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written Friday, September 7 2007 02:08
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To help people work with Fort Amity, I made a picture out of it:  Dimensions for the fort walls (brown) are roughly 220' x 200'. One sleeping cabin is about 40' x 20'. The scale isn't exact as the the picture was made with MS paint. Each of the sleeping quarters is meant to house ~30 men, but currently the situation is a bit different. Building number 1 houses about 40 men, where as the other occupied by the rookies has only 10 inhabitants. In addition to rookies, the fort has about 20 staff members (not all are official military personnel). There are probably more rookies on the way to the fort. It might be that Jussi has to clean building number 5 as well. I'll be adding new details in IC, and in OOC if necessary. I'll try to answer questions you might come up with. [ Friday, September 07, 2007 02:11: 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 Friday, September 7 2007 00:56
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Building of Fort Amity first began some nine years ago, four years before the Iron Farse. Originally it was meant to be only an extension to the older garrison residing north-east of Somala (some 5 miles from Fort Amity), a training place for new soldiers and so forth. For the first years of its existence, it remained largely unused, with only a dozen soldiers and few civilians keeping it running. Varis was called to lead it few months before the problems began. He remembered how he had stepped through the sturdy iron doors (the only decently-built part of the fort), ready to take care of his new positions. Seems like a nice place. Shouldn't be too hard keeping this place runnin', he had thought back then. Oh, how wrong he had been! With a sour expression on his face, Varis shuffled to his tent. Originally, Varis had used a small cabinet in the kitchen building as his office. During his first year as the fort manager, that cozy little room had been more than enough. Then, the Iron Farse had happened, and suddenly Jussi's near-empty fort was flooding with rookies, messengers, bureaucrats and what-not. His old office had soon become so cramped with paperwork that he could barely close the door. Nowadays it worked only as an archive for old records and correspondence. Snarling his teeth, Jussi sat upon a box containing brass lanterns and began looking through recent messages piled upon another storagebox. Most of the information wasn't very usefull to him. Knowledge about new rookies or problems at the old garrison were important, but what the heck would he need market prices of religious idols for? Sighing, Jussi separated meaningfull records from the pile and stuffed the rest into a fireplace built to the center of the tent. They'd come in handy later. He was about to rise up and leave when one of his rookies stumbled into the tent. "What is it, got yer bunks cleaned already?" Varis asked. "Uh, no sir", the rookie said. "There's, uh, a messenger at the gates. Says he has something to tell you. Should I bring him here or...?" "Nah, I'll come with ye. Was about to leave anyway", Varis replied and rose up. "Besides, I've got training in schedule. Gotta get the boys runnin'..." -------------------- 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, September 2 2007 07:05
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There is some already in the end of the beginning post of the IC topic. Look carefully, it is there... [ Sunday, September 02, 2007 07:06: 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, September 2 2007 07:03
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For the record, I keep my mental chaos in check by channeling it to create fictional characters and imaginary worlds. Nowadays I've been spitting out these creations in the form of role playing. Welding is also fun, but I can't do that at home, so... -------------------- 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, September 2 2007 06:46
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Ooh! We have players! And those characters look nice too. Seems like a fine beginning to me. So, what if someone would write some IC? For Safey: if you *really* want to play as a janitor of the imperial palace, use your wits to come up with some connection to Somala. Maybe your character uses to eavesdrop big, political plans, and thus stays connected to our characters? If you can come up with something good, at least I can accept your 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 Thursday, August 30 2007 22:20
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Just to note, I'm also leaving for camping today, and won't be able to write untill sunday evening. If wanted or needed, I can post details of Somala and Fort Amity in OOC, but I'd better like to give them in IC. I'll wait untill some more players show up, though. -------------------- 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, August 30 2007 08:55
