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Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-27-08 06:09 PM, in Answer one, Ask one Link
Sometimes, but then I figured out that I can do other things and end up having a new plateau on which to peak.

Do you know the difference between "pique", "peek", and "peak"?
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-28-08 04:30 AM, in Answer one, Ask one Link
I want one, I've already considered a name, "Steven Krystifur Almodovar" (still pronounced 'Christopher'), and I'd name him that for three reasons:

1) The fun of being a linguist,
2) Because I can,
3) His initials would be SKA.

Would you ever want to be a mystery shopper?

P.S, I am.
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-28-08 04:36 AM, in Live Webcam Feed of Shiba Inu Puppies!! Link
I just love the way they step over each other without seeming to care.
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-28-08 09:25 PM, in Live Webcam Feed of Shiba Inu Puppies!! Link
I like watching them even if they are just sleeping 90% of the time. It's funny to watch them when they are awake, though, and not feeding on momma inu or being felt up by momma hooman.
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-29-08 01:54 AM, in Pangram Link
A pangram is a sentence that uses every letter in the English language at least once. Not amazing, really, but the creepy ones are the self-describing pangrams which contain exactly what the sentence conveys. Like this one:

This Pangram contains four a's, one b, two c's, one d, thirty e's, six f's, five g's, seven h's, eleven i's, one j, one k, two l's, two m's, eighteen n's, fifteen o's, two p's, one q, five r's, twenty-seven s's, eighteen t's, two u's, seven v's, eight w's, two x's, three y's, & one z.

Do your counting of the above statement, and you'll find its true. And, it does contain each letter of the alphabet at least once.

There are some more here:
http://www.satiche.org.uk/satiche/sat-0169.htm

It boggles my mind at the ability to create things like this.


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Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-29-08 04:39 AM, in NaNoWriMo Link
I'm doing the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) this year, involving writing a 50,000 word novel in a period of one month.

Writing starts November 1st, which is in a few days.

Problem is, I don't have a new idea that I haven't already begun work on. I guess I could just twist something I already have (like Juice or something) into something new. It has to be fiction.

So, for those familiar with my work, any ideas?

Edit: So I found out that I can count Juice and others as "pre-writing", so I may be able to just hunker down and complete Juice. I wanted to do Paradox, but that would involve several books, and by itself, it's already in the 37,000 word mark across all works. But, Paradox needs so much work that I don't want to rush to complete the remaining 13,000 words and end up screwing up the storyline.

So, suggestions?


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Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
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Posted on 10-29-08 06:28 PM, in NaNoWriMo Link
I figured it's going to be the Internal Loathing or finishing Juice, but I haven't decided yet. Got a few days to figure it out.

Did you realize that it's 1700 words a day if you decided to write every single day?


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Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-30-08 04:09 AM, in Malwarebytes - Highly recommended Link
I'm good with AVG.
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-30-08 04:11 AM, in Halloween Costumes! Link
I'm a cosplayer, so I haven't decided from my assortment yet.
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-30-08 02:42 PM, in Pangram Link
No, I know that many of those aren't pangrams, but the few that are are somewhat baffling to me.

And, I find it odd that the Wikipedia entry demands citation for the "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." being found in font files, when someone can just view a font file in Windows and see the damned thing.

I swear, seeing [citation needed] for obvious things is annoying on that site.
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-30-08 05:13 PM, in 70 years ago, today... Link
Aside from the LHC, I'm waiting for the next entertainment medium outburst to hit our society. If The Happening had been better, it could have been the thing to do it for our society. Having trees kill us.
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-30-08 07:07 PM, in Malwarebytes - Highly recommended Link
I still use the free version. And it downloads, updates, and finds all those nasty little trojans in my torrents.

Just a bit of tweaking, but then, I can reverse engineer if needed. I don't need anything in the full package.

There are other freeware options for everything else it does, and the constant backups I do assures that I could care less about what happens to my computer day-by-day.


(Last edited by Stitch on 10-30-08 07:08 PM)
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-31-08 11:35 PM, in NaNoWriMo Link
Yes, but making words and writing a novel are different things.

Either way, I'm hoping that a rewrite of "Internal Loathing" as the intended longer word target will force me to meet that whole novel format other than my usual short story format.

What the hell was I talking about?

Anyway, fun to read the stories....I'll publish mine after it's all done and editified.

And, I've designed cover art:




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Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 10-31-08 11:40 PM, in The Happy Thread Link
No happy, everything sad or frustrating until after economy returns to high or this whole prop 8/election stuff blows over.

Then, we can resume happy. Till then, to the FUCK YOU thread!
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
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Posted on 10-31-08 11:41 PM, in Answer one, Ask one Link
I have an odd crush on Jin from the Tekken series, so it'd be meeting him for naughtiness. And, oh, I'd get my way.

Revising Question:
Marshmallow?


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Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
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Posted on 11-02-08 02:19 PM, in Fucked Up Roommate From Hell Link
See post after Vulkar's.


(Last edited by Stitch on 11-02-08 10:52 PM)
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 11-02-08 02:30 PM, in The Happy Thread Link
That wasn't my intention, but all of life moments, even those of happy, are accompanied by a Fuck You.

I did stand in the rain for five-and-a-half hours yesterday doing a No on 8 rally with a bunch of other people at a street intersection. A few "die faggot", "cocksucker" and "fuck you"s were thrown around from cars, but mostly, it was the kick of getting the honks and approvals that helped to perk us up from an otherwise dreary election time.

And, we're doing it again today, after I deliver some No on 8 signs and maybe pull down some Yes on 8 ones...
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 11-02-08 10:52 PM, in Fucked Up Roommate From Hell Link
Oh, right, well, here ya go:


Landlord vs. Tenant
In the coming months, we would all learn a lot about Landlord/Tenant law in California. (Tim is a lawyer but not real estate, so while he helped as much as he could, he usually had to look stuff up or call in favors from friends) I have to say, although I am a tenant, I now feel for Landlords. The law in this state clearly shows favor to the tenant in all situations.

Now, keep the following things in mind…we learned these as we went along and fought this battle for almost a year:

*Our situation is legally defined as “owner-occupied, single family dwelling”
*We are legally called “lodgers” since we rent rooms, not apartments.
*County law requires a C.O. if there are more than 4 people “lodging.” Matt did not have one because he never thought it would become an issue AND he didn’t know he needed one. (This will be important later)
*In CA, a Landlord must show “just cause” to evict someone, unless it is a single lodger in an owner-occupied single family dwelling. (Emphasis on SINGLE)
*It is illegal to deny housing to anyone with a disability and/or on the basis of their religion.
Here is a link to a decent site that consolidates CA Landlord/Tenant law, if you’re interested: http://www.dca.ca.gov/publications/...ook/index.shtml

Matt Gives Sarah Written Notice
A day after Sarah told us we would have to evict her, Matt gave her written notice that she had 30 days to vacate the premises. He did not give a reason, just a date.

Sarah decided to confront him that night in front of all of us. “Why are you kicking me out?”

“Because you irritate everyone here,” Matt said. “It’s just not working out. You’d be happier in your own place where you can do what you want.”

“I can do what I want here.”

“No, you can’t.”

“No one loving likes you,” Tim said. “You’re crazy, you bring crazy people here and do nothing. We all have jobs and lives that we need to deal with. I don’t want to come home and have to make sure I don’t cook a hamburger while you’re around.”

“The smell makes me sick!” Sarah shouted.

“Well tough loving poo poo.”

Everyone said their piece—mine was that I was really tired of listening to that loving game and her insane babblings. Zack complained about the noise. Apparently she liked to dance around in her room when working on her computer at 2AM. His room was under hers, so he heard all of the noise and music. Carrie said that she was tired of getting yelled at to clean the bathroom. It seems that Sarah cleaned it at least three times a week and that since Carrie didn’t, she would get “notes” under her door. Dan said he just couldn’t respect anyone who scammed money off people and didn’t want to be a party to something like that.

“They give it to me because I FOUNDED this sub-culture. I TAUGHT them how to find their true selves!”

“There’s no such thing as a sub-culture,” Tim said. “You believe you a male videogame character and the rest of us are stupid for not understanding this, right?”

“Well, I have a very high IQ and I’m very intellectual. It’s difficult to relate to me…”

Tim laid it out for her: “I graduated first in my class at law school. I’m smart, but I’m not bragging to the world how awesome I am because I can wake up one day and decide I’m a videogame character.”

“It’s more than that. I share a soul with him! I relate to him! I understand him!”

“And I’m sure lots of other fangirls do, too.”

