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Aug. 5th, 2008 | 11:46 am
Yeah I'm still here. i honestly lost a lot of ambition to do anything here due to life problems. sorry bout that.i really wanted to screen my stories here but in all honesty. i cant bring them out. my ablity to write is non existent. i can tell a good story, but i cant write one.
im sure it doesn't sound like that much of a difference but it is in my mind. for an example of what i mean read any fiction book. for an example of what i mean by story teller, ask your grandpa what his wedding was like. if that doesn't make sense, too bad.
so where is the middle ground? well basically writing in a storyteller format. i feel in the mood so ill do it now.
so, how many of you know bout our twin? not one persons, everybody's twin. they don't have no tech or science though. they rely on all that fun shit we call magic and whatnot. yeah i know this shit sounds like a bad set up. ill be direct. everything flows in this world. anything that doesn't grows stagnant. water, air, the earth (ask an agriculturalist why farmers had to rotate fields back in the day), everything. even energy goes places. heat, electricity, kinetic, even spiritual. if you want more credibility, even Einstein believed that there was a soul. the energy has to go somewhere. everything is also balanced by something else. left and right, good and bad, male and female, rocket scientists and blond female celebrity. when we die our flow to the earth and become nutrients that make trees or worms that flow on into other things. simple enough.
the soul or spirit or life energy or whatever flows somewhere else. there, it enriches that world with energy from the place it just left. and as it enriches, it becomes filled with the nutrients from there and goes back to the other. wash, rinse, repeat. thats how it goes.
now that "twin" i spoke of like some crap sci-fi novel, is the left hand to our right. it wouldn't help to have both the same ether. thats like breathing into a balloon over and over. your recycling the same breath. eventually you cant breath anymore. we gets science, they get magic. we got animals and high rises, they get mystic beasts and castles. think them fantasy novels. you get the basic idea.
now, as with our world, they have their share of Bermuda triangle moments. things happen no one knows why, they move on with their life. every so often, at the behest of a certain bored individual,something akin to "through the looking glass" goes down. when its due to a natural sway in balance, it its often so quick that nothing gets affected. when the balance is forcibly moved by said individual, you get people or animals falling into the other. the reason this would be entertaining is because its an unnatural element being thrown into a terrarium. and some elements are more fun than others.
in this lovely world of spells and assorted fairy tale fodder, there happened to be a kingdom that housed a king and his daughter.due to a recent spat with a neighboring kingdom, the princess hadn't been schooled properly in combat.she was supposed to receive training in several things related to ascension to the throne. self defense was one of them. she had become 17 by the time it was over. the kingdom had to now focus on rebuilding the kingdom and its military power lest someone decide to capitalize on its weakness. so there was no one to train the young lady. the king decided then that he would hire an outside party to train his daughter. king sent out an order to his royal spies to keep an eye out for any mercenary's of reputable name.
after 4 weeks,the king heard word of several. one of them happened to be the current big name in the mercenary business. it was a mercenary that was said to come from a country that no one out side of the country itself has ever heard of been to. it's current name was the book kingdom or the kingdom of knowlege. it was partially called the kingdom of knowlege because thats what the mercenary called it. but it was referred to the book kingdom cause people reasoned that a place where such a lowly person as a mercenary who started as a peasant could have so much knowledge, must have so many books that they line the castle walls with them. the king reasoned that someone with an intelligence level of a scholar must have the refinement of one. as such they wouldn't dare be unforthcoming towards a member of royalty. the man arrived 2 weeks and a day after the king was notified.
the king took a moment to scrutinize the mercenary from his throne.the man was of average hight and just short of being muscular enough to match any of the kingdom knights.his physique alone made the king think this might be an impostor. his skin, hair and other superficial features whispered to the king that he might right. his skin and facial features looked like that of the people from the middle countries. it was common misconception that thieves and certain other unsavory character types were bred in those country's. the king brought this to him and asked for proof of his character. one of the rumors that were very common about him were that he was a skilled tactician, swordsman and mage. and that he knew forms of magic unknown to anyone. the first three were rather correct. the last was a bit off base. it wasn't that his magic was unknown, he had simply studied magic practices of all regions he visited. as such, he had a wide repertoire of spells that can be cast in many different ways. hand signs, inscriptions on objects, words, even spells that were sealed in paper. the result was that no matter where he went, he had at least a good handful of spells that the people of whatever region he was at had never seen.
