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Yeah, this may not make sense if you have no idea who Anarg'e is, but it may amuse you anyways.
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[01:01] Lee MZDM: Other thing I'd be interested in is a mildly autistic Harry, thanks to abuse. Or one with multiple personalities...that'd be interesting. "He should be in...all four houses!"
[01:01] Lee MZDM: Ah, it finally loaded! That is amusing. XD
[01:01] Ablogqwer: XD "Harry goes to Griffindor! George goes to Hufflepuff! Abraham Lincoln goes to Slytherin!"
[01:01] Ablogqwer: Indeedy.
[01:01] Lee MZDM: Bwahaha. XD;;
[01:02] Lee MZDM: That class load, I'd like to see.
[01:02] Lee MZDM: Though I suppose they could always use a time-turner...or who knows, maybe they have magical ways of separating out multiple personalities.
[01:02] Lee MZDM: ...Snape would die frothing at the mouth.
[01:02] Ablogqwer: XD Indeed.
[01:03] Lee MZDM: "TOO MUCH POTTER! RAR!" "Good lord! He's lost it!" "Snape's gone berserk!" "Run for it, run for it!"
[01:04] Ablogqwer: Next thing you know he's a thirty-foot boss monster with six heads and fires potions from his nose.
[01:04] Lee MZDM: And greasy hair that strangles people.
[01:05] Ablogqwer: *nod nods*
[01:10] Lee MZDM: Haha. Now, for some reason, I'm imagining Anarg'e getting forced to teach Defense Against Dark Arts. That'd be interesting.
[01:12] Ablogqwer: "Today, class, I am switching all your minds and granting an interesting memory spell onto one person. They will be the only one that will know how to reverse the spell without realizing it, another student will know who this person is, and a third person will be the only one able to order the first to change all of you back."
[01:12] Ablogqwer: "...Oh, and I'm turning you all into frogs."
[01:12] Lee MZDM: "Morse code is NOT allowed. Charades, as long as they amuse me, are."
[01:13] Ablogqwer: XD
[01:14] Lee MZDM: I'm picturing Anarg'e getting in trouble for some reason or another, and getting sentenced to community service...and since the DADA position is supposedly cursed...thanks to bureaucracy, Anarg'e gets to mold young minds.
[01:16] Ablogqwer: Potter: "...Doesn't the DADA die every year? Shouldn't you be dead?" Anarg'e: "Eh? Oh, I built myself a new body decades ago out of idle boredom. I have about sixteen at various locations. And they're all filled with explosives."
[01:17] Lee MZDM: Potter: "...why do they let you TEACH?" Anarg'e: "...community service is a wonderful, wonderful thing." Potter: "...I'm not sure whether or not you're worse than Voldemort..." Anarg'e: "...I'm smarter?"
[01:19] Ablogqwer: Anarg'e: "Voldemort has a sadly small understanding of the world. Also, the Ministry of Magic hasn't figured out how to kill me (without me using all that blackmail I have on them)." Potter: "What was that?" Anarg'e: *alters Potter's memory*
[01:20] Lee MZDM: Potter: "Huh. So you're mostly unkillable? I'm not sure whether I should be condemning you or asking for tutoring."
[01:22] Ablogqwer: Anarg'e: *he shrugs* "Just keep attending the Defense Against Dark Arts classs. It's in the 7th years last class." *Fails to tell Potter he fills up twelve foot tall and twenty feet wide blackboards on all four walls during that day, and the bit of information of how to create more bodies is a footnote of a footnote of a quotation reference*
[01:22] Lee MZDM: *snickers*
[01:25] Ablogqwer: Anarg'e: "Okay, 7th years'. I am aware this is your last day, but, I have forewarned you about the test that can pass or fail you. It is completely open note, and I have gone so far as to write all the information on the blackboards." Student: "Err... uh... none of this is in any of the books we have, and all the quotations are from priceless artifacts or military grade books!" Anarg'e: "I should note that the test consists entirely of 80 short answer questions, along with being timed."
[01:26] Lee MZDM: *snicker*
[01:26] Ablogqwer: Dumbledore: "So... why did the entire class of 7th years' all fail to get their Hogwarts diploma?" Anarg'e: "They did not adequately prepare for life. They failed at it."