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I know one possible explanation for the correlation between insanity and insanity. According to a theory I've heard, two big aspects of human intellect are mental chaos and information processing capability. The latter means raw power to analyze the data that floods into the conscious mind, and should be pretty obvious, so I'll concentrate on the former. You see, the brain to varying degrees filters the raw data the senses collect and only lets a certain amount to the conscious mind. High mental chaos means that the conscious mind is constantly filled with new ideas and observations, where as low mental chaos means the brain filter data efficiently and nothing "excess" is let to the conscious mind. Now, a person with high processing ability but low mental chaos will be a quick learner (as someone is pointing things to him) and efficient in doing whatever he concentrates on, but in the same time he isn't very observing and is poor at coming up with ideas of his own. A person who has low mental chaos and also low processing capability is going to be very singleminded, a slow learner and generally a bit dull. In turn, a person with high mental chaos and low processing capability will, obviously, become insane, as his mind will be flooded with new ideas and connections but he doesn't have the ability to tell which ideas are sensible and which conncetions are real. A genius is a person who has high mental chaos... and also the capability to process it. They will observe things normal people do not and they will see connections other people do not, but they can also tell which of their ideas are worthwile. However, as past geniusses have proven, the balance is delicate; it doens't take much to slip from brilliant to paranoid. -------------------- 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, August 30 2007 08:12
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In my view, if there is a satan, making people to believe in one, arbitrary writing as the absolute truth would be just his way of working. Why? Well, I see God as the whole formed of everything, and we can't really claim we know him until we have gathered all part-truths and assembled them into one. I define hell as "absence from God", which in this case means missing the big picture, curling to a ball and clinging to your own little part-truth even when there's a whole world waiting outside. There isn't any inherently evil about it (I just can't think of God or satan as "good" or "evil" in any sense I can grasp), but in the long run it may turn hazardous. -------------------- 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, August 30 2007 07:47
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They are? Explain, I'm curious about this. I don't get to learn all the nuances here in vocational institute, you know... -------------------- 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, August 30 2007 07:44
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Remember to read the OOC first! --- For centuries, Aesinian Kingdom and the Meher Empire have been living in peace. Trade has flourished, and this has brought both of the nations great prosperity. Great advancements have been made in the fields of arts and science, and even despite their vast physical and mental differences, people have gotten along well. However, even good things aren't ment to last. During several past decades, problems have began to rise: Finang Carnesir, the king who has guided the aesinian people for almost a century now, has lately become increasingly frail and senile. As he has been losing the ability to co-ordinate his kingdom, the general of his army, Aurean Rauthrond, has hoarded power to himself, and this has had grave consequences. Aurean is a cold, calculative bastard, who tolerates humans only because their money keeps his kindom running. He has constantly increased tariffs collected from human merchants, build up the strength of the aesinian army and frequently insulted imperial administrators for their inefficiency in keeping smuggling and other illegal actions near the border in check. The Empire, in all its might, didn't care too much about this, untill Aurean made a particularly nasty decision: he stopped supplying the Empire with iron, demanding humans to pay much higher prices for this valuable resource than they had in the past. The Empire, which had been expanding its territory in the east, south and beyond the ocean, didn't take too well on this; its imperialistic goals required huge amounts of iron, and submitting to Aurean's sudden whim greatly hampered their economy. In respect for the long-running friendship of the two nations, Daniel Faltrast III, the last emperor, decided not to take any immediate actions 'cause of the matter, but ever since the relations of the two nations have been growing colder... Bad politics of the two countries are best reflected on their border: huge amounts of new troops have been deployed to the border, and new bureucratic instructions about crossing it have made the lives of normal tradesmen a horrible pain. The upkeep of the soldiers often falls to ordinary peasants, who usually aren't very happy about it as new recruits often lack in the way of manners. Although generally illegal activities have decreased, many lowlives are coming up with new, nasty ways to