Profile for Sir David
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| Displayed name | Sir David |
| Member number | 919 |
| Title | Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! |
| Postcount | 3351 |
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| Registered | Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, September 19 2005 18:48
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Until I listened to the English version, I thought they actually were singing "Massive Igauna"... I'm not a fan of that style of music, but she has a greeat (if oddly used) voice. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, September 18 2005 19:10
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quote:His own awareness, yes, I'll grant you that. Honestly, I think I'd get extremely depressed watching TV (ABC exclusively, I believe) for that long. Even working with children whose futures are measured in months would be more cheering. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, September 18 2005 19:02
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All semblance of not posting solely for the sake of posting and therefore getting on "the list" is gone... this can't be good... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, September 17 2005 22:32
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I'm sure most of you have read about the man who watched TV for 70 hours "straight". As an infrequent viewer of television in general, I'm not really impressed. What gets me, though, is the last part of that: quote:Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't there better things one can do for children with 70 hours of one's life? Like, instead of sitting on a couch in the spotlight, becoming famous for the sake of "suffering children", couldn't he have volunteered at a local children's hospital, or, I don't know, raised money instead of awareness? I mean, if I were dying of an incurable disease, for instance, I wouldn't complain about getting awareness, but I'd trade it for research money without a second thought. Awareness of suffering children? Christ, why didn't I think of that? All I'd have to do is go out on a street corner and yell "Somewhere in the world, children are suffering! Please help them to make up for my utter lack of doing so!" Compare the number of people who have heard of this new record to the number of people who will take it to heart and, indeed, suddenly become aware of suffering children and act to help them. Honestly, how many people are going to see that and think anything more than 'Oh, that's nice of him, the poor things'? The man is either a fool or an attention whore. He'll help himself far more than he'll help children. The fact that he's so widely known and respected for this boggles my mind. Jeffrey Rowland agrees, by the way. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, September 17 2005 21:59
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I'm sure some of them did. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, September 17 2005 12:58
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 -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, September 16 2005 18:59
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Definitely. I can't get it to work, for some reason. It doesn't work on any browser on my Mac, nor Internet Explorer on a PC at school. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, September 15 2005 18:05
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Maybe hell? I mean, if old Lucifer's keeping up with the times, he's probably through with the snake pits. That kind of thing gets old after a while. I wouldn't be surprised if he's chaining the lazy to hard couches and forcing them to watch anime again and again until they willing tear their eyes from the sockets. If you're into anime, though, it might be kind of fun in the meantime. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 13 2005 19:15
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quote:The man's a genius. If I had the chance to be able to get away with doing nothing, I'd take it in a heartbeat. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 13 2005 19:11
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Seems not everyone has such a literal sense of honor... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 13 2005 18:44
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To verbally acknowledge human beauty is not shallow. If you had met her in person, SupaNik, and had come away with little more than that impression, that would be shallow. But how much can you tell from a studio photograph? To describe anything but her beauty based solely on what you knew, in fact, would have been far more shallow. That said, I'm not really a fan of electronic/pop/country. Her voice isn't bad, admittedly, but I'm not at all sure I like her style. Still, though, I wouldn't turn down any offer to meet a Grammy winner, let alone Rebecca St. James. Why is it that she looks so different from all her other pictures in the one with the cowboy hat? -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 13 2005 16:49
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quote:AHHHH MY EYES!!! -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| The Mountain of Shadows RP in General | |
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written Monday, September 12 2005 19:45
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The dark cloak rose and fell rapidly, regularly, pressed to her breast by the icy gale. She raced through the grey, twisted tree husks, by the occasional burst of vervant but hostile coniferous green, over the earth entombed in ice and stone, the cold air filling her lungs and driving sharp pains deep into her body. Panting, she drew the cloak tighter, fought the wind for it, gave up. The mountain knew her purpose, and pushed her back with all its majestic might; whether out of malice or benevolence, she neither knew nor cared. Not daring to pause for fear of being unable to move again, she traced her path relentlessly out of the forest and what little protection it offered. A path she had, indeed, for as she'd suspected, Caecus made no apparent effort to conceal his trail. He, too, had most likely been chasing the druid as closely as possible, and had not had time to stop to rearrange a rock or hide a broken branch. By this point, unless the druid had made an effort to put as much distance between himself and his