So, went to a two-day sportsman's show on the weekend. Got my National Firearms Association card (yeah, I'm a Conservative, and no, I don't believe in gun control), and talked to some historical society guys. I got talking about my gun, I got offers upwards of $3000 for it. But I'm not sellin'.
Stand on the abyss, the blackening clouds obsuring the view
Of a million sorrow-drenched faces, their illusions construed
The hollowed worn hands of society, clawing at mind’s outer wall
Through gritted teeth, echoed howls engulfing the skull
The simplest design brought not to fruition in the sea of pain
Oh, when will it end?
Rapture is in plain sight
There past your empty lies
There beyond the twisted truths
Presented to you in plain view
Look beyond the empty lies
Look through t
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.
I've been dreaming every night about strangling all of you
I need some answers now
I ask you a question, you must answer
I want to know who is he is
You need to tell me
I can't take this anymore
If you don't give me answers, I'm going to chop you into little piece
Hotwheels, miniature trains, Tinker Toys... I'll burn you all down
Now we are going to do
Something extremely fun (yeah!)
We're going to play (let's play a game!)
A wonderful game called, "Who is your daddy?"
Who is you
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'.
loledited.
We still need:
-Silk Spectre I/II
-Nite Ow
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!
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
The Vault's First Official Short Story Contest, Remember will be ending tomorrow! Be sure to have your entries complete and in to me by midnight Mountain Time.
Don't turn away
I pray you've heard
The words I've spoken
Dare to believe
Over one last time
Then I'll let the
Darkness cover me
Deny everything
Slowly walk away
To breathe again
On my own
Carry me away
I need your strength
To get me through this
Dare to believe
Over one last time
Then I'll let the
Darkness cover me
Deny everything
Slowly walk away
To breathe again
On my own
Name it, and I'll upgrade you to a grape drink.
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
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, 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
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
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
RPG Masters' Guild
What is this?
This is a group of Role Players who have experience and knowledge behind how these games work. Currently there are three members to this group; Robo, Crimson Jester, and Spink. The two on the ends (Robo and Spink) Have been known to help out with a few RPGs and get questions related to RPG Help to them, and for Crimson Jester (CJ), he has knowledge in many of the aspects and has experience from running several of his own, as well as writing up several.
W
So, I totally catastrophically wounded my foot yesterday.
Convinced it wasn't too bad, I went to a walk-in clinic, and the doctor was all 'OMGWTF!? GO GET X-RAYS! UR FOOTS BROKEDED!'. So, form in hand, I go to the hospital, and get all radiated. The radiologist is convinced it isn't broken, and that I'm fine. And yet, my foot is still massively swollen, in copious amounts of pain, and thoroughly bruised.
But apparently I'm fine.
Well, I finished up my latest RPG Project, and decided that since I can't submit 'er until February 6th, I'd post it here, and let you guys run over it, and toss me your opinions.
So yeah, let me know what you think:
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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 su
August 17th, 1944
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 has