Post by: Neko Desu on May 25, 2010, 10:34:56 pm
First of all, this comic (http://www.shamusyoung.com/twentysidedtale/?p=612) is genius. If you haven't read it yet, DO SO NOW.
And speaking of Lord of the Rings, I personally think that the film series is better than Star Wars
Seriously, though, LOTR has a better plot and is far more epic. Star Wars only beats LOTR in terms of classicness and its characters; I will admit, I actually like Luke Skyjogger a lot better than Frodo Faggins. But maybe it's because I'm a fantasyfag, but I just prefer the scenery in LOTR so much more than Star Wars. For example some of the settings in Lord of the Rings are absolutely astounding: from the beautiful nature of the Shire, to the cold dread of Moria, to the grandeur of Isengard, and to the darkness of Mordor. Of course Star Wars has some beautiful settings too, especially on the planets, but for the most part it's just space and technologically advanced civilizations. When watching LOTR I feel more immersed into the story, like I'm actually in there; a warrior fighting for his life in an epic battle of good versus evil.
That doesn't mean Star Wars is bad. It's got to be one of the most epic movies of all time. But you know what else LOTR has that Star Wars doesn't? A goddamn epic soundtrack. Star Wars does have a lot of classic tunes (also a lot of classic quotes), but nothing in another movie will ever be able to beat songs like Evenstar (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=im5CIpMFo4Q), The Shire, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cK6KK7NhdQU) The Black Riders, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzsHrBVHqiY) The Grey Havens, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psgypnpM810) as well as this epic medley. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OvmsZ5-gYw&playnext_from=TL&videos=ckAvVL9vZHc)
LOTR is full of great mystery and fantastical monsters which are, in my opinion, greater than those met in Star Wars. We have the Balrog, who is pure badass, also Shelob and many other evil creatures which just scream to you "RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!" when you meet them, while in Star Wars, because of all the spaceships and advanced technology, fantasy creatures just don't appear as powerful or as much of a threat. When comparing movies it's not a matter of how strong the characters in each are; Luke would OBVIOUSLY be able to PWN anyone in LOTR. Rather you have to look at the storyline, the settings, and everything else that makes up a good movie.
Finally, battles. In Star Wars flashy lightsabers and epic one-on-one fights to the death are cool, but they are nothing compared to some of the scenes in LOTR. Take Gandalf's "YOU SHALL NOT PASS" stand against the Balrog, for example. That was one of the most awesome things I have ever seen on a computer screen. EVER. Also let's not forget the Charge of the Rohirrim in Return of the King, or the battle before the Black Gates; even Aragorn's bargain with the King of the Dead was astounding. Once again, I'm being slightly biased here since Star Wars was made around 30 years ago so obviously it wouldn't be as good quality as Lord of the Rings, but it's just the way that LOTR was directed and how its fight scenes were orchestrated that makes me think it's that much more epic than Star Wars.
: Pokota's Fellowship of the Ring rap • show
Next, I'd like to talk about my boring school life. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ)
http://www.themathpage.com/atrig/graphs-trig.htm
Last Thursday I noticed an obvious relationship between math and physics which I find quite interesting. If you plot constant speed on a cartesian plane, the distance traveled will appear a straight line. Simple, right? Put constant acceleration on a cartesian plane, the speed differences will appear a parabola.
So to get a straight line on a plane the function obviously cannot include any exponents; e.g. y = ax + b. To get a parabola the equation must be (ax^2) + (bx) + (c) = 0 or any equation involving x having an exponent of 2. Then to get an anti-symmetrical line x must have an exponent of 3, right?
So...
Speed: y = ax + b (for distance)
Acceleration: (ax^2) + (bx) + (c) = 0 (for speed)
???: An equation of an anti-symmetrical line
So Speed is the first difference...
Acceleration is the second difference...
The third difference would be the differences in non-constant acceleration
The fourth difference would be the differences in the non-constant differences of non-constant acceleration
And so forth. Goddammit. Physics is just as endless as math.
Speaking of physics, I find Einstein's theory of relativity quite interesting. Basically what happened was, when Newton proposed the existence of a force known as gravity, he also said that if the Sun suddenly vanished out of existence, all the planets surrounding it would immediately fall out of orbit. Einstein says "NAY," because he proposed that nothing could travel faster than the speed of light, and even light takes at least 8 minutes to travel from the Sun to Earth. Therefore, Einstein says that it would take 8 minutes for Earth to fall out of orbit since that's how long it takes for light to travel that far. Then he proposed the theory of relativity in which you combine the 3-d field of space and the 1-d field of time together to create a universe of total order, where everything is placed accordingly within this field.
Then Quantum Mechanics totally destroyed Einstein's theory. So, which do you agree with, and why?
Also I'm beginning to investigate into the String Theory. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/String_theory)
On a side note, I have to write a goddamn history essay with the strangest question I have ever seen: "To what extent was the Battle of Britain a David and Goliath struggle?" First of all, my knowledge of the bible is pretty much 0, so I'm already quite confused by what a David and Goliath struggle is. Second, I have to fit this essay under 1000 words, so likely it'll be only 4 paragraphs long. Third, I have no damn clue what's the difference between a citation and a bibliography.
Anyways I've rambled on enough already. Hopefully I've said enough things to make Crap less boring.
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Post by: Tervez on May 26, 2010, 02:54:45 am
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But you know what else LOTR has that Star Wars doesn't? A goddamn epic soundtrack.Implying that Star Wars doesn't have an epic soundtrack
After that I pretty much couldn't keep on reading.
Post by: Neko Desu on May 26, 2010, 12:38:23 pm
Read until this part.QuoteBut you know what else LOTR has that Star Wars doesn't? A goddamn epic soundtrack.Implying that Star Wars doesn't have an epic soundtrack
After that I pretty much couldn't keep on reading.
Care to explain?
I think the Star Wars soundtrack is epic, just not nearly as much as LOTR.
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on May 26, 2010, 12:40:28 pm
Read until this part.QuoteBut you know what else LOTR has that Star Wars doesn't? A goddamn epic soundtrack.Implying that Star Wars doesn't have an epic soundtrack
After that I pretty much couldn't keep on reading.
Care to explain?
I think the Star Wars soundtrack is epic, just not nearly as much as LOTR.
Yeah, because songs from Lord of the Rings are far more epic and iconic than The Star Wars Theme.
I don't even have to name any other star wars song. The Main Theme alone > The Entire LOTR Soundtrack.
Post by: ybbald on May 26, 2010, 12:43:50 pm
It's a lot better IMO, after reading both
Post by: Neko Desu on May 26, 2010, 12:44:45 pm
Read until this part.QuoteBut you know what else LOTR has that Star Wars doesn't? A goddamn epic soundtrack.Implying that Star Wars doesn't have an epic soundtrack
After that I pretty much couldn't keep on reading.
Care to explain?
I think the Star Wars soundtrack is epic, just not nearly as much as LOTR.
Yeah, because songs from Lord of the Rings are far more epic and iconic than The Star Wars Theme.
I don't even have to name any other star wars song. The Main Theme alone > The Entire LOTR Soundtrack.
That's because you're Dr. Insano, and your opinions are totally INSANE and blatantly untrue (AND unimportant).
Seriously, it's just a preference of music, like how I'm obsessed with classical music and FF Osts. Star Wars just sounds classic to me, but LOTR is where the emotion is at. You can't argue music since everyone has different tastes, and this time I don't even have stereotypes to defend myself.
Some guy did something similar to DM of the Rings called Darths and Droids
It's a lot better IMO, after reading both
Link?
Post by: ybbald on May 26, 2010, 12:46:20 pm
they start at episode I and are just reaching the start of episode III
also, at the bottom of each episode is commentary on it which is often funny
Post by: Neko Desu on June 05, 2010, 09:41:53 pm
Anyways, is my essay any good?
Was the Battle of Britain really a David and Goliath Struggle?
The Battle of Britain was not a David and Goliath struggle for a number of different reasons. A David and Goliath struggle can be best characterized as a battle in which a smaller and weaker foe wins against a much more powerful opponent. To a lesser extent, this had been the case in the Battle of Britain because the German air force was far larger in numbers in comparison to Britain’s Royal Air Force. However, the Battle of Britain was to a greater extent not a David and Goliath struggle because Britain’s air force was still powerful enough, due to it having a number of advantages over Germany’s Luftwaffe, to make the battle a fairly even match. Furthermore, the Luftwaffe was not without several of its own flaws that placed the odds against them despite being much stronger than Britain’s RAF . Thus, the Battle of Britain was not a David and Goliath struggle.
The extent of the Battle of Britain being a David and Goliath struggle is due to the fact that Britain’s Royal Air Force was weaker in comparison to Germany’s Luftwaffe. At the start of the battle of Britain, the Luftwaffe had 2500 serviceable planes, and on any normal day, it could send 1600 planes into battle. Britain’s Royal Air Force, on the other hand, had only 1200 planes on the night before the battle – but only 660 of those planes were serviceable. Another one of the RAF’s problems was its lack of experienced pilots. Not only did the Luftwaffe have more planes, but it also had around 10,000 trained pilots, which was far larger in comparison to Britain’s meager 1500 pilots. Thus, it was only in raw strength and power that made the Battle of Britain - to an extent - a David and Goliath struggle.
The Battle of Britain was, to a greater extent, not a David and Goliath struggle because of a number of advantages that the RAF had over the Luftwaffe. First of all, the British Spitfire planes were much faster and more maneuverable than the German fighter aircraft. When Goring (the commander of Germany’s air force) asked what he needed in order to smash the RAF, he was told: “A squadron of Spitfires.” Britain also had radar, which was one of its greatest assets since it warned fighter pilots of incoming warplanes and gave them sufficient time to get airborne and ready for battle. This meant that, although the Luftwaffe could easily overpower the RAF in terms of sheer strength, Britain still had a great number of advantages that rendered its Fighter Command quite formidable in battle. Thus, the Battle of Britain had not been a David and Goliath struggle because Britain’s air force was powerful enough to make the two sides fairly equal.
The Battle of Britain was also to a greater extent not a David and Goliath struggle because many of Germany’s own weaknesses in the war placed the odds against them. One of the Luftwaffe’s flaws was that their fighter aircrafts’ limited fuel only allowed their pilots a short amount of time to fight inland before they needed to go back and refuel. Also, the main reason why the Germans had lost the battle was because they switched tactics at a crucial point in the battle, which resulted in a major blunder since it gave the RAF enough time to marshal up their forces in order to retaliate . This meant that, unlike a typical David and Goliath struggle, it was Germany’s own fault that they lost the battle, not because Britain had superior tactics or strategy. Thus, the Battle of Britain was not a David and Goliath struggle because these errors and vulnerabilities in Germany’s air force made the war an even match.
