I'm around. I've just been in an incredibly negative mood lately, so, I haven't posted much. Better to say nothing.
Sucks to hear about what happened to you, Daron. Like Dux said, it's not that surprising on the girl's part(this doesn't make it better, just..not surprising). But Curtis..that part is definitely a shock. I thought he was your hetero-lifemate.
Hope you can rebound. Not all girls are crazy, and not all friends are scumbags.
Hey Daron, Nice seeing you around. Sucks about what's happened. Keep your eyes forward and have a great Christmas with your boys.
Maybe this EllE person thought called meant salvation and all this is an innocent mistake?? In any case I've never heard of them. Most likely trying to cheat a few extra dollars. Most folk seem to be doing anything and everything they can do to cheat out every one else. Enough to turn anyone bitter.
Watched Avatar last night in 3D. Not much bursting out of the screen but it was still a nice effect. Movie itself was gorgeous, extremely detailed, a cinematic masterpiece. The story line was good too, a bit of a nature vs human type film. Revolutionary film style too, I wonder what that means for future movies.
Cheers,
Daggertooth
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And I guess that I'm a lucky one for the truth of what I know. For my heart had not denied me and I have somewhere to go. I shall never be a prisoner of steel and glass and stone. If I leave, I will return again to my Rocky Mountain home.
Here's my five-page prologue if anyone wants to read it. I originally wrote it as chapter 1, but then I scrapped Valteri as a main character, no he's going to be a prominent but secondary character. It isn't very good, but I've still a year and a half of high school left.
And, I can't read the file, that's great. I'll post it when I get to a different computer. In the meantime, suspense!
@Rianalnn: I'm going to scan the notes I took at Terry's workshop... later. Can you tell I porcrastinate a lot?
The shirt is obviously a baby with a sheep's head and a sheep with a baby's head. It's so PoMo
Did you guys end up getting to QCA and checking out the graduate exhibition?
We didn't, went out for an awkward breakfast with the dad-in-law crew, + then spent the day packing + enjoying the thunderstorm
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@Rianalnn: I'm going to scan the notes I took at Terry's workshop... later. Can you tell I porcrastinate a lot?
I sail on that boat all the time. I've been chipping at my novel's characters + plot for. . . 10 years now @_@
To be fair, a lot of that time has been spent learning to paint so I could illustrate it.
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You play with the Called you play with DEATH!!
Clan Mono-:symb: rang, they want their tagline back
For the record, Curtis is still a dude, it was r_e's friend Rob who turncoated
Wow. Amazing how Daron can spark a lagging clan thread back to life. I wasn't around during most of this drama, so I don't have much to say. Other than that the best revenge is sharing naked pictures with everybody. (Of the girl, not the dude, obviously).
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-Fred Menger
Fleeting is this world
Growth and decay its very nature
Things spring to being and again they cease
Happy the marvel of them and the peace.
-Nidana Vagga
A teen that runs off to another country to live with someone she met on the internet isn't exactly "stable" imo.
Well, it's easy to overgeneralize a situation and say "look how obviously doomed it was", disregarding the details. Sure, she moved countries to be with me, but that's been done since there was love, and countries, and hasn't always resulted in failure. Same thing with falling in love at a young age. Sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't. Actually, if those are the only two "obvious" negative factors we had going for us, we were doing pretty good! Any relationship could be simplified down to its worst components that way. "It was doomed from the start! She's bisexual and he's straight and not into threesomes. He's libertarian and she's communist. She's a night person and he likes to get up at 5am. DOOMED!"
Considering she's likely going to remain in Canada, the whole "she moved countries for you" thing doesn't mean much imo. Apparently she moved to Canada because of Canada, not just because of me.
The actual reason things went bad was, as it almost always is, an inter-personal one. Something went wrong with the connection, sometime earlier this year. By summer I guess she was looking for a way to get out. I asked her, even offered to help her move on, but she always denied it. Right up until the week she turned my life upside down and crushed my heart, day after day, and then finished it off when she banged my scumbag friend.
As for him, he went to the annual Christmas party of my BEST friend, so I didn't. I hear he drank a bunch of red bull and then fell asleep on the couch while everybody else partied. My friends say they wish he hadn't gone, so that I had. (So why'd they invite him....?) Anyway...
But Curtis..that part is definitely a shock. I thought he was your hetero-lifemate.
Oh, it wasn't Curtis, it was our other friend. I basically had 3 solid guy friends, now I have 2. (And my relationship with the remaining 2 is strained now because of this.)
Not all girls are crazy, and not all friends are scumbags.
I know, but thank you for the reminder. That's one trap I haven't fallen into. ("All girls will do this to me, because this one did!" or "I can't trust my friends around girls I care about ever again!")
Watched Avatar last night in 3D.
I've heard good things. Guess I'll put it on my list of movies to check out
I'm sorry to hear about everything, but you know that you will always be able to count on us. We'll always be here.
Thanks man, and yeah, I know that. Same goes the other way too.
In fact, can I come back in?
Maybe not to full status, because I don't want to commit to reading back X number of full threads or any minimum posting requirements, but I'd like to post a little more often. Oh yeah and I want "longest member" back in my sig too.
I believe I owe you some boosters still, don't I? What's the going rate these days between booster packs and nudie pics of ex-gfs?
Three boxes by my count. I'm afraid that the exchange rate is pretty low, what with how much and how free porn is these days. Might do well as a way to pay for the interest however.
Maybe not to full status, because I don't want to commit to reading back X number of full threads or any minimum posting requirements, but I'd like to post a little more often. Oh yeah and I want "longest member" back in my sig too.
Works for me. Though full status doesn't mean you'd have to read back however many hundreds of threads or post x times a year. If you're planning on a post or three a month, that'd be plenty enough by our guidelines it seem.
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-Fred Menger
Fleeting is this world
Growth and decay its very nature
Things spring to being and again they cease
Happy the marvel of them and the peace.
-Nidana Vagga
So, here is my prologue. It's 5 pages, a bit over 2500 words.