[01:27] Lee MZDM: "Okay, class, this is how you make an Inferni. You should never do it, and you definitely should not cast preservation spells to keep their original faces intact, despite the decided psychological edge it gives them, especially if they were originally the corpses of your enemies."
[01:27] Lee MZDM: "Or your enemies' loved ones."
[01:28] Ablogqwer: "Now, this is an interesting Inferni I always loved." *Anarg'e walks a duplicate of himself in*
[01:28] Lee MZDM: Though technically, I think not everyone goes through seventh year in every subject...only people who have decide to take it given their career. Aurors, healers and such."
[01:28] Lee MZDM: Bah, remove quote. >_>
[01:28] Ablogqwer: Ah, right.
[01:28] Lee MZDM: "The ladies also love him for his dashing good looks and something I've termed the 'twin' effect."
[01:29] Lee MZDM: "...are you saying you indulge in dark arts for the explicit purpose of attracting women?" "...maybe?"
[01:30] Ablogqwer: "That, and there are various perks... if you don't screw up horrifically. As would all of you."
[01:30] Lee MZDM: "Except possibly...you, you...and MAYBE you."
[01:31] Ablogqwer: We have got to send these logs to someone. Or put it up somewhere. Maybe the Quotes thread.
[01:31] Lee MZDM: And it should be Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, and Harry Potter. XD
[01:32] Ablogqwer: XD I think it'd be more appropriate to have Ron's brothers be two of them.
[01:32] Ablogqwer: I could totally see that.
[01:32] Lee MZDM: And Malfoy's all, "What? Don't you know who's son I am!"
[01:32] Lee MZDM: "...a git's?"
[01:32] Lee MZDM: That would be awesome. Twin pranking dark lords.
[01:33] Ablogqwer: Malfoy: "Don't you know who I am?!" Anarg'e: "A bunny." Malfoy: *hops about, looks fluffy and adorable* Herimone: "...Uh, you didn't even gesture." Anarg'e: "Bunnies for all."
[01:34] Lee MZDM: Someone should do something where Malfoy becomes an animagus, only to find out his inner animal is a bunny. Or a ferret, though that might be too predictable.
[01:34] Ablogqwer: I know I'd end up being an otther, personally. <_<
[01:35] Lee MZDM: I, honestly, have no idea. I might not be one. If I was...maybe a snake? Though more for the lazy aspects.
[01:35] Lee MZDM: Sidewinder. XD
[01:35] Lee MZDM: For unconventional mental locomotion.
[01:36] Lee MZDM: ...and I need to use that phrase more often.
[01:36] Ablogqwer: XD; It's otter because I recall three seperate times I took a "what is your inner animal"-type test and gotten the same result every time.
[01:36] Ablogqwer: You kinda have to accept it when that happens. |
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Feb. 7th, 2007 @ 03:06 pm
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Um. Okay. Not been around on this a whole lot lately. Figured that, y'know, if anyone cares, I'd say what all's going on my life at the moment.
As you may or may not know, January 31st was my birthday. I'm now twenty-two.
I'm currently taking Intro to Mythology, Typography, Intro to Business, Drawing II, and Career Planning.
Intro to Mythology is pretty fun, and the teacher's nice to talk with about mythology, though she likes for us to watch movies for whatever reason. We watched Whale Rider, which is based off of an old Polynesian myth, and are currently watching Troy. Nothing wrong with movies, but I've been growing steadily less and less interested in them.
Typography is a pain in the ass. We've got lots of little projects thrown in with the big projects, so it keeps me hustling like crazy. Plus I have to do some slide show about some little-known guy, and all I've been able to find out so far is what fonts he did. Argh. And I don't have Illustrator at home to work on these projects. Double argh.
Intro to Business is...dull. That's all I have to say about it.