And then Sarah started crying. She ran up to her room. We thought that was it, that she’d be gone, but oh no.

Sarah is a Devious Bitch
A week later, Matt was called by someone from the Dept of Fair Employment and Housing. Miss Sarah complained that she was being unfairly evicted because of her religious beliefs. He was instructed that someone from their office would be coming to the house for a “discussion” as part of their investigation.

So this guy shows up a few days later, and sits down with Matt, Tim and I. First off, he wants to see Matt’s C.O. (certificate of occupancy). Matt says he doesn’t have one. Tim said that it was a private residence and we were just friends that were sharing the place. The guy asks if we pay rent. Tim said, “We help pay taxes and upkeep but not rent.”

So then the guy wants to know how we are discriminating against Sarah. We told him the whole story and he kept cracking up. Tim said, “This is a private residence and we just don’t want to put up with someone like that.”

The guy said he dismiss her complaint since her “religion” was obviously a scam but he warned that this wasn’t “private residence” any more and that Matt needed to get a C.O. as soon as possible because if Sarah tried to claim discrimination again, it could very well be an issue.

Matt Works on Getting the C.O. & Sarah Gets More Money
Getting a C.O. requires an inspection and a whole bunch of other headaches I was glad I didn’t have to deal with. Matt made all the arrangements from his work because he was afraid that Sarah might pick up on the fact that he didn’t have one and cause more problems. Still, he didn't have it by the end of May. (This will be a problem later)

As the month wound to a close, Sarah was still being a pain in the rear end but she was at least taking her pills. She wasn’t completely delusional but none of us really wanted to talk to her anymore.

Matt decided to piss her off by taking the TV out of the family room. He warned us before he did it—none of us cared since we either had our own sets in our rooms, bought them or in Dan’s case didn’t watch TV unless it was soccer. Sarah had a poo poo fit. She didn’t have a TV. She couldn’t “get lost in her world.”

So what did she do? She started asking her loser friends for money. She also started selling her fanfiction and essays on soulbonding. She used one of those lousy self-publish sites where no one checks what you’re actually publishing. She asked me to do the cover for her. I told her it would cost her $200. She said, “Consider it a donation to the cause! You’re a furry! You know how fandom supports each other.”

I told her I am NOT a furry. I just draw furry art. I wouldn’t want to be called a furry after some of the things that furries do—just as I was certain there were “soul bonders” who didn’t want to be called that after what she does.

A week later she had a TV delivered. It was a nice one—probably set her soul bond freak friends back $600 or so.

Then she complains there’s no cable in her room, but she pays the cable bill. (Some rooms have it, others don’t and since when she moved in she picked her room knowing there wasn’t any) Anyway…she told Matt he had to get it installed for her since she was paying for it. He told her she could keep the $10/month for the cable but that he wasn’t paying for that and that he didn’t want his house ripped up while they run a line. She said she had a right to cable. A right to cable? Is that like a right to porn?

And that looks like a good place to stop for now.

Coming up in future episodes: Sarah at work, the Soul Party and Sarah Fights Back
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 11-03-08 04:11 AM, in Moloch (Working Title) Link
My NaNoWriMo entry, thus far:


Book One: Chapter One


The bus dropped me off at a vacant and overgrown lot next to the OnSight Publishing Building G employee parking lot. I, and the rest of the employees, filtered off the bus and made our way towards our respective buildings. I had just crossed past the parking gates when he appeared. I could feel what little of a soul I had painstakingly developed over the years flushed instantly out of my body. He grinned.

“It is destiny that you succumb, and what morsel of effort you make to escape will be ultimately dashed," he spoke in somber tones, a voice the permeated each and every cell of my being. I shuddered slightly at the chill of the departed warmth, and continued walking.

"It doesn't matter what you do, what you think might pull you away from us, what has been decided for you is set and cannot be altered, no matter what you may attempt, " he moved ahead of me, but I stepped aside and past him. He remained behind staring at me; I could feel his lack of eyes penetrating through me, "there is nothing you can ever do to deny yourself your true calling.

"Your father accepted his role, and you see what it did for him. Now, it is your turn. The time is nearing when we shall all rule this world again, and you shall be our leader."
A darkness, familiar yet obscure, welled up inside me. It rose and blurred my vision, and I could feel what he was preaching, this messenger to all things of darkness and pestilence. It burned, and I felt powerful. But, I couldn't be that. I didn't want to follow in my father's footsteps. I didn't want to be that level of malevolence.