Prologue: Ashes of Spring
Breathing in crisp alpine air, Valteri beheld an ancient stone pillar, radiant in the sunrise. He smiled, knowing that his journey was almost at an end. Turning towards his companions, he shouted, “Hey, Terji! Told you it was only another hour!” A grizzly, strong-armed man waved at Valteri, and relayed the information behind to the rest of the travelers. Around them, snow glistened off of frozen soil and stony thorns that littered the pass.
For two weeks the ragged band of mercenaries had braved the icy bite of the Maantiede Pass, through the last fits of raging winter storms and thin mountain air to reach Dalvartija, where they would find soft beds, warm fires, and strong mead. These thoughts warmed Valteri’s heart, as soon they would be real. Above, ravens heralded their approach, although the lofty hunters were concerned only with these intruders interrupting their hunt.
Crunching onward along the snow-wreathed path, Valteri dreamt of his return home. Already he could taste the hearty mead of the Dalvartija Valley, so sweet and warming it was almost like wine. A small stone outcrop on his left harboured a small stream of water, teasing his growing thirst for brew. Lagging in step, his companions caught up to him.
“Eh, Valteri! Dreamin’ about that lovely lass again?” Korven inquired. The four other men, all burly robust warriors, gave a hearty laugh, for unlike the rest Valteri had no such companion. He had always been more reclusive than his peers, and had trouble trusting others. Valteri shrugged, and let out an uneasy grunt. “Ah, come on now lad! We’re almost there. Tell ‘ye what. First thing’s the Meadhall. I’ll get us some drinks, and Terji’ll find ya a nice wench fer yer lap, eh boys!”
The others shared more merry chuckles, and jostled Valteri in a brotherly fashion. Valteri realized the kind gesture, and couldn’t help but smile for the fraternity they shared between themselves and the other warriors of Dalvartija. Never any luck did Valteri have with the women, but inside he knew that was owing to his reluctance to bond like the others did.
Halfrin, a stout man of fathering age, hustled ahead of the band, and turned to face them, drawing his sword the sky. He cheered, “Today brothers, we arrive home! With our passage marks the end of winter, and another year of triumph and joy!” With fervor, the others drew their steel. “For Dalv-” Halfrin choked, and blood spurted out of his leathery mouth. With deathly lethargy, he slumped to the ground, a black arrow protruding from his neck. Immediately alert, the five remaining Vikings brought their heavy wooden shields up, prepared for whatever combat lay ahead.
Black silhouettes appeared above the next rise, hulking humanoid shapes blurred by the sun’s glare. The figures reared up their heads, and released guttural, savage roars; roars that could only belong to Jötihm, disfigured brutes of giant-blood but human proportions. In one writhing mass, the Jötihm charged down the frost-crested hill to meet their prey. They brandished wicked, keen scimitars and massive two-headed axes of crude iron and rough wood. Uncured hides and salvaged iron plates adorned their muscular, tar coloured bodies. The sight of such beasts revolted Valteri, and while he’d never fought one of the monsters, the fireside tales he’d heard as a youth reverberated in his head; tales of slaughter, nightmares, and horrors unknown.
Korven took a step forward, with ice cold resolve and determination. “Count of three, dive to either side an’ flank ‘em.” Valteri steeled himself for the onslaught. Squinting his eyes, he counted eight massive barbarians. Then, he realized with growing dread why Korven had stepped forward. The man was going to take them head on! He had been lifelong friends with Halfrin; he must have been in Warriors’ Shock, willing to martyr himself to kill the ones who killed his cousin. This revelation hurt Valteri, for although he had great respect for his brethren, he felt something close to guilt that he couldn’t be as passionate.
The Jötihm were trying a time-honoured tactic: trample their foes and commit wanton slaughter. “Three,” croaked Korven, lungs tense and breath heavy. The snarling brutes were only a few dozen paces away. Valteri could feel his companions iron resolve, the contained ferocity was palpable. “Two.” Silently Valteri whispered a prayer to Skyrmir, asking for victory against these vermin, and his own life spared. “One.” The berserkers screamed in their vile tongue, and raised their clumsy weapons.
“NOW,” Yelled Korven, when the Jötihm were almost upon him. Valteri dug his boots into the frozen soil, and leapt to his right. He dove into a clumsy roll, and turned to face his adversaries. Korven was screaming louder than the whole pack, and was twisting into broad swings of his mighty greatsword, taking a barbarian head off its shoulders. Valteri leapt again, and taking a large brute by surprise, stuck his waraxe cleanly into its shoulder. The fortuitous blow must have crushed the monster’s spine, for it immediately went limp, and fell with a wet thump.
Removing his axe from the corpse, Valteri rose to survey the battle for a fleeting moment. Around him the others who jumped to the side were faring well, their shields blocked incoming blows from their opponents and left them defenseless to counterattack. Terji roared in a lust for giant blood, and drove his sword deep into his quarry’s stomach. In the middle of the fray was Korven, carelessly and wildly flailing with his sword, somehow managing to kill while not being killed. The Jötihm realized this tactic, and while one parried the massive steel blade, another circled around and stabbed mercilessly into the flesh of Korven’s back, rending him brutally.
With numbing shock, Valteri watched his companions’ crash into the remaining brutes, screaming with Nordic rage. Completely open, the last Jötihm fell without incident. Valteri could only stand in disbelief, as he stared at the mortally wounded man, coughing blood on the ground and colouring the snow red. Sluggishly, Valteri dropped his axe and trudged to the dying Korven. He could see his friends speaking, but the words came slowly through the trauma.
Korven made a genuine smile, suppressing his death throes. His last words were made with a light-hearted satisfaction, “I think that fight proved my worth, and Odin’ll accept me in his golden hall.” He let out another weak cough, “I’ll say hullo to Halfrin for ‘ye.” He smiled again, and succumbed to his wounds. Tears fell, though nobody wept. With a lack of vigour, the travelers slowly assembled makeshift stretchers out of cloaks and spears, preparing to take their fallen comrades to their ancestral homes, resting places.
Valteri felt a pang of guilt in his chest, and approached Terji. Attempting to speak, Valteri instead coughed on a lump in his throat. Terji rose from covering Halfrid’s wound, solemn-eyed but keeping together. “Hey, uh… he’ll be happy in Valhalla, both of them will.” Valteri croaked, patting his friend once on the back.
