Spastic Inhibitions

Equality for All

2011-08-11T15:09:00.002-06:00

The world spins slowly, burning. The fuel is the rage of a people, a thousand peoples, tens of thousands, millions...billions; nations large and small. The zealous feed them, lies in the morning, at noon, in the evening. Like cattle, like sheep, they are herded in, grazed, fed their quota, and sent out. The untruths are satisfying, the feeling of rightness, of fairness, of equality, bred into

Invasion

2011-08-06T17:07:00.001-06:00

I am a proud member of the nation of Wakefulness, and like all persons of my nation, I gladly wage a war every evening. It need not necessarily be in the evening, either, but whenever the lethargy takes me. Those moments of tiredness awaken in me a bloodlust. With that, I begin my usual assault upon the nation of Sleep. That foreign, disgusting country. I cannot remember its exact location, nor

Time Well Spent

2011-07-19T20:57:00.001-06:00

It's dawning outside, a sun rising. I see only blackness and find myself nodding off intermittently. Wakefulness is fleeting, grasped barely and holding only the constant thrum of a diesel engine. The vehicle quakes slightly with each turn, each pothole, the rise and ebb of the inline-eight cylinder providing a lullaby. Cool air sifts in through the sentry hatch while the orange fireballs of

A Toast

2011-05-06T20:43:00.000-06:00

Two people have stood by me for a long time. The first I realized as a friend long ago and have built up a lasting friendship with him over the decade-plus that I've known him. The second I've known longer, and although I call him friend now, the realization of that moment came much later, but is still no less poignant. There have been ups and downs, moments of gratitude and indignation,

Dominion - Good Mourning

2011-03-27T13:01:00.000-06:00

The screaming mewl of life cuts the air as the last breath falls on ears that can't hear. Isn't he beautiful. Fur the color of his fathers. But he isn't looking at the child crowing away. No. His eyes are dying as the body of a creature he has known, truly known, falls into an abyss. Lips pulled back in a partial snarl of pain, of joy, of glory. A son! But the heart monitors, they are telling.

Gauntlet Intro - Enter Kajil

2011-03-06T12:56:00.000-07:00

A series of rings flow forward, each smaller than the last in the shape of a cone. The edges enflamed green. The center is like a pool of water, focused onto a point small and black. Looking into it, the eyes follow the edges, but the feeling of the soul being pulled inward, ripped away and thrown... "Daek'tar." Head snaps to the left. A figure walks somewhat behind, a halo of light escaping

Nothing But the Truth

2011-02-16T15:43:00.004-07:00

As I sit hear, musing to myself with a rum and coke in hand, I'm thinking. The aforementioned asshole really wasn't blazing a brand new trail with me. No, all his behavior had already been initiated with someone else previous to my escapade with his shitpump-style fucktard antics. About two and a half months ago, I decided to contact my ex-roommates old roommate and ask some very pointed

Dispassionately Displeased

2011-02-15T16:08:00.004-07:00

When I was a teen, I babysat. Didn't do it a lot, but I did it. Sometimes it could be a fun experience if the kids were great, sometimes not. But at the end of the night when the folks come home, I'd get paid for my time and it wouldn't be so bad. Well, I just spent eight months babysitting a grown-man-baby who's idea of cleaning isn't cleaning, regardless of the task (dishes, vacuuming, moping,

In Memory

2011-02-11T17:24:00.001-07:00

Talking with a friend of mine, he made the comment that I intentionally block out a number of various memories. That my memory, as it stands, isn't the greatest, and I'll admit, at times it isn't. But for the things I choose to remember, it can be fairly sharp. But, as he was saying, I should stop blocking out specific parts of my life because I don't like them. He may be right, may be wrong. But

WPCA - Erumid

2011-02-10T17:44:00.001-07:00

"Captain on the bridge!" "At ease. Status report, Commander." "Everything is clear and in the green, Captain. A number of new ships have exited slipspace and are making for the planet. They've already signed in with Erumid Planetary Control and transponders all flagged green." "Excellent." The captain took his chair for the last time. --- The blinking, black eye of near darkness of

Tigers in My Pants

2011-01-22T20:12:00.000-07:00

I've been telling this tale a lot lately to co-workers, but I don't think I've intimated this tale to any of my readership (if I have one), so here it is. It starts in the year 2006 when I was doing my Basic Training, well on my way to being an actual military member. I was in my cubicle (we lived in these 9 by 9 foot boxes strung along a circular (kinda) corridor similar in design to a prison)

Gran Turismo 5 -- Shoddy, But Maintained with Love

2011-01-19T18:27:00.001-07:00

Originally posted Monday, January 17, 2011 When I read on Joystiq that Gran Turismo 5 was going to be released on the 24th of November, I was anxious, if not a bit excited. I wanted to believe that that release date would be true, but too many delays made me a bit cynical. However, my long wait would be over and I'd get to play the game from a series that got me into video games. Gran Turismo,

