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<title mode='escaped'>Someone pass the Napalm..</title>
<tagline mode='escaped'>Hiroshima&apos;s gonna blow.</tagline>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Unfortunatley...</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:nuked_:10395</id>
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    <issued>2006-01-22T09:55:00</issued>
    <modified>2006-01-21T20:59:34Z</modified>
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      <name>Nuked: A Superhuman JROCK RPG</name>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Nuked is on hiatus again, possibly this time might bring closure and disbanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there may be a replacement at hand for those lost in the hiatus this time.&lt;br /&gt;But give me time, i have to co-erce and beg and plead.</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>NUKED IS RE OPENED!</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:nuked_:10217</id>
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    <issued>2005-12-31T21:20:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-12-31T08:28:42Z</modified>
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      <name>Nuked: A Superhuman JROCK RPG</name>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Hah, and you thought we were gonna cloooose :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently the positions open are:&lt;br /&gt;X-japan (Toshi, Taiji, Heath, Pata)&lt;br /&gt;Spread Beaver (Kiyoshi, Ina, JOE, D.I.E., Kaz etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many other bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! A new rpg is starting! (If i can get the interest!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What if, hide was the evil one.. and Saitoh was hismortal enemy on the pacifistic side?&quot;.. and i started to toy with it,and came up with something pliable&quot;hide gains a succesful career as amusician, is evenetually asked to be ambassador ofjapan&apos;s mutant populace to the United Nations, in 2003 starts to decline into darkness via his telepathicHallucinations that he&apos;s always had problems with.. Doing all he can to go againstwhat he thinks is causing them.. he drives the parts of the world he has major influence with.. down into hell.. as his violent militant base strives to take over Japan and the United States while Saitoh and the UN attempt to prevent it. Meanwhile, after more battles between Sai and hide ensue, hide looks inward to what he was ten years ago in 2003 and realizes he&apos;s wrong.  Taking two years sabbatical from his militant base, he grows his hair back out, dyes it and fucks with it the way he wants and shows up on his cousin&apos;s door with an apology.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;ll be semi different from my fic, and three positions are already reserved until further notice :D (So sorry for those who want Sai, hide or Yoshiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may reserve via this post if you would like :D</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Hiatus.</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:nuked_:9841</id>
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    <issued>2005-11-17T20:50:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-11-17T07:51:23Z</modified>
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      <name>Nuked: A Superhuman JROCK RPG</name>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Nuked is on hiatus. &lt;br /&gt;If you want to keep playing in here comment here.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve got more active rpgs i&apos;m working on..&lt;br /&gt;and i&apos;m a bit miffed this one went nowhere.</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Cut N&apos; Warnings</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:nuked_:9574</id>
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    <issued>2005-11-05T10:24:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-11-04T21:27:44Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=blood_demon&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://blood-demon.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;blood_demon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kyo is cut, and replaced with another who&apos;s journal isn&apos;t created yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=jaded_sky&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jaded-sky.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jaded_sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Is cut, and deleted her own journal (Geeze people let me know abotu this alright?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=red_headed_dred&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://red-headed-dred.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;red_headed_dred&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, You have to let me know what&apos;s going on Mel &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi Warnings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to update, most of those not listed are active OFF our journals.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 UPDATE DAMNIT! (I didn&apos;t warn panda cause she&apos;s obviously got a few net problems)</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Ahem.</title>
    <id>urn:lj:greatestjournal.com:atom1:nuked_:9354</id>
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    <issued>2005-10-19T20:47:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-10-19T07:47:11Z</modified>
