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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead.         Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| Here, basically the same post as on another board.
I've been working on this for the past few months. Its fairly long, but I'll only post piece by piece. If someone could post after each time I do, it would be appreciated. Tell me what you guys think. Oh yeah. Its copyrighted too. Steal it, I'll rip your balls off with your own fingers. Er... just for even more clarification. All characters, and the such, copyright 2005 by Alexander J. Robinson. Nice and formal for you plagiarizing mo' fo's. ----------------------------------------------------------- When silence came to stalk him, he fled to the shore, with a pale hand in his. It was hard to find such serenity in the evolving world, and when it came, it seemed to rattle all thought in his head with a hum, a high pitched squeal that was entirely nonexistent, yet so tangible as if a voice came to soothe him. Music, whistles, voices and outbursts of all noise were what he was born with, and what he would live with forever on. Silence fell rarely in the city on the beach, Station One as it was named, where the king of all noise would sleep. And when the noise did finally stop, there was over stimulating silence. So chaotic seemed the world that nobody seemed to stop and realized when the silence came. They only thought of their destinations. A man ran to the beach, where the waves always spoke to him, always roaring, with the pebbles below scattering around as quickly as the people in the city. His silence was no different than anyone else’s, for don’t all see a bit of tragedy when all falls quiet? When will it all start again, when will it start after that? And the questions that binds the mind until it snaps into reality once again and is pushed along by an oncoming wave, as if we were those very pebbles. The ocean, too, calms itself every once in a while. This is seemingly peaceful to some, but the majority tends to be pessimistic, and predict the coming waves. In his world, the waves never stopped. Midday was cold, with a moon covering the sky to the north, reflecting past the froth and jetsam on the southern waters. Astonishing, an astronomers dream, the moon above these lands. So large, so close, the day need not be tracked by the rise and fall of the sun, but by the shrink and growth of the moons violent orbit round the planet. Craters and valleys could be seen from where one stood, anywhere and everywhere; another planet itself, cold, dead, and yet so alive with myth. The century turned, and study of astrology was abandoned, locomotive smoke churned in the skies, and gunshots drowned out any thought of safely staying in one place. Times were hectic, crime was high, but few remembered that the moon was still higher. Individuals such as the man on the beach knew this still held true. The militia had taught him to be wary of his backdrop. Alertness was the key for getting around a street corner. Sadly enough, each corner held some sort of sin. That was the city, at least. Where the militia had taken him had been much different. Outside city lines, away from the defensive wall of people and steel, there lay nothingness, a land waiting to be turned upside-down, sifted for its buried goods from earlier years. Even along the banks of the land’s single river was there dust; dry, these lands only seemed live due to the settlements found every so often, governed by convicts and bandits from the major cities. As straight as the river, the railroad lay along the banks, the one boundary separating the northern part of the country from the south. Upon the very most western point, running north and south were the lands beaches, each different depending on where one stood. At the western tip was Station One, the first docking bay for the train, suitably named Big River for the route it took along the rivers edge. The guards upon the train didn’t mind where you got off; one could jump train whenever needed, leaving be it by choice or force. To the east the train went, through Station Two halfway along the countryside, and then to the third station, breaking the name pattern, the country’s largest city of Saint Damten. Beyond Saint Damten lay a mountain range, and entire world beyond, so indescribably vast that a fog shrouded the denizens of this land from going any further. South and north of the river was home to many more natural monuments, but was mostly dried lands, cracked and sun toughened. The man had visited up to the mountains, through these deserts and to all the beaches, riding the train and boating down the river, with one trip on motorcycle (difficult due to the lack of road), one on horseback, and many on foot. Each time trouble brewed, each time he and the other trainees foxed their way out of whatever happened. He was issued a gun, but hadn’t ever found any need to draw it. An army-issue rapier was all he needed to intimidate his foe; looked upon as more of a medallion than weapon, it never drew blood, not once during any engagements, nor needed to be unsheathed. Keeping it at his side made him feel some form of authority; this certain feeling could enforce the most lethal of arms within the city. He guarded Station One for a year, felt older than how he should have in his mid-twenties, and took vacation whenever he wanted. An officer of the law, he felt it unfulfilling when he saw the bounties on the posters, and he was not able to give chase. Everyone knew they had left for the wastelands; none were left in the city for him to go after. And thus the day came, he ran to the beach with the pale hand in his, and began to dance. He felt comfortable, attractive even, the way he presented himself. A simple suit, bought cheap in the city, of black with grey pinstripes, with a red tie neatly beneath his closed jacket. Short, cleated, army issue boots were all he needed on his feet. As for his head, he followed the trend of all men and tipped a black bowler cap above his oddly colored, red-brown hair. Side-whiskers gracefully grew the same color down his pale, almost deathly white cheek. With all the traveling, one would expect a darker tone, but his skin stayed pale, a possible genetic, hereditary issue. His face was peculiarly feminine, with red cheeks, lips, and eyes fair, and yet dark. With his sleeves pushed up, he ran downwards to the sea, along the beach with a close friend met on his travels. She too held the same complexion to her face, with eyes and lips that matched the man. Her black hair tumbled loosely, never up, but free and curling just below her shoulders. Sand built up on the hem of her simple white dress before their stop. The run didn’t take much out of them, as they looked to the sea and began to dance. Simple, innocent fun, they forgot about the troubles in the city and focused on where and when they were. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| I'm not surprised that nobody has read it.