The Battle of Britain was, to a greater extent, not a David and Goliath struggle. The Luftwaffe’s superiority in number of aircraft and trained pilots was the only extent of the war being between a weaker foe and a much stronger one. However, Britain also had a lot of advantages on its side, such as radar and the very powerful Spitfire plane that made the two forces almost equal in battle. Furthermore, Germany’s weaknesses, such as a constant need to refuel its planes as well as the fact that they lost due to a change in tactics (which proved a major blunder), meant that the odds had been largely placed against them in the war. Thus, the Battle of Britain was, to a greater extent, not a David and Goliath struggle.
Post by: Venser on June 05, 2010, 09:45:15 pm
Additionally, you should probably go into more detail about radar, as that's really the integral reason that your conclusion is correct. As it is now, you mention it in passing halfway through a body paragraph; at the very least it should get its own paragraph.
Post by: Evan20000 on June 05, 2010, 09:48:05 pm
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Post by: Venser on June 06, 2010, 12:27:32 pm
I went with SL, because there was such outrage when he changed it for the first time. DD's never changed his that I can remember, but for some reason SL's seems much more iconic.
Post by: Neko Desu on June 06, 2010, 09:36:47 pm
I left my binder back at the central library today, which has my project. The library's closed tonight so I can't get it, and the project is due tomorrow.
Post by: ybbald on June 07, 2010, 08:22:07 am
do it
Post by: Neko Desu on June 07, 2010, 05:42:31 pm
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Post by: liquidCorgster on June 07, 2010, 05:45:32 pm
Me, I'm a SMT music whore. That series has ALWAYS had good compositions.
Post by: pserafi on June 07, 2010, 07:46:29 pm
Link?(http://www.chronicas.com/SingPing/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/link-nes-sword.jpg)
Post by: Neko Desu on June 08, 2010, 10:22:03 pm
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So I like bread.
Oh, amorphous solid.
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Post by: Neko Desu on June 10, 2010, 08:41:51 pm
During this nap I had a very weird dream. I was visiting my grandparents and the weather was really hot for some reason, then I found myself standing at this swimming pool with a machine that was spraying coke everywhere and surrounding me were giant pot plants. So I found Liquid and before I could sechs him suddenly the scenery became all barren and I was standing atop the grand canyon and there was Barad-Dur in the distance and Sauron was attacking me. Peter Jackson came out of nowhere with a sword and he started owning those Orcs, then a talking horse who said "An epic story" suddenly ran me over and then I woke up.
Lol@whathappenswhenyoudon'tgetenoughsleep.
Anyways I took another math contest and this time I scored like in the top 5 d00dz.
http://img809.imageshack.us/img809/3093/img020r.jpg
Lol, I ink'ed over my name since I'm a fag.
Anyways Palpatine is quite awesome because I never saw the prequel trilogy so I thought he was weak and stuff 'cuz he was older than dirt and I thought Darth Vader was the strongest being in the galaxy. Then when Luke sliced his dad's hand off suddenly Palpatine comes out of nowhere with Force Lightning and I was like "O SHI -" so obviously the Emperor was the strongest guy in the galaxy. His death was pretty climactic, too, what with Darth Vader changing sides and all, but.....he exploded. People can't explode.....can they?
That's one thing about Star Wars that I prefer over LOTR. Lord of the Blings didn't have a climactic final battle; Merry v.s. Angmar, maybe, but the hobbits were too weak and the Ringwraiths were too strong so the hobbit only won since he surprise attack'ed. Also I wanted Sauron to at least show up instead of whoring on his tower all the time, plus there wasn't even an attack on Barad Dur. I really like LOTR slash and I'm a huge fan of Merry and Pippin because hobbits are t3h best, just like Pokota <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
I also saw the movie Jaws. Pretty boring until the end, but....do they really need to show all that blood when the guy's waist got bitten in half?
Only two Matrix movies left to watch...
Post by: Neko Desu on June 13, 2010, 04:50:12 pm
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Post by: Neko Desu on June 13, 2010, 06:04:43 pm
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Post by: Neko Desu on June 21, 2010, 04:49:43 pm
.....'cuz then the episodes would go like this:
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Pegasus: LOL LOOKIT ME I'M OBVIOUSLY A FAG OOOH MILLENIUM EYE I R T3H BEST!
Yami Yugi: STFU cheater. *MIND CRUSH*
Pegasus: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
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Marik: ZOMG I GOT T3H EGYPTIAN GOD RA WHICH HAS LIKE OVER 9000 ABILITIES THEREFORE I R T3H INVINCIBLEZ!
Yami Yugi: *MIND CRUSH*
Marik: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
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Dartz: Lolz I have a card with infinity attack points
Yami Yugi: WTF am I wasting my time with a filler villain *MIND CRUSH*
Dartz: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Yami Yugi: Wait, that made no sense at all.
And if he had mind crushed Bakura, there would've been no season five in the first place. Have you noticed how they never use mind crush again after season 1?
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go watch a better anime series now, like...
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Sin, right?: FFX • show
Thought so. Haven't played it in years.
Incidentally, why is it from FF7 to FFX (haven't played onwards), they made all the main villains bitches/fags?
Sephiroth - How is this guy so popular? He's a white haired emo with a big sword, that's it.: show
Seifer - He ends up not even being the main villain by the end and becomes her bitch instead.: show
Kuja - Seriously, how he was the main villain over Brahne or Garland baffles me. A white haired ponce in a crop top who barely escapes from all situations, wears mascara and rides a silver dragon. Fuck, he just needs to have chapstick in his pocket and the look is complete. Why did they have to put the worst villain in my favorite game in the series?: show
(BTW, be thankful I didn't show his full costume. He wears a thong.)
Seymour - Again, he doesn't even end up being the main villain, but he reminds me of Simon Belmont in Captain N. Tries far to hard to seem like a hunk, and ends up coming across as gay. The pink fingernails don't help.: show
Final fantasy villains don't compare with the faggotry level of Yugioh villains.
: Pegafreak • show
: Marik Bishtar • show
: That guy who looks like Seymour • show
Post by: liquidCorgster on June 21, 2010, 04:55:48 pm
Post by: Neko Desu on June 21, 2010, 04:57:04 pm
You mean Ishtar, right?
Bishtar.
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Post by: liquidCorgster on June 21, 2010, 05:07:17 pm
Post by: Neko Desu on June 22, 2010, 03:22:37 pm
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on June 22, 2010, 03:26:58 pm
Post by: Neko Desu on June 22, 2010, 03:28:00 pm
PaleVoyager's[/URL voice > The4toesjoe's voice.
(http://www.youtube.com/user/PaleVoyager)
Wrong. Palevoyager's is far too manly
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on June 22, 2010, 03:29:36 pm
Manly is far more awesome than oddly sexy.PaleVoyager's[/URL voice > The4toesjoe's voice.
(http://www.youtube.com/user/PaleVoyager)
Wrong. Palevoyager's is far too manly
Post by: Neko Desu on June 22, 2010, 03:31:05 pm
Manly is far more awesome than oddly sexy.PaleVoyager's[/URL voice > The4toesjoe's voice.
(http://www.youtube.com/user/PaleVoyager)
Wrong. Palevoyager's is far too manly
It's all a matter of taste.
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Post by: Neko Desu on June 23, 2010, 11:54:25 pm
http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/7874/littleblue.png
Post by: Neko Desu on June 25, 2010, 12:59:54 am
I just finished playing SOTN today; it's also a great game, not nearly as epic as FFX of course but its ending has a heartwarming, nostalgic feel to it.
Currently learning "The Castle" from FF8 on the piano rite nao
I just finished reading "DM OF THE RINGS" (mentioned in the first post of this topic)
Pokota needs to get on MSN more
IWBTF is pretty boring these days except for Mutations thread
I also finished reading 8-bit Theatre's Epilogue, it was the most epic webcomic ever
Need to find some other way to spend my summer instead of learning analytical geometry
This will be a pretty boring summer
My life sucks
Someone say something interesting
I'm going to bed
Edit: I just got a haircut and it sucks
Post by: Kudo. on June 25, 2010, 01:23:59 am
The ending of FFX never fails to amaze. I'm trying to watch through it without getting goosebumps, but really, I just can't. It's impossible.mindless FFX fanboiNah, I shouldn't say anything seeing how I only went through one Final Fantasy game (VI, time well spent)
I just finished playing SOTN today; it's also a great game, not nearly as epic as FFX of course but its ending has a heartwarming, nostalgic feel to it.again mindless FFX fanboi
Currently learning "The Castle" from FF8 on the piano rite nao
Well, if it's on the piano, and specifically FFVIII, you can't go wrong really.
I just finished reading "DM OF THE RINGS" (mentioned in the first post of this topic)
Erm...okaaaaay..?
Pokota needs to get on MSN more
Good luck with that
IWBTF is pretty boring these days except for Mutations thread
Needs moar Ybbald? *shrugs*
I also finished reading 8-bit Theatre's Epilogue, it was the most epic webcomic ever
...why is it I haven't read this yet? Dammit I knew there was something I was missing
Need to find some other way to spend my summer instead of learning analytical geometry
Search for a job maybe? How far are you in that studying anyway? I took a course on that and all I can remember is that I dislike Hyperbolic Paraboloids.
This will be a pretty boring summer
I know right? Surely there must be something out there to do...granted, I just waste it all on video games when I get free time.
My life sucks
Doesn't everyone's?
Someone say something interesting
I've commented on everything, does that count?
I'm going to bed
Well, I said I commented on everything in the above, so I guess I should continue that trend for this post
Edit: I just got a haircut and it sucks
How so?
Post by: Neko Desu on June 25, 2010, 01:39:00 am
The ending of FFX never fails to amaze. I'm trying to watch through it without getting goosebumps, but really, I just can't. It's impossible.mindless FFX fanboiNah, I shouldn't say anything seeing how I only went through one Final Fantasy game (VI, time well spent)
Yes, I'm an FFX fanboi.Better than an FF7 fanboi
I just finished playing SOTN today; it's also a great game, not nearly as epic as FFX of course but its ending has a heartwarming, nostalgic feel to it.again mindless FFX fanboi
NO U
Currently learning "The Castle" from FF8 on the piano rite nao
Well, if it's on the piano, and specifically FFVIII, you can't go wrong really.