"would you like an exhibition?" the king agreed. worst case scenario, the mercenary dies and a new one is called in.
"are you hungry?" the question somewhat puzzled the king.
"what?"
"let me make you something" the mercenary walked twards the king as he removed his rather large bag on his back. it was a perfect rectangle with the measurements of 2 foot by 3 feet and 1 foot deep. the kings guard rushed him to stop his advance. he was now about 20 feet away from the throne.
"i wont go any closer, but please at least move to the side so the king can see me do this" the king nodded as a sign to the royal guard to let him see.
the mercenary laid the large creation on the ground and began to unzip the box open. something the king had never seen before. the zipper opened on all but the bottom. he then folded the leftover part open. it was hinged and wood with a leather outside. the inside of the box had a circular symbol on each flat side minus the the edges. inside each circle there were a myriad of other symbols. wasn't what caught the king and the guards attention. what caught their attention was the very cold air that was flowing out. had they put their hands close to it, they would've noticed that the air in different parts were different shades of cold. each compartment in the box was a different color as well to signify what was best for each. in each compartment was different kinds of meats, fruits other assorted consumables.
on his travels he encountered a kind of magic that was used by a somewhat tribal people. it involved a system of runes within a circle. anything that was in the circle would be affected by the spell. as impractical as it was for combat, it was exactly what they used it for. he had adapted it so as to create a mini fridge. the part the mercenary enjoyed the most about this was that it didn't have the weight of a fridge. it was simply a wood box with an insulated lining of sheep fur and outside shell of hard leather. he was still looking for better materials though. even though it was lighter than a fridge, it still had heft.
the mercenary pulled out a standard mess kit that would be in any boy scout's repertoire. it all fit into itself and sealed with a wing nut.undoing the nut he formed the frying pan and set the rest off to the side and the pan in front and to the left. next he took a small three legged table no taller than a foot with no wider a top than a foot and a half.the legs though spread wide. a precaution so it doesn't tip and burn a house down like when he first developed the thing.the top wasn't flat though. it had a lip that went up about half an inch. it looked like something would fit in there. indeed something did. the mercenary put a disc with missing sections into the negative space in the little table. the pieces to fill the gaps in the disc were promptly pulled out of a smaller compartment in the pack, and dropped into the holes. the left over pieces were then put back into the pack. the disc began to get hotter. the holes in the disc were where the temperature control pieces were. he had adapted the magic system yet again for the purposes of making a sort of cooking burner.
the runes slowly began to turn a shade of red.
"would somone please bring a plate from the kitchen for the king?" with a slight motion that looked more like shooing than anything, a lady servant left the room for some table ware for her majesty.
The mercenary made scrambled eggs with bacon and sausages. he the servant had brought a plate just before the mercenary was done. the eggs, bacon, and sausages were transfered.
"wait one more moment." the mercenary reached in his pack and lamented lightly at the fact that he forgot to close his pack. though it wasn't anymore in seriousness an error than closing the fridge when he was back at home. he pulled out a thick glass bottle with a long neck. it had a milky white liquid in it. it was rice water. something he loved to drink as a kid at his grandmothers. it was poured into the kings goblet. at this point the guards were extremely hungry from the smell and the sight. the food and drink were promptly taken to the king. most all but the rice water he had had before, but the method of cooking without fire and ice box had intrigued him greatly. so much in fact that he snatched the plate and goblet from the food tester who was in place to make sure there was not poison. the food was delicious. the king decided then without further incident that he was indeed who he said he was. the had done things that he had never seen before with magic he never even heard of.
the head of the guard protested. he was there to train the princess in combat, not to cook. the mercenary agreed. he put his leftover things away and set the burner to cool before he put it away. he promptly put on leather fingerless gauntlets and strapped on a golden color metal guards that covered the back of his forearms and hands. the wrist guards had an overlapping pattern. it was all one piece though the design was made so so to be effective at deflecting swords and trapping arrows in the crevices made by the design. the guards only covered his forearms down. but the straps went up to his wing muscles. it was a measure to keep them from getting pulled off.