My Day Was Good

2011-01-18T16:13:00.002-07:00

Lies and slander. I started my morning pissed off the moment I walked in the door at work. I was told by the only other person in the store, who showed up about ten minutes before me (myself already ten minutes early) that the truck I was arriving before 5 AM to unload would be thirty to forty-five minutes late. The reality was that the truck was an hour late. This meant I had to find things to

Eight Hours

2010-12-24T10:45:00.003-07:00

Imagine yourself in a car traveling down a highway at 90 kilometers an hour. Now imagine that, while you could be actually doing that speed, or even faster, you can't, because the moron in the vehicle in front of you brakes for every turn, even on a straight stretch, because they've never driven through a mountain pass. I did such a thing. I drove yesterday, for eight hours, and spent roughly

Santa - the Stalker in the Window

2010-12-17T15:53:00.000-07:00

You know what I hate most about the Christmas season? Santa Clause. Go on, say it. I can hear people saying boo, saying how respectable he is as a holiday institution. That he's great bringing us all these gifts and it's a wonderful time. Go blow it out your ass. Just more shit on the pile. Truth is, it's as though people just decided that it's okay for a what could considerably be a pedophile

Newspaper Airplanes Prt 3

2010-11-19T17:37:00.001-07:00

Yuri backpedals, eyes wide in stringent shock. "What!?" He yells, stepping forward now. Aggressive, alpha, predatory, hunter. "WHAT!?" Fists slam into a desk before convulsing fingers grip the edges and throw the construct with more physical force than the look of a gentlemanly older man he'd so cultivated would be capable of. Brent backpedals as Yuri approaches him. "Look, man, look, it's

Newspaper Airplanes Prt 2

2010-11-18T14:39:00.000-07:00

Dvor is still talking with the older gentleman. They're ironing out details of the exchange, deciding on a place and time for the drop point. He's asking about the technology that will be received as payment for the transaction. Outside, the rumble of diesel engines quakes in the night, echoing with the onslaught of the disturbed reverberations as trucks pass by not even a hundred meters from the

Newspaper Airplanes Prt 1

2010-11-03T20:37:00.001-06:00

The white static of an overcast sky scudded over the bustling port. A dark parapet wavered off in the distance, the musings of a storm slowly percolating forward. Later with the onset of evening, the usual rumble of the cranes removing cargo from the ships on Pier 19 to be loaded onto trucks and ferried off ground to a halt with the shift change in process. White spotlights came on, drowning the

Dueling Theory, A Discussion on a New Style/Form of Dueling

2010-09-27T19:10:00.003-06:00

(22:49:31) Wolf: Okay, here's a thought. Let's break down exactly what a duel is into the core components that make it up. Intro 1; it usually defines the setting and places the main protagonist. Generally it implies that the character specified is looking for a fight (or interaction of some kind, action or story based). Intro 2; this is done by the antagonist who provides a counter-balance.

Dominion/Crossover - The Alliance Prt 3

2010-07-26T18:49:00.000-06:00

The place was disgusting. A projects styled, reject of a building done up in plycrete. The glass was stained, same with the building. Runny blotches of goo and lubricant and other unnamed chemicals that collided together to create a strong, wafting perfume that overpowered her delicate sense of smell. It was in the battered quarter of the city that was Argul, and the Baajin would have left the

WPCA - Incorpreal (Unfinished)

2010-07-25T21:34:00.003-06:00

The hobbled form flirts into the room like smoke. It penetrates, like a fog, encompassing all. The room is filled with his being, corporeal or incorporeal -- it's hard to tell. Then, colliding like an implosion, a darkness erupts from beneath the doorjam. Blown back on hinges, it saunters in with a kneejerk spasm. Glazed over crystal orbs of indeterminate depth glance about the room. Dead, deep

The Post Mortem of Bliss

2010-07-22T21:13:00.003-06:00

So, I forgot to do something. I forgot to talk about the events directly after my move. My parents helped me, they hauled one trailer, I the other. It was quick, and by the second of June my folks had left. Well, the power went out for us that night...and no one else. There was a limiter placed on the power because the previous tenants had failed to pay their utilities bill. We were paying for

Delivering News

2010-06-28T18:32:00.000-06:00

So, I moved...and I've started working. I work as a delivery driver, primarily. A fancy title comes along with it. I've been working even though the store isn't officially open. And in that time, I've done two deliveries. The first one was just a TV, nothing special. The second...well. My second delivery was two children's bedroom sets -- one white, one dark. It was while I was setting up the

The Addendum to Bliss

2010-05-04T17:25:00.001-06:00

So, there are events that I failed to mention in the previous post that happened. On the 1st of April, I put the check for my monthly rent in the box where all the building tenants put their checks. Sealed away in an envelope including what apartment number I am, etc. Well, I included with it a written note informing my landlady about my intention to move out, but that, barring complete

