Poker Is Me?

Is it actually feasible to consider playing poker as a job? Up til a few days ago i didn't really think so.. Now though? I dunno. I know i am above average as a poker player, i just don't have delusions that my skills are that awesome. I've stopped taking as many bad beats, folding where once i would call or hell even raise. I've stopped going on tilt, and ive stopped losing. Don't get me wrong, i still leave some poker rooms with less cash than i started with, but over the past couple days i've averaged over 15 bucks a day playing at the .10/.25 tables. But am i really that good?

I think my greatest breakthrough in poker was when a man told me "Let's Gamble." When he pushed all in with a crappy hand. My reply was almost by reflex, "I don't like to gamble my money." To ya'll this may not seem like much... But when i said it i had to smile. Poker has become less of a luck based game for me, and more about skills. I don't play many coin flip hands anymore, i don't make stupid mistakes that i use to...

Don't get me wrong, i haven't perfected my technique. I still need to learn some of the intricacies, like how to maximize winnings while covering any possible losses. Need to learn a thousand little things that will eventually turn me into a poker god. hehe, i kid.. Demi-god at best.. MWUHAHAHAA!!

Figured I'd Show this...

Got a hell of a hand.. Whew..

Poker.. Jeebus!!!

Here's a one sided conversation i had with someone afk while playing poker.. It was all over the place, i was up, down... I thought i was going to have a stroke from the stress..

LifeIsFunny2Me: i.....
LifeIsFunny2Me: just lost 10 bucks
LifeIsFunny2Me: in one hand
LifeIsFunny2Me: got a straight on the flop.. best possible straight... he beat me with a flush on da river...
LifeIsFunny2Me: FUCK YEAH!!!

LifeIsFunny2Me: just got pocket cowboys, turned into trips.. just won a 10 dollar pot
LifeIsFunny2Me: back up to 16
LifeIsFunny2Me: i beat pocket jacks.. haha
LifeIsFunny2Me: ak suited.. lets play this
LifeIsFunny2Me: took it down... 2 dollas
LifeIsFunny2Me: where you at?
LifeIsFunny2Me:
LifeIsFunny2Me: pocket kings again
LifeIsFunny2Me: fuck... he caught a ace on river... lost 8 bucks....
LifeIsFunny2Me: this is outrageous
LifeIsFunny2Me: FUCK YES!!
LifeIsFunny2Me: all in with fullhouse
LifeIsFunny2Me: up to 20
LifeIsFunny2Me: THIS IS FUCKIN RIDICULOUS
LifeIsFunny2Me: i need to quit now
LifeIsFunny2Me: up to 26

A song from me to you.

Its not often a song truly touches me, makes me think and evokes emotion within me. I'm just not that kinda guy, well... Maybe i am. Who knows. The last 2 songs to have done this is:
Lifetime: By Better than Ezra
and
I'll Follow you into the Dark: By Death Cab for cutie. (i will kill any person who has not heard this song. lol)

The new one is

I want to be buried in your back yard: By Nightmare of you.

Holy shit this is an awesome song.

I'll type down the chrous for ya.

So where do we go from here?
ill say "your a shining star youll do great in LA."
and i keep fixing every habit i break

Oh Meghan, is this thing of ours still on?
for i havent slept a wink since you've been gone
Now i want to, be buried in your back yard
and when the flowers grow
just know that you're still in my heart.
you're still in my heart.

You need to find it and listen to it... actually..

go here.. i just realized that they had a purevolume site.

http://www.purevolume.com/nightmareofyou


GO AND LISTEN NOW!!! DONT READ ANYMORE!!!!

also... if anyone wants to hear the other two songs, the death cab and ezra ones, instant message me on aim, i don't care what your connection speed is, i'll make sure you are able to listen to it whenever you want. MWUHAHA

A Short Story, Lemme see...

Alright.. Im s'posed to be doing a paper at the moment.. Screw it, imma put it off for a little while longer.

Two men, sitting on the side of a street, curb actually, are eating lunch. Neither of them are great men, no great circumstances surrounding their lives and storylines. Average dudes, average lives, just average.
"Hey. Joe." The first says, elbowing his partner in the shoulder.
"Yo, Mac?" The other replies back, taking a break between bites of his ham sandwich.
"Joe. You ever think that we screwed up somewhere in life, and that's why we are here? Doing this piece of shit job while others are doing great things. Why we are here, sweating out asses off, working out backs and fingers to the bones while some guys can sit upstairs in some office, drawing paychecks bigger in a week that we'll see in a month of Sundays? I mean hell man, it just don't seem fair sometimes. I've led a decent life, worked hard, never gave up, never quit nothing..."

Joe falls silent for a few moments, his eyes stare at something across the street that really isn't there. Mac doesn't say anything for a while either. He rips another corner off his sandwich, starring at that same invisible speck. "Nah man. We ain't missing out on anything. And even if we are, fuck it."

Joes eyes glaze over for a moment, his mind scanning backwards in the folds of time for that place he is trying to find. That one moment where he should have taken that other road Mr. Frost had been talking about, but it ain't there. "Yeah... Maybe we just got a shitty deal. Not everyone has a jump shot like Mike. Or a voice like that guy from Nirvana. I just sometimes wish I was the one who got the fancy job and the gorgeous woman. Ya know?" Joe says, undaunted.

"Naw, you dont. It's just the sun frying your brain. Look at the shit those people got to go through. Hell, that Nirvana fuck killed 'emself. We don't need shit like that, so just stand up, put yer sandwich up, and let's get back to work. Few more hours and we can cut out of this hellhole."

The two men do indeed head back to work. Both of them with their heads full of thoughts better left to the philosophers and crazies. Both of them wondering 'What if.' Neither of them able to change their stars in life, neither ever going to amount to much more than they are now. 50 years from now one will have a stroke and die, alone most likely. The other will be gone well before that, a trucking incident only a few years down the road knocks him off.

Thing is... What if Mac was on the right track? What IF some people just ain't got the right luck in life, get stuck doing the shit work while the rest of us tower above them, fancy clothes, fancy women on our arms. I don't know my point here, maybe i ain't got one, maybe my subconscious doesn't feel like letting it out of the bag just yet. A couple trillion people walk this planet, alot of them are the little people we crush under foot in our rise to the top. I.... dunno where im going, still i'll just stop now.

Its 5 am... It must be me...

Yeah.. its 5 am here and god am i bored.. Im thinking ill go to bed when i finish this.. Just needed something to do while i listen to my new favorite song..

In over my head (cable car)- By the Fray..

seriously.. this song is so damn pimp... give it a listen..

anyway...

just an update...

I need a woman.

Bad.... lol

Maybe ill write something soon to post here, i dunno... I know it drives mr hardy crazy to see fan fic, so mebe ill try something original... Who knows.. I got this really weird/kickass idea in my head for a story... Basically a sort of parellel rip off of Milton's Paradise lost, but less.... well, miltony... More, futile such... I dunno, might not even come into fruition.. we'll see i guess...

Anyway.. The song is over, so imma take a last swig of MTN dew, and hit the sack... whew am i tired.

Boredom Breeds stupidity.

Thats about it.., There are like 8 ppl in my apartment at the moment... should have a party or something, cept there is only one chick... So yeah... Boredom.

Highlander RP

Alright.. I joined another rp site and decided to join as a highlander, you know.. The immortal dudes, connor and duncan macleod.. Well.. truth be told, my character isn't really a highlander, since he doesn't come from scotland, but its the universally accepted term for em.. so whatever. Anyway.. this is my first rp...

ps- This rp site is ALSO a dbz messaeg board. I joined as the highlanded cannon character for the hell of it.. At the moment, earth has been overrun by demons, all the earth defenders are either dead or off planet, and the human population is dwindling fast.... My character, Adrian Lambert (ultimate name rip off) has been hiding in his apartment since the invasion.....

pss- edit: Forgot to tell you.. Adrian isnt a highlander yet.. he hasn't died yet.. that's where my first session starts.. He will die soon, and arise as an immortal.
lol.. semi important but of info left out there. lol

Adrian Lambert.
Chapter 1: An Immortal's Rise.


{Too long. It's been too god damned long. I've been trapped here, afeared for my life for too long. I am a warrior, so why am i not out there, among the hazards of this planet fighting for my, and others, life. Am i a coward, or simply pragmatic? Do i consciously or otherwise realize that my death would affect neither the outcome of this battle, nor the status of the human race, and thus my mind disallows me from leaving my self-imposed refugee?

I don't fucking know. This whole fucking situation pisses me off. Where are the supposed defenders of Earth? Those who have stood stalwart in the past against the ever increasing plagues this planet has suffered? Did they decide to just say "Fuck it" this time, and leave us mere mortals to our own devices? To skip town while the getting was good? Were they defeated? Fallen in battle, unable themselves to even overcome the strength of the tribulations set before the human race?

Where are they? I would gladly take their place, defend myself and my home from those encroaching upon us. But alas, i cannot. My strength is unmatched by my fervor. I am a warrior, but not of the sort that could aid in this planet's defense. I am mundane, mortal, unable to form even the most basic of ki techniques. Not for lack of trying, though, i assure you. I've spent years honing my body and mind to perfection, all for naught however...}

The author of these works looks up, and rubs a single eye, forcing out the sleepiness gathering there. To sleep was to be unprepared, to be unprepared was to be dead. And that was one thing this man could not accept, even if the rest of the world was dead or dying outside his window.

The wind was calm tonite. Good. At least that meant the shutters wouldn't be slamming together all night, which he was assured slowly drove him insane. It would do nothing to calm the struggle in his soul, but that was his own damn problem. He sighs, an audible expression at his displeasure this life has wrought upon him. This isn't where he was supposed to be, locked in some cracker box apartment, spending his life, wasting it rather, as a martial arts instructer. Hell, his lessons were mediocre at best. Adrian had always been so much better at actually fighting, than teaching others the intricacies of it. Sure, it was possible to learn the moves and get the footwork down, but the true art of the warrior required an instinct, reflexes, and an inner power beyond what could be taught.