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      <name>Nuked: A Superhuman JROCK RPG</name>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Alright people, it&apos;s october.. if you aren&apos;t involving yourself in a storyline , and are making no effort to  BECOME involved, then this place isn&apos;t for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if your in here and you&apos;ve been notifiying mods that your reasoning supplies intent to involve yourself inside this rpg, and it&apos;s current storyline.. but real life tends to shoot you in the foot and not let you go further (IE: No Internet, School, family problems) then that&apos;s alright. Just be truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d like to take the time to note that if you aren&apos;t going to update, or involve yourself by november and your not of the &quot;Exemptions&quot; list, then please by all means take your muses elsewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don&apos;t want you here if you don&apos;t want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you, who have been updating, and for those who have tried to and are in the exempt list.. thanks again for being a part of this rpg. It&apos;s a fun experience, and i hope it lasts beyond christmas 2005. Let&apos;s make it even better and hopefully live to be the first AU mutant jrock rpg to last over a year. (Maybe that&apos;s stretching it! 8D)</content>
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    <issued>2005-10-15T19:08:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-10-16T06:13:30Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Your Name: Samantha, Samy for short :D&lt;br /&gt;Jrocker: BoA&lt;br /&gt;Abilities: ghost like powers, talk to them, see them, control them, lets a ghost possesses her for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;Band/s: solo&lt;br /&gt;Jrocker&apos;s Journal: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=xxboaxx&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xxboaxx.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;xxboaxx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available AIM SN: xAerislulux&lt;br /&gt;Small Writing Sample: &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the wind brush her skin and hair, looking at the horizon from the building that she was sitting at. Nothing really came to her mind only that her ghostly powers didn&apos;t want to take her boredom away. She felt tired and sleepy as she leaned back on her elbows, letting her legs dangle over the edge of the tall building that she didn&apos;t know what was the name of it.  Kwon finally leaned fully back laying, now looking at the sky that seemed to go on forever. As she looked at the few puffy clouds, that didn&apos;t seem to have a figure of anything to her anymore, reflected on the things that happened. How she lost her friends and family her cat that she loved so much  but that&apos;s all over. She wont lie, of course she wanted -some- of her friends dead but now that it actually happened it seems really boring and annoying when you have no one to have entertain you or have your cat to pet. All seemed quite and this made her close her eyes slightly &quot;Just fade away..boredem&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: not that I can think of o_o;</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Rules Update</title>
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    <issued>2005-10-05T19:37:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-10-05T06:38:59Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Changed a few things, and if your interested check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking to fill a few more members spots, Sugizo&apos;s been open for a few weeks now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out the message board of our new affiliate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jculture.clicdev.com&quot;&gt;http://jculture.clicdev.com&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <issued>2005-10-02T17:15:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-10-03T06:16:22Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Your Name:Shay&lt;br /&gt;Jrocker: KeiT (Kenta okabe)&lt;br /&gt;Abilities: At this time.. unknown&lt;br /&gt;Band/s: Ex Phobia, Ex Planetuim&lt;br /&gt;Jrocker&apos;s Journal: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=keit&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://keit.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;keit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available AIM SN: Keitxkitten&lt;br /&gt;Small Writing Sample: haha you dont need this&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Hiroshima, Keit is another clone created by Aya as a subject for his current project. Aya has kept his powers locked so he will be a effective subject. Keit is also kept under lock and key to keep from Tsuki no Ai getting a hold of him</content>
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    <issued>2005-09-19T19:41:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-09-19T07:44:21Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Your Name: The mod.&lt;br /&gt;Character&apos;s Name: Akihito Kawamera&lt;br /&gt;Abilities: Arachnid Control *Summoning*, Enhanced *But not Superhuman* Senses, Strength. Spiderweb creation.&lt;br /&gt;Male/Female: Male&lt;br /&gt;Character&apos;s Journal: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=deviantspiderx&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://deviantspiderx.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;deviantspiderx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available AIM SN: PsyenceSxty/DeviantSpiderX (Because AIM has linking issues, somteims the second wont work)&lt;br /&gt;Small Writing Sample: See user info.&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Akihito speaks as if he&apos;s from the Louisiana area, it&apos;s a little watered down because he&apos;s lived in both Okinawa and New Orleans, but he barley speaks any japanese, Looks nearly exactly like a nineteen year old hide, and can understand japanese.. just can&apos;t speak it.</content>
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    <issued>2005-09-19T19:25:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-09-19T07:25:59Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>I&apos;m not dropping aki, i&apos;m changing his journal (This used to be a personal journal almost a year ago, and i&apos;m most likley going to delete it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll reapply when i get the new journal</content>
