Riisiing Moon

IC--Beast [Final Problem]Beast raised an eyebrow in passive interest at the newcomer. The Matoran had wronged no one other than the madman, and that was in the Toa's head, the same place where Tarakava waltzed with attractive women and insanity roamed wild. "I believe that seat is taken."

IC--Beast [Final Problem]Beast flashed a straight, holding a six and an eight. He'd been beaming since the river--the man was good at poker, but relatively bad at the interpersonal part. He collected the pot lazily. "Ga-Wahi? Done some business up there, but it's been a while since I've been back. Why'd you leave?"

2/5. Seen you around the past couple of days, but don't recognize your name from before my hiatus.Been away since January, and even then I hadn't really been at all active since the reboot--wanna see if anyone still knows my name.

Joined in 06, but I didn't really get much until about 08--like Spawn said about what I said, maturing as Exo-Fat's career matured really affected me, I think. Kiotu and I also worked on a major RPG heavily based on Exo's style for literally a year, and we almost won--we were gonna redo it, but I haven't seen him in forever. That RPG is probably one of my fondest memories of BZP, as is Kiotu. I miss that dude. Old staffies bring back memories too. Kex, Screenguy...age is weird, lemme tell you.Remembering this junk and looking at all the posts is like looking at late 90's movie covers and being like, 'God, were the cameras really that bad?'

Wrong. Actually terribly wrong, I'm religiously fasting for the day. xDTBPM thinks Nickelback needs talent.

Exo-Fat's RPGs, man. That was where it was at...the guy was a freakin' genius. When I was but a wee noob (I think I'd actually been on for like two years, I never really was cured), I gave Abyss a really bad review before I'd even played any RPGs. It was my first and I was pretty much addicted, played everyone of his games until he left. I cried...spiritually.The Member Hurt & Heal series in G&T was a lotta fun, if anyone remembers it...and checking the top 20 posters everyday to see if you'd sufficiently overtaken GD. Maybe that's just me, though. :PThe fads, too. All your base are belong to us sticks out in my memory, and everyone would always scramble to make the topic that'd point it out. Thirty of them would be closed and one would go hot and we'd all get jealous.Man, was I a noob.

IC--Beast [Final Problem]The Steltian smiled genuinely, a rare occurrence these days. His face showed it, too--wrinkles, for the love of the Great Spirit in his absence. He'd noticed them only a week before. "Have it your way, Dorian. This way I'll just follow to your home and take your family hostage, find out the hard way. Where ya from?"

After being off this place for a couple months since about January, the arrival back on kind of drove home the frivolity and honey-badger-don't-give-a-care-ness of post count. I can totally empathize with the desire to hit 10K and onward since I was there for years, but I guess with the growing high school academic and social life I have off BZP (it's not a myth, I swear!), it becomes so much harder to post as much as I can, and that eliminates the drive to. Last year I would've told you to post in every topic everywhere for sure, but not so much anymore.I guess there's a different between goals and aspirations. I'd like to be an OBZPC, but that'll never happen since I don't try hard enough. Goal-wise, I like to use this place as a vehicle for my writing, and having just joined the BZPRPG again I'd like to get involved in a major plot art. It's really amazing how many totally unaffiliated facets BZP has. You can truly do whatever you feel like with like-minded people.

What's wrong with you people? Having a face to associate with you people instead of your avatars would drive me to insanity.

IC--Beast [Final Problem]"Beast. It's longer in the native tongue." He pondered on what to say next for a moment--then it occurred to him, didn't matter what in the slightest. He always forgot that the advantage of having no allegiances is that nothing you say will get you killed by any particular party, especially when you're big enough to put someone's face in a place it didn't belong."So whatcha up to here? Doesn't seem likely someone of your...persuasion would come to appease an addiction. And those clothes couldn't've been cheap in the first place."

IC--Beast [Final Problem]"Sounds like a keeper. She skips the whole buying her junk phase and cuts straight to taking the money. What's your name?"

Sumiki, this entry was written both with the supremely elegant flow of People Magazine and the blazing, researched honesty of Psychology Today. You have reconciled good and evil in a single succinct post, and I'm sure angels are looking down upon your from heaven proud of the glory you have produced for mankind. America has been transformed in but one post. I'm going outside to go advertise it so its beauty can be witnessed by passersby. I am a changed man.

IC--Beast [Final Problem]Beast caught the Toa's look over his own shoulder, followed suit. Quite the...flambuoyant Vortixx. There's two words that didn't click together. He registered the threat, but he wasn't quite in the mood for a bar fight to break out. He felt somewhat bored, but...expectant. Medieval relics and art projects on legs don't end up in the same place unless they're hanging out together, and that couple didn't sound fun.He chuckled. "Do I make it look like I need the help? Your move."

Zar--READ IT Dorek--Haha, I've been trying Did we ever do anything remotely cool or practical?

