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I need a little assistance on this picture if anyone would like to attempt to work on this. It isn't much, but I like it's potential.

http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a...hot_240copy.jpg

Starting bid is at 30 mil.

Evening everyone. I am designing a website and I need some assistance. I am attempting to use my html abilities, but the images that I need I am unable to design. Sine then, I have steered away from doing the html design and moving onto downloading a template from there, but then that didn't work out to well.

Therefore, if anyone out there is familiar in the html and web designing fields, please contact me on my MSN Messenger, my email addresses given at the bottom or send me a private message on the forums. Thank you.

r.ErinThomas@gmail.com">Dr.ErinThomas@gmail.com
r.ErinThomas@hotmail.com">Dr.ErinThomas@hotmail.com

P.S. You can also contact me on my myspace. - myspace.com/mxoerin

Again thank you and hope to hear from you all soon.

EDIT: I don't understand why the forums are changing my post.

The ones who were assigned to this task have failed me. One of ‘em was killed, the other gone. It was up to me and my colleagues to ensure that it did not fall into the hands of the Cave Monkeys or those Neo Idiots. If they were to discover its potential, they would gain the upper hand, which is intolerable. Once it’s secure, the only task left is to locate the one that disappeared. Come out; come out wherever you are…

-Trastid

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((All Rpers are capable of reacting to this in anyway that feel, but most importantly, please react. We are at war people.))

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Cold and crowded, the Alpha hover barge held about fifty people. Most of them jacked in at once doing their "jobs" within the matrix. Wither it be for the Merovingian, Machines, or Zion itself. Working for the Merovingian came rare to redpills. However, barely anyone admitted to working for him, though he pays well. Erin layed with his head firm up against the mess hall eating table in the lower section of the hover barge. Noises. Continuous noises. No ever sleeps, all they do is jack in and jack out. Constant movement. Pulling his head away from the cold metal table he stares into the bright light shining above him. Squinting his eyes only helped for a moment, but his eyes were still stuck onto the light.

"So this is the truth, huh?" He slides his arms across the table reaching for the dirty cup filled with water. A man then enters the room, catching Erin's statement he said to himself. The two have never met before.

"Yep this is it. The truth. It's great ain't it?"

Erin turns his eyes away from the light. Eyes still trying to focus it's contrast as the man he looks at only looks as a shadow.

"Mhm."

"They say at least 45% of us on this barge will die before the rest of the 55% will manage to get onto a crew."

Erin looks at the man. "Do I know you?"

"Oh sorry.." The too reach out their hands to greet. "I'm Seesil." Erin looks around the room trying to find his own name, but only one stuck. "Erin, Erin Thomas."

"That isn't your name."

"Its the only name I know. I honest, just then, forgot my own name."

"Yea, man, that is your name when you were a bluepill. Ya know, stuck in the system."

The two men sit next to eachother as they both ponder.

"You honestly do not know your alias name?"

"Alias name?"

"Yea your alias name. It's actually called your handle name but whatever. Like my bluepill name is Steve Stalion, I went by Seesil when I was..er.. thats a long story, but anyway.."

Scratching the cold table in thought, Erin silently whispers the name Erin repeatedly.

"Look, I'll give you one, it isn't too bad, but I remember when I was young I used to read these crazy comic books. I was a huge fan of this guy named Erythnul. I think that should suit you.."

Erin still in deep thought slowly nods moving his eyes back into the light mysteriously, "Yea.. Erythnul. I guess thats fine."

"Look, you need to lighten up Erythnul.. " Seesil laughs at himself. "Ya see, that sounds good already.."

Seesil tries to snap Erin out of his gloomy stare into the light by patting him on the back. "Man you need to lighten up.. Take a chill pill. "

Erin turns and looks at Seesil, only catching his back as he leaves the mess hall.

"My name is Erin."

Help! Oh my god! Christopher! Michael! Run!.... *screams* Why are you doing this?! Why are you doing this!? Stop it! ... Help! *Guns shots* BANG BANG BANG! *Silence*....

The loud haunting, torturous screams woke him up from a deep sleep. This hadn't been his first nightmare such as these but finally this nightmare came to a conclusion. They're dead. His eyes still closed shut in disbelief of the outcome of his dream. He cannot return to his rest, he feels fully restless though it is considered the peak of his sleeping hours after his shift within the matrix. He sprouts up leaving his pillow. His body felt drenched of his own sweat, however, the sweat began to feel uncomfortable as it was in strange places. He yet had not opened his eyes, but stands up from his bed and feels around the room to connect with the power switch. The walls of his quarters feel as if they have been doused with paint or water of some sort. Running his fingers through the walls, their was a series of strangeness coming from them. It would feel as Metal wall, then wet thick ink, then returning to metal wall. What is this is? He waves his hands around his quarters searching for the switch. He connects. Bright lights surround the room revealing everything. He has yet to open his eyes. Raising his arms in the air in a stretching motion he feels a sudden thick drip onto his forehead. He quickly rubs his face in trying to keep it from coming into his eyes, then is when he suddenly opens them. The quarter walls were covered in disgusting, immoral, and repulsive words. "Hate, Anger, Jealousy, Decapitation, Hell, Fear, Pain, War, Death," are the words seen as he moves his eyes throughout the room. They were all written in red. Red ink. Blood. He suddenly feels a sharp stretching pain first coming from his hands, then slowly down to his wrists. What has happened? His wrists are covered in deep vertical cuts down from the beginning of his wrist to the ending of his forearm.

Quickly he runs to the cabinet at the corner of the room, opens it and grabs some cloth to wrap his bloody arm. As he raps it he realizes the pain has elapsed. No pain, with a one and a half inch deep cut from his wrist to forearm, no pain. The pressure from the cloth has stopped some of the bleeding. He tried to hide from fainting, if not death, but it seems to have caught up to him. He has lost to much blood. He stumblingly tries to make it to his Captains quarters, but he faints before he can call for help...

This is one post that I absolutely enjoyed back in the day. I would like to hear peoples Inspiration now. Please, lets hear them.

Help! Oh my god! Christopher! Michael! Run!.... *screams* Why are you doing this?! Why are you doing this!? Stop it! ... Help! *Guns shots* BANG BANG BANG! *Silence*....

The loud haunting, torturous screams woke him up from a deep sleep. This hadn't been his first nightmare such as these but finally this nightmare came to a conclusion. They're dead. His eyes still closed shut in disbelief of the outcome of his dream. He cannot return to his rest, he feels fully restless though it is considered the peak of his sleeping hours after his shift within the matrix. He sprouts up leaving his pillow. His body felt drenched of his own sweat, however, the sweat began to feel uncomfortable as it was in strange places. He yet had not opened his eyes, but stands up from his bed and feels around the room to connect with the power switch. The walls of his quarters feel as if they have been doused with paint or water of some sort. Running his fingers through the walls, their was a series of strangeness coming from them. It would feel as Metal wall, then wet thick ink, then returning to metal wall. What is this is? He waves his hands around his quarters searching for the switch. He connects. Bright lights surround the room revealing everything. He has yet to open his eyes. Raising his arms in the air in a stretching motion he feels a sudden thick drip onto his forehead. He quickly rubs his face in trying to keep it from coming into his eyes, then is when he suddenly opens them. The quarter walls were covered in disgusting, immoral, and repulsive words. "Hate, Anger, Jealousy, Decapitation, Hell, Fear, Pain, War, Death," are the words seen as he moves his eyes throughout the room. They were all written in red. Red ink. Blood. He suddenly feels a sharp stretching pain first coming from his hands, then slowly down to his wrists. What has happened? His wrists are covered in deep vertical cuts down from the beginning of his wrist to the ending of his forearm.

Quickly he runs to the cabinet at the corner of the room, opens it and grabs some cloth to wrap his bloody arm. As he raps it he realizes the pain has elapsed. No pain, with a one and a half inch deep cut from his wrist to forearm, no pain. The pressure from the cloth has stopped some of the bleeding. He tried to hide from fainting, if not death, but it seems to have caught up to him. He has lost to much blood. He stumblingly tries to make it to his Captains quarters, but he faints before he can call for help...

Anyone have it or would like to farm it. Willing to pay full amount if being farmed.

Our $info economy shifts upward and downward through some inflation or deflation of money continuously. Wither our money is spent on new loadouts, expensive antique used item, coded clothing, or services there is a specific price that is placed on that good or service. Weaponry seems to be a touchy subject, however, I would like to know how much each of these specific weapons are worth.