Terji took Valteri’s arm, took a long, hard look into his eyes, and gave him a melancholy grin. “They’ll fight along Odin, and we can only hope to live with honour, to join them.” The sorrow in his voice was strong, but inside was pride for his fellow warriors. Valteri returned the smile for a moment, and then turned away. The guilt remained, and the momentary moral support felt like a selfish salve for his own emotions. Valteri never met Terji’s gaze that day.
Above, the ravens circled slowly, and drifted down to the bloodied snow. Valteri trudged slowly along the remainder of the journey home, carrying the dead weight of Korven behind him. Slowly the Maantiede pass descended into the Valley-Guard, where the proud city of Dalvartija sat vigilant; defending the pass from invaders and armies from the Misty East. Behind Valteri, the others were humming the Kalevala, an ancient lament for brothers fallen in battle. The rising and falling notes of hope did little to cut the fog clouding Valteri’s mind.
The sprawling beauty of the ancient city loomed ahead, tall stone towers observing the parties expedition. A gentle chorous of commerce and bustling urban life contested with the bleak winds of the frozen pass. Upon the gradual hill of the city lay a grand fortress of granite, its pinnacle held a worn banner, beaten and buffed by the gales. This flag was dyed with the bright orange of a falling sunset, a symbol of the ever-watchful guard.
As they approached the city gates, two men waved to them, huddling in the shelter of the gates and hiding their armoured bodies in billowing fur cloaks. Relieved to be finished their journey, the four Vikings quickened their pace, crossing the windswept plain to the massive oak doors. “Hail the new spring!” called one of the guards, slightly taller but thinner of build.
Terji called back forcefully to compensate for the howling gusts, “Hail the Valley-Guard, and though slow the grasses rise, the ice starts to melt. Two weeks is hardly a marathon, but the snows of the Maantiede have allowed us travel from Laakso.” He frowned, and then added, “Most of us.”
“Aye, what was it that took ‘yer companions? Ye’ve got some bloody wounds yerselves,” called the guardsman. He motioned the party to step inside the gateway. Gratefully, Valteri sheltered himself from the wind, as did his comrades.
Terji’s voice grew sullen, a severity in his eyes that Valteri had seldom witnessed. “Jötihm, only hours away.” He pulled out a tattered piece of cloth, and tossed it to the gatekeeper. The cloaked guard took a quick sniff of the ragged fabric, and discarded it with a repugnant spit. The burly man shut the gate behind them, shutting out the biting zephyrs.
The second guardsman, whom Valteri knew as Galuf, motioned the solemn warriors to follow. Thin black smoke lofted from the stone chimneys of houses, taverns, and shops of the avenue. Small children played in packs; games of Ball, Tag, and Seek. A balding man with a thick moustache bartered with a weathered old woman for an elk’s hide. Fellow warriors stood on guard, or in the doorframes of taverns. They gave a silent nod of respect to the bearers of the dead.
Valteri walked slowly down the paved avenue named the Trade Road. Despite being a hundred miles from the nearest trade cities, Dalvartija got its fair share of foreign barterers, local tradesmen, and caravans. Strange men with olive skin and beardless moustaches displayed rugs with gaudy colors, and beaded women sold all manner of spices, herbs, and incense. The proximity of Dalvartija to the Misty East meant it was an unusual but popular destination for trade. Warriors of courage were always in short supply, though.
Ahead of them, a venerable old man approached the bearers, leaning on a wooden spear of intricate carving. He was garbed in a cloak of furs, and his beard was unkempt, spilling onto his chest. Despite his rough appearance he seemed regal, and his deep grey eyes were as wise as Odin’s. Behind him, a small procession of councillors revealed the old man to be the High Elder, communal leader of his people. In a deep, rough voice he spoke, “Your friends, they have departed. Grieve not, young warriors, but rejoice.”
The small procession grew, as Valteri, his friends, the guard, the Elders, and a growing crowd of spectators marched, their goal now in sight. On the north border of the city, a small tower of stone rose from the knees of the mountains, defiantly rising above the snows. Galuf was leading them to the Tower of the Wind and Fire, which Valteri had heard as a child that warriors went there to join the gods. Truly his insides were beginning to churn at such thoughts of mortality. Valteri wasn’t able to put his finger on it, but what was making him most uncomfortable was the fact that around him, another song had started. It was a simple tune from the ancient language, an upbeat chant of victory and freedom.
“Why would they be happy?” Valteri thought in his head. Gone were any trappings of remorse, even a few children had left their games to skip a ring-dance behind the ceremony. Fortunately for Valteri’s increasingly turbulent thoughts, the singing stopped as they approached the base of the tower. Massive stone steps ringed the tower, steadfast to the eroding winds. Valteri ascended with his companions, as did the high elder.
The world grew slightly smaller as Valteri climbed the stairway. The steps were too large for an easy walk; rather its user was forced to appreciate the difficult path of life. Cold were its bones, the natural chill of winter took steadfast root in the stonework. Despite its lofty position, every footfall seemed to echo and reverberate off of every surface, as if the valley were one enormous chamber. Runes were inscribed along the walls, telling the tales of mighty heroes and triumphant victories. Valteri fancied them as dark humour, mocking the inglorious death of his brothers. The elder grabbed one of the blazing torches sitting in iron orifices along the tower.
Finally, Valteri arose from the last step to the top of the windy tower. There the winds were biting, ravenous for their heat. The pinnacle of the structure was flat and circular, with a large altar of stone at its centre; it was blackened from fire and had wood stacked upon it. The four warriors slowly laid their two companions on the altar, but Korven’s weight was not lifted from Valteri’s mind.
Now they stood back towards the edge. Slowly the old man brought the torch towards the kindling, and the bodies of Korven and Halfrin began to burn. The flickering flames battled with the chilling gusts, and they played an intricate dance upon the reflection in Valteri’s rock-hard eyes. Rife with grief and containing tumultuous emotion, Valteri stared a hole through the flames.
The high elder began chanting; an ancient poem written by their forefathers.
“Father Odin, your children have fallen,
In glorious battle, with honour and virtue.
We beseech you; accept them to your halls of gold!
