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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
    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
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    Beasts Of Old

    By Crimson Jester,

    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
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    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
  7. Crimson Jester
    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
  8. 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?
  15. Crimson Jester

    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.
  16. Crimson Jester
    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!
  17. 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?"
     

  18. 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.
     
  21. Crimson Jester
    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
  22. Crimson Jester

    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
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