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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
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
A dead, iron hand lumbers across misanthropic skies Transmission of sedition, its red eyes maliciously glean Spitting anecdotes, alluding to the brink of the Great Flash Destiny clutched in his impervious metal jaw Cable and satellite, world intertwined Electric signals of a fate resigned Upsilon, Victor, Bravo Seventy-six numbers closer to the ravage sought Destiny designed, carved upon asphalt Ignorance ensures death Symphonious sustenance misdirected Synchronous chaos intersected Steal away t
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
To kill a man is to crush a dream
To crush a dream, to secure your own
And though foreign blood burns like a sickness
Killing that man will get you home
So thrust the bayonet through his chest
Pray he dies a painless death
He's no better, you're no worse
But only the survivor will come in first
How can you sit there
Wading in your lies?
Does it make you smile
To see them die?
Their blood is on your hands
But you like the look of red
To kill a man, a horrible thought
Cast his
The night was eerie and harsh, with rather unusual weather for the season. A blanket of fog coated the bustling, bright bay. The wind whipped harshly, blasting scurrying Navymen with icy cold droplets of salty seawater. But still, they trudged on for reason even beyond them.
A flash far out at sea accompanied a large, ferocious explosion, rocking the port, sending men and debris flying. Long, drawn out siren wails could be heard from every which way, and the Navymen began to scramble. S
'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
“And so it shall be, in the wake of insurgence, the first Seal shall be broken, and the onset of Armageddon shalt be upon you all.” - Divinations, Chapter XII, verse VI
PM me, so ye shalt be saved!
More new lyrics! I'm on a rolllllll. Like always, throw some constructive crit at me, ladies and gents. Enigmatic dichotomy of the mind's eye Cimmerian quagmires obstructing individuality You are no longer self-aware The hive mind is now online I am the awakening of destructive integrity Blood flow increases, hearts race I am the virus repurposed to ensure the longevity of nothing Stone will crumble Flames lick at your greaves The effigal obelisks of your tyrant of grief Avaricious intention
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!"
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.
