Janus

I'm really glad to hear that, especially because I feel that Chapter 1 was a bit of a rough start. Nowhere near as powerful as the later chapters--but I'm glad you enjoyed it! You are correct that in canon storyline only males can be Toa of Earth, but I kind of don't like canon. I think that's silly and so I play with whatever universe I want--as you'll see the more you read. Yeah, I think was like two years ago or something. Surprising that I still never finished this story in all that time. I'm really glad that you you love the characters, though, because to me they're what really make this story. As much as I love the plot that I've got planned for this, and the concepts I throw around--if the characters are poor then nobody's going to care about the plot or concepts. As for heart-tearing--yeah, that's basically where I stopped writing. But I did do a little more writing on one of my bus trips to see you--so maybe I'll do more sometime again and actually finish this. I know exactly where it's going. Thanks for the review <3 -Janus

Chapter Twenty: The GiftWe met in the centre of the city where the siege machines, created by the Matoran under Toa Pouk’s watchful eyes, were being placed. They were large and squat, ugly machines created of rough metal and what I could only assume was the flame of Toa Adena, they stood out as an eyesore in the city of crystalline beauty and only seemed to underscore the peril we all faced. Our companions were gathered around these machines in silence, and before each of them stood a regiment of armed Matoran, ready to take the fight to the black ship. We entered the circle that had been created and greeted everyone there. Then Toa Neith left to speak with Toa Gaaki and I watched as a separate regiment of Matoran formed up in front of me. Each of them bearing a crimson mark brightly on their chest.“People of Kura-Nui!” came the voice of Toa Neith, who now stood atop one of the ugly machines, her pure white form contrasting starkly with the darkened metal that made up its form. To her side was Toa Gaaki, who stood and surveyed the crowd from behind her Kakama.“We stand now at the precipice of war. This is a war that none of us wished for, but it bears down on us nonetheless, relentless and unstoppable. We fight an opponent that seeks to take from us everything that we are as it has taken from our brothers and sisters in arms” at this, Toa Neith pointed at each of us in turn. Myself, Toa Bomonga, Toa Gaaki, and finally Toa Pouks.“But we cannot let it take from us. We are the great city of knowledge, in our repositories reside all the knowledge of the universe—all the knowledge that great spirit has given us. We cannot allow this to be taken from the world—and so we will fight.” She paused a moment, letting her words sink in as she looked around at the assembled crowd.“You know Toa Gaaki, who has warned us of this coming scourge, and who has helped us prepare for this encounter. So I will allow her to speak to you as we make ready for war.” Toa Neith stepped aside, allowing Gaaki to take center stage. Gaaki walked slowly and deliberately, the inner passion that she’d had in Gaho-Nui evident in her every movement. She hadn’t been diminished by the stress of this, instead she had seemingly thrived.“I do not know you.” She began slowly, her voice calm. “I have lived amongst your people but a brief time and while you have been kind to me. I do not know you. I cannot say as I truly understand you in any way as I have understood my own people. I ask you to give me that chance. Fight! Survive! And when the fighting is over and this city yet stands I will come to know you as I have known your brave sisters who guard this city.” At this the assembled Matoran gave a tremendous cheer, thrusting their weapons into the air and allowing the fading light to reflect off their blades.A cheer started in the crowd, soft and subtle at first, it picked up speed and energy and soon the entire group was chanting it “Unity! Duty! Destiny!” I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach, the chant, once a Toa oath that swore us to the great spirit, now seemed like nothing more than a bad joke. I wondered if the Matoran had any idea what destiny was.After the cheering had stopped and the group dispersed, each contingent moved to their own established area to wait for the inevitable enemy. It was here that I found myself approached by Toa Neith and two Matoran bearing a long parcel wrapped in rough cloth, something I could only assume it was a piece of one of the machines. Neith put a hand on my shoulder and held my eyes with her own.“Toa Norik.” She said calmly, a hint of warmth in her voice. “When we last spoke you mentioned that you were using a weapon unfamiliar to you. A weapon bestowed onto you by another of your brothers…while this is honorable, we of Kura-Nui believe that a Toa’s weapon is their soul…it would not do to wield a weapon that you haven’t trained in.” I shot Neith a questioning glance but she continued unhindered.“While we are not your brothers, and your Toa family. I hope that you accept our honors and this gift.” As she finished the Matoran by her side removed the cloth and revealed an elegantly carved spear. The handle was made of a single shaft of polished steel and surrounded by a grip of a gorgeous red wood. The blade itself was forged differently than the blade I’d held before, the head splitting at the top and forming two deadly curves on either side that formed a twinned point at the very tip. And in the center of it was a impression of an elegant flame. The symbol for Tapa-Nui. As I studied the weapon I felt my eyes grow wide and felt a warmth spread throughout my body. “Toa Neith.” I spoke softly “I, Toa Norik of Tapa-Nui accept the gift and honor of Kura-Nui and will proudly bear It into battle. I thank you.” With that I knelt before the two Matoran, thanking each of them in turn before gently gripping the haft of the weapon. It was light and well-weighted, clearly the work of a skilled craftsmatoran and as I felt the weapon in my hands I felt something more, I felt a sense of pride and of hope—if such a weapon had been crafted that meant that even though my city was lost, its craft had not been. I took some form of solace in knowing that even though many would die on this day, their legacy would live on in one form another. Just as the work of Tapa-Nui had been transmuted into the spear I now held. With a smile I turned to Toa Neith“I thank you, sister. You may not have been with me on Tapa-Nui, but you are just as much my family as any of my other companions. I won’t forget this.”Neith simply smiled and gestured to her companions and within moments they had left to join their own contingent on their way to their positions. Then all that was left was to wait for the attack that was soon to come. Review Topic. Where people talk about how awesome DeeVee and Nukaya are!