"I'll give any 4 of your guard 10 minutes to land a blow on me"
To be Continued whenever i stop being lazy
im sure it doesn't sound like that much of a difference but it is in my mind. for an example of what i mean read any fiction book. for an example of what i mean by story teller, ask your grandpa what his wedding was like. if that doesn't make sense, too bad.
so where is the middle ground? well basically writing in a storyteller format. i feel in the mood so ill do it now.
so, how many of you know bout our twin? not one persons, everybody's twin. they don't have no tech or science though. they rely on all that fun shit we call magic and whatnot. yeah i know this shit sounds like a bad set up. ill be direct. everything flows in this world. anything that doesn't grows stagnant. water, air, the earth (ask an agriculturalist why farmers had to rotate fields back in the day), everything. even energy goes places. heat, electricity, kinetic, even spiritual. if you want more credibility, even Einstein believed that there was a soul. the energy has to go somewhere. everything is also balanced by something else. left and right, good and bad, male and female, rocket scientists and blond female celebrity. when we die our flow to the earth and become nutrients that make trees or worms that flow on into other things. simple enough.
the soul or spirit or life energy or whatever flows somewhere else. there, it enriches that world with energy from the place it just left. and as it enriches, it becomes filled with the nutrients from there and goes back to the other. wash, rinse, repeat. thats how it goes.
now that "twin" i spoke of like some crap sci-fi novel, is the left hand to our right. it wouldn't help to have both the same ether. thats like breathing into a balloon over and over. your recycling the same breath. eventually you cant breath anymore. we gets science, they get magic. we got animals and high rises, they get mystic beasts and castles. think them fantasy novels. you get the basic idea.
now, as with our world, they have their share of Bermuda triangle moments. things happen no one knows why, they move on with their life. every so often, at the behest of a certain bored individual,something akin to "through the looking glass" goes down. when its due to a natural sway in balance, it its often so quick that nothing gets affected. when the balance is forcibly moved by said individual, you get people or animals falling into the other. the reason this would be entertaining is because its an unnatural element being thrown into a terrarium. and some elements are more fun than others.
in this lovely world of spells and assorted fairy tale fodder, there happened to be a kingdom that housed a king and his daughter.due to a recent spat with a neighboring kingdom, the princess hadn't been schooled properly in combat.she was supposed to receive training in several things related to ascension to the throne. self defense was one of them. she had become 17 by the time it was over. the kingdom had to now focus on rebuilding the kingdom and its military power lest someone decide to capitalize on its weakness. so there was no one to train the young lady. the king decided then that he would hire an outside party to train his daughter. king sent out an order to his royal spies to keep an eye out for any mercenary's of reputable name.
after 4 weeks,the king heard word of several. one of them happened to be the current big name in the mercenary business. it was a mercenary that was said to come from a country that no one out side of the country itself has ever heard of been to. it's current name was the book kingdom or the kingdom of knowlege. it was partially called the kingdom of knowlege because thats what the mercenary called it. but it was referred to the book kingdom cause people reasoned that a place where such a lowly person as a mercenary who started as a peasant could have so much knowledge, must have so many books that they line the castle walls with them. the king reasoned that someone with an intelligence level of a scholar must have the refinement of one. as such they wouldn't dare be unforthcoming towards a member of royalty. the man arrived 2 weeks and a day after the king was notified.
the king took a moment to scrutinize the mercenary from his throne.the man was of average hight and just short of being muscular enough to match any of the kingdom knights.his physique alone made the king think this might be an impostor. his skin, hair and other superficial features whispered to the king that he might right. his skin and facial features looked like that of the people from the middle countries. it was common misconception that thieves and certain other unsavory character types were bred in those country's. the king brought this to him and asked for proof of his character. one of the rumors that were very common about him were that he was a skilled tactician, swordsman and mage. and that he knew forms of magic unknown to anyone. the first three were rather correct. the last was a bit off base. it wasn't that his magic was unknown, he had simply studied magic practices of all regions he visited. as such, he had a wide repertoire of spells that can be cast in many different ways. hand signs, inscriptions on objects, words, even spells that were sealed in paper. the result was that no matter where he went, he had at least a good handful of spells that the people of whatever region he was at had never seen.
"would you like an exhibition?" the king agreed. worst case scenario, the mercenary dies and a new one is called in.
"are you hungry?" the question somewhat puzzled the king.
"what?"
"let me make you something" the mercenary walked twards the king as he removed his rather large bag on his back. it was a perfect rectangle with the measurements of 2 foot by 3 feet and 1 foot deep. the kings guard rushed him to stop his advance. he was now about 20 feet away from the throne.
"i wont go any closer, but please at least move to the side so the king can see me do this" the king nodded as a sign to the royal guard to let him see.
the mercenary laid the large creation on the ground and began to unzip the box open. something the king had never seen before. the zipper opened on all but the bottom. he then folded the leftover part open. it was hinged and wood with a leather outside. the inside of the box had a circular symbol on each flat side minus the the edges. inside each circle there were a myriad of other symbols. wasn't what caught the king and the guards attention. what caught their attention was the very cold air that was flowing out. had they put their hands close to it, they would've noticed that the air in different parts were different shades of cold. each compartment in the box was a different color as well to signify what was best for each. in each compartment was different kinds of meats, fruits other assorted consumables.
on his travels he encountered a kind of magic that was used by a somewhat tribal people. it involved a system of runes within a circle. anything that was in the circle would be affected by the spell. as impractical as it was for combat, it was exactly what they used it for. he had adapted it so as to create a mini fridge. the part the mercenary enjoyed the most about this was that it didn't have the weight of a fridge. it was simply a wood box with an insulated lining of sheep fur and outside shell of hard leather. he was still looking for better materials though. even though it was lighter than a fridge, it still had heft.
the mercenary pulled out a standard mess kit that would be in any boy scout's repertoire. it all fit into itself and sealed with a wing nut.undoing the nut he formed the frying pan and set the rest off to the side and the pan in front and to the left. next he took a small three legged table no taller than a foot with no wider a top than a foot and a half.the legs though spread wide. a precaution so it doesn't tip and burn a house down like when he first developed the thing.the top wasn't flat though. it had a lip that went up about half an inch. it looked like something would fit in there. indeed something did. the mercenary put a disc with missing sections into the negative space in the little table. the pieces to fill the gaps in the disc were promptly pulled out of a smaller compartment in the pack, and dropped into the holes. the left over pieces were then put back into the pack. the disc began to get hotter. the holes in the disc were where the temperature control pieces were. he had adapted the magic system yet again for the purposes of making a sort of cooking burner.
the runes slowly began to turn a shade of red.
"would somone please bring a plate from the kitchen for the king?" with a slight motion that looked more like shooing than anything, a lady servant left the room for some table ware for her majesty.
The mercenary made scrambled eggs with bacon and sausages. he the servant had brought a plate just before the mercenary was done. the eggs, bacon, and sausages were transfered.
"wait one more moment." the mercenary reached in his pack and lamented lightly at the fact that he forgot to close his pack. though it wasn't anymore in seriousness an error than closing the fridge when he was back at home. he pulled out a thick glass bottle with a long neck. it had a milky white liquid in it. it was rice water. something he loved to drink as a kid at his grandmothers. it was poured into the kings goblet. at this point the guards were extremely hungry from the smell and the sight. the food and drink were promptly taken to the king. most all but the rice water he had had before, but the method of cooking without fire and ice box had intrigued him greatly. so much in fact that he snatched the plate and goblet from the food tester who was in place to make sure there was not poison. the food was delicious. the king decided then without further incident that he was indeed who he said he was. the had done things that he had never seen before with magic he never even heard of.
the head of the guard protested. he was there to train the princess in combat, not to cook. the mercenary agreed. he put his leftover things away and set the burner to cool before he put it away. he promptly put on leather fingerless gauntlets and strapped on a golden color metal guards that covered the back of his forearms and hands. the wrist guards had an overlapping pattern. it was all one piece though the design was made so so to be effective at deflecting swords and trapping arrows in the crevices made by the design. the guards only covered his forearms down. but the straps went up to his wing muscles. it was a measure to keep them from getting pulled off.
"I'll give any 4 of your guard 10 minutes to land a blow on me"
To be Continued whenever i stop being lazy
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Out of nowhere.
Jun. 2nd, 2007 | 11:06 pm
oh wow. like i exist an shit.
yeah yeah i know, i cant help it Deviant art eats my life. (goddamn inbox has 400 dev.) so waht do i have to say?
....pull my finger?
kidding. well i just thought i should make more use of this space. even though i do just have this account so i can keep an eye on some wonderful people. not you though. no not you the guy behind him yeah not him *points to random hobo*
but anyways, i have an idea for a comic id like to do sometime. bout a guy running a boot camp for wayward black cats. yeah. and um. they have guns and stuff. all their names start with gato and all are unique. like gato chiminea. his name comes from the fact he's constantly smoking a cigar. and gato gigante. hes 7 feet tall. and gato jackson. he moonwalks everywhere and wears that jacket from thriller(i think it was thriller).
and it has cats beating the shit out of assholes, cats doing that shuffle dance MC hammer does, cats doing the moonwalk, cats shooting dogs with their kitty paw sized guns, cats getting into a battle royal over the chance to be pet, cats eating cake, cats dancing in thongs, cats being turned into humans and found giving selves baths in random peoples houses, cats reading porn when they should be lined up prepared for orders, and other such things.
what do you think of the ideas?
oh and cats in little kitty sized lowriders.
yeah yeah i know, i cant help it Deviant art eats my life. (goddamn inbox has 400 dev.) so waht do i have to say?
....pull my finger?
kidding. well i just thought i should make more use of this space. even though i do just have this account so i can keep an eye on some wonderful people. not you though. no not you the guy behind him yeah not him *points to random hobo*
but anyways, i have an idea for a comic id like to do sometime. bout a guy running a boot camp for wayward black cats. yeah. and um. they have guns and stuff. all their names start with gato and all are unique. like gato chiminea. his name comes from the fact he's constantly smoking a cigar. and gato gigante. hes 7 feet tall. and gato jackson. he moonwalks everywhere and wears that jacket from thriller(i think it was thriller).
and it has cats beating the shit out of assholes, cats doing that shuffle dance MC hammer does, cats doing the moonwalk, cats shooting dogs with their kitty paw sized guns, cats getting into a battle royal over the chance to be pet, cats eating cake, cats dancing in thongs, cats being turned into humans and found giving selves baths in random peoples houses, cats reading porn when they should be lined up prepared for orders, and other such things.
what do you think of the ideas?
oh and cats in little kitty sized lowriders.
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Gato Claus?
Dec. 23rd, 2006 | 07:16 am
merry christmas y'all, i got a big paycheck so im going to be buying some good gifts.
and as soon as my account gets fixed ill be buying somthing for frost,perpendiculous, and chiyo. of all online that i know, yals is among if not the most important friends on line. well, ok, frost is on top hands down. but the others are right behind. :B
merry christmas.
and as soon as my account gets fixed ill be buying somthing for frost,perpendiculous, and chiyo. of all online that i know, yals is among if not the most important friends on line. well, ok, frost is on top hands down. but the others are right behind. :B
merry christmas.