Life is Bliss

2010-05-04T00:26:00.004-06:00

It's been eventful, these past few weeks. I'm not sure what's going on. Mess is the definitive answer, screwed up being the secondary answer; and, of course, there are tertiary answers that follow a similar vein in methodology. The short version? I want to move and I want a new job since the current one is in line with gouging out ones eyes with a spork. The long version, well, it's the attempt

Drive By

2010-03-19T00:28:00.000-06:00

Normally my nights aren't so eventful at work. Usually, when something happens, it generally isn't that noteworthy. Tonight, however...well, it was eventful. The first thing happened as I came off my first break. A coworker was taking a Drive-Thru order. The woman wanted a steamed milk. Not difficult by any means. She wanted espresso in it. Again, no difficult, but odd, since a latte is steamed

In a Minute

2010-03-16T12:08:00.003-06:00

It's a morning like any other. My usual habit is to shower first and then sit down and eat a bowl of cereal. Nothing grand or exciting, just what I do. Well, on this particular morning, as I sit down and begin to eat, I see a woman. She's walking past my window. See, I live in the basement of my apartment building, so my windows are at ground level. When this woman walks past and turns to look at

It's Invisible, Honest!

2010-03-09T00:11:00.002-07:00

When I visit my folks place, I generally make it a habit to park behind my dad's truck in the driveway for the simple reason that the car departs and returns far more often, and I'd like to be able to leave whenever. Well, this little episode is partly my own fault for not cluing in, but also my dad's. It's Sunday, I head over to the folk's place just before we go to church to say hi. I notice

Not Mine, But I'll Take It

2010-03-07T00:48:00.001-07:00

So, I had this hilarious phone call the other morning, sometime around nine. Bit of back-story before the call. I work late afternoons, so don't get off work until about eleven at night, so when I go home, I usually spend time to unwind. This means I don't get to bed until about two in the morning. So as a general rule, I don't get up before ten. Phones calls before that time illicit an unusually

One Year

2010-02-19T22:52:00.002-07:00

It the one year anniversary of my release from the Canadian Forces. Time sure flies. Sometimes I wonder what things would be like if I had stayed in... Nah, definitely happier being out.

WPCA - Dead Head

2010-02-08T00:45:00.000-07:00

Oh, she stands there before the mighty a moment. Eyes glazed over crystal orbs of indeterminate depth. Deep oceans -- but they hold no meaning. The vast deep more like the unknown of a massive hole dug into the earth. They serve no purpose and like a hole in the ground, provide no light. Merely mediocre mandibles masticating maliciously. Open and closed like shutters in the wind, her jaw flaps

It Won't Take Too Long

2010-01-24T01:31:00.004-07:00

When I'm not working under a tyrannical oppression (Tim Hortons), I moonlight at the local Sears doing deliveries. Main reason is because my older brother owns the place and he sometimes needs a hand. Plus there's less stress overall, and even bad deliveries are still better than obnoxious, bad customers at Timmy's. This tale starts about a week ago. We (that being my brother and I) were

Dominion/Crossover - The Alliance Prt 2

2010-01-20T00:59:00.005-07:00

Yeah, an excerpt from what I've been writing recently. I know, it sucks horribly. Language is bad, form is bad, description could be better, soft sci-fi at best, etc. But I thought I'd share. That and I hadn't done any real writing in a while other than rant-fests, which I'd rather not be doing in the first place. *** Harsh breath, back and forth as lungs fought for oxygen. It shouldn't happen,

Check This Out

2010-01-14T01:12:00.003-07:00

So, a friend of mine linked me to an interesting post on The Futurist, as well as a comment that followed after the article. Worth the read. All interesting stuff.

I Knew It! I'm Surrounded by [Morons]!

2010-01-11T01:20:00.002-07:00

This is something most people would agree on, but would never agree that they themselves were: people are dumb. A quote from the movie Men in Black sums it all up pretty well: "A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it." It is for the most part, true. Everyone is prone to acts of foolishness, stupidity and complete idiocy at times. Even I will admit that I

There's Only One Shape!

2010-01-11T00:21:00.003-07:00

So, I'm at work and a couple of the girls are talking about the idea of going to the gym and losing weight. Apparently it's a part of their New Years resolution (and this is one that takes second and third place for yearly resolutions, or even first place; I know, not very original). I start talking to them about going to the gym. Then they ask me, because they understand that I know a thing or

You Want a Cold One, Eh?

2010-01-05T18:25:00.001-07:00

My new year was good, so I thought. I had some goals in mind (some of which I plan to write down so that I remember I'm supposed to be achieving these things, some serious, some not so) and a sense of some good will toward others -- almost. Most of this in part comes from the fact I know I'll be leaving Tim Hortons soon; I plan to move in the Spring, be gone, get a new job, get back to university

The Misadventurous Trio - 2

2009-12-18T19:11:00.000-07:00

"Hey, Gar?" "Yeah?" "Mind letting me pilot for once? I mean, I did build it." "Yeah, that's true, you did build the ship. You also crashed it right after you finished it then spent three weeks fixing it back up." "What's your point?" "Do I need one." Kish came up and put a hand on Wolf's shoulder. "It's okay. He's just saying you pilot like a blind man. Actually, I think the blind man might

What Do You Get...