But those would look ugly. And this is supposed to look cute and adorable and it succeeds. I love Beebo, and I can't get the image of him and his cup of catfood and/or coffee nursing poor Sarge back to health after his nasty fall. Nice job Nuknak! -Janus

Dude, this thing looks great in pictures, but it looks like a bazillion times better in real life. Seriously the proportions, the colours--man everything about this MOC is right on the money. I especially love the head. So now make a Caboose! -Janus

So as everyone already knows I've been playing Mass Effect 2. And while for the most part I really enjoy it. I've been having some problems with the choices. Not just the "click something you think Shepard would say only for her to say something completely different, accidentally earn renegade/paragon points" but more specifically with the whole binary system in the first place. Spoilers to follow. Liek whoa. Mordin's Loyalty Mission Legion's Loyalty Mission Collector Base Again, none of these things were a deal breaker, in fact for the most part I far preferred Mass Effect 2 to Mass Effect 1. However in ME1 I never felt this huge problem with the binary choice system. The problem with the weightier choices of ME2 is that they don't lend themselves to the binary choice structure that's been built up this entire time.

It is kind of like, UP yeah. But I was honestly more affected by Wreck-it Ralph than by UP. Maybe it is because I am a nerd and wuss, I do not know!

YOU AND ME BOTH.

The story is fairly simple, but it keeps you guessing throughout. However the biggest thing this movie has going for it is the strength of the storytelling and the depth of the emotions involved. As for your comparison--honestly I've never seen the Fox and the Hound. I will say that not all the tears in this movie are from sadness. The ending makes me tear up for how heartwarming it is.

Personally didn't cry at all at Toy Story 3. But from what I've heard everyone else and their dog did, so yeah. That level.

If you're one of the few people who hasn't seen Wreck-it Ralph yet--I really can't encourage you enough. I went into it expecting an okay movie filled to the brim with geeky game references that I would enjoy. What I got was one of the few movies that can make me genuinely tear up. Multiple times. This movie has so much heart in it, you guys really need to go watch it.

I freaking adore that movie. -Janus

HOW DO I LIVE WITHOUT YOU? I WANT TO KNOW.

I did, silly people. I did the last one. I wiki'ed the heck out of that answer after my brain went into full lockdown for five solid minutes.

