Riisiing Moon

Did anyone else notice that the nurses in Pokemon Centers say that they hope to see you again? Doesn't that mean they hope your Pokemon faints again?

Hey guys! So, in lieu of the universe throwing one week of [insert expletive of your preference here] at me academically, there'll be a short break before Worldscape and the like start. In the meantime, I want your guys' opinions on a couple things-- 1. Firstly, Worldscape itself. Is anyone itself actually genuinely interested in it? I've heard some doubts about it, but how many of you would you commit and actually not participate at all, or just have your doubts but subject to the madness anyway Any general suggestions on how you want it to function or play out? Comments or questions in general? Need to hear all this before I go through with it. 2. Yeah, it's true, I'm considering rescuing the WA from the dark depths of RM's chaotic mind. Going to ask you guys to be totally appreciative of how tough an endeavor like that is to run--keeping it not only up and running, but flying off the ground, with constant activity; coming up with a totally new, understandable theme every week, and pretty frequent updates. On the other hand, you of course gotta get how much freakin' fun it is, and the power something like that has over the writing forums and hopefully your writing in general, whether you be beginner or experienced. Zarayna, you can hold back on trying to appreciate the toughness, as you've already expressed on numerous occasions your being mentally incapable of such a task. 3. Who seriously wants to see an awesome RPG? I've got a pretty spectacular idea that a few of you already know, but with the WA and Worldscape going, it'd be a seriously tough task. How badly do you want it in relation to anything else I'd have running at the same time? 4. Haven't written in almost two months, and I'm dying to be back in the game. I'm toying around with an SS about a painter--whose paint is the blood of his victims. He sincerely believes man's only purpose is beauty, and he sees no wrong in the beautification of what makes man himself alive. He doesn't really understand people anyway, so there's no problem. Lotta philosophy, likely. Might even be an epic. Thoughts? That's all for now, tune in next week, and bring your hamsters!

Going to be offline tomorrow, Saturday, and probably most of Sunday--Worldscape and all will be resumed and active when I get back! Don't kill yourselves!

Then you probably don't want to impersonate me! Otherwise, go for it!

w,ria!

Mission accomplished. Anyone want to advertise it in their sigs?

It's been a long while since I've taken a serious undertaking on BZP. You know, a full-fledged, multi-person effort that requires devotion, time, and unprecedented overuse of your creative engines until it explodes. I have a spark of an idea that would merit such a title, and it's called Worldscape. How it actually would function on a day-to-day basis, I have no idea, but it's an idea I've been toying with for a while, and the idea seems particularly tempting. The basic concept is that a team of members, probably three to five, gets together to administrate Worldscape. Both the administration and participants can submit ideas for, as the title suggests, a world--things like setting, geography, history, plot, so on, in an order the administration would establish. The adminmen would filter these ideas and put 'em through processes like editing themselves and putting them through polls. Every single participant would have an extremely significant part in Worldscape, both in terms of daily activity (of which there'd be a lot), and long-term goals and planning. It'd be created in such a way that not a single part of it wouldn't be fun, and it'd a fantastic, hopefully even revolutionary experience for participants of every variety--writers of every kind, artists on and off the computer, visionaries, leaders, followers, procrastinators. The burning question--what happens when it's finished? Easy answer--the administration will put the whole thing together into a massive kick-butt RPG (after all, you guys designed it, how could you not love it?), or a masterpiece of writing, or both, or something else entirely. Thoughts?

Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like? also my name is sumiki and i liek mudkipz also brickeens That is all.

I'm going to wait for a couple of more members to take notice o' this before I pick a team, but you're definitely a candidate! By the way, never bumped, how d'you do it?

Cap--Thanks! Ballom--Ah! The tense of the verb had confused me, as the word had not yet coagulated with my limited vocabulary. Enlighten me, O Purple One, as to the meaning of this archaic formation of letters? (read: duh wut iz be tl:dr)

tl;dr'ed?

Cap--The world would definitely be created as its own project, without any real story in mind (well, maybe the administration team would be thinking about it personally, but it would have no bearing in the actual world's creation). That being said, any characters significant in the world's creation, such as world leaders or revolutionaries, may play some role in a story while it is written. But, no, anything concerning the story will have no effect on the progression of Worldscape. ASL--Get over it.

Yeah, this was a sarcastic commentary on what wasn't really politics at all. MM, definitely glad to hear your opinion, as I do love to talk about this kind of thing and hear other thoughts--sincerely--but Shine said it, and he's da boss. This was a joke, but if it won't lead anywhere good anyway, I shall lockaway.

