Made of Tears - Joe Satriani
That songs wins. A train of Angels by Joe Satriani
Inspiration doesn't mean that's exactly what you sound like. An alternative band can be inspired by techno. Doesn't mean they're good techno, or even good alternative. It just means they had inspiration. David Bowie's outfits were weird, but still somewhat sane and were going to make him considered a whore or a ****. Therefore different. And yup! I love them! Eric Johnson is pretty great too. Though he's more solo jazz solo stuff. He sings and does lead guitar. Which means he does his own 4 minute solos. xD
Anberlin has some good stuff. I just finished some good "Godspeed".
Same. I'm more of rock/metal/techno. And yes, I liked BS and BS boys.
I was expecting a shitstorm. But this works better. At least someone agrees with me O_O
Ya, but apparently she's saying she has one :B|: Seriously...who cares. Her music sucks (IMO) and she has a penis. Let's move on.
Both. coins until the dollar. Dollar coins. 1 cent coin 2 coin 5 coin 10 coin 20 coin 25 coin 50 coin $1 coin $2 bills $5 $10 $20 $50 $100
OOC: I will add you in 8D BIC: Mek looked at it and grabbed the blade. "Ow!" he yelled before dropping it to examine the red liquid draining from his fingers. "B-blood?" he grabbed a near-by leaf and wrapped it around his finger. "I...I don't know how to use one..." he said as he scratched his head sheepishly.
When the Sun Meets The Sky Eric Johnson
God's not a man, though. God is...well, God. I'm not going to force anything on you, but God isn't man. And it's not like he just said "kay so her gos. bam. ohsi--i made a the earth? woah!" It was more like 6 ages. and then for the seventh age, he rested. Not seven literal days.
OOC: Can we start using quotation marks? Makes it easier to tell what people are saying. X_X BIC: Mek watched as everyone fell to the ground. "Are they gonna be okay?" he asked quietly as he held himself close. "And where is Metropoland?"
[-Tom] -[(8)]- says (2:54 PM): lady gaga has a what?? *unicef[c=12] Stark Mad [/c=21] says (2:56 PM): A penis. A weiner. A ****. A wang. A ding dong. A disco stick. A weenie. A cock. ::L: My friend asked me what I meant when I told him Lady Gaga had a **** xD
OOC: Haiena, do you control two people or are they just choices? Also, AmericanSephiroth has the black wing already D: you could be a different darker colour. :) BIC: Mek held it awkwardly. A GUN? Who was this guy kidding? No Bristorian except the Officers knew how to handle a GUN! He positioned it just like an officer would have and fired once, causing his arm to fall back a bit. "Ugh! This is...weird..." he put the gun in his pocket and grabbed his branch, hitting the others away. "I'm not going to leave unless you're coming with me! I don't want to be left alone...I need a guardian or body guard, and YER it!" Mek said, sounding rather spoiled.
Ya...it's where they replicate people/things out of WAX and then put them on display. But HITLER was in there...the horror section...along with pit and the pendulum and a bunch of other things...but HITLER? He wasn't...Oddly. He should have been there with his robot suit.
ohai. Your lovely eyes Eric Johnson. He's so...awesome ;-; his guitar is beautiful.
OOC: Truthfully, I was hoping you'd do something like this :) BIC: Mek slipped it on and run as fast as he could onto the boat before noticing more guards coming his direction--from EVERY direction. He grabbed a branch from a tree and put the hood up so no one could see his face. He jumped in so he was back to back with him. "Time to repay the favour, friend. Let's go!"
Desert Rose Eric johnson.
Believe Yellowcard.
OOC: One hell of a run-on sentence xD Keep in mind, Bristoria is about 400-500 feet off the ground. VERY high jump. BIC: The alarm blared and he readied himself for whoever came his way. His friends wouldn't be able to match his strength that let him pin two poeple his size down. Not at once, mind you, but he was considered awesome among his group. Instead of his friends coming out playfully, a group of people with guns and sticks came out ready to take him down and back. They would also erase his memory of ever leaving. He curled into a ball, clutching the weird object still. "Help me...ANYBODY!" was all he could think.