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    <issued>2005-09-19T19:15:00</issued>
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    <issued>2005-09-18T22:38:00</issued>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Your Name: Clive&lt;br /&gt;Jrocker: Kozi&lt;br /&gt;Abilities: (It&apos;s kinda hard to explain, so bear with me...)  Can shed his skin to do the following: take on another elemental structure (skin and hair only) for two hours, take on another appearance for two hours, get rid of wounds and dirt.  In english, he can shed his normal skin to take on another human appearance, or for his skin to become some other element (like he can turn his skin into diamond or rubber), or he can take off his burnt or wounded skin and there&apos;s new skin under it.&lt;br /&gt;Band/s: ex-Malice Mizer, Eve of Destiny, Solo(yes, I know that&apos;s not all of them...&amp;gt;.&amp;gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Jrocker&apos;s Journal: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=shed_ur_skin&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://shed-ur-skin.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;shed_ur_skin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available AIM SN: Pet the catboy&lt;br /&gt;Small Writing Sample: &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kozi streched slightly, getting ready to go out and get the paper and his mail.  He liked these days that he could get up late, ready to go for hours into the night later.  He poured himself the usual coffee and headed out the front door, mug in hand.  He stared at his feet, knowing that, like always, the neighbors were watching him from their windows.  They knew what he was, and they were afraid of it, and no matter what he had done to try to make friends, they always watched him in the mornings and talked about him every afternoon over the phone.  Everyone in the neighborhood did, though none of them knew what his power was.  He wondered to himself what they would do if they saw his power, would they all throw up?  Or call the cops?  He smirked slightly to himself, balancing his mug on top of the mailbox, and moving to take a hold of his cheeks while watching a window that he could distinctly see the faces of the middle aged neighbors.  He ran his hands up his cheeks, raking his fingernails through the skin on their decent, the skin peeling off under them.  For anyone who didn&apos;t know him, it must have looked much like he was scratching his skin off, the new skin underneith red from being newly created.  He watched as the neighbors, gasped with fright, running off to the phone as he smirked, finishing pulling the layer off of his face.  He flicked the now dead skin to the ground and picked up his mug again, heading back to his house with a satisfied smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: nopers ^.^ hehehehehehehehrehehehehehehehehehhehehe&lt;wbr /&gt;he</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Dropping.</title>
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    <issued>2005-09-18T08:51:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-09-17T20:51:59Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Dropping the black-and-red-eyed bastard.&lt;br /&gt;Y&apos;all will understand if you read &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=icedfyre&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://icedfyre.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;icedfyre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;Keepin&apos; everyone else, just droppin him like a fly :3</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Nuked Fic: Warning SPOILERS!</title>
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    <issued>2005-09-13T21:38:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-09-13T09:38:51Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Title: A death in the family, nightmares are anonymous&lt;br /&gt;Archive: Go ahead, i don&apos;t care&lt;br /&gt;Credit to: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=nuked_&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://nuked-.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;nuked_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; / xkasumispider@att.net/ everfree_dx@hotmail.com (and others in the rpg)&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Jrock / Mutant Crossover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saitoh stepped outside of the darkness, blood dripping from fingers, a sardonic look fixed upon his smooth young Asian face. He&apos;d just began his cleansing of the &apos;inner soul&apos; of his homeland, claiming the impure as fodder for his experiments, and food for his dinner. Walking off the battlefield, he smirked, staring at his younger cousin with a look to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So you believed me when i said i had a mental problem?&quot; Saitoh grinned, knowing he had hide in a locked grip. &quot;You&apos;re as gullible as your mother, you all believed Aya was killed on accident, my parents disowned me.&quot; he laughed, his hand raised to his face ripping the mask over the lower part of his face. &quot; I&apos;m quite sane hideto, the problem is.. are you? You who have played right into my hands, you have nothing left to lose but your own limbs.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide gulped, he had just watched half of his staff and students be ripped apart to shreds. Something like this was bound to happen he was thinking, but he wasn&apos;t sure how bad it would happen. Keeping the shield over him and whoever was left he snarled, &quot; I believed you because i love you, your my fuxxn&apos; family Saitoh, my brother and i kept an eye out over you when you were low, or when we believed you were low.