Adrian Lambert, fate's bitch, sighs at his life. Pathetic really, locked up in his room all day, that is, if he isn't out teaching some snivelling brats to fight. Adrian is more on edge than usual tonite; It had to be the weather. It'd been raining all god damn week.

"Fuck" The single word resonates from the small chamber, as a single light source, blue in origin, alights the darkened room with its ambience. A moment later the room shakes as thunder rolls a few miles away. "...Perfect" Is all the warrior can say, as a few moments later a single drop splatters against his closed window. Seconds later, the rest of the pack catches up as a hail of rain takes to pounding the glass like a band camp filled with retarded children. "Fuckin Perfect." Adrian says a last time, putting the two words together as he stands to his feet behind the desk laying down his pen and paper.

Who was he fooling. He wasn't a Martial Arts Instructor anymore. All of his students, learning to few of the techniques, or simply too weak, were all either dead or hiding much the same as he was. He refers to himself and his situation as if this trial in life will pass, that one day the demons will simply up and leave. Fat chance. His life as he knew it was now over, and it was only a matter of time til he was found, and his life as it would ever be known will be over, forever.
TBC...

The Other Side of the Story.

Alright, if you have read the Nexus posts you may find my next one interesting as well. This post is taken from the same rp board, but in fact features a different character. This one is Ebross. He is the opposite of Rem. Ebross was created from the extracted darkness within rems mind, the blackness within his soul...

-to tell you the truth, EBROSS IS the thing the hostess is eventually going to warn rem of. Rem knows not of Ebross existence, though ebross realizes his own origins. Realizing the existence of ebross may answer some question you may or may not have had about rem and the nexus.... anyway.. on to the post.

Ebross was dreaming, which was nothing new as every being dreamed. However, this dream was in fact a nightmare. Ebross was unused to this sort of thing. Usually, a dream would initiate and ebross would be the villian, much as he was in life. He would be murdering, reaping, or doing many of the things his daily routine constituted. This time however, ebross was the victim.

The dream began slow. Ebross was looking at himself from a disembodied point of view. Their, upon the ground, was a lion, a truly fearsome opponent, a ferocious beast. Ebross the lion, was in fact sleeping. But suddenly, he was awake, danger was near, or that was at least the feeling he recieved. Moments later, the lion gets to his feet, his teeth barred, fangs showing bright white in the night.

For a few moments, nothing can be seen or heard, except for the low rumbling ebross is emitting. And then, a second noise joins in. A quick cackling noise. Ebross has no idea what the sound is, but his dream lion form does. And moments later , the sound is repeated, this time joined by a chorus of other similar sounds. Now that he hears it fully, ebross almost thinks it sounds like a group of children snickering. Almost, if it werent for the cold chill that spread across his body, causing his mane to flair up, he would have thought that is what it really was. But then, their is a flash of color. Nothing too revealing, and only for a short moment, but their it was nonetheless.

The ebross lion growls deeper, more menacingly in an attempt to scare off whatever foul beasts be lurking near him. Ebross the disembodied eye can not understand what beast in his dream can oppose him, for he is the lion, king of all beasts. THERE!! Another flash of color, and then AGAIN! Suddenly, a plethora of lights and colors begin to spray and appear only for a moment, almost like strobe lights. And ebross feels fear. "Hyenas." he says in his dream world, his lion form simply roaring at a medium level. Dozens of them, possibly hundreds of them.

Suddenly, one of them moves in, close, too close. The lion ebross strikes quicker than the eye can see, his jaws clamping down on the neck of the encroaching hyena. A sickening snap resounds as his neck breaks, and the body falls lifeless and bleeding to the ground. The rest of the pack however are undeterred, and the smell of blood only excites them more.

Fear pangs ebross, but he roars in fury in an attempt to drive both his fear AND the foul creatures away. Fear to the namek is not new, but each time he experiences it, it is a foreign feeling. Almost as if he should be exempt from its effects. Ebross lion roars again, the hyenas draw back slightly from the immense sound, but snicker again and again, drawing strength from their numbers, and begin to stalk in silently. Ebross turns quickly, and notices that he is completely surrounded, and waves of the beasts stretch as far as he can see. "RAAAWWR"" He screams again, this time not even a shudder of fear pulses through the crowd of animals, as they stalk in closer, their maddening laughs setting off pangs of horror within the namek lion creature. He roars again, to no avail, again to no avail. And then, they are upon him.

At first, its a simple nip at his heel. Ebross lion turns quickly, his large jaws opening wide and launching at the hyena. The smaller animal manages to evade, and at that exact second, another nip at his hind quarters strikes in. This time it hits his legs, emitting a small throw of pain. Again ebross turns, this time his teeth catching purchase as a 2nd hyena falls to his immense strength. And then he is nipped again, and again. Twice on the hind quarters. And then again, as he begins his turn. And suddenly, he is bleeding. One of the beasts manages to open a slight wound on his body, and the sight of blood from their foe turns the hyena's into crazed monsters. They begin to nip at him more ferociously, not even waiting for him to turn away. Multiple teeths sink in along his sides, and a single one manages to latch onto his nose even.

Ebross screams in pain and terror as he begins to fight for his life. He throws his neck around, dislodging the animal in front of him, and kicks backwards, slamming two of the hyenas in the face. He snaps his jaws quickly, again and again, finding purchase every so often, forcing a disengagement from his foes even when he doesn't. But the battle is already in full swing. Teeth sink in upon his quarters and neck now, biting deep, drawing blood, more and more blood with each passing second. Pain erupts within him as a single hyena manages to latch onto his lower neck, opening a profuse wound and enfrenzying the rest of the herd. Ebross lion screams one more time, at this point realizing the battle is lost and only cursing the gods for the injustice of this sort of demise.

That sort of cognitive thought, along with the sounds of battle, and the immense pain awaken the namek. Suddenly, the visions of hyenas and Namek lions are replaced, and almost completely lost to memory as the namek warrior opens his eyes, and wishes to all the Kai's that he had not. Dozens of Demon spawn are crawling over him, teeth bared, purple ooze trickling down their mouths. Ebross does not realize what it is for a moment, until he looks down upon his prone body, and sees himself...

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Ebross screams, in full pain, torture, hate, and all the negativity possessed within his being. As he looks down, he realizes that the chances of his survival are slim. As he looks down, he realizes that the chances of him getting his revenge on the namekian peoples is slim. As he looks down, he notices that in fact, HE is a little more slim. Or rather, that parts of him are missing. Ebross looks up, and sees a single demon spawn chewing on what appears to be cud, but is in fact, a fist sized portion of namekian muscle and meat. Ebross screams again, this time his rage overcoming his pain.

A dozen demonspawn around ebross are all gnashing their teeth in hunger. Another dozen more and chewing with their mouths, from the meat they have flayed from the still live namekian. Others, have their hands filled with skin and muscles they have pulled from the body of the evil namekian warrior. And more of the bastards are coming closer.

Ebross screams again, not noticing that the despair crystal he wears at all times is missing, discarded in the chaos that was the namekian feast. He screams again, not noticing that his body is beginning to glow. He screams again, noticing the slight looks of interest and amusement arising in the eyes of the demon spawn. Apparently, they find it amusing when their food screams. Damn them, damn them back to HELL!! Ebross is thinking as he screams....

A small story.

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A new post! Name withheld.

I am now 19 years old, a few short months from hitting 20.

I feel older than i should, im certain of it. Their are points when i feel as if i've lived 3 different lives, sometimes more. My early memories have faded, and my mid-old chldhood memories are starting to run together. I can remember the name, and the fact that i played hee man dolls with my first best friend ever, Jeremy, in hawaii... But that is all...

I can remember throwing the action figures into a pool from a balcony.. That is my only memory of him.. Given, i was like 3 or 4 when we left Hawaii. Still, it saddens me to not remember someone i use to be so close to, or to even know what or where he is today. We were both army brats back then, so hell, he could be in california for all i know. Really, i have no clue.

I remember few things from about kindergarten-5th grade. I don't know why. I can remember Kyle, another best friend for a while, and his brother Mikey, A deeply troubled child who was extremely manic and mean... Christ was he mean....

Then their is Michal, willy, josh, joe, and others. I was friends with them from about 6th grade to 10th grade. They were the friends i had the longest, and the only ones i still remember the faces for. I still hang out with them, over the summer and such. Hell, Michael borrowed 2 books over the summer i need to get back over christmas break... It's funny though how our lives have drifted apart, even after i moved away.

We hung out almost every night over the summer, sitting in the parking lot of cashland, catching up with each other and other ppl we hadnt seen in years. I didnt know it, but now after graduation, the guys dont even hang out much together when im not their.. I changed that though... it was awesome, while it lasted...


Now i hang out with Brian, cory, and the dnd dudes. Friends.. Man... Life is weird...

I didnt actually make friends between my 10th and 12th grade school years.. I was in a depressive bout of social separation.. I forced myself to be a social outcast cuz i was tired of my parents shit.. But thats another rant...

Ill eventually make a post that makes some sense.. You'll see....

-out-

Music from the Jeeb..

Alright.. Time for me to post some new music i like and such...

Recently i have been listening to a lot from the band "This Day and Age." Especially the song Second place victory.

Goo-goo Dolls Sympathy has been catching my ear recently as well..

Fall-out Boy is Always good, and so is Death Cab for Cutie..

This week, however, my award for number one band has to go to {insert applicable drum roll here}

SOMETHING CORPORATE..... YAY!!!

Another Day, Another Post.

Ain't that how it feels sometime?
Err, or something like that.

Anyway, i just added StatCounter- thank you brian hardy for the tippage.

