FOR SCIENCE! 2.0 (3)
I was going to write a part two to Days of Future past (You better believe I have ideas for the Phantoka and Mistika), but was unable to because of time constraints. Maybe tomorrow, we'll have to see.
In the mean time, I enjoyed this, it was a nice little distraction from everything else.
Wordcount: 652
Enjoy!
Zero Hour
“Ten”
The countdown started. In my head I went over the past 24 hours rapidly, remembering all I had managed to accomplish in those
A young boy once asked a willow
“Why is that you weep?”
The willow replied with a heavy sigh
“I weep for those who sleep.”
“I weep for those asleep in the ground,
For they buried and forgot
I weep for those once fought bravely
But are now just left to rot”
“I weep for these gardens of stone,
A decayed and tragic lot.
And I weep at the thought that you,
Dear boy, may one day fill a plot”
“I weep for the foreign soldier,
so far from his home dear
I weep for his mother and
Rob: I'ma boot up Mass Effect for the first time ever, but all I'ma do is make a character. *Boots up Mass Effect and starts creating Commander Joan Shepard* AN HOUR LATER. Rob: I am satisfied with this thing I do. *Clicks on accept* Rob: WHOA GAME STARTS RIGHT AWAY? Kind of a boring cutscene, though. *First dialogue option comes up* Rob: WHOA THAT WASN'T A CUTSCENE WOW. *Answers first two dialogue options, begins walking down the hall of the Normandy* Rob: OMG BEST GAME EVAR.
And hark I hear the angels sing!
Yes, up until now my computer has been sporadic and a general nightmare, interrupting my schedule and my planned updates (Monday, Wednesday, Friday, by the way)
BUT, now that I have a UPS (Universal Power Supply) for my computer I. AM. BACK. And it feels so good!
So without anything futher, I bring to you to the main purpose of this deranged entry.
WHY MY ROOM IS A NIGHTMARE
My room is rather small.
Not super small, not by any great stretch, bu
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You have no idea how long I have been trying to upload this blasted story.
I finished it at...oh, about 12:04 AM this morning, and found that BZP's server was dead. So instead of waiting and struggling for an hour (Oh wait, I did do that) I went to bed. I awoke and tried to post it again and found that while the FORUMS were operational, all BLOGS were dead. Oh, unending fury.
SO at last I managed to get this story uploaded and I am happy.
It's a thought I've had multiple times
Well folks, I've been quite....untruthful, huh?
I haven't been doing my writing for quite some time...however I've found that's mostly because I just haven't been inspired by the concept of writing, and so until the point that the inspiration returns, FOR SCIENCE will change.
I will no longer do 2,000 words minimum.
I'll do however many I want, be it 10, 15, or 3,000. I'll do it until the story is complete, or until I have a satisfactory chapter break.
I'll be starting this new copy
Ever had one of those days wherein everything seems akin to waves rolling on the ocean? a constant ebb and flow of happiness, sorrow, and general indifference?
Often my emotions stay rather stationary. If I had a bad day it can turn good, likewise if I've had a good day, it can very easily turn bad--however never before have I experienced such a myriad of--moodswings I suppose one could call it.
I awoke this morning, early, and saddened--what I was saddened by I really can't say. My min
Blah blab blah Mistika-debate-hate. It's gettin' old, people. CHILL.
I have no problem with meaningful discussion, but that is HARDLY MEANINGFUL DISCUSSION.
Listen to some Creed and CHILL.
I can't find the rhyme in all my reason
Lost sense of time and all seasons
I feel I've been beaten down
By the words of men who have no grounds
I can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom
When your ax has cut the roots that feed them
Forked tongues in bitter mouths
Can drive a man
This will be a quick entry, I'm not even sure why I'm writing it (Of course now I remember that I'm not sure I why I write any entries at all, so that's nothing new)
Basically, I've been listening to Pink Floyd's The Wall album. Not obsessively, just a single listen through, and wow. This album can sum up the entire emotional gamut of your normal human being. Absolutely raw music in here--then again, that's what Pink Floyd does best.
If you've never heard The Wall it is heavily recommen
Becca and I have come to the conclusion that Animal Crossing: City Folk takes place within the Capitol. Also that President Snow only became President because he wanted to be the mayor in Animal Crossing SO BADLY.
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Really not much to say, I've had stuff on my mind. Some of that came out in tonight's entry, some of it didn't.
Oh, play Cave Story.