It finally happened to me. I found my Mass Effect Dilemma. Everyone tells me about their Mass Effect Dilemma, where they didn't know what to choose--and while I know I still have a doozy coming up (I spoiled myself years in advance) I found my first one last night. I've been completing loyalty quests for fun, and so far I've done: Miranda, Jacob, Jack, and Tali. I was in the middle of Garrus'--or rather at the end. Spoilers inevitably follow: And I'm going to be honest I didn't know what to do. On the one hand I needed to secure Garrus' loyalty, I can't let my mission against the collectors fail, it's life or death for humanity. On the other hand I don't want that Garrus. I don't want to let a friend become that. Additionally I don't think what he's doing is right--do I risk standing up to him and thus lose him as an asset in the war against the collectors? Or do I allow him to go through with what he wants and have a guilty conscience for what I allowed him to do? Or do I cheat, minimize, go check the wiki, and then answer? (The answer is the last one, by the way)

No. Also people left, people died, and certain people aren't allowed to contact our members directly ever again. -Janus

Lolz, Bohrok. I was about to say that the Bohrok went overboard--but I guess that they did return it to the "before time" -Janus

I'm late! (When am I not?) Happy birthday and you're awesome and cool and you should come hang out with us in CANADA because it's awesome and you're awesome. HUGS. -Janus

Thanks everyone! It was a pretty great birthday, I got a scalemate and cake and some cards and shiny new things. Also all my students rocked for the day. It was pretty great. If you insist I will do these very things. Thanks! BRYAN I ALSO LOVE YOU AND WE SHOULD HANG OUT MORE. Also I feel great now but thanks <3 Hahaha, you're probably the only one who would call me the prince nowadays. Thanks man! WHAT ABOUT KEEP BEING BIRTHDAY PRESENTS AND HAVE AWESOME? ALSO THANK YOU BECAUSE YOU ROCK AND ARE AWESOME ALSO! I don't think I'm ever going to realize how I managed to create this cult around me, but then, I don't really care! Thanks! Lies. All of them lies and slander! Also thank you. It was fairly spectastic. It was a great one, thank you. Also we should meet some time. I always enjoy ruining people's ideas about me HI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Also that was pretty great, and your notes were written so much better than mine! Also as I can tell you (being from the future) those cookies were to die for. Also the cake. Man, we ate a lot of sugar last night <3 ... That sounds like the best idea for a present ever. XDBetter than my gift. I got you Netflix for Kids. Happy birthday, Almond Janus! ^^ I hope it's a good one!I DON'T WANT NETFLIX FOR KIDS. Yes. ALSO OLD MAN BRYAN HA HA. >3Thanks again everyone, it was a blast!-Janus

Negativity invariably attracts negativity, as people become unhappy they reach out to others, which will spur other people to express negativity (if only to get the same attention). The only way to get positive posts is to make them and attract other positive people to yourself. -Janus