companions as possible, his vile undead pursuer had undoubtedly found him. Luckily, she was faster. Lisha gasped for breath in the thin, frigid air, and prayed fervently to be restored ere long to the dry, scorching heat of the low-lying Tass Shanti deserts. But to return unsucessfully, to return to the Grand Lord in shame... May the fiery sun find me without water in the shifting dunes before I accept failure. No; regardless of the druid's status, she would not turn back until her mission was completed to her satisfaction. She slowed, panting, as she came to a pile of loose stone. Suddenly, she stopped. Her eyes traced the thin vine into the pile of stone before her, where she could see no more. Kneeling cautiously, she removed a glove and touched the vine. Not frozen. Barely affected by the cold, in fact. Her head snapped up. Sequoia. Quickly rubbing life back into her numbed legs, Lisha stepped back and surveyed the cliff. What had the druid done, and why? Particles of stone still drifted through the otherwise pure air; if so intended, this minor avalanch could easily have been fatal. She shuddered. Was there a mangled suit of armor beneath the fallen cliff, the spirit within insubstantial once more? So far from his people, Caecus had little hope of restoration, and Lisha, therefore, little hope of learning more of the demon's methods without encountering him directly and with impunity. Unless Cyrus... Shoving this new worry from her mind, Lisha sought and found what appeared to be the easiest path to the top of the cliff. Adjusting her belts and sashes, she reached for the first handhold unsteadily and began climbing, caution overridden by desperation and numbness. Allowing instinct to guide her, Lisha soon found her way up, praising her trainer the whole time. To walk the same way would have taken too long. Lisha dragged herself over the highest rock lip and onto the stone, treacherous with patches of ice. Lisha stood shakily and surveyed her surroundings. Sequoia must have passed this way, but how long ago? And where had he gone from here? In the cliffs there was no way to tell. Lisha sighed. Calling might set off another avalanch, and she couldn't risk that. She'd simply have to search. Her first step was stable, the second slightly less so. By the third she was sprinting again to keep upright. The rocky path dipped suddenly and her foot met ice. Unable to regain her balance, she twisted onto her back and allowed herself to slide down, feet poised protectively in front. After several exhilarating seconds, she came to an abrupt stop against a fleshy mass. She scrambled to her knees, a blade suddenly held before her. It hardly took long, however, to recognize the work green cloak. A cry choked in her dry throat, Lisha dropped the knife and desperately sought the druid's face. Turning it towards her own in horror, she found the knife among the ice shards and held its flat over his lips. For several agonizing moments, she perceived nothing. Then, finally, a faint mist found its way to the frigid metal, obscuring its polished clarity. Allowing herself to go limp with relief, Lisha fell over the druid's body and lay immobile. "Do you plan to get him to safety and revive him, or just keep his chest warm and his face from danger?" Controlled panic taking control of her, Lisha thrust herself from the ground and to her feet. Melora stood in the shelter of the cave, the expected half-smile absent. "What are you doing here?" Lisha hissed. “No more than you, I expect,” Melora said, “just more effectively. He needs to get below the surface. Grab his shoulders.” Too weak, cold, and weary to resist, Lisha placed her arms under the druid and lifted. A snowflake flew into her eye and she blinked, noticing for the first time the thin layer of snow on her cloak and that of the druid. Within minutes they were safely within the entrance of the cave, Sequoia still unconscious and Lisha only partially awake. Melora disappeared for a moment, then returned with a lighted torch. “He needs the heat more than we need the light,” Melora explained. She brought the torch near his heart and placed her free hand first on his chest, then on his face and neck. “He’ll regain sonsciousness soon. Then we must move. I’m not entirely sure what this place is, but it is rarely safe to stay immobile in such a place for too long.” -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, September 12 2005 17:07
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Dammed for eternity, ye and your kin! Makes me wonder how much of modern medicine will be eligible to appear in this kind of thing several centuries from now... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, September 11 2005 18:13
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quote:Are you kidding? Anyone who takes a math course at my school and doesn't do that is in a definite minority. Phoenix kept me entertained for hours. Falldown wasn't bad, either. Never got the hang of those FastTunnel-esque games, though. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, September 11 2005 06:54
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First Grammy award winner? Who? Post 911 on September 11th (here, anyway)...  -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, September 8 2005 19:03
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quote:Winter/spring, actually, if he's an Aussie. Those crazy Aussies have their seasons backwards - Santa Claus in the scorching heat of the summer, the 4th of July in the snow. The poor reindeer... (Yes, you n00bs, I know.) -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, September 8 2005 18:57
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To answer your questions: Yes, No, No. It's not a bad subject to bring up, Woodstock, but the way in which you did it invited spam and criticism. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, September 8 2005 18:52
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They are murdering innocent civilians at random in an effort to create an atmosphere of terror and to bring civilized society to its knees. The soldiers are there to defend the innocent civilians and protect the infant democracy. Please, Slith, get off your belly and pull up your pants; the enemies of humanity have had enough already. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, September 7 2005 11:25
