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Post by Hoist on Apr 22, 2003 17:18:13 GMT -5
*hides behind sofa*
Oh and L7 my sofa is reeeeaaaalllly uncomfortable! (yes that same black leather one in my "reach out and grab em" pic!)
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Post by Steel on Apr 22, 2003 17:41:20 GMT -5
Scary hu.. ;D
hey I cant be that bad looking.. landed myself a fine woman I'll have you know... although I did have to knock her out to get her back here
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Post by latyrx7 on Apr 23, 2003 0:37:26 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,000]Steel: "Oooga Booga, Me Steel, You Jane."
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Post by Finally the Shot HAS COME BACK on Apr 23, 2003 2:57:50 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Jees DS you got the whole seriel killer thing about you![/glow]
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Post by Banshee on Apr 23, 2003 6:46:18 GMT -5
you wont know who this is unless you wacth Italian Football but STell looks LOADS like Rui Costa
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Post by Steel on Apr 23, 2003 6:56:18 GMT -5
Hey its Fiona not Jane... I can remember my womans name Mr. Ladys man
Seriel Killer eh..LOL... and thats me normaly.. you should see it when I want to look scary... Its an art from ;D
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Post by Banshee on Apr 24, 2003 4:51:12 GMT -5
I think that's one image i'll steer clear of, that's the kind of thing that drives people insane ;D
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Post by latyrx7 on Apr 24, 2003 18:57:07 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,000]For some reason I'm in the mood for a Steel story...[/glow]
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Post by Steel on Apr 25, 2003 11:12:00 GMT -5
Awwww you want a story eh
For people who dont know me I'm the guy that everything happens to... there is always one.
Ok… Right about 5 years ago when I first moved to china I was staying in this really crappy place till I managed to get a flat on the Uni. Campus. I knew only a few people back then as I’d just got there and they really didn’t know much about me apart from that I did martial arts.
One good thing about my apartment was it was only about 5 minutes walk from the main Bar Street in Beijing. Anyway I turned down going out cuz the classes were taking so much out of me and I just wanted to die. So my mates all went out like they normally do to this western owned bar…. Mind you a lot of them were owned by yanks due to the surpassingly large population of westerners in the country.
So they are in this pub and there are these three Libyan guys who think they are right badass. They always talk tough and hate any white guys…. Why they were in a bar full of white guys is beyond me.
So after a few drinks they start getting aggressive and shouting at people. I’m not quite sure how it happened but they started on my friends who get up and leave rather than have to deal with them… may have seemed like a bright idea but the Libyans follow them. Things start getting violent and one of the guys removes his belt and uses it as a weapon cuz of its huge metal buckle. One of my friends caught it in the head and the cut needed something like 12 stitches if I remember. So these guys are trying to kick the crap out of my friends when one of them remembers I live near and calls me up (Why he didn’t phone the police I’ll never know) Naturally I have to get my ass moving and get down there.
By the time I leg it over the road I can see a ton of people all running about and screaming cuz this fight is going on in the street. So everyone is running one way and I’m the only one going the other. Fortunately that worked to my advantage, as the Libyan guys didn’t expect it. I saw the first guy waving his belt about like a madman and hit him square in the chest with a running reverse kick. Before he knew what hit him he was on the floor about 8 feet away rolling about in pain. I Figure I have to move fast as the second guy is just working out what’s going on. He has a glass bottle. I pick up a chair from the outside bar next to us and smash it over his head knocking him down. I then ram the heal of my foot into his solar plexus.
This all happened so fast the third guy hadn’t had a chance to attack me. He had a knife but it was a flick knife and he handled it all wrong. He made a few swipes at me (messing up one of my favourite T-shirts I may add) till I managed to grab his wrist. I bent his arm till it was straight then forced it back making his shoulder pop out of the socket (my dad taught me that) he just sort of crumpled to the floor as I waggled his arm by the thumb.
The police finally turned up after all of this and get ready to cart me off to the slammer which the Libyans when this girl stops One of the officers and starts to talk to him (which I didn’t understand at the time) I knew her but only because she was a celebrity on the TV. She was some VJ on a music channel they have out there. From what I found out later she was in one of the clubs when all this had happened and had ended up seeing the whole thing. She had convinced the police to let me go and because she was a looker they happily did so… I never got her blasted number damnit
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Post by latyrx7 on Apr 25, 2003 17:35:16 GMT -5
;D[glow=blue,2,000]*Claps*
Bravo, I love it! This can be a movie you know![/glow]
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Post by Steel on Apr 25, 2003 18:03:19 GMT -5
Story of my life my man. I realy got to right a book
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Post by Rainstorm & Squirtle on Apr 25, 2003 18:45:34 GMT -5
Yes but you must do it now! I want a signed copy you know though. Ill do a foreword too hee hee.
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Post by latyrx7 on Apr 26, 2003 16:28:00 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,000] A signed copy doesn't sound like Steel at all, I'll take a stabbed copy please.[/glow] ;D
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Post by Steel on Apr 27, 2003 10:48:51 GMT -5
Hehehe signed in blood… not mine obviously
Want another one… well tough your getting one. Rainy already knows this one but I didn’t quite tell it to its full potential.
This was in Hong Kong during my drinking crazy years. We used to get into minor gang fights due to having some rather dodgy friends and I’d always be the one that was called on to do the main violence cuz I was a little bit crazy… I was basically on a constant anger streak due to years of bottling it all up and I was revelling in the fact I could in fact kick most peoples butt.
There was this group of slash happy thugs who thought they were big and bad. Its kinda a long story how we became at odds with these guys but they had just put a good friend of mine in hospital so I wanted some pay back. So a group of us decided to hit them on their home ground when they were unaware. We sneak up to there place and construct our plan of how we are just going to wreak everything. Now normally I’m the guy who starts all the stuff by kicking down doors and swearing, insulting and the likes. Well anyway this time my mate Eric wanted to be the one to do it. So we all get in position and wait for him to make his move and give the signal (you know what ever he was going to say) so he thinks for a bit which is totally the wrong thing to do and then he just boots down this door and shouts out “It’s the Candyman Bitch!” in a voice I can only liken to Bevis….. needless to say we all had to run as we were to busy laughing. To this day we still rip the piss out of him, as he had no idea why he actually said it.
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Post by latyrx7 on Apr 27, 2003 13:36:39 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,000]*LOL*
Dude you made me laugh so hard I spilled coffee on my key board, hate it when that happens.[/glow]
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