Chapter Nineteen: DestinyI stood there with my mouth agog. Not only was she saying that we would manage to beat the black ship—something that seemed completely unlikely, but also that her and almost her entire team were going to fall in the upcoming conflict? How in the name of the great spirit could she possibly know that?“How…” I began, my voice faltering.“I told you, Norik. We’re all pawns of Destiny. And my destiny has always been to be able to see mine—and others. Today is the day I die, this is as the great spirit has decreed.” I felt a warm flood of anger welling up inside of me—how could Toa Neith accept this? Toa Neith who had helped to mobilize this entire city and ready us for war? How could she be so eager to give up? My hands, still resting on her armored shoulders, began to tremble, my anger taking hold. Neith simply smiled passively and reached up to grip one with her own hand.“I know you’re angry, brother. But everything has been exactly as it has been decreed by Destiny. You are bound to yours as much as I am bound to mine.” I said nothing, turning away from her and walking to the edge of the tower to glance at the city below. The preparations were now in full swing, Matoran and Toa walking side by side as they geared up for the coming conflict. I sighed.“Do you ever wonder why Mata-Nui would allow such a thing?” I wondered aloud, asking the sky more than I was asking her.“No.” came her simple response. “Mine is not the place to question the will of Destiny. Simply to accept it.” I heard her footsteps behind me, the smooth click of metal on ice, and then I felt her presence beside me, somehow sorrowful and relaxed at the same time. With trepidation I turned my head and saw her as she stood: Her armored form bathed in the light of the suns—she was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as Toa Jurian before her fall, but hers was a different beauty, the beauty of a proud warrior who has served her time and earned her scars, the beauty of a brother in arms, and the fleeting beauty of a flower before it wilts.“Destiny is like a river.” She said, more to herself than to me “It marches on unimpeded by the stones that may attempt to interfere with it—and should it be stopped by a dam, over time it will wear away until finally it bursts forth.” I nodded my head, my throat dry. She made no attempt to respond, and so we stood in silence.“I’m not scared, Norik.” She whispered suddenly. “It’s almost a relief.” I was unable to stop myself this time, turning to look her in the eyes—which were strangely alight with what almost seemed to be joy.“How?” I blurted out. She stared at me without ever staring at me, and spoke quietly.“Its been like this ever since I became a Toa, brother.” She began “Being able to see the flow of my life, and the lives of others, and seeing, feeling when and where my end would be…in the beginning it was but a vague uneasy feeling, but over time I learned to understand my ability—not a gift, and not a curse, but an ability I had been given. Over time I learned how to determine what would happen and when. I tried to stop it, occasionally. Relenting against what I felt was injustice…I invariably failed. Eventually I learned: What shall be, shall be.” Again I nodded in silence, feeling somewhat like a broken puppet unable to do anything else. I felt like a young Matoran caught in a flood, this torrent of information and emotion nearly overwhelming me—finally I clung on to the first thing that came to mind and without thinking, spit it out.“So you were a Matoran, once?”“Yes.” Was her only answer, her eyes sparkling as she thought about the past.“Then your disguise. The one you used your Mahiki for…?” I sputtered out.“That was me, Norik. I used to lead the Night Stalkers before I was chosen to become a Toa—or rather, before I was aware of my destiny to become one.” I sighed. There was no bitterness in her voice, no sorrow, or even resentment—but the way she spoke of Destiny filled me with a feeling of hollowness. In anger I lashed out.“And were you destined to have this conversation? Was I destined to ask you this?” I felt my frustration rising. Neith laughed.“Norik, you speak of Destiny as though it were a trifle, as though it meticulously plans every event in every life. I spoke before of a river—does a river care what small pebbles you may toss into it? In the grand scheme this conversation doesn’t matter in the least. So to worry about whether or not it was destined to happen is an exercise in futility. It has happened, and that’s all that matters.” For a long time we gazed at each other, and I can only assume her mind whirled with thoughts as mine did—perhaps if I used my Mahiki to disguise myself as her, I could alter her destiny? This and a thousand other thoughts danced through my head, culminating in nothing more than an empty silence. Finally I spoke.“It has been an honor to meet you, sister.” I said, my gaze returning to the city below. It too shone in the ethereal glow of the suns, its walls and towers sparkling brightly.“And you, brother.” She murmured, her eyes fixed on the city as well. “You are a brave warrior, Toa Norik. I thank you for all you’ve done, and all you will do.” She sighed, but there was no sadness in her voice, not even resentment—there was just acceptance. She had seen this coming for some time…perhaps this was almost a relief for her?“I would have liked to have spent more time with you.” She said, turning to face me, her mask curved into a slight smile. I said nothing, my throat closing on me as I thought of the tragedy of it all—knowing that you were to die before that moment was to happen—how could the great spirit do this to one of his people? How could he strike down such a Toa in her prime, and make her know in advance? I shook my head in disgust.“Me as well.” I finally forced out, my throat dry. Neith just smiled at me.“Don’t mourn me, brother. This has always been my path. In a way I welcome it.”I said nothing and she returned her gaze to the city below. We stood together for hours, simply watching the beautiful city as it was transformed from a repository for knowledge into an agent of war. Then, together in silence, we left to join our companions.==============================================================================And this is where I'd put the reviews. IF I HAD ONE. (DINKLEBUUUUUUUUUUURG!)

This is my error, obviously. Every relationship I've ever had has organically grown a friendship, but I wasn't friends with someone simply because I wanted to date them, and when I presented my case I understood if I was rejected and continued to be friends regardless. Also from what I've seen there is no difference between the bitter nice guy and the stalker. They're both Nice Guys who think they're owed a relationship.

As I recall, about five-six years ago someone (maybe Binkmeister?) put their Gold Hau up for auction--I think it netted $850? Might be more might be less. But that gives you a general idea?-Janus

Okay guys and gals, it's time for something that's near and dear to my heart. Especially with all this acceptance stuff goin' on right now. (which I love, trust me) So I'ma just lay all this out here. Please don't be a Nice Guy. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying don't be nice. But a Nice guy is someone who wants to date someone, but is too afraid of asking them out, so they just be friends--all the while secretly wanting said person, and worse yet expecting said person to reciprocate. But worse yet when the person says "no" they don't want to date, a Nice Guy flies into a rage and badmouths their "friend" all the while moaning about how "nice guys finish last" and "girls only want bad boys" I hate to tell you this, ladies and gents, but being someone's friend isn't like a vidya game. You don't "level up" friend points that you can then cash in for a romantic relationship, and thinking that it does work that way is just kind of offensive to the object of your affections. This is why things like the "Friendzone" make blood shoot from my eyesockets. So please don't. Just don't.