2009-12-18T00:28:00.000-07:00

So, I'm at work tonight and I'm talking with one of the bakers. We're talking about the gifts we'll be giving loved ones at Christmas. Then she pipes up that she's thinking of getting another coworker a t-shirt, custom job at that. I ask her what about. So she looks at me and says, very seriously, that the caption would be "What do you get a hypochondriac that has everything?" I couldn't stop

The Misadventurous Trio - 1

2009-12-16T11:54:00.003-07:00

"Where's Wolf?" "Working, Kish." "On what?" "Not getting killed." "Where is he?" "Not here, obviously." "Well-" "Kish,-" Gar put his palms to his face, dragging them downward for a moment, "-it's times like this I wish Wolf would take you with him. Then it'd be a two-way split." "What? And why wouldn't I get paid." "Because you lack a skill Wolf has." "And that is?" "Not getting killed

I Despise the Service Industry

2009-11-24T01:35:00.000-07:00

Now, let me get one thing straight when I say that I despise the service industry. I do not despise the industry as a whole. It performs a valuable duty by providing services. There are, however, certain areas of the service industry that I do loathe with a fury like that of a thousand suns gone nova. What I hate is a certain sector of the service industry. In a word or two: fast food joints and

The Price is Wrong, Moron

2009-10-14T22:59:00.000-06:00

So, after having worked at my local Tim Hortons for nearly six months now, I can safely say I know a good deal about it. I know a majority of the prices for food and drinks off the top of my head, quoting without difficulty what it is, including the tax. This sometimes even pertains to multiples of said items. I've gotten good at it, and can tell a person without looking at the screen how much

The Buzz

2009-10-06T00:49:00.002-06:00

(23:39:15) Starry: How was work? (23:40:11) Wolf: As I snapped to a woman while on Drive-Thru about a wasp buzzing around my head: "If I got stung, it wouldn't be the most painful part of my day."

Conversations About Work

2009-09-20T00:45:00.001-06:00

(23:24:42) Wolf: So, this guy comes through Drive-Thru tonight, and he says to me: "We were driving along and saw the Tim Horton's sign and thought: awesome! We can get coffee! What do you feel when you see the Timmy's sign." I looked the man in the eye and promptly said, "I feel ashamed when I see a Tim Horton's sign." (23:24:56) Starry: ROFL. (23:24:58) Starry: Ashamed, eh? (23:25:25) Wolf: I

WPCA - Excerpt from 'All Good Things' 02

2009-09-10T21:42:00.002-06:00

"What is this place?" Chrysanthemum asked. "What place?" "This...maze?" "Oh, well, as you can see, it is a maze. Actually, it's a labyrinth." "But what is it called?" "The labyrinth." Chrysanthemum made a face. "Well, I know that. I mean, where is it?" "You should have asked that from the start." She made another face. "It isn't anywhere, and it's everywhere. It branches into all the

78

2009-08-18T01:56:00.000-06:00

I've now made 78 weapons for my little Create-a-Weapon thing. Still going strong after how many years? Wonder if I can make the 100 mark. Maybe.

Everyone Else Except Me

2009-08-16T14:39:00.000-06:00

So, a while back I posted a generalized blanket statement made by a person about the state of affairs in forum role play and dueling. And it is a generalized statement that covers a lot of ground in a very pretentious know-it-all way. Well, I recently posted the statement on the Veteran's board on GameFAQs just to see what I could get out of it. Open a dialog, see what peoples thoughts were. I

WPCA - Excerpt from "All Good Things"

2009-08-15T03:20:00.006-06:00

All Good Things was a bit of writing a friend and I put together. Absolutely massive. We did it back in 2007. This year, in 2009, we hope to put something together that's a bit more -- how do you say -- refined. I'll probably post excerpts from that somewhere along the line. In the meantime, here's a random part from All Good Things. --------------------------------------------------------------

The Echoes

2009-08-10T03:03:00.000-06:00

The Echo, she calls With voices soft and languid; Your mind, it falls With thoughts morbid and sanguine; Your heart, if flutters With fearful beats and thrashings; The words, you mutter With teeth gnawing and gnashing; The vocals, they rise Returned from craggy heights; The power, it lies In whispers soft and light; The wind, it blusters With frigid hands grasping; The thoughts you muster

Rules of the Road

2009-08-08T14:35:00.004-06:00

Me and the road. It's something. Every time I get behind the wheel of my truck I turn into some nice little ball of road rage, resplendent with middle finger action and verbose use of language. I don't know quite why, but I hate so many of the idiots I find driving around. It isn't so bad during the winter, because at least then the people in question driving have a somewhat better understanding

Who Does Writing Anymore?

