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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. Only twenty-five minutes to walk around the entire office park. At night. With the sounds of nothing but your own footsteps colliding with the pavement. It's enough to clear your mind, and force you to hum something to deaden the immense quiet. Fortunately, that airport next door has a few loud engine noises every now and then. Perhaps, it would have been smarter to stay in the building during the break. But, you wanted to head outside. That's why you're now splattered on the wall behind the 24 Hour Fitness Sport center. He was only trying to break in, and you scared him. Poor you. Well, life was fun while it lasted, wasn't it? Or at least, you thought it was, but this was your own elaborate plan the entire time, wasn't it? You told this low-life junkie friend of yours that they didn't lock the back doors, and the guards only occasionally patrolled the area. You told him the guards were unarmed and that he could easily escape if he shot them maybe once then ran. You told him the time, day, and exact places to be. And, then you walked down there, dressed in black with shades on, in hopes of scaring that low-life into shooting you. This was your revenge on him. Sure, it stole away your life, your dreams, your miserable existence in this world, but in return you were making him suffer. Realizing all too late that he shot you accidently, he stammers and mouths silent words over you as your vision starts to fog away. With that last ounce of strength, you reach up to him and pull him close. "Fuck you," and as life slips away from you, a small smile inches its way across your face. Everything is an awesome bliss, heading towards that darkness, but a tugging feeling of someone following you forces your dwindling conscious to turn around. He's there, running behind you, trying to catch you. Idiot shot himself. You run, but can't move. He catches up to you, the gun still in his hand, and whispers into your ear, "No, man, fuck you." He pulls the trigger, but instead of the bullet flying into you, it draws itself back out. Your attempted suicide has been foiled, you start feeling an immense weight and energy coursing through your body. You're jolted back into the haze and pain of life, back into the world of a dimly lit ambulance, back into a world where you were merely an unfortunate bystander, where your "buddy" has committed suicide. He won. He made it to the other side. And you? You're stuck on this side. At night, asleep in the hospital emergency room after surgery, he reenters your dreams. He smirks, and pokes at you with fiery sticks. The Dark One joins him, and glowers at you. In the great race to please the Dark One, you failed. You had the simple task of just returning, and he beat you on that. Now, you must suffer through a different kind of hell. The hell of being alive. The hell of staying on Earth, becoming immortal, and permanently suffering through eons upon eons of stupid humanity. He, being the "good" one, gets to spend eternity in the sanctuary that is Hell, while you get to suffer through life on Earth. You return to that office park, to work, to living your existence. Watching the world evolve. Watching a fourth world war decimate everything on four continents. Watching as a plaque of disease destroys seventy-five percent of the world's population, and you're still the picture of a twenty-year-old. The destruction brings you joy. You stand on a bridge in a long forgotten and deserted area, once known as San Francisco, watching a blood- and disease-infused ocean of black sway back and forth beneath. In the distance, through the dark clouds that shut the sun out long ago, you see a bright object heading towards you. It's a meteor, thousands of miles in diameter, headed straight for you. There's nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. But, you don't want to hide. An immediate silence follows. You clamber out of a deep hole, out of a sizzling puddle of stench-water. All of humanity finally terminated, you roam the Earth in a disheveled state thinking back to those hundreds of years when he beat you to eternal joy. It burns deeply within you still. Just when all seems eternally lost, the Dark One appears before you with "him" joyfully in tow. The Dark One surveys the destruction. He foresees a new world forming several hundred years from then. You pull out a shotgun, sawed off and containing a single load of buckshot, take aim and fire. The fragments sail through the body of your once friend, and shatter him to shreds. The Dark One neglected to inform your "friend" that he was only immortal in the bowels of Hell. You, having read about that on the first day of your "employment", already knew about that. As your once friend lies clinging to the rubble, hoping to dig his way back to home, you kneel down and whisper, "I'm the winner now," and promptly bash his face in. A searing hand falls onto your shoulder. It is the Dark One. He is pleased. He stands before you and booms in the voice of eternal damnation and sorrow, "I didn't like him anyway." That smile, the one that sat dormant for many years, begins to spread across your face again as little sprouts of trees begin growing on the grief-stricken planet. Before returning, the Dark One summons a droplet of murky water to display the fate of your once friend. Your friend, in eternal misery, sits in a white robe on a cloud listening to the musings of some quaker and his family, agonizing at the immense presence of light. The Dark One dispatches the droplet, and turns to you, his large figure towering above you. He reaches down, and pats your head. You awake, in your car, in the spot just outside the office park. Break is over, and its time to head back. You choose to be a little late, and drive the car over to the 24 Hour Fitness. The police are already there. Your friend has been arrested. Reaching in the glove compartment, you find a small razor. The gash you create in your hand draws no blood. You are indeed still immortal. You have been returned to Earth. Your friend has been damned to existence on Earth as a mortal. He will die, eventually, and be damned to eternity in the Light. You, however, have seen the real future, and are content in knowing that you will--someday--become the next Dark One. Until then, there is always the joy of buggy videogames. (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-09-07 09:46 PM) |
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| "Hey!" he yelled at her as she walked away. He jogged up behind her and offered the pen back. She held it gently, and stared briefly into his swimmingly beautiful eyes. He smiled.