&quot; he lowly growled, trying to hold back from fighting yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saitoh flipped his arm out, making his arm blades retract and point toward the ground below him. He moved swiftly to break the shield in front of him, and holding the blades toward a young boy&apos;s neck. &quot;Now you can&apos;t move, checkmate, your king is going to die.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ah&apos;m sorry.. but your wrong&quot; the young boy said, in a semi faked southern accent, fooling the man in front of him temporarily. &quot;Fuxx you.&quot; he said, placing a hand on Saitoh&apos;s forehead and attacking him telepathically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saitoh managed to block most of the attack, realizing he&apos;d been tricked.. he placed a hand on the young boy&apos;s throat and held it there, tightening with every breath. &quot;Show yourself.&quot; What seemed to be hide, was really Aki telepathically disguised, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Let GO.&quot; hide demanded, leaving himself open to any attack, knowing if he didn&apos;t fight.. eventually Saitoh would let go, or so he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;hide. don&apos;t let him kill you. ah don&apos;t believe he&apos;s gonna let go, ah can&apos;t see any reason for him to.&quot; Akihito replied, trying to decide what to do at a moment&apos;s notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;ll be fine Aki, worry about the others.&quot; hide said, glaring at Saitoh straight in the eyes. &quot;You will let go.&quot; he commanded, coldly. &quot;Checkmate my fuxxn&apos; ass.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m not even restraining myself anymore hideto, eventually your neck will snap, and you&apos;ll either die, or be wheelchair bound the rest of your life. YOUR life is in my hands, and i intend to end it.&quot; Saitoh snarled, tightening his grip more. Watching his younger cousin fight for his life, and fighting to use the telekinesis ability born to him. &quot;You Will Die Now.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Is there any reason you have to kill me? &quot; hide asked nonchalantly, staring into Saitoh&apos;s eyes, trying to dig within and shut down the neurocentres controlling his rage, and failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That&apos;s right, there is no rage. This is just who i am, deal with it you little twerp.&quot; Saitoh laughed, tightening his grip further, feeling bones starting to give way in hide&apos;s neck he shivered a little, the rush of the next kill, and his inner conciounce telling him it was his family he was killing. &quot;No. I&apos;m GOING to kill you, I&apos;m not going to fucking wimp out just because you so called love me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide was starting to choke intently, and couldn&apos;t breathe properly, &quot;LET... &quot; he gulped, trying to concentrate, &quot;LET GO.&quot; hide tried to loosen Saitoh&apos;s grip, and was winning in some ways and failing in others. The further his grip was pulled away, the harder Saitoh lashed at him with an arm blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Your impure.&quot; Saitoh snarled, tightening his grip further, lashing again at hide&apos;s left side, even slashing three inches of hair off to the ground. &quot;Die.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the loss of blood in such a little amount of time was starting to affect his ability to use his own powers, he stepped back after Saitoh let go. His neck wasn&apos;t broken, not yet.. but it was dangerously off balance, enough to break on it&apos;s own. &quot;Sai.. Sai. don&apos;t do.. don&apos;t do this to me..&quot; hide cried out.. the pain was overbearing and searing throughout his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;See this blood streak in my hair hideto? That&apos;s Yoshiki. after i cut into his hands, removing his ability to play, and then stabbing his heart so he couldn&apos;t live. Maybe not my most creative kill, but he needed to die.. he annoyed me.&quot; Saitoh laughed sardonically, letting go of hide&apos;s neck, he wasn&apos;t caring one way or another. He reached over and grabbed Daisuke by the arm and grinned, &quot;My puppets are all pawns, they&apos;re just as impure as you.. do you want to see?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Saitoh..&quot; Daisuke gulped, knowing if he wasn&apos;t careful his life was about to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Saitoh.. don&apos;t.&quot; hide used what was left of his telekinesis to hold his neck from breaking. He was shivering wildly, knowing his own life was ending, &quot;You didn&apos;t kill any of them did you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saitoh chuckled, &quot;Are you insane? Of course i did, it&apos;s tearing you apart like cancer.&quot; he slashed Daisuke across the stomach, leaving entrails falling out everywhere. &quot;Impure.&quot; he said, watching Daisuke fall flat faced down to the floor dead. &quot; This is because there is no love in the world it&apos;s a facade. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;SAITOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&quot; hide screamed, watching another get killed. &quot; Don&apos;t FUXXN kill anymore..&quot; he screamed, trying to run after Saitoh, but he couldn&apos;t move two inches without his neck feeling like it was about to snap, and it was. His breathing became irregular, and he grabbed his chest like there was a hole inside waiting to explode with organ entrails. Huffing, puffing and salivating just to stay alive, he cringed and held out toward saitoh, and cried out. &quot; Don&apos;t do this. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Don&apos;t do what? &quot; Saitoh smirked, taking a pack of hide&apos;s ciggarettes from the pocket of the dying man&apos;s pants. Pulling one out, he lit it, smoked it and blew it in hide&apos;s face. &quot; Don&apos;t murder people for the sake of the thrill? You should know by now to-chan, i have no heart. I never have.