2009-08-06T13:02:00.001-06:00

I find myself saying often that I need to write more. I used to write all the time, out of habit. Sentences, paragraphs, whole stories that could be massive arcs in and of themselves. But since returned from Afghanistan last year, it's like the desire to write has been stricken from me. I still love the endeavor of doing it, of creating and forming, of each thought transcribed into action and

No, I'm NOT Driving

2009-07-17T23:23:00.001-06:00

I woke this morning to a phone call. It normally wouldn't strike as so odd if it weren't for the fact that nobody really calls me. Especially not at six-fifty in the morning. I'm blinking at my clock while rays of sunlight slash through the blinds before turning my head at the offensive noise. I hop, literally, from bed and bound up to the phone with a kind of perverse curiosity. I don't really

The Irony

2009-07-17T02:18:00.002-06:00

I work at a coffee shop. I'm allergic to caffeine. No, the irony isn't lost on me.

The Art of the Internal

2009-07-03T17:34:00.000-06:00

Internal monologue is something used in writing to convey the feelings, impressions, and mental state of a character we're reading about. It lets us know more intimately those characters, what their emotional context is given a specific situation, and why they are acting in a given way to that situation. However, in dueling, while internal monologue is a good tool for fleshing out your character,

It's a Zombie Rush!

2009-07-02T17:39:00.000-06:00

So, I've equated working in the service industry to being like a zombie movie. Instead of saying "brains" it's "coffee." And, when there's a lull, it's like that point in the movie where the person says it's "too quiet," then a zombie comes around and kills them. Time to reload, boys! The hordes just around the corner ready to come again.

Dominion - Go Big or Go Home

2009-06-28T15:07:00.001-06:00

A klaxon blared in her ear. Insistent, whispering sweet, sweet promise of extinction. A lovers tongue caressing the earlobe, demanding attention. The sweet sourness of the drolling brought forward nascent attentiveness. White fangs formed the basilica of intent, jagged and imposing cliffs behind the black mask with its singular, dominant red eye. Convoluted iconography fluctuated as a thermal

WPCA - Depths Updated

2009-06-27T16:01:00.002-06:00

Added a few paragraphs to WPCA - Depths today. I figure I might turn this into a full-blown story or something. No idea what I really want to do with it. I should start writing again; actually get back into it. I haven't written anything really major in so long.

Welcome to the Service Industry

2009-06-21T17:48:00.000-06:00

I recently started working at a Tim Horten's. I despise the service industry with a passion. It doesn't help that I'm foul-mouthed at the best of times. So imagine the amount of restrain it takes me to put a smile on my face and greet people like I actually do care for eight hours. You want a large triple-triple coffee and a donut? I'd like the recession bullshit to stop so I can get a real job

No Job Nancy

2009-05-30T03:06:00.002-06:00

I got myself ready for work in the same fashion I always do, with the same generalized, apathetic malaise. I make my lunch, assemble the little bits of food I'll eat during break, toss it all into my bag, and wait out the last half hour before I leave for the afternoon/night shift I just got put on. After switching from day's to nights, I can say it's leaving me tired. My body isn't used to this

Condensed RP/Dueling Guide

2009-05-29T15:06:00.006-06:00

The whole role playing guide scene has a few big names in it, or at least a few big names if you've been around long enough to recognize them, otherwise they're just names, nobodies, has-beens and the forgotten of an age long dead. The guides they wrote are still around, still used and still circulated. However, time passes, and like some buildings, or even people, the guides themselves have not

Chat - Vol 6

2009-05-15T17:23:00.000-06:00

(22:40:38) MasterHIM: How freakish? Would I have been disturbed? (22:41:08) Wolf: Probably, especially when I did a Vicky-like squeal of joy. (22:41:50) MasterHIM: ... (22:41:59) MasterHIM: I am disturbed right now, if that's any consolation. (22:42:05) Wolf: Hurrah!

The State of Affairs

2009-05-09T12:15:00.000-06:00

I've noticed something about my life: things never quite go over well, and despite how badly it might be going, or even if there are signs pointing to worse weather beyond the horizon, I keep barreling through at a madcap pace regardless of how my mood or life will be affected in the end state. Well, as it so happens, this is exactly what I'm doing once again. All for the sake of getting that

This is Awkward...

2009-04-28T19:38:00.000-06:00

My friend and I have decided an extremely awkward conversation would follow along these lines: "Hello, this is Video Express: we're calling you to inform you that The Wrestler is one day over due." "Um, yeah, well, our son shattered the disc and stabbed himself to death in the stomach with the pieces." "Oh, uh, um, okay." "Would you like the pieces back? The mortician says that we could keep

Polo Shirts, I Choose You!