Send forth the valkyries, guide their spirits home.
We now burn the shell of former life imprisoned,
An offering to Freja, their ashes to the wind.”
The elder then turned towards Valteri, Terji, and the others. There was genuine happiness in his old eyes, and his resounding voice lifted their spirits,
“Mourn not, dear brothers; for no one died in vain,
Though evil may triumph and our runes lie forgotten.
The realm of Valhalla awaits our fallen brethren,
Our memories hold the kinsmen time has taken.
So feast for their families, and drink to their honour.
Celebrate! Life, the land, and our brothers.”
Valteri’s heavy heart was lifted, but no words could settle his mind. Terji reached around Valteri’s shoulders and gave him a rough hug. He could see that there were small crystals of water in Terji’s eyes. Hoarsely, Valteri whispered, “They’ll be alright.”
Terji responded, breath unsteady, “Yeah, they’ll be fine.”
The smoke rode on the wind, ever upwards to the cloudy sky. Small specks of ash landed on the rocky snow below.
Happy days, everybody! I'm going to have a Christmas Eve sleep-over@nanna's house in a little bit, so I'll catch you all after the festivities. Apparently I've been a very good boy this year, + must work extra days to pay for my Christmas present
In fact, can I come back in? :symg::symg::symg::symg:
Maybe not to full status, because I don't want to commit to reading back X number of full threads or any minimum posting requirements, but I'd like to post a little more often. Oh yeah and I want "longest member" back in my sig too.
...I suppose. Sed's is still a member and he hasn't posted much more than a post every other thread. not sure bout non-full status, but in light of christmas and this wonderful season of giving we are offering a newly furnished platinum membership, and what luck, you've been pre-aproved. Only requirement is to reread the entire archive and post twice a day.
Going hiking today...about time. Great weather for it...like any day in vegas really...so it should be good.
Cheers,
Daggertooth
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And I guess that I'm a lucky one for the truth of what I know. For my heart had not denied me and I have somewhere to go. I shall never be a prisoner of steel and glass and stone. If I leave, I will return again to my Rocky Mountain home.
Honestly, even if it's a 10 mana guy, that card is pretty ridiculous. It is virtually unkillable(Final Judgment or bust?), and it is virtually impossible to lose the game if you untap with him in play.
It'll be good to hear from you some more, Daron. It's understandable if you don't want the baggage that comes with being a 'full-time member'. Sometimes you have to gradually work your way back into things.
Oh sure Chris, I see how it is. You can't just let me go hiking, you have to do it too. Steal my thunder and all that. Well, I bet my hike was 10 times better than yours anyway.
If anyone is interested, I hiked up an entire mountain today, over 1,700 feet, from the ocean shore to the summit. Of course, that was net elevation gain. I would estimate the gross elevation gain at closer to 2,500 feet, thanks to numerous places where you descended on the way up or ascended on the way down. Hopefully I'll have a bunch of pretty pictures to show you guys in a day or two.
Talor, I wish I could say I read your story, but I suck, so I didn't. Keep going though.
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-Fred Menger
Fleeting is this world
Growth and decay its very nature
Things spring to being and again they cease
Happy the marvel of them and the peace.
-Nidana Vagga
Wahoo, Christmas loot! I made out like a bandito - iPod nano (green, natch), Innsmouth expansion for Arkham Horror, bike gear I've been too lazy to go get myself despite really really needing, plus all the thoughtful little stuff, + the fun of Aurelia trying to figure out what the heck the giant thing I bought for her was, all Christmas Eve, then flipping out when she opened it + it was the hammock she'd been talking about getting for years. + of course, Orlando was almost beside himself, he was having so much fun. Rang my mom up on Skype so she could sit in with us, which was great - she got to see Orlando enjoying the puzzle + game she sent, as well as trying out his bicycle + generally being a Extremely Happy Elf. Video chat for the win
Wahoo, Christmas loot! I made out like a bandito - iPod nano (green, natch), Innsmouth expansion for Arkham Horror, bike gear I've been too lazy to go get myself despite really really needing, plus all the thoughtful little stuff, + the fun of Aurelia trying to figure out what the heck the giant thing I bought for her was, all Christmas Eve, then flipping out when she opened it + it was the hammock she'd been talking about getting for years. + of course, Orlando was almost beside himself, he was having so much fun. Rang my mom up on Skype so she could sit in with us, which was great - she got to see Orlando enjoying the puzzle + game she sent, as well as trying out his bicycle + generally being a Extremely Happy Elf. Video chat for the win
So, yeah. Best Christmas to date.
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I got a shirt/pants from the sister, a home-made ornament from my nephew, and will receive a present from my step-dad which I am 100% sure is the Hulkamania dvd set.
On a slightly related note, what are some PS3 games ya'll would recommend? The first Assassin's Creed looks good, and I think Mirror's Edge looks intriguing, but haven't heard much good about it.
I got a notebook computer, a Beatles shirt, some other random band stuff, and Monty Pythons Holy Grail+Life of Brian on DVD. Wintastic!
@Silent Prophet: I donèt own a PS3, but Assassins Creed 1+2, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, and both Uncharted games all look good. I wouldnt get Mirrors Edge.
The Uncharted games are still probably my favorite PS3 games. They have great stories, and are fantastically fun to play.
AC1 really isn't any good, IMO. It is obnoxiously repetitious. I got AC2 for Christmas. I hear that it is much, much better than the first game..guess we'll see. I also got the GoW collection, which I'm thrilled with. Those games are 2 of my favorites, and I'm eagerly awaiting GoW3. I wish they would release a 'Kingdom Hearts Collection' for the PS3. And KH3 sometime..
Talena and I didn't get much for each other, we wanted to put everything that we could into getting presents for the girls instead. We did alright. I have to work today(2 more hours), which I'm disgusted about. Oh well. That's the economy now..corporations just taking advantage of their employees because they know that they(the employees) aren't going to do anything about it.
Mirror's Edge is pretty cool. The story sucks, and it's a little short (8-10 hours to play through, longer if you care about time trials and whatnot) bit it's an enjoyable 8-10 hours. Well worth $5-$10 if you can find it for that, maybe worth $20. Hard to say if it's worth buying for any more than that.