The Party Flavor (Shotgun)
Level: 12
Armor Piercing
Base Damage: 4-4pts
(10% Chance) 9-18 Damage
Ballistic Accuracy (5pts)
Reuse time: 4secs
Range: 16m

Q-Gun
Level: 7
Base Damage 4-4pts
Damage (20% Chance) Causes 160 Damage over 20 seconds
Ballistic Accuracy (-2pts)
Reuse time: 4.5secs
Range: 16m

Heirloom Revolver
Level: 10
Armor Piercing
Base Damage 4-4pts
Damage (10% Chance) 7-14
Ballistic Accuracy (-3pts)
Reuse time: 4.5secs
Range: 15m

Elmore's Automatic
Level: 19
Armor Piercing
Base Damage 8-8pts
Ballistic Accuracy Bonus (1%)
Ballistic Accuracy (-3pts)
Reuse time: 4.5secs
Range: 16m

Chastity
Level: 14
Armor Piercing
Base Damage 7-7pts
Ballistic Accuracy (5pts)
Reuse time: 3.5secs
Range: 26m

Jonnygun
Level: 10
Base Damage: 6-6pts
States: (10% Chance) Causes Stun: 6secs
Ballistic Accuracy (-6pts)
Reuse time: 3secs
Range: 20m

Shuriken's Launcher
Level: 20
Base Damage: 8-8pts
Ballistic Accuracy Bonus (1%)
Ballistic Accuracy (-6pts)
Reuse time: 3secs
Range: 20m

Victory
Level: 35
Base Damage: 11-11pts
States: (15% Chance) Causes Staggered: 8secs
Ballistic Accuracy Bonus (3%)
Ballistic Accuracy (7pts)
Reuse time: 3.5secs
Range: 22m

The Storm
Level: 25
Base Damage: 9-9pts
Damage: (5% Chance) 10-25
Ballistic Accuracy Bonus (1%)
Ballistic Accuracy (-6pts)
Reuse time: 3secs
Range: 20m

Bedlam (Dual Handguns)
Level: 40
Requires: Dual Handguns (40)
Base Damage: 13-13pts
States: (10% Chance) Causes Blinded: 8secs
Ballistic Accuracy Bonus (2%)
Ballistic Accuracy (-3pts)
Reuse time: 4secs
Range: 16m

Boosted Shotgun
Level: 30
Base Damage: 9-9pts
Damage: (5% Chance) Causes 320 Damage over 20secs
Ballistic Damage Bonus (2%)
Ballistic Accuracy (7pts)
Reuse time: 4secs
Range: 16m

Brightflash Auto
Level: 35
Base Damage: 11-11pts
(5% chance) Causes Blinded: 8secs
Reuse time: 4secs
Range: 16m

Police Special
Level: 35
Base Damage: 11-11pts
Ballistic Accuracy Bonus (3%)
Reuse time: 4secs
Range: 16m

Clamor (Dual SMGs)
Level: 40
Requires: Dual Submachineguns (40)
Base Damage 13-13pts
States: (15% Chance) Causes Stun: 6secs
Ballistic Accuracy Bonus (2%)
Ballistic Accuracy (-6pts)
Reuse time: 2.5secs
Range: 20m

I did a brisk scan through all of the visual feeds I have managed to get while being in the matrix. I certainly do not want them to go to waste so I am just going to through them out here for those that have a passion for art to do what they do best. I am not looking for anything in specific. I am just hoping to see good potential out there or some well drawn art. IF this is a challenge, take it as a challenge. I hope these pictures are difficult to create a masterpiece, that is the fun of it isn't. No one wants anything that is just handed to them. Nevertheless, without further interruptions, here are the links to the pictures.

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I have been wondering this for a while now ever since I held a long conversation about all of the organizations in the Matrix. Lets say this whole Matrix Franchise was real. We do live in the Matrix. Everything you know and everything around you is a simulation. If you were able to see what lies before you if you took the red pill and if you would able to not remember anything once you too took the blue pill. As a bluepill right now in your RL lives.

What pill would you take?

Think about your actually lives. Wither you be a wife or husband with kids, a teenager still living with your parents, a kid still looking up to your parents, or a college student.

Would you take the red pill or the blue pill?...

Back when I first started out, the Merovingian was making big business with the large amount of Merovingian Employees he had. However, now I am realizing that there aren't as many as there once was. There are only a few "Packs" I remember being around back in the ol' days.

The Commission
Consequence
Cause and Effect

Most of the rest of them not named were those that fought in the Mara Central area most of the time, but these are the few factions that I remember being opening active in strategic operations while working with the Merovingian.

Recently I have only noticed a few Merovingian Packs around. Now, MOST of which only fight in the Mara Central area. I am just curious to where the rest of them all have gone?

Has the Merovingian decided to lay people off of his business now in days?

BY a route obscure and lonely,
    Haunted by ill angels only,
    Where an Eidolon, named Night,
    On a black throne reigns upright,
    I have reached these lands but newly
    From an ultimate dim Thulé —
From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime,
          Out of space — out of time.

    Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
    And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
    With forms that no man can discover
    For the dews that drip all over;
    Mountains toppling evermore
    Into seas without a shore;
    Seas that restlessly aspire,
    Surging, unto skies of fire;
    Lakes that endlessly outspread
    Their lone waters — lone and dead —
    Their still waters — still and chilly
    With the snows of the lolling lily.

    By the lakes that thus outspread
    Their lone waters, lone and dead —
    Their sad waters, sad and chilly
    With the snows of the lolling lily —
    By the mountains, near the river
    Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever —
    By the gray woods — by the swamp
    Where the toad and the newt encamp —
    By the dismal tarns and pools
            Where dwell the ghouls —
    By each spot the most unholy,
    In each nook most melancholy —
    There the traveler meets aghast
    Sheeted memories of the past;
    Shrouded forms that start and sigh
    As they pass the wanderer by;
    White-robed forms of friends long given,
    In agony, to the earth — and heaven!

    For the heart whose woes are legion
    'T is a peaceful, soothing region;
    For the spirit that walks in shadow
    'T is — oh, 't is an Eldorado!
    But the traveler, traveling through it,
    May not, dare not openly view it;
    Never its mysteries are exposed
    To the weak human eye unclosed;
    So wills its King, who hath forbid
    The uplifting of the fringed lid;
    And thus the sad soul that here passes
    Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

    By a route obscure and lonely,
    Haunted by ill angels only,
    Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
    I have wander'd home but newly
    From this ultimate dim Thulé.

Edgar Allan Poe, "Dream-Land"

// Incoming Transmission
From: HvBrg Crescent
User Source#: ##STATIC##
Subject: Personal Log: "Promise Land"

#Transmitter converted to Signal
#Transmission medium searching for receiver Source...

Receiving Source: Public/Data Node One/Next Renaissance - Syntax

// Broadcasting Transmission


    Row upon row of chairs, salvaged from the ruins of mankind. Theater seats next to recliners, a dentist chair, a cosmonaut’s reentry seat. Nestled within, a hundred sleeping men and women.

Sleeping? Jacked in. Working. Gleams of sweat run along the jaw of one, mingling with the blood trickling from my mouth.

A bad day at work and it was about to get worse.

    Attached to something you swore was real, something that brought you security, food on the table, warmth in the winter, love when you were loved, sensation when used of our five senses. It wasn't real? It didn't matter, it was a life. No long feeling that warmth while looking at the bodies laid back with six inch plugs into their heads.
"We didn't chose this." I didn't. I was promised a "Promise Land" flowing with freedom, which was exaggerated as milk and honey. I was foolish to swallow what was told to me. Never again will I be tricked.

The cold "Promise Land" flowed with an everlasting fear, rather than its "Milk and Honey". The everlasting fear slowly turned into everlasting revenge once hearing the words of the two in the church. "The one on the left pulls up a red scarf over his face. The one on the right, a green one." The two that spoke true words of freedom.

Revenge.

//Transmission Terminated

// Incoming Transmission
From: HvBrg Crescent
User Source#: ##STATIC##
Subject: Personal Log: "Promise Land"

#Transmitter converted to Signal
#Transmission medium searching for receiver Source...

Receiving Source: Public/Data Node One/Next Renaissance - Syntax

// Broadcasting Transmission


    Row upon row of chairs, salvaged from the ruins of mankind. Theatre seats next to recliners, a dentist chair, a cosmonaut’s reentry seat. Nestled within, a hundred sleeping men and women.

Sleeping? Jacked in. Working. Gleams of sweat run along the jaw of one, mingling with the blood trickling from my mouth.

A bad day at work and it was about to get worse.

    Attached to something you swore was real, something that brought you security, food on the table, warmth in the winter, love when you were loved, sensation when used of our five senses. It wasn't real? It didn't matter, it was a life. No more long feeling of that warmth while looking at the bodies laid back with six inch plugs into their heads.

"We didn't chose this." I didn't. I was promised a "Promise Land" flowing with freedom, which was exaggerated as milk and honey. I was foolish to swallow what was told to me. Never again will I be tricked.

The cold "Promise Land" flowed with an everlasting fear, rather than its "Milk and Honey". The everlasting fear slowly turned into everlasting revenge once hearing the words of the two in the church. "The one on the left pulls up a red scarf over his face. The one on the right, a green one." The two that spoke true words of wisdom and freedom.

Revenge.

//Transmission Terminated