2009-04-25T14:19:00.004-06:00

A good friend of mine and I often have interesting conversations. We get to a point where an idea pops into our heads and we run with it. We aren't sure how we got to the final destination, there being a lack of a good roadmap of the conversation, but they prove humorous. One day said friend and I were walking and talking about the latest Pokemon game. Neither of us is a fan, but we're chatting

Chat - Vol 05

2009-04-18T18:45:00.001-06:00

(3:40:54 PM) GuardianAnubite: Monkeys. (3:41:04 PM) Wolf: They're on fire! (3:41:12 PM) GuardianAnubite: And they dance! (3:44:02 PM) Wolf: With love and joy! (3:44:17 PM) GuardianAnubite: No, I think they dance because they're on fire. (3:44:36 PM) Wolf: I think they dance not just because they're on fire on the outside, but filled with a flame of passion on the inside. (3:45:16 PM)

Blue Hands!

2009-04-17T19:06:00.001-06:00

I recently started working at the local bottling plant. For the most part, even though I'm still learning, it's a boring job. The same things happen. Watch the machinery and wait for it to screw up. Just a lot of automation. Today I was working the Labler. It puts the labels on the bottles, can do something like over a thousand in a few minutes. Fast but not that fast, or whatever. Anyway, we're

Inspections Are Never Dull

2009-04-15T19:29:00.003-06:00

Sergeant Warawa is moving his down the hall, inspecting the troops, their kit, the layout, everything. His sharp comments rise and fall. Sometimes a soft voice, sometimes hard. Usually he inspects a certain item more than others during an inspection. You don't know which one; completely random. If you're at the end, and out of sight, you could figure out what it was and make it perfect. Or a

Why NOT to Yawn During Drill Class

2009-04-14T19:22:00.005-06:00

"Czarnowske! Are you yawning in my drill class!" It wasn't a question. It was a statement, bellowed at the top of his lungs. Sergeant Warawa was angry again. "No, Sergeant!" Czarnowske wailed. "Are you lying to me, Czarnowske?" "No, Sergeant!" "I think you're lying to me!" "No, Sergeant!" The last was more a plea than anything. Czarnowske knew what as about to happen to him, at least in a

Refill Eraser

2009-03-31T19:56:00.005-06:00

So, my brother recently found some ancient box for an eraser in his room while he was cleaning. Neither of us is sure what year it comes from. The styling is certainly retro (retro in my mind. I was born in the eighties). The instructions on the side, since this eraser is meant for a mechanical pencil of a kind, are just hilarious. Definitely some tongue-in-cheek humor to be had. So, without

WPCA - Junkie

2009-03-29T21:20:00.002-06:00

The parody of intelligence keeps talking. I watch him blather on and on about something I'm in no way interested in. His mouth is moving, but my ears hear the Charlie Brown "wah wah wah" of "Adultspeak." Testing what little patience I have, I know that much. Doesn't help that he's talking in some badly formed accent that I just couldn't give a damn about -- telling me all sorts of things. Bits of

Journal Entry 01

2009-03-27T23:35:00.007-06:00

While I was in Afghanistan, I made the shoddy attempt to keep a journal. It lasted only so long before my mind wandered to a point where I just didn't care enough to keep one anymore. That and I find I can't organize my thoughts enough when writing on paper or my wrist gives out and I just don't want to write anymore. It's why I love a keyboard -- can write for hours. But, anyway, without further

Forum Dueling Basics - Judging Focus

2009-03-22T23:39:00.002-06:00

There's a lot of talk about where the focus should lie within dueling for the purpose of judging. What criteria should play into it; that is, should it be on the writing or the actual actions -- i.e.: the fighting -- of the match? While I won't dispute that the writing carries those actions forward, molds them into something useful, readable and enjoyable, I think the attacks should be the focus.

Knowing Your Religious Overtones

2009-03-21T18:03:00.001-06:00

So, I went saw a moving last night. What movie? Knowing was the title of it. If you don't want massive spoilers (probably already too late due to the title of this post), then I wouldn't suggest reading onward. Anyway, the movie opens up in 1959 to the grand opening of an elementary school. A young girl had suggested a time capsule for the class and to open it fifty years later. In a rather

Dominion - Target

2009-03-19T15:21:00.000-06:00

The dense foliage was penetrated by the advanced sensors of the armored exo-suit the reptilian creature wore as it slunk through the underbrush in pursuit of her target. A holographic heads up display was displayed just over the creatures irises giving graphical representations of all functions and programs running. A radar signature was pinging away in a circle with a directional location.

Winter Wans

2009-03-04T13:28:00.002-07:00

Drip, drip, drop. The snow is melting. It cascades in small portions off a blue roof in an almost-spring. A spring that wants to be alive with the warmth of a sun hidden by layers of low overcast. The sky a turmoil of static, like the mishmash of TV white-noise. A slosh-thump is heard as more of the melting monstrosity that has long claimed the hidden vestibules of the blue metal roof collapses

Mortars -- They're Fun!

2009-02-22T00:20:00.003-07:00

I wasn't quite sleeping. I remember we'd been sent down to the leaguer in a LAV III (Light Armored Vehicle) that belonged to four platoon (us being six platoon) while the engineers continued the tear down of COP (Combat Outpost) Talucan. I had lived in that COP for the past three weeks, sometime back in July of 2008. It had been a good home, I suppose, although brought along with it memories of

Reflections of My Service Prt 2

2009-02-15T10:32:00.001-07:00

When I arrived at Battalion, I was kept in the dark of what was going on. There was, however, no doubt about me deploying. We were told that from day one of getting into Shilo. I, on the other hand, found myself course-bound that morning. January 7th, 2007. We got into Battalion, formed up three ranks and the Company CQ told us the first rank was 4 Platoon, second 5 and third 6. I was in 6

The Perfect Weapon for Any Occasion

2009-02-10T23:11:00.002-07:00

Ultimate role-playing and dueling weapon? According to a buddy of mine: A laser katana that shoots katanas that are also laser katanas. Can't argue with that, unless of course it's a rocket propelled chainsaw.

Yeah, Awesome

2009-02-09T22:42:00.002-07:00

I could only ever wish I were as awesome a soldier as these guys, but since I'm out, I doubt I ever could be. Plus the rules for fighting wars have changed a fair bit since those days, but it does little to diminish the awesomeness these soldiers were capable of.

Forum Dueling Basics -- Just Die Already

2009-02-08T18:20:00.004-07:00

It gets to me a lot that people don't know how to take damage. Ignoring simple facts like concussive damage caused by shockwaves, blasts, explosions and all the rest, among other things. Too many people feel attached to their characters. I'm not saying we shouldn't be, but when it interferes with dueling, it is obviously causing a problem. No, they don't want a nasty bruise, it might upset their

Retards in the Night

2009-02-04T11:25:00.002-07:00

I was awoken at two in the morning. A figure walked into my room. I was groggy, didn't know what was going on. A voice kept asking me if I was all right, if I was fine, if I was going to make it through. I could really only grasp the thought as I looked at my clock that someone is playing some kind of rude prank on me. I'm thinking, as my body turns to wakefulness, that I must be late for work if

Reflections of My Service Prt 1

2009-01-31T20:30:00.002-07:00

Now that I'm getting out of the military, I suppose I am reflecting on the experience, and much as I have painted the whole of my experience as bad, it really wasn't. I started my Basic back in February of 2006. Seems like forever ago now. Back then I really didn't know better about what I was getting myself into, and the instructors did nothing to dissuade me of my illusions. In fact, I think

On Hobbits and Trolls

2009-01-28T18:55:00.003-07:00

Pte. B. Cooper: "So, see any hobbits on your way back?" Pte. T. Carey: "No, I didn't see any hobbits. And I didn't see any overlarge trolls, either. Probably hiding under a bridge somewhere." Cpl. J. Hoyle: "What're they talking about?" Cpl. J. Hunter: "Veltri and Baltzer." Discussing the whereabouts of Corporal's J. Veltri and D. Baltzer after I had come back from the seeing the company

Suicide Six

2009-01-27T07:59:00.001-07:00

Pte. I. Montgomery: "Why the fuck are we even here so early?" Pte. T. Carey: "Suicide Six is taking calls." Pte. D. Bray: "It's sad that we even call ourselves that."

The State of Affairs in RPing

2009-01-23T16:35:00.008-07:00

From ysqure3: Most RPers are either pretentious hacks who recognize that they can't write worth dick or pretentious hacks who think that their purple, Tolkien-ripoff prose is the shit. They're all people who come to the table from railroaded JRPGs with magic and bullshit mawkish dialog, and are incapable of writing an original character, so they crib off existing tropes. I'm wondering what the

Forum Dueling Basics - How to BE

2009-01-21T11:33:00.003-07:00

There are many advantages to be had while dueling. You and your opponent constantly make mistakes while not realizing it, leaving yourself open. For every advantage you think you have, your opponent has five more that they don't know about. People try all sorts of things thinking they are giving themselves an advantage. Every attack you make leaves you open in some form, even distance attacks.

Chat - Vol 4

2009-01-20T19:54:00.002-07:00

(6:08:43 PM) GuardianAnubite: You get so attached to random shit. (6:08:48 PM) GuardianAnubite: Like a word magpie. (6:09:08 PM) GuardianAnubite: You see a 'shiny' word, which could sound cool, funny, whatever, and then you steal it. (6:09:16 PM) GuardianAnubite: <_< (6:09:33 PM) Wolf: I suppose that's still better than being attached to random drugs. That could end up really bad. (6:09:37 PM)

Survey's -- Do They Listen To Our Cries?

