When Dawn Does Come
27 year old Terramce thinks life could could get no worse for him. His apartment burned down, his wife's flight back home from her buisness trip has been delayed, he's haunted every night by the memory of the murder he commited, then finds that the local gang has singled him out for lack of protection money. With so much lost and still more to lose, Terrance finds himself wishing that everyone would just dissapear and leave him alone.
Next morning, after a night filled
The first image I made in Photoshop completely on my own using most of the tools. I felt like I just had to after coming across that motivational poster praising the Emporer and his trillion boot licks. Silly humans, holy comatose piles of meat are for loonies!
... That's it.
Yeah, seriously. Everyone there was either playing Hordes or plain ol' Warhammer. The only other two 40kers were already engaged in battle *see in the doodle, the Eldar rolling the d6 against the Gray Knight* and there was no way I could join in. So I waited an hour before I gave up and just hit the long, rainy road home.
Look at you, all clothed in flesh.
You cling to warmth and pleasure.
You indulge in your own humility.
Bickerng masses of self-preservance.
Kill them today so you can kill more tommorow.
Kill them tommorow so you get killed the next day.
Kill me right now so I can just kill them all later.
Murder is a loathed circle- it can never end.
We do not bleed. We cannot be halted. We can only be slowed.
That is fine. Beat us and burn us. We don't mind. We'll take our time.
You're going to di
Well, since it's only Novemeber I'm not going to torment you all with endless Xmas jingles, but yeah. The Christmas season has practically barged in a week early for me. Just yesterday it was just between some nessecary doctor appointments I had to get dragged along to, the whole trip lasting around 7 hours. Today we *being me and my mother* went out simply because it was a good thing to tackle- and tackle that we did.
A combined total of 11 hours of shopping over the course of the past two d
I need someone to talk to- there's a whole lot of hate and mixed emotions flowing through my veins right now...
*Sets off to draw some deranged image to vent*
Art's *well,if you could call it art- technically it's doodles that could probably end me up in a loony bin if I didn't throw them out immediately* my way to vent- heck, it's morbid, but I feel so much better afterwards!
Yes, my logic side has calmed down and is back to normal, but my emotional side is still pointlessly ranting
Should I just go ahead and build the new one, or should I deconstruct the old one and rebuild it using some of the new parts and instead have one Monolith with a lot of handy leftover bitz?
I dunno, personally.
Unlike going with a traditional black cube, I was figuring painting and weathering my Monolith in the way of a steel shipwreck. To the door and up, it's going to be covered in rusty green scum of sorts, as if it had been lying half submerged in a swamp for eons. The rest will be bl
Sorry, I had intended to write it today- but because of the recent issue that I really feel no need to show to the public, I've been too frustrated to really do much productive stuff *asides from painting 3 Tau Stealthsuits today, I really just sort of trolled around the house* .
So yeah, I'll have it up tommorow- don't worry! Sorry for the inconvience , I really got to get the IRL stuff out of the way before I prioritize over Bzpower stuff >,<;
Ka is freaked out at himself because over the past few days he has found that he's started talking in third person. Besides Waspinator, Ka hasn't seen any other Bzp'ers who do that. Ka started using third person to make his one-sentence replies more interesting, but he's started to adopt it since and is only now growing self aware about it.
Ka is not Waspinator. So he does not blow up. Ka doesn't want to be blown up. Ka should probably force himself to break the habit before it becomes perman
When it comes to dead fish, I can usually just give em' the flush and have no problem whatsoever.
But that's not how it worked with my Mudskippers ];
I spent many long months planning and learn about aquariums so I could rear the little buggers. Mudskippers are just awesome, man. Way cooler then your average goldfish. The little fellas are gobies that spend more of their time on the land then water. The jump around, they skip across water as well, and they like to climb stuff. And as I le
*hand slips out of space/time continuim, drops note*
"Feel free to drop a message by me on Yahoo Messenger. Look for giantsquid1992 or 'Carl The Kahn' . Now seriously- BAAAIII"
Well, where do I begin? After a few talks over the phone on Friday, me and my good buddies Dylan and Tyler invited me over to his place to play with Airsoft guns on Saturday morning before I had to leave to go to my grandparents' birthdays and whatnot. At the time, I just figured it'd be us free messing around in Tyler's back yard, but heh- turned out to be different then that Xp
Well, I was dropped off at Tyler's place, he and Dylan were both there. We grabbed a few weapons and drove down to
For the past month and a half, I have been constantly filling my blog with a steam of babble all about Dead Space- and for good reason, the game is just terrific.
Well today, I can say it is finished. I spent the whole day playing the game one last time, fufilling all the achievements. ADS Cannon *Also known as "Don't Get Cocky Kid!" on the list* with 50% and up of shield integrity. I maxed out all the weapons and suit stuff, becoming a brutal killing machine.
I beat the game for the four
As the clouds gathered above the humid canopies of Ulacant IV's many swamps, something else added it's voice to the chorus of alarmed animals. The usually shadowy swamplands nestled in between the deep and treacherous canyons were illuminated by violent strikes of lightning. Waterfalls ran down deep from the dark and ominus clouds above- the rainfall hammered the dry wastelands above and flooded the swamps below, the many nocturnal creatures below chattering and babbling as it raged on. But it
The brooding Earth grinds on it's axis
Gears turning in dark of rust and tears
Then she came with presence purest
Why don't you cast away all those years?
Heaven's flowing net is wide but mesh of thin
He meant it to keep them out but not keep His in
She is the flame of grace among the crawling sin
Take the flame on my finger, protect it from smotherin'
I look upon this flickering warmth and know she is mine
Too precious a creature to be forgotten to the unthinking
I take this flick
The setting sunset sets a red glow upon the ruined Imperial city almost as deep in hue as the red, hot blood flowing through the streets. The Ork Warboss happily stomps across the trail of Imperial Gaurdsmen corpses, then grinding the skull of the local govenor militant into the pavement, gazing out into the plastered wreckage of cathedrals before him. The bloated organic vehicle had crashed landed into the structure only a few minutes earlier, smashing the gothic beauty and raining concrete dow
But instead I found myself yearning to continue my novel. Normally I'd say no problem and post chapters of The Lost Fantasy , BUT after that one particular incident where some kid on Bzp *who I shall not name* stole my RPG series and posted it on two different sites... Yeah. I don't want a story I've been nursing all my life to be stolen by "fans" .
:s
Okay, so I've set Angry Dead Guys 2 aside merely because the death of Lappy severly cripples my ability to write it up. So the question is this: A Warhammer 40K/Necrons COT epic, the revived Chronicles of Toa Kativa epic, or my actual novel I'm trying to write up? I'm a little unsure with the last one due to the risk of it being stolen * NO THANKS TO "THE HERETIC" , OH THIEF OF MY RPG* , but I want your opinions.
NAUGHTY WORDS CENSORED AND MANY QOUTES STILL REMOVED EVEN AFTER THAT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART
Dawn Of War
" Oh my God, why the do I even let you Chaos jerkwads in my matches?! You're gonna get it for that one, you cheesy overgrown goth kids!"
" GET OUT OF MY FACE YOU ANNOYING- SPACE MARINE KNOCKOFFS"
"Goodgawd, do you prancey-pants Eldar ever use ANYTHING besides those whiny little Banshees?!"
"EAT YOUR OWN CANDY-CANE SPINE"
" GO EAT A FAILBURGER"
"DIEDIEDIEDIEBURRRRN"
"
Here he sat upon his rusted throne,
Ruler of nothing but his golden mind,
In a mad society he proudly thrives alone
Mad himself, he left a different madness behind.
The voracious black hole that is humanity
The behemoth tried to swallow him as whole
An overlook of mankind, he ascended his insanity
At the price of body and mind, he saved his soul
Flesh of the wild animal and mind of the inhuman being
He gazes down from his throne at the monkey-ants below,
Swarming and killing to con
