This song is hot.
Is one fine specimen. I will call Thunderslut for the rest of his/her life.
I made a thread too.
Okay, here's the story. Last night me and a friend went to a party where other friends and relatives were working (we went to support them: if more people came, the better they got paid). We found a circle of friends to spend our time with. One of the girls (15 years old), however, seemed to be bothered continuously by a guy in his early twenties. He wrapped his arm around her and stuff like that and you could tell she didn't like it as she was always very quick to get closer to us and away from him. Anwyay, we didn't let it kill the mood and paid little attention to it at that time. A few hours later we went outside to get some fresh air and we noticed the girl and the guy sneaking off. The girl could barely stand so we figured she had to be quite hammered. My friend said that "it's none of our business" but I didn't trust it so we snuck up behind them and followed them. The dude found a quite spot and started kissing her, groping her and rubbing her crotch. Again, she didn't seem to enjoy as I saw her pushing his hand away and turning her head away. I shouted him to stop and he startled. We came running to him and he put up a threatening pose but before he could do as much as lift a finger my friend punched him in the face. I dragged the girl away from the scene and tried to figure out her age and where she lives (we had nothing in common except for a mutual friend). She appeared to be drugged up (I'm guessing the guy put something in her drink, she didn't seem the type to do drugs of her own accord). Said perv was already quite groggy after one or two punches but my friend dealt some more blows. She (yeah, I hang out with violent females) asked me if she should stop to which I answered: "Remember he's most likely a rapist, not to mention a paedophile." Which was true, I guess. Everything seemed to point out that he was going to rape her and she was underage. Anway, my friend agreed and went kinda crazy on him: kicking his ribs several times, pounding his stomach, twisting his foot and punching him wherever she hadn't punched yet. We left the dude lying completely dazed and stunned, comforted the girl and brought her home. We texted our mutual friend that she wouldn't be coming back and that we'd explain everything the next day. We also explained the situation to her parents, including how none of this was her fault and including how we left the man who had done that to her. We did use fake names. It was hard to tell what they thought of it. So did we do the right thing here? FAQ (making it beforehand 'cause you're going to ask this anyway) Why didn't you call the police? 1. We didn't have the time. 2. We'd give our position away and he'd run for it. 3. It was still relatively close to the party so they'd probably barge in there too which isn't what we wanted (remember that we know the people responsible for the party). How was the party? Great, thank you.
She's been bitching at me for spending too much time on this site. I might have to sleep on the couch and/or eat grub for the next couple of days. Thanks for getting me addicted to the Spam Zone, asshats.
I just swallowed three, that's right: FOUR packets of instant coffee powder and now I want to air guitar through da house!!!1!!one So give me some good air guitar songs, thank you!
Black Heaven Liked it. Was a tad too random at times but it gave me a good laugh most of the times. =D It's called Kacho-Ohji in some areas by the way. By the way: sorry if there's already an active topic about this. :unsure:
So there's this game, Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne, where a couple of factions are introduced. All of them follow a specific Reason; a concept of the world and its inhabitants as they'd like to have them. Which of those Reasons (or Kotowari) would you choose? Since many of you won't know the game, I'll explain them briefly below. Reason: Yosuga Yosuga is the way of the "strong", or the skilled in general. The talented are the only ones qualified to be righteous and have the right to make the laws and impose them on the weaker or dim-witted. This is a state of constant evolution and revolution through conflict. Every individual hones its own skills to secure a place in a pecking order that determines the fate of the entire population. This always goes at another's expense however. Some have more because others have less. Mankind knows poverty because it knows wealth. Yosuga, much more so than any of the other Reasons, incorporates both regard for individuality and regard for society in general though. It is ever-shifting and never in a state of boring stasis, as chaos is its nature. See also: Darwinism Reason: Musubi Musubi has an eye for individual thinking and feeling; it is the Reason where the Self is absolute. You may choose to refine your own personality, skills or identity in general, but you may just as well relinquish them. The world is one's own isolated playground, a personal paradise which may be shaped at will but which does not incorporate interaction with other such individuals, neither harmony nor conflict. Musubi is the way of solitude; it has no community spirit whatsoever. It is a state of personal freedom where one can do anything without consequence. You cannot harm others, nor can you help them. See also: René Descartes Reason: Shijima Shijima is the way of unity. The Reason of Shijima is a rational one where individuals are cogs in a machine or bees in a hive. There is only society. No one is better or worse than any other. It is a state of collective thinking where the Self is almost completely ignored. It is also the way of law and order where everything is at peace and harmony. The concept is one of stillness and oneness. However, Shijima leaves little room for change. There is no destruction and no creation. It is utterly stable which may be both its blessing and its curse. See also: Nirvana
Talk about them here. Right now I am somehow free of sake, whiskey, rum, Glühwein, campari, advocaat, wine, tequila, malibu, mojito, cider, jenever, vodka, calvados, absinthe, arrack, Schnaps or anything else that's not beer. I will post here again as soon as I contain several of the above.
