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 experience TBRPing on other forums: what are some things that worked in other TBRPGs that could work in BZPRPG?
I had more questions, but now I'm distracted, so that's all ya get.
Let me know what you all think!
ALSO DON'T READ MY OLD BLOG POSTS OH BOY ARE THEY CRINGE-WORTHY.
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 to the concrete obelisks Seal all blast doors, tumblers engage Demolish Disentigrate Abolish Desecrate Nuclear winds accelerate the march of radiation Galvanized atoms batter the helpless wasteland Irradiated abominations occupy the reborn Empty Dismantle the network Lest hunger for megadeath tip the scales of foolish waste Half-life defined I am ruin I am awakened Klaxons blare Monitors flicker Bearing the coded tongue of forbidden doom The ruthless relic is once more alive My sermon bleeds electronic dissonance Omnipotent architect arrives Prodigious power courses behind thy Iron Curtain The sun wanes, driving back the silhouette of the prophetic menace Exposng the rusting carcass His body is covered in soldered veins Encased in steel-stamped armor Manufactured with surgical precision The sinister program lies inside the human temple The trophy of industrial milestone I am thy infinite emperor Infection of the finite subject Overpopulation gives way to mechanical commandment All will how my name I am thy infinite power bestowed on dead hands Baneful engineering Weaponized by the living I bring for destruction without discretion I am thy infinite I am the end
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 intentions entombed in the screaming streets Korruhn, master of war I am all that your abhor Determined to kill Driven to bleed You will suffer among the weak Beasts of old Corruption Beasts of old Impartial As the bone is torn away You begin to empathize with the back drafts of revolt In sordid silence My work is complete As you march in file The cycle repeats Beasts of old Beasts of war Beasts of old
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, screaming for smoke and terror Nothing you conjure will conquer this day Your impact shadows your intent Deceit; dichotomy You are Weak; struggling Breathe Disease; suffering The seals of the sun will be your grand jury And I, the witness I, the witness Scribe of the punishment, writ with your black, congealed ebb of digression The flow of progression No place for false intention on the ground I stand Clouds of ash will smudge the marble skies Tarnish what footing you have left Prosecutor Pariah Prosecutor Pariah Though I am man, my ideas transcend your narrow plane Accessory of extinction The sun will wane Set forth by the wake Rust will rain Precipitating blades Piercing your bloated flesh Blood will cleanse Blood will cleanse
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 continent's borders can be entirely rewritten. A city can solve it's homelessness problem. A nation can plummet from the highest pedestals of the economic food chain to the hellish, murky depths of the lockers of poverty. In this time frame, eighty-six million people have died, and nearly two hundred million were born.
This all being said, a year and a half is a long time. And in that long time, a lot has changed with your resident Jester, and I'm sure the same can be said for the lot of you. And with that, we can assuredly consider this a fresh start. New forums, new members, new opportunities.
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 miscommunication are the seeds of destruction. Life itself provides us enough mystery; people shouldn't be closing themselves off for whatever reasons.
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 your mouth water, you are strange, and should leave my blog.
And yes, I'm blogging about grilled cheese. But before you look at me weird, remember. You're the one reading this.
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 experience.
That being said, despite what some of you particularly head-strong people like to think, everyone is entitled to their opinion. I don't care how much it infuriates you, but unless it actually has some sort of defaming or demeaning quality to it, it is allowed to be spoken. This, unlike mostly everything else I or you say, is 100%, pure-cut fact. So, suck it up. Because, if you actually listen to your common sense for once in your life, you'll come to realize you have this handy little quality to walk away from a situation, or ignore the opposing party.
Now, that being said, you're probably wondering why I'm bringing this up. I was wandering a certain forum today, and came across an argument between several individuals over hatred for each others opinions. This topic has been debated several times, and often has to have some sort of staff intervention.
My first thought, as I looked at the confrontation was "What's the point? They're just making themselves, and the side they're defending, look stupid and lacking self-control." This brings me to my point.
This website, despite what seems to be popular belief, isn't, and never will be, a forum of debate. I mean, in CoT in particular, there is a specific rule aimed at the dubbed 'versus' topics. The staff see what it does. It breaks two seemingly decent things and people down into a blinded slap-fight of pathetic retorts between a pair of blithering fools. They lock themselves so deeply into the fight, the two parties fail to see how bloody stupid they look. Because really, no matter how 'ignorant' or 'uninformed' your opponent is, you're both completely biased.
So why do it? You get nothing out of it. I mean, internet tough-guys aren't like the real world. Everyone sees through your thinly-veiled threats, and the pompous attitude. Hiding behind a screen gets you nowhere. At the end of the day, everyone walks away from their computer, laughing at another kid who (with much effort, of course) is capable of making himself look easily as dumb over text as he does in real life.
So, for those of you who didn't care to read the rest, because something else in your day is keeping you busy (which, I must congratulate you for), here's the gist of it:
-Arguing about opinions is like fighting with your bare hands over a pile of guns, only to find the cache is filled with bubble-gum wrappers.
-Internet tough-guys aren't that good at appearing tough
-Bickering on the internet literally gets you nowhere
-Everyone is entitled to an opinion
Now, with that being said: please, for the love of BZP, please shut your mouths. If you don't like what somebody else thinks, learn to control yourself. The world is a plethora of varying opinions. You have more important things to worry about. I speak for the majority of the forum when I say your consistent beating of the last few specks of a long-dead horse really are just an inconvenience. You aren't even doing yourself any good.
So, unless you've something contributory to say, put a sock in it!
"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 earthquake. Good times, from the election of Barack Obama, to the release of several of my top albums of all time. Heck, in the time span of six years, I've gone from being a child, to a teen, and now nearly an adult.
Now, before I go any further, I'd like to give my express thanks to Desu, Spink, and EW (twice). Without these three, I wouldn't be typing a blog entry. It was out of Desu's pocket, and the latter two's suggestion, that I be given the wonderful surprise of this PMship. So, if you do happen to comment in this entry, be sure to thank them.
Anyways, enough of that happy, cheer demeanor garbage. Down to business.
Not much to really note here at this point. Since my time of last writing, I've gotten further into the enlistment process. I applied for the Royal Military College of Canada, in order to get paid to go to university, and to become a Canadian Forces Infantry Officer. They've taken quite an interest in me, due to my hockey background (ironic for a Canadian, eh?), and I figure I'll probably be playing for the varsity team.
So yeah, if you want, feel free to ask me some questions about anything. But specifically RMC. I'm insanely ecstatic about it.
Now, before I drag this out, let me exit to the tune of an ever-famous quote from one of my favorite actors of the 20th century:
"NYAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
The rain begins to pour
As the artillery starts to roar
Soothing ringing in my ears
Their screams I need not hear
The water's red with blood
Bodies sinking in the mud
Tombs amidst the dirt
An atonement to the earth
Another falls beside me
My eyes are glazed with death
When from No Man's Land
Comes burning dragon's breath
My lungs begin to sear
My flesh falls from my bones
A vicious reformation
In death I can go home
Committed to the sea of stone
The place where bloodied poppies grow
There is no life, nothing to show
All sacrificed
All glorified
Their crosses in a row
Now take up my burning torch
Breathe life upon my grave
For every place my body's scorched
To show just what I gave
And in the place a man once stood
Carved upon the trenching wood
Scrawled out with a bayonet
And this is what it read:
For life, we fall
From death, we rise
For we, the heroes
We don't die
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