Chapter Eighteen: Prelude to warA short time later we walked away from the towers, the plan firmly entrenched in our minds--for each of us had a crucial role to play: Adena's flames would be directed at the ship itself, hopefully damaging it enough that it was unable to flee as it had at Ava-Nui. Neith would be splitting her attention between the ship and the city, using her ice to freeze the waters of Gaaki and Seres, and also as a shielding agent for those of us on the tower. If need be she would also act as a secondary transport to the ship.Pouks would be our artillery, hurling shells of stone at the hull of the ship and with luck, breaching it. The more holes in that ship, the better. Naturally, Iruini and I were to stay back out of the conflict for the most part, striking only when able and waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack the ship from within. It was imperative that he and I learn to operate as a single unit for this mission. Not even a second's delay would be acceptable--especially in the event that the ship warped itself away before the conflict was ended.And that led us to where we now stood—atop a tower slightly shorter than those we’d been on before, this one with a row of crystalline pillars that prevented anyone from tumbling over the edge. Luckily for us.He came at me, his spear raised for a deadly thrust, I weaved to the side and brought my shield up for a backhand—which he quickly paried, sidestepping and leaping agilely overhead. Tracking his movement I hurled my shield at the point where he landed, watching as he just barely managed to duck and roll away, my shield whistling through the air and embedding itself in the cold ice pillars that bordered our battle ground.“Nice Try.” He grunted as he stood, his eyes hard. I opened my mouth to reply, but had to quell my thoughts as he came rushing forward, using his wind powers to give himself an extra burst of speed and power. Pivoting my body to the side I watched as he came hurtling past, his blade mere inches from my mask. I struck with my gauntlets, attempting to unbalance him…and watched as he activated his Kualsi, transporting away. I looked around in vain, desperately searching for my opponent—only to see him leap into being above me, his spear pointed down toward my head; I lunged out of the way, falling into a roll and with a quick jump landed next to where my shield stood, still embedded in the pillar. Iruini watched me carefully, his eyes tracking my movements as he stood from where he had landed, his spear also stuck deeply into the tower. Something passed between us, a momentary flicker of something that went through our eyes, an unspoken challenge and an equally silent answer.He charged, fist raised, and using his wind powers blasted himself high into the air, spiraling into a whirling backfist. I held my ground, raising my arms and letting my fire element flow freely and forming a shield all around me. For a moment Iruini saw nothing but my flames—and then….I saw him look around the seemingly empty rooftop, his eyes full of confusion. I remained stationary, focusing only on the power of my mask. He hesitated, pivoting slowly on one heel, his movements slow and deliberate and his mask etched with suspicion. He was no fool.I felt it before I saw it, a gathering of energy focused on one spot—Iruini. He breathed deeply, letting his power flow through him—and then in one quick moment, allowed it to explode outward with enormous force. I waited and then leapt, my mask power fading and the form of the pillar I had taken vanishing. The wave of air pressure blasted out across the rooftop, and I barely managed to clear it with my jump, igniting my flames that were fanned by Iruini’s wind, I drove my fist downward directly on where he stood and…watched as his Kualsi glowed faintly and he disappeared from sight.He appeared again across the way from me, his body bent and his breathing heavy. I too felt the exertion taking its toll on me, and was all-too-aware of my own laboured breathing. Then a faint clapping filled the air.“Congratulations, you two.” Came the voice of Toa Neith, who leapt from a taller tower and downward into the center of ours.“You’ve done it. Your movements are synced.” She smiled as she spoke, her eyes glowing.Iruini had snapped to attention the moment she had appeared, his hands coming neatly to his sides and his eyes alert and focused on his leader. He stayed silent.“Thank you for such praise, Toa Neith.” I responded slowly. “I apologize that I was not at my best—I am still adapting to this.” I explained, prying my shield from its deep recess in the pillar.Neith’s eyes glowed curiously.“Adapting?” she queried. Iruini’s eyes reflected her own, but he still remained silent.