Drawing II is pretty fun so far. I like projects much more than homework, thank you. Currently, I'm working on a distorted photograph, which is basically printing off a copy of a photo, folding it into a grid, folding a larger but proportionally sized tracing paper into a similar grid, then basing that onto the creation of a warped grid, warping the contents of each square to fit the distorted squares, then transcribing it to a regular piece of paper and turning it into a masterpiece or somesuch. Said photo was supposed to be one of me and at least two other people in it with at least some detail shown to the faces; since I have almost no pictures of myself, much less with other people, me being the antisocial bastard I am...I snitched one of the ACen pictures. Congratulations, Quetzy, Sesah, Xai. You are now featuring in a masterpiece. A masterpiece that involves Quetzy's face being comically squished. XD At any rate, we're getting near the end of that, so we'll see how it looks. Though the teacher says I need to push the contrast more, because apparently my shading is teh suxxorz. Ah, well.
Finally, Career Planning...so far has consisted of taking lots and lots of test thingies. I took the Myers-Briggs thing again. Still INTP. Still scarily accurate, dammit.
Overall, school is...hectic. I hope I manage to pass everything. x_x Also, with my current schedule, I wind up being at school for approximately twelve hours Monday through Wednesday, and about...five or so hours on Thursday and Friday. Which is making me generally lacking in sleep.
Still don't have a job. Which is generally sucky. Though my life would undoubtedly be even more hectic if I did.
My brother is going to be turning eighteen this year. He has expressed a strong interest in leaving the house as soon as he hits eighteen and moving into an apartment with some of his coworkers. Damn, I still think of him as sixteen most of the time. Hard to believe he's almost eighteen...especially with the way he acts. Mein gott. Still, maybe being on his own a bit, away from the parents, will at least get him to stop pinning everything that goes wrong on other people. Or maybe everything will magically get better for him. I'll be the first to admit my parents are hard to get along with.
I will hopefully be turning up at ACen again, like the bad and slightly psychotic penny I am.
In my spare time, I have been...sleeping, reading manga as usual, and, recently, reading fanfiction. Which is, surprisingly, not all crap. Just mostly. But some of it's good stuff, and some of it's hilarious. Crossovers amuse me. Except for the ninety-nine percent that are utter crap. And then there's the stuff that's more or less well-written, but gives me the cold shivers. Literally. Brr.
Been thinking about actually trying my hand at writing some fanfiction, but like all my other writing and most of my drawing, this has been put more or less on hold while I try to grapple, possibly indiscriminately, with my school schedule.
Recently got Pokemon: FireRed and Disgaea 2. Also a PS2, which isn't in the best of working condition, but eh. Can't have everything. The latter two were a birthday present, the latter was...just because my brother had some spare money when we went to shop for some new games now that we have a PS2.
Mentally, eh. I'm feeling worn out and generally like I'm spinning my wheels in the air while stuck on my back. Depressed fairly often, especially when I'm tired, dammit. Which is a lot. I'm honestly not sure what I want to do, or even if there's somewhere I should be trying to go. I probably would enjoy game design, but it's a hard field to break into. Still, I've gotten some encouragement from Kim and Cal...thanks, you two. You've made me feel a lot better about stuff.
Don't really talk to people as much as I used to, so I suppose some loneliness is generally inevitable. Honestly, it annoys me on general principles. I don't want to have to need people, dammit. I don't want to feel shitty just because I haven't got someone to whom I can just have a long cathartic chat with about what's really bugging me in my life. And I definitely get damn tired of going to sleep at night with the general desire that there could be someone next to me to wrap my arms around. It's stupid...but all too human, I guess.
But, yeah, didn't come here to whine and all that. This is just a general update, and I may, perhaps, go into some of the things I've been thinking about in regards to my emotional wossnamery some other time, assuming I can get my act together enough to write a little essay or two on some subjects I've been thinking about.
Until whenever I write something in this thing again.
See you around, all.
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Your results:
You are Dr. Doom
| Dr. Doom |
| 61% |
| Apocalypse |
| 57% |
| Magneto |
| 55% |
| Two-Face |
| 53% |
| Mr. Freeze |
| 51% |
| The Joker |
| 48% |
| Dark Phoenix |
| 48% |
| Riddler |
| 45% |
| Lex Luthor |
| 43% |
| Mystique |
| 41% |
| Poison Ivy |
| 39% |
| Venom |
| 37% |
| Green Goblin |
| 37% |
| Catwoman |
| 29% |
| Juggernaut |
| 29% |
| Kingpin |
| 24% |
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Blessed with smarts and power but burdened by vanity.