2009-01-20T16:59:00.002-07:00

Did a survey today. It was the third in a series. Had one before deployment, and apparently one during our deployment, but I don't remember it, and one today. The usual rigmarole that you'd expect. A whole plethora of questions with numbers pertaining to "strongly disagreeing", "disagreeing", "neutrality", "agreeing" and "strongly agreeing." It seems you can sum up what a person really thinks

Pancakes

2009-01-17T20:37:00.001-07:00

(4:41:31 PM) Starry: What do I remind you of, Wolfgang? (4:44:04 PM) Wolf: Pancakes.

Yeah,..

2009-01-16T11:59:00.003-07:00

Ever wonder what's talked about in a military workplace? Here's a couple examples. I wish this weren't true, too, but it is. Scagel: What kind of blade does a nunchuk have? Palahicky: A nunchuk doesn't have a blade. Stratile: How many socks are in a pair? Warawa: Are you stupid?

Enough With the Bullshit Characters

2009-01-14T15:47:00.000-07:00

Creativity. I often wonder what it is. People say it means to be original. But originality means one of a kind, and I'm sorry to say, nobody is really that original. Carbon lifeforms being carbon copies. Nothing is ever, truly new, just remade. I've been role playing and dueling for years now. I've tried to make headway in the whole "creative" and "original" department. I use technology as my

It's Back

2009-01-13T22:18:00.005-07:00

The wonderful thing that is "Create-a-Weapon is back! Here's all the wonderful new toys* I've come up based on requests: VTD XS2221 VarG MCS-88 "Windcutter" The VarG MCS-88 (Molecular Control System), nicknamed the Windcutter -- it's a bodysuit built of a mesh of polymers and light-weight alloys. It isn't designed to protect the user as it is to affect and charge molecular

It's Dead, Jim

2009-01-05T20:16:00.002-07:00

When I returned here to lovely Manitoba, I knew that I'd want to head on into town, go buy some stuff. Food and the like. Well, when I made my way out to my truck, put the key in the ignition, turned, and listened to the engine sputter as it turned over twice before going into a series of rapid-fire thrashings that sounded almost like machine gun fire. I knew at once it was something with the

Enjoy Your Flight

2009-01-04T00:56:00.000-07:00

Some people like to consider traveling refreshing. After all, most people never leave their quaint little towns, never see the world or do anything that others might consider "interesting" or "exciting." I was once like them, thinking that going places in and of itself was an adventure. Oh, trust me, while it is an adventure, it's more an adventure in patience than anything else. I used to think

That Time of Year Again

2008-12-12T12:41:00.000-07:00

Every year around Christmas, I do a rant. Not really a tradition I want to keep, or even something I do intentionally, but I can't help it -- just the way the time of year goes. Generally, it's tied to the season, and I bitch about something that's going on or things people do -- usually bad or stupid crap that just pops up. I always paint the season in a negative light. For all the cheer and

Dominion/Crossover - The Alliance

2008-12-11T12:58:00.004-07:00

The rustic swirls of red-brown glazed over the planet marked by dashes of blue water and a smattering of chilly white clouds painting abstract art on the spheroid. Little patches of green clung to the blue in a haze, the only plant-life that was stubborn enough not to be washed away by the drifting deserts. It was an old planet -- an ancient world without significance found in a system on the

Chat - Vol 3

2008-11-30T11:14:00.000-07:00

(10:10:32 AM) Vakarro: nothing really matters west of ontario (10:10:35 AM) Vakarro: i mean what do you have (10:10:38 AM) GuardianAnubite: >_> (10:10:39 AM) Vakarro: 2 provinces of fields (10:10:43 AM) GuardianAnubite: Alberta has oil. (10:10:49 AM) Vakarro: a bunch of mountains (10:11:00 AM) Vakarro: alberta is full of angry warehouse workers and oilmen (10:11:08 AM) GuardianAnubite:

I Weep

2008-11-21T17:48:00.001-07:00

I hear the trumpet play, I see the sun fall, and I weep. I hear the trumpet play, I see the flag fall, and I weep. I hear the trumpet play, I hear the guns fire, and I weep. I hear the trumpet play, I see the casket fall, and I weep. I hear the echoing scream, I see my friend fall, and I weep. I hear the blast ring, I see my sergeant calling, and I march on.

Why I Love the Military

2008-11-20T19:05:00.001-07:00

So, the military is screwing me around ... again. I guess it's to be expected these days. I mean, they don't have anything other to do than fuck with the troops, so that's what they do. It's a bureaucracy thing this time around, a nifty little loophole in the system designed to screw over the people who weren't prepared. And why would one be prepared as you never find out about this dirty little

In Memory

2008-11-14T16:43:00.000-07:00

Today I wasn't expecting too much. I knew the battalion was holding a memorial service for all those lost, and that the family's of the fallen would be there. It was a closed event, open only to the families and the units that had deployed overseas itself. I thought it would be one of those usual boring events with long speeches and back-patting by high level officers who would each congratulate