needed us to form a small cell of hunters, our mission would be to destroy these creatures, I will, but that does not mean I will not send HQ some samples as often as I can.
Six weeks have passed, in them we have been trained to meet the requirements for hunters to face creatures that exceed the abilities of humans, soon we will be sent out as a team, Until then I have nothing to say.
Agent: Miho Kuna
Date **/**/****
Report:
I arrived in Massachusets as planed without any delay, and headed to Arkham, from there I took a bus to Racoon City, roughly half an hour away from the small town. This was my first mission for the Cheiron group as a Hunter, a simple retreival mission, pick up some samples and take them back to Russia, as simple as that. I got off the bus and headed to the adress I was given, skating all the way until I reached the very corner of the specified street. I took my bag, within it the Katana that our local contact had given me and a simple hand gun, a couple changes of clothes and within a pocket in my Jacket the letter that showed who I was.
I knocked the door, there was no reply, the only sound reaching me was some comotion nextdoor, curiosity and boredom led me to peek inside, the door was open, and I simply looked inside, five people, all unknown to me, seemed to desperately be looking for something, one of them came out and entered the garage, completely ignoring me. I saw nothing of much interest and went and sat on the porch of the house where I was sent.
An hour went by when three of those next door aproached the house I was waiting at, I looked at them, two latinos, man and woman, and a rather pompous looking caucasian, I extended the letter to the latino man, he read it, and nodded before saying that the samples I was to collect had not arrived, that I should turn back.
I went to the hotel and signed in. and inmediately e-mailed HQ telling them what I had been told, their reply was swiftly delivered to me, they had confirmed the samples arrival, and ordering me to head back and retreive them.
I skated in the night to my destination, the caucasian man was sleeping outside the house with only a couple of bags with him. I did not put much attention to him, and went to the porch again, looking in through the windows in hope of seeing something within that I might identify as the samples. But the light was too dim. I wanted to get this done quickly so I simply sliced the door open, to my demise it was rigged with an alarm, the noise would wake the man on the yard, so I ran inside and hid myself. The neighors rushed in shortly after, I heard their footsteps and mumbling. I was able to keep myself hidden until the police arrived, their lights aiming right at my hideout, the first one to see me was the very same woman that had ignored me that very afternoon, she inmediately pointed a kitchen knife at me, next to her came the strange man, he took a chair and broke a leg of and wielded it as a club. But both were little effective against a proper weapon, I pointed my Katana at the woman, fearing more the blade thanh the chair- leg. I walked out the back door keeping my rivals at a distance, but as I stepped out I heard a dreadful noise, the clicking of a weapon being loaded, I turned to see another man holding a shotgun and aiming it at me. It was out of simple common sense than anything else that I dropped my sword. The police entered shortly after and took me captive under the charges of barging in.
I was taken in, and they tried to make me confess, still, they got nothing out of me, I kept myself silent ins spite of the fact that they could match my katana to my fingerprints. Not even the fact that the two people that lived in that house had gone missing and I was the prime suspect.
I waited patiently, sooner or later someone would come looking for me, to my surprise it was not the Cheiron group, but their American counterpart, they knew of my presence in the country, of my Identity and intentions, they had arranged with HQ that I would be helping them. They took me in some armored van to a strange warehouse near the lake, and told me to go through the back as they gave me my sword back, I obbeyed.
I climbed a couple of crates to reach a window, I looked inside and saw the trio that had me arrested facing a spider like creature with the torso of a woman fighting them, the creature was already bleeding and the shotgun still somked a bit. I jumped in and landed infront of the creature, unsheathed my Katana and with a simple swing I cut the creature´s head off.
The rest of the American agents barged in carrying weapons and looking for any other danger, at that time the only possible danger in the room, according to their standards, was me. They cuffed me and made us all exit.
I was first put in a strange cell, still I was properly fed and treated, some days passed before they gathered us four again, explaining us of Task Force Valkyrie, a secren government division that handled any supernatural phenomena, much like the Cheiron group does. They needed us to form a small cell of hunters, our mission would be to destroy these creatures, I will, but that does not mean I will not send HQ some samples as often as I can.
