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TheMadAsshatter
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Guess who's back
STATUS: You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to RPG. 6 yrs ago
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You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to RPG.
7 yrs ago
I've been away for so long. Holy shit.
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8 yrs ago
I'm done with Guam. I want to get back home, buy an 80s Japanese sports car, and get to tuning.
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9 yrs ago
Motorcycle is finally street legal. Now I can finally live.
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10 yrs ago
I'M BACK, BABY!
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Test bio, please ignore.
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When in doubt, use a datapad. :p
I would have said something, but I get enough drama irl. I like to keep my online life free of it as much as I can, regardless of who is in the right.
If this were a strictly black and white issue, I might have taken a side, but I'm seeing a lot of grey, and to quote Garrus Vakarian, I don't know what to do with grey.
If this were a strictly black and white issue, I might have taken a side, but I'm seeing a lot of grey, and to quote Garrus Vakarian, I don't know what to do with grey.
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Fuck it. Time to join this circus.
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Lol, I rarely watch the news, I don't listen to the radio when I sleep, and I have never seen that movie, though I have seen a lot of zombie movies.
And I actually found the dream enjoyable, in that it was so random and weird. A lot of my dreams can just be straight up bizarre, and plenty have been much worse than that one.
I will say that when I used to play Amnesia and some of the custom stories and all that that I had a ton of really terrifying dreams that seemed to take place in similar settings with similar monsters and shit.
Yay, content!
Somewhere in the temple, a barely visible figure skulked about a dark room. He was completely alone, save for the droid that occupied the same room, though where it was exactly, the Padawan was still trying to extrapolate. The simulation that was programmed for this exercise was meant for more advanced trainees; one in which the training droid actively suppressed it's emissions in order to make it harder to detect by even a Jedi. The objective was simple; to find the droid before it found you. Simple a task as it was, it was reserved for more experienced Padawans due to both the nature of the exercise, and the actual difficulty involved in making one's presence harder to detect.
The droid passed between a pair of pillars in the middle of the room, patrolling the confines of the chamber slowly and diligently. Jenner made a leap between two support beams near the ceiling. He had been pursuing the droid on and off, being able to detect it's presence for only a moment before it faded again. After several minutes of trial and error, Jenner finally managed to find it without releasing his concentration on his force cloak, weak as it was. He looked down and spotted the droid; a small orb with several slots and pits about it's surface where sensors and training blasters were fitted. The droid still hadn't spotted him, however, giving Jenner a perfect opportunity to strike. Jenner leapt down onto the droid, holding his cloak until the last second before activating his vibrant green lightsaber and bringing the blade within an inch of the droid. "I win," he said, satisfied with his performance.
The lights came back up and the droid returned to it's starting position in the middle of the room, just as Jenner deactivated his weapon. He released a sigh and realized that he had quite exhausted his strength while trying to hold the cloak as long as he had. Still, he considered this a success, being the first time he had managed to maintain the technique long enough to complete the exercise. That's not to say he hadn't done it before, but those were times in which he didn't rely on his force cloak at all, and was able to focus purely on physical stealth. He figured it was best to work on each approach individually to the point of near perfection and combine them later.
Still, Jenner had tired himself concentrating as hard as he had on maintaining the force cloak, and now he felt the need for some peace. He brushed a lock of his longish brown hair away from his eyes and headed out of the training room, entering one of the Jedi Temple's many hallways. He walked down the cavernous hall in silence, making his way towards his room. As tempting as it felt to meditate in the contemplation gardens, there was something innately comforting about being in one's room, and he found that the tranquility he experienced there was equal to, if not greater than what he felt while visiting the gardens.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jenner wondered where his de-facto Master had gotten to. Being a Knight as opposed to a Master, Rayne was given several duties that went beyond what a Padawan could reasonably handle. He was currently on another such assignment, and left Jenner to continue to master his control of the force, as well as to meditate and take some rest. It had been some time in the last several months since he had a break, and given how close he was to attaining Knighthood, Rayne felt that Jenner deserved a rest. Jenner was thankful for that, to say the least.
As he walked past one of the other training rooms, he heard the sounds of a duel, most likely between another Padawan and their Master. He felt a familiar feeling coming from the room, and as the sounds of lightsabers cutting the air and clashing against one another reached a sudden stop, there was a pause, followed by laughter. He recognized one of the voices as the Cathar he had seen a few times before, Charuri. He cracked a small smile and continued down the hall.
Jenner felt the force around him. He felt it as he guided it to gently levitate himself above the floor. He felt it's presence swirling about him in various ways. He felt it pervade his being and everything around him. It affected himself and everything around him as he and his surroundings did in turn. He found it calming to immerse himself in it's flow, and to occasionally try to reach out and see what it would tell him. He tried to do so this time... but he found it difficult to follow through. He wanted to, but something was stopping him from doing it. Nothing that directly affected his ability to do so, but something nonetheless.
Jenner decided to open his eyes and lower his feet to the ground, standing himself up as he released his immediate influence on the force. There was something that had started bothering him not long ago, but he couldn't quite tell what. There was an uncertainty that hung in the air, and whether it had to do with what would soon be his graduation to Knighthood or something else entirely that he could not hope to foresee, was a mystery to him. He decided that letting such feelings fester was a bad idea, and sought out guidance from one of the Masters.
The droid passed between a pair of pillars in the middle of the room, patrolling the confines of the chamber slowly and diligently. Jenner made a leap between two support beams near the ceiling. He had been pursuing the droid on and off, being able to detect it's presence for only a moment before it faded again. After several minutes of trial and error, Jenner finally managed to find it without releasing his concentration on his force cloak, weak as it was. He looked down and spotted the droid; a small orb with several slots and pits about it's surface where sensors and training blasters were fitted. The droid still hadn't spotted him, however, giving Jenner a perfect opportunity to strike. Jenner leapt down onto the droid, holding his cloak until the last second before activating his vibrant green lightsaber and bringing the blade within an inch of the droid. "I win," he said, satisfied with his performance.
The lights came back up and the droid returned to it's starting position in the middle of the room, just as Jenner deactivated his weapon. He released a sigh and realized that he had quite exhausted his strength while trying to hold the cloak as long as he had. Still, he considered this a success, being the first time he had managed to maintain the technique long enough to complete the exercise. That's not to say he hadn't done it before, but those were times in which he didn't rely on his force cloak at all, and was able to focus purely on physical stealth. He figured it was best to work on each approach individually to the point of near perfection and combine them later.
Still, Jenner had tired himself concentrating as hard as he had on maintaining the force cloak, and now he felt the need for some peace. He brushed a lock of his longish brown hair away from his eyes and headed out of the training room, entering one of the Jedi Temple's many hallways. He walked down the cavernous hall in silence, making his way towards his room. As tempting as it felt to meditate in the contemplation gardens, there was something innately comforting about being in one's room, and he found that the tranquility he experienced there was equal to, if not greater than what he felt while visiting the gardens.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jenner wondered where his de-facto Master had gotten to. Being a Knight as opposed to a Master, Rayne was given several duties that went beyond what a Padawan could reasonably handle. He was currently on another such assignment, and left Jenner to continue to master his control of the force, as well as to meditate and take some rest. It had been some time in the last several months since he had a break, and given how close he was to attaining Knighthood, Rayne felt that Jenner deserved a rest. Jenner was thankful for that, to say the least.
As he walked past one of the other training rooms, he heard the sounds of a duel, most likely between another Padawan and their Master. He felt a familiar feeling coming from the room, and as the sounds of lightsabers cutting the air and clashing against one another reached a sudden stop, there was a pause, followed by laughter. He recognized one of the voices as the Cathar he had seen a few times before, Charuri. He cracked a small smile and continued down the hall.
Jenner felt the force around him. He felt it as he guided it to gently levitate himself above the floor. He felt it's presence swirling about him in various ways. He felt it pervade his being and everything around him. It affected himself and everything around him as he and his surroundings did in turn. He found it calming to immerse himself in it's flow, and to occasionally try to reach out and see what it would tell him. He tried to do so this time... but he found it difficult to follow through. He wanted to, but something was stopping him from doing it. Nothing that directly affected his ability to do so, but something nonetheless.
Jenner decided to open his eyes and lower his feet to the ground, standing himself up as he released his immediate influence on the force. There was something that had started bothering him not long ago, but he couldn't quite tell what. There was an uncertainty that hung in the air, and whether it had to do with what would soon be his graduation to Knighthood or something else entirely that he could not hope to foresee, was a mystery to him. He decided that letting such feelings fester was a bad idea, and sought out guidance from one of the Masters.
A bit behind on the subject, but I thought sleep paralysis was simply the feeling of being fully awake and lucid, but not being able to move. I recall having sleep paralysis exactly once, and it felt nothing like an out of body experience or anything like that, it just felt like my mind had woken up but my body hadn't and I couldn't move for about five seconds. Weird, and a little scary in that "I feel like I'm trapped in my own body" sort of way, but far from a paranormal feeling.
Anyways, I've had some weird ass dreams before. Like this one.
I was driving through Dallas, trying to get to some place I didn't really know, but I had a map. I was about to exit from my highway and join another when I noticed that the road ahead was completely flooded, as in what was once solid land and road was now a lake. Naturally, I started to take a detour, but it led me to the really ghetto part of Dallas. There came a point that I knew I wouldn't get around the lake without either walking or doubling back and taking another highway. So, I did the completely logical thing and got out and walked.
I got to the other side of the lake, but then I saw a group of ISIS troops moving out of a small drainage tunnel. I introduced myself as a journalist so as to avoid getting my ass shot off, and they took me in, though somewhat threateningly. I actually began to take a liking to some of them, so it was a shame that I was hatching a plan to kill them all; either that or get away and tell the CIA or something. I began to take count of their guns, finding about 6 AKs of various types, a couple of pistols and an uzi. I knew I was hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned, but they weren't being overtly hostile, so I figured I still had some time to make a plan.
One of the guys, who I noticed wasn't taking very kindly to my presence, began to threaten me with his rifle. I began to plead, but not too pitifully, for my life before he started firing shots at me. none of them hit, but by that point the guy whom I deduced was the head honcho shot him, then proceeded to use his AK and bayonet as a pike to stab the hell out of the other guy's back. I was just about to leave while no one else was looking, but then I was like "Ehh, fuck it, I'm having fun." I came back just in time to see a trio of other people show up making a "Hail Hitler" gesture, whom I deduced were neo-nazis. The conversation that went on between them and the boss of the ISIS group confirmed my suspicions, though I couldn't help but be skeptical. They didn't quite come off as neo-nazis, just a group of really punkish kids, complete with cheap leather jackets, black skinny jeans, crazy hairstyles and combat boots.
"This some new guy?" the lead punk asked, gesturing to me. I couldn't help but think she was hot, but I didn't get the chance to continue looking as the guy the ISIS leader stabbed to death became a zombie and tried to bite me. I threw him off and made a run for it, though I reconsidered once I realized I didn't have a weapon, so I went back. Two others had already turned and the punk kids were nowhere to be found, nor were any of the 6 fucking AKs I had counted before. I searched for an AK until one of the zombies started to chase me away. I managed to knock it over and stomp it's skull in before I decided to withdraw and flank around to one side. As I did so, the gunfire died down, and I succeeded in staying out of sight. As it turned out, the punk kids were hanging out where I came around. "You're an interesting one. Want to hang out with us?" the leader asked, brandishing a newly acquired AKMS. I came back with "In a minute, I need an AK."