Correct, Nobuo Uematsu is a synonym for God
I just finished reading "DM OF THE RINGS" (mentioned in the first post of this topic)
Erm...okaaaaay..?
It's a really cool storybro, almost as good as 8-bit theatre
Pokota needs to get on MSN more
Good luck with that
I hate it when he gets on and says he's online but doesn't reply
IWBTF is pretty boring these days except for Mutations thread
Needs moar Ybbald? *shrugs*
What we need is moar Pokota
I also finished reading 8-bit Theatre's Epilogue, it was the most epic webcomic ever
...why is it I haven't read this yet? Dammit I knew there was something I was missing
Clevinger's portrayal of white mage is pretty cute
Need to find some other way to spend my summer instead of learning analytical geometry
Search for a job maybe? How far are you in that studying anyway? I took a course on that and all I can remember is that I dislike Hyperbolic Paraboloids.
Miss IYu, I'm only in grade 9. This means I'm still learning easy stuff like solving linear systems and equation of a circle and stuff like that.
This will be a pretty boring summer
I know right? Surely there must be something out there to do...granted, I just waste it all on video games when I get free time.
I have 0 'real' friends
My life sucks
Doesn't everyone's?
Mines suck moar, it needs some Yugioh Abridged
Someone say something interesting
I've commented on everything, does that count?
Nope, you have to spam something that's coated in blubber, like Quina or Ybbparrot
I'm going to bed
Well, I said I commented on everything in the above, so I guess I should continue that trend for this post
Edit: I just got a haircut and it sucks
How so?
I'm a fag so I like long hair
Post by: Cabanarama on June 25, 2010, 09:42:50 am
So I go back into the video store where Elias is now crying over us having no Death Note DVD's. What the fuck is Death Note? He tells me it's like the best Anime out or some shit. So, dollar signs are in my eyes, because this rich Japanese Family moved in down the road (what the hell they're doing in Jersey is beyond me). I figure I can get a shit fucking ton of japanese shit, I can sell it to his super nerd son. God I fucking hate nerds, they creep me out.
Post by: Neko Desu on June 25, 2010, 03:44:38 pm
: Final Fantasy X • show
Post by: Koppis on June 25, 2010, 04:24:10 pm
Cake is available for those who know who it is.
Post by: Evan20000 on June 25, 2010, 05:09:13 pm
Post by: Koppis on June 25, 2010, 05:21:42 pm
Yay for free cake then.
Well, who is it? >_>
Post by: Neko Desu on June 25, 2010, 07:02:36 pm
Post by: liquidCorgster on June 25, 2010, 07:29:35 pm
Post by: Neko Desu on June 25, 2010, 07:33:57 pm
Neither. Yuri Lowell would come out of nowhere and Azure Edge them both to oblivion.
Not if SOTN Alucard has Shield Rod + Alucard Shield effect on him.
Post by: liquidCorgster on June 25, 2010, 07:37:42 pm
Post by: Neko Desu on June 25, 2010, 08:59:35 pm
Post by: Koppis on June 25, 2010, 09:02:42 pm
http://kayin.pyoko.org/iwbtg/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=1890
Post by: liquidCorgster on June 25, 2010, 09:04:07 pm
Post by: Neko Desu on June 25, 2010, 09:07:09 pm
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Post by: liquidCorgster on June 25, 2010, 09:09:25 pm
He also dies in one hit. I'd say that's pretty balanced.
Post by: Lt. Ragnarok on June 25, 2010, 09:10:11 pm
What about :kid: ? He's taken down monsters over nine thousand times his size.
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Post by: Neko Desu on June 25, 2010, 09:14:17 pm
What about :kid: ? He's taken down monsters over nine thousand times his size.: show
Put the pic in spoiler tags, plz.
Post by: Koppis on June 25, 2010, 09:14:34 pm
Post by: dcx666 on June 25, 2010, 09:25:08 pm
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You know my game is loosely based on this picture
Post by: Neko Desu on June 26, 2010, 01:10:05 am
FF1 - FF3: OMG these games are so epic and classic!
FF4 - FF6: These games are obviously the best in the series, it all went downhill since 7!
FF7: OMG I'M A SHAMELESS FANBOY OLOLOLOLOLOL FF7 IS THE BEST GAME EV4R!!!111!!!11!!1
FF8: This game is so much better than FF7, we think 8 is definitely underrated, Square should really remake it.
FF9: This is definitely the best FF game, it's so much better than 7, why does 7 get all the attention!
FF10: On par with FF7 for being the best games ever.
FF12 & 13: HERE IS WHEN THE SERIES GETS GOOD
Post by: Banzai ☼ on June 26, 2010, 01:15:50 am
Post by: Koppis on June 26, 2010, 01:56:58 am
Post by: Evan20000 on June 26, 2010, 02:10:59 am
What other overpowered video game characters are there?Beowulf wielding Vergil from Devil May Cry 3. Hopping on the enemies head until they die.
Post by: Venser on June 26, 2010, 11:28:49 am
Emil's cutscene-only attacks in ToS: DotNW.What other overpowered video game characters are there?Beowulf wielding Vergil from Devil May Cry 3. Hopping on the enemies head until they die.
Post by: Tervez on June 26, 2010, 12:43:38 pm
Gene with both God Hands.Emil's cutscene-only attacks in ToS: DotNW.What other overpowered video game characters are there?Beowulf wielding Vergil from Devil May Cry 3. Hopping on the enemies head until they die.
Post by: liquidCorgster on June 26, 2010, 12:57:25 pm
Post by: Neko Desu on July 01, 2010, 11:33:12 pm
Why is he trolling so much?
Post by: Koppis on July 02, 2010, 03:34:41 am
What's up with Lion lately?
Why is he trolling so much?
I bet it's because he "doesn't fucking give a shit"
Post by: Neko Desu on July 02, 2010, 05:09:42 pm
What's up with Lion lately?
Why is he trolling so much?
I bet it's because he "doesn't fucking give a shit"
But he never trollol'ed this much before.
Post by: Evan20000 on July 02, 2010, 05:11:20 pm
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on July 02, 2010, 06:19:58 pm
See SL, this is why I tricked you into banning him the first time. He's a wrong'un.
Post by: Neko Desu on July 02, 2010, 07:30:42 pm
He's just angry. See, he recieved a phone call saying "YOU HAVE JUST WON ONE BILLION DOLLARS! JUST ANSWER THIS SIMPLE QUESTION! WHAT IS 1 + 1?" And, because it's such a difficult question, he snapped and is venting his frustrations by trolling.
See SL, this is why I tricked you into banning him the first time. He's a wrong'un.
(http://kayin.pyoko.org/iwbtg/forums/index.php?action=dlattach;attach=4188;type=avatar): I luvs the Lion sucks at math jokes.
Post by: Venser on July 02, 2010, 07:54:03 pm
That said, I appreciate the sentiment.
Post by: Neko Desu on July 02, 2010, 11:36:38 pm
: NSFW • show
I've also been doing some research about holocausts in the east. They were not as severe as the Jewish holocaust, but many were far more gruesome because Japanese soldiers are batshit insane. In the Nanjing massacre of 1937 (which some deny ever happened), around 200,000 civilians were machine gunned while 20,000 women were raped.
"Case 14 – On December 16th, seven girls (ages ranged from 16 to 21) were taken away from the Military College. Five returned. Each girl was raped six or seven times daily- reported December 18th."
"Case 19 - One old woman 62 years old went home near Hansimen and Japanese soldiers came at night and wanted to rape her. She said she was too old. So the soldiers rammed a stick up her. But she survived to come back."
....
Holy shit.
Now, time to read about Unit 731 and the Baatan Death march
Post by: Neko Desu on July 03, 2010, 01:09:42 am
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Post by: Koppis on July 03, 2010, 09:10:38 am
Had to resize it a bit though.
Post by: Neko Desu on July 06, 2010, 06:47:22 pm
Post by: Fidel CashFlow on July 06, 2010, 06:53:29 pm
Post by: Koppis on July 06, 2010, 06:56:31 pm
Nope.
Post by: Neko Desu on July 06, 2010, 06:58:20 pm
Post by: Koppis on July 06, 2010, 07:00:50 pm
Post by: Venser on July 06, 2010, 07:32:24 pm
Post by: Neko Desu on July 10, 2010, 01:20:58 am
Post by: Evan20000 on July 10, 2010, 01:28:14 am
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Post by: Neko Desu on July 10, 2010, 01:35:35 am
This means that computer science > all
Post by: Rag on July 10, 2010, 01:36:18 am
THEY HAVE A TWILIGHT MANGA!? (http://www.comicsalliance.com/2010/03/18/twilight-manga-review/)
: OH GOD I NEED A LOBOTOMY • show
Post by: Venser on July 10, 2010, 02:47:30 am
Biology is just applied chemistry; chemistry is just applied physics; physics is just applied math; and math is just applied computations.But since all the premises are only half-true or false, the conclusion doesn't work.
This means that computer science > all
Post by: Neko Desu on July 10, 2010, 02:27:22 pm
: OH GOD I NEED A LOBOTOMY • show
Put some NSFW tags on that. If your boss walked by your computer at work and saw an anteater sticking its tongue down a lolicon's ear, would he approve? No.
Biology is just applied chemistry; chemistry is just applied physics; physics is just applied math; and math is just applied computations.But since all the premises are only half-true or false, the conclusion doesn't work.
This means that computer science > all
Still, computations is the most basic form of logical thinking.
Post by: Venser on July 10, 2010, 03:12:59 pm
Post by: Sibare on July 10, 2010, 03:20:35 pm
: Moar Fin • show
Post by: Neko Desu on July 10, 2010, 04:57:46 pm
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Post by: Koppis on July 10, 2010, 07:01:20 pm
On another subject...LMAO: Moar Fin • show
Post by: Silver on July 11, 2010, 04:38:13 am
DM of the rings is fucking amazing; however, I have not read much of it an pretty much none of the star wars one.
Quantum Mechanics doesn't destroy General Relativity; quantum entanglement does. I have thought about the problem of quantum entanglement for a while. Obviously the particles are connected iun some manner that keeps them close to each other on some plane. My main theory on this is purely a mind exercise. Say you were to observe both entangled particles at the same time. Since neither alignment is specified until you observe them (e.g. Shrodinger's Cat), they both have a 1/2 chance of being half-spin up or half-spin down. That means that there is a 1/4 chance that, logically, they could both be the same spin, if calculated at the same exact time. This is impossible while conserving the law of conservation of momentum. From this I can only assume that the entanglement actually depends on your observation as much as the spin does. When you observe a particle is doesn't make a particle millions of light years away flip. Instead, it becomes entangled with a particle that is much nearer to it, causing no violation of special relativity.
