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  2. Crimson Jester

    BZPRPG!!!

    By Crimson Jester,

    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.
  3. Crimson Jester
    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
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    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.
     
    Draw your pistols men, the fight has just begun.
     
    -CJ
  5. Crimson Jester
    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?
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    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.
     
    Thoughts?
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    Grilled Cheese

    By Crimson Jester,

    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.
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    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 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!
  14. Crimson Jester
    "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?"
     

  15. Crimson Jester

    Reboot!

    By Crimson Jester,

    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!"
     
    That is all.
     
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    I Am Metal

    By Crimson Jester,

    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
  21. Crimson Jester
    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 charge of primary survival instruction duties, planning survival exercises, and doing any other survival-related work at the squadron. Essentially, I am amazing at survival.
     
    And, as for the second job, I'm now working at a Canadian chain, similar to RadioShack, called the Source. Basically, I sell TVs, video games, and electronic stuff the odd time that people are actually in the store. Otherwise, I just practice my screaming, listen to metal, and jam on Guitar Hero with my co-workers. For $10.50 an hour, I can't at all complain. And plus, since I work in the mall, there's an Edo Japan within feasible distance.
     
    Otherwise, I've basically been finishing up school, planning out my military career (I'm enlisting next summer), practicing guitar, and working out. All the cool, metal stuff that I normally do.
     
    Oh. And don't forget to go critique my lyrics.
  22. Crimson Jester
    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 them bleed
    Pull the trigger without discretion
    You're the one killing here
     
    As far as sanity goes, you're already dead
    No hope of reform, can't fix what's in your head
    So kill again, and again, and again
    You'll be gone tomorrow
     
    War machine
    Hollow eyes
    A single bullet
    The hero dies
     
    Make sure to leave some feedback, guys!
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    Messiah(bolical)

    By Crimson Jester,

    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 death you will find
    I am the one who's truly kind
    I'll take you home
     
    Don't judge me for what I do
    Messiah, I'm saving you
    Freedom from your tortured shell
    Abandon the rest, earthly ######
     
    All is lost
    Release your soul
    Come to me
    I'll take you home
     
    Come to me
    Release your soul
    All is lost
    You can't go home
  24. Crimson Jester

    Divinations Ii

    By Crimson Jester,

    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 familiarity in his hand. It was the only comfort he could gain in this place of dark skies and cold. As he walked on, his steps unconsciously became more hurried, frantic. He The Toa felt a vying feeling in the pit of his stomach, a curdling sensation of suspicion. Of wariness. Of fear. So the figure ran. He ran, his chest screaming from internal fires, his legs throbbing and aching with the jarring of every footfall. But, he didn't stop. Not until he reached home.
     
    His place of refuge was a run-down apartment, with charred, crumbling walls. He stepped inside the broken door, entering an intensely cluttered living space. Newspaper clippings, books, and loose sheets of paper were stacked on every possible surface, even pinned on the walls in a frenzied sort of collage. The Toa dropped his work bag and belt down on a crowded desk. The Toa groaned as he bent down into a fragile-looking chair, trying to rub the pain from his legs and knees as he sat. His heart rate had begun to slow itself, and the searing pain near his heart had subsided. The Toa extended a hand, and hit the power button on a telepanel, which flickered into life. A news report blared forth.
     
    --religious historian, and curator of the Iharu Museum, Dr. Kur Hekita, was murdered today, in what is now being called by authorities an assassination. Dr. Hekita was making a presentation on recent finding pertaining to the Ancients in Zohara Park, when he was shot twice in the chest. The Sect has announced their responsibility for the killing.
     
    And in related news! Rioting has hit downtown since Dr. Hekita's murder. Angered members of the famed scientific community, the Church of the Ancient, and even ordinary citizens have taken to the streets, causing upwards of two million widgets in property damage, as well as completely demolishing the city's police headquarters. Casualties on both civilian and police sides are recorded to be in the high thirties at--
     
    The Toa flicked the telepanel off. The newscast was burned into his head, searing like a branding iron. He groaned at the clamor of thoughts as he rifled through the chaotic jumble of books thrown upon his desk. His fingers worked like a finely-tuned machine, hitting their marks dead-on; as dead-on as the Sect assassins struck down Dr. Hekita. His thumb suddenly stopped, halting the flurry of books on a specific page. His eyes poured the quote over. Sect. Insurgence. Seal. Arma--. He stopped, taking a step back. His bottom found it's way to the chair. He buried his head in his hands. His shoulders heaved and rocked like a great tidal wave. He sobbed. We're all dead...
     
    “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
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    Divinations Iii

    By Crimson Jester,

    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, bringing with them a reddened horizon, and swift death.”
    -Divinations, Chapter XII, verse XXVI
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