I reformatted my computer a few days ago, felt like the passing of an era. I've had my compy going on fer 2 years now and that was the first. I was mixed between giddyness, and nostalgia... Oh well.. At least i got me over 100 gigs of space to work with again. I've been down to like 15-30 for the past 6 months...

2 of my roommates are moving out next semester. Let's mourn their passing. -.- (hardly) Anyway, this has opened a spot for a couple new roommates. And guess who took one of them spots.. Seriously... guess....

-out-

2 For 1

Decided to create another post for today, to make up for the missed ones recently..

Anyway, has anyone seen the movie Big Fish? I just watched that the other day, well, last night anyways... But man, was that thing good.. I started tearing up a bit.. Don't get me wrong, im not some panzy ass... I just don't have a great relationship with my father, and that movie sorta.... Well.. watch and you'll see...


Actually... me and my father have a weird relationship.. And since i will probably never meet any of you in real life, i'll outline how...

I remember being about 14 years old and such, amidst puberty, being angsty as hell, and in the throes of my first love... My father and i were always fighting back then, due in part to me actually growing some balls, figuratively... Up until that point i had been a decent son. I did what i was told, took my ass whippings when i deserved them, and put up with a lot of bullshit being the oldest...

As adolescence gripped me, i grew up, and started fighting back.. Me and my father got in several verbal arguements, and one time were all set to fight.. Really fight... The only reason it didn't go down was my mother was screaming like crazy, and said she was gonna call the cops on dad...

Anyway... skip ahead a few years.. Me and my father continually fight, my mom and dad continually fight.. My brother and father, being so alike, continually fight... I almost have to give a measure of pity for him at that point in our families life. He was always the bad guy, but he wasn't TOO bad of a guy. Sure, he was an asshole and financial you could call him a failure.. But he did what he did, was proud, and soldiered through it all..


Skip ahead.. My parents are now divorced.. And guess what, i actually chose to stay with my father.. Love didn't even come into the equation... Thing is, i was extremely selfish at that point in my life.. My 2 brothers and sister were both choosing to love with mom, and I, rationalized the situation.. If i too chose that option what would happen? I would be the oldest, and thus since mom had to work, my social life would die... Anything i wanted to do would be impossible as she would be working, and i would be forced to spend the rest of my adolescent years babysitting.... I couldn't do that, so i chose to live with dad.. Which was for good or bad... A weird situation...

Since mom left and moved back to kentucky, and the lease on the house was nulled or whatever, me and dad were forced to live in a RV on my uncles property for a while... Yes.. For a short stint i was homeless, sort of... Anyway, probably the best and worst thing to happen started soon after that... Dad met Venus, and next thing i know i spend all day every day alone except for about 10 minutes where dad came in, showered after work, and then left again to spend the day with venus at her place, or on a date or something... Sure, my dad threw some money at me every once in a while to spend, but basically, i spent the days alone, in an RV watching a 3 inch tv or reading books....

But then, dad and venus got serious, dad stopped even coming home at night to sleep at the rv. So yeah... I was alone almost all day every day, except for my aunt and uncle, who.. come on, they are an aunt and uncle.. Actually, they are my dads aunt and uncle, so they are my great aunt and uncle.. meaning they are like 40 years older than me.... So i stayed in the rv...

Then.. Dad and Venus got married, and again things changed.. They rented a trailer in a trailer park, and so their i was.. Upgraded from an RV to trailer trash.. Life goes on for a year or so like this... Until my brother moves down with me and dad and venus.. And that fucks everything up... I use to all but hate my siblings.. Now.. a little age, humility, and wisdom has broken me, and i accept them, for the most part.. They still piss me off... But hey, that's family....

Weird thing is... I managed to go months and months at a time without seeing my mom, truly my own choices too.. I don't know why.. Hell.. i've been in college 2 months now, and i just called mom for the first time last week... I doubt i'll call my dad before christmas, except to tell him when i'll be coming in.... Or maybe i'll just drive straight to mom's... I don't know...

Anyway... I started this post as a rationalizing over my father and i's relationship, but it turned into whatever the hell you just read...

At this point in time, me and my dad get alone, except for one fact.. Which i don't feel expressing... (Money related)...

Me and my mom.. well.. i have finally got to the point where i can say "i Love you" back to her on the phone.. I've never been able to do that... It was quite a break through...

i'm going to sign off and sink into a mixture of nostalgia and melancholy... I'll post again later...

Damn Dreams...

Had another dream... Another weird one....


This one actually featured another blogger, one by the name of Brian Hardy... First a little back story.. (short) Me and Brian DnD together, which is probably where this dream came from...

Now, onto the dream.

What you have to realize first is that this is the first time i've actually tried writing it down, and i dreamt it the night before last, so some of the details have gone, at which points i'll proceed to make up stuff that sounds good.

Anyway, the first thing i remember in the dream is that the whole thing is set in the real world, but has a sort of DnD overlay, or something. The first real visiuals i remember entail me and Brian, our "party" as you'd call it, running down the halls of an old school i went to. It was either my kindergarten school, or one of the ones i went to highschool at, or a merging of both. It was weird. Anyway, we are running down the hallway, and turn into a Gymnasium sort of room, if you've played counter strike, the room is actually he_dodgeball2. Exactly...

Onwards... We turn in their, and all of a sudden, the gym turns into a classroom, and at the front of the room, sitting backwards in the desk, facing us, is this creature. All of a sudden, Mr. Hardy screams out "A LICH!!" Which is an undead sort of creature in DnD...

Now, i'm looking at the same creature, and i yell back, "Dude. That's a werewolf if i've ever seen one." Brian only looks at me and gives me this weird look.

"USE YOUR FLY SCROLLS!" He suddenly screams at me, and me, being scared shitless at that point from the lich/werewolf in our live action DnD session decide to comply.

For some reason though, I can't, and scream out.. "We have to be wearing rings of protection plus 1 to use fly!" Back at Brian... which, is weird, since that isn't even anything close to a rule in DnD..

At this point, i start waking up.... Their was a little bit more at the end, which i can't remember... Their was also a whole lot at the beginning i can't remember either.... Though i almost can... Damn Werewolf Liches... LEAVE MY DREAMS ALONE!!!!

Top 5 things..

This is a list of the top 10 things ive ever wanted to be, and why i can't do them....

A singer...

I've always wanted to be a singer, folk, acoustic, gospel... I don't care.. Problem is, i can't really sing.. Or rather, i don't think i can sing..

A comedian.

I dunno, out of all the things i consider being, this is one that keeps coming back the most.. I doubt i'd be good on stage though.. Hell, im not even that funny in person...

An ambassador...

These positions are appointed by the president, and usually given to people of high rank or class... Me... I'm a poor kid from Tennessee... I got a long way to go..

A Teacher...

I cant force myself to actually go through the curriculum to become one...

A Linguist.

Translator... I've always wanted to know like 4 different languages fluently.. Not really a possible goal with my work ethic and committment..



Anyway... Yeah.. The above are the top 5 jobs i've considered.. None of which i'm ever really going to have...

New Band, Totally Wowed.

Bright Eyes is the pimpzor yall. I aint heard a song by em i dont like... Anyway... I was feeling bad for not posting, and now i have.. So... Gubye...

The Nexus: Part 3

Rem In Nexus 3:

For the third time in a short period of time, Ebross disappears from the dimension he is currently residing in, and instead relocates to a place that is between dimensions. In other words, the Nexus....


"What now?" Rem asks himself moments later, turning around in time to see his hostess and a few children in the yard playing. Rem remembers a few of the kids from his first trip to the nexus, especially one girl.. Who had brushed up against him, and had given him such revelations, and then taken them away a moment later as their contact ceased. The namek still wanted to rush over to her, and take hold of her. To learn all that her mind possessed about the universe, his place in it, and so much more.. So much more. However, he held himself at bay because he had learned that the answers he sought were within himself and in his actions, just as it was for every other living being. His hostess turns moments later, and motions for the tall namek warrior to come over to her.


With a small smile, rem obliges, and walks briskly over. "Are we going to finish our conversation this time? Or shall i expect to be shipped back to namek halfway through again?" Again she smiles. "Watch this Namek Friend." She says, pointing to the ground. Rem is almost disgusted by the site he sees. On the ground before him is a large spider, and a colony of small ants. The spider had somehow trespassed into the ants terriotory, and the smaller beings were fighting back. Rem watched the event progress as his hostess spoke; "This is how a great many events in the universe's transpire. A large force, a seemingly invincible enemy trespasses against the customs or territory of a smaller force, who take up arms to defend their way of life, and their right to survive."


The woman ceases speaking for a moment, and lets the event progress. At first the spider was winning, destroying spider after spider with its mouth and feet, but as the battle waged on and on, it seemed to tired, and more and more ants rolled from the home. Finally, the spider mismoved, and he was swarmed. Dozens of the little beings crawled over and onto him, ripping into his flesh, and totally decimating his form in minutes. Finally, she speaks again. "Even the most terrifying and strongest of foes can be overturned through vigilance and strength in numbers." rem considers her words, and through his own past and experiences, he can find no lie there. Many times it seemed like earth or namek was doomed, only to be saved through the actions of a group of warriors who stood strong and vigilant against their foes. Again and again it seemed that the universe he lived in was saved like that. And yet, again and again it seemed more and more foes were drawn toward these locations, testing and trying the resolve of the defenders more and more... Surely there had to be a breaking point somewhere.... But not yet... Not quite...


"Let me show you something else...." The woman says, her faced squeezed in pain in seems. Rem sees the woman glow red for a moment, and the next thing he knows, he is once again being transported. This time, however, he isn't sent back to Namek, or earth.. At least not as he has ever seen them. "Let me warn you Namek... What you will see here won't be pretty.. And you will probably want to do something about it.... But for now just watch. Also... You CAN be seen by these people.. We are in their Universe for the moment. Anything that happens to you or i here, will happen.. This is real."Rem gets questioning look on his face. "Where exactly are we.."She looks at him somberly.. "You'll find out soon enough. For now, just realize that it is another Universe." She finishes at almost a whisper, " A universe far worse than your own...."Rem nods, seriousness covering his face, ready to accept whatever it is he has to see..."Don't raise your ki... Follow me." The woman sets off.