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Click here to take the Super Villain Personality Test
Huzzah! :0 Doctor Doom rocks, yo. I mean, lots of supervillains want to rule the world, but Doctor Doom is possibly one of the few that would actually be good at it. Plus, he escaped from Hell after he died. How cool is that? |
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Invictus
by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul. |
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Well, done with my Stress Management final. I'm not worried. I'd have to do reeeeeeeeally horribly to mess up the grade I've got in that class. And the exam itself was pretty easy; a few things I had to guess on, mostly which part of your brain messes around with which part of your body, etc.
Anywho. I was browsing through the first chapter in my text book before the exam, and I thought I'd post some of the info.
First off, the way they define stress is in itself kind of interesting, even if they only say it's a useful definition, as opposed to being a...definitive definition.
"Stress is a demand made upon the adaptive capacities of the mind and body."
If I think about it...it makes a lot of sense. It's not the situation that's stressful...it's the fact that I have to adapt to the situation. That I have to change. Oh, sure, there's physical aspects, too...not getting enough sleep, working too hard, all that strains your body. But then again, I've always preferred to think of myself as a cerebral entity...all evidence to the contrary not withstanding.
Anywho.
Basically, there's supposed to be five dimensions of health - phyiscal health, intellectual health, emotional health, spiritual health, and social health.
Physical health is pretty easy; after all, it's the most obvious variety of health. And most people are aware by now that your physical health can affect and is affected by your mental state...clinical depression being an example of the first, and getting so stressed out you overload your immune system and wind up getting sick being an example of the second.
Intellectual health is a bit more interesting...the book defines it as: "...the ability to think and learn from experience, the ability to assess and question new information, and the openness to new learning." At least, it's interesting to me...the focus is not on the mind itself, but rather, on the ability of the mind to learn...or, in short, the mind as a tool instead of the mind as self. Then again, maybe I just overthink that sort of thing.
Emotional health, of course, deals with...feeeeeeeeeelings. Hmm, Shrek flashback. Anywho, this basically has to do with experiencing emotions, dealing with them, and, worse, actually... *gasp* ...expressing them! ...all of which I suck at.
Spiritual health is the other one I find interesting, just because of the fact that scientists are actually taking a look at the effects of it, rather than dealing with it on a factual level. Regardless of the factuality of it, being spiritual is good for you. The morals and values that guide a person and give meaning, direction, and purpose to life...and, of course, most of us out there should know that you don't have to have religion to be spiritual. A conviction that life is meaningful, that your life is guided by...oh, and I like the way they phrase this: "...a reality greater than yourself". Gotta say, that is a smooth way to evade the god/gods issue.
At any rate, the book also says that a lot of stress today arises from a sense of aimlessness or a lack of purpose, as well as being out of touch with our values and beliefs; being forced to make choices that aren't in line with our core values can be stressful; for example, someone who values family being forced to be away from family. In addition to religion, the book also mentions nature, art, music, and, of all things, volunteer work as ways to help your spiritual health.
Finally...social health. Another thing I suck at. Basically, the ability to express care and concern for others, to interact effectively with others, to develop satisfying interpersonal relationships, and to fulfill social roles...whatever that means. People who have a network of friends, family members, advisors, and other various types of people in their life can deal with stress better.
At the end of all this, they have a little table, which I found interesting to compare to what all's going on in my life. Basically, it's a list of symptoms that can arise from having poor health in one of the areas mentioned beforehand. Maybe you'll find it interesting too.
Phyiscal
Muscle Tension
Headaches
Teeth grinding
Fatigue
Insomnia
Back aches
Stomach problems
Colds
Neck aches
Shoulder pains
Druge use
Intellectual
Forgetfulness
Poor concentration
Low productivity
Negative attitude
Confusion
No new ideas
Lethargy
Broedom
Emotional
Anxiety
Frustration
Nervousness
Worrying
Tension
Mood swings
Easily discouraged
Crying spells
Irritability
Spiritual
Lack of meaning
Lack of purpose
Loneliness
Depression
Low self-esteem
Loss of self-worth
Feeling abandoned
Inability to love
Social
Isolation
Lashing out
Clamming up
Lowered sex drive
Nagging
Less friends
Using people
Of course, like anything in life, take it with a grain of salt. Still...I, at least, found it something to think about.
Dec. 15th, 2006 @ 03:48 am
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Dec. 7th, 2006 @ 09:58 pm
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...oookay?
| You Are 48% Cynical | 
Yes, you are cynical, but more than anything, you're a realist.
You see what's screwed up in the world, but you also take time to remember what's right. |
Mmm. Maybe.
Dec. 6th, 2006 @ 09:11 pm
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I'm not sure whether this is amusing or appalling.
http://www.aftenposten.no/english/local/article1559489.ece
For now, I think I'll go with amusing.
Dec. 6th, 2006 @ 07:46 pm
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Blahblahblahblah.
That's me.
At this rate, you guys are going to think that I'm nothing but a cesspool of angst.
So, Lee will kick his little butt in gear and write.
About something.
Luthornia is a sworn ally of the nobly iron fist of Quetzolvich! Not knobbly, though.
An RP where everyone is a plushy, and must live in a world that is ruled by the power of a vampire teddy bear...or perhaps...unlive, as one of his servants.
And...I have to run. I shall perhaps edit this later, depending on my level of lazy assitude.
[EDITING IS HERE! LONG LIVE KING EDITING!]
I'm randomly tempted to make an undead circus. Here's what I've pondered so far.
-The tent would be a mindless zombie dragon given polymorphic abilities
-The ringmaster would be the ghost of a cyclops who can solidify, as well as being able to grow to great sizes
-A juggler/acrobat would be a skeleton who can add other bones to his skeletal structure, as well as being able to rearrange his skeletal structure to assume many other shapes. Doubles as many of the props
-Stage magician would be a minor mage that wound up transforming himself into a lich by accident, because he didn't know what, exactly, the ritual he was working on did, just that it owuld make him more powerful
-Crew doctor would be an undead necromancer, probably either a vampire or a lich
-One of the acrobats would be some sort of undead anthropomorphic lion who does fancy tricks with rings of fire, possibly self-generated or made by the stage magician
-Lots of crew zombies
-Possibly some sort of geomancer zombie
-Possibly a ghoul who uses void magic
-All the vampires would be of the variety that only need blood every once in awhile
Another RP I've pondered off and on would be an RP with some sort of alien techno menace from outerspace that can infect machinery and various life forms, who get combined with machinery. Would probably be a pseudo horror thing where people would be forced to run for their lives and regroup to plan something out, since any attempt to stand up to it would almost certainly result in them getting infected. Seems like a good menace to try and defeat that would probably bypass a lot of traditional defenses. Cars trying to kill you...infected techno trees...
Recently been considering another character set, who would be named The Archetypes. I'd probably use the Jungian Archetypes, or modifications of them, and they'd be somewhat like gods, except different. Their specialties would be much more limited than the gods, but they might be more powerful than the gods in those specialties; also, they wouldn't have to have worshippers, and most probably wouldn't want them. Probably won't do them, but I might wind up using them...somewhere.
Dooby dooby doo. I'm lazy, so this is all for now. Perhaps more editing shall come.
Dec. 4th, 2006 @ 10:27 pm
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I have internet again! AS some of you may or may not know, my computer got virused more or less into oblivion. I had to order another hard drive, which took an unforunate chunk of money. Nevertheless, it arrived on Thursday, and it got installed today. Huzzah. Hooray. And the other hard drive, where most of the hard to replace stuff was, is fine.
However, I still have to set stuff up. And Hell's Gate came in, so I'm totally obligated to read that. Not that it will take more than a day. I mean, it's only a...damn, it's a little over eight hundred pages. Fortunately, I'm already on 643. And I just got it today, after swooshing through the volumes of Ranma 1/2 that showed up with it.
Damn, I love being me. Even it being me involves being an egotistical ass.
