Hey there, readers!
As you all should know, I went and saw Disturbed on Tuesday. Here's my Removed. -Kohaku, official review:
The show started off with some stupid emo band called Art of Dying, that was a bore. All they did was whine, and play their instruments in an ear-aching, atrocious manner typical of any emo music. Sad thing is, they were the only Canadian band there. >> There was a two-man, wussy emo mosh pit going on during their excruciatingly painful set, complete with rece
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.
I woke up today 'bout noonish, and within five minutes I had rolled out of the bed, hopped into my chair, and came here. Gah, I believe this has become a routine!
Anyways, my friend finally came back to BZP, after much convincing from me, and will be playing as my brother, Kaldun, in Dr. Bionicle's The Academy. But I guess Korruhn will be fighting Phobos now, then getting carried away to the lab. So whatever you need to get done with him, I suggest you do it soon.
Anyways, second day o
So, scored my 2500th post last night. Good number, I'd say.
Oh, and the post consisted of my mainstay RPG character, Korruhn, throwing his drunken friend at a bartender.
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
I have a newfound hatred for electrical storms and stairs... here's how the story goes (takes place between 10PM-12AM):
I was by myself at home, sitting on the computer, talking to Hak, and lurking in the shadows of BZP. I looked outside, and saw a ton of lightning. In my typical fashion, I ignored it. I kept conversing with Hak, until I noticed the lights starting to flicker. I knew the power was going. I tried to let him know, but bam! Just as I was about to send the message, power goes out
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'.
Digging around the internet a while ago, I managed to find a couple of Air Cadet pictures, to give you guys a feel of what its like:
A Squadron doing Drill:
The Camp I'll be going to:
The picture seems to have disappeared off of the site...
Also, you guys can feel free to email me while I'm at camp, so I have something to read during the odd time I get on the computer.
Until next time, BZP.
*salutes*
-CJ
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:
» Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... «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 su
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.
Bah. Beginning of summer. Absolute chaos. Luckily, things have slowed down enough for me to give a brief recap:
For starters, my summer deployment. For all who don't know, I've been selected from my squadron to instruct future military personnel for 7 weeks, teaching, among other things, leadership skills, instructional techniques, and survival skills. I'm being deployed to CFB (Canadian Forces base) Cold Lake, an Air Force base about 5 hours north of here. My leave date is Saturday, July 4t
My BZPRPG character, Korruhn. He's a Demon, an Anti-Hero, an Assassin, an Ice Toa, a Military Leader, a Weapons Machinist, a Tactician, and a Warrior (the list goes on, I'm just too lazy to finish it). And now, I add to that list, a MOC (thanks Koname)!
Behold, the Monster himself! Muahaha!
Let me know what you guys think!
-CJ
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.
This truth
An ode to my liberation
To cast out the longing that grew so near
Watch it burn
An inspiration
This proclamation
That hope remains
Flow of ambition
Course through my veins
Awaiting a spark
(You are the spark)
Alight, alight
I’ve found the way
Watch me burn
I’ll keep you warm
Simple words are but an understatement
A lifetime of labor to paint your visage
The mirror of beauty itself
My passion
Empty and lifeless
A breath of life
Left in your kiss
To go
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.
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
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