That's it for my story then. There really is no use posting it anywhere. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| Very nice! Thank you for being able to describe you're poem; I know some people who just write and don't even know what they're saying, they just write words that sound cool, throw them all into a piece, and get praised for it. Thats pretty cool how it was recognized by a newspaper | |||
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| What is WITH this game? I beat it... but it left me with neither feelings of fulfillment or bitterness towards it. I don't know what to say! Anyone else have opinions on it? I need to know who's played it. | |||
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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I did jump the gun there, I guess. But you're the only one who cared to read it on the other board too. I guess I'll post again. Gah, I just need to let everyone know that I feel like a weiner for that last post 
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Adrift at sea was a stowaway, encased in a vessel so small that it burned to get free. It had been locked in for years, and yet was constantly let loose. It was a mere concentrated form of itself within this ship of sorts, a forlorn mask with a grimace upon it and clay ribbons around. Broken from its brother comedy, the mask portraying a tragic face seen commonly in the many a theater throughout countless lands was awash in salt, decaying from its journey, dieing. It understood, it thought, this being within. Its mission would prove fruitless upon the ocean, it sailed lonely inland for intelligible beings like itself. Dorados and hammerheads, along with the rest of their ill shaped cousins, would not fit, so its inner ambition could not be transferred to the other being. It could do no harm upon the sea; no being owned it, no being wanted it. The ocean itself didn¡¦t have a need for the cracking mask; the fiend tossed it angrily onto the shores, at the feet of a dancing couple. It looked up, unmoving, conscious only to itself. A foot tripped, and four stopped. Two shadows hovered over the mask, looking down at its cracked, porcelain white-clean features. The force held within trembled slightly; the couple didn¡¦t notice. It shivered from the inside, out of fear for its vessels breaking. Like a bottle, if broken, its contents would seep out, spread thin across the landscape by the weakest of winds, and become useless. A new container would be needed. It looked with its empty eyes up at the people in disgust; their joy for finding such a marvel alone made the force within the mask to tremble in repulsion. What had been thought of as the perfect craft, the very manifestation of itself at the most substantial level, had broken feebly. Yearning for its chance to find a new body, it waited patiently for one of the two to pick it up. And thus, the woman in white began her masquerade. With both hands holding the clay face upwards, flat, she looked to the man, feeling ever distant from him as she was emerged in interest with the new treasure. ¡§It¡¦s so sad¡K¡¨ she sighed, her eyes humbled as she smiled. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| I just beat FF1 yesterday. It was pretty easy, but FF2 doesn't interest me as much as the first, maybe because its buttloads harder. I found a trick that gets all the characters in your party to the maximum level really quick; it was cheap, but helped with Chaos in the end. | |||
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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It is long, but doesn't seem like it. Its really engrossing, so the time flew a lot faster for me. Its great if you're looking for an RPG, but I have a used version and it was about 45 dollars. So not too cheap, but still worth it I think. Its very climactic, so I sort of take back what I said about not feeling fulfilled with it. At first some of the characters seem a bit... well, a bit like they haven't been thought out too well. Later on in the game, you come to see that the characters are very detailed. I liked this one guy. Regal. Some of the stuff with him was surprising. The second disc isn't too long though; it took me two days to beat that portion. I guess that was the only thing I was doing that weekend.... yeah... thats it...   |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| Thats right. Bob Dylan is on tour, and I'm scrounging enough money to go to his show at this casino near where I live. Does anyone else plan on going? He's like, 63 years old and still singing and everything. Its so awesome, I didn't think I'd be able to get a chance to see him before he officially retired. I have heard his vocals have gotten iffy, but it doesn't matter; he'll still be there, in the same room. I think its amazing how a performer can have such a long career with so many ups and downs and still go on playing.