“Yes. My lava spear was shattered in Ava-Nui fighting against those spined beasts.” I said, the memories of the event flashing through my mind. “Luckily for me, my brother Toa Kyr protected me well.” I said reverently, hefting the shield high and watching the light reflecting from its ruined surface.This time it was Neith who said nothing, her cool eyes simply studying me, then with a sharp nod she turned to Iruini.“You’ve done very well, Iruini. To have kept pace with a Toa such as Toa Norik is admirable.”“I think you give him too much credit.” Iruini said shortly, his eyes glowering. I looked away, already feeling uncomfortable.“Oh?” Came Neith’s soft voice, but it cloaked something much sharper. Iruini heard this too and his tone changed rapidly.“That is to say, he has done well battling this menace, but I do not believe his training could match ours.” He said carefully. Neith laughed.“Your respect for your sisters and I, and your pride for the method in which you trained is commendable, Iruini.” She said warmly. “However, do not mistake pride with competence. Toa Norik has fought the odds time and time again, surviving the fall of not one, but five great cities. Each time he has clashed with our enemy and gained more ground than before—were it not for his help in Gaho-Nui it is possible that Toa Gaaki would not have been able to warn us at all! He is a skilled warrior to have been able to accomplish all of this, not to mention keeping you on your toes with an unfamiliar weapon!” her tone turned cold as she continued, and I saw Iruini visibly flinch at her harsh words. In the end he simply stood as he had before.“I apologize, Toa Norik.” Was all he said, then, with a slight glow his Kualsi activated and he had gone.“I too apologize, Toa Norik, for my pupil’s outburst. He is a young Toa, and though a skilled combatant, he lacks discipline.” Neith murmured aloud, turning to face me. I waved a hand at her, dismissing such thoughts.“Please don’t worry, Toa Neith. He has valid points. He is a skilled warrior and a valuable ally—he is but young and headstrong, as we all once were.” I put an arm on one of her armored shoulders and smiled. “Besides, he has reason to be confident in his abilities. He was more of a challenge than I would care to admit” Neith nodded slowly.“He has a strong sense of commitment to his training, and to his sisters and I. He will be a fine Toa one day.” She murmured somewhat sadly, her gaze lowering to the ground.“His duty is commendable. As is his training.” “He has strong unity with his sisters, and he will have strong unity in the future. It is his destiny.” She said in an oddly emotionless tone. Concerned I let go of her shoulder and bent down slightly, looking her in the eyes.“What do you mean by that, Sister?” I questioned, my voice soft. Neith stared hard into my eyes, and I saw a weariness deeper than my own her own, an exhaustion not of the body, but of the spirit.“We talk of the three virtues, brother, as though they are merely a code passed down from the great spirit. As though they are something to clothe ourselves in and to fly from the tallest peak. We speak of them as if they are merely concepts of thought and dreams, rather than reality.” As she spoke I saw her eyes taken on a glassy sheen, as though she was staring past me and into something else entirely.“Perhaps this is so for Unity and Duty, but for Destiny it is not so simple. Destiny is an active and living thing, it flows through all of us and decrees where it is that we will go, how we will live. Each of us is completely unaware of our own preset destiny, living our life in what we feel is our own path—but each of us is simply constrained by the great pattern.” I listened carefully as she spoke, a great rush of words and concepts… but she was dancing around the actual subject, avoiding something. I grabbed her shoulders tightly and somewhat dazedly she looked into my face.“Sister, you’re speaking, but there is no meaning there. What is it that you are trying to say?” I pressed, my eyes firmly locked with her own.“I’m going to die today, Norik.” She said suddenly, her own eyes not moving from mine. “The city will fall, Adena, Seres, Entres, Dameya, and I are all going to die. Only Iruini and your companions will survive—and you’ll succeed.”==============================================================================Say Stuff here, if'n you want to

So Becca and I like to do voices. Stupid voices, the stupidest voices. We also like BIONICLE. Somehow this ended up with us reading BIONICLE comics (The original ones, you whippersnappers!) in said stupid voices--and for some unearthly reason recording it. So if you've lost all will to live, read along with us by using this handy-dandy .PDF version of Comic 1 Then click on this link (Or right click and save as, if you're crazy) and let us destroy your feeble mind.