"So," she started, her voice soft and gentle, "you go here too?" He nodded. She found a shady bench just a few steps from the tree and sat down. Pulling out a sketch pad, she began drawing flowing lines across the blank page. He sat down next to her, mesmerized by her natural ability to capture everything on paper. (next) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Psychokinesis and telekinesis are the same thing. Since I had to write an extensive research paper proving the existence of the subject, and I did prove it to an extent, I would know about that. They're just two names for the exact same thing.
However, modern-day physics don't allow for the creation of energy or matter from nothing. It just doesn't work that way. While the mind does possess certain powers, energetic healing using brain waves alone isn't going to cut it. Toss in some kind of experiment that might have triggered such powers, and maybe it will become a bit more viable. Or, set it in some future or another planet or something that isn't present day Earth. Of course, by simply making it science fiction, one isn't required to explain why things happen. If your story isn't done, just write it and think of a title later. I can't think of titles to save my life, but they usually come after I've completed a story. Hell the You and Your Friend story has been renamed to Eternal Damnation after I already submitted it to the site. Remember, though, that writing is an art and should be treated as such. It does require skill and an even temperment to notice when even your own work sucks. It helps if you can take criticism as well. I know it's difficult, but even the most hateful, destructive criticism helps. You're trying to win over readers, so helping hook them is the best. As far as a title goes, I've got nothing. If you do go with "Psychokinesis", remember that it does have an "h" before the "o" and after the "c". Spell check, people. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| A twenty-five minute walk through the darkened office park where Activision is located. And lack of sleep fueled by Red Bull and sugar. I think. I don't remember. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| "Please note that the $100 laptops—not yet in production—will not be available for sale. The laptops will only be distributed to schools directly through large government initiatives.
The MIT Media Lab has launched a new research initiative to develop a $100 laptop—a technology that could revolutionize how we educate the world's children. To achieve this goal, a new, non-profit association, One Laptop per Child (OLPC), has been created. The initiative was first announced by Nicholas Negroponte, Lab chairman and co-founder, at the World Economic Forum at Davos, Switzerland in January 2005." I actually like this initiative since most schools have begun to implement more computerized education and help to include computer literacy into their programs. By reducing the overall cost per student that a laptop would require, I see our schools becoming more tech savvy. Despite the fact that many schools all over the world already churn out tech savvy kids by the busload each year. It always joyful for the US to try to catch up. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Also remember, no matter how much phonics they taught, English is not a phoenectic language. It tries to be, but it's more of a memorizational language. What I'm saying is, please spell check people. Even I make mistakes, only because I have four languages jumbled around in my head, but I at least have the courtesy of occasionally spell-checking. I understand the deviation of topic here, so I'm pressing back into the meat of this issue:
Take my story in progress, "Hacker Assassin". It tells you one of two things: the main character is a person whom kills hackers or is a hacker that happens to be an assassin as well. Since there is an ambiguity in the title depending on the inflection used when it's pronounced, it does somewhat motivate the reader to find out which version it is. I think the original version of it is still on this site as "Soldier of Fortune". I had to rename it since Activision holds the naming rights for a series of videogames under the same title. But, before as "Soldier of Fortune" it held so much vagueness that one was required to read it finding out that it mostly had nothing to do with what one would think a Soldier of Fortune to be. Titles are difficult, and I often don't title a work until I'm half-way done with it. Or, in this case, I'll retitle a work while I'm still working on it. I don't know, it's really up to you. But, Hyatt/Elara makes a good point. You don't want to give away the entire main story plot in the title. Picture your book on a bookstore's shelves. People will walk up, pick it up because they see your title. You want it to be vague. They'll flip the book over to read the synopsis on the back cover; if there's no synopsys, they may open it up to read a few paragraphs before buying it. If I walked up to a book titled, "Psychokinesis", I'd still flip it over. If I found the synopsis to be something along the lines of what you described for your book, then I'd set the book back down and walk away wondering how something like that with such a blatant title could have ever been published. But, that's just me. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| You know irks me, people that use the word "plus" as a segue into other sentences. Argh!! And, that's ... um.
