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Current 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

6 yrs ago

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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6 yrs ago

Existence continues.

6 yrs ago

So much I want to do, so little time...

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6 yrs ago

“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

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.

~~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."

~~ 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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In A R K H E U S → 10 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

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In A R K H E U S → 10 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

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“Hey, I'm just along for the ride.”


"Call me Alex. 'Marcus' is just too uptight for my liking."
Name: Marcus Alexander Solidor

"I deserve this name..."
Aliases: Whirlwind, Lunatic Pysker

"Put 'overwhelmingly'."
Gender: Male

"Old enough to know better, young enough not to care."
Age: 21

"I'm not sure if fugitive is a job, but it certaintly is a full-time occupation, amIright?"
Job Title: Fugitive, formor Pysker

Height: 6' 4"

Weight: 165 lbs 

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Pale Blue

Skin Color: Tan  

Scars:Surgical Scars from Experimentation
Several all over from various accidents like falls from buildings, crashing into walls, getting shot, and once from being mauled by a dog.

Tattoos:N/A

Modifications:N/A

Cybernetics:N/A

Other:Loves Coffee
Knows how to play a guitar, and is moderately good at it
Fond of any kind of music.
Has a hard time remembering names, so he gives out nicknames, usually insulting ones.

He is always wearing his white vest/coat, and a pair of googles around his neck. Other clothing is whatever he can beg, borrow, or steal.

His shards are few in number, he has one big one on the right side of his face, two on his back, and one on his forearm.

Alexander is currently on the run from the government for being a rogue Pysker. Not much to say, except the only reason he has lasted so long, is that having a precious Pysker on the loose is such a massive potential embarrassment, they are taking great pains to not let the information go public.

Alexander was born to a rapidly rising middle-class family. His father was a very sucessful entrepreneur, he single handedly brought them from living in the slums of the Core to living in moderate comfort in Aetherdale. His mother worked odd jobs, but mainly his father supported them. Alex went to school and had a very normal life growing up.

When Alex was old enough, he became a police officer. The pay was crap, but he joined because he enjoyed helping people. He also had a nack for the foresic science which helped. However, he didn't fit in with most of the other officers. They were rich and spoiled kids from the uppercust of society. Alex frequently mouthed off to them, and to his superiors, which did not endear him to them.

Life was pretty good, until his father's business prospects earned the wrath of one of the wealthier businessmen. The detals are unimportaint, but his father's business was an obstacle to one of this man's businesses. At first, he tried to get Alex's father to sell out. When he refused, the man resorted to more violent methods, he sabotaged his business, he bought off most of the workers, and beat the ones that refused. He pulled strings, and had Alex's mother fired from her job, and had Alex kicked from the police force. In the span of a month, they were financially ruined. His father met with the man, and tried to reason with him, but on his way back, he died in a car wreck. An "accident" of course.

With debts looming, and no way to support themselves, they were force to move back to the core. They were hardly there for a week, when Alex's mother fell ill. Desperate for work to pay for her illness, Alex got hired as a core miner, along with several small jobs on the side.

Sadly, the small amount of income he made barely scratched the debts they owed, and dispite what medical treatment she got, his mother died of the sickness.

Alexander was all alone now, he had more debt then he could pay in a lifetime, and no chance of ever making anything of himself. Still, he smiled, and went to work every day.

However, fate still had plans for him.

He had been working as a core miner for almost a year before he started showing signs of core sickness. A week later he died in a random cave in.

Or so it seemed.

He was actualy kidnapped by govorment officals, and taken away to top-secret research labs. There he was tested and examined. They found that he was remarkably resistant to the deterioration that came with the core sickness, they predicted that he could live for a good thirty or forty more years, with treatment.

However that was not to be.

Seeing his power and resilience, he was selected for weaponization. He had no choice in the matter, but if he had, he would have volunteered for it anyway. He underwent numerous treatments, experimentations, and intense forced physical and mental training. In short, he became a Pysker.

The atrocities he did, and went through at their hands are numerous, and too painful to dwell on. And somewhere along the way he became jaded and ruthless. He has personally killed 309 men, woman, and children (he keeps count), and is responsible for the death of hundreds of others. He would fight and kill with a smile on his face, and occasionally a maniacal laugh. Some feared that his sanity was breaking, and so they called him the Lunitic Pysker, and they feared him. 

He spent three years like that, an attack dog of the government, but he also spent those three years planning, laying the groundwork for his escape.

And one day, he did.