At least, I love being able to read fast. And turn my feet around backwards.
Oh, and to the probably no one who reads this thing, is on KoL, and would actually care...I'm out of Ronin. Which probably means nothing to most of you out there. But I'm still happy. Deal.
Now, if only school can hurry up and finish. I want to go...sleep or something. And set up my brain to pick up on books that haven't been written yet. Somehow.
Sharkbait. Brouhaha.
Nov. 5th, 2006 @ 01:44 am
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From Snow Crash, by Neal Stephenson. The beginning of Chapter 36, to be precise.
"Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances, he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I had moved to a martial-arts monastary in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out be Columbian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.
Hiro used to feel that way, too, but then he ran into Raven. In a way, this is liberating. He no longer has to worry about being the baddest motherfucker in the world. The position is taken. The crowning touch, the one thing that really puts true world-class badmotherfuckerdom totally out of reach, of course, is the hydrogen bomb. If it wasn't for the hydrogen bomb, a man could still aspire. Maybe find Raven's Achilles' heel. Sneak up, get a drop, slip a mickey, pull a fast one. But Raven's nuclear umbrella kind of puts the world title out of reach."
Now that, you see, is sheer, unadulterated, genius. Not so much the sheer writing itself. The way Neal Stephenson writes is not my favorite kind of writing. But this book, you see, is so entirely bad ass, that I can put up with it. Because it has this sort of stuff in it.
Raven, by the way, is an Aleut total badass who is freaking huge, kills people with glass weapons since they have that monomolecular edge, and goes around on a motorcycle that has a sidecar with no one in it, which is because it is occupied by a freaking nuke, set to go off if he ever dies. Also, it is implied that he is quite possibly a mutant. But, somehow, all this is utterly cool and realistic, instead of being corny and cliched.
The main character of this book is named Hiro Protagonist. He had his name changed. And it's not stupid. Or rather, it is, but Neal Stephenson has made this a gimmick of the character, and not his gimmick. Which makes, somehow, the unacceptable totally acceptable.
Plus, of course, you have to love something that's about VR, memes, religion, computer viruses, and being badass.
At least, I do. I'm pretty sure it's written on my genetic code somewhere. Maybe it's written on yours, too. I reccomend finding out for yourself sometime.
Subtle, aren't I?
Peace out, yo.
Oct. 20th, 2006 @ 02:49 am
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From: http://dresdencodak.com/index.htm
God bless surrealism.
Oct. 19th, 2006 @ 09:36 am
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"To swim! To dance! To sail through the air! What a crime is gravity, what a horrible necessity! To think, that we should be forced, against our will, to walk...to run...to laugh merrily through the park...when instead we could fly...and drift...and weep in sorrow, alone in space..."
"...gravity brings men together when they would rather fly apart."
Oct. 18th, 2006 @ 01:30 pm
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Yeah, my computer got fried by some virus called Klone. So now, my computer doesn't really start up anymore. Bummer. Oh well. Dad's taking a look at it, so he'll probably be able to figure it out. Eventually.
Anywho. Moving on.
Hatehatehatehatehate stupid stress relief class assignments.
Most recent one! Write down fifteen things that stress us out about the opposite sex.
...wtf, mate? People stress you out. It's not like there's really anything except romantic tension that really can stress you out specifically about one gender. I usually get along pretty well with both guys and girls, when I can be roused from my natural state of introversion. At least, as long as they don't insist on talking about things that I don't really give a damn about. If you tell me how awesome it is Florida won whatever in whatever sports, I will smile, nod, and then, usually, go back to drawing. Or reading.
Also, there seems to be a high ratio of utter jackasses in my stress relief course. Of course, so is my teacher, but in all honesty, I would probably be a jackass too if everyone just totally IGNORED me and chatted with each other while I went over stuff that was going to be on the final freaking exam, then ask questions about stuff she went over FIVE MINUTES AGO. If that long ago. Actually, I would probably be homicidal. I get the sensation our teacher is on the verge anyways.
Intro to Theatre was pretty fun, too. Man, comedy when it first started out was really...um...wow. XD Though one girl in class seems to be a total jerk. <<
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah. Yus. Been having fun drawing, I can use the scanner again, which means I've been updating. As you probably know, I throw all the pencil junk I actually bother to scan in over here: http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/Luthorne/Pencil%20Drawings/?start=all .
Hoo hum.
I suppose that's all. Folks.
Oct. 12th, 2006 @ 07:54 pm
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Man, this semester is really wearing me out.
Now, anyone remember me bitching about my brother not doing any of his school work? It has now gotten to the point that Mom and Dad are willing to pay me freaking fifty bucks a week if he'll just DO THE DAMNED HOMEWORK.
I have accepted this challenge for the dough. I have attempted to rope my brother into coopoerating; hopefully the possibility of getting his game systems back, plus the extra games that I'd like to get, will be enough of an incentive to avoid watching TV, surfing the web, etc.
Oh, and by the way, I finally have internet again at home. W00t.
Man, Java's really killing me, though. I'm always exhausted when I hit that class.
Hoo hah. Also working on a concept for an RP I'm planning on running. It goes something like this:
Frankenstein’s Monster Melee
Basic Concept:
Congratulations. You are dead. Whether by accident, purpose, old age, a highly competitive game of tiddlywinks, or something else, you have kicked the bucket, and you were all out of phoenix downs, scrolls of resurrection, and you left your ubar pocket cleric in your other suit of armor. Take your pick. Your soul has gone on to whatever fate might hold for it…whether heaven, hell, nirvana, reincarnation, wandering the earth, or oblivion. However, even without life or soul, you’ve left behind one thing to carry on your legacy…your body. At least some of it. Just enough.
People and organizations raid the graveyards for many things and many purposes. However, only one of these purposes directly concerns you. The Frankenstein’s Monster Melee tournament circuits, where the parts of multiple dead beings are stitched together, animated into what is generally considered to be a parody of life, and made to fight for the fame and fortune of their creators. And that’s where you come in. Whether collected via one of the agencies that has grown to fill the need of those who meddle in what, it’s popularly claimed, man was not meant to know, or harvested by these creators themselves, at least your brain was recovered in decent condition. You are now a Frankenstein’s Monster, with a body…mostly…not your own.
For your own survival, at least as much as the concept applies to someone who’s already dead, and perhaps eventually your freedom…you must fight.
The Details:
Though the soul has left, some of the ambient soul-stuff nevertheless remains, infusing the collective dead body parts of a Frankenstein’s Monster with faint echoes of the person who once inhabited them. However, these are not enough to keep a corpse…animate, as it were, at least not usually. As such, through an arcane and highly secret process, the ‘auras’ these body parts have are supercharged via electricity, and blended together into one dysfunctional whole, with the supercharged brain more or less controlling the whole affair…though often the reflexes of individual parts of the body will react without warning for a new Frankenstein’s Monster. This supercharged aura animates the monster, making it stronger and faster than it was in life, as well as preventing and, in some cases, reversing decay…but the charge itself only lasts for a limited time, running out of power after so long. In casual day-to-day operations, the charge may last for as long as a week; in battle, however, the energy gets burned through at such a rate that it typically lasts about an hour…at most.
Since the body parts retain not only the now supercharged musculature and flexibility of the person they once belonged to, assuming they’ve been kept in decent condition, but the reflexes of those body parts, good body parts are in high demand, as well as often being supremely rare. The legs of a master kick boxer or a sprinter, the torso of a circus contortionist, the arms of a professional weightlifter, all of having died in peak condition…? Almost impossible to find, and usually auctioned off to the highest bidder, or, occasionally, offered as a prize in one of the many tournaments.
As for the memories of a monster, in general, it often varies widely from monster to monster, often depending upon the condition of the brain. Some have all of their memories up until their death, some remember some things and are foggy about others, and some remember nothing about their life before awakening as a Frankenstein’s Monster, though they typically have the same attitudes and personality that the individual in life had.
