So I got home from Capital Ex (a huge fair) at about 8:30 last night. It had reached over 37 degrees celcius that day!
Then, I sorta sat around here for a bit, and disappeared into the world of Xbox Live for several hours, dealing with some racist, obnoxious, sore losers. It was fun, eh MJ?
Otherwise, I got up early today to go to work. I was tired from going to bed at 4 again and getting up at 10, yet again. Then, I show up at work, and find out someone screwed up on the schedule and now
As the bombs get smarter
Our skies begin to grow darker
Apocalypse grows nearer
Revelations clearer
Silhouettes in the mist
My squadmates, they persists
"Throw out all our smoke!
Our cover has been blown!"
Some new lyric I wrote today, out of boredom. Nothing spectacular. Based on a 19th century short story, called 'Young Goodman Brown'. Leave some feedback.
A darkened forest
Its very limbs wail with greed
And tonight, I've come for an evil deed
A twisted snake
It's eyes so full of hatred
And I'm beginning to regret this decision
Loathful brotherhood of pious souls
Macabre faces, this is not my home
Frozen hearts, away with morality
A bitter congregation with evil Himself
Salem ha
Well, stuff hit the fan today.
I'm done, all this stuff is ridiculous. Seriously, what have I done that's so abhorrent that I'm granted nothing in this pathetic excuse of a life? I've absolutely had it.
I'm scheduled to see a mental specialist next week.
I learned how to fall today, didn't think it would kill you
To settle the debt I thought never would be paid.
Found out I was wrong today (I was wrong)
Too weak to continue
One final defense to fall
Still unbroken
Now I
Tonight, I bring fellow RPers together to bring an announcement, from deep within the halls of the RPG Masters' Guild. I'd like to introduce you all to the newest member of our team: The Captain.
I have to say, that this man is the best roleplayer I've ever witnessed on this site. As well, since his arrival on the RPG Forum scene, he's been by far my personal biggest RPing influence. Aside from personal things, there is other evidence of this greats' roleplaying heavy-hits: he has 6 RPG Conte
Weather's bad today. -25C in the middle of March. Ready for the snow to go away.
Easily aced English essay today. Done with short fiction unit. Have to study for English exam tomorrow. Don't want to, though.
Nearing graduation; no ideas what I want to do. Many possibilities.
Working on a new short story trilogy. First is ironic, pessimistic interpretive fiction. No war. Second, vigilante. Third, unknown. All will tie.
Working on lyrics. Will post when done.
Weather's still bad. Snow, wind. Spring Friday.
Four-day weekend, beginning tomorrow. Have to get black-and-purple grad suit. Going to have friends over, play CoD.
Got accepted to teach survival at Cold Lake Air Force Base. Leaving June 28th. Excited.
Boredom ensues. IM/PM me. Want to play CoD4.
Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their fornication and murder will foam up about their waists and all the fornicatees and politicians will look up and shout 'Save us!' And I'll whisper 'no'.
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Hello readers.
Today, I bring forth to you, a special guest, and friend, to speak on the state of role-playing on BZPower today. Without further ado, Nihi:
Until next time, BZPower
CJ.
BZP role-players, Judges, RPG staff, and whomever may come across it,
I'm here to make one point, and one point only: as of today, I'm retiring from RPG creating. I've been doing this on BZP for going on 5 years now; by far the longest run of any RPG creator I can think of. I've had my share of crushing defeats, and glorious wins in my days doing this, and it was all worth it. The three RPG Contest victories, and dozens upon dozens of CoT RPGs I've made in my days; I don't regret a single one
Hello, BZPers.
Lately, I've had this insatiable craving. Could be from too much Call of Duty: World at War, or the massive collection of war books beside me, but either way, I need committed, quality quality RPers.
For what, you probably won't ask, seeing as the answer is bloody obvious. But, for those of you who can't guess, I've got a war RPG coming soon, and I need some good, solid RPers for it. Let me know if you feel like helping out/participating.
Well, it seems that the generosity of the BZP populace has yet again caught me off guard.
For those who haven't taken notice yet, I am a week away from the beginning of my sixth, I repeat, sixth year at BZP. I'm sure it's something many people have hit, and will continue to hit, but, from my perspective, it seems like quite the milestone. In these six years, many things have happened. Bad times, like Hurricane Katrina, the canceling of Duke Nukem Forever (Fornow) and the recent Haiti earthqu
Time for a short little rant, maggots!
Opinions. Like the humans behind them, opinions are scattered and diverse. They are part of what I like to call our individuality complex; what makes you, you. Like fingerprints, there are no two sets of opinions that exactly match. This can range from your favorite sports team, whether you enjoy a certain type of food, or even your favorite music/bands. People also carry negative opinions, usually biased in one way or another by hearsay, or a bad experi
So here's the situation: Hak and I, like every night lately, were playing Seven Hand Poker via MSN. We had each won two matches, and were playing a fifth and final round to break our tie. Game plays through as it usually does, Hak gets a chip, I get a chip, so on, and so forth. But our tiebreaker ended in a tie! We both had four chips! So yeah. Seeing how ironic that was, I decided to share my epic tale with all of you.
*goes back to Poker*
And yes, however strange it may sound, my name i
Simple I am
Simple I go
A few simple luxuries are all I know
(And all I need)
A simple man
I have no home
For all my life I choose to roam
(Down my own road)
The simplest life
Is all I'll take
When everything is hollow and fake
(So full of lies)
A basic life is all I need
But if I could have just one more thing
(chorus [Not at ALL satisfied with it...])
Your face
Mine to
Embrace
I won't let go
I'm haunted by the memory of you
Simple I was
Now I fade
My simple life
17th August, 1948
It'll be five years next month. Five long, bloody years we've been in this
Five is a pretty small number, contrasted to the rest of those associated with this. Thirty cities in ruins. Ninety-one ships sunk. One hundred seventy-eight planes downed. Three hundred one thousand, six hundred fifty-six men MIA. More than double that KIA. And by tomorrow, I'll be back here, writing again, scribbling out those numbers, and replacing them with the new tallies.
My division ha
This, Vault citizens, is the future of the Vault for years to come. Ladies and gentlemen, what you see above you, is the beginning of a rich, exciting, and expansive Vault.
As the Overseer of Vault 16, it is my duty, and goal, to give Vault citizens the best experience possible. From the unique blog entries, to the great Photoshopping, thanks to both Hak and Nayaks. But, despite all this, the Vault is not near complete. It needs expansion. It needs substance. And that is where you, Vault citi
