CptCommie

Still laughing maniacally from his mirror success, he hardly noticed Sienna at first. Then he slowly got quieter, and lowered the mirror as the little fairy got to work. Finally, he stopped entirely, simply staring down at his jacket.
"Ermm...thanks! I guess..."
Totally forgetting his mirror plan, Feliks stood there with a blank face.

Feliks dived in the trunk, throwing unwanted costumes out onto the floor. He emerged holding a generals hat and a military jacket. Quickly putting the two items on, he struck a dramatic pose.
"Im going to be a revolutionary!"
He snatched a small mirror from the trunk and opened it, putting it between Hal and Schizo. With some trouble Feliks redirected the light and shined it back at Hal.
"Ha! Where is your laser now!?"

Feliks pumped his fist in the air with excitement.
"Yay! Activities!"
He quickly ran ahead of the group, nearly sprinting into the living room. Overflowing with excitement, Feliks looked around the room.
"So whats todays fun going to be?"

Feliks disagreed with Ghoul. He motioned his hands around the room.
"Not in the Boys room either. To many of these guys are Rambo Gung-ho, they're liable to mess things up totally. Why not outside, or maybe theres an attic or something?"

Feliks nodded his approval.
"Yes, we can meet under the cover of nightfall. May I suggest some more neutral grounds though. From this afternoons water war, some of the girls are very opinionated. The last thing we needs is a mole in our mist. Good ol' Arch would have good reason to put us away for the rest of our lives if he knew."

Feliks faked a smile and began to slowly get up. He backed away from the table, forcing a laugh.
"Hehehe...Riiiiiiight..."
Once he was standing up he heard Rosies comment. Nonchalantly, Feliks made his way to her. He nodded his agreement with her comment.
"It may be trouble, but what are we going to do about it?"

Feliks, who had been sitting quietly for most of the time leaned and pointed across the table to Naga. He finger shaking up and down as he searched for the words.
"Woah! That was... weird! How did you ...do ...that?"
He the quickly recovered his composure and leaned back in the chair; though he continued to eye the reptile girl carefully.

Totally number 2. Completely.

((Sorry for my absence, College is a cruel Mistress.))
Feliks followed behind everyone else in for lunch. He removed a sandwich from the tray. Looking both ways, he quickly removed the scarf from his face and turned his back to everyone. Nearly choking twice, he finished the sandwich in record time. He rearrranged the scarf and sat quietly at the table.

Torn between reason and honor, he fired once at Danica as she ran. Then he turned on 2.0. He was furious that his reason had won over rage. His vengeance. But all in all Feliks knew 2.0 was right. After all, it wasn’t even his problem. It was Cobalt’s mallet.
"I do not call for my mother. But that’s besides the point."
He leaned real close to 2.0 and whispered.
"Between you and me, if you hadn’t damaged the hose, this would have been waaay more boring."

Suddenly torn from his fantasies of greatness, he shouted.
"Hey! You cant just interrupt a duel like that! That’s...that’s against the rules are something! You put that mallet back right now!"
Then, it dawned on him. This new comer had just taken his mallet. His mallet! Which he had struggled for so hard.
He drew his gun in a flash, and primed the band inside.
"Or I just may have to take it from you."

Feliks smiled after successfully pulling away the mallet, but frowned when Cobalt removed her nerf gun.
"So, you want a duel do you..."
Lost in his own imagination, he threw the mallet between them. It bounced on the ground till coming to rest slightly closer to Cobalt. He lowered his hand to his pocket, where he kept a rubber band gun. A wooden weapon resembling a old western Six-shooter stashed in his pants pocket. Feliks imagined spaghetti-western music playing in the back round, as the two had a stand off.
He narrowed his eyes and nervously played with the handle of the gun. He spoke with a fake western drawl.
"Alright, partner. Your move, the mallet, or your life."
The entire scene looked ridiculous, but to him it was deadly serious.

Oh, did you find something? If so, what is it? 0_o

It seems like there is no "Easy" program to do it for you. I found something that involved the command prompt which seems to work, I dont know how computer literate you are however. I'll keep looking though.

Hate to double post, but this may help you: http://www.askbobrankin.com/convert_...p3_format.html

It seems that this is an answer to your issue. I dont know the ins and outs though.

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ITunes is being stupid with their odd file formats that nothing but an IPod will load.

Sigh... anyone know a file converter?

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From what to what, may I ask?

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probably iTunes format to mp3

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I just ask becuase I've never had a problem with ITunes changing file formats.

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ITunes is being stupid with their odd file formats that nothing but an IPod will load.

Sigh... anyone know a file converter?

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From what to what, may I ask?

I have a few songs that are not just relevant to my character, but a few just generic songs.
O Fortuna by Carl Orff
Awesome song, great sound, excellent vocals. Powerful, Dramatic, Moving. I could see this being a intro for a dark character, or the beginning of an epic battle.
http://media.putfile.com/O-Fortuna-66
Escape- Craig Armstrong
Again, and intro to a epic battle. The way it sounds it could be both a beginning, the actual battle, and the aftermath.
http://media.putfile.com/Craig-Armstrong---Escape-30
Hero
For angsty hero types.
http://media.putfile.com/Hero-67-52

Someone mentioned that there is no way to save things from putfile.com. I am here to help!

I was looking over the thread when I saw this. And, On the internet, there is ALWAYS a way!
*Ahem*
In Internet Explorer there is a way to see everything you download on the internet. Every pop up, every ad, and every Song! Before doing this, you may want to make sure you have room in your Temporary Internet Files. You can go in manually and delete some if you want, or you may simply delete them all.
The downside to deleting them all is that your pages may load a *BIT* slower the first time. Your computer references your Temporary Internet Files to load a page faster. So deleting them will make it go a tad slower the first time. After that, you will be fine again. ANYWAYS.
Open up whatever it may be you want to download that normally, you cant. For this, lets say a song on putfile. Play the song in Internet Explorer. Let it finish loading.
When its done, go to "Tools >>> Internet Options."
Then go to "Settings" in the Internet Options section.
Then go to "View Files"
This page may take a bit to load, depending on its size. Inside will be a seeminly random pile of files, of varying size. What you're looking for is something from the source "uploadfile.putfile.com" in it. This can be made simpler by organizing the files by "Internet Address." This arranged them in alphabetical order. After you find that section, you may see many such files, depending on how many you have viewed. You can right click the file and open it if you so desire, to see what it is.
When you find the one you want, right click and "Copy" it. Then, you can paste it into whatever folder you want. I usually just paste it to my desk top and deal with it later.
Bam! There you have it. You have "Saved" the file from the internet, to your computer.
I hope this is right, and im not just some special circumstance >_<!! That would be lame, and only cause drama for you when you think "WHY THIS NO WORK! I WANT FILEZ! STOOPID COMMIE AND HIS STOOPID GUIDE!"
Which, if this is the case, I ask only your forgiveness, and that you keep in mind I had only the best intentions while you beat me mercilessly.

The mallet hit Feliks on the head, sending his cap flying off his head. Shocked, he grabbed for the offending weapon instinctively. He held on with both hands.
"You jerk! What did you do that for! I'm only trying to help!"

((Jeez, you guys are fast. We get hit by whats left of Ernesto and lose power and cable, and I come back and theres already been a water war!))

Feliks, who had managed to stay mostly dry through-out the water war emerged from his hiding spot. He saw Cobalt beating on Experiment from across the play ground. He ran over and put himself between the two, braving a hit from the foam mallet.
"Hey you two! Cut that out! Theres no reason for hitting each other, I'm sure of it! Besides...where we're you keeping that mallet?"

"Yes, we should. These new kids need to learn the lay of the land."
He said as he threw his should over his back. He leaned real close to Toy and whispered.
"I’m not so sure these guys can be trusted, keep an eye out."
He winked to the robot, and over cautiously went outside with his back against the wall, clearly acting out his own spy games.

Feliks jumped back a bit when Toy somersaulted.
"Woah there! No reason to get THAT excited! Its nice to meet you, and your robots!"
He watched the bots run off at Essex.
"Woooow, those are so cool! Were did you get those?"
He watched as the lasers played harmlessly off Essex's body. He laughed a bit at the bots shouts.
"Your bots are funny. My toys aren’t even close to those!"

CptCommie walked down the stairs just in time to hear Essex's remark towards Radeator. He frowned, and muttered under his breath.
"Stupid new kids..."
He dismounted the last step and looked around the room. So many new faces, and he had missed the introduction. No, matter. I will just have to do some investigation myself. His scarf trailed behind him a good foot on the floor, and his ruffled brown hair was stuffed under his cap. He finally spotted Toy, who seemed to have some interesting gizmos. The nine year old made his way over. He waved towards Toy, his piercing blue eyes giving away a grin.
"Hi! I'm CptCommie, you can call my Feliks though. What’s your name?"

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((*is not going to see Snakes on a Plane*))

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((*Snakes on a plane is a masterpeice that exceeds Shakespeare, Poe, and Lewis in writing skill. Combined.*))