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; ... fuxx. &quot; hide was losing conciousness, and was unable to stand on his own without his telekinesis. Falling to his knees in front of Saitoh, he gulped. &quot; Why? &quot; he growled, &quot;Why me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Because you need to learn that pacifism isn&apos;t going to work. Your little game, it&apos;s made you lose everything you and your staff hold so dear.&quot; Saitoh chuckled, patting hide on the head like a small dog. &quot; Besides, it&apos;s not like you needed Yoshiki for anything. &quot; he smiled, &quot;And you fucked up the takara thing, i won&apos;t even go there.&quot; he laughed again, he knew where to press the buttons, how and how hard. &quot; By the way, shall i keep her around? or shall her fingernails be burnt to the core, her hair cut off, and her insides torn out from her cunt?&quot; he grinned, &quot;Fried Takara for&quot; dinner.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; YOU WOULDN&apos;T. &quot; hide growled, holding himself from falling flat on his face and dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Oh but that&apos;s the fun of it, i could. I won&apos;t because she&apos;s a use to me, and she enjoys my company.&quot; he spit the ciggarette out in hide&apos;s face and walked five feet away from him, pullling out a gun, and pointing it in the vicinity of hide&apos;s temples. &quot;Give up, your not going to win.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Do it. &quot; hide said, holding the gun further toward his head and harder, to prove to Saitoh he was afraid of others dying, but not himeslf. &quot; Don&apos;t tell me you assumed i&apos;m afraid of death? &quot; hide gulped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Why bother when your trying to kill yourself? besides, if i were to kill you..i&apos;d do it properly.&quot; Saitoh laughed, moving the gun back toward his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Do it. You want to fucking kill me, then do it.&quot; hide growled, he didn&apos;t want to die slowly, but rather quickly. He didn&apos;t think he could muster the strength to use his telepathy to get help, and he was almost ready to just pass out and let saitoh shoot him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; It&apos;s no fun when it&apos;s easy to-chan, look.. if i wanted you dead.. i would&apos;ve killed you faster than superman on viagra.&quot; Saitoh replied, tilting his head, and watching hide die slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide lost control immediatley, he fell forward as his knees gave way to the pressure, the bones in his neck bending and snapping. Unable to breathe, gasping for air.. hide looked through the side of his eyes trying to kepe his eyes open and lungs working. Every muscle in his body shutdown, as he fell unconcious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I guess my work is done here.&quot; Saitoh smiled, leaving his younger cousin to bleed. Putting a finger inside the blood puddle, he licked his finger afterward and grinned, getting back up and trekking further on down the road a bit. Stopping at a small building housing a few of his lackies he grinned as he picked Takara out of the lounge and dragged her down to see the aftermath. &quot; You, wanted him dead right ? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black haired beauty walked with Saitoh to the body of her exlover who was laying face down in the ground and unconcious. &quot;hide!!!!!&quot; she screamed, as she could see his body gush with blood,broken bones and more. She growled, trying to attack Saitoh with every bit of strength she had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; You won&apos;t hurt me, dear.&quot; Saitoh grinned, as the woman tried to freeze off bits of his body. &quot; Ooo your sending CHILLS down my spine.&quot; he pushed her aside lightly, &quot;Stop woman, there is no use.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There is.&quot; Takara screamed, trying to hit Saitoh in strategic places, and failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saitoh became quite angry, and grabbed her by the hair and threw her aside. &quot; You stupid bitch, do you understand what your life really means to me after you keep needlessly attacking me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; I DON&apos;T CARE !! I&apos;m TIRED OF YOU TRYING TO HURT HIM! NO WONDER HE&apos;S SO FUCKED UP!!!&quot; she commented, screaming into saitoh&apos;s ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; There is nothing more you can do to save yourself.&quot; Saitoh exclaimed, placing a hand over takara&apos;s face and beginning to pressurize and trying to crush her skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;... taka-chan.&quot; hide said, gathering as much strength as he could to wake up, and get ahold of what was going on. &quot;TAKARA!!!&quot; he yelled, sensing her danger. He was blinded by the blood covering, and dried over his eyelids, his telepathy his only sight. &quot;GODDAMNIT SAITOH DON&apos;T KILL HER!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Your still alive?&quot; Saitoh mock laughed, &quot;I guess i&apos;ll just have to finish you off later my dear, i have to take care of your loverboy first.&quot; he moved his hands off Takara&apos;s head, and walked back toward hide, gliding in each step as he slipped his armblades back out. &quot;So hideto.. life or death? You do know that justice served it&apos;s purpose, and it said to me once, kill the man.. he isn&apos;t worth a cent to this world.&quot; he slapped hide across the face, &quot;That&apos;s for killing Aya.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Aya wasn&apos;t murdered Saitoh, he was sadly a casualty in YOUR war that YOU Created.&quot; hide snarled, reaching into Saitoh&apos;s mind and trying to shut it down with what strength he had left. &quot;Your more than defiant Saitoh, do you realize i&apos;m not here to hurt anyone? I&quot;m here to help you .. remember sai?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;GET OUT OF MY MIND!&quot; Saitoh smacked hide aside, growling and knowing full well he made more damage to the man&apos;s already frail body. Watching the other side of him bleed out like hurricane flooded waters, made a grin come across his face like a court jester in the middle of a trick. He then turned to Takara and bowed, smiling and grinning he uttered &quot;Arigatou Gozaimasu... ARRRIGAAATOU GOZAIMASU&quot; as he shapeshifted into his now dying cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takara didn&apos;t take the impersonation well, noticing the vocal impersonation was nearly to the tee, she growled. Her first option was to move close to Saitoh, and try to freeze off one of his armblades, or either that or make an ice blade. Opting for the latter, she made an ice dagger, and walked toward her enemy with a snarl. &quot;Don&apos;t YOU DARE impersonate or MOCK hide like that, DO YOU HEAR ME?&quot; </content>