I had made progress across the street, my stride never faltering, and past the badge-controlled doors to the elevator, but no mortal security solution could impede my morose valet. He stood, behind me in the elevator, watching the floors count upward as I did. Finally, on the top floor, I diverted to the balcony instead of my cubicle, with my handler following in tow.

"Your calling is upon us, and I wish to groom my successor." He stood near the doors, dark form resembling a blur, something onto which the eye could not lock. A blur in the corner of one's eye, when you think you've seen the shadow of someone or something; that was what they were. The messengers and caretakers of the dark underworld. The opposite of the positive energies in the world, the other side of the balance spectrum.

"No, I don’t want to do this anymore," I turned to face the other buildings, looking away from him, "I am not his successor, I am not the 'chosen one', and I will not dive back into the darkness."

He appeared like smoke being blown in a breeze, encircling me, igniting the dormant side of me that I had attempted to put to rest so many times before. Filling me with a sense of unyielding strength and power, a sudden insatiable hunger for those that opposed us, to fill the void of a soul I had been trying to recreate with the warmth and friendship of those around me. My eyes glazed over, their inherent browns disappearing and refilling as a solid black with hints of red. It felt so good, yet...

"No," I growled at him in a voice I had not heard since my active days, "I do not want this, I want to be the better person here, I do not want to 'fill the void' this way."

Storming off towards the door, I cast him aside, dispersing his being into the air around me, forcefully pushing down the dark energy into a ball somewhere deep in my being, concentrating the energy for a single release.

A deep breath. Then two. A third. I can feel it washing within, but it cannot control me. It is not who I am. The voice within beckons, "It's time." No, I whisper to myself, it isn't. It will never be.

My cubicle is meant to be a two-person space, but I am alone for now until someone else is hired. Until then, the space behind me is occupied by another being, the ultimate servant of doom. He chills the nape of my neck as I stare intently at my monitors, all methods of avoidance working against me.

He scoffs, a fiery brilliance expelling as he speaks, "Did you really think you could escape it?" Another deep breath. "Moving up here, closer to the light, it wasn't going to help. It is not your place to be the light, and any form of exalting happiness you create for yourself will only be taken away. As long as you walk this earth and bear his blood, you cannot escape your ultimate assignment."

I swiveled around in my chair, gazed into the depths of his being, dressed in that jet-black suit, pressed shirt and tie, slicked back hair and eyes as cold and fiery as the very brimstone and perceptions of evil that man had created. I stare at him, attempting to quell the rise of negativity filtering within, the sheer brilliance of internal energies changing all perceived hues of color. He shifts slightly.

"As you wish, I shall manifest in true form," his form dissolving, the lights all dimmed, the power drained from my laptop and my external monitor powered off. The building was immediately filled with a higher sense of choking cold and everyone immediately shuddered in a single breath that could be heard throughout the building. The lively colors of the cubicle, its blues and greens, had dissolved into a single gray, a time-filtered cloud of black revolving around me, his innocuous form seething where the chair had been. "Better?"

“Quite,” I lurched forward diving my arm deep into the swirling darkness, feeling the piercing essence suck violently into the pores of my hand and arm, and grinned.
“Take what you need, it is only a glimpse of what you will become.”

Blinking, I pull back, my hand and lower arm drenched in a seepage of molasses-like black goop, dripping into little puffs of smoke on the carpet, immediate pain coursing through that extremity in efforts to regenerate my mortal hindrances. I can’t scream in pain, or even let out a whimper for fear of discovery by coworkers. It pains so much, but I can’t give him the satisfaction of seeing that either. I know he can sense it, and I know it brings him much joy in his deviated ways.

The day had progressed as it normally does, but with a seething undertone of lingering murkiness, almost in a form of a low-lying film that I could tangibly detect while walking around the halls of Building D. The end of the day had been reached, and it was time to collect myself and retreat to the restroom before making my trek back to my bus.
At six in the afternoon, the building had dropped down to the remaining few people that came in later and left later, with hardly a soul in the restroom.

I stood at the urinal and listened to the liquid hitting the back of the porcelain when the door opened. Looking over my shoulder, I noticed no one enter and resumed my gaze, but in the corner of my eye a shadow lurked. It didn't surprise me that I couldn't sense his presence, for this was the Dark Lord in all his glory.