profit from the situation, and this is bound to cause many uncomfortable consequences for the common folk. One place, in particular, has taken a big hit. The city of Somala has officially always been two towns, as the border splits it from the middle. However, before this was never evident in the life of ordinary people living there; neighbours happily fetched water from the same well, regardless of which side of the border it officially belonged to. Humans and aesins lived together, worked together, had fun together, and sometimes even married each other! Not anymore: the human side of the city was given orders to treat all aesinian people living on that side of the border as illegal immigrants, which resulted in many people being driven away from their homes. Military presence in the area has been heavily increased, and this has led to many akward situations as the new soldiers don't have the same feelings of kinship the old inhabitants do... All in all, the athmosphere is tense, and the situation is only getting worse as the high-ranking politcians and officers continue supplying the town council with arbitrary orders and commands. Most people in town still hope that the situation may be salvaged, but the chance of that happening is lessening every moment... --- It was a cold, spring morning. Last bits of melting snow were sliding off from the shaggily build log walls of Fort Amity. Outside those same walls, Jussi Varis wandered around aimlessly, admiring the scenery while chewing a piece of salted meat. What a start for my day, he pondered. One can almost forget how screwed up things are around here. Fort Amity... once, he had liked the name. Nowadays, its irony caused him to chuckle grimly. How differently things had once been... Suddenly, a distant voice of blowing horns alerted him. Was about time, he pondered, and waited for a whistle to answer the call from within his fort. That didn't happen. Jussi waited and waited, but the fort remained silent. Gah. What now?, he wondered and snuck back in through a particularly wide gap in the fort wall. After that he quickly headed for the sleeping quarters of his new rookies. "I'm gonna flay those slackers", he muttered and took another bite of his breakfast. What the hell is wrong with those city boys anyway? Didn't their mommies teach them to wake up early? Knowing that the answer was "no" didn't really help his bad mood. Opening the door of the shaggily build log building serving as a the sleeping place for new recruits, Jussi took a quick look around. Excluding the few guys who were snoring loudly, it was cozily still and silent. Jussi aimed his angry stare on the nightwatch, a boy barely fifteen years old, who was sitting on his chair, naturally, fast asleep, the aforementioned whistle hanging from his neck. The sandglasses he should've been watching had all run out of sand. "Just freakin' beautiful", Jussi muttered, and then leaned towards the sleeping watchman. "Wake up, mommy's gonna make pancakes for breakfast", he whispered with a ridiculously high-pitched tone. The watch sluggishly opened his eyes and first fixed his eyes on the empty sandglasses; "Is my shift over already?" he asked. "I could say so", Jussi snarled from behind him. When the boy recognized the voice the shock caused him to fell off of his chair. "I-i'm so sorry, boss...eh, sir", the boy muttered as he quickly stumbled up. "I-i think I fell asleep..." "No kiddin'", Jussi replied, snarling his teeth. "Now, fulfill yer duty and wake those other slackers up. We don't have all day." The boy, shaking nervously, lifted the whistle up to his lips and blew with all his strenght. For a few seconds, a sharp, shrilling noise filled the building. The sleeping soldiers didn't even twitch. Dissatisfied, Jussi walked to the middle of the bunks and sleeping bags, kicking up one of the snorers in the process. "Hey, what are ye do-" the rookie began, but shut his mouth when he saw who had woken him up. He then turned to look at the nightwatch, who just shrugged and gave an apologizing smile to him. "WAKE UP, MONKEYBOYS!" Varis barked, disregarding the fact that most of the rookies had no idea what a monkey was. This time, though, the reaction was what he had expected. The surprised soldiers hurriedly threw away their blankets and bags and stumbled to their feet. Jussi walked around, poking few of the rookies who still hadn't got the hint. "One of ye fell asleep during watch" he began after every single soldier had gotten up. "That's right. We're going to do some running today. After ye have first cleaned this hovel from floor to teh freakin' ceiling. MOVE!" After listening to the choir of "Yessirs!", Varis turned his back to his recruits and left them to their chores. He had things of his own to do. "And I thought this job'd be easy", he muttered while limping toward the tent working as his office... -------------------- 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, August 30 2007 07:41