- Belgian beer is God's blood having been bottled. - Dutch beer is human urine having been bottled. - Australian beer almost beats Belgian beer out of the water. Almost. - America doesn't have beer, only cheap crap that pretends to be so. - German beer is good beer. In fact, every beer that sounds even remotely German is bound to be good beer. Except when it's not. - French beer...wait, what? - Danish beer is called Carlsberg and is probably the worst beer in the world. - Mexican beer (e.g. Corona) should be served with a lemon in it. If it isn't, then you've been tricked into drinking Spanish beer. And you don't want Spanish beer, now do you? - Irish beer has a thick foam collar. However when you're drinking any beverage from Ireland, it should not be beer. It should be whiskey. Or Irish coffee in the morning (on second thought, whiskey is probably better in the morning too).
I smile a lot. I smile when smiling is inappropriate. I smile when I'm happy, I smile when I'm not, I smile at funerals, I smile when I'm hurting people's feelings, I smile when people pour their hearts out to me. In fact I'm smiling right here and now. So here's the thing. Because of this little feat, some people (okay, a lot of people) have labeled me as untrustworthy and/or sadistic. Many have stopped asociating with me altogether. It's true that I display my fair share of apathy and Schadenfreude but those who know me place me in their good books rather than their shitlist (I hope). They know I can be depended upon when push comes to shove, and they respect the fact that I hate showing my true emotions (that's the big idea of this smiling thing after all). So I thought: "Hey, but no one gets to know me if they don't trust me right? Maybe I really should open up to people so they'll see the real me?" That's all well and good. But...I started thinking and realized this: "Why the hell should I change for people who refuse to give me the benefit of the doubt? I want to keep my personality as it is, thank you very much." I know that I never asked anybody to change for me, neither explicitly nor implicitly. Why would I have to do it? Don't get me wrong, I'm well aware that I'm getting what I deserve. I just don't seem to care much. I just keep on smiling. You think I'm doing the right thing here? One more thing...There is a good reason why this topic isn't in the "Help with life" section. The reason being that I don't need help with life. I do things my own way. I just want to hear your opinions on this matter, as in "What would you do if you were me?".
What would you define as a possible eighth deadly sin? Without putting much thought to it (I don't feel like putting much thought to anything right now), hypocrisy comesto mind. Preaching an opinion but not sticking to it for selfish reasons is quite an aggravating feat in a person. However, there are exceptions. I myself might not always advise something that I would heed myself. This, however, is because I think that my particular advice would work for that person, but not for me (remember, we're all unique snowflakes and all that crap so we have different needs and require different methods of being "dealt with"). So I'd let that slide, which is hypocritic in its own way I guess. :p And what about you guys? Remember that the seven original deadly sins (in no particular order) are these: - Pride - Envy - Sloth - Lust - Gluttony - Wrath - Greed
Spammeth like thou has ne'er spammeth before!
NOTE: By "at first" I mean when you first heard of this game, not when you first played it. I remember I was. I confess that my first impression was "Oh man, kiddie stuff..." when I saw screenshots. And at times I still think that (Donald and Goofy's presence in serious cutscenes give me that feeling sometimes). But it's a really enjoyable game and I'm glad that I gave it a try and got hooked to it. ;) Were you somewhat skeptical about Kingdom Hearts?
It's true, I simply love them. They're so deliciously irresistible! I just can't get enough of breasts!!! And what's your favourite part of the chicken?
Introduction: Welcome to my poetry thread. This is where I'll dump my poems, both old and new, and here's where you can read them. Tell me what you think of them, feedback is greatly appreciated! One more thing I would like to say: these poems do not necessarily reflect the author's thoughts, feelings or opinions. In other words, if you see a sad poem you don't have to go "Awwww, are you okay?" on me since I'm most likely doing fine. :D So uhm...enjoy. Love The Unforgiven Ditch every angel and Come to a hell That plays a neverending trick-Or-treat Where the rejected fUse asunder One that promises the Pleasure of pain A time to Dance with every evening shade To skate on the Edge of a sheathed sword But the land between our hearts kept stirrinG And maimed the newest paRt of me She crAved one last scenario Let my hand be a siCkening butterfly The gentlEst way to lay her to rest Comment: That was an old one. My writing style may have evolved since then. It has a hidden (read: far too obvious) meme woven into it. House Of Dogs We need our ankles sprained We're short on gods and hallows Yet tired of bathing in the shallows No life without the weight sustained By creeping feelings That hang us like gallows From invisible ceilings Turmoil within the house of dogs Every time one dares a dive Out of the brass fountain And bids a goodbye to its hive No life full of springs and cogs Just a pathway to hop in and out and Shame and blame upon which it'll thrive A downhill slope of a solid mountain "Nothing is sacred, least of all us" The stray dog growls, howls and thus Turns deaf to the sounds And yelps uttered to pierce Of the most loyal hounds Unleashed with no other choice but to be Driven insane by terrain of no bounds To be crazed, deluded, limitless, fierce Too free Comment: This last one, on the other hand, is brand-new. It might require some explaining but I'll get to that later.
Author: Guess who? Genre: Sci-Fi, Drama, Psychological, Fantasy Good traits: It is written by that nice person Styx Flaws: It's loooooooooong, it's slow, it's boring, it has too many characters, and that nice person Styx is not a native English speaker. Other notes: Must warn for heavy stuff at times. ============================================= Luminiscence "This is everything." Two cerulean blue eyes statically chased a rope wrapped around an enigmatic sack, and held by a no less enigmatic female figure. "It is everything you are aware of, everything you experience, everything you know and feel. This entirety, this eternity... What more could there be to you?" The blue-eyed girl was staring at the average-looking sack and rope and couldn't help but wondering if its contents were really granted such importance. It suddenly moved as it was pulled away by its mysterious carrier. Her bodily light was drawn further and further away from the curious young lady that ogled her. "You may follow if you can. These possessions are yours more than anyone else's." Looking for something means admitting you lost it, and looking for what you lost equals more thinking about what you lack than about what you have left. The woman politely declined; she chose illusion over detachment. The luminiscence faded along with the rope and sack. But Everything was still safe and still preserved. ... A living creature has no other choice but to cling to what it has rather than what it might have had by an alternate outcome. The girl, in essence unaware of this law yet obedient to it all the same, knelt down and groped the floor beneath her feet. Grass, and no more than that. Why did she let Everything go? She started to have second thoughts, then third thoughts, and before she knew it she was caught in a flux of approving and disproving her recent decision. All she knew was that she no longer wanted to be in that same place. The space she now roamed was unsatisfactory, or maybe she was just insatiable. All she knew was that she wanted to leave. All she knew...There were times when she had known more. ... The grass degraded into a thousand faces, all of which familiar to the young woman, and all of them known as water. Aquatic riddles hovered in the air, shapeshifting every once in a while to remain how she wanted them to be: unfamiliar but reminiscent of the things she knew. She could tread the surface of the unknown ocean, which was ornamented by impressions of light. The young lady walked and judged. It was water that invited, water that allowed her to think. Water that showed its friendly faces. "Soon...", she whispered to her aquatic confidant. There was no sky. A coral pink frame that lined and rounded off the work of art, but no sky. The girl would have gazed at the substitute firmament for as long as she could ask unanswerable questions about it, but she was more interested in the liquid stasis she had now plunged herself in. A docile and most fascinating muse, beautified by optical tricks of an unexisting sun. She thanked these freckles of benevolence, thanked them for not knowing what they were, for inspiring her in ways the old times could not, and for reminding her that Everything was still safe and still preserved. Unless there came change. Opus I: Encroachers ================ "Well, I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind. I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time..." - 3 Doors Down (Kryptonite) "So how's the Trojan Barrage coming along?" Aryane swallowed her beef. "Mmm...Well, it's not my prime project, but I'm finishing up. Having a little trouble with the facial expressions, actually.", she answered. "Why? Just make 'em panic. You've been there and done that.", Joy countered before grabbing some peas with her fork. "I want to give them a special kind of panic. The kind that makes every critic and even its creator shiver. Panic so intense that feeling it would be an art itself.", she said gleefully. The boy who sat right in front of her suppressed a slight frown and smiled. "You're an odd wench, Aryane. And odd wench...", Joy concluded, and with a "Hmm...Had better.", she finished her platter. ... "Say Joy, why are you so interested in her work anyway? Don't take this the wrong way but you've never shown interest in other people's paintings." Nenck, the boy who had lunch with the two girls, had listened to their talk and talked for the first time since he had stopped eating. "Does it matter? I just respect her as a painter, that's all. Besides, I encourage her change of theme. Ancient mythology happens to be my favourite.", the American girl retorted, her tone betraying the near-offense she took in that remark. It was hardly a secret that Joy liked the Greeks and Romans. Her choice of theme was limited to pompous sceneries; battles and ordeals of the gods, warped and colourful landscapes. Her concepts required magnificent skill, and rivals often whispered that she painted for the sole purpose of displaying that skill. "Just asking...", Nenck muttered. "Let's go ditch our plates.", Aryane suggested. A change of subject was well in its place, and they had all finished anyway. ... Aryane Lagrange had a strange way of walking. Gracefully cautious, as if she could end up somewhere else at any moment. Her steps scanned the ground, befriending it. Coaxing it into allowing her entire weight to be channeled from her feet into the vastness. The three of them went to their respective dorms after another day of art school. Nenck suddenly accelerated as he saw a familiar face: "Hey, Serge!", he shouted. Nencks muscular older brother looked in his direction. The man he was with went on. "Oi, bro. Aryane, Joy. How's it going?", he greeted friendily "Cool, cool. The usual routine. But what about you? We don't see you on the Bessel very often.", Nenck asked. Serge worked on many different ships indeed, and you never knew when and where he was going to pop up. Nenck and Serge always had talking to catch up on. "Gettin' some sculpture transported. Block A6. I'm in no hurry though.", the big brother said. ... "So what happened to the stuff I gave you guys? Still cherishing it as a memento to that fine bloke Serge Dercinches?", he asked mockingly . "Sheesh Serge, don't act as if you're dead.", his little brother chided teasingly. "Anyway, mine lies next to my bed as always." "I hung my spear to the wall. It looks very neat there.", Aryane answered. "Meh. Mine's stashed in my showcase, along with some other things.", Joy shrugged. ... "You kept it? I thought you didn't want it?", Aryane asked her friend when they had parted with Serge. "I don't. It's junk. I don't even know what it's called anymore." "Then why didn't you refuse it? It's called a tonfa by the way. Now you're stuck with it.", Nenck remarked. "Because it's impolite to turn down a gift, you hick.", the fair-haired girl retaliated. Aryane and Nenck were quite suspicious of that argument. It didn't sound like Joy at all... "When people take the trouble of willingly handing something over, then you thank them for that by keeping it no matter how worthless it is." Then again, that did sound like her...somehow. More like a mysterious knight in Joy's agate armour, doing her bidding and even going as far as to pose as her, which he often had to do. Gifts are links between two people. Reminders of a relationship, whether it still exists or not. Whoever gives a present shares a piece of himself; his affinity with the recipient. Gifts are discoveries without having been somewhere per se. Memories, often physical ones. Aryane had many physical memories, and she considered them all gifts. Pausing her introspection, she looked at the Trojan Barrage, lying meaninglessly on its easel. Soon...