What he did, or how he did it is a mystery, but he accomplished what should have been impossible. He escaped, and now he is living in the core, constantly hunted.

Weapons:N/A

Armor:N/A

Gadgets:Goggles (They have infrared, zoom capabilities, and are highly durable)
Multitool
Gas mask
A radio

Key Items:

Miscellaneous: 
Literal fluff, in his pocket.

Manifested Phenomena:Gravikinesis: Subject appears to have a type of gravity-based telekinesis.
Further information pending.
Gravity Manipulation: Subject can generate, absorb, shape, increase, decrease. and redirect the forces of gravity with a range of .8km (0.5mi). The strength, complexity, or number of uses are limited to subject's physical endurance as the sickness releases Element C9. Further Experimentation recommended.
Density Field: Subject can generate a field roughly 20 yards or less, with increased gravitational density which effectively stops motion. This appears to be quite taxing. Maximum recorded sustain was timed at half a minute.  Objects released from the field will not continue previous momentum, bullets will fall to the ground and optical weapon blasts will dissipate. Further Experimentation recommended.
Gravity Well: Subject can create a pinpoint zone of intense gravity, simulating the effects of a blackhole. Surrounding objects will be drawn towards the central point. With enough energy, these objects will be crushed into a ball. Personal drain depends on the strength, and duration of use. Further Experimentation recommended.
Shift: Change an object's perceived gravity, causing it to fall in that direction.
Gravity apears to be normal 10m/s. Phenomena is unheard of, and should be impossible. Further Experimentation recommended.
Binding: Bind two or more, up to five, objects together with gravity, no matter where they are, they will be drawn to each other, duration and strength of the bond varies on the amount of energy used.
Highly intriguing, surprisingly versatile. Further Experimentation recommended.
Gyrisajutsu: "Martial Art" made up and named by the subject. Dispite the sillines of it's name, it proves undelably effective. It involves enhanced combat abilities by reducing or increasing the effective weight of themself or objects for Subject's advantage. Quite ridiculous, ability is accepted as one of the subject's qurks.
Density Pulse: Subject displays the ability to emit an outward burst of energy in a sphereical radius of twenty yards or less. Unlike the sustained field, this is a quick burst that will push objects depending on their mass in proportion to how much power subject uses. This can knock over people, throw them violently, stop bullets, and shatter walls. Further Experimentation recommended.
Note: Subject is extremely clever, may have invented more ways to utilize their ability. Recommended use of Extreme Caution.
Breakthrough: Subject can force body into...the effect of...rapid degeneration in...certainly fatal. --here blood staining obscures much of the text-- Ability is classified as top priority. Further Experimentation mandatory.

-From a missing file labled "Top Secret". File is suspected to have been stolen, then disposed of.

Proficiencies:Gingerbread Man- Very hard to catch, and very good at not getting caught. Powers aside, he is strong, agile, fleet of foot, and slick as an eel.
Elementary, Watson- He has a naturally keen and curious mind. (It often gets him into trouble, but thats another thing.)
🎶Last known survivor🎶- He will do whatever it takes to survive, no matter how humiliating, or amoral.
Sticky Fingers- He has had to steal to survive, and so he is a sucessful thief.
To be or not to be. How know, brown cow?- He is an really good actor, with a flair for the dramatic, a ham, as it is called.
Deadpan Snarker- Armed with nothing but his wits, and a wisecrack or two, he will take on the world.

Limitations:Renagade- He is on the run so he has to maintain a low profile.
🎶He's just a poor boy...🎶 He owns nothing but the clothes on his back, and what he carries with him.
Curiosity has killed...- He is curious, and meddlesome, where he goes, trouble is not far ahead.
Lone Ranger- He tends to act first, and plan later. He will dive head and heels first into danger, with a grin on his face and not a care in the world.
Loose Cannon- He does not have full control over his powers yet, sometimes he uses them on accident, sometimes he can't use them when he wants to.
Incurable Flirt- Dispite that most see Pyskers as abominations, he will still flit with almost anyone of the opposite sex.
Ack, Kryptonite! Anything that disrupts Core energy will shut his powers down. 
Limitation #1: His power does not replace the original forces of gravity, but overpowers them. If he is too weak, or doesn't use enough power, his manipulation may not be strong enough to affect anything.

Limitation #2: More mass requires more power. At maximum effort, Alex could reasonably use his powers on most vehicles, including buses, but not for long. Things proportional to a human target are easier to sustain his abilties agaisnt.