OOC--Joinin' in on Dorian and Kinika's poker game here.IC--Beast [Final Problem]Beast tapped the table twice and threw his money in. His hand released the dagger at his waist as the Toa of Iron leapt up with his blade. His eyes twinkled madly--Beast's twinkled suspiciously. Tension crackled."Call that too...you alright, sparky?"

Name: BeastGender: MaleSpecies: Steltian [sidorak's species] <----APPROVED BY EMZEE IF YOU WERE GONNA WHINE ABOUT IT D:<Appearance: Your typical Steltian, Beast is an aptly name gargantuan. Despite his enormous crimson frame, he's somewhat unassuming--his shoulders are usually slacked, his arms waving carelessly at his sides. His features are well-defined and muscled, and when he's angry and puffing like a Kane-Ra his body grows stiff and primally active.Weaponry: Beast carries a broadsword fondly named "Boom." He wears it in a sheath slung over his back. Short blades are hung over his belt.Alignment: Chaotic GoodBio: Somewhat of a merecenary, Beast generally sells his services to the highest bidder, but spends much of his own free time engaging in various small-scale feuds across the island, siding with whomever he sees as justified. Viciously proud, he rejoices in challenge and difficulty, constantly seeking means to improve his tactical knowledge and physical prowess. Back on Stelt, he led a small but elite brigade of fellow mercenaries, but after a bloody skirmish they were defeated and he was left for dead. Shamed by the loss and unable to bear the sight of his fallen brethren, he abandoned his homeland for the seas, eventually shipwrecking on Mata-Nui. In an attempt to both restart his life and commemorate his squadron, he resumed activity as a mercenary. Beast, put simply, wants something more with his life, and he feels that one behind the blade will ultimately grant him the job he's seeking as well as honor the memory of his lost comrades.Weakenesses: Beast, in his bloodlust, has a passion for close-hand combat. He constantly places himself in the face of danger lest he miss the action. He is also extremely proud, and the most passive of insults have resulted in scars on his body and the burial of another.Name: KerrGender: MaleSpecies: ToaElement: IceKanohi: Kualsi, Mask of Quick TravelAppearance: Kerr is a pretty skinny guy, lanky and physically unassuming. He wears no armor, adopting instead faded black rags. His skin is a pale blue, but he's painted over it in dull grey to hide his element. He wears tight-fitting gloves, and his eyes are a strangely dazzling black. He's attractive in his subtlety--he moves not with exaggerated might but with poise and grace. To put it briefly, the guy pretty much oozes class.Allignment: Chaotic EvilWeapons: None. Kerr prefers to use literal hand-to-hand combat; he's extremely lithe and agile, and utilizes pressure points.Personality: Born a rabble-rouser, Kerr's mischief-causing tendencies were refined in his training. He enjoys screwing with strangers' heads as much as the next guy, but his actions are far more deliberate and goal-oriented than they were in his childhood. Most of time he exudes that classic youthful exuberance, but when it comes to dealing with women and mercenaries it's suave and business.Bio: Raised in an impoverished village in Ko-Koro, Kerr found that theft and subsequent sale of stolen items made him lots of friends, and he made a bit too much of a habit of it. When he pulled the wrong string, bounty hunters traced the robbery back to his village and murdered his friends. Kerr, then a Matoran, was offered the ultimatum of death or induction into the assassins' league. Choosing the latter, he engaged in years of rigorous training that should've knocked the joker out of him. Quite the opposite occurred--Kerr found that the only way to survive in the league was to stop taking it so seriously, and suddenly the fear is presented did not exist. His rite of passage as an apprentice of the program concluded in his transformation to a Toa--the league had collected, over decades, a small number of Toa Stones scattered throughout the island.The league's base was an effective prison, releasing its prisoners only to carry out the jobs of contractors under superior supervision. On one such mission Kerr found the guts to escape, killing his supervisors and fleeing to Le-Koro, where he considers his home. He currently works as a bounty hunter across Mata-Nui, and has dreams of sailing across the seas and setting up a nice little hut and raising a cute family on some foreign island with nobody he knows.Weaknesses: Kerr's tendency to provoke the unprovoked has gotten him into near-fatal trouble. He fights without weapons, so a tactically trained guy with a sword has already got a major advantage over him.

oh yu gaiz :3 It's funny, because I feel like I have connections with everyone here but I can barely remember what they are. Time's funky.

Oh, God, there's so much I could say about that album. I personally think the Wall's better--listen to all 26 songs all the way through, there's nothing quite like it. Dark Side of the Moon is an explortation of sensation and psychadelica, and the Wall's an exploration of fear, paranoia, and discomfort. Both utterly fascinating in totally different ways. Basically, Roger Waters is a mad genius and David Gilmour's a freakin' crazy epic guitarist.