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A. 100,000+ B. 0 To be compltely honest, I probably wouldn't kill anyone either way. But to be able to weed the world of evil-doers (as you said, terrorists, rapists, etc.) in a seemingly natural way while earning oneself a tidy sum seems, at first thought, to be a great oppurtunity. I'd never allow it to happen randomly, though - you never know who you might kill. That would make me an evil-doer, certainly, whether option A would or not. I don't think I'd be able to play God, however; if God lets them live, I can find money elsewhere. EDIT: Zeviz's example is a good justification for option A. If you could save those school children and get a dollar for your efforts, would the unknown potential of the intended murderer be enough to stop you from killing that man? I think the children are more likely to cure cancer than the intended murderer, you know? If you're allowed to choose your victims, you could be a sort of paid vigilante. I'm not sure I'd trust myself enough to make the right decisions, but I wouldn't reject the power outright; it's worth a shot, no pun intended. [ Wednesday, September 07, 2005 11:45: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, September 7 2005 10:54
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Looks a hell of a lot like another leaving topic to me... Goodbye, Spring, have a good time, and when you come back, please let us figure it out for ourselves. Very few members have good reasons for posting goodbye or hello again topics. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 6 2005 19:41
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Melora led the guide to the door and stood casually nearby, clearly watching his every movement. The others made their way over gradually. Norran lay his bony hands against the cold steel and pushed, to their surprise, with all his strength. The door did not budge, but the mage didn't seem upset by this fact. Slowly, almost inperceptibly, ignoring the confused whispers of the group behind him, Norran drew his hands back, muttering under his breath. I cannot let the elf near Orloki by herself. Melora's bright eyes darted from Norran's hands to his lips, and back again. I cannot guess what shadow lies behind those veiled eyes. The mage took a small step backwards and tensed his entire body. I know only that it is there. With a piercing screech, a crack appeared between the metal slabs. And if it can kill a man through her blade, it is dangerous. A horrid groan rose from the entrance of the tunnel, causing the archer to wince and the skeleton to jump, adding to the din. But he is in danger... The black-haired mage threw all of his weight against the door and shouted one last word, an elvish word of power. The doors flew open. Norran fell to the ground, panting. Melora, a rapacious smile on her face, stepped over his heaving form into the blackness. Andros, in an obvious attempt at careless bravado, followed closely behind. Cyrus, bending to offer the mage a gauntlet, turned to Lisha. "Coming?" "No." Melora halted, froze. Andros turned around, only his outline visible in the darkness. "What do you mean? You're not coming? This elf showed us the fastest-" "I'm not coming. Brother Sequoia needs- may need my help. I shall go through the portal." Andros snorted. "Fine. I don't need you. But when you reach the dead demon, if you survive, don't expect to find any treasure lying-" "There are more important things in the world than gold and petty trinkets," Lisha hissed, her words dripping with venom. "But I am at no risk of finding the demon even mildly harmed." She turned and sprinted to the portal, her mind set and hear ears deaf to Cyrus' entreaty. And - was that the elf? Had Melora called after her? But it didn't matter, it was too late. She braced herself and leapt through the portal. She returned to the surface amid scene of destruction. The scent of death still drifted into her nostrils. Had the battle truly reached this far? The grass was more than just trampled by the boots of the returning warriors. Lives had been lost here. A race had almost met its destruction. The thought of gold, once again, had come within a hair's width of driving a thing of beautiful melancholy from the earth and from human memory. Shaking her head, Lisha began making her way to the north. She would find no trace of the druid and his undead companion among these trees, but she could guess which direction he had taken. One so closely attuned to nature would have no difficulty finding his way up a slope; nor would he disturb his surroundings in a notable way. Lisha relied on Sequoia's sense of direction and Caecus' style of destruction to guide her to them. Assuming, of course, that their paths had crossed. Whatever unknown power rules Melora's mind, she thought, it is far to subtle to be a demon. Orloki has no hold over the elf. If anything, the influence will get weaker as she gets closer. Caecus, however... She began sprinting again, watching carefully for signs of the spirit's passing. If Orloki wants Sequoia dead, his life is significantly more at risk with every step he takes with that undead abomination at his side. She cursed herself mentally. What did it matter to the Grand Lord if a simple druid lost his life trying to take Albert's treasure? Would that not most likely further whatever plans he had formed? What did it matter to her? Shivering, Lisha fed more and more energy into her legs. The druid could not be allowed to be at such risk. For Lisha's sake, Brother Sequoia could not die. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 6 2005 18:19
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I see mine is from Marathon as well, but having never played the game, I have no idea what it's refering to, if anything... I think Salmon's is quite fitting. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, September 4 2005 22:08
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Katrina, I've heard, was a level 2 hurricane. That it broke through level 3 levees is not very encouraging; I'm sure this is not an exclusive problem. I hope other communities at similar risk take heed before it's too late. Let's also hope that recent gas prices will lead to an increase in the number of hybrids produced and purchased. There are different ways of taking advantage of such a situation; may the positive way prevail. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, September 3 2005 22:32
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Even better, Alex, even better. I love it. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |