@ Pika : We'll see. Right now, idk. Road trip starts tomorrow, so until next time KHV. If you want to stay in contact with me or want to know more about my life down there, follow me on twitter, my vlog youtube account, or msn (all the deets can be found either in my sig or profile.) Peace
If you are down there at all this year, let me know. Space Mountain shall be ours. Thanks Pyro. Let me know and if i'm able to meet up, it shall be done.
To work at...oh will you look at that. Well my resolution is done. Now what to do for the other 362 days...
Thanks for the inclusion on the poll Pyro...but as Wolfie's pointed out, I probably won't be around to do it.
With the ringing in of the new year, it's time that I come clean with you KHV. I've slipped into the realm of the inactive due to a time consuming semester and due to cut backs at work, i've been pulling a lot more shifts. Case in point, i've been busy. I've also been in the process of restructuring my life. In so doing, i'm uprooting and traveling east. Starting in two weeks, i'll be enroute to Florida, for an internship at Walt Disney World for most of they coming year. I'll probably be gone for intervals at a time based on the busy season and such and me being online will probably just be on MSN. So KHV, as of right now, Sacrifced, Chronicles and Spam Wars won't be updated for awhile dependent on a number of other things i'm working on right now. Until then this is not necessarily ciao, but it'll be close. If you want to stay in contact, i'll be vlogging and tweeting (link in the sig) and you can always shoot me a line through my email or PM. Till next time.
Yes the story was a bit lacking, but the experience, A+. If anyone is debating to pay the couple bucks more to see it in 3d, do it. I'm probably seeing it again but in IMAX 3d.
I want to see how there is a story involved within this before I rank judgement. It's Star Wars so i will play it...but this has to still take place before A New Hope. Maybe we'll see the Falcon and help break Han and Chewie out of the Imperial Fleet...or that would just destroy the timeline...nm
First shot Roger: tuning the Fender guitar he hasn't played in a year.
9 pm EST, from here on in i shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it, instead of that old ****
The dark emptiness of space loomed through the forward viewport as a squadron of 4Chan fighters practiced a simulated combat. Moff Absol sat at a holoscreen scouring the photobucket for only the most obnoxious images. Darth Renegade stood statuesque, staring out the viewport, the only sign of life resinating from the breathing device. A quick chirp from the comlink snapped both of them to attention. Absol reached down and activated the device. “Go ahead.†“All servers show full power and the tests are proving favorable. All systems are operational. Awaiting further instructions.†“Standby,†Absol stated, swiveling toward Renegade. Renegade lowered his head slowly, his voice teeming with annoyance. “CTR’s resistance to the mind probe has proven more resilient than we had originally believed. It will take us more time.†“Perhaps not…maybe we have been going about this the wrong way. Racing seems to have been too easy. Maybe a more persuasive form of intimidation is required.†Absol smirked, twirling the comlink between her fingers. “I think it’s time we take the training wheels off this hunk of metal and flex its feet.†She flicked the communication switch. “Captain, set your course for the Staff Lounge.†*** The constant strain of the sun torched the Creativity Corner as members left and right struggled to find shelter from the intense heat. But not all were so calm. T-3CO and SORA-13 rushed from the Cookie Castle, toward the distant spaceport, realizing that a division of Spam Troopers were canvassing the streets, clearly hunting for the two of them. SORA-13 whistled softly, pivoting and ducking down an empty street lined with storage modules. The stampede of marching feet grew closer as the two struggled into a dark module. The air was stale, with a tinge of history biting at their being. While SORA-13 stood guard at the door controls, TCO adjusted his LED optical sensors and examined the scene. The entire module stretched on, clearly cutting deep into the cliffside mountains. The curious thing to note was that the module was filled to the brim with hundreds of wooden crates stacked in some sections three deep and toward the modules rafters. A metallic pounding echoed off the door as the Spamtroopers stood outside, analyzing whether the module had been tampered with. Within moments the sound of feet faded. TCO swung to return to the door but paused as a series of containers attracted his attention. The containers were designed simply enough, wood hammered together but the words stamped along the side were what troubled him. The SACRIFICED Initiative The cursed blades of Gameli And a box that had a single burn mark traced along the lines of a stamped emblem of a bird grasping a swastika. Numbers stenciled along the bottom were unfamiliar to TCO as he returned to the entrance. SORA-13 had cracked to door slightly to allow view the street only to find it deserted as the Spam Troopers rounded the far building. “I would have much rather gone with DMaster than stayed here with you. That castle is segregating organic with the inorganic…boo to them. “ A drawn out groan resulted in a metallic fist onto SORA-13. “I don’t know what all this trouble is about but I know it’s whatever you did.