Crk-crk-crk."Captain!"His stare is one of vengeance, of both fire and frost. The shipmate pauses, hesitates, breathes sharply and forgets to breathe again. The Captain does not recall his name...had he known it to begin with? The face looks familiar, but all these men are faceless. There is the Captain, the Sea, and Them."What's your name, son?" The Captain's voice is hollow. The night shrouds its source, and in the blackness the words are almost tangible--the shipmate's fingers tingle as he feels them dance across his palm."Jer'ya, sir."The Captain smiles. The gesture is somehow haunting beneath his hood, as is every movement of the man. The shipmate stifles a shiver.The air grows ever more frigid."Son, why are we at sea?""Uh...uhm." The words sounded like a test that he was doomed to fail. He would answer obliviously and the Captain would chuckle sarcastically, endowing him with that archaic wisdom he reeked of.The tone, though...the Captain sounded lost, genuinely lost. He honestly didn't know the answer....the shipmate sensed a vulnerability there. The Captain seemed naked, bare, childish. Innocent, even.A tear fell from the shipmate's eye."Because we're looking for something."The Captain laughed, that hollow sense of knowing again. The innocence was a faded dream. "Some greater drive, like love, or fulfillment, perhaps?"The shipmate nodded numbly."Don't be such a dreamer, Jer'ya. We're looking for a thing that killed my brother. There is no fulfillment at sea, boy." The Captain's lips were as dry as his words.The shipmate grimaced in the dark. He'd screwed up again."What'd you come here for?"The shipmate blinked twice. He'd forgotten..."Oh yeah. Another dead...morale's low, sir. The men are barely eating. It's a vicious cycle out here."Thunder cracked. The sound was near.The Captain seemed to move, but the shipmate couldn't tell where in the shadows. And then he wasn't there. The shipmate reeled around. The Captain was pacing vigorously back and forth, back and forth, muttering madly."Ittookanotheritkilledhe'sdeadIwillkillititwilldiemotheryou'llbeproudmotherdon'tworryI'llkillitfatherwillbeproudanddarlingI'llbewithyouandbrotherandohheavensthiswillnotdothisisnotrightthiswillnotdo--""S-sir?"The Captain twitched violently. His eyes were aflame, and he saw the Sea in them...the Sea in its ancient calm, the Sea in its wickedness, the Sea in its unflagging isolation, in its permanence. The Sea in its depth."Let me see the body.""Uhm, sir, we found no body."The Sea in its silence.The Captain said nothing...for a moment he seemed dead but walking. The shipmate waited an eternity for the rain to finally loose upon the world, to shatter this quiet.The Captain said nothing."Captain, the body is missing."Crk-crk-crk.The Captain twitched again, and almost soundlessly his blade was at the ready. The steel flashed as swiftly as a distant light. The Moon? Lightning? No thunder was heard...still this silence reigned supreme."C-Captain? What's wrong...what's...that noise?" Sweat poured in place of the imminent storm. Heat from within and frost upon his lips, he felt dying. The world converged upon the shipmate, but the Captain was at its center.The Captain sprinted lithely--youthfully, even--to the boat's edge, and peered over with an aggression he should've been far too old for. How old was the Captain anyways?Crk-crk-crk.The night's silence tangible in the shadows, shattered only by the moon's ghostly light.That light was...wrong.The roar was supreme. Chaos broke from its chains from within the shipmate, and he felt himself immersed in a pain so ultimate he forgot himself entirely. His skin simply ceased to feel, and the numbness was so deep he slipped into his own mind. He lost himself, and when he found himself he was gazing down at his own corpse.The creature burst forth from the Sea, from the Captain's eyes, in a writhing mass incomprehensible to the mortal. The Captain's shriek of unholy vengeance was silenced by the night, and by the bellow that deafened the world. The Captain wielded his blade madly in a display of the humane foolishness that leads man to both victory and horror, and cast himself into the Sea.Even as the world unfolds, the Rising Moon watches with all-seeing eyes.

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Off to write something in COT now--look for it soon, if you're in for a scare.

I've always interpreted that as the meaning of the quote--I think, therefore I am, but I can't prove anything else. I myself exist, but because the thoughts of others are incorporeal, and because my mind could very well be screwing with the rest of me, I can't prove anything else exists. Taking everything in faith is pretty much the origin of religion. This explanation begs the quesiton of the definition of 'I'--based on Descartes's quote, 'I' can't really be anything more than my mind, right? My arms could be a figment of my imagination. Heck, my brain could be a figment of my imagination. I'm going to boil my brain in a stew now.

So, I'm back. Dunno if anyone remembers me [/vie for social approval], but it's a weird sort of nostalgia, being back on here. Entering the BZPRPG shortly. Anyone think I should get back to writing on here? SS appears to be devoid of horror/thrillers--shall I take the challenge? EDIT: Too late, I did. Check out my new SS, http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=6166<----The Captain and his Beast (Can't figure out how to get the links right. God, it's been too long since I've been on here. ).

So it's my first time back on here since about January, and after noticing that I have two warning signs I read up in the Official Proto Topic. Checked my warning log to see why I have them (still not really sure whether they're good or bad, wasn't totally clear), and found that my profile said there's no log to show. Is my profile screwed up or am I just miserably confused after a hiatus?