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-Fred Menger
Fleeting is this world
Growth and decay its very nature
Things spring to being and again they cease
Happy the marvel of them and the peace.
-Nidana Vagga
The Uncharted games are still probably my favorite PS3 games. They have great stories, and are fantastically fun to play.
ah...The Uncharted are the other games I had thought about, but couldn't remember what they were called. Everyone I've talked to so far has recommended them.
AC1 really isn't any good, IMO. It is obnoxiously repetitious. I got AC2 for Christmas. I hear that it is much, much better than the first game..guess we'll see. I also got the GoW collection, which I'm thrilled with. Those games are 2 of my favorites, and I'm eagerly awaiting GoW3. I wish they would release a 'Kingdom Hearts Collection' for the PS3. And KH3 sometime..
I was really hoping Assassin's Creed 1 was decent considering the second one looks good.
I have GoW1&2 for the PS2; is the collection for the PS3 enough of an improvement to justify purchasing it? I preordered GoW3 the first day I had my PS3.:glee:
Yeah...if they ever relesae any kind of Kingdom Hearts for the PS3, I'll be all over that. I love the games.
Talena and I didn't get much for each other, we wanted to put everything that we could into getting presents for the girls instead. We did alright. I have to work today(2 more hours), which I'm disgusted about. Oh well. That's the economy now..corporations just taking advantage of their employees because they know that they(the employees) aren't going to do anything about it.
That's pretty much the situation my sister/brother-in-law found themselves this year. The kids found joy in the most unsuspecting presents. An example is the fact that my middle nephew said that a Dallas Cowboys NERF football was the best gift he got.
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-Fred Menger
Fleeting is this world
Growth and decay its very nature
Things spring to being and again they cease
Happy the marvel of them and the peace.
-Nidana Vagga
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Sucks to hear about what happened to you, Daron. Like Dux said, it's not that surprising on the girl's part(this doesn't make it better, just..not surprising). But Curtis..that part is definitely a shock. I thought he was your hetero-lifemate.
Hope you can rebound. Not all girls are crazy, and not all friends are scumbags.
Maybe this EllE person thought called meant salvation and all this is an innocent mistake?? In any case I've never heard of them. Most likely trying to cheat a few extra dollars. Most folk seem to be doing anything and everything they can do to cheat out every one else. Enough to turn anyone bitter.
Watched Avatar last night in 3D. Not much bursting out of the screen but it was still a nice effect. Movie itself was gorgeous, extremely detailed, a cinematic masterpiece. The story line was good too, a bit of a nature vs human type film. Revolutionary film style too, I wonder what that means for future movies.
Cheers,
Daggertooth
For my heart had not denied me and I have somewhere to go.
I shall never be a prisoner of steel and glass and stone.
If I leave, I will return again to my Rocky Mountain home.
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And, I can't read the file, that's great. I'll post it when I get to a different computer. In the meantime, suspense!
@Rianalnn: I'm going to scan the notes I took at Terry's workshop... later. Can you tell I porcrastinate a lot?
We didn't, went out for an awkward breakfast with the dad-in-law crew, + then spent the day packing + enjoying the thunderstorm
I sail on that boat all the time. I've been chipping at my novel's characters + plot for. . . 10 years now @_@
To be fair, a lot of that time has been spent learning to paint so I could illustrate it.
Clan Mono-:symb: rang, they want their tagline back
For the record, Curtis is still a dude, it was r_e's friend Rob who turncoated
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Growth and decay its very nature
Things spring to being and again they cease
Happy the marvel of them and the peace.
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If you're missing the magic cards, I have a box that is doing nothing but taking up space in my room full of them.
You interested?
I'm sorry to hear about everything, but you know that you will always be able to count on us. We'll always be here.
Merry Christmas to you too.
In fact, Merry Christmas to everyone.
You too b. Sorry to hear about your recent disaster, although I don't know the details. Sounds scummytothemax as well.
Well, it's easy to overgeneralize a situation and say "look how obviously doomed it was", disregarding the details. Sure, she moved countries to be with me, but that's been done since there was love, and countries, and hasn't always resulted in failure. Same thing with falling in love at a young age. Sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't. Actually, if those are the only two "obvious" negative factors we had going for us, we were doing pretty good! Any relationship could be simplified down to its worst components that way. "It was doomed from the start! She's bisexual and he's straight and not into threesomes. He's libertarian and she's communist. She's a night person and he likes to get up at 5am. DOOMED!"
Considering she's likely going to remain in Canada, the whole "she moved countries for you" thing doesn't mean much imo. Apparently she moved to Canada because of Canada, not just because of me.
The actual reason things went bad was, as it almost always is, an inter-personal one. Something went wrong with the connection, sometime earlier this year. By summer I guess she was looking for a way to get out. I asked her, even offered to help her move on, but she always denied it. Right up until the week she turned my life upside down and crushed my heart, day after day, and then finished it off when she banged my scumbag friend.
As for him, he went to the annual Christmas party of my BEST friend, so I didn't. I hear he drank a bunch of red bull and then fell asleep on the couch while everybody else partied. My friends say they wish he hadn't gone, so that I had. (So why'd they invite him....?) Anyway...
It's two bucks, I'm over it. But thanks for offering to asplode his brain and stuff! You're so sweet.
Oh, it wasn't Curtis, it was our other friend. I basically had 3 solid guy friends, now I have 2. (And my relationship with the remaining 2 is strained now because of this.)
I know, but thank you for the reminder. That's one trap I haven't fallen into. ("All girls will do this to me, because this one did!" or "I can't trust my friends around girls I care about ever again!")
I've heard good things. Guess I'll put it on my list of movies to check out
I believe I owe you some boosters still, don't I? What's the going rate these days between booster packs and nudie pics of ex-gfs?
Course, whatcha got? How much do you want for it?
Thanks man, and yeah, I know that. Same goes the other way too.
In fact, can I come back in?
Maybe not to full status, because I don't want to commit to reading back X number of full threads or any minimum posting requirements, but I'd like to post a little more often. Oh yeah and I want "longest member" back in my sig too.
