Survival Instructor Staff: T-minus 27 days, and counting.
I'm so freakin' excited. An entire summer living on an Air Force base, getting paid a good chunk of change to teach survival skills to my peers. If only the days would go faster.
Gah. The Lego Company can be quite a pain at times. First, they say the Mahri will be in Canadian stores by July 20th. Now its been postponed for another month! Why us? Why the Canadians? *grumbling*
Feel free to post your thoughts.
-El Furioso Jestero
Saw a preview for this whilst at Gran Torino (best movie ever, BTW), and this, by far, looks like the best Terminator. I mean, come on, just look at the poster!
Alright. I have four potential Jesterland logos, courteousy of //Air Freak. And I'd like your guys' opinions on which I should use. Without further ado, the images!
I'm debating getting Twitter. Being able to share my single-sentence, belligerent, indiscriminately grim rants with the internet is quite enticing. Thoughts?
January 27th, 2004. Five years ago today. A bored-out-of-his-mind, Bionicle-loving youth, with a handy computer, got bored and searched for Bionicle sites. Near the end of his fruitless searching, one site in particular caught his interest: BZPower.com. Something drew him in, and that day, he signed up, under the name 'Troopertoran'.
Time went by, and Troopertoran, now known as Inferno Nuva: Toa of Rage became a regular forum-wanderer, haunting the Comedies forum, and Completely Off Topic.
Hello, BZP.
I'm sure most of you reading this know who I am by now, and have a vague idea of how my mind works. If not, please, allow me a moment to indulge:
I HAVE A FREAKIN' PROFILE FOR A REASON!
Now, with all indulgences aside, I'd like to first, yet again, thank EW for giving me this wonderful opportunity. BZP wouldn't be the same without you.
To all of you out there: yes, this is rather short for a blog entry, and yes, my blog is rather plain at the moment. But, don't you fret,
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
"You ain't gonna jump no more!"
(CHORUS)
Glory, glory, what a heckuva way to die,
Glory, glory, what a heckuva way to die,
Glory, glory, what a heckuva way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!
"Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up,
Our Hero feebly answer
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
Shake it off
Pick yourself up, they say
Your life fell apart in your hands, and you've got the scars to prove it
It's not the first time, and they're getting deeper
Pull it together
Button up your shirt
Roll down those sleeves
Don't let them see how you've coped
More and more your demeanor looks like quicksand.
It seems like your giving up on everything you worked for
It's pulling you under
It's gripping around your throat
Life can be overwhelming, but don't turn your back on the str
'scuse the absence; been busy. Life hates me, got sick, and got a job.
Anyways, what've I missed? Anything I need to do right now?
Oh, by the way. New guitar rig at the end of summer. =DDDD
Hello again, Vault Dwellers.
Have you ever had an absurd idea for a day you could not possibly imagine happening? And, furthering that, have you ever had one of those days actually take place? In five days, I can successfully say I have.
See, my former plight is this: one of my favorite bands, Disturbed, although having toured regularly since the release of 2000's The Sickness, they haven't done a full-fledged Canadian tour, or even dipped into the western provinces, since 2001.
Despit
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
Fresh morning air has a very distinctive taste. Cool, crisp, and sweet. But on this particular morning, that signature aura was disturbed. On this morning, a bitter, slightly burnt smell rode on the wind, the aroma of smoke and fire. Ashes floated in the sky, barely discernible against a charcoal sky.
The Toa slid his tongue along his his teeth, trying to scrape the horrible taste and grey particles off of his teeth. He clutched the hilt of his blade, it's brown leather grip a warm, soothing
|Divine Blood|
And there it is, my friends. Divine Blood. The brainchild of Koname and Rehz, spiced up a bit by myself. I am proud to say, it is now an official contestant in RPG Contest 12.
Best of luck to all entrants.
Until next time, BZP.
CJ.
Alright, here's what's going down. I had no plans whatsoever in entering RPG Contest 13. But, as fate has it, this absolutely sweet idea popped up in my head today. So, I wrote up a (rather weak) intro, and decided to let you guys look, and be the judge. So, here it is, be sure to leave feedback!
I want no one to escape
Gripping tight the sickle-blade
Swing to seal your fate
All is lost
No warning to my approach
On your life I will encroach
As the blood pours from your throat
Release your soul
Don't judge me for what I do
Messiah, I'm saving you
Freedom from your tortured shell
Abandon the rest, earthly ######
Come to meet the hangman's noose
Draws you to the gallows, seduced
Death will find you better use
Come to me
Do not be ashamed at your demise
For in your d
The rain begins to pour
As the artillery starts to roar
Soothing ringing in my ears
Their screams I need not hear
The water's red with blood
Bodies sinking in the mud
Tombs amidst the dirt
An atonement to the earth
Another falls beside me
My eyes are glazed with death
When from No Man's Land
Comes burning dragon's breath
My lungs begin to sear
My flesh falls from my bones
A vicious reformation
In death I can go home
Committed to the sea of stone
The place where bloodied
A scream. A shrill, blood-curdling cry. His eyes were wide with fear. His heart raced.
The sky had grown a sickening reddish hue. It was full of them now. His feet could barely run fast enough. He wouldn't get away.
Another battle-cry from the winged beast. The Toa turned. Leathery wings. White eyes. Blood-stained talons.
And his last feeling was the searing of claws, dug deep into his chest.
“Upon the first Seal's collapse, winged beasts will come forth from the skies, bring
I've literally accomplished nothing today. I didn't even complete a full shift at work today.
On another note, am I the only one that has a complete separate mood for listening to Tool? I find that pretty epic. But their videos scare me. Oo
Good evening, Vault residents,
Tonight's message is a great milestone, straight from the desk of myself, the Overseer.
Thanks to my good friend, who you all know as The Captain, The Vault has received it's first approval:
From the one staff member (me), I'd like to extend thanks to him!
Until next time BZP,
CJ.