Six weeks have passed, in them we have been trained to meet the requirements for hunters to face creatures that exceed the abilities of humans, soon we will be sent out as a team, Until then I have nothing to say.
Hunter; Miho 0 V2.0
Hunter Miho
It has been roughly seven years since I stopped being as ignorant as I sometimes wish I were, as ignorant as most of these people around me, if it were not for the fact that now I know some of these people are not human, some see me as prey, some as something to emulate, in spite of the fact that I do know I am kind of an oddball, I have learnt not to express myself at all, it keeps people away.
I still remember when I was just a teenager, my early years in Japan, as comon looking as any teenager in Japan, but in the shady side of life my family was a fallen clan, once proud samurais, now only servants of Yakuza lords that were the only ones to find use in the swordsmanship techniques we had. It was a rather lonely life, so the only people I really cared about were those whom I thought worth it: My father, my mother and my sister. Their names are of no importance now, it only matters that deep inside I remember them.
Such line of work led us to our final demise, Basin City. Again our façade served us, we were there as tourists, visiting this somewhat large city. Basin City runs on the wrong rules, those not written but that override those in paper: corruption, prostitution, crime, greed. We thought a good hotel would give us shelter from that for a single night, it is all we asked. We were to simply serve as spies and guards for our Yakuza lord he was to visit some strange local mafia, they would only meet him at night. Still to have such peace in Basin City, you have to pay, something we did not know, no one bothered to explain it to us.
As we pulled into the hotel´s driveway, we were spotted by the inhuman predators of the city, this is mobsters obbeying a now dead Mafia ( thank you, Mayuri) seeing only fresh meat in me and my older sister. We stepped into the hotel, so did them, if lurking among shadows literally being one can be considered lurking, they stealthily followed us, father rented the suite, large enough to provide the four of us with comfort, it was not long after that these predators barged in, we had not even put our bags down when I looked at a blood stained blade protruding from my sister´s forehead, and two whispers passing next to my ears as bullets were lodged in my father´s head and mother´s chest. I survived only because I had entered the bathroom, which gave me cover. The men entered and mumbled something I cannot remember, I did not speak English at the time so it was all nonsense to me. He put his hand in his shirt and brought out what I did recognize as a golden roman number VII. He walked towards me, while the other had already picked my mother and seemed to suck the blood out of her chest.
The man closer to me wielded the same blade that three seconds before had gone through my sister´s skull, he smiled as he pointed it to my neck.
I remember little after that, I only woke up, being tended by another Japanese girl with a serious and melancholic look in her eyes. I looked dimly at her my sight was blurry. And heard a somewhat nassal voice behind her giving orders, in a language that was not English, and was even stranger to me. The girl just tended a bandage on my neck and walked away. I raised my hand to feel it, my throat hurt, and my voice gone forever.
It was a very well lit room, with no windows. All I could see was a strange symbol of what seemed to be a bow and an arrow, it was on everything, even the water bottles.
Another man came and interrogated me, he did speak Japanese, and asked me what I remembered, it was hard to do, but I did answer, writing it down, since my vocal cords were cut and could not be healed. Through him I learnt that I had been unconcious for many days, and that the ones who saved me were Mayuri and Nemu. And that those who attacked us were from a mafia rivaling that we were to visit.
Not long after, I was released, still they blindfolded me and drove me off right in the middle of Old Town. The translator coldly told me that their help was over as he took the blindfold off and pushed me out of the car. I fell half stunned by the news. I looked around, a foreign land for me, no one to go to, and who used to be our boss was successfully eliminated when my family was.
Three years were enough for me to forge myself in Basin City into most of what I am now, I already knew some martial arts, enough to defeat some guys that were threatening a prostitute, I took him on more out of the need to quench my thirst for justice after what I had been through. Thus I was often asked by them to protect them here and then, they would pay handsomely, I eventually used the money to pay for more training, The first man I killed, until then it had been my father who gave the finishing blows, some wealthy youngster, thinking himself owner of whatever he saw, maniacly tried to severe an arm off one of the girls, I shot him, not a style I liked, not an action that I felt proud of the moment, but at the time I felt how justice was served. The girls, were very thankful, they do protect one another, and often carry some heat, the police have no business there, and they more often than not end up shooting bastards that dare try to have their way without the adequate pay, they made no big fuzz about the dead man.
I slowly grew colder, I admit it, it helped me impose myself in spite of my small stature, I became a shadow in Old Town, receiving help some times (my dear Dwight, as I remember this I hope you are fine) helping some others serve Justice above corruption and the very written laws. It was when we went berserk against the very mafia that Mayuri contacted me again, not long after Jackie Boy and the Mafia fell to us.
The Cheiron Group, a multi enterprise conglomerated facading behind medicine and other stuff, the ones who helped me heal in exchange for my testimony years ago. Noticed how I had improved, helping the girls of Basin City and fighting relentlessly against many. I recognized his voice as he aproached, so stealthily that I aimed my sword at him, But he moved it away softly without me even being able to react. He talked to me offering me a revenge against those who hunt humans. Vampires had killed my family, I was finally told, and the Roarke family served a monster they believed to be some sort of demon, he said to me. He revealed to me what until then had been only tales. I felt compelled to help, Still there was something I would need to do before I could fully undergo the acquisition of Thaumatecnology.
It has been roughly seven years since I stopped being as ignorant as I sometimes wish I were, as ignorant as most of these people around me, if it were not for the fact that now I know some of these people are not human, some see me as prey, some as something to emulate, in spite of the fact that I do know I am kind of an oddball, I have learnt not to express myself at all, it keeps people away.
I still remember when I was just a teenager, my early years in Japan, as comon looking as any teenager in Japan, but in the shady side of life my family was a fallen clan, once proud samurais, now only servants of Yakuza lords that were the only ones to find use in the swordsmanship techniques we had. It was a rather lonely life, so the only people I really cared about were those whom I thought worth it: My father, my mother and my sister. Their names are of no importance now, it only matters that deep inside I remember them.
Such line of work led us to our final demise, Basin City. Again our façade served us, we were there as tourists, visiting this somewhat large city. Basin City runs on the wrong rules, those not written but that override those in paper: corruption, prostitution, crime, greed. We thought a good hotel would give us shelter from that for a single night, it is all we asked. We were to simply serve as spies and guards for our Yakuza lord he was to visit some strange local mafia, they would only meet him at night. Still to have such peace in Basin City, you have to pay, something we did not know, no one bothered to explain it to us.
As we pulled into the hotel´s driveway, we were spotted by the inhuman predators of the city, this is mobsters obbeying a now dead Mafia ( thank you, Mayuri) seeing only fresh meat in me and my older sister. We stepped into the hotel, so did them, if lurking among shadows literally being one can be considered lurking, they stealthily followed us, father rented the suite, large enough to provide the four of us with comfort, it was not long after that these predators barged in, we had not even put our bags down when I looked at a blood stained blade protruding from my sister´s forehead, and two whispers passing next to my ears as bullets were lodged in my father´s head and mother´s chest. I survived only because I had entered the bathroom, which gave me cover. The men entered and mumbled something I cannot remember, I did not speak English at the time so it was all nonsense to me. He put his hand in his shirt and brought out what I did recognize as a golden roman number VII. He walked towards me, while the other had already picked my mother and seemed to suck the blood out of her chest.
The man closer to me wielded the same blade that three seconds before had gone through my sister´s skull, he smiled as he pointed it to my neck.
I remember little after that, I only woke up, being tended by another Japanese girl with a serious and melancholic look in her eyes. I looked dimly at her my sight was blurry. And heard a somewhat nassal voice behind her giving orders, in a language that was not English, and was even stranger to me. The girl just tended a bandage on my neck and walked away. I raised my hand to feel it, my throat hurt, and my voice gone forever.
It was a very well lit room, with no windows. All I could see was a strange symbol of what seemed to be a bow and an arrow, it was on everything, even the water bottles.
Another man came and interrogated me, he did speak Japanese, and asked me what I remembered, it was hard to do, but I did answer, writing it down, since my vocal cords were cut and could not be healed. Through him I learnt that I had been unconcious for many days, and that the ones who saved me were Mayuri and Nemu. And that those who attacked us were from a mafia rivaling that we were to visit.
Not long after, I was released, still they blindfolded me and drove me off right in the middle of Old Town. The translator coldly told me that their help was over as he took the blindfold off and pushed me out of the car. I fell half stunned by the news. I looked around, a foreign land for me, no one to go to, and who used to be our boss was successfully eliminated when my family was.