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Yuippee, another roleplay! In contrast to the epicness of Legends of Divinity, I now present you... well, something different. I hope people are interested. Remember to read the rules care fully! --- OOC: The rules for this RP are: - No killing off or controlling other people's characters without their permission. - Don't double post. If you need to add something to an existing post, that's what the edit button's for. - Keep your character's power level within reasonable limits! We are not going to play super-heroes here! Applies for political power also. - Don't hoard minor characters! It's fine to take an outside look of your character if you feel like it, but if your main character has strong personality and good thematical backbone, you can get along fine with only him. - Keep focus on Somala and its events! Getting our characters too widespread will make it hard to advance the story. - The tech-level of the RP world is low. Crossbows (no repeaters) and catapults are about as advanced as it goes, most of the military is supplied with iron swords, ordinary longbows etc. NO aircraft, explosives (flaming jars of oil are okay, if it gets down to it) or machineguns. - Magic level for this RP is also low. Both of the armies consist only of melee-weapon infantry, cavalry, archery and some siege weaponry. There are no battle-magicians or huge, lumbering warbeasts! Keep them out of this RP! Applies for "miracle-medicine" also; if your character gets wounded, he'll have to heal the ordinary way. - This is not as much of a rule as it is reminder: this is not a combat-oriented roleplay. This isn't about fighting, it's about how bad politics step on the toes of ordinary people. Plan and develop your character accordingly. There's nothing wrong in playing an ordinary peasant for a change. - You are free to come up with new political humbug and orders, but I and Drakey hold the final say about the grand political schemes of the two nations. I moderate the kingdom and he watches over the empire. If we say something you wrote is too much, well, then it is too much! And you ought to listen. And as final bits of advice: don't plan too far ahead! Everything you're scheming may be spoiled by the next post. Improvisation isn't that hard, ye know. Also, leave others some room to breathe. Don't stuff your posts with too many events, or other people will have hard time reacting to them. Long posts are fine, as long as they have actual content and fill the previous requirement. Oh, and don't get too bogged down in describing one day; one or two posts are enough for 24 hours, unless something really interesting is going on. Pieces of background information that will come in handy: About aesins and their kindom: Aesins are similar in build to ordinary humans, but there are some oddities in their physique that are worth mentioning: their eyes are generally much larger, and tend to glow slightly in the dark. Yellow and orange are perfectly normal eye-colors for them, although humans find this a bit unnerving. In the past, southern people thought that aesins were demons because of this. These eyes let aesins see much better in dark than humans would. Aesins also have larger ears, which are often operated during childhood in such way that they grow to be pointed. This is not the natural state of their body, as many humans believe, just a product of custom. Aesinian hearing isn't significantly better than that of a human's, but they do hear some voices which are too high for humans to notice. Aesins have much less body and facial hair than humans do. However, their skin is thicker, thougher and generally a better heat insulator, to allow them to survive in the harsh north. Aesinian archers are fabled for their ability with the longbow, but this is purely a matter of training; they have no magical connection to their weapons whatsoever. Actually, many human archers are much more capable than them, but common people often forget this when enthrilled by the old tales. Many human myths tell aesins to be immortal and immune to diseases. These are just that: myths. It is true that aesins are immune to many diseases that plague humans, but there are also many illnesses that are harmfull to them even though they have no effect whatsoever to humans. Aesins are a longlived race, with the average age of dying being around hundred-and-ten years (compare: human males of the empire, fourty years, females, fifty-five), but this longevity brings them a whole new set of problems that humans do not have to worry about. Overpopulation and insufficient food supplies have usually portrayed much bigger threats to aesinian societies than those of humans. Aesins tend to think much more about their future than humans do, and usually take much more time to ponder different situations. They are unwilling to take risk, and are extremely reluctant to harm their kinsmen; this is probably why riots and rebels are so scarce in aesinian history. The Kindom is much older nation than the Meher Empire; it still has records from time when humans were a scattered bunch, fighting against each other in petty conflicts of supremacy. Well, actually the Empire still fights petty conflicts of supremacy, they just tend to be of larger scale. It should be noted, though, that the Kingdom has already passed its cultural highpoint; quality of new buildings is pathetic compared to the old ones, and there was a