I zipped up and walked towards the sinks. My eyes began to refocus and a quick glance in the mirror revealed what I already knew, it was starting. My presence was known, and it made the lower drudge of humanity quite pleased to know someone in their frame of mind was lurking.

It was a feeling that once had been quite welcomed, serving as a trainer to the new "recruits", responding to mass summonings, and participating in the annual soul harvest. It was the single activity that my father and I shared, since I hated baseball and he was a devotee of the sport. Some fathers groom their sons for positions as doctors or lawyers; mine was working on creating the successor to the dark underground. But, I was not pure. He had married a lighter energy person, and the mixture had produced a gray child. Despite this, I was naturally drawn towards the darkness, towards the black, giving me a darker gray. But, as a gray, I could stray in either direction—light or dark.
Scents of burning flesh filled the restroom, "I don't understand why you resist. Your father would have..."

"My father," I growled at him, eyes flooding in a red I hadn't seen since high school, an unfamiliar strength coursing through my body, a sheer flow of pure evil, "is nothing to me. I don't want to be him, and I will never be him."

He moved around me, staring into my eyes and touching my chin as he spoke, "You're right. You're nothing like him, you're better than he ever was." I pulled away from him, shoving him aside and stormed out of the restroom. Once outside of the building, everything around me had changed: hours had gone by and it was the dead of night, only security and a few sparse workers hovered about the campus. In the light of the moon, the intensity of my field of vision increased, and I could finally sense the Dark Lord around me, his presence strikingly strong compared to mine.

"Feel it. You know you need this, you know that we need you for the Harvest."

"Fuck the Harvest," a sharp pain ravaged the inside of my body, I fell to one knee, a hand piercing the concrete and clutching the broken stone. He was right, energy of this surge required immense replenishment, and I well knew that I could only survive on dark energy. My body craved it as fuel; while others needed food and water to survive, I needed the fresh harvest of a darkened soul to keep my will alive.

In past years, it was kept to a great minimum by not actively practicing anything remotely associated to my being, just a quick fix on occasion, which could be easily satisfied by driving through the bad part of town. However, the Dark Lord's presence and sheer ignition of my true power required a greater amount to satiate my thirst, and much as I didn't want to participate in the soul harvest, my body required it to continue to live.

The pain grew worse, but I was able to pull myself back to standing, my eyes searching the distance for any possible target--no one was safe.

A smirk grew over the face of the Dark Lord, "Yes, Moloch, find your prey."

That name, it ignited feelings of discontent and malevolence within me. I hated it, despised it with every inch of my very being. It was the chant that rang in my ears when others worked so desperately to summon me from afar; the calling that rang fear in the hearts of the light warriors.

"No," I growled pulling back and starting a walk towards the train station. Something kept pulling me back towards the marsh adjacent to the office buildings, and the pain increased as I moved away from it. Reaching the end of the parking lot, I coughed a small stream of blood into the cold night air. He stood in front of me, catching the blood in his fingertips and slowly licking it off.

"Fine. You can leave your mortal form and join me for all eternity, or you can satisfy your demonic needs and remain mortal. Either way, I win." He dissolved into the desolate expanse before me.

Breathing heavily, pain shooting in several directions throughout my torso, a steady stream of blood flowing through my parted mouth and onto the concrete, I held my aching body on all fours, eyes ablaze with negative energy. The winds kicked up and shifted, swirling around me, rustling my clothing and backpack, blowing my blood away from me and into the grass and trees around me. A low, deep rumbling erupted within me, an almost animal instinct rising, forcing me to stand up again. I wiped the stream from my lips and walked back through campus, towards the marsh, out by the state park. The summoning was growing stronger and the pain began to ease, that name--Moloch--echoing internally with increasing intensity.

Standing in the middle of the field, a bonfire burned surrounded by people whom considered themselves Satanists or some other dark energy worshippers, expounding the collective draw of the energy. The taste was almost divine, the shared energy and chanting for their demonic fiend. MOLOCH! It thumped through my skull, rattling my skeleton down to my toes. MOLOCH! APPEAR!! WE SUMMON THEE!


Just an excerpt, still working on rewriting the first chapter...
Stitch

Roy Koopa
Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!








Since: 08-20-04
From: California

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Posted on 11-03-08 02:44 PM, in One Day More Link
Utterly brilliant!

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