If you want ot talk about string theory sometime, I'm the guy on the forums to talk to. I have studied it a decent amount, understand the concepts, did an I-search on it (Larg research paper), and have written about it many times.
8-bit theater's end saddens me because I know it's finally over.
Stop talking about FF so much! I have hardly played any of the games and I don't have acces to a system that can play them.
I'll be back later on my laptop to respoind to more random crap.
Post by: matlab on July 11, 2010, 04:58:06 am
I lost so fucking hard.On another subject...LMAO: Moar Fin • show
Mostly at the stereotypes.
Post by: Koppis on July 11, 2010, 07:46:48 am
Post by: Neko Desu on July 11, 2010, 10:14:50 pm
I've only been taking this advanced course for two weeks and I've already learned how to do most of the questions in the CEMC computing contests (http://cemc.math.uwaterloo.ca/contests/computing.html) (which I'll be taking this December).
Now, time to create another fangame for teh lulz. (http://kayin.pyoko.org/iwbtg/forums/index.php?topic=7521.0) :D
Post by: ·Arturo· on July 12, 2010, 10:34:55 am
Cast vote because if Ark is votable I vote for him on any poll anyway
Post by: Koppis on July 14, 2010, 05:38:08 am
How am I supposed to unsubscribe from THAT?
Post by: matlab on July 14, 2010, 08:23:07 am
I don't wanna be subscribed to Vixeniita anymore because I don't care at all what she's doing. But then, JUST LOOK AT THIS http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhXyA0PkGLEO_______________________O
How am I supposed to unsubscribe from THAT?
Those are so not real.
Post by: Venser on July 14, 2010, 09:44:22 am
I don't wanna be subscribed to Vixeniita anymore because I don't care at all what she's doing. But then, JUST LOOK AT THIS http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhXyA0PkGLEI watched that video, and then took a look at the video labeled 'Three Days Grace cover'.
How am I supposed to unsubscribe from THAT?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmZV6UeyhTw&feature=channel
I shouldn't have. Her singing is so bad, it's probably ruined my life forever. The guitar is nearly exactly the same as the original song, but the singing is so bad. Here's the actual song, for comparison:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lL2ZwXj1tXM
Post by: Koppis on July 14, 2010, 10:04:51 am
This video contains content from Vevo, who has blocked it in your country on copyright grounds.This video contains content from Vevo, who has blocked it in your country on copyright grounds.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lL2ZwXj1tXM
Post by: Venser on July 14, 2010, 10:08:24 am
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuWR10CPFbQ
Post by: Fidel CashFlow on July 14, 2010, 10:43:16 am
Large breasts, yeah... but they're out of proportion and because of that; her nipples are probably enormous and unattractive. I don't care if I sound shallow and materialistic, she's well aware of her large breasts and she uses that to her advantage. She deserves my criticism! >_________>
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on July 15, 2010, 05:46:33 am
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLhcA4UIyuM
Post by: Neko Desu on July 15, 2010, 10:57:37 am
My first attempt at a techno remix.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLhcA4UIyuM
OLOLOLOL
You have 1 less video than I do on my youtube account
Post by: ·Arturo· on July 15, 2010, 01:25:42 pm
Post by: Neko Desu on July 15, 2010, 02:15:38 pm
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Please put that under spoiler tags.
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on July 15, 2010, 02:35:08 pm
My first attempt at a techno remix.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLhcA4UIyuM
OLOLOLOL
You have 1 less video than I do on my youtube account
Orly?
Post by: Fidel CashFlow on July 15, 2010, 03:15:36 pm
Why? It just makes you have to scroll down for an extra 2 seconds...?: show
Please put that under spoiler tags.
Post by: Neko Desu on July 15, 2010, 03:31:46 pm
Why? It just makes you have to scroll down for an extra 2 seconds...?: show
Please put that under spoiler tags.
I do not want a post to be so huge. It's disruptive
Post by: RemTar on July 20, 2010, 09:44:29 am
Post by: Evan20000 on July 20, 2010, 01:33:21 pm
Look down, back up, where are you? You're on the S.S. Anne, with the ...Pokemon your Pokemon could battle like.
What's in your hand? Back at me. I have it, it's a masterball with two of that Pokemon you love.
Look again, THE POKEMON ARE NOW SHINY!
Anything is possible when you train you pokemon like a man and not a lady.
I'm on a Rapidash.
Post by: liquidCorgster on July 20, 2010, 01:43:05 pm
Hello trainers. Look at your Pokemon, now back to mine, now back at your Pokemon, now back to mine. Sadly, they arn't mine, but if you stopped using lady scented rare candies to level them and switched to training them like a man, they could battle like they're mine.
Look down, back up, where are you? You're on the S.S. Anne, with the ...Pokemon your Pokemon could battle like.
What's in your hand? Back at me. I have it, it's a masterball with two of that Pokemon you love.
Look again, THE POKEMON ARE NOW SHINY!
Anything is possible when you train you pokemon like a man and not a lady.
I'm on a Rapidash.
Look at me. Now look at team mate. Back to me, back to team mate. back to me. Sadly, they aren't me, but if they stopped being tiny baby man and ...
I can't remember it all. >_>
Post by: Evan20000 on July 20, 2010, 02:18:12 pm
Post by: Neko Desu on July 20, 2010, 03:27:47 pm
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on July 21, 2010, 11:09:57 pm
Hello trainers. Look at your Pokemon, now back to mine, now back at your Pokemon, now back to mine. Sadly, they arn't mine, but if you stopped using lady scented rare candies to level them and switched to training them like a man, they could battle like they're mine.The deadpool version of this is awesome.
Look down, back up, where are you? You're on the S.S. Anne, with the ...Pokemon your Pokemon could battle like.
What's in your hand? Back at me. I have it, it's a masterball with two of that Pokemon you love.
Look again, THE POKEMON ARE NOW SHINY!
Anything is possible when you train you pokemon like a man and not a lady.
I'm on a Rapidash.
Post by: Neko Desu on July 21, 2010, 11:55:33 pm
Venser - Frodo
Liquid - Sam
Evan - Merry
Koppis - Pippin
Kayin - Gandalf
SL - Aragorn
Yuping - Legolas
Rag - Gimli
Dsk - Boromir
TOGETHER WE WILL GO SOUTH TO DELIVER THE ONE :fruit: TO MT. GUY TO RID THIS FORUM OF ITS PERIL FOREVER
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Post by: Venser on July 22, 2010, 12:11:28 am
Post by: Neko Desu on July 22, 2010, 12:18:18 am
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Post by: Yule on July 22, 2010, 12:42:08 am
Post by: Koppis on July 22, 2010, 03:34:21 am
The Fellowship of IWBTF
Venser - Frodo
Liquid - Sam
Evan - Merry
Koppis - Pippin
Kayin - Gandalf
SL - Aragorn
Yuping - Legolas
Rag - Gimli
Dsk - Boromir
TOGETHER WE WILL GO SOUTH TO DELIVER THE ONE :fruit: TO MT. GUY TO RID THIS FORUM OF ITS PERIL FOREVER: show
This is the last straw. I don't hate Mark anymore, he included ME in a list like that. That's happened like, never.
Post by: liquidCorgster on July 22, 2010, 09:51:39 am
Also, how will we deliver the delicious fruit? It's evil influence will ... cause us to explode the moment we touch it.
Post by: Neko Desu on July 22, 2010, 10:01:44 am
Fuck yeah, I'm Sam! ^^
This means you get to have gay sex with
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Also, how will we deliver the delicious fruit? It's evil influence will ... cause us to explode the moment we touch it.
Post by: liquidCorgster on July 22, 2010, 10:13:50 am
Post by: Neko Desu on July 22, 2010, 05:42:47 pm
Still trying to shake off those goosebumps right now.
What's also genius about this story is that in just 30 pages, they were able to create characters you cared about and didn't want to see them die (or, in this case, mutilated beyond comprehension).
Post by: Neko Desu on July 23, 2010, 09:58:31 pm
Roran knelt down and slowly dragged his hands through the nearly virgin soil. It'd hadn't been marched upon by the filthy boots of the enemy, it was still fresh and clean. With a gentle hand he lifted up a tiny bit, just between his fingers, watching as it flowed back to the earth where it came from, where it belonged. The remaining crumbs he pressed to his lips, tongue flicking out to tasted it delicately. He savored the taste. Such a fine bouquet of flavor he'd never tasted. It was full of the earth. Everything he could want in one heady taste, sending a slight groaning longing in him. He wanted to plow deep into this soil and reap crops from it. Over and over, this is what he should be doing here, not trampling over it like some sort of beast, but taking care of it. Loving it dearly. Put his full sweat and muscles into it every day, pushing dearly. Until he finally collapsed, empty and ruined til the next morning.
Paolini has a dirt fetish? Sounds like a porn analogy to me.
Post by: Neko Desu on July 25, 2010, 10:08:03 pm
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Post by: Neko Desu on July 26, 2010, 06:41:27 pm
Our first home there was an apartment in a complex called “Bellavista” far from the Naval base. There was a waiting list to move into Base Housing that generally ran for about a year and a half’s wait. Until your time to move, you had to live amongst the locals wherever you could. Bellavista was a beautiful place… we lived on the upper floor of the complex and had a wonderful view of the countryside off our back balcony. At night, one could look up at the night sky and see a thin trail of fiery red lava slowly ebbing from still active Mt. Etna. And in the morning, everything left out in the open was often found to be blanketed ever so slightly in volcanic ash, almost like a light dusting of snow.
But naturally, as perfectly nice as Bellavista was, it wasn’t meant for us for long. The lnadlord’s daughter was pregnant, engaged… and homeless. Guess who got the boot? So we moved, with the landlord’s assistance, into another home. Motta S. Anastasia, a little cobblestone-streeted town near Catania, and much closer to the Navy base. The day we drove up to the new place, I felt ill. Of course, nothing was thought of this at the time, but I’d swear in retrospect I was being told something. The place was a 3 story house with an apartment on each floor. I really don’t remember the neighbors, but both were similarly Navy families. And I can imagine I pissed them off a lot with the screaming.