Prince Conventionality peered out beyond the window of his chamber, his kingdom an infinite expanse of utter satisfaction. Sheer contentment. Children ran through the streets, their mothers beckoning them in uncannily similar mild but quite proper British accents to get away from that weapons dealer before you get any ideas of joining an assassin's brotherhood or fighting armies on your own with your girlfriend, and don't you forget the way our glorious and unrealistically perfect Prince Conventionality carved all this out for you. A bright grin crawled over his features as he noticed the absence of the poor--filthy creatures, they were. A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, the streets had been littered with the accursed beggars, but those rats had moved on to some other fairy tale. Fathers marched through the city with chests puffed out in pride over no particular experience or character, blades glimmering a brilliant silver at their waists. A sort of childhood innocence crept into his eyes. They glimmered knowingly, almost unconsciously, fleeting memories of a childhood of heroism--defeat was, after all, for the real world, and who'd want to write about--er, live in--that? He had avoided sin with totally inhuman grace and ease, he recalled. 'Twas the kingdom that lie upon the endless earth before him that was his eternal, impenetrable symbol of that pristine glory. The skies, as always, were cloudless, a bright, hopeful ocean. The sun smiled almost foolishly. The childish expression faded as the moment passed, as the world was still. A shadow fell, the death shroud of all beneath what had only just been the bright blue sky--now blackness was infinite. Shrieks of the innocent bystanders below became barrages of fear through this newborn night, the sound of drawn steel echoing in what the author is somehow attempting to pull of as some twisted kind of screaming silence. Rotten analogy that as, anyhow. Along that line, yours truly happens to find it particularly ironic that the narrator is stereotypically breaking the fourth wall while in the process of trying to express the common convention. With his infinite foresight gifted to him by his crown, the One True Object of Power in the Whole Freaking World, he threw the name of his forsaken long-lost twin brother into the skies before a deep, bellowing laughter escaped into them from some disembodied force. "Dark Lord Overuse! Face me!" The shadows in the Prince's throne room coalesced into a single figure, striking him down with a single blow from his blade of unfathomable evil. He paused momentarily as the Prince's corpse fell to the ground a hundred feet below to consider his luck that his brother Conventionality had not predicted this through his Crown of Foresight. A wicked smile, the devil's itself, was etched across his face, scarred from the wars he'd never fought in. He approached the shattered glass, but before his lips open and a brilliantly rehearsed speech poured out, he was forced to the ground by the sheer aggression and power of a voice from above. The voice was an angel's, though its bearer was nowhere to be found. "I am Creativity, and you have greatly displeased me! I have incomprehensible desire to simply give your precious kingdom over to the Dark Lord Overuse and let him win for once, but in some ironic twist of that fickle fate that has been done too oft as well. I shall start anew!" And with that, the year 1990 began.

Nowhere in the U.S. constitution does it state explicitly that BZP has any right to prevent my freedom of speech. ...Nowhere in the U.S. Constitution does it state that I will get arrested if I murder your great aunt's second cousin nineteen times removed with a ice cream scooper. So I'm safe on both counts.

Wait, did you just say that what was obscene twenty years ago is completely acceptable modern day?

Thanks! This'll probably happen, I just need popular response. Let's see if anyone else takes interest in this, and maybe we get advertise a bit more before it actually gets going. Little confused as to the difference of writing a story for a world vs. creating a world and then writing a story? Bionicle didn't even cross my mind. It won't be Bionicle unless a vast majority would strongly prefer it, but if that does happen I've got no problem.

All I can do that you listed is curl my tongue and the Vulcan salute--as to the latter, I'm Jewish--and I can also do that funky thing where you curl your tongue into a four (three? Don't have a mirror in front of me)-leaf-clover shape.

Cosmically irrelevant.

Not really, just put on a sort of infinite loop.

Is this is a joke?

In no particular order-- 1. Clocks by Coldplay, off of Legtrightleftrightleft. 2. Round Here by Counting Crows, off of Across a Wire: Live in New York. 3. Two-Step by Dave Matthews, off of Live at Folsom Fields (may be the wrong album, as he does some ten or so live versions, all with some of the greatest intros of all time, but I believe this is the best, if it's the one I'm thinking of. 4. Where the Streets Have No Name, live at Slane Castle, or if you want an album version--slightly different--off of Please. 5. Any live performance of Thunderstruck by AC/DC. Or the album version, for that matter.

I'm a pretty cliche guy, but this is quite possibly the cheesiest thing I've ever said. Shall I expand?

This is getting a bit out of hand, let's leaf this topic alone.

Ah, thanks! Didn't see that until now actually. Hope none of this came off as taking a stance or critical toward anybody-- *Locks and swallows the key*