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kitty Don Meow Much.
Dec. 2nd, 2006 | 03:42 am
Howdy.
i remember a while back chiyo said something about how i don't talk about my self much. well to answer that, i'd rather just listen to other people mainly because i find anything that would seem to be a problem or a dillema trivial compared to what others see. id rather help them through theirs.
i know that theres a lot of things i go through that would make others want to try to help me or worry about me, and id rather keep those to myself. i care too much about others to find myself important.
yeah i think that about says it.
however. i was born today bout 23 years ago today so i find today is a good day for indulgence. wouldn't you agree ^^
so basically it was snowing this morning which i was happy with. it was a beautiful snow. i loved it. so i started heading home from work in it and i couldn't see more than a cars distance ahead of me. nothing too bad till i spun out on the road. thankfully i was the only one on the road. no biggie. front wheel drive got me out of a ditch.
once i got in town my car went to hell though. Meh. Better than in the middle of nowhere. i tried to start it but it didnt turn. so i booked before the cops came.
P.S. i still don't have my license D:
now walking in that snow was a bitch because it was cold as fuck and blowing hard as hell. i was within walking distance though so it wasn't that bad. course I'm somewhat modest too. I think.
when i came back my brother was with me. and when we were done the radiator on my grandparents stationwagon had a leak in it. him ramming my car to try to get it to a parking lot will do that
so now both the rides at my place are busted.
my landlords hate Mexicans to which doesn't help because we have apartments full of them. myself included. which is prolly why he keeps raising the rent and didn't shovel the snow at the apartments. wheee.
P.S.S. the snow was shin high.
other than that, i went out to eat japanise with a buddy.
an thats how birthday went. i got snow, japanise food and both my cars fucked up.
the end
:B
i remember a while back chiyo said something about how i don't talk about my self much. well to answer that, i'd rather just listen to other people mainly because i find anything that would seem to be a problem or a dillema trivial compared to what others see. id rather help them through theirs.
i know that theres a lot of things i go through that would make others want to try to help me or worry about me, and id rather keep those to myself. i care too much about others to find myself important.
yeah i think that about says it.
however. i was born today bout 23 years ago today so i find today is a good day for indulgence. wouldn't you agree ^^
so basically it was snowing this morning which i was happy with. it was a beautiful snow. i loved it. so i started heading home from work in it and i couldn't see more than a cars distance ahead of me. nothing too bad till i spun out on the road. thankfully i was the only one on the road. no biggie. front wheel drive got me out of a ditch.
once i got in town my car went to hell though. Meh. Better than in the middle of nowhere. i tried to start it but it didnt turn. so i booked before the cops came.
P.S. i still don't have my license D:
now walking in that snow was a bitch because it was cold as fuck and blowing hard as hell. i was within walking distance though so it wasn't that bad. course I'm somewhat modest too. I think.
when i came back my brother was with me. and when we were done the radiator on my grandparents stationwagon had a leak in it. him ramming my car to try to get it to a parking lot will do that
so now both the rides at my place are busted.
my landlords hate Mexicans to which doesn't help because we have apartments full of them. myself included. which is prolly why he keeps raising the rent and didn't shovel the snow at the apartments. wheee.
P.S.S. the snow was shin high.
other than that, i went out to eat japanise with a buddy.
an thats how birthday went. i got snow, japanise food and both my cars fucked up.
the end
:B
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gimmie a reason?
Nov. 27th, 2006 | 04:16 am
hello.
uh ok i got this so i could see a friends LJ but i have no idea how this place works. and more importantly i really have not much ambition to write about myself.
so tell me as many good reasons as you can to use this as it should.
why do you have a livejournal?
uh ok i got this so i could see a friends LJ but i have no idea how this place works. and more importantly i really have not much ambition to write about myself.
so tell me as many good reasons as you can to use this as it should.
why do you have a livejournal?