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Niiiice. I'm all for it, + anyway, we're full of lurkers these days *kicks TFO* so no pressure to post.
Three boxes by my count. I'm afraid that the exchange rate is pretty low, what with how much and how free porn is these days. Might do well as a way to pay for the interest however.
Works for me. Though full status doesn't mean you'd have to read back however many hundreds of threads or post x times a year. If you're planning on a post or three a month, that'd be plenty enough by our guidelines it seem.
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-Fred Menger
Fleeting is this world
Growth and decay its very nature
Things spring to being and again they cease
Happy the marvel of them and the peace.
-Nidana Vagga
My collection does have a box of cards from every set in the Kamigawa block, and I know how much you love them.
I was hoping to get a grand for the entire collection, so I'd roughly break even, but I also realize that probably isn't going to happen.
Basically, I want enough that I'd still turn a profit even after playing the stupid amount of money for shipping the entire damned thing.
Breathing in crisp alpine air, Valteri beheld an ancient stone pillar, radiant in the sunrise. He smiled, knowing that his journey was almost at an end. Turning towards his companions, he shouted, “Hey, Terji! Told you it was only another hour!” A grizzly, strong-armed man waved at Valteri, and relayed the information behind to the rest of the travelers. Around them, snow glistened off of frozen soil and stony thorns that littered the pass.
For two weeks the ragged band of mercenaries had braved the icy bite of the Maantiede Pass, through the last fits of raging winter storms and thin mountain air to reach Dalvartija, where they would find soft beds, warm fires, and strong mead. These thoughts warmed Valteri’s heart, as soon they would be real. Above, ravens heralded their approach, although the lofty hunters were concerned only with these intruders interrupting their hunt.
Crunching onward along the snow-wreathed path, Valteri dreamt of his return home. Already he could taste the hearty mead of the Dalvartija Valley, so sweet and warming it was almost like wine. A small stone outcrop on his left harboured a small stream of water, teasing his growing thirst for brew. Lagging in step, his companions caught up to him.
“Eh, Valteri! Dreamin’ about that lovely lass again?” Korven inquired. The four other men, all burly robust warriors, gave a hearty laugh, for unlike the rest Valteri had no such companion. He had always been more reclusive than his peers, and had trouble trusting others. Valteri shrugged, and let out an uneasy grunt. “Ah, come on now lad! We’re almost there. Tell ‘ye what. First thing’s the Meadhall. I’ll get us some drinks, and Terji’ll find ya a nice wench fer yer lap, eh boys!”
The others shared more merry chuckles, and jostled Valteri in a brotherly fashion. Valteri realized the kind gesture, and couldn’t help but smile for the fraternity they shared between themselves and the other warriors of Dalvartija. Never any luck did Valteri have with the women, but inside he knew that was owing to his reluctance to bond like the others did.
Halfrin, a stout man of fathering age, hustled ahead of the band, and turned to face them, drawing his sword the sky. He cheered, “Today brothers, we arrive home! With our passage marks the end of winter, and another year of triumph and joy!” With fervor, the others drew their steel. “For Dalv-” Halfrin choked, and blood spurted out of his leathery mouth. With deathly lethargy, he slumped to the ground, a black arrow protruding from his neck. Immediately alert, the five remaining Vikings brought their heavy wooden shields up, prepared for whatever combat lay ahead.
Black silhouettes appeared above the next rise, hulking humanoid shapes blurred by the sun’s glare. The figures reared up their heads, and released guttural, savage roars; roars that could only belong to Jötihm, disfigured brutes of giant-blood but human proportions. In one writhing mass, the Jötihm charged down the frost-crested hill to meet their prey. They brandished wicked, keen scimitars and massive two-headed axes of crude iron and rough wood. Uncured hides and salvaged iron plates adorned their muscular, tar coloured bodies. The sight of such beasts revolted Valteri, and while he’d never fought one of the monsters, the fireside tales he’d heard as a youth reverberated in his head; tales of slaughter, nightmares, and horrors unknown.
Korven took a step forward, with ice cold resolve and determination. “Count of three, dive to either side an’ flank ‘em.” Valteri steeled himself for the onslaught. Squinting his eyes, he counted eight massive barbarians. Then, he realized with growing dread why Korven had stepped forward. The man was going to take them head on! He had been lifelong friends with Halfrin; he must have been in Warriors’ Shock, willing to martyr himself to kill the ones who killed his cousin. This revelation hurt Valteri, for although he had great respect for his brethren, he felt something close to guilt that he couldn’t be as passionate.
The Jötihm were trying a time-honoured tactic: trample their foes and commit wanton slaughter. “Three,” croaked Korven, lungs tense and breath heavy. The snarling brutes were only a few dozen paces away. Valteri could feel his companions iron resolve, the contained ferocity was palpable. “Two.” Silently Valteri whispered a prayer to Skyrmir, asking for victory against these vermin, and his own life spared. “One.” The berserkers screamed in their vile tongue, and raised their clumsy weapons.
“NOW,” Yelled Korven, when the Jötihm were almost upon him. Valteri dug his boots into the frozen soil, and leapt to his right. He dove into a clumsy roll, and turned to face his adversaries. Korven was screaming louder than the whole pack, and was twisting into broad swings of his mighty greatsword, taking a barbarian head off its shoulders. Valteri leapt again, and taking a large brute by surprise, stuck his waraxe cleanly into its shoulder. The fortuitous blow must have crushed the monster’s spine, for it immediately went limp, and fell with a wet thump.
Removing his axe from the corpse, Valteri rose to survey the battle for a fleeting moment. Around him the others who jumped to the side were faring well, their shields blocked incoming blows from their opponents and left them defenseless to counterattack. Terji roared in a lust for giant blood, and drove his sword deep into his quarry’s stomach. In the middle of the fray was Korven, carelessly and wildly flailing with his sword, somehow managing to kill while not being killed. The Jötihm realized this tactic, and while one parried the massive steel blade, another circled around and stabbed mercilessly into the flesh of Korven’s back, rending him brutally.
With numbing shock, Valteri watched his companions’ crash into the remaining brutes, screaming with Nordic rage. Completely open, the last Jötihm fell without incident. Valteri could only stand in disbelief, as he stared at the mortally wounded man, coughing blood on the ground and colouring the snow red. Sluggishly, Valteri dropped his axe and trudged to the dying Korven. He could see his friends speaking, but the words came slowly through the trauma.
Korven made a genuine smile, suppressing his death throes. His last words were made with a light-hearted satisfaction, “I think that fight proved my worth, and Odin’ll accept me in his golden hall.” He let out another weak cough, “I’ll say hullo to Halfrin for ‘ye.” He smiled again, and succumbed to his wounds. Tears fell, though nobody wept. With a lack of vigour, the travelers slowly assembled makeshift stretchers out of cloaks and spears, preparing to take their fallen comrades to their ancestral homes, resting places.
Valteri felt a pang of guilt in his chest, and approached Terji. Attempting to speak, Valteri instead coughed on a lump in his throat. Terji rose from covering Halfrid’s wound, solemn-eyed but keeping together. “Hey, uh… he’ll be happy in Valhalla, both of them will.” Valteri croaked, patting his friend once on the back.
Terji took Valteri’s arm, took a long, hard look into his eyes, and gave him a melancholy grin. “They’ll fight along Odin, and we can only hope to live with honour, to join them.” The sorrow in his voice was strong, but inside was pride for his fellow warriors. Valteri returned the smile for a moment, and then turned away. The guilt remained, and the momentary moral support felt like a selfish salve for his own emotions. Valteri never met Terji’s gaze that day.
Above, the ravens circled slowly, and drifted down to the bloodied snow. Valteri trudged slowly along the remainder of the journey home, carrying the dead weight of Korven behind him. Slowly the Maantiede pass descended into the Valley-Guard, where the proud city of Dalvartija sat vigilant; defending the pass from invaders and armies from the Misty East. Behind Valteri, the others were humming the Kalevala, an ancient lament for brothers fallen in battle. The rising and falling notes of hope did little to cut the fog clouding Valteri’s mind.
The sprawling beauty of the ancient city loomed ahead, tall stone towers observing the parties expedition. A gentle chorous of commerce and bustling urban life contested with the bleak winds of the frozen pass. Upon the gradual hill of the city lay a grand fortress of granite, its pinnacle held a worn banner, beaten and buffed by the gales. This flag was dyed with the bright orange of a falling sunset, a symbol of the ever-watchful guard.
As they approached the city gates, two men waved to them, huddling in the shelter of the gates and hiding their armoured bodies in billowing fur cloaks. Relieved to be finished their journey, the four Vikings quickened their pace, crossing the windswept plain to the massive oak doors. “Hail the new spring!” called one of the guards, slightly taller but thinner of build.
Terji called back forcefully to compensate for the howling gusts, “Hail the Valley-Guard, and though slow the grasses rise, the ice starts to melt. Two weeks is hardly a marathon, but the snows of the Maantiede have allowed us travel from Laakso.” He frowned, and then added, “Most of us.”
“Aye, what was it that took ‘yer companions? Ye’ve got some bloody wounds yerselves,” called the guardsman. He motioned the party to step inside the gateway. Gratefully, Valteri sheltered himself from the wind, as did his comrades.
Terji’s voice grew sullen, a severity in his eyes that Valteri had seldom witnessed. “Jötihm, only hours away.” He pulled out a tattered piece of cloth, and tossed it to the gatekeeper. The cloaked guard took a quick sniff of the ragged fabric, and discarded it with a repugnant spit. The burly man shut the gate behind them, shutting out the biting zephyrs.
The second guardsman, whom Valteri knew as Galuf, motioned the solemn warriors to follow. Thin black smoke lofted from the stone chimneys of houses, taverns, and shops of the avenue. Small children played in packs; games of Ball, Tag, and Seek. A balding man with a thick moustache bartered with a weathered old woman for an elk’s hide. Fellow warriors stood on guard, or in the doorframes of taverns. They gave a silent nod of respect to the bearers of the dead.
Valteri walked slowly down the paved avenue named the Trade Road. Despite being a hundred miles from the nearest trade cities, Dalvartija got its fair share of foreign barterers, local tradesmen, and caravans. Strange men with olive skin and beardless moustaches displayed rugs with gaudy colors, and beaded women sold all manner of spices, herbs, and incense. The proximity of Dalvartija to the Misty East meant it was an unusual but popular destination for trade. Warriors of courage were always in short supply, though.
Ahead of them, a venerable old man approached the bearers, leaning on a wooden spear of intricate carving. He was garbed in a cloak of furs, and his beard was unkempt, spilling onto his chest. Despite his rough appearance he seemed regal, and his deep grey eyes were as wise as Odin’s. Behind him, a small procession of councillors revealed the old man to be the High Elder, communal leader of his people. In a deep, rough voice he spoke, “Your friends, they have departed. Grieve not, young warriors, but rejoice.”
The small procession grew, as Valteri, his friends, the guard, the Elders, and a growing crowd of spectators marched, their goal now in sight. On the north border of the city, a small tower of stone rose from the knees of the mountains, defiantly rising above the snows. Galuf was leading them to the Tower of the Wind and Fire, which Valteri had heard as a child that warriors went there to join the gods. Truly his insides were beginning to churn at such thoughts of mortality. Valteri wasn’t able to put his finger on it, but what was making him most uncomfortable was the fact that around him, another song had started. It was a simple tune from the ancient language, an upbeat chant of victory and freedom.
“Why would they be happy?” Valteri thought in his head. Gone were any trappings of remorse, even a few children had left their games to skip a ring-dance behind the ceremony. Fortunately for Valteri’s increasingly turbulent thoughts, the singing stopped as they approached the base of the tower. Massive stone steps ringed the tower, steadfast to the eroding winds. Valteri ascended with his companions, as did the high elder.
The world grew slightly smaller as Valteri climbed the stairway. The steps were too large for an easy walk; rather its user was forced to appreciate the difficult path of life. Cold were its bones, the natural chill of winter took steadfast root in the stonework. Despite its lofty position, every footfall seemed to echo and reverberate off of every surface, as if the valley were one enormous chamber. Runes were inscribed along the walls, telling the tales of mighty heroes and triumphant victories. Valteri fancied them as dark humour, mocking the inglorious death of his brothers. The elder grabbed one of the blazing torches sitting in iron orifices along the tower.
Finally, Valteri arose from the last step to the top of the windy tower. There the winds were biting, ravenous for their heat. The pinnacle of the structure was flat and circular, with a large altar of stone at its centre; it was blackened from fire and had wood stacked upon it. The four warriors slowly laid their two companions on the altar, but Korven’s weight was not lifted from Valteri’s mind.
Now they stood back towards the edge. Slowly the old man brought the torch towards the kindling, and the bodies of Korven and Halfrin began to burn. The flickering flames battled with the chilling gusts, and they played an intricate dance upon the reflection in Valteri’s rock-hard eyes. Rife with grief and containing tumultuous emotion, Valteri stared a hole through the flames.
The high elder began chanting; an ancient poem written by their forefathers.
“Father Odin, your children have fallen,
In glorious battle, with honour and virtue.
We beseech you; accept them to your halls of gold!
Send forth the valkyries, guide their spirits home.
We now burn the shell of former life imprisoned,
An offering to Freja, their ashes to the wind.”
The elder then turned towards Valteri, Terji, and the others. There was genuine happiness in his old eyes, and his resounding voice lifted their spirits,
“Mourn not, dear brothers; for no one died in vain,
Though evil may triumph and our runes lie forgotten.
The realm of Valhalla awaits our fallen brethren,
Our memories hold the kinsmen time has taken.
So feast for their families, and drink to their honour.
Celebrate! Life, the land, and our brothers.”
Valteri’s heavy heart was lifted, but no words could settle his mind. Terji reached around Valteri’s shoulders and gave him a rough hug. He could see that there were small crystals of water in Terji’s eyes. Hoarsely, Valteri whispered, “They’ll be alright.”
Terji responded, breath unsteady, “Yeah, they’ll be fine.”
The smoke rode on the wind, ever upwards to the cloudy sky. Small specks of ash landed on the rocky snow below.
Happy days, everybody! I'm going to have a Christmas Eve sleep-over@nanna's house in a little bit, so I'll catch you all after the festivities. Apparently I've been a very good boy this year, + must work extra days to pay for my Christmas present
peas!
...I suppose. Sed's is still a member and he hasn't posted much more than a post every other thread. not sure bout non-full status, but in light of christmas and this wonderful season of giving we are offering a newly furnished platinum membership, and what luck, you've been pre-aproved. Only requirement is to reread the entire archive and post twice a day.
Going hiking today...about time. Great weather for it...like any day in vegas really...so it should be good.
Cheers,
Daggertooth
For my heart had not denied me and I have somewhere to go.
I shall never be a prisoner of steel and glass and stone.
If I leave, I will return again to my Rocky Mountain home.
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It'll be good to hear from you some more, Daron. It's understandable if you don't want the baggage that comes with being a 'full-time member'. Sometimes you have to gradually work your way back into things.
Other than that, it's interesting so far.
If anyone is interested, I hiked up an entire mountain today, over 1,700 feet, from the ocean shore to the summit. Of course, that was net elevation gain. I would estimate the gross elevation gain at closer to 2,500 feet, thanks to numerous places where you descended on the way up or ascended on the way down. Hopefully I'll have a bunch of pretty pictures to show you guys in a day or two.
Talor, I wish I could say I read your story, but I suck, so I didn't. Keep going though.
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-Fred Menger
Fleeting is this world
Growth and decay its very nature
Things spring to being and again they cease
Happy the marvel of them and the peace.
-Nidana Vagga
So, yeah. Best Christmas to date.
* Silent Prophet likes this.
I got a shirt/pants from the sister, a home-made ornament from my nephew, and will receive a present from my step-dad which I am 100% sure is the Hulkamania dvd set.
On a slightly related note, what are some PS3 games ya'll would recommend? The first Assassin's Creed looks good, and I think Mirror's Edge looks intriguing, but haven't heard much good about it.
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@Silent Prophet: I donèt own a PS3, but Assassins Creed 1+2, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, and both Uncharted games all look good. I wouldnt get Mirrors Edge.
AC1 really isn't any good, IMO. It is obnoxiously repetitious. I got AC2 for Christmas. I hear that it is much, much better than the first game..guess we'll see. I also got the GoW collection, which I'm thrilled with. Those games are 2 of my favorites, and I'm eagerly awaiting GoW3. I wish they would release a 'Kingdom Hearts Collection' for the PS3. And KH3 sometime..
Talena and I didn't get much for each other, we wanted to put everything that we could into getting presents for the girls instead. We did alright. I have to work today(2 more hours), which I'm disgusted about. Oh well. That's the economy now..corporations just taking advantage of their employees because they know that they(the employees) aren't going to do anything about it.
A Webcomic of math, physics, and life as a geek in college.
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"I want to be a complete nerd with extra nerd sauce on top. I'm a nerd. Infinite nerd!"
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:teach:If you torture data sufficiently, it will confess to almost anything.:teach:
-Fred Menger
Fleeting is this world
Growth and decay its very nature
Things spring to being and again they cease
Happy the marvel of them and the peace.
-Nidana Vagga
ah...The Uncharted are the other games I had thought about, but couldn't remember what they were called. Everyone I've talked to so far has recommended them.
I was really hoping Assassin's Creed 1 was decent considering the second one looks good.
I have GoW1&2 for the PS2; is the collection for the PS3 enough of an improvement to justify purchasing it? I preordered GoW3 the first day I had my PS3.:glee:
Yeah...if they ever relesae any kind of Kingdom Hearts for the PS3, I'll be all over that. I love the games.
That's pretty much the situation my sister/brother-in-law found themselves this year. The kids found joy in the most unsuspecting presents. An example is the fact that my middle nephew said that a Dallas Cowboys NERF football was the best gift he got.
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lightning eds - is TFO dead or something? Even jj posts more
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-rancored_elf
:teach:If you torture data sufficiently, it will confess to almost anything.:teach:
-Fred Menger
Fleeting is this world
Growth and decay its very nature
Things spring to being and again they cease
Happy the marvel of them and the peace.
-Nidana Vagga