Okay
This weekend
A post.
I'm so tired
-- A poem, by Caits
Crimson Raven
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'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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I say the words that I wish someone would tell me in vain hope that they might be returned to me.
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Existence continues.
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So much I want to do, so little time...
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“I’ve met some pricks in my time. But you, sir...” He said to the offending cactus.
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“NO ADMITTANCE.
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
NOTICE
Thank you for Noticing This Notice.
Your Noting it has been Noted.
And it has been Reported to the proper Authority.
Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking.
In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...
Need mor ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
(Made in collaboration with @hatakekuro)
It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
--Douglass Adams
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
~~As You Like It, Shakespear
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
~~ Macbeth, Shakespear
“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”
“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”
“What do you know?”
“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”
“What do you want, then?”
“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.”
"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.
'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.
'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'
'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.
'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'
'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.
'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'
'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'
'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'
'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'
'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"
The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.
"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"
"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"
"Let us say it does," the messenger said.
"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"
The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"
...
“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.
“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”
"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."
Silence
"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."
"What is it to be witty, then?”
“To say clever things.”
“And what is cleverness?”
“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”
The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.
“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.
“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”
Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”
~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson
"You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!"
-Hayao Miyazaki
"In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside."
~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris
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Why have I only been posting gifs in the OOC?
Because gifs are awesome, thats why.
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Your priority list!?
What in the world could be higher on your priority list than this; a word based role playing game based off a a manga that ended years ago, made by a person you don't know, in a city you don't care about for reasons no one was ever concerned with!?
Priorities:
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Things that have to be done in order for one to have fun. An endless series of boring and painful sisyphean tasks that make up 99% of Life.
Examples: School, driving, work, chores, dealing with idiots
I'm still here.
Just been busy with school and other stuff higher on priority list. But don't worry, I hit spring break tomorrow, and then I'll have all the time in the world. lol
Just been busy with school and other stuff higher on priority list. But don't worry, I hit spring break tomorrow, and then I'll have all the time in the world. lol
Yay, I've posted for Ferris. 👏🏻👏🏻🎉🎉
Its been awhile. >.>
Anyway, about the Wrestling event, what details do you have that I may need to know about it? (Location, time, opponent, ect) Do I need to move Ferris there soon?
Its been awhile. >.>
Anyway, about the Wrestling event, what details do you have that I may need to know about it? (Location, time, opponent, ect) Do I need to move Ferris there soon?
Li Daiyu Merle
Delaney Kiara Merle
Beacon, early Monday Morning
Keep your Enemies close...and your Family closer
A shadow descended on Beacon.
A small, noisy shadow, cast by a pair of figures, one holding the other under his arm, who swooped down out of the sky to rest on a building.
"Putmedownputmedownputmedown." the little one demanded.
"Hush, Ki-ki. You'll wake the whole school with your squaking." The older one said.
"I don't like heights... Ki muttered.
"Don't worry, you are perfectly safe with me. Besides, you'll need to learn to get over your fear one day. Who ever heard of a bird faunus afraid of heights before?"
"But its scary."
He sighed. "Nevermind, we've been over this before."
The man shaded his eyes and looked around. "Er...how are we going to find him? I didn't expect the campus to be so...big. This Family day thing is a school-wide event, maybe we could ask..." He trailed off, frowned and looked down at his sister.
"You aren't even paying attention are you?"
Ki glaced up from the piece of fluff she held that had been staring intently at. "Caw?"
"I give up. We'll just wing it." He chuckled as he stepped off the building.
"Li, your puns are terribeeeeeeeeek!" Ki's complaint transformed into a terrified squeak and she covered her eyes as the ground rushed up to meet them.
Ferris Solidor
Ferris awoke to the feeling that he was falling.
Which was quite appropriate because he was. Off his bed.
"Wah!"
*Thunk*
"Urgh, owww."
Ferris lay groaning on the floor where he had fallen, still half asleep and woozy, waiting for the room to stop spinning. The unreasonably bright and cheery sunlight streaming through the window cheerfully assaulted his eyes, making him scowl and wince in pain. Through a pounding headache, Ferris struggled to pull together a coherent thought, but his head felt like someone had stuffed it with fuzz then smashed it repeatedly with baseball bat wrapped in cloth. What happened again? He wondered, his thoughts slow as molasses. With some difficulty he came to a belated conclusion. Oh yeah...I think...maybe I had too much...to drink.
The universe stubbornly refused to establish a fixed point so with another groan, Ferris attempted climb to to his feet anyway. The room didn't seem to like that, it heaved beneath his feet. His balance wobbled, and he instinctively thust out a hand to steady himself against his bed. His Gauntlet swung through empty air as his bed abruptly skittered away from him. With one last heave, the floor succeeded in toppled him over, and it gleefully caught him with a clang and a thump.
Ferris decided that laying there for a little bit longer was a good idea.
Eventually, the room ground to a halt, evidently tired of its game, and with a titanic effort, Ferris managed to stand. He scowled around the room at his team, mentality daring someone to laugh, which he would respond with by doing his best to glare them to death.
Then he eyed his next task: the stretch of floor from his bed to the bathroom. He staggered across, one step at a time. Any attempt to speak to him or offer help would be met with another of his deadly glares and some colorful advice on where they could shove their help, and how far it would go.
He was, perhaps, a bit grumpy. Ferris reflected, although he had no intention of changing that.
I feel like crap He thought. In the bathroom he was confronted with a haggard figure glaring back at him from the mirror. His eyes were half open, blearily and bloodshot, his hair a mess, and his face already showing a shadow of stubble. He was stooped over, slouching like a hunchback. I look like crap.
Ferris pawed through several bottles before coming up with some medicine, specifically bought by him for circumstances like this. He violently twisted off that damn irritating cap, poured out a couple, and tossed them back, disdaining water. He cruched them as he turned to shut the door. Moments later, water could be heard rushing through the pipes as he turned on the shower.
Fifteen minutes later, he emerged from the shower feeling almost human again.
Almost. One thing was lacking.
He emerged with a towel around his waist, ignoring his team, and the slightly awkward situation with lofty contempt. Obviously, he had to get some clean clothing. He retreated once more, only to subsequently appear dressed in a more casual outfit.
"Coffeeeeee." He moaned, zombie-like, only half joking. Spotting his Scroll where he had thrown it last night, he picked it up and checked the time.
Perfect, they should still be serving breakfast--and coffee.
On the way out, he grabbed his coat, hesitated, then grabbed Damocles too. He put on his coat and tucked his gunblade though his belt. A cynical person might find some significance in Ferris purposely going armed to family day.
Good thing I'm not cynical. Ferris thought.
"Are you two coming or not?" He asked over his shoulder as he was walking out the door.
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@Crimson Raven Uhm, well, uh, hate to possibly rain on your parade but...
Most everything anyone did, including myself, was edited (Not what was said though).
Unless your reading through the original, in which case: Yes, yes you did really write that. Otherwise, only maybe.
Also... Tense errors...
Tense errors happen, but I'm reading the original too. After I noticed the changes in the post. :P
Don't worry, every one on my parade brings umbrellas.
Edit: Just so you know, I'm fine with the changes.
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Yeah I'm indeed interested in such things, since I actually kinda like Luna...
Also, things are going to happen in the future that are going to significantly impact Luna's character, and it'd be a shame if she couldn't do anything.
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You've had 100,000 character long toenails?
Darn it, I was hoping you wouldn't take it seriously
Eh-hem
I read back through what I wrote, and I found myself thinking "Wow! Did I really write that?!" I love how Valak is turning out, and I can't wait to develop him more.
Edit: Hmm...the question is, where would he be now...?
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