nation-wide "back to the forest" motion active several decades before the problems began. Aesins used to have a complex, polytheistic hierarchy of gods, with several huge temples built for the most notable ones, but the people of the kindom have been slowly abandoning this system and its greedy priesthood; of the newer religions, a simple, monotheistic faith based around the Goddess of Earth and Forest, Mirva, is gaining ground amongst the ordinary folk. It is widely acknowledged that Aurean is a supporter of this religion, and this has caused some high-standing nobles to dislike him, but no-one has yet acted against him because of this. About aesinian army: During the centuries of peace, the Kingdom maintained only several regiments of well-trained soldiers; these soldiers mainly helped the Empire in its wars of expansion, but Aurean quickly withdrew them back to the Kingdom after rising to his current position. He quickly deployed these veterans to train new arrow-fodder for his army. Currently, the aesinian army has strenght of only one division, but more people are dragged to its ranks every moment. Most of these soldiers are very young on aesinian standards, the average age being thirty years. One would be hard-pressed to find significantly older aesins in the army, as elder aesins are usually very pacifistic in nature. Aurean knows this, and has went to great troubles to ensure that his troops will be able to fight if the time comes. Heavy use of propaganda is common in the aesin ranks. About the Empire and its people: Meher Empire is vast, and thus contains a wide variety of people. Humans living near the Kingdom tend to have pale complexion and blonde hair, but overall the standard seems to be light-brown complexion and brown or black hair. Northern people are often said to have aesinian blood running through their veins; this used to be a compliment, but nowadays it's gaining more and more negative shades. If things continue to develop in the current vein, it's only a matter of time when northerlings and half-breeds will face serious discrimination. The people who live near the border are hard working, living mostly of agriculture. Thus, they are strong and tough, and used to getting up early. This does not apply to citydwellers, who have tendency to be, if not weaker, at least much lazier. They are often better fed and healthy, though. Meher Empire is rather barbaric as a whole, with only its capital and few other, big cities shining as beacons of advancement. However, development is steady, and the Empire might become the greatest culture of the future world, if it doesn't fall apart because of internal conflicts first. Religion has traditionally held a small part in the lives of imperial people, but this has been changing during recent years; to help advance its imperialistic goals, the current emperor declared the cult of the War God, Throg, as the state religion. Other religions are still strong, but they are slowly losing popularity to this new competitor. About the imperial army: As is, the Empire is fighting a multi-front war in the south and east. Thus, it could deploy only small portion of its military strength against the aesins, but considering size of the Empire, it would still be well enough to deal with them. However, the current Emperor is not too keen on stopping his war of expansion, since doing so would leave its back open to much worse threats than the aesins currently are. However, after the "Iron farse", as it's now called, the public is, in increasing amounts, demanding that the they should be "wiped from the face of earth". (It should be noted that imperial rulers are much more vulnerable to assasination than aesinian ones.) Most military forces near the border are currently consisting of local people, who have lived near the aesins for too long to really dislike them. However, in the imperial army discipline is harsh, and if it comes to it, fear of punishment alone is likely to hold the ranks together. There are currently 3 separate regiments near the border of the Kingdom, but if need be, the Empire has countless more to expend. Military ranks for both armies follow normal order (blame my lack of imagination), which, from top to bottom, is: General, brigadier, colonel, lieutenant colonel, major, captain, lieutenant, warrant officer, sergeant, corporal, private. --- My character: Name: Jussi Varis Rank & Occupation: Warrant Officer, practically in charge of Fort Amity. Description: Varis is a robust, middle-aged man of average height, being around 5'9" tall and weighing roughly 165 pounds. He is currently dressed in a traditional blue-and-green uniform of the imperial army, and is armed with a scimitar-like sword common to imperial officers. He wears a black wool cap and an orange wool scarf around his neck and hides his left eye with blue scarf; rookies often speculate why, but no-one really knows. Varis himself claims it's purely a matter of style. Jussi hasn't shaved in a while so most of what is visible of his face is covered by a shaggy, black beard. Jussi has a certain aura of drowsiness surrounding him, often causing new recruits to not take him seriously. They are often shocked when he starts barking orders with