†The door slid back as the droid banter continued. *** Across the Castle grounds, the Market was packed with any and all businesses, none of which were all necessarily legal. DMaster and Repliku stared down the stretch of vendors and drew up the necessary strength to proceed. The two continued onwards, on the look out for the necessary vendor dealing with transportation, passing a number of Name Changing stations and Graphic Clan tags littering the area. As the two passed by a shadowed hallway, a figure ducked deeper into the shadows, extracting a pen and began scribbling furiously on a holo-pad. Mikes Journal: Noob carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No." They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like my father or the Emperor. Decent men who believed in a day's work for a day's pay. Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and communists and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody Hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers... and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say. Mike gaze lifted, watching as the two began a line of communication with the wrecker dealer Wacko. As he watched the two haggle, a sudden realization crossed his face. The older one, the face he could not believe he was seeing after so long. The man who he had fought along side in the Troll War as a War Correspondant now was traveling with the member in connection with the escaped droids. This day would be the catalyst of his return to reporter form. Mike extracted a black and teal comlink and punched in a series of commands. Luke stared at Repliku as he and Wacko agreed on the price. “You know that ever since the X96 came out the demand for this landspeeder hasn’t skyrocketed. We easily could have bartered for another grand.†Repliku simply shook his head, continuing to sign the transaction. “Five thousand is a fair offer and we do not mean to demand more than Wacko offers. In this economy, she needs the income more than us.†Wacko smiled greedily as the internal calculations of the flip for profit will easily cover the purchase. With a final wave the keys were handed over and Repliku and DMaster slipped into the crowd, toward the droids hideout. “I still think that you were too easy back there, “DMaster began until Repliku smiled, holding a small computer chip. “I couldn’t let that hard drive fall into the Insider’s hands or anyone elses for that matter. If anyone learned that I pirated the My Little Ponies complete season on the ride over, the world would never let me forget it.†The two laughed as they collected TCO and SORA-13 and turned toward the distant outline of the space port, unaware that Mike was slowly broadcasting a live feed in their wake. *** Within the spaceport however, a rusted ship sat docked, surrounded by a litany of mechanical sensors and fuel pumps. A mechanic stood nervously against the far wall, flanked on either side by two body guards. Standing at the base of the boarding ramp was the most feared crime lord this side of the Graphics Section, Kitty the McKechnie, surrounded by the best Spam Hunters in the Forum. The mechanic shrunk as Trogdor examined her battle arm, examining the hanger with her 360 degree integrated reality helmet. Wolfie and Shades would not evade her again. “SHADES!†Kitty roared up the boarding ramp, a small holdout pistol prodding the inky darkness within the ship. “Shades we know you are hiding out in there. Come out before I send the hounds in.†A light whistle ripped from across the hanger as Wolfie stood with her arms folded menacingly while Shades stood framed in the doorway, smirking. “I’m your Huckleberry. I’ve been waiting for you.†“Have you now, hidin’ in the shadows hopin’ that we had left you alone this trip?†Kitty laughed sarcastically. “What, you didn’t think I was going to leave and not say goodbye and avoid that Glasglow Smile you promised me?†Kitty’s smile vanished as she stepped closer, glancing in Trogdor’s direction. “Shades my boy, you are the best writer that we have here, and it’s not as though your writer’s block hasn’t been felt by us all. Base only wanted to know how the lastest draft is coming along…you didn’t have to barbeque him.†“Listen Kitty, if you wanted to ask me about it, then you should have come to be personally, not sending one of my adoring fans to do your biding.