Three years were enough for me to forge myself in Basin City into most of what I am now, I already knew some martial arts, enough to defeat some guys that were threatening a prostitute, I took him on more out of the need to quench my thirst for justice after what I had been through. Thus I was often asked by them to protect them here and then, they would pay handsomely, I eventually used the money to pay for more training, The first man I killed, until then it had been my father who gave the finishing blows, some wealthy youngster, thinking himself owner of whatever he saw, maniacly tried to severe an arm off one of the girls, I shot him, not a style I liked, not an action that I felt proud of the moment, but at the time I felt how justice was served. The girls, were very thankful, they do protect one another, and often carry some heat, the police have no business there, and they more often than not end up shooting bastards that dare try to have their way without the adequate pay, they made no big fuzz about the dead man.
I slowly grew colder, I admit it, it helped me impose myself in spite of my small stature, I became a shadow in Old Town, receiving help some times (my dear Dwight, as I remember this I hope you are fine) helping some others serve Justice above corruption and the very written laws. It was when we went berserk against the very mafia that Mayuri contacted me again, not long after Jackie Boy and the Mafia fell to us.
The Cheiron Group, a multi enterprise conglomerated facading behind medicine and other stuff, the ones who helped me heal in exchange for my testimony years ago. Noticed how I had improved, helping the girls of Basin City and fighting relentlessly against many. I recognized his voice as he aproached, so stealthily that I aimed my sword at him, But he moved it away softly without me even being able to react. He talked to me offering me a revenge against those who hunt humans. Vampires had killed my family, I was finally told, and the Roarke family served a monster they believed to be some sort of demon, he said to me. He revealed to me what until then had been only tales. I felt compelled to help, Still there was something I would need to do before I could fully undergo the acquisition of Thaumatecnology.
jueves, 23 de abril de 2009
Hunter Miho 0 20/04/09
Hunter Miho
It has been roughly seven years since I stopped being as ignorant as I sometimes wish I were, as ignorant as most of these people around me, if it were not for the fact that now I know some of these people are not human, some see me as prey, some as something to emulate, in spite of the fact that I do know I am kind of an oddball, I have learnt not to express myself at all, it keeps people away.
I still remember when I was just a teenager, as average as any teen can be in Japan, and as average as a tourist can be near Basin City, there my life changed. My family and I were simple tourists in America, traveling by car and visiting towns, a stop in the wretched city became necessary, my father was tired and we simply needed to rest.
Basin City runs on the wrong rules, those not written but that override those in paper, corruption, prostitution, crime, greed. We thought a good hotel would give us shelter from that for a single night, it is all we asked. Still to have such in Basin City, you have to pay, something we did not know, no one bothered to explain it to us. So as we pulled into the hotel´s driveway, we were spotted by the human predators of the city, mobsters obbeying a now dead Mafia ( thank you, Mayuri) seeing only fresh meat in me and my older sister. We stepped into the hotel, so did them, and they stealthily followed us, dad had rented the suite, large enough to provide the four of us of comfort, it was not long after that these predators barged in, we had not even put our bags down when I looked at a blood stained blade protruding from my sister´s forehead, and two whispers passing next to my ears as bullets were lodged in my father´s head and mother´s chest. I survived only because I had entered the bathroom, which gave me cover. The men entered and mumbled something I cannot remember, I did not speak English at the time so it was all nonsense to me. He put his hand in his shirt and brought out what I did recognize as a golden roman number: VII. He walked towards me, while the other had already picked my mother and seemed to suck the blood out of my mother´s chest.
The man closer to me wielded the same blade that three seconds before had gone through my sister´s skull, he smiled as he pointed it to my neck.
I remember little after that, I only woke up, being tended by another Japanese girl with a serious and melancholic look in her eyes. I looked dimly at her my sight was blurry. And heard a somewhat nassal voice behind her giving orders, in a language that was not English, and was even stranger to me. The girl just tended a bandage on my neck and walked away, it was a very well lit room, with no windows. All I could see was a strange symbol of what seemed to be a bow and an arrow, it was on everything, even the water bottles.
Another mand came and interrogated me, he did speak Japanese, and asked me what I remembered, it was hard to do, but I did answer, writing it down, since my vocal cords were cut and could not be healed. Through him I learnt that I had been unconcious for many days, and that the ones who saved me were Mayuri and Nemu. Not long after I was released, still they blindfolded me and drove me off right in the middle of Old Town. The translator coldly told me that their help was over as he took the blindfold off and pushed me out of the car.
Three years were enough for me to forge myself in Basin City into most of what I am now, I already knew some martial arts, enough to defeat some guys that were threatening a prostitute, thus I was often asked by them to protect them here and then, they would pay handsomely, I eventually used the money to pay for more training, The first man I killed, I remember him, some wealthy joungster, thinking himself owner of whatever he saw, maniacly tried to severe an arm off one of the girls, I shot him, not a style I liked, not an action that I felt proud of the moment, but at the time I felt how justice was served. The girls though, were very thankful, they do protect one another, and often carry some heat, the police have no business there, and they more often than not end up shooting bastards that dare try to have their way without the adequate pay, they made no big fuzz about the dead man.
I slowly grew colder, I admit it, it helped me impose myself in spite of my small stature, I became a shadow in Old Town, receiving help some times (my dear Dwight, as I remember this I hope you are fine) helping some others serve Justice above corruption and the very written laws. It was when we went berserk against the very mafia that Mayuri contacted me again.
The Cheiron Group, a multi enterprise conglomerated facading behind medicine and other stuff, the ones who helped me heal in exchange for my testimony years ago. Noticed how I had improved, helping the girls of Basin City and fighting relentlessly against many. I recognized his voice as he aproached, so stealthily that I aimed my sword at him, But he moved it away softly without me even being able to react. He talked to me offering me a revenge against those who hunt humans. Vampires had killed my family and the Roarke family served a monster they believed to be some sort of demon, he said to me. He revealed to me what until then had been only tales. I felt compelled to help, Still there was something I would need to do before I could fully undergo the acquisition of Thaumatecnology.
It has been roughly seven years since I stopped being as ignorant as I sometimes wish I were, as ignorant as most of these people around me, if it were not for the fact that now I know some of these people are not human, some see me as prey, some as something to emulate, in spite of the fact that I do know I am kind of an oddball, I have learnt not to express myself at all, it keeps people away.
I still remember when I was just a teenager, as average as any teen can be in Japan, and as average as a tourist can be near Basin City, there my life changed. My family and I were simple tourists in America, traveling by car and visiting towns, a stop in the wretched city became necessary, my father was tired and we simply needed to rest.
Basin City runs on the wrong rules, those not written but that override those in paper, corruption, prostitution, crime, greed. We thought a good hotel would give us shelter from that for a single night, it is all we asked. Still to have such in Basin City, you have to pay, something we did not know, no one bothered to explain it to us. So as we pulled into the hotel´s driveway, we were spotted by the human predators of the city, mobsters obbeying a now dead Mafia ( thank you, Mayuri) seeing only fresh meat in me and my older sister. We stepped into the hotel, so did them, and they stealthily followed us, dad had rented the suite, large enough to provide the four of us of comfort, it was not long after that these predators barged in, we had not even put our bags down when I looked at a blood stained blade protruding from my sister´s forehead, and two whispers passing next to my ears as bullets were lodged in my father´s head and mother´s chest. I survived only because I had entered the bathroom, which gave me cover. The men entered and mumbled something I cannot remember, I did not speak English at the time so it was all nonsense to me. He put his hand in his shirt and brought out what I did recognize as a golden roman number: VII. He walked towards me, while the other had already picked my mother and seemed to suck the blood out of my mother´s chest.
The man closer to me wielded the same blade that three seconds before had gone through my sister´s skull, he smiled as he pointed it to my neck.
I remember little after that, I only woke up, being tended by another Japanese girl with a serious and melancholic look in her eyes. I looked dimly at her my sight was blurry. And heard a somewhat nassal voice behind her giving orders, in a language that was not English, and was even stranger to me. The girl just tended a bandage on my neck and walked away, it was a very well lit room, with no windows. All I could see was a strange symbol of what seemed to be a bow and an arrow, it was on everything, even the water bottles.
Another mand came and interrogated me, he did speak Japanese, and asked me what I remembered, it was hard to do, but I did answer, writing it down, since my vocal cords were cut and could not be healed. Through him I learnt that I had been unconcious for many days, and that the ones who saved me were Mayuri and Nemu. Not long after I was released, still they blindfolded me and drove me off right in the middle of Old Town. The translator coldly told me that their help was over as he took the blindfold off and pushed me out of the car.
Three years were enough for me to forge myself in Basin City into most of what I am now, I already knew some martial arts, enough to defeat some guys that were threatening a prostitute, thus I was often asked by them to protect them here and then, they would pay handsomely, I eventually used the money to pay for more training, The first man I killed, I remember him, some wealthy joungster, thinking himself owner of whatever he saw, maniacly tried to severe an arm off one of the girls, I shot him, not a style I liked, not an action that I felt proud of the moment, but at the time I felt how justice was served. The girls though, were very thankful, they do protect one another, and often carry some heat, the police have no business there, and they more often than not end up shooting bastards that dare try to have their way without the adequate pay, they made no big fuzz about the dead man.
I slowly grew colder, I admit it, it helped me impose myself in spite of my small stature, I became a shadow in Old Town, receiving help some times (my dear Dwight, as I remember this I hope you are fine) helping some others serve Justice above corruption and the very written laws. It was when we went berserk against the very mafia that Mayuri contacted me again.
The Cheiron Group, a multi enterprise conglomerated facading behind medicine and other stuff, the ones who helped me heal in exchange for my testimony years ago. Noticed how I had improved, helping the girls of Basin City and fighting relentlessly against many. I recognized his voice as he aproached, so stealthily that I aimed my sword at him, But he moved it away softly without me even being able to react. He talked to me offering me a revenge against those who hunt humans. Vampires had killed my family and the Roarke family served a monster they believed to be some sort of demon, he said to me. He revealed to me what until then had been only tales. I felt compelled to help, Still there was something I would need to do before I could fully undergo the acquisition of Thaumatecnology.
lunes, 20 de abril de 2009
Nombre del Compact
Pues bien ya somos un compact(los que jugamos hunter) y el nombre escojido por dreigon (red talons) no le gusto a varios, a mi no me molesta pero podemos pensar algo mas cool... asi que por que no ponen ideas en los comments de nombres, tambien invito a gigio a participar, el theme principal es mitología nordica, pero cualquier cosa chida funcionara supongo...
Este post tambien es un poco un pretexto para presumir el concepto de Claire el cual me encantó :D. y porlo menos se que gigio tambien sera igual o más fan que yo de el, jaja
Este post tambien es un poco un pretexto para presumir el concepto de Claire el cual me encantó :D. y porlo menos se que gigio tambien sera igual o más fan que yo de el, jaja
TFV; Personajes
La crónica de WOD apenas empieza, pero si requieren de información de los NPCs, solo escribanla en los comentarios de este blog para empezar a trabajar. Por lo pronto aqui estan los personajes que han salido:
General Samantha Carter, Líder del Sector de TFV en Boston, experta en Hechiceros.
Coronel John Sheppard, Líder del equipo Odin y del departamento de Project Twilight.
Dr. Rodney Mackkay, Líder del departamento de investigaciones y miembro del equipo Odin.
Dr. Carson Beckett, Líder del departamento de bio-medicina, experto en Hadas y Changelings.
Dr. Radek Zelenka, segundo del departamento de investigaciones, experto en Prometheans.
Dra. Kate Heghtmayer, Líder del departamento de salud mental y del departamento de Project Adamanski, experta en espíritus y posesiones.
1st Liutenent Teyla Emmagan, miembro del equipo Odin, experta en vampiros y combate cuerpo a cuerpo.
2nd Liutenent Ronon Dex, miembro del equipo Odin, experto en werewolves, vampiros y combat armado (aunque tambien destaca en cuerpo a cuerpo)
General Samantha Carter, Líder del Sector de TFV en Boston, experta en Hechiceros.
Coronel John Sheppard, Líder del equipo Odin y del departamento de Project Twilight.
Dr. Rodney Mackkay, Líder del departamento de investigaciones y miembro del equipo Odin.
Dr. Carson Beckett, Líder del departamento de bio-medicina, experto en Hadas y Changelings.
Dr. Radek Zelenka, segundo del departamento de investigaciones, experto en Prometheans.
Dra. Kate Heghtmayer, Líder del departamento de salud mental y del departamento de Project Adamanski, experta en espíritus y posesiones.
1st Liutenent Teyla Emmagan, miembro del equipo Odin, experta en vampiros y combate cuerpo a cuerpo.
2nd Liutenent Ronon Dex, miembro del equipo Odin, experto en werewolves, vampiros y combat armado (aunque tambien destaca en cuerpo a cuerpo)
sábado, 18 de abril de 2009
Siempre sean amables
no importa si tienen un mercedes...
miren este, esta bien bueno, jaja
miren, parece quel mal que sufre la judia es mas comun de lo que pensamos...
miren este, esta bien bueno, jaja
miren, parece quel mal que sufre la judia es mas comun de lo que pensamos...
jueves, 16 de abril de 2009
Comics de Dungeons para Cobayos 4
esta semana no solo lo termine temprano sino que tambien decidi subirlo de una vez... en realidad pasaron muchas cosas pero por lo mismo quize comerme partes que solo explique en texto y al parecer me pasé, en fin creo que es mejor esto a que quede incompleto...
Here is Johnny!
Here is Johnny!
Un gigio y un costilla Ruso,
Erase una vez un Gigio, y un costillin ruso, que se preparaban para matar al dragon, poniendose sus armaduras, y viendose estupidos, mientras posaban para la camara.
miércoles, 15 de abril de 2009
martes, 14 de abril de 2009
Empieza la Caza!!!!
Hola Jugadores de Hunter, esta pregunta se me ocurrió mientras preparaba la historia para la cazeria, asi que aqui les va!!:
¿Que tipo de monstruo te gustaria cazar?
1. Vampiros, Ghouls y Wights
2. Zombies y Revenants
3. Fantasmas y Espiritus (demonios)
4. Hadas y Changelings
5. Prometeans, pandoras y clones
6. Brujas, ritualistas y telépatas
7. Hombres lobo y cambiaformas
8. Poseidos y aberraciones
9. Criptoides (solo monstruos)
10. Humanos (hola punisher, adios humanidad)
Que comience la cazeria!!!!!!!!!!
lunes, 13 de abril de 2009
jueves, 9 de abril de 2009
lunes, 6 de abril de 2009
Comics de Dungeons para Cobayos 2
esta vez subí las imagenes a photobucket pues al parecer se veian muy chicas y la herramienta del zoom de la otra galeria no era muy buena, me dices cual prefieres como sea...
WHEN WE LAST LEFT OUR HEROES... AND THE MIDGET...
WHEN WE LAST LEFT OUR HEROES... AND THE MIDGET...
domingo, 5 de abril de 2009
Alguien nos espia!
Alguien nos espia, y se roba nuestras ideas de rol, estoy convencido,
Primero lo de la porta nigra, despues esto
SON LA VIVA IMAGEN DE LAS BUBS DE ANGELA!!!!
jajaja me encontre esa comic hoy, que opinas Manolo?
De paso, checa esto Manolo, son las que te decia.
sábado, 4 de abril de 2009
Street Fighter
Revisen este quiz, a mi me salio Guile, haganlo y pongan sus resultados.
http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/980379/which-street-fighter-character-are-you-for-all
http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/980379/which-street-fighter-character-are-you-for-all
You are GUILE! The leader of good. He is the definition of justice for all. He will make sure to finish the fight even willingly all the way to death. He tries, at first, to bring good before conflict however he can. His attire represents his just and noble values. Your one of the best Street Fighters!
viernes, 3 de abril de 2009
TAUN TAUN
QUIERO UNO; SOOOOOOOOOO BAD!!
http://www.ohgizmo.com/2009/04/03/you-asked-for-it-thinkgeek-to-try-to-produce-tauntaun-sleeping-bag/
http://www.ohgizmo.com/2009/04/03/you-asked-for-it-thinkgeek-to-try-to-produce-tauntaun-sleeping-bag/
miércoles, 1 de abril de 2009
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