Twenty-three, last I checked. Twenty-four very soon. Add all my past lives together, I'm over 1200 years old. Well, 1243 very soon. You do realize that being bipolar would have nothing to do with your age. It's a mental chemical imbalance that plays havoc with your emotions and mental stability. However, if you have MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder), then you can have multiple mental ages. If you are bipolar, cool...if not, and you were confused, cool. Welcome to knowing me. (Last edited by Zabuza on 10-13-05 07:51 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Obviously, these computers are designed to stay in a controlled environment such as a classroom, and not meant for student to actually take home. Most laptops that students are given for school use (not to actually keep) never leave the school ground, or only leave on the weekends.
This initiative is for educational purposes only, meaning that most students wouldn't need more RAM nor power. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Mostly a combination of meditation and my pagan friends, as far as the reincarnation thing is concerned. That, and I retain random memories from my past lives. I'll visit locations for the first times and know things I shouldn't know. Some of the personalities of my past lives overlap into my current life and occasionally surface.
One of the frequent surfacers lived in feudal Japan as a hired ninja assassin. He likes to drive my car occasionally. Fast driver. Evil driver. Wears out my tires. Tires are expensive. Murdock, my father would be 92 if he were still alive today. My mother is 62. My eldest sibling, courtesy of my father, is 58-years-old. Half-sibling, but brother nonetheless. I'm the youngest of nine, yet still an only child. Ponder that a bit. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Wow good? Or, Wow bad? I mean, reading anything else I've written on this site might give you an idea into the swirling vortex that is my mind, but telling me that you like it but wow doesn't really help me.
thanks though. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| It's a Romanian love song, pop love song, that is.
Gary Brolsma, the creator and guy in the flash video. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| I write all the time, the problem is getting something for Juice. I just keep losing my train of thought. Damn it!
[ ENTRY TO NANOWRIMO, POSSIBLY. ] ...To be continued...
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. (Last edited by Stitch on 11-03-08 02:53 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Where's Microsoft? I mean, I hate Microsoft with an intense passion, but you did leave out the XBox. And, after playing on an XBOX 360, I'd have to say that I'm starting to like that aspect of Microsoft.
I hate Sony, but I like the PlayStation 2. I love Nintendo, my first system was the original Nintendo Entertainment System back in the 80s. Love the Atari. Still have one...somewhere. But, for voting purposes, I'll have to go with Nintendo. Game Cube is cool. Nintendogs is awesome. I love my Japanese DS. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| [ ENTRY TO NANOWRIMO, POSSIBLY. ] (Last edited by Stitch on 11-03-08 02:54 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| This is Zabuza, speaking to you live from the good ship Lady Washington where a great big pirate infested shin-dig is going down!! (Hopefully not with the ship.) Let me be the first to wish our dear Captain Jack Sparrow a gracious happy birthday, and may all your days be full of endless rum!! | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Not to sound heartless, but I am to an extent (it's a result of a culmination of working for Disneyland, the US Department of Homeland Security, Tower Records, and Activision), so:
My uncle died last week, my grandfather is sick, and my mom is leaving for a month to Mexico. I've been laid off from Activision for the winter session, I'm three weeks behind on school work with two classes already dropped. I'm overdrawn $550 on my checking account, and the cell phone bill is still due among other bills. I still find time to write. Maybe not to post, but at least to write. I'd say "you have my heartfelt sympathies", but it would be a lie. I'd also say "good luck with the story", but I'm not really into wishing luck on something I haven't really read since all I have to go on is an idea. But, that's just me. I'm just that cynical. Ask my friends. They'll vouch for me. Off to the shower. P.S., I am sorry about your cousin...to an extent. I feel disconnected from the human race. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| I'd just have to disagree with Evo's mental age of 18. I just don't buy it. Physical, maybe. Mental, no.
It's hard to take a snapshot of my life and try to peg a mental year to it. I'm more mature than I'd like to be, but I'm still a mental range of 5 to 50, and each and every number in between. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Just goes to show that, yes, reading the page does help before bidding:
PSP Box for $200 So, yeah, I guess the person thought they were getting a cheap PSP. Almost makes me want to sell my Japanese Nintendo DS box. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Someone once paid me $10 for gas money in exchange for a really bad (even though they all are, in my opinion) Smash Mouth CD.
There's also the people who try to sell their soul on eBay, hand-written on pieces of paper in blood for something like $500+ with no bids. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| I have no problem with you, personally. It was all in jest, but judging by your reaction at an attempt to try to sound mature by having my PM you, I'd say I was justified. But in an effort not to incite anymore angst from you, let's just drop it as a really bad joke you didn't get.
Let's all be four years old. |
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