†Kitty shrugged. “Listen Shades, I’m all fine allowing you to shadow and examine different jobs to empower your creative side, but if it involves you turning tail and dropping my cargo at the first sign of Insiders—“ “Hold on a second Kitty, even I get boarded sometimes, you think that the Insider’s wouldn’t want to take down another bohemian writer. I’ll make it up to you. I’ve got a nice easy transport scheduled in an hour that will not only cover the dvd’s but you can even spend an additional 10% buying yourself another Link statue.†Kitty’s head whipped around, as visions of the Tri-Force flashed across her face hungrily. She scowled as Shades smiled wickedly, knowing that he had trapped her. “All I need is twenty four hours to get the transport complete, the creds to come through and be back this way to pay you.†“Shades. If you screw this up, which I believe you inevitably will, I will throw every bit of my reputation points out to the best Spam Hunter’s in the forum to track you down. You will have suck a negative rep on your head that you will have to turn invisible to stay afloat.†Kitty turned pointing at Trogdor, “And she will be the first one I call.†Shades readjusted his aviators and began the march up the ramp, hollering over his shoulder, “Kitty, you are a wonderful premium.†Kitty and Trogdor stared long as Shades and Wolfie ascended the boarding ramp, knowing that their pathes would cross again. “Let’s go gang, got some Zelda to play.†hades sat in the cockpit, watching the Spam Hunters disappear through the hanger door. Wolfie turned from the instrument panel, her hand moving away from the automated torrent controls. “This transport better be cake. Let’s prep for launch as soon as the guests arrive.â€
I saw the torch relay way back when it was here in 02.
Ello there Forsaken. One of these days, you are going to kick my virtual ass at uncharted.
Are you KHIV Positive that he will need the burn cream? Anyway. Yes i'm back, but for only a few weeks. News on why that will happen will come later. Right now, I believe i've been long overdue on staging my comeback in the CC.
I've noticed a bit more of a delapidated feeling that the trailer gives off, so i'm wondering if there this game isn't an instant sequel but one set in the future. In the trailer, Joker obviously appears older, not sure if this us due in part to actual age or the Titan stuff. Looked at the trailer a few times and saw the Iceberg Lounge, not sure if this is a shout out to Penguin or Mr. Freeze, but what caught my interest was a torn poster that I swore said "We Want You". Could be that someone is recruiting and staging full out war on Gotham. If the game is set in the future version of Gotham, I wonder if we may see the inclusion or introduction of Nightwing...kinda hope not but could be cool.
I've been MIA since August. Any news?
I've waited for this picture since August. I can sum up my friends wedding with one image. Viewer disgression is advised. Spoiler http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs007.snc3/11437_1268170110253_1409821230_30780355_5804603_n.jpg
All you need is long hair right there Dalk, and you are James Franco from Pineapple Express.
Untitled Each stroke of the pen A slice of the heart Moments of solitude strike passion cold. Cracks from beneath thine feet, tarnishing the path you need me to take. Let me take. I want to take. Don’t shut me out, blood turns to tears freezing on my cheeks A light plays temptress through the vail of glass. My cries go unanswered lost in the silence. Each steps a struggle down the rabbit’s hole I would plunge to purge the sorrow from your soul. A statue remains before the threshold. Brittle, chipping turning to dust. I’m here to stay. A gladiator, a knight a friend. You claim you deserve none of these things as your mind remains warden over your heart I stand resolute as waterfalls pierce stone. You deserve me.
Once youtube is back up, i'll look into Eraqus
What type of an emotional toll would be taken for billions of people dying. They would be siblings, parents, lovers, friends. Every person age 15 to 1 would be put under such momentous trauma that I think we would return to the middle ages for at minimum one generation. Formal education would vanish overnight, rioting and looting would sweep the world since kids would be forced into the situate of providing for themselves or younger siblings. Governments would probably return to a hierarchy. Religion would alter. Arts would slowly disappear. International travel or interaction would vanish until a "New Renaissance" transpired. I think that if this were to happen, the older ones would probably harbor some rage / guilt and want to hold someone responsible. Someone would have to be held responsible. Teens are a transitional age where they are forced to come into their own. If something so devastating like this were to happen, then their mindset would definitely alter. Either "Lord of the Flies" or Middle Ages.