Dad unlocked the door and proceeded into the small entryway. The cobblestone street gave way to a marbled floor entrance and a matching set of marble stairs up to the second floor, which was our new home. The place was stunningly beautiful. Marble floors… glass french doors into the living room area… balconies attached to nearly every room, save the one that was to be mine. Claw foot bathtub…bidet… all the modern conveniences expected of a home in Europe.
I walked into the room that was going to be mine. Small, simple, square and quite cold. To the left, at the end of the wall was a door covered with a “persiana.” Basically, a form of window blinds made from heavy horizontal flaps that was operated via a cloth strap attached to the wall. I pulled it up to see that the door was mostly glass and beyond it was a very small “room” lined with brick along the floor and walls. I opened the door and stepped into the room and looked up to discover the room extended all the way up through the third floor and up to a hole in the roof. There was no covering on the hole either… it went straight into open air. The shaft allowed a fair amount of light to shine into the only room in the house without a window in it, which I thought was pretty damn cool initially.
The chill seemed to come from the room, despite the glaring sun nearly directly overhead. It was then I heard the first whispers. Like… if you were to take a wire brush and softly rub the stiff bristles against your jeans. At the time, I attributed it to echoes off the brick… but I couldn’t help but feel weird about it. It wasn’t coming from any discernable direction or source… but it surrounded me like a blanket, as if sound could be tangible and touchable. It pressed in gently on my ears like pressure on an aircraft ascending or descending. I turned to leave and I noticed a glinting drain in the middle of the floor. It was obviously for rainwater to drain away but my nausea increased when I saw it. My stomach gnawed at itself as I ran out of there and I swear I saw the drain cover jiggle a bit on my way out. I lowered the persiana quickly and rejoined the family in the living room, shaking and sick as a dog.
Now granted… a little brick room was far from the norm for paranormal ghosty stuff. But try telling that to whatever was in there. Christ. For weeks and weeks, I’d get up the nerve to open the persiana in broad daylight and risk a peek… only to stumble back from the door sick as all hell to my stomach and trembling. I tried telling my parents of course… but an 11 year old’s ramblings about a scary brick room generally get chalked up to too many “Freddy” and “Jason” movies. The whisperings rarely stopped at night. They were persistent from the time I laid down until I finally forced myself into slumber. Often, I’d wake up in the middle of the night to silence, and then the whisperings would start up again, as if it was waiting to make sure I was awake.
There was never any real words to the whispering… just a hollow “ksssh sshhhaww hissssshhhhh haaahhh ooooshhhh aaashhhhh” that seemed to repeat, but never in the same cadence. There was no emotion behind it either that I can remember. It wasn’t angry, it wasn’t sad nor happy. Just there. Always fucking there.
One night, after about 2 months of this, I was awoken by a particularly horrifying dream. I seemed to start having those dreams after we moved in… I had never had constant nightmares prior. But I awoke from the dream with the feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong. Immediately my eyes darted to the door… and saw that the persiana was up. Now, European goons with experience, back me up… Persianas are about the noisiest damn things to have in a house. They’re generally metal slats hooked in with metal hooks that grind and squeak loudly in protest as they’re pulled open. There was no way in hell that the persiana, which was always closed, could have been opened without waking up everyone in the house. But sure enough, it was open about 3/4 of the way up the damned door. A bit of moonlight reflected off the bricks in the shaft and into my room with a dull bluish tone. I lay there for hours, paralyzed in my bed, but unable to look away from the door, lest there be something there when I looked back. Eventually, I just conked out…
The next morning crept up finally and I was freed from my paralysis. I ran to the door amidst a wave of nausea and pulled the persiana shut as fast as I could. There was a light dusting of volcanic ash on the brick floor and I’d swear I could make out footprints or scuffing in it. Mom, still asleep at the time, yelled at me from across the hall after hearing the noise, but I couldn’t care less.
Over the course of the next 3 months, it was the same routine. The whisperings never faltered. The persiana would be found at least 2 to 3 times a week opened, and the blackness of the room would stare out at me in my bed. Then one night, it was different. I still have nightmares of this incident and it makes me cringe and want to curl up in a ball still whenever I conjure it up. I had awoken again in the midst of a terrible nightmare. And sure enough, the persiana was up, but this time it was all the way up. The moonlight was barely filtering in that night, but I’d swear I could make out something there in the room. It felt like I was at just the right angle for me to see whatever it was, and if I were to move the slightest bit, I’d lose sight of it. It was a small sphere that shimmered like a soap bubble does. But it was so faint I could barely make it out. I watched as it hovered there for the longest time. It began to shrink like some TVs used to do when you turned them off… shrink into a tiny dot of light.
But before it winked out, it flashed and expanded. It did so at an alarmingly fast rate and solidified into the form of a woman. She looked to be in her early to mid thirties, dark curly hair… definitely a local Sicilian. When she became “whole” and a solid image, she began shrieking and pounding on the glass doors with both fists. Her head swiveled wrong on her neck, shaking back and forth like if you put a teakettle on a stick and shook the stick around. Her eyes were completely black and full of anger and hatred… The skin around her mouth flapped loosely, giving me glimpses of her teeth and tongue and her hair was tossing around violently. Some sort of liquid oozed in small spurts from the corners of her mouth and flecks of whatever it was flew as she shrieked. Her screaming was horrific and nonsensical, and all I could do was scream back. My dad charged into the room to my bed, thinking I was having a nightmare. She shrank back from the door and… ugh. She slithered down the drain somehow. She twisted and distorted and I’d swear I could hear her bones splintering and cracking as she wound herself down into it. It was awful and to this day, dad says he’s never heard anyone scream so inhumanly before. I often ask him jokingly if he meant from me or her.
Post by: Neko Desu on July 28, 2010, 06:48:26 pm
Anyways, today I fell asleep.....while typing in the Mutations thread, I believe. Right on my desktop. So when my parents came home and called me down to dinner, I felt like crap again since I just woke up from a too-short nap. Downstairs, my parents immediately notice a problem with my eyes because I've been rubbing them like crazy. I look in the mirror and HOLY SHAT, my eyes are so red I look like a demon!
......I think I'll sleep properly tonight.
Post by: Venser on July 29, 2010, 01:51:03 am
Post by: Neko Desu on July 30, 2010, 04:14:30 pm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx4pN-aiofw
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Post by: Neko Desu on July 31, 2010, 08:39:51 pm
Post by: liquidCorgster on July 31, 2010, 10:44:45 pm
Post by: Neko Desu on August 06, 2010, 03:14:55 pm
Have you realized what day it is?
The concept you believe to be real, what you might call ‘time’, exists in a circuit, with mornings and nights, days and weeks, months and years repeating themselves, stuck on loop within an infinite cycle. The reason for this is that time is nothing more than a border, serving to shield their decrepit, malformed dimension from ours.
The good are those who have built this wall.
The bad are those who are being kept out.
Once every so often during this continuum, there is a scheduled lapse; a small space existent within this ring of time, an anomaly which would not exist if time were, in fact, a straight line.
Those who idle upon the other side are your Doppelgangers, your alternate selves, wearing your clothes, working your jobs, speaking your words, yet they suffer more than you do. They are the epitome of the wrongs you have committed, the proof of your corruption, the spiritual manifestation of your immorality. Lest you turn into demons yourselves, time itself allows your karmic state to affect their spirits instead of your own, forcing them to watch you from behind a one-way mirror to assume the blame for all you as humans have done wrong.
The eleventh day of the eleventh month is when this mirror becomes a window, and they are given a chance to trade places.
There are various recorded accounts on what encountering a Dæmon is like. Some say a Dæmon’s skin is stretched taut against the alien skeleton reliefed through its blackened flesh, the latter rotting in ragged patches and open wounds carrying the metallic stink of diseased blood and aging corpses. Others claim if you dare to look directly into their eyes, you fall victim to their mercy within the split-second their soulless gaze meets your own, making you bear witness to every inhumanity ever committed by humankind, every pain they themselves have ever had to endure in your place.
For most Dæmons, this retribution is enough. Your screams are its blatant satisfaction, your terror is its ultimate joy. It is a sport for them, you see; they erase your memory of the encounter and anticipate repeating the experience next time around, wishing for you to perform evil, waiting for you to sin, corrupting them further and making their next retaliation that much more sweeter.
For other Dæmons, though, they decide they want more.
They say the Dæmon grins once he has you completely. Once your spirit is within its grasp, the spiritual exchange is complete; it bears its misshapen teeth with its lopsided smile, whereas it becomes the original and you are forced to become its shadow. It will begin clawing through your sanity as the days pass, ripping away the final vestiges of your reality until you assume the position of the spirit behind the wall.
The only way for a human to redeem themselves is for them to become the Dæmon and patiently endure twelve months of their normal spiritual insanity, waiting for their chance to reclaim the original body waiting for them beyond the borders of time.
To escape such fate, some of those who have recounted the tale ended their lives shortly after they’d done so. Most have passed from insomnia, as they say staying awake is the only way to escape the recurring, unearthly nightmares plaguing their dreams and making their breaths fall short. Some have died violently in a painless, illusioned haze, found during attempts to carve their still-beating heart from their chest before their Dæmon could stake claim to it. A few have been found with knives sticking out from either side of their head; the blades would be jammed into their ears from tip to handle, the self-inflicted stabbing reported efforts ‘to make the screaming go away’.
Whatever the method of death, when the victim’s mutilated carcasses are recovered from the scene, there is one thing they always share in common.
They’re found with a smile on their faces.
The ‘recorded accounts’–journal entries, Psychologist’s notes, video diaries–are located and burned almost immediately after the incidents occur, as superstitious individuals fear the curse will carry on to whosoever is unfortunate enough to read the story next, tagging them as a vulnerable target for the next Dæmonic anomaly.
How much pain have you experienced in your life, human?
Find out which side of time you reside.
Look into a mirror and pray your refection isn’t smiling at you.
Post by: Stinkycheeseone890 on August 06, 2010, 03:17:22 pm
Which will you guys hate more: The Fred movie, or the Bieber movie?That's a really tough one. I hate them both... HMMMM....
Post by: matlab on August 06, 2010, 03:19:32 pm
(http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm280/trepmaws/Morshu.jpg)Which will you guys hate more: The Fred movie, or the Bieber movie?MMMM....
Post by: Evan20000 on August 06, 2010, 05:37:22 pm
Post by: ybbald on August 06, 2010, 06:41:35 pm
Ybbald trolls a 100!
Post by: liquidCorgster on August 06, 2010, 07:11:37 pm
...Niggers!
Post by: Venser on August 06, 2010, 07:15:25 pm
Post by: liquidCorgster on August 06, 2010, 07:19:39 pm
Post by: Neko Desu on August 06, 2010, 08:55:20 pm
You walk down the small dirt path, looking forward into the nothingness that awaits you at the end of the path. The fruit becomes more luscious with each step you take. You sniff the air, taking note of the lovely smells as they seem to call out to you. Although it is beckoning you to come forward and
sample some of this beautiful harvest, you feel as though you should know better than to take anything from these trees and decide against it.
You consider turning back, and as you walk towards the end of the path, the fruit starts to return to its previously pleasant shape, color and smell. It’s as though no time has passed from when you were at the beginning of the path and this point, which puzzles you for some reason. As you continue walking down, you notice that your hands are turning into shrinking husks and that it’s getting harder to breathe through your nose. You decide to return to the start, where you “entered”, and your hands start returning to normal.
The fruit starts shriveling up as you walk past each tree. Each apple turning from their once beautiful, luscious, full redness into a dry, desecrated gray. Each orange losing its peel as it shrinks to the point
where the juices are squeezed out of the center, leaving a husk with dried, rotten fruit lying on the inside.
Suddenly, one of the apple trees loses its bounty instantly. All the fruit withers into a deep black, nearly purple shadow of its former glory. The apples fall with a thud onto the ground, and it gets sucked into the soil, leaving no holes or marks to show where they had gone. The oranges go next,
the juice no longer seeping out slowly. They squash into themselves, releasing a violent spray of what looks like clear oil into the air.
You head back towards the beginning of the path with earnest now, not bothering to look back at the trees. You don’t have to. You can hear the life squeezing out of them, hitting the ground with a thud and drawing back into the soil hard and fast. The damage done to your body is reversing quickly, and you notice several improvements appearing as well. Your fat is slipping off, defects in your skin fall away like stone being chiseled away at by a sculptor, and you start breathing in more deeply; as though you could never get enough. You run faster towards the locked door.
While your improvements take effect, you slowly notice that the apples are all but gone, and the oranges have all disappeared. As the last one goes into the ground, the first of the orange trees dives into the ground. You stop at this, and the trees seem to call out your name. They scream bloody
murder, echoing in your head. Your legs return to motion, slightly wobbling with each threat slung directly at you. The voices shrink with the trees, but for some reason they continue coming on faster as though they were multiplying their ranks each second.
You finally reach the door. As you pry the locks open with your newfound superhuman strength, you turn to see a giant, rotted log careening down the path right at you. Hurriedly, you attempt to rip off another lock, fumbling with the smaller ones. You can hear the thudding of the log as it calls for
your head, hitting the ground hard and lifting into the sky each time as it bounces towards you. The final lock comes off as the log is forming a great shadow over your body, tumbling down.
You exit the orchard, and the log comes down with a crash. As you run from that place, you look back to see the splintered mess that now prohibits entry or exit from that depleted garden of death. You start running towards the brightest light you can see… and fall face first into a furnace, pitchforks raised and ready to escort you into your final resting place for all eternity. The small, hideous fiends rake at your body, rending the flesh off every piece of your body until it resembles the desecrated log.
As a final act of anger, the imps defecate upon your charred corpse, filling it with seething hatred and a burning desire for revenge. Taking your now completely destroyed body, they return to the orchard, and you can feel yourself being buried in a vacant spot. You remember seeing many of these, and as the final patch of dirt is placed, the demons light the ground with unholy flames. Right on the spot, your body grows into a hideous tree, along with the others that you had destroyed in order to escape your unholy prison. After all the trees were regrown, you sprout apples on your many arms.
As you see the demons leave, locking the door, you see your next victim fall from the burning sky into the orchard…
Post by: Neko Desu on August 17, 2010, 02:28:20 am
Liquid - Golden Sun character
Evan - Kefka final battle
Ybbald - the parrot
Nolan - dancing cat
Yule - (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/35421925/moon.gif)
Tijit - the furry wolf
Venser - Whatever you had before changing to Scholar
Tayloop - Lightning poster
Koppis - Current
Mark - which one do you think?
..
Why is Vanille so annoying?
Post by: Venser on August 17, 2010, 02:40:27 am
Besides which, I don't even remember what I had before this. The phoenix maybe?
Post by: Koppis on August 17, 2010, 09:14:57 am
Post by: Fidel CashFlow on August 17, 2010, 11:05:07 am
How can you not love the Scholar avatar?This.
I'm never changing mine.Good.
Post by: Evan20000 on August 17, 2010, 11:06:15 am
Post by: Neko Desu on August 17, 2010, 03:00:01 pm
: show
Post by: koolkat5 on August 17, 2010, 03:13:01 pm
http://dagobah.biz/flash/know_your_destiny.swf
...Niggers!
I am Magnus Maximus, the Ruthless Superhero destined to have sex with all mankind.
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on August 17, 2010, 04:02:28 pm
http://dagobah.biz/flash/know_your_destiny.swf
...Niggers!
I am Magnus Maximus, the Ruthless Superhero destined to have sex with all mankind.
I am Whore Advocate, The Brooding Tripfag destined to discover jews
Post by: Evan20000 on August 17, 2010, 04:07:30 pm
Epic.
Post by: Yule on August 21, 2010, 12:55:38 am
Post by: Lt. Ragnarok on August 21, 2010, 03:07:40 am
Repost FTW (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYi24D9lHqc)
: Another list of games suggested by /x/ • show
: A few more suggestions (Console, PC and Flash) • show
Might be a few repeats from my last copy-paste.
Post by: Yule on August 21, 2010, 10:46:01 am
Post by: Neko Desu on August 21, 2010, 12:45:29 pm
: show
Post by: Fidel CashFlow on August 23, 2010, 10:02:49 pm
Did /b/ offend you?
Pooooor wittle baby!
Although there is a NSFW warning...
Post by: Banzai ☼ on August 23, 2010, 10:17:53 pm
You are Lonely Prime, the original warrior, destined to wrestle with your sis...
You are Psycho Joe, the brooding driller, destined to have sex with all Pokemon...
You are Master Chan, the desperate driller, destined to murder the memes.
Well, that was a tad bit of fun.
Post by: Neko Desu on August 24, 2010, 12:25:34 am
Awwwww
Did /b/ offend you?
Pooooor wittle baby!
Although there is a NSFW warning...
First of all, I didn't go on /b/. I was on /x/, but I wasn't expecting there to be so many porn ads outside of /b/.
Post by: Fidel CashFlow on August 24, 2010, 12:32:03 am
Post by: Neko Desu on August 24, 2010, 12:46:02 am
Post by: Tervez on August 24, 2010, 04:56:55 am
Post by: Venser on August 24, 2010, 11:18:05 am
Post by: Neko Desu on September 03, 2010, 01:28:54 am
Thus, I have finished planning out my future.
Post by: ybbald on September 03, 2010, 06:51:48 am
Post by: Neko Desu on September 03, 2010, 09:14:02 am
a whore?
Oh yes, a whore.
: show
Post by: ybbald on September 03, 2010, 12:07:18 pm
Post by: Insanity Pie on September 03, 2010, 12:32:34 pm
crack whoreno you have to work your way up to crack whore first you start as a mexican drug mule who sucks off drug barons.
Post by: Neko Desu on September 03, 2010, 02:34:08 pm
crack whore
Who said I cared what you wanted to become?
Post by: Neko Desu on September 06, 2010, 05:19:10 pm
Dust to Dust
The last storm was already on the horizon when I woke that Sunday morning. It hung in the south, a solid black wall of dust, churning and seemingly motionless. I’d every intention of sleeping late into the morning, as had been my Sunday custom since Adele and the girls had left, but the distant rumbling and crackle of lightning drug me from the bed just after sunrise. I shuffled drowsily around the farm in the early morning, lashing the doors of the barn, rounding up the two stubborn hogs, and shuttering the windows; but soon I found myself rooted in place, captivated by the writhing shape in the sky. It stretched impossibly wide across the open sky, rolling across the border from Nebraska. The air had a dry, electric chill, and already the sickly yellow wheat swayed in anticipation.
I was in a trance, eyes locked on the distance when I saw a small light dust plume to the west, picked out in stark contrast with black beyond. The horse and rider at the base of the little dust devil approached the farm at a sharp trot, and my dust bleary eyes registered the silhouette. Carl Jordan had owned the farm next to mine for as along my family has been in the Dakotas, I grew up with his great booming laughter warming our home nearly every night. His usual broad, yellowing smile was absent beneath recently trimmed mustache and broad rimmed black hat; his dark suit was blotted with fine layer of grit that he brushed absently at.
“Eddie.” His voice was tired and small as he looked down at me. “No church today?”
I hadn’t been in months and he’d once admitted to envying me. I just didn’t see the need any longer, and I’ve relished the extra hours. I ignored the question.
“What’s troubling you, Carl? Mattie all right?” I asked.
He turned towards the south, to the storm and sucked loudly on his lower lip. After a few moments of thought he sighed deeply, with a phlegmy rumble.
“The Hattersons are dead. All of them, ‘cept Saul.” He said evenly, not returning his gaze to mine. I drank this in for a moment, feeling the insides my sinuses beginning to burn in the cold and arid breeze. I briefly dwelt upon the image of the youngest Hatterson, a tow headed toddler with the dim looking smile I’d seen at the general store with Saul and Molly a few days prior.
“How?” I asked finally. He grimaced slightly, still gazing south.
“Saul’s missing. No one seen him since last night. Molly and the kids are dead, and Saul’s gone. It don’t sound good.” Carl slumped forward a little, and I saw, not for the first time how, old he was. “The whole hornet’s nest is stirred up over in Pickton. He was gonna lose the farm they say.”
Fleetingly, it concerned me that I could easily see the connection between these facts.
“Mattie’s fine,” he said after another silent moment. “Just a little ill this morning, thanks for asking.” He broke from the black clouds, and fixed his eyes on me. He offered a pale imitation of his familiar smile, but his eyes remained squinted tight, haunted. He looked as if he had more to say, but at last, he just nodded and gathered the reins.
“Be safe, Eddie,” he said, a phrase worn smooth by repeated use, and turned towards his farm, trotting quickly, head still crooked towards the storm.
By noon, I could only watch as the it reached up and blotted out the sun.
* * *
The dust storm enveloped us, obscuring the sky like the hands of God. I did my best to ration the allotment of bourbon I’d poured off that morning, watching the black wind scour the earth through a broken shutter slat. During the storms of the years before, pale and weak compared to this tempest, Adele would huddle with the girls to read scripture, inevitably ending with the Revelations in hushed reverent tones. I’d tried not to scowl at her fear and awe before, but now I could feel a little tremor of doubt in me, as I looked out at the sackcloth sky.
When the sky darkened a few shades at nightfall, I prepared a small meal of bread and fried eggs, and drained the rest of the bourbon. Later, I laid in the unmade bed with the world spinning, and the sky howling outside and tried not to think.
The storm raged stronger than ever the next morning, the sun winking through the maelstrom, a fat circle of hazy orange like a fading coal. Late in the day, it showed no sign of abating and I resigned to leave the house, if only to feed the animals. I tied my goggles to my head, and a damp bandana around my mouth, but I still gasped at the ragged burn of the dust when I stepped outside into the storm. The lining of my throat seemed to crack and bleed within moments.
I could barely see the barn but I set out instinctually towards it. A tall hillock of fine black dust was pressed to the side, and it took me a few kicks to clear the door. The dust had seeped in everywhere, and the hogs and cows were covered in a layer of grime. They stood still in their pens, eyes red and glassy, shuddering and jerking with each loud creak from the roof beams. They ignored the food.
There was a twisting coil of anxiety in my chest when Carl arrived, leading the terrified horse behind him. His beard was matted with dust, and he had to sweep the lenses of the googles clean at my doorstep, but instead of entering, he only waved me out to join him.
“You need to come with me!” he shouted over the storm. The dust between his teeth had formed a thin black mud that flecked at the corners of his mouth. It was his tone, flat and even, that terrified me. I didn’t argue, but pulled on goggles, and offered him a second bandana.
I followed close behind him, one hand on the horse’s haunch. Carl picked his way down the path, navigating by some uncanny memory of the curves in the little road. We walked cautiously and deliberately west for the better part of half a mile, past Carl’s own farm, towards the leaning shape of the Collins farm. A throbbing dread began to stir in my breast as we approached.
The door was thrown wide open and off one of its hinges, swinging violently in the wind. I could see Roger Collins, slumped in the door frame, the congealing blood on his forehead caked with the fine dirt. His eyes were open, the left eye beneath the bullet hole was flooded red and tilted wildly skyward. Clutched in his curled hands was a rifle with one spent casing.
Abigail Collins and her youngest were inside, curled tightly around each other in the corner of the room. The flowers of blood that bloomed on the fabric of their dresses was bright and vivid.
Slumped upright at the dinner table, as if ready for a meal, was another figure, filthy and caked with black dust. He seemed composed, sitting upright and proud, despite the pinprick bullet hole, clean and bloodless, standing starkly in the center of his throat. His grimy skin was dried and shriveled, his eyes were closed, the lids sunken over the pits. It took a long yawning moment to recognize the desiccated face. Saul Hatterson, hands clasped around a little revolver, looking for all the world like he’d been dead for a week. Saul Hatterson, grinning obscenely wide, showing dried black gums.
Despite the roaring storm, there was a unearthly stillness in the little house, and I could hear my heart thudding in my ears. I turned to Carl with pitiful expression, a plea for some sort of understanding.
“I was bringing them some canned food. Roger was worried about being able to last out a long store,” he shouted from the front porch, where he was closing Roger’s eyes and wiping the blood from his hand. He looked up at me and stood. “Jed’s missing.”
I gazed around the room again, before turning to Carl. “You don’t think that Jed…” I began, letting the idea remain unsaid. Jed was a quiet and sickly kid, but something about him had always set my teeth on edge.
“No,” he barked. “I don’t think a 15 year old could be capable of this. But I didn’t think Saul was either. None of this makes any sense” He brushed the lenses of his goggles clean once more.
“No, it does not.” I agreed.
“We should head into Pickton to tell someone, but I- I need you to drive the Collins’ Ford. I can make it between our three farms on foot reliably enough, but I don’t think me or that horse could make it all the way into town.” Carl looked mildly embarrassed, hidden as he was behind dust and beard, and I followed him to barn.
The Model A made a few grinding rasps before dying completely, refusing to respond to anything. When I opened the gas cap, a damp and clumping mixture of dust and gasoline tumbled from the little opening. My breath came in increasingly shallow gasps as we moved to the Collins’ tractor, unscrewing the cap. The same reeking clay was stuffed to the top of the tank.
The walk back towards our farms was silent, my heart pounding as I struggled to keep my breathing steady, as the inside of my sinuses were scoured raw. First Carl’s tractor, then we checked mine, both were useless and clogged with dust. If Carl was as panicked as I was, he refused to show it.
“Eddie, I don’t know what this means,” he yelled to me as we crouched over my tractor, the sky dimming. “But I think I’d appreciate it if you stayed with me and Mattie tonight. The storm has to let up in the morning I’m sure.” I could see at last the spark of fear in his eyes, and it brought me a little solace.
* *
Carl went ahead, panicky with thoughts of Mattie, sick in bed on her own, and I agreed to follow shortly. I entered my house to gather my shotgun and a tin of coffee. I don’t believe I intended to start drinking, but the bloody and crooked eye was shining wetly in my memory, and I drew from the bourbon a few soothing pulls.
I recall being tired and weary from the day’s grim business, but I don’t remember lying down on on the cool wood of the floor. When I woke gripping the gun and empty bottle, the sky was lighter, but the whirling black cloud still surrounded the world on all sides. Tuesday. I thought through a fog of pain. Or is it Wednesday? I groggily allowed the shame to flood in when I realized I’d left Carl and Mattie waiting all night.
After finding all the water drained the night before, I dressed for the storm and headed out to the well. The pump handle strained against me as I pressed downward bringing up the first sounds of water. What came out of the pump was black and viscous, a thin black paste. I dropped the tin bucket in disgust, feeling yesterday’s dread igniting behind the alcohol ache, and I turned quickly towards Carl’s farm.
On the road, with my destination not yet visible, I turned to see behind me. There wasn’t even the faint outline of my barn. In that moment, I was alone, surrounded by a wall of vibrating earth and wind all sides. It could have been all of creation and I would never know. It could be the end of creation, and I would never know. I turned back towards Carl’s farm and began to run in a panic, frantically hoping I had not altered direction.
As the small unpainted house came into view, I saw Carl’s horse, lying motionless on the ground, still tied to the railing on the porch. A small dune of black dust had formed against one side. The door was wide open, slamming into the wall with a sharp crack at each breath from the storm.
My panic spiked like a fever when I stepped inside, and my body began shaking violently.
Mattie lay spilled from her bed, trailing sheets and and a shredded fragment of her nightgown. Her head was twisted, the neck bruised and bent, and bulging glassy eyes seemed to stare directly at me. Her tongue was thick and black between her teeth.
Seated on the bed above her, spindly legs dangling over the edge, was the dried and leathery corpse of Jed Collins, the missing boy. His eye sockets gaped empty and black as he silently grinned out at the world.
Carl was nowhere to be found.
I backed out quietly from the house, at last truly toning out the chaotic roar of the storm. My mind spun trying to make sense of utter madness, and it stoked the fires inside me; panting, desperate dread flooding my limbs until I found myself propelled blind, running through the storm towards my home.
I continued past the hulking silhouette of my barn, legs flooding with fire as I sucked in great lungfuls of choking dust. I thought nothing of destination, I only wanted to get as far away from the storm as possible, far from the empty charnel houses of my neighbors, and from empty eyes and wicked grins.
I made it as far as thin fork of the Missouri that carves the far edge of my land. I saw, through the wall of shifting haze, the black outline of the river from a distance. When I approached, legs slowing and lungs burning, I saw the river more clearly, wide and unearthly still. The water was black and thick, and in mute disbelief I watched it flow, slowly like molasses, under a dark and churning sky. And then, I began to understand.
*
I nailed the shutters closed, driven by an animal urgency of purpose. The door I braced with Adele’s heirloom cabinet, allowing it to crack and splinter on it side as I stacked a steamer chest on top.
I didn’t really believe that this would slow whatever would come tonight, in the howling darkness, but I wanted to have the time to know, to be sure. The last bourbon bottle lay empty on the floor, and I was glad for this, for the chance to be clearheaded at last. I sat, back to the wall, facing the door with the shotgun in my hands and I waited.
The sky darkened and the storm continued to howl; I measured my breaths, trying to hold onto a that moment of calm, to stretch it out until it dried and snapped apart.
It was late at night when it arrived. I could hear the heavy footsteps circling the porch, pulling lightly, testing each shutter. My hands were suddenly slick with sweat on the barrel of the shotgun.
The shuffling footsteps stopped in front of door, and I saw the wood flex ever so slightly as pressure was applied. A scraping sound began to rise, hissing, from the small barricade as it began to slide slowly across the floor. The force on the other side of the door increased slowly, steadily, grinding against the heavy barricade until the door was open to the storm and to the night and beyond.
The figure swept into the room with a silent grace that surprised me, and stood regarding me. Carl’s skin seemed to crackle and go taut like paper as he moved, and in the hollow of his empty eyes were tiny twisting clouds of dust, blue ribbons of electricity arcing across the sockets. He was smiling, a smile I’d never seen from him, a wide obscene grin.
I felt a strange sort of calm then, the surety of knowing, despite the impossible madness of it all. I raised the shotgun.
“Eddie,” the thing inside Carl hissed, in a voice like grinding sand. The corpse took another step towards me, and I saw a black trickle of mud from the edge if its cracked lips. “Go ahead and shoot, Eddie. See what it gets you.”
I smiled back at him, seeing the solution so clearly at last. I took a moment to be thankful that Adele and the girls are gone; thankful, in an awful way, that I’d struck her hard enough for her to finally leave me. This would not be the night that they die.
It had moved halfway across the room now, shuffling towards me, the malevolent sparks of its eyes locked on me. The now-familiar dread reared up to swallow my temporary peace.
I saw, in the black whirlpool of it’s eyes, the great storm, covering the entire earth in a final gloom; I saw trails and chains of endless murder and atrocity crisscrossing the darkened world, into that last eternal night. I saw the end.
All I had left was a little sliver of hope, enough to spur me onward. I swung the shotgun up under my chin, feeling the cool of the barrel on my chin. The thing inside Carl jerked to a halt, and ceased to smile; and I knew I’d gambled right this time.
It needed me. And it can’t have me.
I made sure I was smiling, drinking in the thing’s rage and frustration.
The thing roared and with a leap, burst from Carl’s body, his drying muscles snapping and shredding into long fraying fibers, as it shed him like a coat, thudding to the floor behind. It was a swirling cloud, a flurry of dust, coursing with lightning and pure, elemental hatred that I saw then, surging towards me faster than I would have believed possible. Thin tendrils coiled, and tightened, and wound their way through air, twisting towards my mouth and nose. I could feel them caress the raw passages of my lungs, hot, twisting and unmistakably, horribly, alive as they slid into me.
I pulled the trigger.
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on September 06, 2010, 05:24:25 pm
Post by: Venser on September 06, 2010, 05:27:42 pm
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on September 06, 2010, 05:31:31 pm
by the Flaming Alberto
(to the tune of "The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins" by Leonard Nimoy)
In the middle of a marsh
In the land of Gaia
Lives a brave little Qu
Whom we all admi-ah.
With little beady eyes
And a 3-foot tongue,
It lives in a Qu's Marsh,
Always havin' fun, it's...
Quina!
Quina Quen...
Weighs four hundred pounds...
Quina!
Quina Quen...
The bravest little Qu of 'em all...
Now Qu are peace-lovin' folk, ya' know,
They're never in a hurry and they take things slow,
They don't like to travel away from home,
They just like to eat and be left alone.
But one day, Quina was asked to go
On a big adventure to the caves below,
To help its friends go save the land
And to everything that came at hand, oh...
Quina!
Quina Quen...
Weighs four hundred pounds...
Quina!
Quina Quen...
The bravest little Qu of 'em all...
Well it fought with the goblins...
And battled the trolls...
Got "married" to Vivi...
A giant fork it holds!
It was chased by wolves,
Lost in Cleyra,
Tried to eat half the supporting cast...
Quina!
Quina Quen...
The bravest little Qu of 'em all...
Now it's back in its home
In the land of Gaia,
That brave little Qu
Whom we all admi-ah.
Just a-chillin' with Quale,
Makin' pie a la mode,
An' a-chompin' on the leg
Of a giantoad...
Quina!
Quina Quen...
Weighs four hundred pounds...
Quina!
Quina Quen...
With no discernible gender at all!
Post by: Neko Desu on September 06, 2010, 05:44:40 pm
: show
Asking for me to change my avatar.
Post by: Neko Desu on October 02, 2010, 08:04:19 pm
(http://hooniverse.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/RageFace2.png)
(http://hooniverse.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/RageFace2.png)
(http://hooniverse.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/RageFace2.png)
SILVAGUNNER HAS BEEN SUSPENDED.
YES, YOU HEARD ME.
SILVAGUNNER IS SUSPENDED.
WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND MY MUSIC NAO?
Post by: Lt. Ragnarok on October 02, 2010, 09:22:10 pm
RAGE.jpg
SILVAGUNNER HAS BEEN SUSPENDED.
YES, YOU HEARD ME.
SILVAGUNNER IS SUSPENDED.
WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND MY MUSIC NAO?
Oh dear.
Well, Here's something (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLNpDHNPQS0&feature=related) to tide you over.
Post by: Venser on October 02, 2010, 09:26:53 pm
Post by: Evan20000 on October 02, 2010, 09:30:56 pm
Why did he get suspended?RAGE.jpg
SILVAGUNNER HAS BEEN SUSPENDED.
YES, YOU HEARD ME.
SILVAGUNNER IS SUSPENDED.
WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND MY MUSIC NAO?
Oh dear.
Well, Here's something (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLNpDHNPQS0&feature=related) to tide you over.
Post by: Neko Desu on October 02, 2010, 09:38:42 pm
Oh, hey Mark, I meant to mention this about six months ago and forgot, but just remembered. If you're ever interested in not being a complete and utter classicalfag, look up the band Apocaliptica. They're in what's really 'hard rock', but they were all trained as classical musicians and it shows in their songs.
6 months ago = March, aka when I was b7'ed
Why did he get suspended?RAGE.jpg
SILVAGUNNER HAS BEEN SUSPENDED.
YES, YOU HEARD ME.
SILVAGUNNER IS SUSPENDED.
WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND MY MUSIC NAO?
Oh dear.
Well, Here's something (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLNpDHNPQS0&feature=related) to tide you over.
He was uploading all my favourite video game music.
Post by: Venser on October 02, 2010, 09:52:57 pm
about six months ago
Post by: Neko Desu on October 02, 2010, 10:00:57 pm
about six months ago
Inverse Matrix Proof for a 2 x 2 Matrix
Let A be:
[a b
c d]
Let B be:
[e f
g h]
And we know that:
[a b * [e f
c d] g h] equals:
[1 0
0 1]
Therefore we start by creating two linear systems from the above faggotry:
1. ae + bg = 1 --> x d
2. ce + dg = 0 --> x b
Elimination:
1. ade + bdg = d
2. bce + bdg = 0
Which becomes :
ade - bce = d
e(ad - bc) = d
e = d / (ad - bc)
Substitute [e = d / (ad - bc)] into 2.
2. c[d / (ad - bc)] + dg = 0
[cd / (ad - bc)] + dg = 0
dg = -[cd / (ad - bc)]
g = -[c / (ad - bc)]
Next, we create another two linear systems for (in matrix B) f and h:
3. af + bh = 0 --> x d
4. cf + dh = 1 --> x b
Elimination:
3. adf + bhd = 0
4. cbf + dhb = b
Which becomes:
adf - cbf = -b
f(ad - bc) = -b
f = -[b / (ad - bc)]
Substitute that faggotry into 3.
3. a{-[b / (ad - bc)]} + bh = 0
bh = ab / (ad - bc)
h = a / (ad - bc)
So we have four equations:
1. e = d / (ad - bc)
2. g = -[c / (ad - bc)]
3. f = -[b / (ad - bc)]
4. h = a / (ad - bc)
Substitute that into matrix B, and we get:
[d / (ad - bc) -c / (ad - bc)
-b / (ad - bc) a / (ad - bc)]
Factor out (ad - bc), and we get:
[1 / (ad - bc)] *
[d -b
-c a]
Which is the (2 x 2) inverse matrix formula, basically.
Post by: Neko Desu on October 04, 2010, 08:33:25 pm
Quote from: IWBTF
Guest 07:34:11 PM Printing the topic "I HAVE A HENTAI ADDICTION".
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS
Post by: Dagnarok on October 04, 2010, 08:46:45 pm
Or maybe /b/ is paying us a visit. ;p
Post by: /b/ on October 05, 2010, 11:36:33 am
... They have a Hentai addiction?Hello
Or maybe /b/ is paying us a visit. ;p
Post by: Captain Random on October 05, 2010, 12:46:05 pm
... They have a Hentai addiction?Hello
Or maybe /b/ is paying us a visit. ;p
YOU!!!
Who're you?
Post by: Lt. Ragnarok on October 05, 2010, 02:58:06 pm
... They have a Hentai addiction?Hello
Or maybe /b/ is paying us a visit. ;p
YOU!!!
Who're you?
Who're you?
Who're
Who're is still an unfortunate contraction. (http://kayin.pyoko.org/iwbtg/forums/index.php?topic=5696.0)
Post by: Neko Desu on November 21, 2010, 12:05:29 am
Last Thursday, we bought a crab to eat for dinner. Since I was bored, I took two chopsticks, placed the crab into a bowl of water, and began drumming musical melodies (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGSmsYx3MuI) upon its hard shell. After that, I retrieved some spinach leaves and placed them over the crab's eyes to see its reaction.
Post by: Venser on November 21, 2010, 12:07:31 am
Also, Ybbald and I live in Maryland, crab capital of the world. We eat them pretty often. <_<
Post by: Neko Desu on November 21, 2010, 12:27:36 am
I eat a specific recipe for crabs called 辣椒螃蟹: you basically boil it in ketchup, chili, and egg. This creates a sweet-and-sour taste for the soup, which is delicious to dip the meat in.
Post by: Venser on November 21, 2010, 12:50:14 am
Post by: Neko Desu on November 21, 2010, 02:20:44 am
And neither can you assume >:(
Post by: Venser on November 21, 2010, 02:23:01 am
Post by: Neko Desu on November 21, 2010, 02:26:16 am
Post by: Venser on November 21, 2010, 02:35:28 am
Post by: Neko Desu on November 21, 2010, 02:39:15 am
Post by: Venser on November 21, 2010, 02:50:40 am
Post by: ybbald on November 21, 2010, 01:35:13 pm
it was meh
I kinda ignore them
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on November 21, 2010, 01:55:39 pm
(http://bionicbong.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/japanese-spider-crab.jpg)
Except bigger than that. One excell... good reason to never go swimming in Japan.
Post by: Neko Desu on January 02, 2011, 06:23:02 pm
Post by: ybbald on January 03, 2011, 01:16:57 am
http://www.jesterball.com/Animations/animeplotgenerator.htmloh. my. god
Post by: Koppis on January 14, 2011, 11:00:18 am
Eh, I guess this is kinda cool
Post by: Yule on January 15, 2011, 02:16:04 pm
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on March 13, 2011, 08:17:30 pm
> Open the door
> Get on the floor
> Everybody walk the dinosaur
Post by: Alpha on March 13, 2011, 08:24:36 pm
>Get on it's back
>Except SilentLoner
>Cuz we all know he's fat.
Post by: Venser on March 13, 2011, 08:29:37 pm
>Hit that keyboard
>Sail down a fjord
>Eat a gourd
Post by: Alpha on March 13, 2011, 08:31:43 pm
>Like it's a hobo's cardboard.
>Fight a giant hoard
>Shoot those fuckers like the Master Sword.
Post by: Venser on March 13, 2011, 08:44:14 pm
>Invent a laser gun
>Killing aliens is lots of fun
>And now all nonhuman intelligent life is done
Post by: Alpha on March 13, 2011, 08:56:09 pm
>Dress up in a ghillie suit
>Go find yourself an orange
>And...oh shit.
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on March 13, 2011, 09:00:56 pm
> Grab the orange juice
> Pour a glass
> Knock at the door
> Walk to the door
> Open the door
> Get on the floor
> Everybody walk the dinosaur
> Get killed by Slender Man
Post by: Alpha on March 13, 2011, 09:06:45 pm
Post by: Rad on March 13, 2011, 09:12:52 pm
He’s close up to the closet
Now he’s at the closet
Now he’s opening the closet
Post by: Mort, the Lonely on March 13, 2011, 09:14:55 pm
He walks up to the closet
He’s close up to the closet
Now he’s at the closet
Now he’s opening the closet
Now he's getting in the closet
Everybody walk the dinosaur... inside the closet.