I dropped off of a ledge next to an elevator shaft a few meters away from where the ISIS guys all were. As it turned out two were left; one with an AKS-74U and the other with an AKM. I approached them slowly and tried to come off as though I was trying to help, but then they blamed me for the zombies killing their friends before raising their AKs and shooting at me. I got hit in the shoulder, but being in an adrenaline rush, I barely felt it. I got inside the elevator shaft and waited for the guy with the 74U to come into sight before karate chopping his neck, kneeing him in the groin, then headbutting him until he went down. I grabbed his AK and sprayed the other guy down, making sure to double tap each of them in the head.
It was a fun dream.
Anyways, I've had some weird ass dreams before. Like this one.
I was driving through Dallas, trying to get to some place I didn't really know, but I had a map. I was about to exit from my highway and join another when I noticed that the road ahead was completely flooded, as in what was once solid land and road was now a lake. Naturally, I started to take a detour, but it led me to the really ghetto part of Dallas. There came a point that I knew I wouldn't get around the lake without either walking or doubling back and taking another highway. So, I did the completely logical thing and got out and walked.
I got to the other side of the lake, but then I saw a group of ISIS troops moving out of a small drainage tunnel. I introduced myself as a journalist so as to avoid getting my ass shot off, and they took me in, though somewhat threateningly. I actually began to take a liking to some of them, so it was a shame that I was hatching a plan to kill them all; either that or get away and tell the CIA or something. I began to take count of their guns, finding about 6 AKs of various types, a couple of pistols and an uzi. I knew I was hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned, but they weren't being overtly hostile, so I figured I still had some time to make a plan.
One of the guys, who I noticed wasn't taking very kindly to my presence, began to threaten me with his rifle. I began to plead, but not too pitifully, for my life before he started firing shots at me. none of them hit, but by that point the guy whom I deduced was the head honcho shot him, then proceeded to use his AK and bayonet as a pike to stab the hell out of the other guy's back. I was just about to leave while no one else was looking, but then I was like "Ehh, fuck it, I'm having fun." I came back just in time to see a trio of other people show up making a "Hail Hitler" gesture, whom I deduced were neo-nazis. The conversation that went on between them and the boss of the ISIS group confirmed my suspicions, though I couldn't help but be skeptical. They didn't quite come off as neo-nazis, just a group of really punkish kids, complete with cheap leather jackets, black skinny jeans, crazy hairstyles and combat boots.
"This some new guy?" the lead punk asked, gesturing to me. I couldn't help but think she was hot, but I didn't get the chance to continue looking as the guy the ISIS leader stabbed to death became a zombie and tried to bite me. I threw him off and made a run for it, though I reconsidered once I realized I didn't have a weapon, so I went back. Two others had already turned and the punk kids were nowhere to be found, nor were any of the 6 fucking AKs I had counted before. I searched for an AK until one of the zombies started to chase me away. I managed to knock it over and stomp it's skull in before I decided to withdraw and flank around to one side. As I did so, the gunfire died down, and I succeeded in staying out of sight. As it turned out, the punk kids were hanging out where I came around. "You're an interesting one. Want to hang out with us?" the leader asked, brandishing a newly acquired AKMS. I came back with "In a minute, I need an AK."
I dropped off of a ledge next to an elevator shaft a few meters away from where the ISIS guys all were. As it turned out two were left; one with an AKS-74U and the other with an AKM. I approached them slowly and tried to come off as though I was trying to help, but then they blamed me for the zombies killing their friends before raising their AKs and shooting at me. I got hit in the shoulder, but being in an adrenaline rush, I barely felt it. I got inside the elevator shaft and waited for the guy with the 74U to come into sight before karate chopping his neck, kneeing him in the groin, then headbutting him until he went down. I grabbed his AK and sprayed the other guy down, making sure to double tap each of them in the head.
It was a fun dream.
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