Limitation #3: Complexity and Size, The larger the attack, or the higher volume of power use through multiple manipulative forces, causes a larger drain on Alex. This includes lifting more than a single object, but is exempt from the density field, as that has its own limitations.

Limitation #4: Of the four conventionally accepted forces, Gravity is the weakest. In theory, this means Alex is likely to lose out against another Pysker manipulating a stronger force. It is also theorized that Alex's powers simulate warped space-time, and that actual, direct manipulations of space-time may ovveride his powers.

Likes:Coffee
Music
Freedom

Dislikes:Cages
Assholes
Authority

Important People:Dead, all dead.

He had an interesting, possibly romantic relationship with his handler that may or may not have had something to do with how he escaped.

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Greetings, how was the othe side?@Expolar

Oh, you know, it was okay. They sold lemondade and cookies, and only a few tried to steal my soul. They were a pleasent bunch, really.

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

HELLO FROM THE OTHE SIDE!!!

In Pandemonium → 10 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Well I liked that someone outside of the Frye's fight was aware of Frye magic power appearing.@Expolar

Heh, yeah.

I've noticed that we seem to be treating eachother's subplots like they are in their own little worlds. Sure it is a big city, but with the levels of mayhem that some wizards are capable of, some one else is bound to notice, even if only in passing.

Ferrin's sensitivity to magic is also part of an idea I am working with.

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

--nvm--

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Everything okay?@Expolar

Yeah, just spent quite a while on that post, and, as it turns out I took too long.

I have to rethink some of it, and it killed my Roleplay mood.

In Pandemonium → 10 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets

[center] [img]https://24.media.tumblr.com/3a8ba414f61e0188376b43f52af1d95c/tumblr_n57ft1EqRI1rayk5go1_500.gif[/img] [/center] [center] [color=silver] [h1] “NO ADMITTANCE. NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL. YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE. GO AWAY.” ― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless [/h1] [/color] [/center] [center][h1]NOTICE[/h1] [h2]Thank you for Noticing This Notice.[/h2] [h3]Your Noting it has been Noted.[/h3] And it has been Reported to the proper Authority. [/center] 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]) [hr] 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 [hr] [center]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.[/center] [right][I]~~As You Like It, Shakespear [/I][/right] [center]"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."[/center] [right][i]~~ Macbeth, Shakespear [/i][/right] [hr] “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.” [hr] “The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.” [hr] “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.” [hr] "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?" ... [hr] “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.” [hr] "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." [hr] "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. [hr] “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.” [center]~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson[/center] "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 Some heartfelt music while you lurk [youtube]https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kZKmmCIqN2Y[/youtube] Or U liSTEN TO tem MOOSIC! 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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://24.media.tumblr.com/3a8ba414f61e0188376b43f52af1d95c/tumblr_n57ft1EqRI1rayk5go1_500.gif" /></div> <div class="bb-center"> <div class="bb-h1">“NO ADMITTANCE. NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL. YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE. GO AWAY.” ― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless</div> </div> <div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1">NOTICE</div> <div class="bb-h2">Thank you for Noticing This Notice.</div> <div class="bb-h3">Your Noting it has been Noted.</div> And it has been Reported to the proper Authority.</div> 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 <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/hatakekuro">@hatakekuro</a>) <hr class="bb-hr"> 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 <hr class="bb-hr"> <div class="bb-center">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.</div> <div class="bb-right">~~As You Like It, Shakespear											</div> <div class="bb-center">"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."</div> <div class="bb-right">~~ Macbeth, Shakespear											</div> <hr class="bb-hr"> “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.” <hr class="bb-hr"> “The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.” <hr class="bb-hr"> “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.” <hr class="bb-hr"> "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?" ... <hr class="bb-hr"> “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.” <hr class="bb-hr"> "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." <hr class="bb-hr"> "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. <hr class="bb-hr"> “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.” <div class="bb-center">~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson</div> "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 Some heartfelt music while you lurk <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/kZKmmCIqN2Y?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe> Or U liSTEN TO tem MOOSIC! <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/-i7Hj1fAYN4?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe> I just don't want you to have a Bad Time... <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/-BTrspwpooo?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe> What do I live for? <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/80tq0g4_3dg?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/KAOdjqyG37A?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe> "I think I've seen this movie before." -<a class="bb-mention" href="/users/guess-who">@Guess Who</a> <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/EhgDibw7vB4?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe> <hr class="bb-hr"> <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="http://tvtropes.org/">I LOVE TVTROPES!</a> <img src="https://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/tab_explosion.png" /></div>

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