his rasp, metallic (and overtly loud) voice. Background: Although it's sometimes hard to remember (even to himself), Varis is a born somalan. However, he has spent most of his life abroad, mainly in military occupations. He briefly served in the southern border wars, and has lots of weird tales to tell from that time. He retired from army in the age of 35, but was called back six years ago to look over the new training camp of Fort Amity, residing three miles south of Somala. He was given the task because of his experience and the fact that other capable officers were lacking from the area back then. That has unfortunately changed. During his little time as a civilian, Jussi has spent most of his time as a carpenter (he never was very good at that), trying to make a living for himself and his family. Nowadays that problem is kinda solved, as Jussi himself puts it; his two sons have scattered to the world and he doesn't know a whole lot of their doings anymore. His wife died of "winter fever", a nasty epidemic that plagued the area four years ago. Only his daughter still resides in Somala, and she's more than old enough to hold on her own. Jussi still visits her semi-regularly, though. Being 47 years old, Jussi is well past his prime. He has managed to stay strong and healthy by hard training and, especially in his violent past, by sheer dumb luck. He has gained some extra weight around the waist lately, though, but that's just healthy for a strong, active male. Jussi has great profiency with swords, staves, bows and other martial equipment. It's bit of a necessity, considering his current job. Although Meher empire currently has cold relations with the aesins, Varis really can't make himself hate them. He grew in Somala and many of his best friends were aesins. Many of those fellows are still alive, although most have moved away from Somala during their adult lives. After his childhood, Varis didn't have many bonds with his town of birth, as he was nearly always on the move with the military. After his retirement he began to re-establish those bonds, but we know full-well what happened then. -------------------- 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, August 30 2007 05:25
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That depends on the quality of their eccentrism... As a nice fact, genes that can expose to scithzophrenia (however that word is spelled) have stayed among human population because they come with some nice resistances towards diseases. -------------------- 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, August 30 2007 04:42
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My view is simple: bible is a message about God, but its from men to other men, not from God to men. Some writers of the bible were certainly enlightened bunch, with grand ideas of the world, but that only lifts bible's value to the level of other philosophical and religious texts. It contains some truth, yes, but does it hold more of it than, say, the Quran or Veda scriptures? "No" is my answer. [ Thursday, August 30, 2007 04:42: 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 Thursday, August 30 2007 04:34
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I've concluded that geniuses of all sorts are wackos to varying degrees. What separates them from ordinary lunatics is that they have enough brain-power to deal with their hallucinations. Sometimes barely, but still. -------------------- 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, August 29 2007 05:44
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Hrrmph. Better late then never. I hope my post is okay with Eph and Dinty. -------------------- 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, August 29 2007 05:42
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Ironically, only a few hundred yards away from the temple Marras was skulking near the edges of the now-silent battlefield. Hah. Only eleven years, and my search is already complete! Patience truly pays off!, he thought while he crept towards the temple building. Then, suddenly, a growling sound stopped him. "And just what the heck are you?", the voice asked. Slowly, Marras turned to see what or who was behind him. It didn't really please him. How come I didn't sense that... thing, he wondered, although the answer was obvious; Sliross was radiating such amounts of lifeforce that it totally drowned all, weaker signals. Almost unnerved, Marras stared at the steel dragon that had crept behind him. It shook its fiery mane and stretched its neck towards the death god; stench of burning iron drifted from behind its teeth (not that Marras could really notice). "I'm, eh, a god of death. Pleased to meet you", Marras replied. Some of his strings that had still been occupied with collecting souls slithered to their master and wrapped themselves around his body. "And you are?" "A god of war", The dragon replied, and breathed some hot smoke towards the bloodstained ragdoll it was facing. "Why are you here?" "Um, doing my job, I suppose", Marras replied. He had noticed the dragon was carrying a huge stone hammer. It didn't really ease his position. Akward silence filled the air after his words. Even in