Word Count: 991
Enjoy.
The Truth
I'm writing this (though I am more than away it's no story) not so much for purposes of entertainment, so much as the purpose of expressing myself and allowing you to better know me.
I've always found that writers use their art to express who they are, and upon some self-reflection I found I needed som
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I'll be perfectly honestly with all of you. I have no idea what this is, none whatsoever.
I mean, I attempted to add some measure of logic and sense, but my original plan went spiraling madly out of control.
For those of you wondering, my original plans were as follows
A: Family-type story wherein younger brother discovers older brother is in fact part of a rebel faction that has been tearing apart the community in which they live
B: A poem-type thing about said situation.
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Late. I know.
My plan was actually to have this when I woke up this morning, y'know, a little early morning writing.
There was one flaw in that little plan--I didn't wake up this morning.
AND SO HERE IT IS.
With luck I will have another up tonight, because I try not to suck.
This is based on a true story, and yes, it was revolting.
Word count: 819
Enjoy! (I sure did, eventually)
The Joy of Painkillers
Grey clouds rolled in... turning the previously blue sky
So I believe I'm actually attempting to get myself into some sort of warped and disturbed schedule. As though I was trying to give all two of you who read my blog some sort of regular basis on which you could read my disconnected and generally insane thoughts.
No, I don't know what I'm smoking. Chances are I shouldn't be, though...whatever it is.
So with enough lead-in, let's get right to the point of this entry.
The Claidi Journals
Now, let me go on record as saying I cannot beli
I am taking the briefest of breaks from Mass Defect (plus there's gonna be some changes coming to it anyhow) to announce that my wife Rebecca (Hahli Husky) and I are very proud to announce the adoption of our second child...Micah! He will be joining us and his older brother Yannick in being officially Canadian and also eating delicious pancakes every day. THAT'S MY BOY.
There is a scourge across our fair board, a scourge so devious and so malicious that it seems to infect every last member. It's a parasite that seems to grow stronger and stronger as leaps voraciously from one host to another...
What is this deadly parasite? It's called an opinion.
An opinion is a deadly and cruel thing, and anyone with an opinion should be openly mocked and ridiculed, for this is the only cure for such an infectious disease. Only with this cleansing fire can the parasi
FOR SCIENCE! (9)
This story I'm actually relatively pleased with, it's really not much--in fact it's basically just the intro to Super Metroid (hence the name), but I always loved the intro to Super Metroid with a passion (then again I loved all of Super Metroid with a passion)
The funny thing with this story is it didn't turn out at all like I expected. I had expected to deal with Samus' planetfall and subsequent discovery of a ruined Space Pirate base, I always found that part of the gam
This is verbatim transcription (That means all the spelling mistakes and errors are intact) of writing I did this morning at roughly 4:00 AM after being unable to sleep (And finding that WinAmp Skin I wanted. Until the point that I begun writing I was operating the computer essentially blind, meaning no glasses)
Well, this is quite the experiment. I’m writing blind here, literally blind. Eyes closed I’m relying only on mu drndr og youvh snf yhr dounf yo huifr mr.
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Music is a rhythm, a
So, this is a blog, eh?
Heh, I've played around with such things before, but to have one on BZPower is rather unique. I honestly never expected to be utilizing such a feature on this site-- but then I realized how odd it would be for the Blog Leader (Or thought police commander, if I do say so m'self) to be minus a blog, and thus I created what you see before you.
This will generally be a place where I post any oddities or interests I have. Any appropriate writing may be sneak-peeked her
FOR SCIENCE! 2.0 (6)
I'm tired.
Very tired.
This is what runs through my head--except this is like, maybe five-to-ten minutes of a dialogue that runs all day long.
Wordcount: 536 (Anyone else notice the shrinking wordcounts? I do!)
Enjoy!
So I did
A soldier screamed as he fell, clutching his arm where the magic still burned his flesh. All around his comrades were dropping, their primitive blades no match for the small band of mages that had surrounded their leader.
“Fo
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First attempt at new title graphic, I dunno if I like it enough yet.
We'll find out.
You'll get part two of Gods another night, tonight I simply wasn't in the mood.
Word count: 167
Enjoy.
Signifying Nothing
Sound and fury signifying nothing…that’s what this entire entry is about. I would have loved to write the second part of Gods—unfortunately when your mind is pre-occupied with other things it becomes most difficult to write to a satisfactory degree. (Or at leas