Author:Well me, duh Genre: Hodge-podge of fantasy, drama, psychological, horror, thriller and sci-fi Good traits: It is written by that nice person Styx Flaws: It's too long (17 chapters), it's boring, it's confusing, it has too many characters, and that nice person Styx is not a native English speaker. Other notes: Must warn for explicit content. No really. Dismal isn't for the little ones. ================================================ Gondola Drifting Look back Twist your neck Until it snaps See the murderer's cathedral Drifting Past it Can you smell it? The black bile Wherein we're drifting Further away Luckily nobody's Evil enough to play music Yet While we contine drifting Every minute Of every day Until the gondola sinks How should I swim in this? Who can teach me? I don't know how I should be Drifting Past the floodgates Straight to hell Is this still drifting? Behold, our gondola returned And brought along some screams Are we there yet? C1: Carpet ========= "Send in your skeletons. Sing as their bones come marching in." Foo Fighters (The Pretender) It was a real place after all. The Outerhold. He could guess why the semblace of myth was being kept up. Although he couldn't help but wonder if anyone would have actually cared about people like him, and who else could have given the world such a scare that they had been sent here. He would find out soon enough, and he wasn't in a hurry... "Seiryu Raiamma?", a man with a clipboard asked. The boy answered affirmatively. "Passed the detectors...Went to the mana extractors...Alright then: last check-up before the definite designation! Momunofu! Momotaro!", the man commanded. The two heavy goons who had flanked the man up till then positioned themselves next to Seiryu and and started to body-search him. He didn't understand; he had to change into his prison garb half an hour ago. What was the point? "Squeeze his arms. He could've sewn a knife underneath them." Seiryu wondered if anyone had ever been crazy enough to do that, but even if that were the case; (s)he would have not succeeded. The absurdity of this final "check-up" was suitable ammunition for mockery. And Seiryu liked a good laugh. Anywhere but here at least. Hence his face insisted on the expressionless state it had maintained since he got here. "Tongue.", the chief of inspection ordered. The young man obeyed and a thin metal rod probed deep into his throat. The new prisoner wretched and coughed. "Nothing in there either." A coercing "Take off your pants!" announced the most embarrasing part of the inspection (according to Clipboard, it is possible to hide a weapon in every hole of the human body). "Approved.", he concluded. He was brought to sector 7, the place he'd be forced to call "home" for the rest of his life. As slowly as the guards (the same chunks of beef from before) allowed him to, Seiryu strolled across the hallway. To his left Seiryu saw a man sitting in the corner of his cell, his face hidden between his knees. Was he sleeping, crying or going crazy? Who knew? The newbie glanced at every cell. A pale haggard woman and a man with gray stubbles glanced right back, and Seiryu knew that they wouldn't stop staring until he was out of their line of sight? What else was there to do? Seiryu was eventually thrown in a cell next to a woman's, a girl who had probably looked mannequinesquely beautiful in her civillian days. The cell straight across his kept a robust-looking man with a cubical head. That's where his cell was. A cell in the Outerhold, where rights nor laws existed, where living was obligatory instead of allowed.
Title question says it all. Mine was Battle Royale.
Plot: Metropolis is a huge city-state in an unnamed country, divided into zones. The people celebrate the completion of the Ziggurat, an immense state-of-the-art technology tower. Meanwhile, Kenichi and his uncle Shunsaku enter Metropolis looking for a mysterious inventor... Genre: Adventure, Sci-Fi It was on TV the other day and I watched it. It was quite good. Decent plot with some twists and an excellent jazzy soundtrack. There wasn't all that much character development though. Has anyone else seen this movie? What did you think of it?
