Visited the flea market on Sunday, managed to find a couple cool little retired pieces, including a couple Star Wars polys I needed for my collection! Overall, spend $65 Canadian; I think I did pretty well!
So, seeing as BZPRPG is getting to the point of stagnancy which sees mosquitos start to look to it as a breeding ground, and it doesn't seem like that's gonna change for a while, I'd like to open a discussion (miiiight not be the right choice of words, considering I'll probably be the only one reading and discussing hahaha).
-What NEW things would you like to see implemented in the new BZPRPG arc?
-What OLD things would you like to see brought back?
-For those of you with experie
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
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
Life is a constant battle. I flourish on the battlefield. At heart, we are all soldiers in our own game.
That being said, I'm really bored with the way this war is going. Same repeated attacks and defenses, time and time again. Life needs variation. Suggestions?
Things have come to my attention recently. Situations have been formed, due to both my own actions and things far beyond my grasp. Either way, I have come to the unwavering conclusion that, despite convictions to keep to themselves, everyone should learn to be comfortable with themselves. People should have the capability to be honest and open with everyone. They should learn to turn their thoughts and feelings into words, and communicate with those around them. In my eyes, confusion and miscomm
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
Time for a short little rant, maggots!
Opinions. Like the humans behind them, opinions are scattered and diverse. They are part of what I like to call our individuality complex; what makes you, you. Like fingerprints, there are no two sets of opinions that exactly match. This can range from your favorite sports team, whether you enjoy a certain type of food, or even your favorite music/bands. People also carry negative opinions, usually biased in one way or another by hearsay, or a bad experi
"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?"
Well, it seems that the generosity of the BZP populace has yet again caught me off guard.
For those who haven't taken notice yet, I am a week away from the beginning of my sixth, I repeat, sixth year at BZP. I'm sure it's something many people have hit, and will continue to hit, but, from my perspective, it seems like quite the milestone. In these six years, many things have happened. Bad times, like Hurricane Katrina, the canceling of Duke Nukem Forever (Fornow) and the recent Haiti earthqu
So, as of tonight, it is official: I am the newest addition to BZPRPG Staff!
And, as well, here's discussion of the new island. We decided we'd throw a little teaser your way.
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
So, since it's been a while, I figure I'd take a break from blogging my lyrics (since nobody bothers critiquing them anyhow :\), and give you guys a little life update.
First off, general life garbage: I moved at the end of the summer. Bigger town, stupid rich kids, but still nothing to do. Lots of gorgeous babes, though. That's a definite upside to Wetaskiwin.
Got a job, as well. Actually, two. First of all, I'm now Chief Survival Instructor of my new Cadet squadron. This job has me in ch
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
I want no one to escape
Gripping tight the sickle-blade
Swing to seal your fate
All is lost
No warning to my approach
On your life I will encroach
As the blood pours from your throat
Release your soul
Don't judge me for what I do
Messiah, I'm saving you
Freedom from your tortured shell
Abandon the rest, earthly ######
Come to meet the hangman's noose
Draws you to the gallows, seduced
Death will find you better use
Come to me
Do not be ashamed at your demise
For in your d
Fresh morning air has a very distinctive taste. Cool, crisp, and sweet. But on this particular morning, that signature aura was disturbed. On this morning, a bitter, slightly burnt smell rode on the wind, the aroma of smoke and fire. Ashes floated in the sky, barely discernible against a charcoal sky.
The Toa slid his tongue along his his teeth, trying to scrape the horrible taste and grey particles off of his teeth. He clutched the hilt of his blade, it's brown leather grip a warm, soothing
A scream. A shrill, blood-curdling cry. His eyes were wide with fear. His heart raced.
The sky had grown a sickening reddish hue. It was full of them now. His feet could barely run fast enough. He wouldn't get away.
Another battle-cry from the winged beast. The Toa turned. Leathery wings. White eyes. Blood-stained talons.
And his last feeling was the searing of claws, dug deep into his chest.
“Upon the first Seal's collapse, winged beasts will come forth from the skies, bring
