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
'Eye of the Animal'
The sound of artillery fills the sky
A flood of nightmares consume my mind
The smell of death, I don't know why
We're still here
Screams and confusion engulf the field
As blood and gore begin to spill
Our only hope, the strength of our will
We must win
When it comes down to you and him
Do you have what it takes to kill?
When another's life lies in your hands
Become the victim to war's demands
The blood will dry
More will die
Don't let their sacrifice go
A little tidbit of info Nuju Metru so kindly allotted me:
Nuju: you're a metal dude tho, right?
CJ: Oh yeah. All about the metal.
Nuju: thought so
CJ: Haha, what gave that away?
Nuju: i dunno. lets see. um. i simply can't remember!! [/sarcasm]
CJ: Just toss a stone in the pond, man.
Nuju: it -radiates- from you. the metal vibe.
CJ: So, I AM metal?
Nuju: you ARE metal
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.
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
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!
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
Grilled cheese is one of those few things in life you can always be sure of; one of those simple, yet amazingly comforting nuances in life. All it is is two butter-slathered pieces of bread, inseminating their toasty deliciousness into the tender, melting slice of cheese pressed into the soft inner sides of the bread. Add a little dab of the vibrant flavoring provided by ketchup, and you have literally one of the only things brilliant enough to be served in heaven.
If that there didn't make y
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.
The bells toll, signifying the arrival of the all-fabled Christmas Break. (thank-you, Christians )
Anyways, this time of year is a rather important one for me. I get to see family, do whatever I want all day, and get a ton of free stuff.
So yeah, I'm gone as of now, until sometime near New Years.
Happy Holidays, BZP.
CJ.
Boredom. Again. Though I doubt many will read this, I guess I'll blog anyways.
So today was a generally bad day. I got a call this morning saying my Great Grandmother died in her sleep last night. Then, later, I broke my foot.
Otherwise, not too much going on in Wetaskiwin. Some foreign exchange kid from Turkey is at my friends right now, so we were giving him The Grand Tour.
Uh, on the 25th, myself, the previously mentioned friend and BZP member Grey Jester are going to Capital Ex, a
Hm... nothing really to write about, but I'm going to write anyways. Jesterland is rather boring this evening. I'm sitting here, just listening to my music. With that said, if you're bored as well, PM me or IM me on MSN or AIM to give yourself something to do.
But for now, here's some lyrics:
Disturbed
I'm Alive
Never again will I be dishonored
And never again will I be reminded
Of living within the world of the jaded
They kill inspiration
It's my obligation
To never again, allow
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
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,
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.
'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
For those who don't know, I play in a death metal band. In the absence of role-playing, I've pitted all of my energies into songwriting. Here's my latest; throw some critique at me: I have tailored the end By means of revolution, the fists of the people will speak On high ground I stand Where every footfall beats through my corrupted flesh Our roots will weave together In the wake of your plague, cohesive ideas pass judgment on pitiful man The drums of war Battle cries ring in unison, scream
"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?"
Five hundred fifty-six days. Thirteen thousand, three hundred forty-four hours. Eight hundred thousand, six hundred-forty minutes. Roughly forty-eight million seconds. A lot can happen in such a prolonged stretch of time. The leaves can turn orange, fall. Be swept aside by frigid winds, and pummeled by the unrelenting weight of crystalline snow. Melt away, bringing forth fresh sprigs of grass, damp and springy. And the cycle can repeat. What can happen in a year and a half? And entire continen