In regards to magic and psionics, if the person who the brain belonged to, ie, you, could use them, so can the monster, albeit not as easily as before, in most cases…but with a terrible downside. Instead of being able to draw from the mana field or use your own natural psychic energies, you draw straight from your own supercharged energies...and it uses up that energy like crazy. Even relatively minor spells and psionics will leave you feeling like you've run a marathon, and if you try anything along the lines of great balls of fire or teleportation, it had better finish the match because you're going to be pretty much wiped out. And forget anything major; you'll just deactivate yourself AND have the spell fizzle to boot. On occasion, with the body parts of powerful creatures or mages, these body parts can have 'spell reflexes' that allows a monster with them attached to use certain spells or spell-like abilities, or possibly just increase the efficacy of your own spells, but it'll still wind up being a total pain in the ass.
In regard to all things clerical or anything else that involves you borrowing your power from a deity...you are now, basically, a soulless abomination; ergo, you can't. In fact, your deity of choice can't even hear your prayers anymore. In short, it totally sucks to be you. But then, you knew that.
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I've obviously got a buttload of stuff to work out in regards to this; the different tournaments, the rules, what I expect from the players...I plan to have the actual battles either in scheduled chats or via AIM, then post the logs. Because fights in a thread between two different players, or even a player and an NPC they can't more or less kill with ease...suck.
That's all for now. Over and out.
Sep. 25th, 2006 @ 09:44 am
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[20:27] Lee MZDM:
[20:12] Lillith James: *Poke, prod, and otherwise annoy.* >3
[20:12] Lee MZDM: :p
[20:13] Lillith James: What's up?
[20:14] Lee MZDM: I'm having my avatar pick on another avatar. :p
[20:14] Lillith James: XD
[20:17] Lee MZDM: But he deserved it~
[20:18] Lee MZDM: Actually, he just made it possible for someone else to kick someone's ass.
[20:18] Lillith James: What's going on? XD
[20:19] Lee MZDM: Know anything about Epifanio, Ashley Young, and Sergeant Kael?
[20:21] Lillith James: Nope.
[20:23] Lee MZDM: Right. Well, basically, Epifanio is a star that became...sort of like a human, except really powerful. :0 Ashley is the daughter he didn't know he had, since them crossbreeding with lowly humans is, like so very rare. :0 Kael is her boyfriend. Epifanio is a jerkass. He engaged in a spectacular demonstration of that last night. Kael was not happy. Epifanio lost his temper, and almost killed Kael. Ashley was stuck. Then along came a spider, who sat down besider, and gave her super saiyan whoopass powers, hooray.
[20:24] Lillith James: XD
[20:24] Lee MZDM: ...approximately what happened. XD
[20:24] Lillith James: Sounds like fun.
[20:25] Lee MZDM: Then she kicked Epifanio's ass good, took her manmeat back home, and all is well.
[20:26] Lillith James: XD
[20:28] RvnCry: XDXDXD
[20:29] Lee MZDM: And that is the summed up version of the tale! Xp
[20:30] RvnCry: that's about the best way anyone could ever put it XD
[20:30] Lee MZDM: I have a knack. A knack for being full of awesome and win. And humble, too.
[20:31] RvnCry: Oh but of course
[20:32] Lee MZDM: Filled to the brim with totally rockin' humility.
[20:32] Lee MZDM: Bitchin' humility.
[20:32] RvnCry: XD
[20:34] Lee MZDM: As a matter of fact, I'm so humble, they gave me an award for it. It was a button. A humble button. But they took it away from me because I wore it.
[20:34] RvnCry: LOL
[20:35] Lee MZDM: My humility is SO much better than everyone else's.
Sep. 18th, 2006 @ 08:39 pm
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My Personality
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Sep. 11th, 2006 @ 03:34 pm
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HI! I'M LEE! AND I'M A F#@$ING ASS!
...I hate myself.
Sep. 6th, 2006 @ 06:55 pm
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To...
To inhale, to wail, to see, to feel, to live...
To crawl, to climb, to stand, to walk, to run...
To strive, to learn, to work, to scream, to burn...
To rage, to scream, to fight, to cry, to break down...
To collapse, to be worn down, to tire, to be dimmed...
To fall down, to moan into the ground...
To struggle until you can no more...
And in the end, to die...
Then perhaps...to fly?
Sep. 1st, 2006 @ 02:58 pm
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