Tour dates are posted somewhere on bobdylan.com. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| God of War man... saw the documentary on G4. It looks like its going to kick some fat ass. I can already see some sort of censorship with it going on somewhere... could it possibly be the next GTA? The whole minigame involving sex looks pretty iffy... and pretty hilarious. I'm considering a PS2 purchase. | |||
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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... ... Patty Lovitts. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| I missed a LOT. Wow. I'm going to go replay it, and try to do all the sidequests. I'll set it so that grade thing makes the game more difficult in some areas. I've heard of the pimp hat thing with Zelos... I just dunno how to get it! | |||
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| Dear lord. I need to get my hands on some of those Fire Emblem games. I've beaten number seven (the one sold here) about five or six times.
Playing Tales of Symphonia (again) and Sonic Mega Collection. Something about Doctor Robotiniks Mean Bean Machine makes my stomach churn in a vague disgust... I pretty much beat most of the good games I have - I could go on forever playing Harvest Moon: FOMT, but, uh... it gets tiring after a while. All that hard farm work. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| Final Fight 2! God that game had such a terrible story, and the bad guys had such bad names but thats what made it great! It was like "YO MAYOR. I stole your daugther. DESTROY THE CRIMES!" "WHAT? Hagar's daughter is in trouble?! Better stop taking my shower and fight numerous men named Two-P and Bred!" The opening sequence to that game ruled so hard. The music wasn't bad either. It was generic SNES eighties music. This game has much more fond memories than Bad-Dudes did... | |||
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| I know a kid who calls his The Constable. | |||
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| The Magic School Bus... that is what I'd like to call a pedophiles pee pee.
I came up as Curious George... I'd hate to be the Courderoy Bear...  |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| You know what would be an original idea? Jack from Harvest Moon.
... naaaah. Another could be Issaac from Golden Sun and Eliwood from Fire Emblem. Or maybe a "through the ages" sort of look. Have Donkey Kong version mario, then the Super Mario brothers look next to it, then Super Mario World and Super Mario RPG, Paper Mario and Mario 64 to mario Sunshine and all of them in between. It could say "Xeogaming: the evolution of gaming" or something above, and the way the characters would be set up would make it look like an evolutionary timeline of sorts. Maybe thats too generic though. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| I never got part this portion where you fought a transsexual named Abigail. That game was pretty messed. | |||
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| The first one is Death Cab for Cutie, I know that.
Dunno the second or the third though. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| ... holy crap. I'm dusting my mega collection off. Is it REALLY real? No joke? Sonic CD is on the mega collection?
Edit: I guess that has been answered about three or four times now. Ha... ends up I havent even unlocked one new game... (Last edited by Johnny Literal on 04-03-05 05:39 PM) |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6397 days Last activity: 6286 days |
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| Led Zepplin is good. I'm not a huge fan, but I like them. A lot of people have only heard the fourth album and say they are they're favorite band. I did that at one point too, until I realized that the only song I was listening to was Stairway to Heaven. Now I've got all four of they're compiled albums and I like Misty Mountain Hop the most, as of now. Wait. Now my favorite is Ramble On.... anyways, I've got House of the Holy on vinal and it still plays, so its pretty sweet.
Stairway to Heaven is an awesome song, but over played and over glorified, even though in a lot of people's minds it doesn't get much better than that. There is a recording of Stairway to Heaven played backwards on some website, I believe www.albinoblacksheep.com under the audio section. Maybe its a different site, but its worth a try. |
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