the surrounding chaos, the situation had a certain, comical feel to it. My sense of humor is becoming as twisted as my rank in natural order, Marras wondered, before remembering that death was amongst the most common and ordinary events of the natural word. A cold breeze blew through the temple yard, causing the flames of the dragon's mane to flicker. Finally, probably because of boredom, the dragon broke the silence. "I'm looking for an elder god", it muttered with an uncertain, but nonetheless imposing, tone, "Do you happen to be one?" Relieved, Marras shook his head. So you're after the same thing as me, eh?, he pondered before a change in the world around him alerted him. "Nope... but one of them is", he replied and pointed his hand (which was slowly resuming its white color) towards the main temple building. Two figures had just floated out of it. "Hey, over here!" Marras shouted, although he only managed to produce a faint hiss. The dragon, however, corrected this flaw, letting out a truly magnificent roar (accompanied by a small burst of flame). The floating figures noticed this, and started approaching the two, equally strange figures standing on the ground. Boldened by this, Marras began walking towards the landing gods, eager to salute them. He didn't pay much attention to the dragon, which was slowly withering away. Its stone weapon crumbled to pebbles and its mane and wings evaporated to the wind, leaving behind barely noticeable trails of smoke. Its steel scales dropped to the ground, leaving behind a short, exhausted warrior dressed in battered armor blackened by the fiery spells of the demonkind. What the heck is going on, Esekijah wondered as she eyed her surroundings... -------------------- 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, August 17 2007 00:04
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I'll make a pair of gloves out of my dog once it dies. -------------------- 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, August 16 2007 00:12
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I hava a dog, a black Lapland's shepherd with white underbelly and golden legs. It also has reddish-brown mane and eyeglass markings around it's eyes. We named it Piki, but I more often call a dog, a wolf or simply an idiot. It's lazy when it should be active and active when I'm trying to sleep. Should've spent more attention to training it when it was young. Nowadays it's five or six years old. It's cuddly and relatively well-behaving, and generally nice to have around. Makes the best pillow in the world, at least until it gets bored and decides to walk away. -------------------- 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, August 15 2007 04:54
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I haven't read any good fiction in a long time. Or, well, I have, but it's been so long when I last went "WOW!" that I can't even remember that occasion. Truly imaginative literature is starting to be hard to find. -------------------- 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, August 15 2007 04:46
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I'm going to post something this friday. So hurry up, Eph, if you don't want to lose your turn. Esekijah and Marras are both coming towards the temple (in some way or another), by the way. -------------------- 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, August 13 2007 04:32
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Me too! Me too!  -------------------- 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, July 27 2007 08:33
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In my opinion, the fact that so many people need and/or want to believe in some higher power is the only thing that even slightly resembles proof that some God or gods exists. [ Friday, July 27, 2007 08:44: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, July 27 2007 08:27
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quote:Even two persons from the same family can be unable to fully comprehend each other, even if they're both religious or not. So the answer's definitely yes. However, there are multitudes of different religious and non-religious mindsets, and it can greatly vary how and why their perspectives differ. The question might even be related to the question of what separates geniusses from ordinary people or liers from honest ones. But then again, this doesn't really have much to do with Europa. Back to the topic of social decay. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, July 27 2007 04:56
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quote:I managed to get my family to the "no-visit" list by opening the door once dressed in Airsoft combat gear. Complete with a darth-vaderish mask and some fake machetes. I felt really sorry for the old pal behind the door, I really wasn't expecting any stranger to pass by that day... -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, July 26 2007 08:42
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quote:I really hope there was such thing. Getting a glance of the whole is worth of losing your sanity... ...wait, what sanity? -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |