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written Sunday, March 16 2008 09:12
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Hey, where is "everything and nothing" option? -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, March 14 2008 10:30
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A propulsion system based on magnetism. I didn't really get what the "gravitation" part was about. I'll try to dig out the article during this weekend. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, March 14 2008 09:31
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quote:In other words: just like the rest of humanity! -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, March 14 2008 08:04
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quote:My father claims they're now researching electromagnetic gravitation. I once found a really interesting article concerning the subject, but I long forgot how and where I found it. The science seemed plausible to me, though, but then again, I'm not very good at evaluating such things. quote:There are enough nukes in the world to flatten the whole surface of Earth. I don't think they need more destructive potential; actually, I'm quite confident the new weapons will focus on precision instead of damage, to destroy the enemy as effectively as possible while leaving most of their resources to be captured. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, March 13 2008 08:19
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My father has said on multiple occasions (he's an enthusiastic about the subject) that any military technology we civilians know about is already obsolete. Seeing that the fighter has served for this long, well, lets just say they have way, way better technology to replace it with. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, March 13 2008 07:10
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I think I have a soft spot for commenting the comments of other youtube users; I just went on a posting spree there like I have never bothered to do here on spidweb. Wonderful. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, March 13 2008 05:56
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My degree in, uh, HEPAC *) technology will be complete this spring. My actual studies ended two weeks ago; now I'm on my apprenticing period. I'll avoid further education for at least until I'm out of the army. (* Heating, Plumbing and Air Conditioning -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, March 13 2008 05:46
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I moved the time line to the first post of this thread. It'll be easier to check it there. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, March 12 2008 06:07
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If you think those kind of videos are funny, your brain must be damaged. Why? Because if this guy is right, there are a billion people out there who really behave as stupidly as he said and it's very hard to change their minds; if that doesn't make you worried, you ought to think about it a few moments longer. And if he's wrong, well... look at the comments his video has. People cheer to this guy and spit down on religion they know little to nothing about; what does this tell about those people, or mankind in general? -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, March 11 2008 08:51
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Not really; just think carefully what kind of a character you will make. I think we have enough outsiders now, so it'd be good if your character was one of the villagers. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Monday, March 10 2008 08:16
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I was asking because it seemed your character could have wandered for a long time before joining the main party, whatever will it be. But if your going to get to Emerald Cliff (or nearby area) in your next post, your right in that it doesn't matter. My last post ends with the sun setting... lets make it the end of day 2, shall we? Take your time and bring your characters to roughly the same point in time (and place too, if you want), and we'll continue from there. Okay? [ Thursday, March 13, 2008 05:41: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Monday, March 10 2008 08:02
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Near the village's main temple also lay its largest well. In a normal time, there would have been half dozen people fetching water there, babbling about daily life and exchanging rumors. Now, it was deserted. Two weeks ago its water had went sour, and nobody dared to drink from it anymore in fear that the water was poisonous. Well, almost nobody. To the demon, it didn't matter what the water would taste like; nothing could ever be worse than what it had been forced to drink in its home land. With a manic glint in its eyes, it threw a dirty bucket in the abandoned well, and soon after pulled it back up with a tattered stretch of rope. It stretched its mouth wide open and poured the water into its maw, enjoying the coolness of the liquid to all of its ability. Some priest coming from the temple took a troubled glance at the well, certain that there was something abnormal in what he was seeing. He soon left, unable to discern what was wrong with his perception. Poor bastard, the demon thought and flung the bucket away. Oh, how the world had fallen; even holy men could no longer recognize the presence of the supernatural. Suits me, though, the demon pondered and a malicious grin spread on its scarred face. Its golden eyes followed the priest's trail for a while, but after some thinking the demon decided it would not be worth the trouble. I wonder when will they gather again, Ilumas mused as he turned to look back at the temple. I should have paid more attention last night. I can't afford for them to get a big head start; if they get the curse lifted, I'm done for. The idea made the demon shiver. When humans are scared death, their terror is usually fear of the unknown. To the demon, it was the opposite: it knew exactly what it would have to face should it fail, and the thought made its pupils widen in anger. The demon had never achieved much; during its whole existence, it had always been an underdog. Whatever victory it had achieved had always been bittersweet, and in the end it had always found itself in the losing end of things. It had been forced to live in the farthest reaches of the world, without friends, with little sustenance or hope of a better world. But even that life was preferable to the alternative. "I will never go back. Never", the demon snarled and clenched its fists. Its eyes still stared at the battered temple building, but they did not see it. Long Ilumas just stood there, its mind fixed on the dilemma it was facing. Only when the sun began to set it finally realized to start moving, dissolving to the shadows surrounding the temple area... -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Monday, March 10 2008 06:17
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Jeran and Tully, I hope you have some long term plans for your characters, because right now I have a really hard time understanding how they will tie in with the main plot. To a lesser extent, this applies to Randomizer as well. For Jeran: have I understood correctly that your character arrived at Emerald Cliff at the beginning of the storm and has now been there for weeks? For Tully: can you give me some pointers were Scheiddorf (or whatever) is located in relation to Emerald Cliff and Salintu? For Randomizer: please, no more spidweb references in character. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 8 2008 09:30
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Two players, and third coming. That's good enough to start rolling. Lets get this party started. EDIT: Just for all players to note: I didn't mean this to become a parody. Thus I beg of you: keep this down to earth, and keep it serious. Please. [ Sunday, March 09, 2008 08:31: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 8 2008 09:26
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The night was over and the villagers were back at work, again. The demon watched their efforts from the top of the titular Emerald Cliff, shaking its head in either pity or amusement. Some villagers turned to look at the Cliff, as if sensing their oppressor was there, but saw nothing. The demon stared back, chuckling slightly at their inability to perceive the other-worldly. Humans. They always feel so high and mighty, labeling things good and evil where ever they are, but when a real evil crosses their path they can't even notice it. What a pity. Then again, in daylight he was one of the lesser problems the villagers had; crops and fruits had been destroyed, the soil had been turned into soddy mud and the fishers came back empty-handed yet again. Food was scarce yet needed, as there was so much for the villagers to do. they would know hunger for a long time to come. Of course, that wasn't the demon's problem; it would soon have to depart, to search for the villagers sent to the ruined city of Salintu. The word of the curse had already spread in all nearby settlements. Even fishers from Antioch, from the other side of the lake, had taken their share of the area's burden. The name "Shamgar" had been tossed around a few times; the demon concluded it should find the man soon. The creature turned on its heels and stared beyond fallen palm trees and shattered huts, to the eastern reaches of the lake district. It's only a few peasants. I can handle this, it pondered as it jumped down from the high cliff and disappeared among the debris -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Monday, March 3 2008 09:28
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The fact that I bothered to put this up means I'm going to be here daily until this ends. Don't worry about that. I'm okay with some small enchantments, as long as they have been acquired from outside the village. As long as your character (or someone else's, for that matter) doesn't run around with a back-pack of magical gid-gadgets, it won't bother me much. EDIT: Added one rule which from here on should be stable of all RPs. Really. [ Monday, March 03, 2008 09:43: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Sunday, March 2 2008 10:24
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My own posts are likely to stretch into ridiculous lengths sooner or later... so the answer is yes, at least for the moment. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Sunday, March 2 2008 08:31
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Which second meaning? I can think of many interpretations for the name, but find none particularly hilarious. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 1 2008 08:32
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Small skills in alchemy and some knowledge about nether lore is acceptable. Being able to actually cast spells is not. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 1 2008 07:56
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Link to the Out of Character thread. Moderator's note. This is an RP named "No hope for the damned". The thread title is not (intentionally) a prediction of its fate. --- At the northern reaches of Ta-Shanti kingdom lies the small village of Emerald Cliff. Far from the large cities of the great desert, its inhabitants lived in isolation, rarely hearing much news from the civilized world. It didn't really matter to them, though; living in the cool shadow of palm trees and near the Lake of Hopes, they had all the water and food they could ever need, unlike many of their southern kinsmen. Unfortunately, most good things aren't made to last. The downfall of Emerald Cliff began the day when a foreing wanderer entered village. The girl was delirious because of dehydration and lack of food, barely able to ask for help when the time came for it. The villagers, naturally, pitied her and treated her the best they could. It took a week for the girl to come to her senses (sort of); when she did, she was horrified. The girl told the villagers a terrible tale of a curse that had befallen on her, and how she had tried to reach the great city of Salintu in the east to lift it. Sobbing, the girl exclaimed it was now too late, and not only her but the villagers as well would face horrible deaths soon enough. The villagers hated to be impolite to someone who had barely survived a trip trough the desert, but upon hearing her story they couldn't help laughing. The city of Salintu, they explained, had been in ruins for centuries; it was only a pile of barren rocks now, and there was no cure to be found there. Also, to the habitants of Emerald Cliff notions of curses and magic were foreing; to them such things were nothing but myths and superstition. Sorry for the poor gal, they explained her that her story was likely nothing more than hallucinations caused by the heat of the sun. Doubtful at first, it didn't ultimately take long for the girl to become convinced that it had really been so. With a burden lifted from her heart, she began working for the villagers to pay back her debts so she could leave bact to her home town. Disaster, however, was already stalking at the horizon. Slowly misfortune creeped into Emerald Cliff, taking various forms as it went on its way. Fishers at the lake got increasingly poor hauls, the water of the village's wells became sour and salty, and finally dark grey thunder clouds blocked the rays of the sun, months earlier than expected. The villagers, however, weren't yet worried; such things had happened in the past, it was only slightly unusual for them to happen now. The foreigner was more troubled, but didn't say anything, not wanting to bother the villagers with her "superstition". Then her day of departure came, and all went straight to hell. She got up early in the morning, way before her hosts. Not wanting to wake them up, she packed her equipment and sneaked out of their house queitly, setting her course back to south and west where her home lied. Not long after, her screams of pain awoke those she had tried to spare, and her hosts rushed out to see what had happened to their guest. Seemingly suffering from fits of an illness, she was lying hunched on the ground, sweating and screeching in pain. Startled, the villagers carried her back in and again treated her to the extent of their abilities, but this time their attempts were in vain. The girl died, and, mourning silently, the villagers buried her at their cemetery. Instincts told them something wasn't right, but it was but a feeling; it offered no knowledge of how to act. The villagers went to their homes, troubled but hoping for a better tomorrow. Still, dark clouds hung over the earth and their minds, leeching way their normal happiness and joy. Day later, it began to rain. The storm was worst seen in a decade. The wind ripped palms from the ground, causing them to fall over houses and fences; the rain caused the lake to flood and the streets turned into rivers of mud, making working outside practically impossible. Much of the village's live stock went missing, stripping some of the villagers from their property and way of living. Fortunately, the rain only lasted for a week. The sun peeked trough the dark clouds and rebuilding of the villagers' homes could begin. Of course, they knew such a sudden change in weather was wrong, on some level, but at the moment they were just happy for the storm to end. Still, some of them couldn't push the nagging doubt in their minds away any longer, and began going trough the first words of the dead foreigner. A curse, that was what they were going through. And when the Demon arrived, the told their thoughts to everyone. And so the day came for the villagers to plan their next step to the future... --- It was night, but no-one was sleeping. All the villagers had gathered in their village's temple, one of the few buildings that had been left almost undamaged by the storm. One could see flickering lights of torches burning from the windows, with a shadow of someone standing up occasionally blocking the view. Ilumas lurked in the shadows and listened to the frightened chatter of the villagers gathered to solve the problem they were facing. Little they know of their fate the demon pondered as it quietly circled around the temple. For a passing moment, it looked at the face of a small children peeking out from the light, but when their eyes met the demon scurried off, leaving only a hint of movement for the child to catch. The boy peered into the darkness with uncustomized eyes, blinked a few times to see better, and then drew his head back in. "Mommy, I saw it! I saw the demon!" the child shouted. "Oh, don't scare me like that, Eliah. Everyone knows such a creature would never come near this place!" his mother snarked back, but her voice reeked of uncertainty and lies. In the dark, the demon smirked. And to think that just a month ago she would have sworn there were no gods or devils in this world, the demon thought and chuckled. How could she be so certain of divine protection now? That there were demons didn't necessarily mean there were angels too... I wonder what they're up to, Ilumas thought when he again crept closer to the temple. Had the villagers listened to Alicia, or had they just ignored her sayings as superstitious humbug? Much to its chagrin, the demon had no idea. But it didn't really matter now, did it? They were all doomed anyway... [ Friday, April 04, 2008 03:42: Message edited by: saunders ] -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 1 2008 07:52
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Link to the In Character topic. Summary: your characters are people who have been tasked to lift the curse from their home village. Mine is a monster who'll do everything to make their lives a living hell. Special rules for this roleplay are: - if one of the players does not post IC in two weeks, his character is free game. In other words, I can kill it if it suits my whim. - alternatively, if I don't post any IC in two weeks, all players who did in the meantime get one save for their characters. In other words, they can escape the first rule for once if they wish to. - the RP is deemed over when one or several of the following conditions are met: 1) No-one posts any IC in six weeks, 2) all characters expect for mine are dead and/or 3) your characters reach Salintu and manage to lift the curse. All players whose characters are still alive are called to write "and they lived happily ever after" posts for their characters. I will finish whatever conflict is left unresolved in co-operation with proper players. - Stories don't like loose ends. Thus, all players are obliged to write an ending post for their characters when they die or the RP ends. - To make the previous rule work, among other reasons, all players should keep a constant watch over their Private messages. If you're planning something with someone, DO NOT spoil the surprise by posting "Check your PM!" messages here. Also, all normal rules for roleplaying also apply: no god-modding, no controlling or killing other people's character without their permission (I'm the sole expection) and no double posting. As general pieces of advice, don't hoard minor characters, don't plan too far ahead and don't cram your posts with too many events. Give others some room to breathe. Information on my character: Name: Villagers collectively refer to it as "the Demon". Description: The Demon was first sighted seven days ago by a goat herder trying to shelter his livestock from the storm. He described the Demon as a "tall, black man with talons of an eagle, fangs of a wolf and eyes that glowed like the deepest pits of hell". The herder couldn't help running away in terror, and his beloved animals scattered in the rain and were possibly eaten by the terror he saw. Later on, many people have seen nightmares of a hooded man watching over the village from the hill that is its namesake, mocking its citizens with a harsh, metallic sound. Some still doubt its presence, but the fear around them is very real; the devil might exist only in the mind, but that doesn't make it any less dangerous... Other qualities: I'll leave them for you to find out... Lastly, some fitting music... --- Here is the timeline for our story: Day -X: Talbot sets on his journey. Morning of day 1: Michael arrives near Emerald Cliff. Noon of day 1: Shamgar is sent to Emerald Cliff. Jeran crash-lands. Jeran is helped to the village. Evening of day 1: Shamgar falls from his boats and wakes up in Emerald Cliff. Michael comes to a river that blocks his route to Emerald Cliff. He sets a camp at night fall. Night of day 1: the demon eavesdrops near the temple area. Demarkus attends the gathering. Morning of day 2: Demarkus tries to sell his wares to some fisherman. The demon stands on Emerald Cliff and watches the people around it. Alex wakes up and sees how the desert has turned into a bog around him. Jeran is summoned to the village chief. Michael wakes up and continues to search a way to cross the river. Noon of day 2: The demon loiters in the temple district and spooks one of the priests. Alex still wanders around in the desert. Jeran concludes his negotiations with the village chief and is sent on his way. Demarkus travels to the temple grounds. Michael arrives in Emerald Cliff. Talbot reaches a smaller settlement some way off from the main town. Evening of day 2: the demon goes to lurk in the shadows, waiting for the second gathering. Demarkus converses with the priests of Emerald Cliff. Talbot arrives in the town and starts to follow Michael around. By the strange workings of fate, Al and Davion also find their way to the village meeting. Shamgar eavesdrops the meeting, but is knocked unconcscious by (who? Talbot). Davion leaves the meeting to find news about Alicia. The night between day 2 and 3: The demon wanders around in the village cemetery and digs up Alicia's grave. Jeran gets himself eaten by, well, something. Early morning of day 3: The demon sneaks into an old woman's hut to steal some dagger, but gets caught while doing so. Noon of day 3: Al, Michael and Demarkus gather near the old obelisk of the temple grounds. I don't need you to write your post in chronological order, but it will be helpful if you mention the time of the day at some points of your posts. I'll be updating this post as new events crop up. You are free to correct any errors I might make. [ Sunday, April 06, 2008 09:28: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 1 2008 04:42
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Here's a map of my home area. The red dot is my house, the bluish dot is my access to internet. It's amazing how accurate maps you can find from such middle-of-nowhere places like this. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 1 2008 04:32
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quote:Nope. In the case I originated in someones imagination, I'm a part of that entity's personality and world-view. The fact that it bothered to make a simulation of me proves I'm of some significance to it. Plus, I won't really be gone even after the dream ends, just like a "real" person doesn't just cease to exist at the point of death; what I was, was perceived to be, and are remembered to have been still affects the entity that created me. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, February 27 2008 07:59
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"Have you ever wondered why life is such a sad business? Well, it's because God is an artist, and all true art is angsty.What, it still doesn't make sense to you? Don't worry, true art is incomprehensible as well!" - Me. Other people might have said something similar in the past, but I'm not yet aware of them. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, February 22 2008 10:21
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I recently finished Ian McDonald's Scissors cut paper wrap stone. Now I'm browsing through random "how to create your character" threads on Ninja RPG forums. -------------------- Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
