Hi :smile:

Hello. I hope you know how to use forums. Please don't just leave on us.

I don't like all of these new people...too crowded these forums will become. A cold welcome from me.

However so, even though I dislike the change, give them a warm welcome.

The only way you can get a warm welcome from me is to take the cold welcome I gave, stick it in the microwave for about 30 minutes, and then it will explode with warmness. Now that didn't make much sense, but hey you shouldn't take me seriously to begin with.

It even says to never take Max seriously on his signature SuicineSol.

Yeah I know.....
But he criticizes so much, I no longer thing he's just joking....

That's what makes Max... well, Max. He wouldn't be Max without that. Or Max or Max(mwahahahaha).

And that, my friend, is my job. I mess with people's heads so much, I make it so that they cannot tell which trait I have is genuine. So...any here who think you have me all figured out? Can you see beyond all of the diversions I make? Just what kind of person am I REALLY anyway? Mwahahahahahah....

Believe me, you can't have a more complex personality then mine. I hardly understand it, but 2 years ago I saw what I was. It is too complex for the world, so, until another day, you must guess upon my actions. Mwahahahahaha.

I'm just weird. Our new friend seems to have left, BTW.

Aye, I think we've all done a good job of scaring away all them dang newbs. (my apologies if you still visit these forums if you read this.) Anyway, as complex as your personality may be, I doubt it surpasses the complexity mine reaches. I've changed my personality many times up until as recently as last summer. I changed my personality around so much in my desperate attempts to fit in, to not be ridiculed as I have been up until highschool...some examples of the changes are:

1st-3rd grade: Extremely wild and active, chased girls around the playground all the time to try to kiss them

4th grade-5th grade: still quite strange, often got pushed down and made fun of, too stupid to realize my own flaws as an idiot

6th grade: tattle-tale, goody-goody (I would never cuss or say anything bad or offensinve...I wouldn't even say Poop or Butt), false sense of having some friends...it wasn't until last summer that i realized how much they hated me in school when i actually talked to a few of them

7th grade-middle eigth grade: withdrawn, depressed, barely spoke a word, had very few friends, barely stood up for myself and got plenty of verbal abuse and criticism, toward the end of seventh grade I had learned what every dirty word and cuss meant, and I used them more and more often

End of eigth grade to the present: I saw the light, I discovered my flaws, made a lot of new friends, and I worked and still work every day to improve how I relate to others...

Bet none of you can beat that...as far as personality complexity goes...

Well, I can't. I used to be a real loner though, back in the mists of time (primary school). Now I'm much more friendly, although I still hate to get involved in any activity that involves anything like commitment. I've always needed someone to push me. I'm too lazy to get anything done with no incentive. Or even if there is an incentive. ^_^

I'll bet Marlin was a loner too. Hell, I'll bet most of the golden sun players in here were at some point in time considered outcasts...

When I was little, I was an outcast but I had friends. Now, I'm an outcast with........few friends........
Ok well no friends. But mainly because alot of them moved away to different states/countries. So....I'm alone.

Awww. Poor Suicune. Hey Max, did you really chase the girls? Heh... that's kinda cute. ^_^

:D Yep, I did. They even tattled on me for it...for some reason my first grade teacher made me see the priest in the school. He talked with me about it, and I didn't listen to a word he said. So I continued my chasing...and I know the girls liked it. Hahaha that they cannot deny....

A kid at my primary school used to run in circles around me.... Very weird. He was a complete prat, so I hit him hard and he went away. ^_^ Heh... I bet you were a cute kid Max.

My first game was a Looney Tunes one..... <_< It remains to this day the only game I found a cheat for. I remember when I got Link's Awenkening, I had no idea who Zelda or Link was, but I was sooooo blown away... even though I got notoroiusly stuck on just about every dungeon after the first one.... I've had it for years, and I still haven't completed it. I have a friend, who can do it in two days... Lucky git.... but I *miss* him. He used to run into brick walls to make me laugh. Which I did. ^_^

Heheheh...well, it all depends on your opinion of what "cute" is...My mom told me all about my early childhood...I woke up at 2:00 AM every night and screamed for apple juice, barfed all the time, roared, destroyed without cause...heheheeh....I was evil...

Heh.... I was a complete brat until I was six, when I started reading well. After that, I retreated into my room. ^_^

Cool...I retreated to my room all the time by the time I was about 6 too...but it wasn't for reading...

Really? What was it for? :?:

Why, videogames of course. I started at an early age...I don't see why some adults believe video games warp kids minds...I mean heck look at me. I've been playing zelda and mario and all that since I was 6, and I'm perfectly normal...ok well maybe not completely normal. But still, my...uniqueness just makes me all the more interesting in a way sort of.

So you're saying if you never played video games in your life you would be exactly the same as now? I don't think so buddy. Therefore, video games warp your mind. Just not in a bad way.

Most of the time.

Yeah yeah...I wonder, what would I be like if I didn't play video games? More boring and less intelligent, no doubt.