For the first time, Rem really looks around to see his setting. This planet looks like hell.. The ground is red and cracked, dead looking. The vegetation is similar to what would grow in a Desert on earth, barring a few stragely trees dotting the landscape. Huge craters that look as if they once contained water can be seen to the east and north. South, is a huge mountainous region, touching hte horizon and on....The 2 companions travel west, up a sand dune looking things. As they near the top, the woman drops to her stomach, and rem, not knowing what is going on, but willing to follow her lead, does likewise. They crawl the rest of the way to the top of the hill, and the site that meets rem is ghastly. Hundreds of feet away is what looks to be a small village. A dozen dilapidated dwellings dot a small oasis. A single pond of water, which is small by most standards, looking almost like a big puddle. A few measly crops grow on the edge of the village, not much of a harvest to be had...


For a minute, nothing moves. And then, Rems mouth drops. From one of the dwellings comes perhaps the worst thing rem could have imagined exciting it. 2 Namek citizens straggle out, backs bent, posture horrible. He watches, transfixed, as they head to the pond, fill up a bucket a piece, and walk to the garden. They empty their buckets over the pitiful plants, and speak a few words to each other before heading back to and disappearing into, the hut they exited. "What is this!" Rem quietly whispers to his companion.. "What is going on here.""Perhaps the worst possible thing that could ever happen to a universe.... Saiyans..." That almost explained everything, but rem had to know more. "What happened here? I thought the saiyans were all but wiped out at one point.."She smiles a smile of pity, "In your universe yes... The icosians destroyed the Saiyans, and what was left of the Saiyan race struck a death blow to the Icosian Heirarchy... killing the ruler and his oldest sons... After that, the icosian empire splintered, and chaos reigned for many years... Though, most of your galaxy was untouched as the main battles took place many many light years away..."Rem was nodding, he knew as much... But what could have happened here, differently, to cause such chaos and death on his beloved planet. Almost as if she read his mind, the woman continued her story.... "In this universe, a Saiyan Insurrection was led against the Icosian Leader in this part of the Galaxy, the same as in your universe, though that fact is unknown to almost all. The difference in this one was.... The Saiyans won!
That would almost seem like a good happy ending, an oppressed race throwing off their oppressors and declaring independance.... But oh... It was not."


Rem was caught up in the tale so far.. "In this universe, the saiyans threw off their overlords, but kept the same social order.. Kept the same social habits, which up to that point had been destruction and expansion. Here, the Saiyans came to know of the Nameks... Much as they had in your universe, but without the Kolds in the way, they made short work of the combined Terran and Namek forces, and stole the dragonballs and made their wishes. And again, and again. Rems mind was swirling... Saiyans, had come to Namek... And made the wishes, multiple times... A question rose in his mind, and so he asked.. "What of the Earth in this dimension."The woman answers his question quickly, "Well. This planet, Namek, was taken over by a certain sect of the Saiyan race, the rightful leaders of the bloodthirsty race. Earth, however, was taken over by a different sect, a revolutionary group. Tell me Namek, have you ever witnessed a battle between creatures with immortality AND eternal youth? No, of course not..."Rem was surprised.. "What??"The woman continued, "Yes. The wishes from the dragonballs on each planet were used to immortalize the leaders and strongest warriors. To give them eternal youth and power. For years these wars went on, each side immortalizing more and more warriors, neither side losing a fight, neither side gaining an edge. For almost 700 years these battles raged, until finally... It happened, the boiling point was reached.


In a desperate attack, the Namekian Saiyans, led by their King, attacked the Earth, and blew it up. They managed to capture a large number of the Earth Saiyans, and those who could not be killed, were bound in ki energy, and thrown into the sun. It's not known whether they faded from existence or not, but the extreme heat and gravity keeps them from ever escaping, and since they can neither die nor age... It's probably comparable to hell."Rem thought on this... Such a horrible way for a universe to progress... OR degress rather depending on how you looked at it. "As it was fated to be.." The woman began, "The saiyan empire turned on itself not too long afterwards and has been at war constantly with it self since." "What of Namek?" Asks rem. "Well.. its still under saiyan control, but since most of the Nameks able to create dragonballs are dead or in hiding... Not many saiyans make the trip out here, except to exploit and decimate the populations on a regular basis..." She ends her story...


Rem has so many questions, "Where are the warriors of today? Those who defend the universe every day." The woman shrugs, "Does it matter? If they hailed from Earth, they are dead. If they are saiyan, they are probably dead. If they are Namek, they are most assuredly dead. Most everyone is dead these days my friend.. Their are no hero's in this universe, only conquorers and warriors."Rem finally begins to understand, "So, are you telling me that a single beings death can decide the fate of a universe, that even if the more desirable side wins, victory is not the necessary outcome? That the universe is truly tread upon by threads, and those who dont take lightly when crossing them can sever it forever?"The woman smiles... "Did i say that? I was just showing you another avenue your universe may have taken to get where it is... What i really wanted to show you was this..."At that moment, a tall Namekian Emerges from the center Hut, as well as 3 other warriors, or at least thats what they are as far as rem can figure..."What is going on?" Rem asks quietly, but his hostess was no longer beside him, she was gone.. "What the hell am i supposed to do!?" He asks a little louder, but no one is there to answer. A moment later, rem realizes more warriors are coming, from the north. "Whats going on...?" Rem asks no one again. Moments later, the combined 4 Namekian warriors take to the sky, and land about 100 meters away from rem, looking away. Rem noticed that it looked like a good battlefield, and was wondering if the other nameks chose that place for that reason. The 5 wait, the 4 unaware of the 5th..


"What is this?.." Is all rem can say moments later, as a half dozen Saiyans touch down in front of the Nameks. "We came for some target practice." The saiyans say, as ki energies begin to swell. The nameks respond moments later. "No more. Never again will we be tortured and killed as we have in the past. If it means Xenocide then so be it, but your race shall not oppress us any LONGER!" Screams the namek in his last word, sending sand spraying as his Ki energy swells higher and higher. For a moment rem thinks he will go into chou, but obviously not. Perhaps this universe doesn't have chou.. Hell, it may not have Super Saiyan, if the story about the Icosians demise is true. Almost like a bullet, it strikes Rem. The namekian powering up has a ki signature that closely resembles his own, and is almost exactly the same as it use to be, before the change Rem underwent.. "What is this?" Rem asks, under the din of the 10 warriors all powering up now. All of a sudden, the fight starts. The saiyans slam into the Nameks, and vice versa. From his vantage point, rem can't tell exactly what is going on, but feels the power levels well enough to know that the Nameks are holding their own for now. All of a sudden though, a single Namekian power level drops to almost nothing, a death blow! Rem moves position, and sees the tip of an axe sticking out of the green mans back.


"Oh man.." Is all rem says as he rises to his feet, his power level rising with him. For a split second, all 9 standing warriors pause as the New Namek joins the fight, and then rejoin again, with 2 of the black haired warriors coming at the new comer. Rem wastes no time in powering up more, deciding to get straight into the fight. One of the saiyans has a sword, and swings it straight at rems midsection, in a slice. With a quick draw action, rem brings out his, and the two clang together. Rem grins at the larger warrior, and decides to try and use his speed. With a quick roll, rem ends up behind the saiyan, but has to quickly ki burst into the sky to dodge a ki blast his second attack had sent at him. Rem grimaces. Two on one wasn't fair, but the again... It didn't really have to be. As long as rem could hold off the two he was fighting for a while, he was hoping the 3 remaining nameks could take care of the other 4. Rem lets his eyes wander to the fight, and although he doesn't catch a glimpse of the lead nameks face, he gets a feeling of deja vu. That namek is also fighting two of the Saiyans, and holding his own pretty well it seems. The other 2 nameks are faced off against one saiyan, one namek has the advantage in his fight, the other is nursing a hurt leg. Rem comes back to his fight a moment later, as another weak blast is sent hurtling his way. With a wrist move, he deflects it into the air, and hears it explode a moment later.


As the first saiyan streaks toward rem, the namek simply zanzoukens to the right of him, and send shis left foot out, letting it connect square with the saiyans gut, barrelling him over. He can't finish the combination, because the other saiyan is right there, swining at rems head. Rem ducks, but is still caught slightly, and falls out of the air. he hits the ground, and rolls, moving out of the way of a chopping sword. He rolls a few more feet, and jumps to his feet, swinging his sword at a fast pace. The saiyan who had been attacking was a little overzealous, and was cut across his ribs as a reward. Rem jumps back again, dodging the other incoming saiyan, and quickly sheathes his sword. "Y'all should quit now. I don't like fighting."The two saiyans look at each other and laugh, "Then perhaps you should QUIT!" One screams, the wounded one, launching himself at rem, and releasing a barrage of kick punch combo's. Rem easily blocks them, and then accepts a decent punch that bounces off his armor, in return for getting his hand up, and slamming it into the saiyans face. The warrior flops back onto the ground, and stays there for a moment. Leaving rem and the healthy one to fight for a bit. it's not much of a fight though. Rem easily outmatches his foe, even with the crystal around his neck holding back a good portion of his power.


Rem blocks the punches and kicks sent his way, retuning a good many to the saiyans ribs and face. In about 30 seconds, his foe is breathing hard and bleeding in multiple places. Rem has a single stream of blood coming from his earlier head wound, but it doesnt trouble him much. With a final block, rem quickly zanzoukens backwards, and launches a decent sized ki blast. The saiyan attempts to deflect it, but it blows up as it touches his hand, sending him flying smoldering and smoking. The saiyan lands on the ground, moments after his teammate gets to his feet. He attacks rem head on, and quickly learns his lesson. Rem doesnt even block his first punch, but rather grabs his hand, and twists. The saiyan side flips, and lands on his ass. Rem comes over quickly, and sends him into unconsciousness with a hard punch to the neck. Rem turns, just in time to see the last saiyan warrior hit the ground, bleeding profusely from the temple.


He stands where he is as the Namek warriors quickly attend to their fallen friend. After removing the axe from his back, they heal him rapidly, and he is on his feet, though somewhat wobbley a few moments later. The 4 then proceed to check the 4 saiyans around them for vitals, and violently slice the throat of one still breathing. Rem cringes, not use to seeing such malevolence from his kin. Then again, he can almost understand their plight. The 4 warriors then turn their attention to the new comer, Rem. The leader, and what looks to be his second in command come straight to him, while the other two walk quickly past. Moments later a scream from one of the saiyans signals their final demise. "Who are you stranger?" the leader asks, a quizzical look on his face, obviously.. Rem thinks for a moment, and seeing no reason to mislead them, answers truthfully.. "Rem. Of Earth."With a raised eyebrow muscle, the leader says... "Earth eh? Earth has been gone for almost 1300 years.. Only rumors of Namekian Dragonballs being their, and tales of some of their great warriors still exist as proof of Earth being real, once. And since you are no where near old enough to be from that Earth, your either lying... Or have a hell of a tale.. Come though, let's get out of the sun, radiation is bad around this time."


Rem, still not knowing what exactly to do, follows the nameks as they take to the air, and land outside of, and then enter, the largest of the demesyn's...... The inside is as uninspiring as the outside, with but a few chairs scattered around. The 5 warriors quickly take seats on the ground, or in chairs, in a circle, and begin passing around apuch of water. The liquid feels cool against his throat. "So tell me Namek... Where did you really come from..."Rem passes the pouch on, and says instead; "Could i at least be privy to your names?" With a smile.The Namekian Leader thinks for a few moments, and then signals to the nameks beside rem to the left and right, "Tinabul, and Harmelod." Signaling to the warrior beside himself, the leader announces the 3rd warrior as, "Tridrano" and himself, he announces as, "Trumpet."Rem had expected as much...


The facial features between himself and the elder namek were just too close... But still, it was a hard thing to grasp. Sitting less than 3 feet in front of him is the Namek who plagued rems mind for many years. The same namek who was destroyed on Rems Earth almost 10 years ago... The same Namek who spat forth an egg containing both his, and saibawarrior escence. The same egg who grew into the warrior sitting across from Trumpet this moment.Rem couldn't speak... Couldn't even acknowledge the warrior's names... Finally, he manages to utter a phrase, "Could we speak alone?"Rem knew this being wasn't his father. Not only did he grow up in a totally different universe, but his whole history up to this point would have been different. Hell, he should be dead by any rights. If not because of the saiyan oppression, then by a single saiyan warrior on Earth, 10 years ago. Obviously, since earth didn't exist 10 years ago though, he had stayed on Namek, and somehow survived through all unlikeliness. Somehow, rem knew this was all set up by his hostess, but decided to play along for a while. There had to be a reason he was here, and secondly, he was in awe. He had felt Trumpet's power, and indeed, it had been higher than most warriors rem had ever faced. For a namek, without chou, he had to be one of the greatest in this universe. Trumpet obviously acquiesced to rems request, cuz when the namek came back to the present moments later, he was alone with his father, who's eyes were questioning and intense, but not accusatory.


Rem began slow, "Look.. I don't know why i'm here.. Perhaps i was to learn something, perhaps to teach me a lesson. Perhaps there was no reason nor rhyme.. But i'm here... And, i need to tell ya... I'm...." rem had a hard time getting it out.. He couldn't really believe it fully yet.He started over, took a gulp, and got it out, "Look, I'm your son... Well.. I would be if things were different.. I'm from, Earth.. Like i said... In my Universe you die there in a battle with a Saiyan... Lots of weird and unfortunate things happen, and well... Here i am... A universe and a planet from home, with no answers to my questions..."


Trumpet looks completely stunned, then says... "It'd have to be a damn saiyan to kill me wouldn't it..." He says with a grim smile... "Anyway.. I believe you.. I felt your ki energy on the battle field earlier, and i knew something was different about it... I just didn't realize it was MY energy i was feeling, i realize it now..." The nameks head drops back for a moment, "So, is your universe better than this one?"


Rem smiles, "Yeah... In mine, the Icosians wiped out almost all of the saiyans, and in turn, the earth forces combined with the saiyan remnants overthrew the Icosian leaders. At the moment, the renewed saiyan populace, as well as Earth, and Namek have a triumvirate of power in this galaxy." Rem shrugs, "At least its peaceful, and if the saiyans ever did try something, the universe could marshall enough power to stop them if need be..."


Trumpet gives a light laugh, full of malice... "Didn't stop em from killing me it seems... Anyway, good... We may be fighting a losing fight here.. But at least somewhere there are bright lights within the galaxy."


Rem doesnt laugh or smile, "I heard your speech to the saiyans earlier.... What kind of army does namek have?"



With a grimace Trumpet answers, "If we did have an army, i could you could call ME the general. The 3 nameks here and my lieutenants. This village here is probably among the largest left on Namekia, and we only have about 40 people living here. There are 12 villages ranging from about 10 to 30 people left on Namek, so if we needed a large force.... Well... We might be able to get about 130 at most... 150 if we used some of the younger boys who can fight..."


Rem grimaced, the situation was worse than he had thought. The Namekian race was all but wiped out. "Why don't yall leave? Go to another planet somewhere the saiyans arent, or are too busy to bother with.."


Trumpet shrugs, "We have no ships, no scientists.. No way to get off the planet... "


Rem says real quick, "Why not use the dragonballs?"


An evil look slams rem back into his seat, "NEVER! The dragonballs have been taken too lightly for millinnea." Quickly trumpet settles down, "I apologize, but the dragonballs power has been raped and reaped for centuries for nothing but personal gain, not for the good of all people. Besides, there are no dragonballs active at the moment, all the previous creators are dead, and as long as none exist, the Saiyan insurrections shall be fewer. A few instances like today we can handle, an army of saiyans scouring the planet for the coveted orbs would destroy our civilization far faster than a straight war against the Saiyan King himself. Also, the saiyans have dragon radars that span light years, they would know they were active before we could even gather them all."


Rem saw the problem... The nameks couldnt build ships, and they couldnt wish for ships... "Wait, why don't you steal the ships needed?"


Trumpet grinned, "We do. We've got about 70 space pods that we've gathered from around the planet from all the saiyans landings and such over the years. We've even got a nice sized passenger ship, that can seat about 20-25. However, thats still less than a hundred people. We'd have a good portion of our population still left on the planet."


Rem thought, and asked, "Why don't you send the children, the old, and a few warriors off planet. Leave the bulk of the army here to capture more ships, and let the saiyans know Nameks still haunt Old Namek."


Rem realized, at that moment what he had just said. This planet wasn't new namek. It was old namek.. This was the original planet his people had come from, not a new one found after this ones destruction. Suddenly, his experiences here took on a semi-religious feel. Like a muslim visiting mecha, his reverance multiplied over and over.


Trumpet considered this and said, "We've considered doing that.. But no one really knows where to go. No one alive has been off Namek in many Millinnia. We don't even have space charts, or locations of other planets."


At this, rem grinned. "I do though. As a matter of fact, let me tell you something that may surprise you. In my universe, this planet was destroyed by an Icosian, and the Namek people, after being resurrected were moved to a new planet. I know the location of this planet, and it is a long way away. As a matter of fact, it is almost as far from Earth as this one, only in the other direction, farther from Vegeta."


The older namek smiled, "Perhaps... Perhaps."Rem gets an idea quickly, "Here, let me write down the coordinates, i have a way of disappearing just when it seems a situation may resolve itself." And after finding a writing utinsil, rem writes the location of New Namek on a piece of paper, and hands it to his father.


All of a sudden, a woman, human looking, appears next to Rem. "Its time to leave my Friend, i hope you found some peace here." Trumpet looked surprised for a moment, but it passes quickly. "Go in peace my son..." is all he says


.It takes all of rems effort not to scream "I'll return father!" But he doesnt know if he will ever be allowed to... With a flash of Light, rem reappears Beside Sai and the others yet again, a trickle of blood dripping down his forehead. For them, only moments had passed. For him, it had been hours.

The Nexus: Part 2

Rem In Nexus 2:

With a Flash of Energy, Rem disappears again. And moments later reappears in a familiar location. A house with paper walls and doors, and a tea set on a table set about knee high. The same woman who had met and conversed with him on his first trip here was sitting at the table, knees underneath her, sipping some piping hot tea.

"Perhaps your universe doesn't contain the equivalency of Japanese Culture, but there are those that do. And i do believe it is my favorite." She opens their conversation by saying.
Rem, not knowing what she was talking about says, "So, am I to learn of strange cultures this trip, or shall my real purpose be discovered this time." Gingerly, the Namek squeezes his form beneath the table in a way almost mirroring the Females.

Totally ignoring rems response, she pours tea, taking time and effort to do so. "I believe i shall tell you of the Tea Masters. Yes, i believe i will." The Namek raises an eyebrow in interest, and sits back, placing his hands behind him, getting comfortable for the story ahead.

The woman, apparently not even noticing the Namekian warrior yet, forges ahead.

"Thousands of years ago, on a world not so unlike your own, or rather, almost exactly like your own, but in a universe vastly different than yours, there were warriors called Samurai. These Samurai were a warrior caste, doing battle with swords and honor, rather than ki energy and blasters. Their life revolved around dignity, and honor. These samurai were considered above the common man, and were considered in the right striking down an offensive peasant, or challenging one to a fight."

Rems eyebrows raise. Such reverence for warriors was still known today, but not to the point of death.

"A Peasant who even bumped a samurai in the street was at the mercy of the samurai, and the warrior would have been completely justified if he simply struck down the unfortunate soul in the streets. On a certain afternoon, a certain Tea Master who had not been taking care of where he had been walking accidently steps on the Toe of a Samurai warrior. This warrior, in a need to uphold his honor, stays his hand, and manages to address the Tea Master instead of slaying him on the spot.

Instead, the Samurai challenged the Tea Master to a fight to the death for the infringement of his honor. The terrified tea master begs the samurai for a few hours to at least learn a few basic moves, so as to have a chance at defending himself. The cocky samurai, having spent his entire LIFE learning the ways of the warrior agrees whole heartedly, and gives the man the entire afternoon to train himself."

The woman who was telling the story unexpectantly stops, and refills both her and Rems glasses with the warm liquid before returning to the story.

"With out a moments waste the tea master heads to the closest dojo, and begs the Weapons Master there for some lessons, so he could defend himself in the duel. The weapons master obliges, having shared tea with the Tea Master more than once. And so the lesson begins.
It doesn't take too many hours for the Tea Master to realize that he has no chance of learning enough to defend himself, and that it is the lost cause. He can not learn the advanced footwork fast enough, or catch onto the confusing sword maneuvers. The Weapons Master, realizes it as well, and calls a break to the lesson, ordering the Tea Master to make them tea.

As the tea master sets about his task, a totally new persona takes over. Making tea in Japan in those days was more a dance of beauty than a chore. The Weapons Master sees the tea master go about the tea making process in perfection. Each foot placed perfect, each cup and utinsel in the right place and at the right angle. Tea Making is his art, and perfection is his rank. As the 2 sit finally, and begin to drink perhaps the last cup of tea the tea master shall ever enjoy, the Weapons Master addresses him.

'When you go into battle this evening, you must settle into the mindset that you have when making tea.' "

Rem this whole time had been enraptured by the tale, and nods his head, slightly smiling at this last part. His hostess continues.

"After their tea is drunk, the Weapons Master changes the lesson. He shows the Tea Master a simple sword strike. After breaking the initial stance, take 2 quick steps forward, and slash as strong and fast as possible. It is a elementary move, and the Weapons Master admits as much. He relates to the tea master; 'If you settle into the mindset you have when you make tea when you make this strike, the best you can hope for is that both you and the Samurai die. But, it will be an honorable death.'
The tea master, already accepting his fate, nods once, solemnly, and leaves the Dojo to meet the challenge.

The Samurai is already at the specified location, and bows to the Tea Master as he arrives. The tea master returns the bow, and raises his sword. He settles into his initial stance, and remembering the Sensei's words, a look of utter calm, and determination settles over his face. Any look of weakness or indecision is gone. Perfection is the look he exudes, and the Samurai notices this.

The Samurai realizes the change in the tea master, and considers his situation. Obviously the Tea Master has learned something in his short time of preparation, and his looks is deadly.
With a bow to the Tea Master, the Samurai Warrior addresses him again, he forgives the Tea Master, and withdraws his challenge, exiting with a final bow."

The hostess who had told the tale falls silent at this point, taking a few last sips of her tea cup.
Rem lets the story flow over him, and its implications. Finally he speaks. "So, if you exude perfection and purpose, enemies shall question themselves. Is that your message."

The blonde smiles, "Message? What message? I was simply telling a tale i was reminded of while drinking this tea. Come follow me." She rises, and walks to a paper door, sliding it aside, and striding through. Rem, who is following, almost chokes on his reply as he sees the scene outside.

A dozen warriors are in the middle of a studendous fight. It looks like there are 8 on one side, and 4 on the other. Somehow, the 4 are winning. Evil smiles are spread over each of their smaller groups faces, while grim faces of determination and pain are spread over the other. "What is going on here?!" Rem almost screams to his hostess.

"This battle took place thousands of years ago on an Earth not quite in your dimension. The 4 warriors who are winning, are Androids they were built by a scientist who had dreams of global conquest and vengeance against those who had stood against him. Watch."

The 8 warriors who are on the losing end, 1 of which is a namek, 3 of whom look like humans, and the rest are saiyans, 2 older ones, and 2 younger ones. Marshal a final attack against their oppressors, each flying in with ki blasts charged and fists drawn back. Thunderous explosions rip through the area as the beams intersect and blast together.

Not only are the warriors defending the earth ragged looking, but the planet can hardly be recognized as earth. A red haze fills the sky and the ground. Fissures and cracks in the ground rip through the area. A nearby ocean bubbles from the extreme heat being generated.
Rem's eyes come back to the battle, just in time to see one of the humans take a small beam straight into the chest. It exits through his back moments later, and hos body falls to the ground, dead it seems. A moment later one of the younger saiyans joins him on the ground, as a chop to the back of his neck sends him limp.

Rems eys begin to water as he sees his adopted home, Earth, and its defenders being ravaged like this. The Namek falls moments later as his head is decapitated by a point blank blast to the head. Within thirty seconds, the rest of the Defenders are dead as well. "Wha...wha..wha..." Is all rem can get out as all 4 of the androids degrade into crazed laughter, and randomly firing ki blasts.

"The good guys dont always win namekian.... And sometimes... No one does."

Rem watches as the scene in front of him changes. Two of the androids are fighting the other two now. A large one and an old one are obviously on the defense as a male and female android attack them together. It doesn't take long for the 2 misfits to be destroyed, one having his head crushed between the hands of one of his foes. The second is utterly decimated as a ki blast rips his chest out of existence.

Again, the 2 survivors rip into laughter and destruction, they both begin charging a huge blast in each hand, and then fire them at once. The two blasts mold into one, and slam into the ground. The gigantic blast rips through the earths surface, and into the interior. Moments later, a bright light screams in front of rem, causing him to cover his eyes...

Moments later, when his sight returns, he looks and sees... Nothing... Rocks and asteroids dotting the nearby space is all that is around.... "What... What is this.." Rem says....
He turns quickly to the woman, only to discover the two androids behind him. One of them holds the woman by the throat, the male, and a sick snap sounds flows through rems ears, as he twists her neck, snapping it like a twig. Twin evil smiles turn toward rem.... "What!?" rem screams again, powering up without even noticing it.

The thoughts raging through rems mind at that moment were going at lightspeed. He had no clue what was going on. Was this for real? Had the androids really broken through into the Nexus? Was his hostess, who's name he hadn't even gotten dead? "WHAT IS THIS!!!" Screams rem, his confoundedness overtaking his pragmatism.

The Namek warrior slams into his chou form just as the Female android charges at him, a grin of death smiling on her face. Rems hand moves on his own, blocking her punch coming at his face. Semi-surprise registers on her face, and she throws a second punch. Rems face squeezes in rage as he grabs her hand swinging at him, and begins to squeeze.

Moments later the girl screams out as a succession of pops reveals multiple bones in her hand to be broken. Rem quickly releases her, powering up even more, and flips around, bringing his foot up slamming it straight into her face. Cutting her scream off, she flies into, and through the Japanese house. With a scream of rage, her male counterpart joins the fight, coming right at his namek foe. Rem stands his ground, not even moving as the males fist slams straight into his chest, and bounces off the Nameks armor.

"WHAT IS THIS!!!!" Screams rem again, as he slams into his Ultra Chou form. The force of the increase in power sends the male android skidding back quite a few feet, and before he can catch himself, rems hand comes up, firing an intense ki blast at almost point blank range. The blast hits the android in the chest, and seems to overwhelm him as it grows in size.

Rem, still confused, begins to power down a bit, and reverts back to his chou stage. The Male android can be seen laying on the ground a few feet away, his body smoldering, but its evident that he's not dead. The female android crawls from the house rem had sent her into, but falls to the ground, feigning unconsciosness as rem raises a hand towards her, warning her.

"What is this?" Rem asks again... Having no clue still as to what was going on.
He walks quickly over to the fallen form of his hostess, and gathers her up in his arms. Somehow, she is still alive and breathing.....

"So...." She says slowly... "You can still rage, good to know. I was afraid you had lost your edge when he left you." She says.

Rem is confused... "He who? What are you talking about?" rem looks around for his bag of supplies, but its missing. He had had it with him when he had been on Namek, but its missing now. "Do you have a senzu?"

She smiles, "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine." Rems face squeezes up in bewilderment, and he looks around. The two bodies are missing now, and the torn up environment is fixed now too. THe house, which had been torn to @#%$ moments later, looks back in perfect condition now. Even the hostess's neck, which had been snapped a while ago was now healed.

"What is going on?" Rem asks, pain in his eyes.

"This was a test... I wanted to make sure you could still fight savagely when the situation called for it... You have no clue what you have lost Namek, do you?"

Rem thinks... "I... Don't know, what are you talking about."

She, still in rems arms, gives the namek a saddened smile. "Your power, your emotion, your strength.... Don't you feel it? Depleted? Weaker?"

With a stunned shock, rem replied; "Oh... yes... I noticed it many months... well.. years ago now i guess.. I felt my power decrease significantly over night almost... I was told something happened to me on earth, and the Elders on Namek performed some ritual on me to save my life.... I always accepted the power loss to be an acceptable loss for my life.... THough i always did wonder WHY it had left me."

She smiles as rem realizes what she is speaking of. "And your mind? How is your mind these days?"

Rem thinks, and then replies... "Less... Chaotic, tumultous. I am more... sensitive and cognitive these days than i use to be. I am less likely to fight a battle if i do not have to than i use to be. No longer do i thirst for battle as i once did....

She smiles again, "And your body?"

Rem smiles this time too..... "That.. was perhaps the biggest change i underwent. I could get over the power loss, and gladly accepted the emotional stability that came with it.. But my body was a different story... I use to be 3 feet tall, and a sort of yellowish color. Not even on Namek was i accepted as a Namek... Not that they didn't accept me, they knew me as the spawn of my father, they just realized that my blood wasn't completely namekian, and that my mind wasn't either. Now... Now.... Well... This is what i am now, i AM a namekian, and i LOOK like one, and i FEEL like one...."

"And do you not question all of these things? Do you not think their is an underlining factor that contributed to all these changes, rather than passing out one day in the room of Time and Space, and waking up a completely different being almost?"

Rems face got grim, "Sure, i question it... But no one i know can answer any questions i have. The friends i had, and who took me to Namek weren't there for the ceremony, and weren't told what happened. I don't know the elders or shamens who performed the ceremony, so i can't ask them... So where am i to start? Gather the dragonballs and wish for the Dragon to tell me?"
The woman gives a slight laugh.... "That would work i guess... Or, perhaps.. You could just ask me..... Assuming of course you ever put me down."

With an embaressed smile, rem sets the woman down on her feet, and follows her back to the tea table in the house, gladly accepting a second glass of the warm fluid.

"You, of course, realize your heritage. It plagued you for many years of your life. The saiba and the Namek mentalities within you, always vying for dominace, always on the cusp of decimating your mind, maybe through no fault of their own, but simply due to the explosive nature of their combination. You still retain the memories of their lives, but no longer is their combined psyches within your mind."

Rem nods slowly, agreeing with her. 'Where then?" He asks simply.

"The answer will probably frighten you... SHOULD frighten you.... The truth is, your situation is now more dire than you were the day you collapsed from the combined strain of the TAS and the surging mentalities. As a matter of fact, the Universe you reside in at large is more endanger now than ever before, not through any fault of your own, but somewhat because of your existence."

Rem is confused.... Very vonfused... "But...." he begins, but is interrupted.

"I, in my long time in this place, have witnessed the fall, and decline of Many worlds and civilizations, as well as the destruction of many galaxies, and even a universe everyonce and a while, as impossible as that may seem. But i tell you this, each universe is held together through a group of strands, not so unlike a spider web. Each universe has a balance, and once that balance is upset, it takes infinitly much more effort to right it, and cease its decline, than to cause it."

Rem listens intently once again... Confident that what she is to tell him is as significant as that which she won't.

"For example... Great swaths of destruction have been created in many parts of your Universe, due to the efforts of the Icosian and Saiyan Races, as well as the destruction wrought by the Majin Abominations, as well as many of your own kin. The so called Super Nameks many many generations ago. All served to cause your universe to decline further and further into a place that would be difficult to extract itself from. But so far, your utter destruction has been fought off. Due in no small part to small groups of warriors on small back water planets, such as earth, defending their homes, and though they didn't know it, fighting for balance of the Universe. So close has destruction come, that the snap of a Deities fingers could have destroyed it many times. But always their were a few saviors... Always you found your salvation in the greatest times of need... I only hope this time will be the same..."

"So," Rem begins.. "Then, are you telling me the universe is in trouble, again?"

"No, not again." She begins. "The universe is always at peril, the only difference between now, yesterday, and tomorrow, is the threat that is currently causing it. The variable that is imbalancing the equation. And the answer, my good Namkian... is you."

Rem interrupts finally, "What have I done to contribute to this imbalance?"


With a pained smile.... The woman says simply... "You Existed..."

And with a snap of her fingers, The namek warrior once again, disappears from sight...

Which Dnd Character am I?

I just took this online test.. Here are the results.


I Am A: Chaotic Good Elf Ranger Fighter

Alignment:
Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.

Race:
Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.

Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.

Secondary Class:
Fighters are the warriors. They use weapons to accomplish their goals. This isn't to say that they aren't intelligent, but that they do, in fact, believe that violence is frequently the answer.

Find out What D&D Character You Are, courtesy of Zinious Software corporation


Detailed Results:


Alignment:

Lawful Good ----- (0)

Neutral Good ---- X X X X X X (6)

Chaotic Good ---- X X X X X X X X (8)

Lawful Neutral -- X X (2)

True Neutral ---- X X X X X X X (7)

Chaotic Neutral - X (1)

Lawful Evil ----- (-7)

Neutral Evil ---- (-5)

Chaotic Evil ---- (-3)




Race:

Human ---- X X (2)

Half-Elf - X X X (3)

Elf ------ X X X X X X (6)

Halfling - (-1)

Dwarf ---- (-1)

Half-Orc - X X X (3)

Gnome ---- X X X X (4)


Class:

Fighter - X X X X X (5)

Ranger -- X X X X X X X (7)

Paladin - (-1)

Cleric -- X (1)

Mage ---- X X X X X (5)

Druid --- X (1)

Thief --- (-6)

Bard ---- X X X X (4)

Monk ---- X X X X (4)

One Crazy Dream

Before I start... I'll just tell you that i'm going to post everything as i remember it, without holding anything back...



The first thing i remember in this dream, is the girl. A minor character in the whole experience to say the least. I believe she was either dead, sleeping, or wasn't real, im not exactly sure which. This girl, anyway, was leaned up against the house, sitting in a chair.



Oh, btw- this whole thing takes place in the back yard of my moms house, though, its alittle weird, like their has been some adding on and reconstruction to the house. I almost didn't recognize it, til i saw the trees.



Anyway, the girl was their, and so was this old asian guy. A mean looking one. Me and him talked for a while i think, and then he went over to the girl, and started messing with her body. I can't remember exactly what was going on. Anyway, i went and did something in the yard, again, hard to retain exactly what i was doing.



ANYWAY- i come back later to see the asian guy has stuck the girl up his body, sort of like a reverse birthing process, in the area between the anus and the scrotum is where he has stuffed this chick. You can see everything under her shoulders is still hanging out of him.



So i look into the nearest window, and my mom is looking out, but because the window is facing east, and the asian dude is south, she can't see him. At this point, i look at the Asian guy, and the chick has disappeared into him all the way up to her knees.



So, i'm freaking out at this point, and i run into the door, which faces west, and as soon as i go in and the first thing i see, only thing i see really, is the naked back side of my mother, but its not really my mother. My mother isn't a large woman, but the backside i see before me is to a very shapely woman, with long legs, and my mom is short. Without seeing her face, i scream "Mom" and go back outside.



The asian guy must have been surprised to hear me scream for my mother, and the girl flops out of him onto the ground. Very slowly, maliciously, and mean, he simply says.... I know Karate.....Pause..... I'll Kill you!"



The next part gets sort of fuzze, but i remember that we are on the ground, wrestling, and i get him into a couple half nelsons, head locks, and such. But he keeps using weird mystical ancient chinese moves, or so i thought at the time, to keep breaking out. Reminded me of the Matrix movie.



Anyway, at this point i was scared i was about to die, even though i was winning the fight, and i basically forced myself awake... With a sigh of relief, i looked around and noticed their were no asian men.

The Nexus: Part 1

Alright.... I RP on a DBZ RPG Message Board. Kind of corny i know.... But, it lets me blow off some steam writing some weird stuff sometimes.



Everyonce in a while ill post something extremely blood thirsty and such, and then their is the usual Character Development post, which i do some of... The following is one of them...



Again, i just started writing, and i didnt stop til my mind was just about empty.... For those of you who have seen DBZ, you may recognize some of the words.. But that will probably be it.. Well... here it is...


Rem in Celestial Home:...


"Awake Namek, the time has come." A voice, sounding female reports. With a
grunt and a sigh, a green warrior on the ground at her feet opens a single eye,
questions reverberating in his mind and eyes.


"Speak Not namek.... Listen only." With a second grunt, rem forces himself into
a kneeling position and the female in front of him, white, with blonde hair and a
comforting smile kneels as well. "Here is some tea, drink." And she hands him
a small glass containing a dark liquid. With but a pause he downs the drink, and
comes into a sitting position.


The woman again begins to speak. "You are no longer in your galaxy, nor your
universe. Not even the same plane." A look of panic comes over rems eyes,
but she quickly comforts him. "Oh no, don't worry. Neither are you dead." AS
the nameks eyes lose their surprise, she continues. "We saved you from your
plight. Much time has passed since your eyes have last opened."


For a second a glazed look comes over the Nameks eyes, "How... Much?"


Rem had never expected to survive his time in space, he had hoped to die while
sleeping, from being open to the coldness of space, from oxygen or nutrient
deprivation. He had accepted death, only to find himself still alive.


"Over a year." She says simply.


Rem lets his thought drift. His friends may be dead, or gone. The people he
knew may have forgotten or left him. Those who have aided him in the past
may be no more.... So much to comprehend. A year, while it doesn't seem like
long, in the universe's grand scheme is almost an eternity. While rem is
pondering his new circumstances, and the possible implications it may have on
his life, his hostess leaves and returns moments later with perhaps the greatest
invention of this universe. A Senzu!


"Eat Namek... And regain your strength." The woman says, interrupting his
thoughts.


After downing the small bean, Rem opens his mouth and speaks again. "So
where exactly am i then?"


The woman opens her mouth to speak, and gets a sort of semi-pained look on
her face. "Well.. it's hard to say... The easiest way to explain it is to say you are
in a higher dimension. But not in the sense you are use to. The dead do not
come here, and neither do the living. Well.. Except for you, and a few others....
Ummm.. Well, its complicated. Just be content in the knowledge that this place
does exist, however not as you would recognize, and that you have been
allowed to come here..."


Rem accepts her attempt at describing this place, which for the first time, he
stands up and looks at. For the moment, it looks like they are in an ancient
Japanese house, with paper walls, sliding doors, and a tea set. As he stands,
so does his hostess.


She follows him as he pushes his way through a few doors, and finally comes to
the front one. He can tell because a few pairs of sandals are stacked at the
door. Who for, only god knew.


As he opens the door, it making a soft sound as it slides easily, he looks out....
And sees a half dozen children of varying denominations playing in a tire swing,
or on a slide.... Quickly rem turns, and gives a quick questioning look to the
woman who's name he still doesn't know. But she doesn't even meet his gaze.
The namek warrior takes a few steps into the yard, and walks toward the
children. About a dozen paces from them, he stops and watches them play.


All of a sudden, one girl approaches rem and begins to speak. "Following the
Fall of A Demon's Might. Gojira's kin shall become mens plight. A fellowship
shall form, and some shall fall. But Strength in Number shall be the call. Upon
The Earth, warriors shall meet. And in that hour, will dole defeat!"


For less than a millisecond, as the girl brushes rems arm, a vision of blood,
death, chaos, and battle scream into his mind. As their skin touches, rem finally
understands the universe, and his part in it... But as she slowly walks away,
going back to the tire swing, he forgets it all. Remembering it as if it was a
dream that he had woken in the middle of. It was among the saddest moments
in Rems life when he realized he couldn't remember his personal significance.
His contribution to the universe.

It
It takes all of Rems willpower not to rush towards the girl and attempt to
remember. All of it, any of it. He was frantic. His mind was folding itself over
and over, attempting to find the lost information... But it was a lost cause.

Just
as Rem decides he HAS to get it back, he feels a warm hand against his
shoulder. His hostess. "She isn't your answer. You know. She may have the
answers, but what would be the purpose of you recieving them when no other
soul has such luxury? The questions are out there..." The woman motions
behind rem, extending her hand, as if motioning to infinity. And indeed, behind
the namek is a wall of space, stars, heavenly bodies to no end. The size of it, in
comparison to him, is inconceivable. Even though he is looking straight at it, he
can't imagine it being real. Every other time rem has looked at the stars, or sun,
or moon, it has been from a planets surface, looking up. For the first time in his
life, he is looking at the Universe as if it had a beginning, and an end. And he
was standing at its start.


"I... See... So.. Much." Rem finally gets out. His eyes wander in front of him.
Whereever he looks comes into focus. A planet here, a star there. So much to
see, it doesn't seem as if there will ever be enough time to see it all. Rems gaze
shoots forward, past the first wall of stars and planets, and his dimensions are
blown again. On and on the wall of blacks and hues progress. Beyond
measure, beyond... Everything.


Just as the Namek finally grasps the size of the universe, the woman speaks.
"Have you realized the nature of the universe yet? Or do you only think you
do?" And at that moment, the ground beneath rems feet fade from sight, only to
reappear as a field of space and stars. Rem, in fear of falling forever, attempts
to catch himself, and tries to levitate, but to no avail. "Dear Namek. Dont Fret....
The universe will not swallow you. Its size and significance should be a
comfort, not a threat!"


Rem accepts her words for a moment, and turns to face her.. Only to almost die
of shock. The sky which had been a beautiful blue hue, was the coldest of
blacks now, and so was direction directly behind him. And then it sinks in! He
was so stupid earlier. He could not stand at the beginning of the Universe, and
look toward the end. He could only be in whatever part of it he was in, and see
however far his eyes could see. While the universe was not the only plane in
Existence, it is infinite in the plane it exists in!


Rems mind spun... "Where are the children?" He asks a moment later, as his
mind adjusts to what he has been shown and has discovered?


The woman smiles and answers. "This is a Nexus for all the Planes. The
Guardians and Guides of Each Universe and Plane can survive here. But here
is anywhere, and everywhere. So in reality, they can be anywhere in any plane,
in any universe. And because the universe as well as the number of Universe's
is infinate, they can be any TIME they want!"


Rem, again, is stunned. "So.. The children were what.... Gods?"


The woman gives a small laugh, "I guess you can call them that.. Though... That
would be an ignorant thing to call them, for they do not see themselves as gods,
and a person is only as much as they appear to be to themselves."


"So... Are they children then? Just playing at a tire swing when they so
desire?"


The woman smiles brighter, "Ah.. And so you begin to learn. At the moment you
saw them, you believed them to be just children on a swing did you not? And
so, in your mind that is what they were. But, was that vision one of this location,
or of a universe somewhere else... Who knows. The nexus doesn't distinguish
between realities, it only separates them."


Rems mouth opens, and he interrupts. "How can the Nexus distinguish or
separate? Or do neither or both? I thought it was simply a location."
Again, the woman smiles, seemingly content with rems questions and
comments.

"The Nexus is the Soul of the Infinite. Everything that has existed
has not necessarily come from the Nexus, but has been inspired from a place or
thing inspired by a place or thing, and so on and so on, which originally
separated itself from all other such things within the nexus. The Nexus cares
not for things in particular, but cares for their essence and their existance. You,
my Namek friend, originated on Namek, in your own universe. While a form of
you may exist in a... as you say, Parallel universe, you yourself only exist in one
of the many."


Rem ponders for a second, and gives a slight grin; "I bet you say that to all the
Rems you meet."


Again, the smile from the woman, "You understand then? Yes, i think you do. I
may have given this conversation to many of your... Lets call them twins. I may
have revealed as much as i have to you to them. But that changes not the fact
that they are separate beings and have separate identities from you. Or else
you would remember the other meetings."


"Time!" The namek blurts out a moment later, and a big grin eminates from the
woman as his question is asked. "What about time. Does the nexus separate
time and the way it flows between the Universe's? And what of time here. I can
not see time traveling as it does on Earth and in my Universe. If that were so,
how can i have taken up such a large portion of yours, as well as as many of
my.. er, twins as you may have seen, and still leave time for the rest of the...
Infinite?!"


"Yes, is the answer you are looking for i believe." She says, navigating his trail
of words. "Time doesn't necessarily travel the same in any 2 universe's. Your
universe travels forward at a slighly slower speed than average. A good many
planes travel at time speeds many times your own. A being in one universe
may live a single minute, compared to your universe, but live to be old, and gray
in his. Have a life time of achievements, and a housefull of kids. In another
universe, time travels backwards, and since that is all they know, that is the only
way they realize time operates. How do you know time travels at the right speed
and direction in your home? What can you base it on without having
experienced the many variable forms of time?"


Rem nods solemly. "Alright... Last question i guess,"


Before the Namek can even ask, and get it off his chest, the woman speaks:
"Why you? Why in this Universe of Universe of infinite beings, why would you
be chosen to be saved and then have all this revealed to you?"


Rem nods again.


"Well.... I'll tell you later." She says, and claps her hands.


A second later the star field, the woman, and all of creation disappears from
sight... To be replaced by a grassy field. Rem, confused, stands up and takes a
deep breath. "No way!" He almost screams....


Again, he breathes in the familiar air, "Namek!!!"



Well.. Again, i apologize.. I know thats weird, and has a semi-matrix kind of feel to it.... It was 4:30 am, and i had 2 hours of sleep when i started writing... Im still weirded out that i wrote something like that...

DnD Character History

Sormir Thoinan Barsuphes


His mother was no virgin, his father no saint. Rather, this young fool was sired by a well-to-do whore, and a bottom feeding thief... Or at least, that's the best we can hope for.


This thief, Sarmor Barsuphes, was particularly fond of a specific whore, Thelia Thoinan, and whenever he managed to cut a fat purse from an even fatter aristocrat, or separate any unfortunate fool from their money, straight into Thelia's arms he would go. And because this whore was fond of this thief, it was only natural that she would claim him as the father when her water broke upon the tavern floor one night. And upon that night, cold and dark, was borne into the world, a screaming fetus of no great measure.


Years pass for the youth, and before long in the years of elves and dwarves, he is a young man. 15 is the age in which he meets perhaps the most significant person in his life. While Sormir had grown up hearing the tales of adventurers, warriors, and the like; he had seen few wizards and heard even fewer of their dark tales.


However, one Wizard who frequented the bar as long as Sormir could remember and longer before that apparently, one day took an interest in the boy. After the Old man called him over one day for a refill on his beverage, he quickly tells the boy to stay. After mumbling a few words, he reaches out his hand, and places his into the boys. As soon as their skin touches, a bouquet of flowers appears in the childs hands. "Quickly Son." The wizard urges. "Take these to your mother, the spell will end all too soon..."


The boy did as he was told, though it troubled him slightly. His father wouldn't be happy if he found out obviously, but the boy was fascinated with the power he had seen, so he didn't tell. A glazed look had come over his mothers eyes when she had recieved the flowers. They had faded moments later, and then disappeared altogether. "Thank the good man for his consideration, Sormir." Was all the retired-whore had said, and had never spoke of it again. Neither did the wizard ever speak of it, or perform another such trick.


When he was 16, the Wizard had approached Sarmor and Thelia at their house, hours after the tavern was closed, and Sormir was to have been asleep. However, he had laid in his bed in the next room, and heard every word that passed between them.


The wizard had spoken first, declaring his intent to apprentice the boy, and willing to pay handsomely the couple in exchange. The wizard said that he felt the stirrings of magic within the boy, and that his potential must be tapped and extorted.


At first, his mother had been vehemently opposed to the idea, and his father had all but tried to kick the wizard out. But as they argued, for what seemed like hours, eventually his mother accepted the idea... For what reason, who knows. And as the whore and the wizard tried to persuade the father, eventually his love of money caused him to agree.


For some reason, Sormir had not spoken a word during the entire exchange.. Nor was he displeased with the outcome. At least he would see something other than the small village he had grown up in. See some wondrous places perhaps.


He was wrong... For the next 4 years of his life, Sormir was basically locked in a spacious room, supplied with an endless source of books to read, and many many lectures on magic, its principles, concepts, and origins. The wizard, on occasion, was not above beating the living hell out of Sormir when he refused to read, or study, when he performed a spell wrong, or accidently blew up something.


After a specifically bad beating one night, which he recieved for basically destroying the Wizards bed room, Sormir gets pissed and after stopping by the library for a few quick check outs, he stuffs a bag full of biscuits and eggs, and leaves.


For months he wanders around, eventually finding a job as an illusionist in a wandering minstral show, and that is where we meet our friend, now 22 years old.