"The deadliest weapon in the world is a Jester and his rifle. It is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if you expect to survive in combat. Your rifle is only a tool. It is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and strong you will hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not kill. You will become dead Jesters and then you will be in a world of hurt because Jesters are not allowed to die without permission. Do you maggots have what it takes?"
Hello again, Vault citizens!
Tonight, I bring you a brief, but rather important announcement:
I'd like to announce the addition of a new, unique, and rather interactive feature to our wondrous Vault: the Guest Column. Here's how it goes down: once a week, I'll extend an invitation to Vault Dwellers to PM me their rantings, thoughts, theories, etc. You will have six days to have your column to me, and a week from the date, your column could appear in the 'Guest Column' box, where it will re
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!"
...I had a decent weekend getaway over the last few days. Worth every minute of it. I get home, my cancer-stricken, three-legged dog has just died an extremely painful death.
I hope you all had a good weekend, too.
My computer is currently in for repairs, since apparently my anti-virus let a Trojan get through when I was downloading music.
Anyways, I'll be limited with my internet access until next Friday (the 25th).
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
Disturbed concert tonight -- expect a recap tomorrah.
For those affected by my absence, let this sweet picture distract you until I return:
Until next time BZP,
CJ.
Hello, readers.
As I'm sure a few of you know, I took a 6-week Survival Instructors' Course over the summer of 2008. After completion, I am now fully qualified to teach military-grade survival skills.
Now, before you go saying 'Oh, when will I need rubbish like this', think. These incidents are a lot more common than you think. Things from getting your car stuck in a snowy ditch on a low-to-no-traffic highway, to being in a commercial plane crash. You see them on the news frequently, and s
As you can, see, I've added quite a few new things to the Blog. Its now set up like a computer data file for the Jesterland Defence Center, a National Guard-esque thing.
The first new feature, Jester File, is a profile of myself, full of data errors and such.
The second is the Jesterland Defence Force's Code of Honor, which is fairly straight-forward.
The third feature is definitely the coolest. Its a club I've started called the Jesterland Defence Force. 'What is it?', you may ask. It
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Ugh. I just got up and I already have work to do. Seeing how I'm gone to boot camp for three weeks as of Saturday, I've got all this packing to do, I have to iron my uniform and polish my boots, have to let all you folks know I'm going to be gone, find people to watch my RPG Characters, and *gulps*, I have to clean my room. Oh did I mention I was going to be gone for three weeks? I guess I'll give you guys the low-down on my Boot Camp:
(Not sure about the rest of you) But here in Canada, we
Hello, not-so-faithful readers.
Today's major subject, as noted in this entry's title, is sequels. Sequels, in the simplest form, are the follow-up, profit-raking, deformed brother of an original. But, what the dictionary fails to mention, is how terrible they usually are. *glares at Batman* Now, why I'm discussing sequels is probably beyond you at this point. And that usually isn't good, thus, I guess I'll divulge what I'm rambling about.
For starters, for you word-filter annihilated peop
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
I heard this rather interesting quote today, from a song entitled "Omerta". It goes as follows:
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of themselves without that law is both.
For a wounded man shall say to his assailant,
'If I live, I will kill you. If I die, You are forgiven.'
Such is the rule of honour.
I then found out that it is the Sicilian Mafia Code of Honor. This quote is quite intriguing, actually. I found it to
Hello, fellow BZPers.
You may have noticed that I've decided to go ahead with a Short Story Contest. So, here's the lowdown:
You have until February 4th to create for me a Short Story. Length, I don't care. I care about quality.
Now, with any SS Contest, there will be a theme. This contest's theme will be the lyrics to Disturbed's song Remember. You may choose to incorporate the lyrics, or simply build a story based upon said lyrics (granted, you include an explanation of how the story
As of late, I've been working on a rather massive new CoT RPG project, based around the console RPG 'Mass Effect'. Being a rather expansive game, with many paths to choose, and many things to discover. Thus, I'm asking you, the BZPower community, to aid me in making this project one for the books. Comment, or PM me, for details.
Feel the heat
Rapid-fire
Tearing flesh
A hail of death
Mounted chaos
Spitting lead
Breathing fire
All are dead
I am the war machine
Product of our misdeeds
Make you hurt, make you bleed
But you're the one pulling the trigger here
And you're the one killing here
Don't blame me
Feeding [EXPLETIVE]
Steel barrel
Bellowing casings
Muddy gallow
Bodies pile
Smoking vent
Cool it down
Kill again
You are a war machine
A product of your own misdeeds
Make them hurt, make th
So, since it's been a while, I figure I'd take a break from blogging my lyrics (since nobody bothers critiquing them anyhow :\), and give you guys a little life update.
First off, general life garbage: I moved at the end of the summer. Bigger town, stupid rich kids, but still nothing to do. Lots of gorgeous babes, though. That's a definite upside to Wetaskiwin.
Got a job, as well. Actually, two. First of all, I'm now Chief Survival Instructor of my new Cadet squadron. This job has me in ch
Peace: the ever-sacred, yet near-impossible to attain treasure of life. It is a blessing, a gift not many experience in their lifetime. And for the inhabitants of Alleria, it could not have come sooner.
For thousands of years prior to Peacetime, Alleria was torn ragged by the dogs of war; the result of two self-sanctified Clans, the K’laric and the Ztun. They had been at war for six thousand years, fighting for control over the island that they each believed was rightfully theirs. Back and fo
So yeah. I conveniently posted my RPG in the last blog entry. You should give me your opinion on it. 'cause, y'know, its the one time I care about your opinion.
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