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    <issued>2005-09-12T03:32:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-09-12T07:36:16Z</modified>
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      <name>Nuked: A Superhuman JROCK RPG</name>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Your Name: Ari&lt;br /&gt;Jrocker: Terachi Shinya&lt;br /&gt;Abilities: Phasing&lt;br /&gt;Band/s: La&apos;Sadies and Dir en grey&lt;br /&gt;Jrocker&apos;s Journal: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=xhotarubix&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xhotarubix.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;xhotarubix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available AIM SN: Shanjazzy05&lt;br /&gt;Small Writing Sample: &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinya sighed as he gazed down at his camera and proofs blankly. He hadn&apos;t been all too satisfied with the last batch, and this current set wasn&apos;t any better. This had upset him tremendously. He had obviously tampered with the lighting in most of them, but still, no dice. So now, he decided that he might need a model. One that wouldn&apos;t mind being photographed in random rooms and places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which explained why he was in front of her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew no one else. Didn&apos;t care to acknowledge anyone else. She was actually made up of pure beauty and a rare and sweet kindness. Long ago, he had confirmed that he liked her. Perhaps this would be another way to express his adulation. Shinya wasn&apos;t so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursing his lips together, he gazed around before raising a hand to knock on her door gently. &lt;i&gt;&apos;She&apos;s probably not here,&apos;&lt;/i&gt; he thought to himself warily. At least, that would save him the embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: None :/</content>
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    <issued>2005-09-10T20:25:00</issued>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>People need to make sure they&apos;re updating, i&apos;m not gonna bother with the &apos;cut and warn&apos; just yet, not to say that we wont. it&apos;s just that we just started the storyline, and some of us have ooc and GOOD reasons for not posting all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you post once a month, and on something decent i&apos;ll be fine. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for everything else.. Welcome to our new members, don&apos;t forget to kick me to update that friending button, and hey.. if you want to affiliate AFFILLIATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and to you out there who&apos;re spying on us (for good reasons): We &amp;lt;3 You too. XD</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>One more character....</title>
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    <issued>2005-09-04T11:37:00</issued>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Name:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Character&apos;s Name:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Francesca Morgaine Florentina *Morgaine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abilities:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Okay, I don&apos;t know how to shorten Morgaine&apos;s powers into the generic terms &apos;cause I&apos;m transferring her powers over from JRM. Jean Grey&apos;s. And I got these from an X-Men site so it&apos;s long.)&lt;/i&gt; dual psionic potential gives her telepathic abilities to sense, broadcast and detect thought patterns, alter the physical or mental perceptions of others, manipulate the functions of the human body, cast human minds into the astral plane, and telekinetic abilities to levitate herself or other objects, propel or manipulate them however she wishes, stimulate individual molecules to create heat, and generate concussive bursts and protective shields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Male/Female:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Character&apos;s Journal:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=hateful_goddess&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hateful-goddess.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;hateful_goddess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Available AIM SN:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; XxXOctober Rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Small Writing Sample:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgaine could feel a rage bubble up inside of her as the popular girls in her class had fucked with her continuously over the past year, ridiculing her for just about everything. And now it was their high school graduation day and they had tried to corner the tall beauty behind the bleachers to fuck with her one more time. The raven-haired young lady shook her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&apos;t fucking think so,&quot; the Italian beauty growled, her Southern accented voice with the slightest hint of the accent of her natural homeland, Italy, deepening with her anger. With that, she used her powers to lift the most hated of the girls up into the air, which caused the girl to scream in fright. With the smallest of triumphant smirks on her beautiful face, Morgaine made her fly through the air recklessly, the screams music to her ears as she then let her fall into a patch of bushes near the fence. With that, she turned to the other three, letting herself levitate into the air, gazing down upon them with her intensely brilliant, beautifully shaped violet eyes with such a dominance about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Any other takers?&quot; Morgaine let her voice croon the question, wanting so badly for another of them to step up. They all took a few steps back in fear and she smiled. &quot;Awww... I&apos;m disappointed. You wanted to harass and ridicule me all through high school but now that I&apos;m here, you want to be nice? You know.. I should have put all of you in your rightful places a long time ago. But I was trying to be nice. Now, I don&apos;t want to be nice. Here&apos;s my warning. If you ever fuck with ME or any of my other friends again, just know that I have the powers to make your lives a living hell. Now go.&quot; The girls still stood there, frozen with shock and fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I SAID, GO!&quot; Morgaine raised her voice in rage and every girl, including the one in the bushes, scrambled to depart quickly. A chuckle escaped Morgaine&apos;s beautiful lips as she watched them before hearing her the announcement for the lining up of her and her classmates to receive their diplomas. She let herself float to the ground and she fixed her white gown and cap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Alright. Let&apos;s do this thing.&quot; she said to herself and went to line up with the rest of her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Morgaine would have definitely loved to live in Hiroshima but because of her profession, Tokyo was her best choice. And if anyone has any questions about her, please just ask. Especially about the abilities. I&apos;m not sure if transferring her powers from JRM was allowed or not.</content>
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    <issued>2005-08-30T20:44:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-08-30T08:56:39Z</modified>
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      <name>Nuked: A Superhuman JROCK RPG</name>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Your Name: The mod.&lt;br /&gt;Character&apos;s Name: Akihito Kawamera&lt;br /&gt;Abilities: Arachnid Control *Summoning*, Enhanced *But not Superhuman* Senses, Strength. Spiderweb creation.&lt;br /&gt;Male/Female: Male&lt;br /&gt;Character&apos;s Journal: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=deviantspiderx&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://deviantspiderx.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;deviantspiderx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available AIM SN: PsyenceSxty&lt;br /&gt;Small Writing Sample: See user info.&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Akihito speaks like Takara&apos;s mun, only he&apos;s a guy :3 (In otehrwords, he&apos;s born in the south and is supposed to sound like it. Despite being full japanese, he was raised by his idiot and dumbass military father) hee. i&apos;m so lame.</content>
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    <issued>2005-08-28T21:29:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-08-28T09:44:18Z</modified>
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      <name>Nuked: A Superhuman JROCK RPG</name>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Your Name: Fwwwwwweeeee!!!! &amp;lt;&amp;lt;; it&apos;s the mod. no , i&apos;m not hte one in cali-land.&lt;br /&gt;Character&apos;s Name: Justin David Terrance&lt;br /&gt;Abilities: Black Lightning Control/creation, Fusion&lt;br /&gt;Male/Female: Male (See Writing Sample)&lt;br /&gt;Character&apos;s Journal:&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=intolerabledark&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://intolerabledark.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;intolerabledark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available AIM SN: PsyenceSxty&lt;br /&gt;Small Writing Sample: &lt;b&gt;[Unknown LJ tag]&lt;/b&gt; Justin stood at the airport in Tokyo, wandering around aimlessly. he&apos;d only just turned 20 this year, and after a good five years of training within the United States government, and recontrsuction surgery, hormone treatments.. this boy was ready to just sit down and have a glass of coke and sit and read a good volume of marie claire. Ok so even when he was a girl he hated that shit, but still.. he was itching to do something he used to.  Being that he was born a girl, raised a girl.. he wasn&apos;t used to the WORKING set of balls, and the rod attached to it. He&apos;d only recently gotten used to how easy it was to get off just looking at someone. He wiggled around in one place aimlessley until he met up with a contact over by the anime store. &quot;Jessica.. your late.. now TAKE ME TO THE FUCKING BATHROOMMM!!!&quot; and with that he was ran all across town, with baggage to the nearest public bathroom.. or so jessica thought. 40 miles later, and the 60th taxi across town.. and a major bill for hide to pick up..  He was tired, and he&apos;d already had to change his pants three times. &quot;Damnit. just TAKE me to where the hell i&apos;m supposed to be &amp;gt;&amp;lt;.&quot; after they finally made it to the western side of Yokosuka, he stood on the steps to Tsuki no Ai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;hide-san desu, hajimemashite&quot; hide noted while Justin stood at the doors, &quot; I see my youngest recruit has no way aroudn tokyo. I apologize, i should&apos;ve just told her to let you use anything at the airport.&quot;  he nervously laughed, &quot;Welcome.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overtime he didn&apos;t agree with hide&apos;s policies and decided to move out, being that now it was 2007, and he was now 25.  He was exhausting his resources, and didin&apos;t understand his place in the world.. and as the bombs went off.. he watched from his lower san diego home, exactly how cruel his home country is. Returning to japan, he wasn&apos;t agreeing STLL with the pacifism, and left on his own to discovere where he may just belong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Comments: He&apos;s an original charachter, copyright to me, and as you notice he acts somewhat like me.. YOU TAKE HIM YOU DIE.</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>reclaim</title>
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    <issued>2005-08-28T00:45:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-08-28T07:58:57Z</modified>
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      <name>Nuked: A Superhuman JROCK RPG</name>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Your Name: Shay&lt;br /&gt;Jrocker: Aya&lt;br /&gt;Abilities: Teleportation, shapeshifting, and cyclopes ablitiy but more refined and controlled&lt;br /&gt;Band/s: ex Allegory Pill, ex Clothoid Dolls, Death Rabbits&lt;br /&gt;Jrocker&apos;s Journal:&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=ayamarionnette&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ayamarionnette.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ayamarionnette&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available AIM SN: ayamarionnette&lt;br /&gt;Small Writing Sample: Do I have to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: At the moment he is still in the tubing to be born. When Jenn and I finally play it out he will be born into Nukeke. He is also the brother to Zero so there will be some mental connection between them. Basicly Zero will know Aya has been created and Aya will know someone else out there is like him, like he will have that empty feeling that only his brother can replace. They will know when they are close by to eachother but not know who each other is. Did I confuse anyone yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroshimawhosits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its a re-claim.</content>
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    <issued>2005-08-16T20:02:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-08-16T08:08:30Z</modified>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Character Application</title>
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    <created>2005-08-13T20:44:01Z</created>
    <issued>2005-08-13T04:00:00</issued>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Name:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Character&apos;s Name:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Takara Katsuwari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abilities:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; The power to create, manipulate and control ice and the power to block people from her mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Male/Female:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Character&apos;s Journal:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=dying_goddess&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dying-goddess.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dying_goddess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Available AIM SN:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; XxXOctober Rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Small Writing Sample:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; The mods have seen me write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I&apos;d like to live in Hiroshima. o.o</content>
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    <issued>2005-08-11T19:28:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-08-11T07:38:36Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>Your Name: J&lt;br /&gt;Jrocker: Die &lt;br /&gt;Abilities: Living Vampire (Drinks blood for it&apos;s protein and iron, semi invulnerable to things such as physical fights, sharpened naturally teeth)&lt;br /&gt;Band/s: Dir en grey, La Sadies&lt;br /&gt;Jrocker&apos;s Journal: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=xxdiechanxx&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xxdiechanxx.greatestjournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;xxdiechanxx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available AIM SN: GenkaiHanaX&lt;br /&gt;Small Writing Sample: &lt;b&gt;[Unknown LJ tag]&lt;/b&gt; Die stood at the stoop of the Tsuki no Ai complex, blood draining from the side of his mouth as his last victim lay at his side. His uncontrollable vampric side won, once again, leaving him blind to the actions of his nightly side. He had heard that his bandmates were here, and that this place could help him.  However, this wasn&apos;t the case of why he was here..  he&apos;d gotten into a fight with Toshiya before sundown, and it lasted until after sundown.. when Die&apos;s naturally long nails scratched into his skin creating an open wound slightly bleeding.  He&apos;d been searching for the smell, and each of his victims tasted nothing like what he was smelling.  he wanted this for himself, but he knew the light was coming and he would be without his protective gear.. and vulnerable to the sun&apos;s ultraviolet rays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Totchi... &quot; he said, his eyes glowing in the darkness. &quot;Help..&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Hiroshima, is where i may finally find my final resting place if i&apos;m not careful.</content>
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    <issued>2005-08-10T22:28:00</issued>
    <modified>2005-08-11T02:28:26Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>My AIM sn has changed to: glastokio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>La la.</title>
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    <issued>2005-08-10T19:31:00</issued>
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