That's true. And you wouldn't be here. I started gaming when I was seven. ^_^ That was probably the turning point in my life. ^_^ I remember the first Zelda game I played...... that was Link's Awakening. *misty eyes* I remember when I first played Ocarina..... that blew me away..... *misty misty eyes*

First game I played was Super Mario 64 at my uncles house when I was....wait...I don't remember....
But I definitely never even heard of video games before I was 8 years old.

I began at 4. I got a PS when I was 5 for christmas. When I was 6, I got a GB. When I was 8 I got a GBA, and when I was 9 I got a PS2. Heehee.

By the way:

1st PS game: Spyro the Dragon (*sniff* I still love that... my childish side)
1st GB game: Pokemon Yellow (I ROCK!!! Lvl. 100 Raichu with only 2 rare candies!)

I remember the very first games I used to play as a wee lad...My favorites were:

1. Legend of Zelda
2. Duck Hunt
3. Super Mario All-Stars
4. Link II
5. World Cup Soccer (the game where you kill the other players! Excellent!)

He'd do that for you? He musta really cared about making you laugh...I'd never do anything like that. I don't know, there's something about me that isn't funny when I make an asss of my self

I hope so..... I liked him. *misty eyes*

...Just what the heck is all that mist around your eyes? Is there a bucket of dry ice nearby that none of us know about or somethin? It's really creepin us out...

Misty eyes is like when someone's reminising about something/someone they miss.

I had a best friend who was the girl of my dreams... in KINDERGARTEN, but she moved away in grade 1. How I'd give anything to she her once more. Anyways this myn personality timeline Max:

JK-SK: flirted with girls.
G1: tried to kiss every girl in the school.
G2: tried to be a know-it-all.
G3: got dissed 5 times a day and put up with it.
G4: hated all girls.
G5: was extremely sensitive.
G6: tried to make the teachers look like fools and actually suceeded.


and more recently right now

I'm a loud mouth that thinks about what I say more often.

The girl of your dreams in Kindergarten?...Dude, let it go. There was a girl like that for me too...but that was only because we both had power ranger shoes. She had the pink ranger on hers, I had either the red or the blue on mine. But anyway, your G4 section sounds similar to me...I was really shy about girls. But deep down, I knew I liked them.

Ahhh in 4th grade......twas I....
Let me tell you a story.....
In 4th grade.....I had entered a new classroom. Twas the first time I had ever been on a classroom with a 2nd floor. The classroom was yellow with paste on the walls like all mediocre classrooms had. They were empty of tacks and posts for the year had only started. Some new classmates....some old went along with me. I remember the time so vividly.
My teacher was she, a brownish like Oprah. Hair was black, like the diamonds we find. But not her of course. Not at all. Not her of course was the girl I favored.
We had seated down all gibberish and loud, like all children after a summer break. Enjoying the summer talk about our worries and woes, chatting and treading on each other's toes.
She had short hair she did, sat across from me. I didn't know her, she didn't know me. Hair was black, skinny arms, wasn't that pretty, but definitely not ugly.
As the class settled out, teacher introduced herself. And so the year went on. We both naturally became friends, like it was meant to be. We just conversed, every now and then, and it changed to a bigger friendship in a way.
I was stuck on her. And she of me.
But what was odd was her lonesome mind, how her only friend was of me. She had no other friends, like an orange in the branch of an apple tree. And the warm feeling between us held fast.
As the year went on, I had a place for her in my heart. I was unaware of her withme, but we for sure knew we were friends. I had not looked at her as pretty, more a loved one I could not bear to see absent.
Then the end of the year came, we spoke of our times, laughed at our jokes, stated our rhymes. Never did I have such a wonderful friend, never did I think our lives would bend.
Then the end, of the school came. She walked out the door, out of my sight, strolled down the hall, away down the right. Hoping 'till next year 'till she would return, then again our times would once again burn.
I had turn head. There would be no other.
But however, twas not to be, as I had to soon see.
The next year in 5th, grade that was, we strolled to new classes carrying new baggys. And backpacks and purses and jeans with the saggys.
I sat down in chair waiting for her. I placed my backpack on the seats chair and stood shyly in my old seat. For we were to be switched out of this class this time. It would be a shame to see my old class go. But then again some would join back with me. And some new.
But the bell rang. And she did not appear before my awaiting heart. I had figured she was late for class, as she sometimes was. So waited and waited. And waited---waited---waited---waited---waited---waited.
Until the day ended and no trace at all had emerged.
I began to turn hair. She was not there. In the chair she sat was empty. Twas empty---empty---empty---empty---empty.
The chair was empty.
How I had entered the new classroom without a guide. How the heavens had lied. In this new life I must glide, without her close friendship.
I had regretted the fact, her number was obscure, for we had never asked ourselves the question.
I sat in my new class thinking now, she'll be back tommorow...no need to frown.
So I waited---waited---waited---waited---waited...
And I waited some more. But she was not there after. So I waited the 3rd day, the 4th, 5th. to the end of the week.
I went to pieces I did, her absence it's cause. Could not believe her absence a law.
I waited again and again---again---again---again---again. But she was gone.
She had not come, when I was ten, and never be back, ever again....

Wahhhhhh th that's the best story I ever h h heard.
Toooooo bbbbbaaaaaaaaddddddd.

Awww. *cries* That's like poetry...... So sad.... :sad: