Damn Zombos

So, Jared, Ryan , and Nate are on the run from some zombies, looking for a safe place.

Greg and Dave are opening the door. Drama!

And Seth is running for his life.

So let's go to the most dashing group. And by dashing, I mean attractive, not dashing in the sense that Seth is running for his life. Yes.

Nate and Company:

Ryan...Spot check passed. You see a crevice nearby, a few houses down. And by that I mean a door. Open. Something about it just tells you that there aren't any zombies in there. It might be the zombie outside that's been shot to death. Or...Re-Death. Either way, it's probably the safest place to be. In fact, I'm just telling you right now, that's where you want to go. Just...Go there. Seriously. I want to put in a freaking NPC.

To Greg and Dave:

The door creaks open, and you see a television on, playing a movie. The room looks as though there was a struggle in here, and there's a bit of splattered blood on the floor. A window on the side of the room is wide open, and a breeze is blowing in. The voices you heard were definately from the tv.

To Seth:

You run for life and limb. As you run, you hear a snarl behind you, as something crashes through an isle to where you just where, to where you just screamed. A male zombie sees you running, and lets out an inhuman roar. Three others from different sections of the store reply with similar roars as you run for the window.

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Yeah, this is actually kinda starting to bore me...I need something to mix it up. And I have just the thing. Within the next day or two, I'm going to mix it up. Talk to me about it on-line if you REALLY want to know what it is, and I might take a bit of input from you. It should make some people happy, and piss some people off. And it should entertain me.

Anyways, that's it for zombies tonight. Sorry the things are kinda short, I'm tired and distracted. But hey, I posted.

Origami And Bullet Casings

Okay, so that's not exactly a song. But it's something I said over the weekend that Seth said he would write a song about, by that title, so I figure it WILL be a song. Yeah.

Sorry 'bout the lack of post last night, I was busy having a FUCKING AWESOME time with Seth and Jared. Absolutely FUCKING awesome.

But let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Yesterday morning. Woke up 'round eight. Seth was supposed to be there around 8:30 or so, but he slept in, so he didn't arrive until 9:17. We hung out a bit, then went to Jared's. The bastard was just getting up. So we hung out. Then we internetted. Then we left.

Jared had to go to work that day. So that left Seth and I to hang out for four and a half hours. We went to some food-places, we went to a convenience store a couple times. Had some Jones Sodas. We swapped stories about ladies, and some fight stories. It was awesome. And we yelled at some dumb kids that were swimming and throwing a shoe around. Fucking morons.

Then we found Jared, got a ride to the movie. Oh, and before Jared-finding, we saw a babe. We had been looking for babes for a while. Good stuff.

Anyways, the movie. Batman Begins. It was totally FUCKING AWESOME! I mean, holy shit. It was great. It made me respect Bats a little bit more. I don't hate him so much now. Yeah.

After the movie, DDR with Seth. Had some left over tokens afterwards. Disposed of them.

Then we got a ride over to Seth's. Once there, we hung out and did cool stuff.

They showed me this website. Hilarity!

Yeah. We also watched some other things on his compy, then eventually decided that we should watch a movie. So we started watching Volcano(e?) High, some crazy Korean movie that's based on a manga. It was freaking crazy. But I fell asleep part way through it, between two and three in the morning.

Woke up at eight. Jared and Seth were both gone. I stayed on the couch until about eight-thirty, then went upstairs to see if maybe they were up. They weren't, so I hung out on-line for a while. Good times.

Then we got up, did some stuff...uhhh...I'm not sure what it was...Everything from then until going to Blockbuster is kind of a blur to me.

So then we went there. Rented The Princess Blades (I think that was the name) and the Evil Dead: Army of Darkness movie. We also BOUGHT two games. Fifteen bucks each. Pretty awesome. Breath of Fire: Dragon Quarter, and some other generic fantasy game.

The Princess Blades movie was ABSOLUTELY FUCKING AWESOME. The fight scenes were incredible. And the main character was a babe. But wow, it was so good. Japanese movies rock.

I was actually disappointed in Army of Darkness. It was funny at times, but some of the things were just TOO cheesy. But I still enjoyed most of it.

Yeah.

Then we started trying out one of those games, then we had to go home.

So Seth's mom gave Jared and I a ride home.

And...Again, blurred bit of the day.

Went for a walk with Eric and talked about some stuff.

Which, I suppose, brings us on to our next point.

So, the same-sex marriage bill has passed.

And the Daily Disciple did a little post about it...For those of you who don't read the 'Daily' Disciple, I'll copy the post.

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Well, Eric's computer is still with the who-now and the what-not, so what that means, is that I shall post Eric's...post... On with the show!


Has anyone ever been to the parliament buildings in Ottawa? There's an engraving on it from the book of Psalms: "He shall have Dominion from Sea to Sea" Psalm 72:8.

Wow, who could have thought a country so "on fire for God" could change the definition of marriage...the God-given definition. Oh, wait, isn't this the same country that on May 14th 1969, legalized abortion? Yup!

Wait, let's go back a little further. When the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbour in 1942, what did Canada do? Oh, we locked up each and every person of Japanese decent, for fear that the were spies! Wow! Way to trust for God!

Hey, going back even further, when Canada met the aboriginal people, what did they do? The shoved their beliefs down their throats, or killed them. Yes, I know that the church had done that before, but you know what it's called when you do the same thing, with the hope of a different result? It's called insanity!

Oh, but Canada got better. Yeah, at the turn of the century, instead of killing the aboriginals, we just shoved into residential schools, and forced them to give up their beliefs, their customs, and their names! And after all this, because Canada is such a WONDERFUL nation, we decided, "Hey! Lets make 'em white too!". So the aboriginal peoples had their skin scrubbed until it became a nice off-white colour, 'cause that's what a nation of God does(not!). And guess what, this persecution hasn't stopped! The aboriginals still do not have the right to govern themselves, and they have never been fully repaid for their suffering.

Yup.

Canada sure loves God.

Seems like Canada could be described best with this verse:
"They claim to know God, but by their actions they deny him. They are detestable, disobedient and unfit for doing anything good."
Titus 1:16

Lots of other societies have made the same mistake as Canada. Have you kids ever heard of something called... The HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE? There were apparently on fire for God, and killed those who weren't. Oh, yeah, that collasped. Possibly, 'cause there weren't so "on fire" for God.

Yes, I know, but I'm not perfect, and I know I sin, possibly more often the most others. But at least I try to make amends for my wrong-doings towards God. But I fear for our Country. I fear that if we keep going this way, we may have a punishment in store for us. We can't we just learn from that old cliche: Those who don't understand history, are doomed to repeat it?
My fellow Canadians, let us begin a life devoted to God.

Lord God, we will do what we must "In all thy Son's command"!

Written and directed by: Eric
Posted and edited by: ~Dave~


P.S. I just wanted to add, I am not trying to say that God doesn't love people who are gay, had abortions, are hypocritical, etc. He sent His Son to die for them too.

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Yeah. This post pissed me off, to be perfectly honest with you. It offended me. I didn't like having Canada compared to the Holy Roman Empire.

I'm not as pissed off as I was. Because I had a little talk with Eric. We went on a walk tonight, after I had commented on their blog, and we talked about that. It seemed he was mostly frustrated with that priests were going to be forced to perform gay marriages.

They're not.

Some quote from a news site:

"The law specifies that religious groups will not be forced to perform same-sex weddings, so a Catholic church could not be strong-armed into holding gay nuptials, for instance."

So yeah. There goes that bit.

I'm actually kinda tired now. I think I might end this. I'd bitch more about that, as it really pissed me off, but I'll wait until a few more people comment. If you feel like commenting to them, go right ahead.

But I have one more rant tonight...Memories.

Memories scare me, to be perfectly honest with you. Memories are the only way we have to know anything. Anything at all. And suppose...Just suppose that somebody found a way to tamper with your memories. What if they could tamper with memories on a grand scale? If that could happen, then how would we know anything? I mean, suppose that -I- could alter everybody's memories. Then I could, theoretically, change the past. Because what is the past, but memories? If everybody remembered that something happened, then what is there to say that it didn't? There's absolutely nothing. Rid yourself of any documentation, or better yet, change the documentation. Alter it to fit your new past. Then the past is pretty much changed.

That's been bugging me lately, as I've been reading this fantasy book, The Redemption of Althalus. In it, some people are attempting to change the past by changing memories of the past. It's VERY disconcerting.

Because how do we even know our memories are real? How do we know that anything is real, that we're real?

Memories are all in the mind, right? Well, we've seen how fucked up people can be in the mind. For all I know, none of my life has ever happened to me. Hell, I could be in a coma right now, lying in a hospital, and I have no real way of knowing. I just have to keep going on with my 'life'. And I have to go on, because this could all be real. It could all be real, it could all be fake, but I just don't know.

I think Ryan put it best when he said on his blog:
"I will keep blogging, going to school, working, and eventually start a family, at which point I will top it off with dying. That is my lot in life, as is yours. Now, I have taken a long time to post this, so let's all think happy thoughts. Big smiles, because everyone else is watching.

Take care, and keep busy."

Big smiles...Everybody else is watching. Those words definately got to me.

Until next time,
Oh, I don't need to do what you say. Because you're not real.
~Kataron

Shotguns are the bane of zombies.

Righty-o.

Greg and Dave are currently pondering what's behind door #1. Jared's doing something with a camera that should probably wait until we're safe, but meh. Ryan and Nate are watching. And Seth found his-self a baseball bat in the grocery store.

Right, let's continue.

Greg and/or Dave:

As Greg draws closer to the room, he still gets no response. Once close enough to listen through the door, he can hear only whispering and *listen check* is unable to make out the words. But you DO hear a slight creaking coming from within the room.

The suspense is killin' me! But more accurately, it'll kill you.

Jared, Nate, and Ryan:

Nine second delay. Because I like odd numbers.

I nod quickly and look around nervously.

"Perhaps we should wait until later to check this out more. I--Wait...I think I hear something."

*listen check*

"Something's coming. Dragging feet. I'd say it's unpleasant. How quickly can you go from camera to running for your life? I can't tell how many are coming, but I'd say our best bet is to go this way, and keep behind these buildings. I saw a police car flashing nearby. Let's go there. Perhaps we can find another gun or two. Sound good? Oh wait, I don't care."

And I begin to move at a rather brisk pace, back behind the building. I gesture for the others to follow, and slip deeper into the darkness.

And the Sethster.

You find the baseball bat. Strange red substance on it. Blood, ketchup, you're jut not sure. You could taste it, but that's probably ill-advised.

Then all of a sudden, you hear something hit the floor, two isles to your right. Sounds like a can. Possibly soup.

There you all go. Now I'm freakin' tired, so I'ma go sleep. 'cause I been WORKIN' all day.

I'll see you all in Hell.

Kiss Me

It's...ME!

Meh day today.

Got up early...Damn work. Actually did stuff today, too. Well, first we drove around. Got some parts. Then we set up. Lots of hose and stuff. Pressure-washing a cabin and all, right? Yeah. My dad did pressure-washing whilst I scraped the paint off of doors. I also had to feed him hose at one point, as he was up on a balcony, and I was below. That hose is damn heavy, 'specially when it's got that much water going through it, so I had to keep passing hose up to him so he could get work done. I ended up scraping all the paint off one door, and most of the paint off of two others.

And we got CHINESE FOOD for lunch. SWEEEEEEEET. I fucking love Chinese food.

w00t.

And yeah.

So, Seth pointed something out to me. He quoted my MSN profile to me. And to my chagrin, what did I discover? Why, I hadn't updated it since my times with the bitch. It still had her vile name in it. Well, we couldn't have that. The reason it was like that for so long was because Trillian doesn't have a handy link to edit it as MSN does. So I gave Seth my password and told him to edit out the bitch. I also told him to change my marital status from the relationship one that it was in from way back when to as close as possible to 'please somebody love me'. So Single and Lookin'. Also, my profession is apparently now Sexin' Doctor. SWEET.

When I got to Rick's, I gave it a bit of an overhaul. The only one I didn't change completely was quotes. Heheheheh...Get in my sprinter. Oh, Seth. Well, I guess I added one quote. But other than that, changed nothing. Yes.

This song amuses me so...Teeheehee.

w00t. I get to hang with Jared and Seth tomorrow. I am giddy, much like a schoolgirl. A giddy schoolgirl. Yes. But only like said schoolgirl in terms of giddiness. Yes.

I watched a couple episodes of Invader Zim over at Rick's. Fuckin' AWESOME show. I'm bringing the entire series on a DVD over to Seth's tomorrow. Booooyah.

Tomorrow will be the awesomest. We're gonna hang out and go see Batman Begins and then go to Seth's house and and and probably some other stuff. It will be gloriously grand!

I'll probably be able to do a bit of posting tomorrow at Seth's, but don't expect as many comments on the zombie thing throughout the day, as I shall be out. I'll check it a couple times though, so I should at least get a couple in.

When they catch you, there won't be any doubt!

You've been beaten by the Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen
(Beaten by the Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen)

T-E-E-N T-I-T-A-N-S, Teen Titans, LET'S GO!

God, why do I have this song on my computer? And why am I listening to it? And why in the name of all that is good and holy am I SINGING ALONG?! Oh well.

When there's trouble, you know who to call,

TEEN TITANS!

From their tower, they can see it all,

TEEN TITANS!

Etc. Fuckin' awesome show.

Anyways I'm ranty and rambly and wired so I should do a zombie post now yes.

Until next time,
Your life is meaningless without ice cream.
~Kataron

Maybe I'm A Zombie

God I hope not. Anyways, good evening.

Here's where we left off...

Ryan, Jared, and the ever-sexy Nate are in the store. They've elected to go out the way they came. Well, Ryan and Jared did. Nate's just there for emotional support. Oh, and he's got a gun. Which he rescued from the zombie dog. He also used the first shot on the genericter, to put him out his misery.

I won't miss you, genericter.

Dave and Greg are discussing the finer things in life. Err...Greg's trying to talk about the zombies, but Dave doesn't care. They're exploring a dark house. Creepy. :)

Seth is on his way to a grocery store. In da dark!

Yep.

Oh, and the man on the moon is thrusting vigorously. But I haven't introduced him as a chara---wait, what? Oh, he's not part of this one. Disregard this statement!

Yeah.

So here's how it all goes down:

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Ryan, Jared, and Nate (sexy).
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Righty-o, we're going through the door we came through. Nate moves closer and pushes the door aside, peeking out. Luckily, the zombies don't appear to have come through here just yet. But they are assaulting the other wall, so they're close.

Nate slips out and beckons for the others to follow. Looking around, he sees that he could either move towards the front of the store, or around back. Around back sounded better, as the front was under zombie assault.

All of a sudden, a howl sounds from within the store. It seems that the dog is finished dinner. Nate literally pulls Jared and Ryan out, and hastily pulls the door back into place. A soft thud sounds from within, and then scraping.

I gesture wildy towards the back of the store, and break into a light jog, looking to go back towards the shadows, to hide from the zombies. Also, once back there, we could traverse behind some of the buildings, without the risk of being seen on the street by zombies.

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Dave/Greg:
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You climb the stairs, as Greg's comments are ignored.

As you reach the top, you hear voices. All of the lights are off, and the light switches nowhere to be found. The voices are coming from a room nearby, with the door closed.

You hear two people talking.

Person A: We don't stand a chance.
Person B: Yes, we do! Don't talk like that. There's got to be something we can do.
Person A: Don't you understand? These things are everywhere! We're doomed!
Person B: Shut up and grab a gun.

Yep.

Enjoy.

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Sethsta
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You grip your knife and head in the direction of the store. Luckily, it's not too far, and you see the store lights within a minute or two. You hear more screams behind you, but none in front of you.

You soon come to the store, and see that one of the windows has been smashed open. Interestingly enough, it seems to have been smashed from the inside. As though something was trying to get out.

Enjoy.

Yeah, okay. That's the stories so far covered. I was thinking about introducing Rick and Eric, but I think I'll introduce one or both of them tomorrow. Still not sure if Eric really wants to play the game. And if anybody else is reading, wants to play, and will post regularly, you're very welcome to join. Just post a message asking for admittance, or speak to me outside of the blog.

For those of you who don't know, my email is:
phate222@hotmail.com

Unforunately, Trillian is very protective of me, and doesn't like adding new people, so nobody can add me to MSN. But yeah. This is kinda off topic.

Anyways, I have another zombie-issue to cover tonight.

God-modding. This will NOT be tolerated. I don't care what the circumstances are, you can't God-Mod. I don't even care if you have their permission. If they're going to do something, they can bloody well comment themselves. The only person that CAN God-Mod is me, and that is because I AM the God of this world. I'm in control, bitches. And I try to only God-Mod based on your decisions via comments, and only to move the story along, so we're not waiting for every single person to comment before doing one little action. So yeah.

Nobody else can God-Mod. Anybody that does will be punished severely. Also, powerplaying is not allowed.

This is when you're fightning a zombie or something, and you do something there's no way in hell you'd be able to do. Like...taking on a dozen zombies by yourself, unarmed. Any powerplaying will be modified by me, and the zombies will kick your asses.

Anyways, yeah. The time of sleep is upon me, for I must work tomorrow. Last night's commenting left my inbox filled with twelve emails. I haven't gotten this many comments since I offended a bunch of people. Keep it up!

Maybe I'm A Lion

Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not. Probably not.

Uneventful day.

Got up. Went to work.

Work...If you can call it that. We ran into problem after problem, and the most 'work' I had to do was to refill my dad's drink. And that was it. We drove around a lot.

Then I got bored, 'cause I wasn't getting paid full wages 'cause we weren't doing anything. I eventually just went home. Watched tv. Played on the computer. Offended people. The usual.

More video games. And probably some other stuff that I can't remember.

I have an overpowering urge to play a Final Fantasy game. But I can't pick which one I want to play. It's damn annoying. I know most of the games by heart, though. So it's slightly less entertaining as it would be if I...say...Didn't. But yeah.

My plans for the next few days:

Tomorrow: Working with my pa. At the end of the day, I'll probably hang out with Rick and Eric. Maybe spend the night at Rick's. But that bit depends on my plans the next day. Which are as follows.

The day after tomorrow: w00t. Gonna hang out with Jared and Seth, and go see the new Batman movie at the Galaxy. Not sure which showing we're going to, but we're going. Then we might spend the night at Seth's, if'n that's cool with parental types. Man, that'd be awesome and a half. Seth's so cool. But I rarely get to see him. But now he's moved closer, so I can see him more often! But it's still somewhat difficult, what with the arranging of times and rides and places and such.

Hence why Greg and I have forced Jared to plan our Superhero movie night that Greg and I decided that we wanted. We were discussing it, I told Greg to plan it, and he said no, we should make Jared to it. I agreed with a smile on my face. And thus has Jared been forced into planning it.

I'll bring the Coke. Coke is my friend. It loves me.

You know who else is my friend? My Wood Elf Ranger, Kataron! I bought him a nice new sword. Then I pimped it up with some effects. Lightning AND poison. With a plus four to studliness! Booyah.

You know what'd spruce up this entry? Some VERY vague statements that I won't explain to anybody.

Vagueness:

Maybe I miss you. I don't like to think that I do. But maybe I just won't admit it to myself. Maybe I still think about you, when I'm all alone. Maybe I'll never forget your name.

But maybe that wouldn't matter to you. But maybe it would.

Maybe I'll never know.

/vagueness

That's so vague, not even I know what I'm talking about. :) So don't bother asking.

Wow, look at the time. You know what time it is, kiddies? ZOMBIE TIME!!!!

Until next time,
Gah, why must everything be so confusing?! Why can't life be like a video game? Why can't I pick A, B, or C? Why do I have to come up with it myself? Life would be so much easier if I could just pick an option, stick with it, and fuck the consequences. Why can't I be the main character?
~Kataron

Zombies Are Nature's Way Of Saying 'Oh, you guys are SO fucked.'

Or something similar. So yeah.

So, when we left our ragtag team of adventurers, they were in the store. Still. Don't fret, it won't last much longer. Ryan punked some things from the store, including a security camera and a fan (Don't ask me. He's a bit off. In a good way, of course....Yeah...That's it...Anyways.), Nate was getting some munchies, Jared was...Well, I don't know. Being gay. Sounds like Jared to me. The genericter was being generic and unimportant. Expendable, one might say.

Ryan was tinkering with the security camera when he caught sight of an almost-live feed from outside. Thirty seconds delay and whatnot. Light flashing in the distance to the left. This is the police car mentioned previously, but nobody knows that yet. A few shadows moving around. Then a large shadow appears, and the feed turns to static. Scraping noises can be heard against the walls and windows.

That's where we left off after the comments.

And here we are. I, the Zombie Master, have initiative. Mostly 'cause I'm writing the post. But also because I control every detail in this world.

And the Zombie Master demands a sacrifice!

Most of the noises from outside appear to be coming from windows and such, and nothing seems to have entered the building yet. The door that had been placed back over the entrance is still intact, and all is well. Ha. A likely story.

The party is, of course, freaking out to some extent. It's only natural. I can imagine that Ryan is soiling himself, as he seems to be known to do in case of zombies. But you ain't seen nothin' yet...

From the back of the store, you hear a new scraping noise. This one is coming from inside the building. The scraping noise is followed by a low growl. Before any of the party members has a chance to react, a dog appears. It's eyes glow red in the darkness, and it seems to be leaving a trail of blood behind it. The genericter is standing closest to it, and that's who it attacks. It goes for the leg, tearing out a large chunk of flesh, and begins to drag it closer to the back of the store.

As far as any of you can tell, there are no other undead creatures in the vicinity, except for outside. The door that leads out into the hall is unblocked, and that could lead to any of three things. The front door, which is locked up tight. The way you came in. And a back exit, which may or may not be able to open properly, as nobody has yet checked it.

The genericter's screams fill the room, and fill the party's hearts with dread. Did you really think you were safe? Think again.

I'd move quickly. There's no telling how long it will take for the dog to grow bored of his prey.

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There we go. 'kay, so the genericter is gone. Unfortunately, that destroys any chances of people without Player Characters to join in. So I'm giving everybody player characters. And by everybody, I mean Dave, Greg, and Seth. Rick will get one later when his computer is working right, and if Eric wants one, he can have one. Dave and Greg start off together, and Seth starts off alone.

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Dave and Greg:
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Okay, you two need to introduce your characters. Look back to some previous posts for how to do this. Assign stats and give a short history. This doesn't have to be exactly you. Oh, and you get a few supplies, but nothing extravagant. No large blades, no axes, no shotguns. Keep it simple for now.

Dave and Greg are currently running for their lives across town from where our heroes currently are. Greg HAS a car, but it has a flat tire. It seems to have been chewed through. Occasional screams fill the air as they flee from the zombies they had encountered earlier. Dave had thrown one of his patented Dave-Bombs at the zombies, but his aim was a little off in his panic, and he hit the ground on front of the zombie. It's legs still caught fire, as well as the ground in front, giving them a chance to run.

They finally have to stop for a moment to catch their breaths. Nothing seems to be following them. A noise down the street draws their attention.

Okay, now you guys can act. I haven't spoken to Greg about his player character, but if he fails to post, Dave, you can control him to an extent.

Don't act on anything you know from the other post, character locations or any such thing. You're not trying to get to the other party, you're trying to stay alive. The parties WILL meet up later no matter what you do. So don't worry about that.

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Seth:
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You're all alone. Hiding in a house across town from where the other groups are. The zombies haven't quite made it to where you are yet, but you've been hearing screams and assorted others sounds all night. Your parents are also out of town for some undisclosed reason, just like the genericter's were.

I'm not sure what else to say. I'll leave the rest up to you.

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Right, anybody else that wants a Player Character, comment and ask for one. But if you ask for one and then abandon it, I'll stab you.

You've been warned.

Oh, and I'm the only person here that can God-Mod. It is forbidden to EVERYBODY else. And punishment will be severe. You've been warned AGAIN. Bitches.

I Will Buy You A New Life

The hell I will.

Anyways, hi.

Uneventful day today, filled with video games and the sacrificing of innocent children. I'm actually somewhat glad for the working with my dad during the week. Something to do. My life gets boring pretty easily.

Right, so I figure I might start up a normal D&D style adventure once we're done with the zombies. I keep having strange urges to include evil priests and dark magics in this one, but I'm kinda going for realism. Yeah...

Wow, there's jack shit to comment about today.

Oh, I saw a new show tonight.

Distraction. It was fucking awesome. On the comedy network.

Contestants get asked really easy questions. But they're distracted.

Four rounds, four contestants. One less contestant after each round.

Round the first:

Trivia. No buzzers. To answer, you have to down a shotglass of hot sauce. First. Person with the least points gets eliminated.

Round the second:

Three people left, more trivia. One person at a time, asked questions, timed round. They answer while having all sorts of unpleasant things done to them by one of two very large wrestlers. One more is eliminated.

Round the third:

My favourite round. Nudity trivia. The two remaining contestants were both male. So they were each lying on a bed. For every question they answered correctly, a lovely and scantily-clad female-type would join them. First two five points wins. Oh, and when one guy got up to two or three, a large burly sweaty male wrestler joined him instead of a lady. But the ladies were still there, so it was worth it. Loser gets shot. Err...Eliminated.

Round the LAST!:

The guy won five prizes. They are as followed:

• A perty moped.
• Digital camera set thing. Very nice.
• One of them...uhhh...movey things...uhhh...Sorta like a Segway. Yeah.
• A beautiful laptop. Mmmm.
• A few weeks supply of peas.

Five questions. Each wrong question eliminates a prize. Oh, and did I mention that each prize is wired to one of them old-fashioned pushey dealies for making things go boom? Yeah. Randomly wired, the guy got one question wrong, had to press down on one plunger, and blew up his perty laptop. I nearly cried.

Great show. I'll definately watch it again. Interesting contestants, too. I liked Bert. Bert was Asian. Asian people are cool.

Oh, and because I'm eccentric, I've decided to add daily polls to my blog posts. People can comment and I obey the majority. For the most part.

Tonight's poll, and the first poll of Katablog, should I put up, on this here blog, a picture of myself in a dress? I have over a dozen pictures sitting around attracting virtual dust in my C drive. Well, I sent them all to Sarah in England today. I believe her reaction was 'oh dear Lord.' or something similar. Yep. She asked for it, though. So anyways, if you, the readers, say yes, then I shall embarass myself by putting pictures of me in a dress on the internet. That could come back and bite me in the ass later, but yeah. And that's tonight's poll. Please take part.

Until next time,
That kicks nine kinds of ass.
~Kataron

And Then There Were...ZOMBIES!!!

Yes, zombies. You heard me.

So, last night I said I'd give you a special post. And here it is.

So when we last left our ragtag band of good-looking adventurers, they were in a convenience store. Jared was being dumb, Ryan was being semi-cool, and Nate was being mysterious and sexy. The genericter was being generic and not making comments about how much he wishes somebody named Dave was there.

Items of note in the convenience store:

Security camera system dealy.
Fan or something. Might not be in working condition.
Foods.
And probably some other stuff.

Just ask me for details if you need anything specific. I will most likely deny you this and laugh, but ask anyways.

We're just sort of hanging around the store right now. I believe Ryan may have some sort of plan involving a few of the things in the store, but I'm not sure. Either way, we can't stay much longer, we need to make haste and leave the area.

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MEANWHILE! ACROSS TOWN!
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The zombies ravage the town as a single figure watches from a high vantage point. The night is eerily silent, only broken by the occasional scream. But most people never saw it coming, never had the chance to escape. Some didn't even have a chance to scream.

The lights from the top of a police car flash nearby, down the street from where our heroes are currently holed up in the store. It had not been there when they entered. The figure on the rooftop had watched it pull up at a house, responding to a phone call that had been cut off in mid-word. The sirens were off, but the lights flashed. And would continue to flash, as the two police officers that normally ride it are lying dead within the house. One has a gun in hand, but never got a chance to fire it.

The figure grins in the darkness, and continues to observe the events below. Soon the town would be completely over-run. Just like the others before it. Just like the others that would come after it.

But why? Why was it happening?

Tune in next time for the possibility of another obscure hint...

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Meanwhile...Back With Our Heroes...
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Nate paces impatiently, sipping from a can of Coke.

"Yeah, staying here is probably a very bad idea. I'd suggest grabbing any more supplies, doing anything else you might want to do, then we should go. Oh, and if you've gotta use the bathroom, go now. 'cause I'm not stopping."

I then proceed to grab a bag, fill it with Coke, chips, and other such delicious foodstuffs, and look around the store.

Right. There you are. The special post. The special bit was the look at the mysterious character. A bit of a warning. I wanna see how you deal with this bad motha.

And as another specialness, once we leave the store, I shall introduce the next player character! Probably in a humiliating way!

I love zombies.

And then there were two.

Evenin', folks.

You know, I'm a horribly biased person. I'm biased about everything. Everything you're reading here is tainted with my bias. Muahahahaha.

Anyways...

Yeah.

So, Jared seems to have found a great place to rent.

"THREE BEDROOM 1200 sq. ft., 2 bath, finished basement with garage, large deck and central air. All appliances. $1200 + util. "

Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.

That's like...Fucking perfect. Yeah, baby. Jared's calling them tomorrow.

That's $400 rent per person, plus other stuff. But that's less than Jared had figured, so we're good. Plus there's appliances and shit. I like those. So I'm gonna need to find a full job. 'cause I'm not working all the time with my dad. Any ideas, people? And no, I will not pleasure men for small change. Or for free. Or for larger sums of money. NO PLEASURING MEN! Now that that's out of the way, any OTHER ideas?

Sooooo...

I've been thinking...

About my hair...

And I decided to get YOUR opinions. Because they matter to me.

*holds in a laugh*

Okay, so I want them to know who to blame if it looks dumb.

So I was thinkin'...Apparently there's something I can do with my hair. That'll make it straight. As in, not the curly mess it is now. And it involves virtually no effort from me as far as I know, no extra daily care, but it lasts for six months. It's some sort of solution they can put in my hair that'll make it go notcurly. So I'm wondering...Should I? I want to get it cut, too.

So everybody, give me hair advice or die.

Yes.

Uneventful day.

Power went out.

Fucking power outtages. Fucking bastard power workers. I'll fucking kill them! I'll fucking kill them all! Something about...a strike...something...something...CAN'T PLAY VIDEO GAMES! KILL THEM ALL!

Yeah. I read a lot of my book.

Wars are cool. Well, not so much nowadays. But way back when, when it wasn't 'who has the most nukes'. Back in ancient times, when wars were fought with REAL tactics, and swords, and arrows! Those wars were fucking sweet. I totally wanna go back in time and be some big cool general. And have all these future tactics in my head. 'cause I play too many video games and shit. I would be a God.

Yes.

I am a Wood Elf Ranger. I have the pimpiest bow ever. It's lightning enchanted. And it has a +3 to hoes, or so I assume. Is that spelled with an e? I really don't know.

I am so fucking wired right now. So logically...ZOMBIE POST!

Until next time,
My wang is enchanted. What enchantments, you ask? Fire enchant, lightning enchant...glow enchant...And it gives me a plus three to stamina!
~Kataron

Horse With No Name

Yo and hello, kiddies.

Err...Sorry for that RFR opening. Anyways...

Interesting day today, to say the least. It started out as many do. With me getting out of bed. Now, sometimes, this doesn't happen 'til halfway through the day. But today, oh, I was up. Bussed it up, got Coke, met with peoples for plans. We had intended to go play video games but SOMEBODY *cough*ERIC*cough* didn't bring any controllers.

But that was okay, 'cause was watched 'i, robot' instead. Is that lower case in the name of the movie? I think it's lower case...God, that irritates me to no end. Anyways, freakin' AWESOME MOVIE! I hadn't seen it before. Will Smith, you kick so many kinds of ass.

Some quotes from the movie and from us watching the movie:

"You are experiencing a car accident."

"I don't think this relationship is going to work...You're a cat...I'm black..."

"Wow, he really IS black!"

Hahahahahaha...The last one was said by Rick. And man, perfect freakin' timing. But I won't reveal where he said that because some people that read this haven't seen the movie yet.

But yeah. Then we came back, and went to Pizza Hut. Buffet, baby. So much foods...NOT a good idea.

I got back to school, and I barfed. In my mouth. It started as I was going into the bathroom, I had my hand in front of my mouth, so they got all pukey, but I got most in a toilet, cleaned up the floor as best I could, and informed the office to send a janitor. It wasn't bad, it was mostly water. That's right, I drank water. Oh, don't worry, I'd already had three cans of Coke previously, and had another four afterwards. :)

Then we were back at school...Hung out with Jared for a bit, then he left somewhere with Beth and I didn't really care. I was left alone with Alyssa and her friend. And boy, was I an ass. In case you didn't pick it up from last night's post, she was the one that told me to 'Shut up', and I don't react well to that at all. Plus, you all know how goddamn stubborn I am. I had resolved not to talk to her at all that day, or at least as little as possible. And I didn't talk to her much. Although my afternoon probably would have been a lot more pleasant if I had just sucked it up and not been a dick...

So yeah, then I cleaned out my locker.

And great beard of Zeus! I'm going to give you ALL of the contents of the locker in list form. You've been warned. And sorry for repeats, I wrote them down as they came out, so I stumbled across a few things (ie, Coke cases) more than once.

*ahem*

Things found in Nate and Jared's locker

• Coke case X2
• Box of Equality chocolate chip cookies
• Pieces of Coke cases
• My notebook and a bunch of Calculus notes
• Empty Coke can (the first of many)
• Cardboard tube (found by myself and Jared the afternoon of the Grad Sleepover)
• A series of bags including the following:
• - Two FULL Coke cans
• - Emtpy Coke bottle
• - And candy.
• Paint (used by Jared for grad wall, I assume)
• Bag of Cheerios (mmm...Cheerios...)
• An old and crunched sandwich of some sort
• Generic tape-like material
• Hippy shirt (Jared's, for drama last semester I think...Or English.)
• Ross Reflections newspaper thing
• Box of crackers
• My green vest
• Empty bottle of Bawls
• Book - 'The Celery Stalks At Midnight'
• Container for fries X3
• Course calender
• Jared's green trenchcoat thing
• Jared's jacket
• Book - 'The Pinball Effect'
• DVD - 'Lifted'
• Porrly processed picture of the evil smiley dude that's on one of Rick's sweaters
• A t-shirt I bought the other year, black, with flames on it
• Swiss Cheese crackers box
• Bandage wrapper from when I hurt my hand with my sharpie
• An umbrella. No idea how long it was back there...
• Book - 'HTML 4'
• Book - 'Introduction To Genetics'
• Book - 'Media Virus'
• License plate - 263 4JD (No lie.)
• Empty Coke bottle X3
• Empty water bottle (Don't look at me.)
• Book - 'Principles of Accounting' (Gah, I remember that course...Evil.)
• Emtpy Coke case.
• Emtpy bag X3
• Empty duct tape roll
• Comm Tech projects (the two following points):
• - Negatives
• - Generic write-ups
• Bent cake pan
• Christmas wrapping paper
• Scotch tape
• Generic garbage (including a lot more paper)
• Plastic flower
• Not-so plastic flower
• An orange that was so bad it was VERY hard and resemembled a potato(e?)
• Crunchy cheesies bag
• The Experiment. Uhh...My attempt to grow life in a Double Gulp thing. Man it stunk. And I think there might have been things moving around in there. It had been in the bottom of the locker since...October, was it?
• A picture of Eric
• Coke case with paper wrapping. A present, wrapped in paper. When I found this, I ordered it disposed of immediately. It had been a present back when I was with the bitch, and somebody had drawn Texas on the side of it. Texas, how I despise thee.
• A little truck thing
• The top of a CD case
• Gloves
• Cookie container
• Two Halo 3 Slurpee cups from 7/11
• A thermos
• Candy wrappers
• Two bags filled with the following:
• - Garbage and tupperware
• - A part for the thermos
• - Batteries
• A bag with clothes. Apparently...sock puppets?
• Three slurpee straws, two purple and one green
• A sign the said 'Under Reconstruction - Do Not Touch' that had been on one of the computers in the comm. tech room, but somebody decided it should be on me instead.
• A rainbow pen advertising something
• A pillow which had shaped itself to the contours of the locker
• Two hair ties, both Jared's
• Rick's star thing from the beginning of the year
• Tape
• Peanut butter
• Book - 'Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy' the first one
• Sno Kone cup things
• Emtpy Coke can
• A picture that Jackie Pirico drew for me last semester of a cat holding a hypnotist thing with text underneath saying 'My wish is your command' which is a really creepy picture.
• The container that originally held the Sno Kone syrup
• SNES game - Super Mario World
• A picture of Jared I took last semester, had a line on the left side of it from something bad on the negative
• A bag
• Plastic utensils, mostly dirty forks
• A lock with the combo written on the back
• A CD of unknown origin
• An empty battery pack
• The batteries that went in the pack
• The insides of a Pokemon Gameboy Game
• A football ticket
• A sign I wrote last semester that said 'Gone bloodin'', from when I went to give blood
• And a mini marshmallow

Then there's...

The Locker Door

• A picture of Mitch that Jared edited with text saying 'I'm Happy. Really.'
• Jared's first note for missing class that he could write, saying that he opened his locker and was sucked into a temporal distortion sending him an hour and a half into the future. Just enough time to miss class
• Jared's Data Management mark
• My Dilbert Calender
• GNU's Not Unix. See if you get it, it was written in there
• A pic of a guy saying to a little girl 'I bet you wish I was wearing pants, so you wouldn't have to see my flaccid penis'
• A picture of David Magnus. Mmmm...Dave....
• A word-magnet of the word 'light'
• A sheet documenting Jared's absences from class
• GEEKMAN!
• Peace, Love, and Linux
• And something for a Funeral that Jared found.

Sweetness.

Long stuff, eh?

Right, so I took what I figured I wanted, and stuffed it into a garbage bag to head home.

On the bus, I had a discussion of my plans in life with my bus driver. More accurately, my moving out and thus not being on the bus anymore. Apparently, one of her kids lived with her 'til he was thirty. Eugh. That'd drive me nuts.

Then I was home. Cartoons and junk. Then I was getting ready for youth group, happened to check my email first, and found out that Andrew couldn't make it. At six, he realized that his front left tire was flat, and couldn't come down. So I hung around on-line, read webcomics, and spoke to Alyssa and Jared, then probably did something else.

Watched a couple movies tonight. King Arthur is pretty sweet. Actually, it's on again. I'ma go watch it some more. I missed the first bit last time.

So...No zombie post tonight. But I promise I'll give you an extra-special zombie post tomorrow night, with a bit of insight into what the zombies are doing around town. ;)

Until next time,
I care not for your special sauce.
~Kataron

Useless

ARGH!

That's just fucking wrong. How dare you?

Batman is NOT supposed to be a comedy. You bastards. I'll see you in hell, Joel Schumacher.

Sorry, Batman and Robin is on. And dear lord, is it ever pissing me off.

Okay, to begin, it starts with them suiting up. I did NOT need to see crotch and ass shots of Batman and Robin, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I mean, dear fucking lord.

And their costumes! What the fucking hell?! WHY DO THEIR COSTUMES HAVE NIPPLES ON THEM?!?!?! WHY?! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

And the stupidity of the story...It's clearly meant to be a comedy. Over the top on purpose. But that's not what Batman is supposed to be! Batman's parents were killed, he's on a mission of revenge, he's not there to make you laugh, you bastards.

In the beginning, Mr. Freeze comes out and freezes up a museum.

They go there to kick his ass. He's frozen everything. They've never fought Freeze before. They didn't even find out that he'd frozen everything until they were already on their way. Yet...They both have footwear that can make skate blades snap out at will. The hell?! And how did Freeze get all those minions anyway? And here's the big question...How the FUCK did he get a giant fucking missile INSIDE the museum? And I mean it's not just sitting there, he set it up when he got there, it's the kind that comes out of the floor and shit. In a fucking museum.

You bastards. You die.

But I'm done bitching about how shitty this shitty shitty shitty movie is.

I've heard great things about the new one. So I'm going to go see it. Probably a few times.

Yeah.

So, I worked today. No, really. I worked. I went. To work. With my dad. I made fifty bucks. And I didn't even do that much.

But damned if this scout camp isn't the most beautiful place I've ever seen. I'm going back to help my dad more on Monday, I'm going to bring my webcam and take some pics. I'll probably put some up on here. And yeah, I still intend to put some of the pics of the last day up here. I'm just very very very lazy, and things always distract me or make me not care enough to put them up.

Yep.

You know what pisses me off, folks? When people tell me to shut up. Especially on MSN. Because then I do it. Once I've been told to shut up, unless it's clearly joking with a ':p' or something, I will not talk to that person at all until they speak to me first, and acknowledge it. So yeah. There are certain people right now that I'm not talking to because they told me to shut up. Yeah. Quite often, I just block people when they tell me to. It's not a particularly good system, but it works for me. But anyways.

I've been seeing bits of news from that...Live 8 thing or whatever the fuck it is. I talked to my mom about it. A concert to spread information about poverty or some shit like that. And the big thing about it was that it was supposed to be free. And now people have to...pay? What the fuck? That's just dumb. Now I need to kill Jared. Good job. Geez.

Right.

All righty, let's see if we can work this out together.

Batman has gone through THREE Robins.

The first was Dick Grayson. You all know and love/hate him from such movies as Batman Forever, and Batman and Robin. He was Batman's first young male companion. He later became Nightwing, started the Teen Titans, and is pretty freakin' cool.

Then there's Jason Todd. I never met this one. But apparently fans just didn't like him. There was a phone-in poll. People phoned in. And it was voted that HE DIES! So he was beaten to death by Joker. Muahahahahaha.

Then Tim Drake. After Jason's death by the hands of Joker/readers, Batman vowed never to take another young male companion. Not in the Robin sense, anyways. Anyways, Drake was quite the detective. He managed to work out that Batman and Brucey were indeed the same people, and badgered him until he let him become the next Robin. Yeah.

But here's where things get confusing. Drake apparently also had a stint with the Teen Titans, when DC decided they wanted to remake the Titans a while back. They wanted to form it with some of the original-type members, so they stuck Robin in there. But...Drake? That's what I gathered. Confusing.

GOD DAMMIT, NO! Mr. Freeze's goddamn gun should NOT cock. There is nothing TO cock on that gun. So why the fuck do I hear a shotgun cocking sound every goddamn time he goes to use it?! You really are a bastard, Schumacher.

But...The suiting up and close-up shots of Batgirl, I don't mind in the least. Yeah, baby.

This movie is SO cheesy. Poison Ivy just yelled 'Curses!' before she got eated. Gah.

But yeah. No zombie post tonight because not enough people commented on last night's. I know, I hadn't done any for a couple days, so I'm giving people a chance to post something and try to get in. Because once people that don't have player characters have commented, the genericter will be killed off. And then people won't get the chance to play unless they request a player character from me OUTSIDE of the post. There will be a zombie post tomorrow night.

And I take this moment to remind you that once you have a player character, you must comment to every zombie post. If I'm not feeling too distracted, that will be once every twenty-four hours. Anybody that doesn't comment will be eaten or have something very bad happen to them in the next post. Not only will your character suffer, but the rest of your party will suffer as well. If you cannot post, because your schedule prevents it, then tell me. If you do so, then you shall be spared from my wrath. Otherwise, fuck you.

Yep.

We have a saying in my family. Regarding heights.

Don't fall.

But if you do, turn your head to the left on the way down. It's a lovely view.

Said by both my father and grandfather, and maybe even before then, but I don't really know.

Anyways, this lame-ass excuse for a movie is about to end, so this post ends with it. I shall be at school tomorrow, for those who care, and I shall be wired. WIRED, I SAY!

Until next time,
All too often, things are not what they appear to be. People don't often tell the truth. They often mislead you. Don't trust what you are shown. And above all else, don't cross Nate.
~Kataron

Zombies. Again. FINALLY!

Right, sorry about how long this new zombie post took to get up. I shall try to keep them more regular from now on, I've just had some shit to deal with. Anyways, zombies.

We left off with Nate leading the genericter across town to a store. Once they reached the store, they encountered Jared and Ryan. They are trying to get into the store. Jared said something. I don't care to look at what it was. Caught up? Good.

I nod in response to whatever greeting you made.

"I assume you're trying to get into that establishment. Don't you see the sign? Closed. That means they have the locks in place and the windows protected, all that neat shit. If you want in, I'd suggest an alternate entrance."

I then move towards the side of the building, looking for a way in. I gesture vaguely for you to follow, but don't put much thought into it. Soon enough, we come to a large door that appears to be covered and sealed.

"Hand me your screwdriver, will you?" I say as I take the screwdriver from Jared's hand without waiting for a response.

I quickly unscrew most of what's keeping the door closed, then kick it hard with my foot. It falls down with a loud thud. I enter, gesturing again for you to follow, and handing back the screwdriver.

Behind the door is a small hallway, with an exit of the building leading to the right, and the entrance to the convenience store to the left. Inside the convenience store is what all convenience stores have. Lots of unhealthy food and beverages. Good stuff.

There, convenience. Knock yourselves out, players. Stock up on all the good stuff, but I swear to the Gods, if you try to get Pepsi, I'll have zombies all over your ass so fast you won't be able to say "OH GOD THE ZOMBIES!". And for the love of God, Jared and Ryan, POST!

Untitled

Yeah. I'm gonna try to give this a little more details than last night's post.

But I was given a particularly bad piece of news last night. Unfortunately, that's not for your ears. At least, not yet. But things with Alyssa are over. I mean, we hadn't been dating or anything, but now that's never going to get a chance to happen.

And I realized today just how much she reminds me of...the bitch. I mean, she'd always reminded me of her. Same taste in music, that sort of thing. Personality-wise and such.

But today, she said something. And damned if I hadn't heard nearly an identical statement from the bitch. Apparently, I remind both of them of their fathers. Which is, of course, a bad thing.

But I don't really want to talk about this specific topic right now. I still need to think more about it. She still wants to be friends, though I'm uncertain how well that's going to work. But we'll see.

Yeah.

So, run-down.

I was feeling rather irritable this morning. On the way to the bus stop, Eric said my name, so I smacked him in the head with my notebook. I didn't talk much on the bus. At all, even. Just sat there listening to my music.

When I got to school, I returned my textbook and told my teacher that I wasn't going to go to the exam. It didn't matter, I would have failed the course even if I got perfect on the exam. So I just hung around in the caf and got wired off my ass. I also swore at some people. Played some cards. It was enjoyable.

I drank an awful lot of Coke today, though. Quite a bit. I bought an 18-pack today, with the intend of drinking it all or most of it by the end of the day. I drank most of it. Good times. I got wired enough to forget that I had troubles. Drinking away my sorrows. Yep. I'm pretty pathetic.

The programming exam was pretty easy. I got 43/50 on the multiple choice and true or false, but I screwed up on the short answers. Oh well. I ended up playing solitaire for half an hour at the end. And I never won a single goddamn game. I'd always get to that point where nothing more can happen. Bastard cards.

Then wandering and garbage-hunting.

What I found was...

• Crepe paper. Orange. Seems to be a full roll.
• Coat hanger. Metal, white. Very good as a tool to rummage through garbage cans.
• Two hooker-boots. Jared took the right one, I took the left one.
• One scarf. Fuzzy.

Good stuff. We also saw three backpacks, numerous binders, notes, and three shoes.

Two of the shoes were part of a pair. One was alone. Where is it's mate? WHERE?! That poor, poor, lonely shoe...

I'm very distracted right now, so I'm just going to end this.

Until next time,
I'll be back, fuckers. I'll be back.
~Kataron

Mad World

Fuck it.

And fuck you.

Do The Bearcat

Soooo...It's done. Last day of grade 12. There are some people that I may never see after today. Well, I guess there's that commencement stuff next year, but I don't really care. And that's IF I technically graduate. Damn English.

Yeah...

There'll probably be more about that later, when it's actually sunk in.

Run-down:

Morning sucked. As usual. But it's the last one. WOOHOO! No more feeling like shit for undisclosed reasons! I hope! But we'll see. Bought an 18-pack of Coke.

Then Calculus. I didn't really do much this period. But Ms. Tremblay made fudge. FUDGE! It was GREAT. I drank a lot of syrup. It was grand.

Then second. The last second-period meeting of Team Lightning Magnificient. I shall truly miss meeting with the gang during that spare. Big Snake. Hung Far Lo. Dick Van Dyke. Man Hammer a.k.a. Teh G-Spot.

Aaaaaand I'm done with the run-down.

I took a bunch of pictures, too, but I don't feel like posting them right now.

Because I just got yet another fucking lecture.

I CANNOT STAND ARGUING WITH MY DAD. He doesn't have a fucking clue. He doesn't know what he's talking about at all.

How DARE he lecture me about my fucking grades? HOW DARE HE?! He dropped out of high school. That right there eliminates any thought I would give his advice. I don't fucking care what he says about it. I honestly just don't care.

I swear to God, he doesn't even LISTEN to what I say. Well, to be more accurate, he listens just enough so that he can come back with shitty fucking rebuttals to whatever I say.

Honestly, he's a complete fucking moron. At least my mom knows a thing or two about what she's talking about.

I don't see how my grades affect them in the least. Could somebody please explain that to me? Why does it matter if I fail Calculus? How does that affect them? I'm coming back and taking it again next year. It doesn't matter in the least. It doesn't affect them in any way, shape, or form.

I understand that if I fuck something up, I'm going to face the consequences. I've picked up on that. I don't expect or want their help when dealing with the consequences. The sooner they pick up on that, the sooner we can move on.

This is my life. I'm going to live it the way I want to. If this means I fail a course and have to come back and redo it, then so be it. That's my problem. That's not their problem. I shall deal with it.

I'm willing to face the consequences and not come whining back to them when it's not pleasant. I just wish they'd fucking let me live my life the way I want.

I can't wait until I've moved out, and I can actually do things the way I want. No more of their shit.

Fuck it, I'm done with this for the night. I apologize for the angry post, but I just couldn't help it. I'll try to have a better one up tomorrow, and a zombie one. I had INTENDED to do a zombie post tonight, but then my parents bitched at my for half an hour about shit that doesn't affect them. At one point, my dad said to my mom that I'm just going to keep fucking up. Great, then just let me. Let me fuck up all I want, then I'll deal with what happens because of it.

But you have no right to tell me how to go about my education.

Tell you what, DAD....I'll do every goddamn thing you tell me to about my education. As soon as you've shown me a nice purty high school diploma with your name on it. Sounds fair to me.

Aaaaaand fuck it, I'm going to bed.

Until next time,
Why can't I feel like people actually care about me?
~Kataron

Speed Over Beethoven

Yeah...I fuckin' give up.

I append that...WE give up. We can't finish that fucking project. But I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?

Right...So, I woke up on Saturday realizing that my brother and his incompetent friend had gone to a birthday party. So I did whatever it is that I do on Saturdays when there's nothing else to do. I hung around on-line.

Oh, but I did find out that people will PAY you to do their homework. Fuckin' sweet deal. Especially when the topic interests you anyways. Especially when you get to PICK the topic. Booyah. Monies. Anyways, yeah. I'll be picking up forty bucks for that, but I shan't leave a name on here, evidence and the like. Yep. I'm going to use the money to go see Batman Begins. ^_^ And it was only like...two pages, lol. Took me a couple hours to do though, research and such. Plus I got to help a friend. Yeah. Just to seem like I'm not completely motivated by greed. I am, though. Don't be fooled.

I feel like dancing. This has a lot to do with the fact that I just downloaded four Dance Dance Revolution remixes and have a bunch more queued. Booyah.

Anyways, I hung around at home all day. Working on stuff and the like. For a while, I was left home alone. I just kinda wandered around my house talking to myself for a while. Not much different from usual. Ate food, read old CAD comics, and things like that. Then I packed up and began to head over to Mitch's.

On the way, I ran into Jared. That is to say, Jared and his mother, in her car, saw me, and honked at me. I, of course, had very loud music playing and did not hear the honking. Yeah. They gave me a ride the rest of the way. Then we set about solving our first problem. The fact that the only workable computer was Mitch's, and the two others didn't work. With one, the hard drive was fucked. With the other, the fan for the CPU was dead. We only ended up being able to fix the hard drive problem, so I didn't have a computer for the entire evening. But that was okay. While Jared installed Windows 98, Mitch played a little Battlefield 2. Freakin' sweet game.

This is where the evening gets odd. Eventually, Jared got 98 installed and we tried working, but the images didn't work. At some point, we got word that Ben was coming over earlier than expected. About eight hours earlier. So we played more BF2 while we waited. Well, Mitch did. We watched. I was feeling somewhat hostile from all of the CAD I had read during the day, so I was insulting people a lot. It's somewhat amusing to use racial slurs on people that aren't of that race. As long as you're not being serious, of course. Then it dawned on me that I didn't know a single racial slur for Mexicans, and that's who Mitch was fighting in the game. So the only logical solution was for Jared to find some on-line. He found an entire racial slur database. It was fucking hilarious. He was reading them out and I was just sitting there laughing my ass off. There were some that just went too far, and they weren't funny. But some were just hilarious. And others, just stupid.

I can't wait to see Andy again at the next LAN :p I'm gonna try to get everybody to call him 'Rod'. 'cause he's Polish. Pole. Rod. Get it? Well, I found it fucking hilarious. Yep.

Note: I'm not actually a racist. It was all in good fun. Heheheheheh...Fucking hilarious.

When Ben got there, he was on the floor for a few minutes laughing his ass off about...You know, I'm not actually sure what he laughing at. It amused me, though. He set up his computer, and we kept trying to work.

We got sidetracked a few times, watched some SNL Celebrity Jeapordy, and eventually went to bed around six or so. I had bitch at Ben and Jared a few times, they were up rather late while Ben was playing a rather loud game. I could hear machine guns even with my headphones on and music playing. Yeah.

We woke up around...Noon? Went bac to work programming. This continued for a while. I went for a junk food run to the store, came back with two bags of crunchy cheesies. Fuck yeah. Motherfucker loves Cheetos. Bonus points to those that get the reference! Jared, I know you do, don't comment and give it away.

More programming. Had a few breakthroughs. Then we realized how FUCKED we were. And we said 'Hey, fuck it. We're fucked. Fucking fucking fuck fuck.' but maybe that's just me paraphrasing. Then we watched more celebrity jeapordy. Good times. I also had a bit of interesting chatting with people. Whenever Ben or Jared got up, I'd steal their computer and talk to people. I think I told three or four people on Ben's MSN 'I love you', and 'Let us dance'. Not sure why. It amused me. And in all but one case, I had no idea who the person was. Fun. I also stole Jared's MSN and talked to Tamara for a bit. I think Ben and I confused and/or scared her. Good stuff.

Then I came home.

Then I was home. Then I hung out on-line for a while, chatted, then dinner. Then more chatting, then bathing. More chatting.

I REALLY like the book I'm reading right now. The Redemption of Althalus. Fucking SWEET book.

Yeah. I'm kinda wired right now. But I need to be to stay up, what with the whole not-much-sleep thing. What little sleep I got was frequently interrupted by the fact that I can't seem to ever get a good night's sleep. I don't wake up for reasons, I just wake up. Blargh.

'kay, so about programming...

We were simply not taught enough to do a project like this. We simply have not been taught enough, PERIOD. Mitch raised an interesting point today, he said that we should have spent a while simply learning how to read the help files in Java. Because honestly, they're very fucking confusing. And even when you search for stuff, it often expects you to have some base knowledge of Java that you could very easily not possess.

We did not cover graphics at all, either. Well, we covered how to make a few fucking shapes using applets. Big fucking whoop. Glarghgafdsjtewkjfsd.

Fucking pisses me off. Yeah, look at how much Jared knows from LAST YEAR with Mr. Wynen. He did stuff. He made us write programs, collected them for marks. Now it's all based on a couple tests, a couple programs, and this monster final project that we're entirely unprepared for. Oh, and the final exam. The one where we're expected to remember the shit that we were supposedly taught throughout the semester. I tells you, it's all fucking commie bullshit.

I know jack fucking shit about Java. I'd have no chance of passing whatsoever if not for Jared, and the things he learned LAST year.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Anger! Frustration! And other such emotions.

But...It's all over now...Right?

Tomorrow's the last day. How should I feel about that?

Well, I certainly won't miss the mornings. Goddamn before class always sucks ass. I always get depressed, recently. Not pleasant. But now that shall come to an end! Fuck yeah, bitches.

I'll miss Calculus...I don't care if I am failing, I enjoyed that class. Good people, good teacher. Good times.

I am most definately going to miss my second period spare. Team Lightning Magnificient...Thank the GODS I dropped English. I didn't even know how miserable I was with the class until I dropped it. Let's see how many courses I can drop next year and hang out with people in! :D But Team Lightning Magnificient, I shall truly miss you. And...

TANGENT!

Chickens are EVIL. You must do your part and EAT THEM. If you don't, they're going to take over the world! It's just that simple. You must eat them. Don't you think they'd eat you if they had the chance? No? YOU'RE WRONG! YOU'RE FUCKING WRONG! So VERY wrong. Chickens are the tasty, tasty spawn of Satan. If you give them the chance, those fuckers will PECK YOUR FUCKING EYES OUT! Don't get too close. They are eeeeeeevil. And for the love of God, never trust anybody in a chicken suit! They could be...ONE OF THEM.

Chickens. Evil. Eat them before they eat you.

Amen.

END OF TANGENT!

I'm also going to miss programming, I guess. Not that I learned anything in that class.

Lunch...Well, next year there'll be common lunch...So I'll miss my lunch.

You crossed the line, Coffey. You bastard. You'll rue the day you crossed me.

And dear lord. I have a friend that thinks that in the SNL Celebrity Jeapordy thing, Sean Connery says 'You'll RULE the day you crossed me, Trebek'. It's CLEARLY rue. He thinks that because he has some shitty-ass fake script that he knows what they said. I pity both him for believing that, and whoever wrote the fake script. Yeah. Rue. Geez.

Sorry, another tangent there.

Yeah, fuck you Coffey.

I'll also miss my last period spare. I had some good times here. Kate and I hung out a lot. Yep. She's going off to university, so I won't see her so much. Plus I deleted her on MSN a while back 'cause she was being an annoying bitch. :)

It's been a good semester. Unfortunately, I remember jack shit about first semester, so I find it difficult to compare. I don't even remember what classes I had...I remember Comm. Tech. That's it. Oh...Wait...'ologies. But what were first and second? Hrm...Yeah, I don't even know. OH WAIT! Data Management was second. So...What was first? No wait, Comm. Tech was first. So what was last, then? No, that was 'ologies...Shit, what was third? OH YEAH! Physics. Man, that was WAY too hard to remember.

I'm clearly very tired.

And because of that, there's no zombie post tonight.

And also because right now, as I write this, though Ryan and Jared have indeed posted their character information, neither of them have actually REPLIED TO WHAT I SAID.

Ya bastards.

Ah yes, another point of interest. I intend to bring my webcam to school tomorrow and take pics of the last day. Should be interesting. Though it will probably degenerate to me taking pictures of my crotch. Heheheh...Crotch.

So, a bunch of people I know are just about done high school. Not coming back. I'm coming back, so yeah. I'm mostly indifferent to people that are leaving. I mean, yeah, I've gone to school with these people since forever. But I was just going to forget about them anyways, right? What's a year? Jared seems sad that the group of females is leaving, but I mostly just don't care. I wouldn't go so far as to say that I'm friends with them. Well, Beth, I guess I'd say I'm friends with Beth, but just her. Okay, and Kate. The others, I'm indifferent to. It's not that I don't like them or anything, but yeah. I just...Don't really care that they're leaving. I mean, when do I hang out with them? Lunch, because Jared does, and I'm a sheep. So yeah. Everyone's moving on to bigger and better things. I'll just stay here. Enjoy yourselves.

Now, what else needs to be discussed?

Ah, so NOW Jared's posted an actual reply to me. But I'm too goddamn tired to do a zombie post tonight.

Okay...On a playlist with...*checks* 707 songs, it should never come to it that the next song on the list is played. Not making sense? When shuffle is on, it should NEVER just go to the next song. That's ungodly. But it just did.

I am very fucking tired. I don't even know why I'm still writing this.

I'll pay you in cheese. Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese.

W00T! Squidi's back! There was a one-week vacation period, where there was no comics. But it's back. :)

It's back, and....NOOOO!!!!! RUBY! She...No...She...Angry...No...:(

I hereby dedicate this post to the memory of Ruby.

Though, by the fact that the blood is around her neck, I think she might be coming back as a vamp. She...She saved them all. She kicked so much ass. Why? WHY DID SHE DIE?!

DAMN YOU, YOU UNDEAD SONSOFBITCHES!

Wow...All this over the death of a webcomic character. Fuck, I need a life.

My thumbnail broke off. Woe. It looks so odd...:( I miss my stabby nail. It was my longest one.

Wow, you have no fucking life. You read all this shit? Geez, you're fucking pathetic.

But not as pathetic as ME! Now we must fight.

Yeah, fuck this, I'm going to bed.

After this song is over. I DDR'ed to this song. Good times. Up, up, up, up. Right. Down. Good times.

Until next time,
Maybe one day, there won't BE a next time. Think about it.
~Kataron

Parabol

Evenin'. Well, technically mornin'. But still...

Anyways, it's about one in the morning. I'm kind of tired, so this won't be a particularly long entry. For those looking for new zombie stuff, you can all go fuck yourselves. It says so in tonight's zombie posts. You bastards.

Run-down:

My morning sucked. My mornings always suck. I'd like to just forego them completely and start my day at break. Except today, I didn't even enjoy break all that much. Yeah.

I was bitter and angry in second, and I hit some chairs with my cane. I also hit the buddhist. I feel somewhat sorry to the chairs, though. Yeah. Jared managed to SLEEP THROUGH CALCULUS AND SECOND. After he told me the night before that it didn't matter how little he slept, he pretty much always had a normal night after not sleeping or...I dunno, something. It was last night, I'm tired, and I have no memory retention anyways. The point is, he's a bastard. And a moron, too. If you didn't sleep the night before, then you're just fucking asking for it by staying up late, when you're supposed to be going to school the next day. You fucking moron.

Team Lightning Magnificient minus Manhammer checked out the co-op fair thing or whatever the fuck it was. Yeah, it was kind of boring. I got a pen and had a snake on me. Yeah.

Then there was third. Nothing much happened here. Jared showed up, late. Bastard.

Then lunch. Yeah. The beginning of lunch pissed me off something fierce.

Okay, I didn't mention this yet, but I wore my suit today. So at lunch, I'm walking in the quad, looking for Jared. I walk by a table filled with people I do not know. And what do they do? They throw a fucking apple core at me. In fact, more than just the core, there was still a lot of apple on it. But enough gone so that most of the skin was gone, and it was quite wet. Yeah, now I have to get my fucking pants cleaned because they left a mark on them with their fucking apple. And they don't even know me. Those cocksucking assholes. I want to kill every goddamn one of them. But I can't. Because I don't even fucking know who they are.

Honestly, why the fuck would you do that? It's fucking funny to be a complete asshole to somebody you don't know? Have I ever done anything to any of them? Yeah, I want to now. I want to strangle each and every one of those motherfuckers. But I haven't done anything to them before, they had absolutely no reason to do that. If it had not been a large group of them, I probably would have hit some of the shitfuckers with my cane.

Fucking bastards.

Anyways, then I saw Alyssa in the caf, followed her back to her class, and wandered around the school for the rest of lunch.

At the end of lunch, I went to her class to meet her as I tend to do, and walk with her to her next class. When we got to her class, there was a completely different class going into the room. Confused, she and her friend decided to skip. Dave also made such a decision earlier, but for a different reason. So the four of us wandered around, went to 7/11 for slurpees, came back, and hung out for a while. It was really fun.

Then I was home. Last episode of Teen Titans. Chatting on MSN. Actually, MSN was fucking up my conversation, so I switched over to AIM and it worked fine. Interestingly enough. Fucking MSN.

Chatted more, went to youth group. Played Risk. Had the last three people that weren't me decide to make a plan against me. YOU'LL ALL RUE THE DAY, YOU BASTARDS! Zombies will eat your faces.

Then I went and got my webcam. So I have that back now. I took a few pictures tonight. I will not tell you what of. At least two of you already know. But yeah. Fun stuff.

That about sums up my day.

Oh, and apparently, the working thing tomorrow might not be happening. James didn't get enough information from the people, and apparently he's 'sick' and has some english projects due. So it might be being pushed back until sometime during exams. Yeah.

Anyways, I'm tired. And I'm probably going to be up quite late tomorrow night (technically tonight) working on programming stuff at Mitch's, to finish this final project. There may or may not be a blog entry, we'll see. I probably won't have time for a zombie one, though, unless we make some major breakthroughs early on.

Right, that's it, I'm done for the night. I have to dispose of the evidence, and make everything as it was.

Until next time,
I'll kill you while you sleep!
~Kataron

Zombiegasm

Yeah...You know what? Fuck you. If only one person is going to bother to comment, then I am not going to bother writing a new bit to the story. Especially when both of the player characters I introduced haven't even bothered to comment. 'course, Ryan has, but Jared's a bastard.

So...Fuck all of you. Except Ryan, who has commented. Good boy, Ryan.

A Sacrifice

Evenin', folks. If you're looking for new zombie stuff, post below this one. Player Characters, w00t.

Run-down:

I had a shitty morning. I'm not good with mornings, it seems. I also didn't have a particularly good hour or so before I went to bed last night, which made for the shitty morning, but that's a topic I don't want to cover on here.

I got my notebook. Most people in the class didn't seem to realize that I go all over the place with my writing. So all they read was my War Against The Undead. Which is good...If they read my personal thoughts and journal entries, it would not be good at all. I have shit in there that nobody should EVER read. I let Alyssa read an entry or so a couple days ago, and all she really had to say was that I think things that I shouldn't. And it's true.

But anyways, I got my notebook back. And wandered around, after adding a short one-page entry. I didn't really stick to one place for too long, and when I was questioned about what was going on, I just sort of mumbled something and wandered off.

And apparently, I was walking in...Oh, what did she say...An angry way or something. I apparently have different walks. Normal, angry, don't-want-to-talk-about-it. I didn't know this until Kate pointed it out to me today during last, and asked me what had been up in the morning. But yeah. Just thought you should all know. Watch my walks in the future, try to see what kind of mood I'm in from it!

Then Calculus. Test today. So I wrote a story about a dinosaur named Beezu. Go here to find out all the cool details about that, it's what inspired me this morning. Oh, AwesomeLord.

That was my first period.

My day started getting a little better at break. Actually, it improved somewhat drastically. I hung out with Alyssa, Jared, and Autumn.

Then there was second, wherein we had another meeting of Team Lightning Magnificient. I don't really remember what happened here. It was probably the usual, which includes pointing at my crotch, swearing at the Buddhist, thrusting, and making sexual comments.

Then third. More programming. Final project. Still working on it...It's due Monday...Bleh. I think we're all spending a bunch of the weekend over at Mitch's, getting this done. It'll be coding central. Mitch has the AI done, Jared has the networking working, Ben has his images done, now it all has to come together. I've gotten images to work, but getting them to move according to the keyboard is an absolute bitch-whore. If we had done this in applets, it would be way easier, but we just HAD to decide to do this in Swing. Which was a bitch in itself to learn. But I'm confident that with all the guys, we can get this done. I know there are other groups where certain people barely programmed whatsoever.

Anyways, then there was lunch. I spent all of this back behind the stairs on the bottom floor, the ones with the doors to the quad. It was nice and dark there, and I wrote two pages in my notebook about things that have been bugging me.

Then it was last period, and I hung out with Kate. We went to Mary Brown's, Shopper's, and then came back to school. She seems to have recently remembers that she said she was going to buy me lunch sometime, for having taken such good care of her when she was too drunk to stand. So she's going to do that this summer.

Yeah. Then I was home, watched some cartoons, then came on-line.

Actually, MSN doesn't really seem to be working right now. I should have a lot more people on my list, and I can only sign in using Trillian. I have another account that I only use for takling to one person, and I just can't seem to sign into it. I get all sorts of errors. So I assume MSN is fucked for tonight. Which really sucks, there were people I wanted to talk to. There's only three people on my MSN right now. Sigh...

I'm feeling somewhat down right now, but not so down as to end the entry early, like I did with last night's entry. I didn't say anything about ending it early because I was feeling down, but I think I had a few more things I wanted to talk about that I didn't. But it just didn't seem to matter.

I have a few things that the notebook instructs me to rant about, but nothing of great importance.

I will most likely be going to work with James this Saturday, to do landscaping, but my dad has also warned me about this lady. Apparently, she's fucking crazy. And she's bitching at him for taking too long, and costing too much money.

And she didn't even notice when she completely ruined his work. You see, they seem to have a problem with their lawnmowers. They keep breaking. They keep breaking, because these people seem to be incredibly stupid. A lawnmower is going to break if you GO OVER A LARGE PIECE OF FUCKING CEMENT WITH IT. They've broken them a few times by going over things, because they are stupid. Danny, down the street, who fixes stuff like that for a living, won't even fix theirs anymore. But I regress...My dad was working on the cabinet doors. There are fifty of them. And he's got them all set up in the garage, painted and such, doing three coats. So what does the lady do? Why, she parks her lawnmower right in front of the driveway. And does something to it, I'm not entirely sure what, but it sent bits of grass everywhere in the driveway. All over the paint. Meaning that my dad had to start all over again. And she didn't even notice. I probably would have yelled at her.

Anyways, I've been warned about them. Also, my dad's been talking to me about a job of his at a scout camp. Apparently, it's REALLY nice down there. Either working with him or working with James will be getting me ten bucks an hour, so huzzah. Monies.

I also talked to my dad a little more about moving out. But I won't really go into that. We've discussed it a few times, he and I.

Hrm...There's not really that much else I want to talk about tonight. Well, not on here, anyways. If certain...People were on, perhaps.

Sigh, and I barely even got a chance to talk to her today. I wish I could at least have the opportunity to say goodnight. I could always technically send an email, but that would probably be read well after the sleeping, thus making it rather pointless. If you stumble upon this blog before you sleep, goodnight. That'll have to do.

I think I'm gonna go sleep now.

Until next time,
If only...
~Kataron

ZombieTASTIC

Right. I'm here. I'm ready. And I've got TWO player characters ready for you tonight.

The first belongs to.....Ryan!

*holds for applause*

Okay, so maybe only Ryan will applaud to that. The second character is...

*drum roll*

Umm...I dunno, Jared. Yeah, sure. Jared.

So Ryan and Jared are the new player characters. Meaning you have both lost control over the generic character. Or the genericter. But that sounds lame. I shall introduce your characters in my own way, tonight.

So let's get right on this now, shall we?

I don't particularly feel like going over the most recent comments by you guys, so I'll just jump ahead.

~~~

I nod at you slightly, accepting whatever gifts you may or may not offer me without a word.

"The first thing we're going to need is transportation. I'm going to assume that you either don't have a car, or that it's broken, otherwise you'd probably be on your way by now. So we need to find transporation. And weapons. And perhaps if we could pick anybody up on the way, more people means more people to watch our backs, means that we have less of a chance of getting killed. But first, I'd like to get something that can stop one of these things. Come with me, I know a place."

OOC: I'm kinda leading us away here, and controlling the genericter, but it needs to be done if we're to introduce the TWO player characters tonight.

I look back towards the house, be it in flames, exploded, or filled with zombies, and shake my head. I move towards the back fence and lift one of the boards, ushering you through the newfound path.

"There aren't any through here, I checked. Plus, it's rather dark. Keep an eye, out, though. You never know."

I lead you through the backyard that lies behind the fence. It's dark, the lights in the house off. No automatic lights. I walk quickly, not bothering to say much, unless it is of importance.

"It's still somewhat early in the night. We'll lose the little light we have soon, but once it's daylight, it should be a lot easier to avoid these things. They don't roam the streets as much during the day. I'd go so far as to say they're nocturnal, but they're not. I've seen them out in the day. The light seems to bother them, though. They don't function as well. So our first task is to gather supplies, get a ride, and survive until morning."

OOC: I fucking love Diggstown. I know, completely unrelated to zombies...But it's on, and it's a good movie.

I lead you past the house and to the street on the other side. We turn right, and continue walking at a quick pace. A short scream sounds behind us, but off in the distance. Not an immediate threat. We turn shortly, and go onto the main street. There are a few figures off in the distance, but they don't seem to notice you. There is no traffic on this night, none at all. A streetlight nearby flickers on and off in an incredibly disconcerting way.

I pause, and look around, as if deciding where to go. After a moment, I point down to the left.

"This way. There's a convenience store right near here, and they probably have a gun or something on hand, plus some supplies."

I continue leading the way, ignoring any questions that you ask. At one point, I pull you aside quickly and duck behind a building, forcing you to do the same. Your view is obscured, but you see something move very fast along the street. I wait and count silently, then slowly get up and lead out back out to the street.

"It's not far now."

I keep leading you down the street, and we soon come across a convenience store. The lights are off inside, but some of the neon advertisements are still going, and they show two figures in front of the store, trying to get in. I crouch and walk slowly, but the two figures don't look like zombies. I make a loud noise, and both figures move to hide. I stand and speak in a normal tone.

"Relax. We're all friends here. Perhaps my companion and I could help you get in there."

I step towards you, arms held out to show that I'm not carrying any weapons or otherwise threatening items.

"I'm Nate."

~~~

Right. People without player characters can still suggest movements for him, but the two player characters cannot. They MUST introduce their characters at the begining of their posts. Preferably with a short history, just so we know what's what, and stats. The stats are as followed, with two additions after last night:

Strength
Intelligence
Wisdom
Dexterity
Constitution
Charisma (this wasn't mentioned before. It's the looks, which can affect your interactions with NPC's)
Agility
Accuracy
Paranoia (this wasn't mentioned either. This increases your chance to spot zombies before they get to you)
Luck
l33t

And there we are. To prevent anything from getting unbalanced, you only start with five skill points to invest. And to start, you can invest no more than three in a single skill. I know, it sounds kinda bad. But think of it this way: You're just starting out. You're level one. I'm not going to pit you against anything like a dozen smart zombies, so don't worry. I will give you more skill points later on. Many more. But for now, it's all dice.

This is it for zombies tonight.

Enjoy.

Cry In Sorrow

Howdy. Yeah, this is coming AFTER the zombie post. But I did most of that way earlier. Yeah.

So, run-down.

First thing in the morning, I got me some Coke. Then I wandered a bit, hung around for a while, and yeah. I heard a bit of lesbian sister erotica. Or as I decided to call it, sisterotica. It was...Interesting, to say the least. Very odd. Disturbing. Oh, and Rachel gave me the dress. Yeah.

Then...Calculus. It was one big question...I kinda spaced out.

Then break, which involved hanging around.

Second, the daily meeting of Team Lightning Magnificient. It was interesting. Lots of sexual innuendos and crotch-pointing. Oh, and we all have our names. I'm going to copy what Rion said about them on his blog of fire.

The Big Snake (a.k.a. Rion): With the power of foolish speech, coupled with unmatched use of innuendos.

Man Hammer (a.k.a. Jared; a.k.a. Teh G-spot): The techie of the crew, he creates the nifty gadgets.

Hung Far Lo (a.k.a. Dave): The master Robot dancer and uber-gamer. The know-all of Piracy.

Dick Van Dyke (a.k.a. Wyatt): L33t haxor and 8-bit Martial Arts extraordinaire.

& Nate (a.k.a. ...no, just Nate): Fast-talking, smooth-walking, horniest member of the crew.

Yep. I'm the horniest member of the crew. Booyah.

At some point, Jared and Dave went to 7/11, and Ryan and I stayed behind to man the fort. Assuming, of course, that there's a fort of some variety. Yes.

Then there was programming. Goddamn Key Listeners. Whenever we thought we found something, it came up a bust. Mitch found something that looked great, then we found out it was JavaSCRIPT. Bah. Then we asked for Mr. Kaune's help, and he directed us to a website that we already had, and were trying to figure it out off of.

Jared, Mitch and myself spent all of lunch in the computer lab trying to fix it. That is to say, I mostly just watched. Jared and Mitch, especially Jared, know more about Java than I do. And they still couldn't get it to work.

Then last period. Hung out with Kate. Bought bread. Yeah.

I...Am going to end this now. God, I wish I had my notebook.

Until next time,
There's never anything I can do.
~Kataron

Are you SURE you're not a zombie?

Righty-o. I'm working on this post way earlier than normal, 'cause I have a lot to talk about.

Right, I'd like to talk about Player Characters. You know, the ones that you'll be controlling instead of this generic one, that you don't have as much control over? Yeah, those ones.

The big thing about these guys is the introduction of stats. So I figure I should outline all of the stats for you.

Unfortunately, my notebook is upstairs, so I'm doing them from memory.

Right, so let's do this thang. But first, I have to apologize for the use of the word 'thang'.

Strength:
This should be self-explanatory. It increases your chance of being able to smash something, or beat something, or lift something, things like that. Which is good, usually. You need people that can do the muscle-work, 'cause I sure as hell can't.

Dexterity:
This skill increases your chance of successfully crafting weapons. Or fixing weapons. Or using certain tricky weapons. And possibly setting traps and the like. They all require for masterful hand movements. Especially in constructing specialty weapons, like...Oh, I don't know, a Dave-Bomb?

Luck:
Another important stat. This gives you a better chance of finding certain items, or doing other lucky feats. Anything that you think relies mostly on luck will be affected by this.

Intelligence:
This stat is your zombie-knowledge. This comes from seeing zombie movies, reading articles, and just general knowledge. Knowing your enemy is a very important step in fighting them. Weaknesses, strengths, all those sorts of things are included here.

Wisdom:
This stat differs greatly from intelligence. Whereas intelligence is your zombieowledge, this stat affects what you know about your surroundings. Whether there's any stores nearby, where you might find certain items, things like that. This is a lot of where Nate's skills lie, as he must be the person that knows what's what. For now.

Oh, crapanus. I think I left my notebook in programming. This means that not only do others have a chance of reading my innermost thoughts, and insuring that they must die, but also means that I must do the rest of these completely out of memory. Argh...

Agility:
This stat increases your chances of accomplishing certain moves. Dodging, running, climbing over fences. Things like that. A good stat to have if you plan on running away a lot.

l33t:
This stat is a strange one. Firstly, it governs your skill with a computer. It also governs certain...Incredible deeds that you might perform. Because of the risk that people might abuse this, I will be putting a limit on it, and there will probably be some pelanties, but performing well at this stat might let you...I dunno, do some cool Matrix-y thing and kick some ass.

Accuracy:
This stat is another self-explanatory one. This controls how well you can aim your weapon. Any weapon, be it a baseball bat or an axe, to a pistol or a rifle. And yes, it also covers throwing weapons like the Dave-Bomb. This stat can mean the difference between shooting a zombie and shooting a team-mate.

Constitution:
This stat gives you heath bonuses. It's not really for rolls, but any extra points that you don't invest into other stats can be put here for some extra health.

What's that? You didn't know there'd be health in this? Oh, yes. A game isn't a game without health and mana. Although, instead of mana, there will be energy, which will be expent doing generic things, running from zombies, fightning zombies, dancing. Then, when it's gone, you have to rest. Ummm....Are there any more stats...? Rion, if you remember any that I have left out, comment, and I shall edit this post to perfection.

First, let's outline MY player character. And it should be noted, you will not have stats this high. This is for me and me alone, as the story-teller and the person to tell you where to go and such.

Strength: 0
Wisdom: 20
Intelligence: 20
Consititution: 0
Dexterity: 0
Accuracy: 0
l33t: 0
Agility: 0
Luck: 0

I apologize if the formatting is off there, but I'm fucking lazy.

I am the guy that knows what must be known. But if it were a stat, I would also have a 20 in mysteriousness! For I am the mysterious guy that will not really reveal anything about his past, the guy that knows where all the store are, what to do with things. But since I'm so myterious, I won't always share my information. HAHAHAHA!

Nobody else will be able to have anything anywhere NEAR 20's in stats. The max I'd let you have is four or five. It's purely bonuses to the rolls.

But yeah. That's me. For now, anyways.

Ummm...Okay, this is kind of bad, but I'm not doing an additional zombie post tonight. I'm still working out the bugs in the player character system. I'll have a good long one for you tomorrow, and I'll introduce not one, but TWO player characters.

Also, anybody that wants to post but isn't sure how to get into the story, just do it! You can even go back and redo other zombie bits that have been done. Please, I want as many people as possible involved in this. JOIN!

Anyways, I'm done with this for the night. Two player characters tomorrow, I promise. And sorry guys, about the lack of story tonight.

Lucy In The Sky With Zombies

Here we are again, folks, for another evening of zombies, explosions and mysteriously sexy figures skulking around the backyard.

Let's get right to it:

Rion:

God! The light! I hold up my arms to shield my eyes whilst they adjust. No worries, i am watching my steps and try to stay very still, not because I think that zombies can only see motion. I am just standing still while I soil myself. I remove my shirt, as I do not plan on carrying these things in my hands like I did in the house.

Hmmm, well, if they wanted to see me, they can now. So I don't bother to be discrete. "Help!!! Anyone? What about you?" I yell towards you, as I caught a glimpse of your movement. Since, the zombies are struggling with the bathroom door, I busy myself with finding a drainpipe/tree that I can get to the ground with. Otherwise I jump and hope for the best, with my gear tyed up well that is. I figure that the door will hold them long enough for me to get to the cover of darkness. I run shirtless toward the back of the yard and the fence, trying to get YOUR attention.

Make note that my soiled pants are on the roof in an attempt at a confusion tactic. So I am running in my scivvies.

(after other comment:)

Correct, Gregory. 'Tis rectified. My scivvies are atop the roof, and I am going commando; I feel as if I have been freed, leaving those shackles behind. Now will you talk to me, Nate?

Me:

Oh, you sick bastard. You're...You're not wearing...You're...AHHHHH!!!! If I wasn't trying to be fair to everybody, you'd be SWARMING with zombies right now. But fine. Be naked. But I swear to God, if we don't get you something to wear, I'll kill you myself.

Since the zombies are still upstairs, you manage to get down and come towards me. I'm absolutely horrified that you're not wearing clothes, and throw you my jacket.

"Put that on or stay the hell away from me. Preferably, tie it around your waist. I don't want to see that."

I wait for you to comply.

*continued at end of post*

Greg:

Dang! I realise I forgot my cool coat in my bedroom in my panic. Friggin' zombies better not touch it! Dang! Forgot about the auto-light (I don't have one where I *actually* live! Jerk!)

I see you skulking in the corner, and, as you say, realise you're some other kind of freak than a zombie ;) so I bolt to your location in the shadows. I ask you if you have any idea what's going on, and who else might be around. I show you that I have a bat, gun, and pot for defensive purposes, Coke, cheese, and matches (and the pot) for possible food needs, and matches and the spray cans for fire/defense. I inquire whether you have any useful tools.

I suggest we make our way to a hardware store to aquire more equipment.

Nate:

Sucks to your lack of auto-light. AND your coat. I watch as you show me your weapons and supplies, and nod.

Bah, nothing particularly special here, no nudity or the like. It can all be covered...

*at the end of the post*

Jared:

I was hanging onto the edge of the fence as the house exploded and was immediately impacted by the surge of air and knocked down to the ground. I kneel there, breathing heavily and staring at the smouldering remains of what was once my house.

When I see movement out of the corner of my eye, I fall to the opposite side and onto my back, in panic, thinking that it is a zombie. Instead, I find a normal human (or seemingly so) and attempt to get to my feet.

I explain to this person what happened, and why the house just blew up, and show him what supplies I still have with me. I then give him the pistol, because as I am out of gun powder he may have a better use for it than I (perhaps he will find powder himself, while I still have my makeshift flamethrower).

I watch the rubble of my home smoke and crackle as I ask this new comrade for his name, and perhaps a plan.

THE NATE:

I give you back your pistol, not wanting this to be different than any other story-lines. I listen to your story, nod at the appropriate times, and watch the house burn. The zombies blowed up good.

*CONTINUED AT END*

Davey:

I jump from the small landing into the center of the back yard. I see a Nate-like figure and I draw my bat. *hopes for baseball/confedence roll* and feel fairly certain that I can take on what I believe is one zombie. I stand where I am more afraid of the Natelike than anything else.

The darkness of night combined with teh stealth of your movements make me lose you, so I immidiatly go down on a knee with my supplies and construct a Dave-bomb. Somewhat-flamable liquid into a sammich bag in my right hand for throwing and covering victem in fire juice, and I have matches in my left which in case of a Dave-bomb throw, I put the head of the match sammiched inbetween the striker and my right thumb ready to fling so that the fire from the Dave-bomb ignites, and thusly, the bomb is a weapon. This all is fairly quick and I spill some liquid on the fingers of my LEFT hand because I'm pouring with the other. This MIGHT be dangerous, depending on a certain 20 sided die. Oh, plus, the construction of the Dave-bomb takes mere seconds, not long like my explination.

Then, I wait.

P.S., the remaining supplies that I havent used in my bag/hands are: matches, about two large bottles combined amount of flammable liquid assorted amoung three or four smaller ones, one remaining aerosal can, a 3/4 full roll of paper towels, and an unknown amount of sammich bags.

Again, I wait.

Teh Nate:

I watch from the shadows as you construct your make-shift weapon. I then slowly emerge, with my hands held forward in a gesture to show you that I don't have any weapons. I step into the light, showing that though ugly, I am not a zombie.

"Easy, big boy. I mean you no harm."

*continued at end*


Right..That would make this the end, and thus my go.

"Seems like you've had quite the evening...Let me introduce myself. I'm Nate. I've been on the run from these zombies for a couple days. Yeah, that's right. Zombies. Not a joke, the rumours are all true. People are becoming zombies. I've been on the run too much to really gather any useful supplies, just enough to stay alive. But I'm pretty familiar with this area. I say we head to a couple stores in the area. I'll lead the way."

Umm...Yeah, kinda abrupt end of post here, but I gotta go. Dad's bitching at me about lightning, and all.

Metropolis

Don't listen to what others tell you.

Uhh...I was gonna add something to that, but I no longer know what it was.

Howdy.

Well, let's get straight to the run-down, shall we?

Well, my morning was downright crap. First I was feeling like shit for no reason, then I had a reason, but I'm not going to go into that. I was feeling shitty most of period one, a large part of break, and then during second, until I drank three cans of Coke. Then my day become somewhat awesome. Simply because of caffeine.

I continued on my caffeine-high all through programming, lunch, and it started to wear off during last. I couldn't let this happen. And I'd already had three Cokes, which is three quarters of my alloted(sp?) Coke. So I went to 7/11 with Kate and bought me a nice, cold bottle of Bawls. Good old Bawls.

Ah, something has just been drawn to my attention again. Rachel came up to me in the caf the other day and told me that she had been going through her closet recently. And she found a certain...Dress. A certain dress that I've worn before, at two certain parties. Those were interesting parties...She said that she couldn't wear the dress anymore, as I had made it mine during those two parties. So, if I recall correctly, she said she was going to give me the dress. So I'm going to have a dress. I'll look DAMN good.

My favourite flavour is red.

Just thought you should know.

Mmmm...Red.

Ummm....Yeah.

OH! So, Rockwood Centennial school wants money. For a new playground. They have a banner on the kinder kennel. For those of you who don't know, that's where they keep the wee'uns. Small, fenced in area. Thank God they put that in after I was past that grade. I'd go nuts and probably get rabies or something.

Anyways, I have a very distinct position on this fundraiser:

Rockwood Centennial, Fuck You.

You had your damn playground. You tore it down. And you did so without having another one planned? Yeah, fuck you.

Fuck you very much.

Anyways, it's about zombie time.

Until next time,
Seriously. Fuck you.
~Kataron

I'm a zombie with disco in my soul.

Okay, so zombies don't really have souls. Shut up, don't point out errors in my title.

The story so far...

Fuck you, go read it. Geez, lazy bastards.

We seem to be short a couple people, from last time, so I'll give anybody the chance to comment with the last zombie post, and I can edit them into this one. I'm going through everyone's actions individually.

Please read right down to the end of the post before you respond. Thank you.

We start with the first. Greg's.

His actions:

If the kitchen contains the usual kitchen items, I assume that includes grocery bags. If I assume correctly, then I would grab a big shiny steakknife, stick it in my belt (I know it's not actually me, but I always wear a belt, so I'm assuming here--btw, can I have my black leather coat, too?), and I fill the plastic grocery bag with the matches, spray cans, a candle, and a pot.

I grab some cheese to take, but throw most of it into the living room to hopefully attract the zombies by the scent. I look in the fridge to see if there's any bottled water (or Coke), and (if there is I grab it, if not, obviously I don't) and then book it out into the backyard, staying in the shadows.

My actions as Zombie Master:

A belt can be assumed. But no coat. Right, supplies. And Coke. There's always Coke.

As you grab these things, the zombies break into the living room. They begin entering the kitchen just as you're leaving through the back door. You hope that the shadows will hide you. But as soon as you leave the house, a sensor goes off, and the back light turns on, illuminating most of the backyard. You run, of course. A zombie comes out, and even when you're out of range, it's presence keeps the light on.

WHAT DO YOU DO?!?!?!

Rion's:

Into the backyard? Hell, I wouldn't have thought that clearly. I am utterly freaking out. ZOMBIES!!! But, a thought begins to form in my clouded mind. KABOOM! Those zombies do not like fire, I'll bet. I grab the spray cans and matches, the pot as well. I am a little clumsy, as I didn't bother to look for anything to carry it in. Not thinking clearly, I go upstairs, thinking the roof is the safest place. I enter my room and *roll for luck* hope there is something like a lock on the door or heavy equipment to bar the zombies' entrance. I open the window, and *roll for accuracy* toss the spray cans, matches, and pot onto the roof. I then *roll for...roof climbing ability?* try to climb up onto the roof.

Me:

Heh...I'm changing that slightly, as you don't know the layout of my house, which this is based on. The only place you could get onto a roof from upstairs would be the bathroom, which does have a lock and some things that could barracade the door, so we'll use that instead. The window there leads to the roof of the back shed, so not the entire house. But it's basically what you wanted.

You do everything I described in the paragraph above, because Nate is too lazy to retype. You come out onto the roof of the storage room, which is strong enough to hold you and your loot. You hear zombies struggling against the door inside, trying to force it open. It's a good thing bathrooms contain heavy objects to block things, huh?

But then the sensor goes off and the back light comes on. You are blinded for a short moment, then realize that you are clearly illuminated.

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU DO?!?!!?

Dave's Plan:

I fisrtly freak at the sight of teh zombie trying to get in through the window, but I see the glass is holding it, so I look for items to hurt, stop, kill, or delay the zombies.

I go to where ever I store cleaning supplies in the kitchen and grab three things: Grocery bag, large tub of bleach, and other assorted flammable cleaning supplies.

Bleach is good because of it's heavy smell, and stinging to touch, breath, and get in eyes. So, I put bleach all over the floor in front of the kitchen door leading to the front, where my baracade is breaking, in front of the zombie window and a small trail leading to the stairs. I take the matches, some sandwich bags, paper towels, and spray cans from where ever, grab my bat, and my grocery bag of stuff, and stand at the stairway entrance. I wait until the zombies are closer, and I toss a match.

Fire erupts.

Once the fire has covered the kitchen, and even I can't breathe, I toss the aerosal cans into the fire, nearest the doorway and window.

I run upstairs..

BOOM

I then leap from a window onto the outcropping of the supply closet and wait up there as long as I can, as long as the fire permits.

Then I wait for Nate to decide my next situation.

Nate's counterplan:

My zombies eat your face. Oh wait...No, that's for later. Right, so you do what you described in your plan, gathering supplies, starting a fire, and heading to the roof. You have your supplies in hand when the light turns on. The zombies should be detained with the fire downstairs, but for how long? And the house is rather flammable, so staying on this roof might not be a good idea.

SO WHAT DO YOU DO, DAMMIT?!?!?!

And Jared's:

Mwahaha!

First of, I pass around the counter until I am in the middle of the kitchen. I then turn on the gas for the stove so that it has time to become all-encompassing.

I then pick up six spray cans, and a book of matches. Then I grab a candle.

After I have my supplies, I take my position between the living room and the kitchen. Just in the doorway. I then get the gun out of my belt and open it, dumping the gun powder into a small pile on the floor. Then I take five of my six spray cans and situate them around the pile of gun powder, such that they create a pentagon-like figure, leaving an opening on one side of the pile. I shove the last can into my belt, although it is difficult to fit.

I grab the candle that I found, then beat it against the floor until it is covered with cracks. I tear off each piece of wax that I can find, until all I've got left is the wick. The beautiful, inspiring wick.

I take my wick and place one end of it in the powder, stringing it out through the opening between the cans. I then take a match and light it, then setting flame to the wick.

Finally I stand up and run for the back door, bolting it until I reach the back of the yard. I then (*roll for agility*) attempt to climb over the fence as fast as possible.

Now, I stand and wait for the gun powder to catch fire and explode, succeeded by having the spray cans explode, then finally ending in the gas flowing from the stove catching fire and allowing me to watch a small mushroom cloud destroy my once beautiful home. Along with those dang zombies.

I hate zombies.

Nate's sexiness:

Yeah...Sure...Mushroom cloud...Right, you do all described, but fail the agility roll.

BOOM.

You stand nead the end of your backyard and watch your house burn.

Had to keep everybody around the same area. For the last bit.

And last but not least, Josh Williams:

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don’t have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don’t have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...

My rebuttal:

Wow. Not only did the zombies kill and eat you, but they didn't even enjoy the taste. I don't know who you are or why you're here, but stay out of the zombie threads unless you wish to combat them. You can post songs in my OTHER posts if you want, but any other song-posts in zombie threads WILL be deleted.

Fear my wrath.

And now, the moment you may or may not be waiting for!

The introduction of the first player character! But I should have gone to bed a while ago, so it's....ME! I'll put on stats and stuff tomorrow. I'm more of a temporary character, really...Just to help rally the people, and point everyone in a certain direction.

You notice me lurking around near the end of the backyard. You think at first that I am a zombie, but I move much differently. In a more stealthy manner.

You may proceed as you see fit.

Eulogy

Right, we'll start with the non-zombie post again.

Run-down...Uhhh...I forget parts of my day.

I assume there was Coke and some wandering before class...

Then Calculus...Got tests back, but I just got the sheet that said I got zero on it. Apparently, she still hasn't read it. So hopefully I shall get it back soon, and then I can amuse people with the adventures of the Exponential Wizard.

Then second. Best I can remember, not much happened in second...This period is even more of a blur than usual. Which indicates that I was into the syrup.

Then third...Got image placement to work, and found how to overlap images and pick which one is on top. Easy, really. :)

Then lunch. Kinda a blur again. Then last, which I hung around with Dave in the library all period, talking about the zombie game. It was great. Then Steve joined. Yep.

Then bus, then I was home. Uhh...Chatting...Bath...Dinner...Chatting...Walk...Chatting...

And that's about it.

Now, we all know I'm a sheep, correct? Well, I'm going to do my own version of what Rion has done, and Jared has quoted.

NationStates has a long-running thread involving how to get a Geek. A lot of the stuff is wrong.

So the KataBlog proudly presents...

Kataron's Guide To Dating A Geek!

*drum roll*

We'll start with how to GET a geek.

The best thing you could possibly do is get their MSN. If you get them chatting on-line, they will be less afraid of you. Most of us geeks are, by nature, afraid of the opposite sex. Most of us seem unable to properly communicate ourselves to them. So get us chatting, we can sound VERY eloquent when we're using text. Not only are we not totally terrified that a member of the opposite sex is talking to us, but we can backspace anything stupid we say before we send it.

It's brilliant, really.

Also, you're going to want to find out how geeky this geek is. There are different classifications of geeky. I've taken a few of these from Rion's description, just so you all know. Forum geeky, gamer geeky, hardware geeky, blogger geeky, eccentric geeky, Sci-Fi geeky. You need to find out which category or categories that your geek fits into. There are also sub-groups. Some gamer geeks might be console gamers, with RPG's and the like, while some might be PC-gamers, with FPS games. Find what your geek is into, and know something about it. Ah, a category I forgot to mention is D&D geek. That is the ULTIMATE in geekdom.

If your geek is into D&D, then get some dice. He/She will be amazed. And not just the generic six-siders, I'm talking twenties. That is hot. Simple as that. Mention rolling dice. Actually roll them in front of your geek. You're in.

So yeah, you need to evaluate your geek, and find their interests. Take an interest in them, it makes it a lot easier. Get them on MSN.

And this is probably the worst one, but MAKE YOUR FLIRTING CLEAR. We do not have as well-developed 'flirt receptors' as other people. We won't pick up on it. Because we don't have the self-esteem to believe that we are being flirted with. And if we do think that you're flirting, we might think that it's in mockery. And I've seen this a lot. So be clear about it, and sincere. Make sure we know you're serious.

So yeah. That's how you get a geek.

Now the dating bit.

You have to spend time with your geek, that's the most important part. MSN is great for this, so you can talk at any time, about anything. But sometimes this just isn't enough. We're like pathetic little animals, and can sometimes require an annoying amount of care. I hate to say it, but it's true.

Sometimes we can just be overwhelmed by the fact that a member of the opposite sex is interested in us, but when you become less interested, and aren't there enough, it gets depressing. This doesn't happen as much if you're still with your geek on MSN, but when things come up and keep coming up, preventing you from being on-line, then badness is going down. Trust me.

Hmm...Other than that, as long as we keep getting our junk food and caffeine, we'll be fine.

Uhh...I wanna get onto the zombie stuff, so I think I'm done here.

Until next time,
Yeah...I think I'll take the bus.
~Kataron

Brains for eat, not for think.

The back story is in the other post. Go read it right now if you need to, for I will not tolerate ignorance here.

Also, if I don't explicitly state that something exists, you CANNOT assume that it does. For example, black bats, axes. You might look for one, but there might not be one. That will be where luck comes into play.

And this is NOT you. You can't rely on the fact that you'd keep your door locked, that you would have stocked certain items. Remember this.

So, based on what most people said...

The door was blocked. This is clever, it will hold them off long enough for you to become armed. You grab a bat that is sitting near the door (though no such item will exist next time). It is made of a heavy material, but won't actually do much. After all, any zombies in the area will be recent, not rotted. You might as well try to beat a normal person's head off with it. Not sharp enough.

Thanks to Dave, the windows went uncovered. Muahahahaha. Though don't blame him, he just made it more interesting. You couldn't have stayed in the house forever, anyway. But you DO peek out for a moment, and see a flash of movement, followed by more low groans. You see somebody banging on your door, but they're not moving...Naturally. You assume zombie.

You quickly go to the back room, where the gun is stored. You move carefully around windows, not sure how many of them are around you. You reach the room, get the door open, and begin searching. You find it, but no additional ammo. It appears to be loaded, but you cannot be sure of how well it will work. I liked Ryan's single-bullet idea, but I have a little more faith that you'll escape alive.

Just as you grab the gun, you hear a smash. They've begun to force the door open. But the clever door-block is holding them off. For now. You run to the phone, thinking of 911, but there's no dial tone. Phone's dead. Maybe you should have paid your bill.

You hear another crash, this one from the window in the room you're in. You see an arm flailing, but that's about all it's doing. The remains of the glass are keeping it out. For now.

Your options are limited. You have a bat and a gun, which you have tucked into your pants for safe keeping. Don't worry, the safety is very much on. You're currently in the kitchen, right outside the storage room. The storage room is a dead end. From here, you can go back into the living room (where the zombies will soon be breaking through), upstairs (You must be REALLY dumb if you do this), or outside, into the back yard.

The kitchen has the usual stocked kitchen items. Knives, some spray cans, candles, pots, pans, cheese. Matches. And pretty much anything else a kitchen should have.

Oh, and did I mention that your car is in the shop? Pity.

SMASH. A window broken in the living room. They're coooooooooooooming for you.

What DO you do?!

And God, I hope you're going to do what I want you to do right now. I know some of you are thinking about it. Do it. You have the resources.

Have a blast. :)

Pocket Calculator

Howdy, folks.

Don't fret, the zombies are still coming. Right after I complete this post, I shall put up the next installment of this zombie game. So just be patient. Although...If you check this after tonight, it'll be directly above this post, you'll have read that first, and this will sound kind of stupid. But I regress...

Run-down:

Got up. Ate breakfast. Hung out on-line. Ended up talking to Alyssa for over two and a half hours before heading over to Rick's for a while. That was fun. Then I was back, had dinner, more on-lineness.

And...That's pretty much been my day. The walk I had been planning with Alyssa didn't work. She couldn't go without her mother knowing about it, and when she finally got back, Alyssa had quite the headache. So that didn't happen.

So a lot of my day consisted of talking with her and eating various unhealthy foods. Good stuff.

Here's something that's always troubled me...

The mind. The language of the mind. Do French people THINK in French? Are we really thinking in English? Or is it just a generic language of the mind? What about people that can fluently speak multiple languages? And no, if you're still in high school and taking French classes, you can NOT speak fluent French.

That's just something that's always bugged me.

Has anybody ever noticed something that you hear while listening to music until you pause it to examine the sound? And no, something that isn't involved with the music. Voices and shit. And they're gone AS SOON as you pause to investigate...Fucking creepy.

Anyways, my day was fairly uneventful. You probably want the zombie stuff now. And by Rion, you'll get it!

Until next time,
Why the fuck does eating have one t, while chatting has two?
~Kataron

YouMustDance

Man, I can't believe how well my zombie thing is going. It's awesome! For those of you just tuning in, go down one post, read, and comment.

Thank you, thread on NationStates for bringing this amazing topic up!

When I become of age, I am going to own a shotgun, and I will keep ammo with it at all times. For no other reason than the fact that I fear zombies.

Yeah.

So anyways, run-down of my day. As I went to bed last night as early as midnight, I was awake by eleven. This is usually an ungodly hour for me, but I figured 'eh'.

I hung out on-line for a while. I was kinda hoping Alyssa would return and come on-line, but that didn't happen until much later on in the evening. I did my thing, posted that blog rant about the zombies. Oh, by the way, I'll be updating that probably once a day or so, seperately from my normal post. So you can all look forward to two posts a day or so from me! That just SHOWS how much if a life I don't have. Booyah.

Oh, and before all that, there was the crappy crappy parade. I just kinda blasted techno (Sandstorm and some DJ Tiesto) while the parade was going by, and looking out occasionally from the blinds. The parade sucked some serious ass.

Anyways, then I went for a walk. I was going to wander through the cons, but my normal entrance was guarded by a truck. So I didn't. I checked out the 'fair' or whatever the fuck you want to call that sorry excuse for an event. It was lame. Wandered more, then was back home.

Waited for Alyssa a bit more, but kind of figured she wouldn't be on just yet, so I went over to Eric's. I say Eric's because Eric is the one that invited me. While there, I also hung out with Colleen (sort of, she was on the computer while Eric was playing Xbox, and I was paying more attention to the computer) and found some new webcomics. This one, I find particularly awesome. Check it out. I also hung out with James a bit, whilst HE was on the computer, and listened to some awesome music. Then I was hanging out with Eric more, and playing Xbox. Pretty sweet, in all.

Then I was back home. Then dinner. Then I checked MSN again for Alyssa, no such luck, so I went for ANOTHER walk. Similar route, but this time, I actually went through the conservation area. Returned home, hung out on-line, mostly waiting, then Eric decides he wants to go for a walk.

I was against this at first, but he convinced me, and we went for a forty-five minute walk. We talked about the ladies, and how stupid people are. Goddamn drunks were all over Rockwood. I heard some drunk guy yelling at the girl he was with, then he went towards a group of friends, and she went off alone. I considered feeling sorry for her, but instead commented loudly on how stupid and annoying loud drunk people are. Loudly for his sake. I'm not sure if he took notice of me, but if he didn't, it was probably for the best, as I had left the great Equalizer (my cane) at home. Anyways, we walked past the dance a couple times, I wanted to see if there was anybody there I knew. The first time, they were playing Home For A Rest. Good song. The second time, the song sucked.

Eventually, I returned home, but my brother and his friend were on the compy. So I watched a couple minutes of tv 'til they got off, then went on. And lo and behold, Alyssa was on! Made my day. I'm still hoping to get together with her at some point before the weekend is out. Otherwise, I will have to try to steal her away again on Monday. As all of my previous attempts to steal her away have failed, I worry slightly. I think we're going to try to meet and leave before her friend finds us, but if she does, we're just going to tell her we want to be alone. So I'm looking forward to that.

The rest of my night was basically talking to her, then cartoons. Oh yeah.

And for those of you who are Jared, I DID look at codestuffs for the Java today, and intend on looking at more tomorrow.

But yeah.

I fucking hate drunk people. They're loud and annoying. And they're very, very stupid. Gah...This is one of the reasons I hate Rockwood. There's so many drunks, and so many stoners...But yeah. I'm actually kinda tired.

And not sure what else to talk about. Well, I'm sure I could talk more about Alyssa, but I doubt any of you want that.

I am continuing to think about this zombie invasion game, coming up with new things that'll happen, how I might introduce new characters. This'll be awesome.

Yeah. If I do get together with Alyssa tomorrow, I shall probably post some details about that, but not too many. I'm excited for the possibility, and really hope it happens. Otherwise tomorrow will consist of pretty much today, but with Eric and I planning on what we'll do in case of a zombie attack.

Every family should have a zombie plan. I remember as a kid hearing about all these fire safety plans and shit like that, but WHAT ABOUT THE ZOMBIES?!

Let's face it, folks. It's not all that unlikely anymore. I mean, with all these crazy viruses and the like, what's to really stop somebody from making a zombie virus? And when it happens?

Here's what'll happen when the virus hits:

Chaos. Law will be meaningless, order will be destroyed for a good long while. Depending on the specifics of the infection itself, there may or may not be enough people left to try to rebuild civilization. I just love the fact that law will be done. I mean, what? Are they gonna arrest you for shooting off a zombie's face? You gonna hold trial for accidentally shooting somebody that you THOUGHT was a zombie? No. Because they'll all be dead or dying, too worried about saving their own damn hides then punishing you. So we can do whatever the fuck we want. Small groups of people will form. And they will slowly be wiped out as the zombies infect them, one by one. This might take a while, but it will happen.

Basically, we'll all be fucked. And the funny thing is that the creators of the virus will think that they will only use it on their enemies, and that it will never reach them. But it will, of course. And it'll mutate, so any anti-virus they develop while making their plague will be completely and utterly fucking useless. I laugh at you! Ha!

Man...I need a fuckin' life.

Anyways, JL's over. Been over for a bit. The first episode on tonight was pretty good. Continuation of the Justice Guild episode. Pretty sweet. The second was the first of two episodes about a time-traveller, but the second episode was the only one that I really enjoyed.

I think I'm off to bed.

Until next time,
Zombies, zombies, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when the come for you? ZOMBIES! (I'm sorry, that seemed like a better idea in my mind...)
~Kataron

OH GOD THE ZOMBIES!

Greetings, folks.

Yes, this is a lot earlier than I normally post.

I've just been checking the forums over on NationStates, and I found a great forum thread challenging people with a zombie scenario. And I figured, hey! I can do that!

But I'll be handling things far differently than he is.

From today until I get bored of it, I'll be posting tidbits of a story. A zombie story. It's a choose-your-own-adventure of sorts, as the next bit will be 3/4 determined by the comments I get on what people would do, and 1/4 based on my sick and twisted mind.

So let's get started!

Here's the background information:

Okay, the big bad has happened. The government has developed a zombie virus. Which government it is doesn't matter *cough*US*cough*, but thanks to stupidity *cough*US*cough*, the virus has gotten out.

It spreads slowly at first, but the rate of infection grows exponentially as there are more carriers for the disease, and more ways for people to be infected. The virus doesn't just stick to humans, but also gets animals. The metabolism of the zombies slows, so that they won't just die off after not eating for long enough, like in SOME zombie films. Well, they will, but they could probably outlive YOU. And if they run too low on food, they just try to eat each other, although they can last for years without just rotting away.

That means that you can't just hole up in a house with some guns and try to wait out the zombies.

Also, the muscles of the zombies does not rot right away. Meaning they can move at the same speed as normal humans for quite some time, but eventually they will slow. Unfortunately, nobody knows just how long this takes.

And now, though they may not retain the same intelligence that normal humans do, there are scattered 'smart zombies'. They're fairly rare, maybe...One in a thousand. But they still have the intelligence of normal zombies, and even exert some control over their brethren when they need to, although they're not usually smart enough to follow orders.

This means that you can't just assume they're all brain-dead (ha ha, forgive the pun), and adds a bit of challenge to the game.

If there's any more background information needed about the zombies, ask and it will be given.

Okay, so here's where YOU come in.

You live in a small town, somewhere around the middle of it. There are two other towns about equal distance in either direction from you, but no great bodies of water (ie, oceans or anything. So fuck you if you want to do what the one guy on the forum did and sail out to sea and make a fort on an oil rig).

You're not entirely aware of the zombies, but you have heard stories. You've heard the news state that some sort of virus is making people sick, although they won't go so far as to say exactly what the virus does to you. But you've heard on a few sites that you frequent that it's a zombie virus. These are not the most reputable of sites, but it still makes you nervous. You hear of the virus spreading closer and closer, until finally you hear of it hitting a city somewhere near you, though not either of the two cities directly beside your small town. You get more nervous.

Ah, a bit of background information about the town. It's small, so there aren't any gun stores or anything where you can stock up on things that go boom. There is only one grocery store, and a couple scattered convenience stores around town where you can stock up on supplies.

This all starts at night, of course. Wouldn't be very fun if it didn't. You're home alone, for some reason. I don't care what it is. You might be anyway, maybe your parents are gone for a while, take your pick. You're going about whatever it is that you do at night, when you hear a single scream coming from down the street. Then you hear what sounds like feet dragging against cement. A low moan. Then something is scraping(sp?) against your front door.

The only weapon you have is an old pistol, not particularly powerful, with a single 12-shot clip. It's two rooms away, in a storage room. And probably buried under some things, as you haven't had to use it in quite a while, if ever.

WHAT DO YOU DO?!?!?!?!?!?1?!/!one (sorry, couldn't resist)

And depending on how well this goes, you may each have a character in this little scenario. A unique character. But you have to start out alone, or it would be no fun...I'll pick who comes in where, but for now, this is a generic character that is none of you. I will kill him off as your characters are introduced, but this one is controlled based on what EVERYBODY comments.

When I introduce unique characters, I also intend to introduce stats. Luck, intelligence, strength, that sort of thing. So each character might have a specific use. This first character has no stats. But later on, stats will help influence whether or not you succeed. Stats, and my dice!

But as an example on how stats will be used, you might search for some ammo for your gun in a store or something. If you have high luck, and I roll a low number on my dice, you might find a clip or two. If you have low luck, and I roll a high number, you might find an entirely new weapon, but with limited ammo. If you have high luck, and I roll high, you might find a shotgun and a couple boxes of shells. It works kinda like that.

Sorry that this is kinda long and possibly confusing, but I wanted to get all of the ground rules out of the way. I'll keep updating the story as the comments keep coming in.

Note: This person is not actually you. Not yet. This is the generic one, so you'll have to think a little more strategically. He might not have your strength, your agility, your intelligence. So choose your actions wisely.

But most importantly, have fun!

And....GO!

The Decisive Battle

Evenin', folks. I'm a lot less distracted tonight, as Alyssa has gone off to some Rock show, and is therefore not on MSN.

But yes, let's get right down to business, shall we?

I decided that I would wear my suit today. This was not the brightest idea. It was FUCKING HOT. I was sweating buckets for most of the day. That was just a really, really bad idea...But Alyssa thought I looked sexy, and that was most of the point. I also got a lot of comments. I had it all. Jacket, black dress shirt, hat, necklace over dress shirt, pants, dress shoes, cane. It was grand.

So, before class, I hung around group of people. I'm thinking I'll probably stop that. For reasons I shall keep to myself.

Then Calculus. I kinda forget what happened here, as usual, because my mind was, as usual, elsewhere. Guess where, it probably isn't that hard. Although, I do remember a moment of silence in the lesson, where I decided to open my can of Coke. It was then revealed to the class that I am only drinking four cans a day. I'm not sure if I've blogged that yet, but it's a little arrangement I have with Alyssa. I cut back on Coke, she cuts back on a bad habit of hers. But I won't say exactly what that is, because that's none of your business. Please, no comments guessing what it is, I'll probably just delete them. So yeah. Ms. Tremblay was proud of me.

For the past three days, I've only had four cans a day. Well, except today, where I had five, but that was just because of the youth group, I had an extra one. And I told Alyssa that I probably would have an extra one. Yes, yes, Eric, I can hear you now. *whip noise* Fuck you.

Anyways, then break came around. I had intended to steal her away and go on a short walk with her, but her friend found her at the same time I did. And by that I mean she found me, and then we found her together. So we had to go out and watch her have a smoke. Although, it was rather entertaining. They sang along to some Nine Inch Nails. It's fun walking in a total pimp suit with two girls who are singing loudly 'I wanna fuck you like an animal'. But yeah. Break would have been better if I could have stolen her away, but I still got to spend time with her, so I was fine.

Then second, in which I was in the caf for a short period to begin with, then Eric took Jared and myself out to film his movie. It's completely fucked. He had to change a lot of the story-line based on things that had just happened that day, and it became basically a cane fight between Jared and myself. I was, of course, Satan. Red suit and all that, just seemed to work. Jared was Jesus, with the drama's 'WWID' shirt. We fought, he won in the end. Damn Christian directors. I got some good hits on him, though :) Then I was back in the caf, hanging out with Team Lightning Magnificient. Much fun.

Then third. I went there and learned that it was indeed an ISP because it was so fucking hot, so I immediately left to meet Alyssa at her locker before she left. I then followed her and her friends as they went on a short...adventure, I suppose you could call it. I did not particularly enjoy it, as I didn't approve of certain things, but who am I to judge? I got to spend more time with her, that's what matters. Then they had to go to class, so I walked her to her class and then meandered over to the library, where I spent the rest of the period. God, I love air conditioning. It's so much better than anywhere else in the school, as far as I know. The drama rooms are apparently air conditioned as well, but fuck that. I don't wanna see crappy actors doing plays I don't give a shit about. I'd rather sit in the library either with people I know or by myself, and do whatever it is that I do in those situations.

Then lunch. I started it out in the quad with Jared and females, but it just bored me so very much. So I left, and wandered around. Got more comments on the suit, listened to music. I was feeling kind of down for some reason. Possibly caffeine-related. Then lunch ended, I met Alyssa at her class, and walked partway with her to her next class.

Then I was in the library again. Alone, this time, with my notebook. I was feeling pretty down by this time, and I probably have some sort of depressing rant in my notebook to prove it. I can guess the topic, but if it's for the notebook, that means it doesn't go up here. Kate tried to convince me a few times to go somewhere with her, but I was depressed, and it was fucking hot out, so I refused. Then at one point, that bitch stole my hat. She took it, left the library, went all the way down to the hall, and was going into one of the female lavatories before she finally stopped. Oh, I was pissed. Nobody touches my fucking hat without my permission. She's goddamn lucky she stopped, I would have caned her good. Bitch.

Then I was back in the library 'til the end of the period. Didn't really accomplish anything.

Then school was over, I headed to my locker. Eric was lying there, doing whatever it is that Eric does. Rick showed up, then Alyssa showed up at her locker. I went there for a short period, then went to finish my business at my locker while she went outside. Then I was outside. There was probably some sort of transition between these two phases, but I can't remember one. So I assume teleportation, or some other form of dislocation took place.

So I was outside for a bit. I have vague memories of this. Talking to Mike, I believe his name is, about a cane, having a shirt button undone by Rachel, hugging Alyssa. Once again, there were probably events linking these, but yeah.

Then I was home...I was on MSN for a bit, chatted with a couple people, including Alyssa, and yeah. Then I was at the youth group. We played Risk. Dave and I had a kick-ass alliance that lasted the ENTIRE match. Even when Seb was blasting through my slaves, Dave was threatening him. Oh, you're wondering about the slaves? Well...I was the black units, and I was in control of Africa. It seemed appropriate :p And I don't even think I came up with it. Jokes were made the entire round, though. Good fun. Anyways, Dave saved my ass a few times, and together we crushed all other opponents. We were just finishing off with green (well, he had twenty units left, but I had forty outside his door), but then we had to stop. So Dave and I won. BOOYAH! He won more, though, 'cause he had more units. Yep. Good stuff.

Anyways, that has been my day. So now we move on to things that are not as related to me.

And note that I said 'not as'.

So apparently, nerds are great for relationships.

We're reliable, won't cheat, and we treat women right. Plus, we seem to be successful, what with this technologically advanced world of ours. Just read the article and learn how great we nerds truly are.

Yeah. I found that little site linked off of House Of Awesome. Oh, AwesomeLord. You never fail to entertain me. Should you happen to check that out, read what is currently his third most recent post. It involves the list of things you can do to NOT be 'Action Man'. It was absolutely awesome.

Hrm...What else is it that I wanted to comment on?

Well, it seems to be Pioneer day, or some other stupid holiday to that effect tomorrow. I assume there will be a parade that I won't care to watch, and a celebration at a park that has gone downhill for the past few years, and no longer incites even a spark of interest in me. I might go for a very short time, just to see what's what, but it won't amuse me.

I'm also hoping to get together with Alyssa at some point through this weekend, and just hang out with her for a while. That would be awesome.

It is also my appointed task to continue my research on Swing, and hopefully get a prototype moving program done by the time we go back to school. I told Jared I'd give it the old college try.

Oh, that all reminds me. I told Alyssa I'd send her an email if she didn't get a chance to come on-line. She might come on later, but I can't stay up too late because my brother and his friend are sleeping down here tonight. Right now, even. But they'd probably get annoyed to hear the sound of typing for hours on end. Plus I can't watch my fucking cartoons. Bastards, trying to stop me from watching Justice League! They'll rue the day!

Anyways, that's all for tonight.

Until next time,
Ascendo tuum (roughly translated from latin to mean 'up yours')
~Kataron

Dancing Mad

Yeah.

Hi.

It's me.

I'm giving you people an ACTUAL post tonight. Not like the past two nights...Sorry 'bout that, but I've just been so distracted talking to Alyssa. There, you have a name.

But for now, as all I have spoken about on here for the past two days has been her, we'll leave that for the end, okay? Saving the best for last, one might say.

Right, run-down. Now, you might have forgotten about this, as I haven't done it for a couple days, but this is when I talk about my day. Got it? Good.

Right, so before class, I went over for caffeine with Alyssa, Luke, and I think Colleen was with us for a bit. I had been hoping to go with JUST Alyssa, but yeah. Then I hung out and had fun with people. Then Calculus. I kinda forget what happened here.

Then break. I tried to get alone with Alyssa at this point, but her friend found us before I could whisk her away. If that's the right word or the right spelling of the word. So I still hung out with them, but we never got the chance to be alone.

Then second. Which was simply magical! By that I mean I got wired, pointed at my crotch a lot, and went to Food Basics. I think it was our first group outing. We went to the bank first, where Jared forgot that he had left his debit card in his other shirt, then we went to Food Basics where he again forgot about his lack of card. So Dave paid for everything temporarily, and all was well. Then we stopped for pizza, then we were back in the caf. We ate candy, spoke of random things, and all was well.

Then programming.

HOLY CRAP it was hot in that room. I mean, argh. It burned. I wandered for a bunch of the period, 'cause it was just too hot to do things. Mr. Kaune said we could go out for a bit if we were too hot. And we were. I tried to find Alyssa at first, but then gave up and hung out in the library. It was so cool and awesome in the library...Good times.

Then last, in which I hung out with Kate. I don't think I was particularly entertaining, as the caffeine was wearing off, and my conversation topics always seemed to be the same thing. Or person, I should say.

Then I was home...Tv, chatting, tv, dinner, bath, more chatting. That's my night. Chatting, mostly.

So now that the run-down is complete, let us move on to the rants! No, not about her yet. I have more to say before I start talking about her, because once I start, that's all the rest of the post will be.

So yeah.

First order of business!

Right, this should be common knowledge, but apparently it isn't.

Guys should NOT have change purses. How can guys even consider that?! It was mentioned to me that somebody had a change purse, and it's a guy, and that's just wrong. I'd kind of like to hit the guy. But I'm very lazy. But dude, that's what pockets are for. Or wallets. You should be burned at some sort of post-like object.

Next!

Ah, breaks in relationships. This stems from a conversation that Alyssa and I had.

Why would two people have a break in a relationship? That just doesn't make much sense to me. Either stay together, or end it. Staying together does not mean that you have to see each other every single day if you don't want to. But if you really have to make a point to take the time to be away from each other and have a break? I think if it gets to that point, the relationship is pretty much fucked anyway, so just give up.

The next thing on the list is...WooHoo. Umm...I have no idea what that refers to. It makes me think of the Sims, but how it applies here, I have no idea...Yeah.

Ummm...Here's another one!

So yesterday, we were in the caf. We being Team Lightning Magnificient. That's what we call ourselves now. Anyways, we were there, and Wyatt was demonstrating 8-bit fighting styles, jumping back and forth, then he did an attack, jumping further forward, and as he did so, he farted. It was absolutely hilarious. Jump, sword-thrust, fart. It was the funniest thing I'd seen all day.

Right, I don't care about anything else in the notebook.

Sooooooo, Alyssa. Hmm...Where to begin? Well, I suppose I should begin at the beginning, and tell you all who she is. She's in grade nine. Shut up. I know that probably seems kinda creepy, me being in grade twelve and her being in grade nine. She's friends with Colleen. In case you don't know, that is the sister of both James and Eric.

So yeah. I'd had some feelings for her for quite a while, but me being shy that I am, and not wanting to seem overly creepy, I never managed to approach her.

Later on, thanks to some help from James, she added me to her MSN. The first night, we just talked for a while, about random things. I was incredibly impressed with her vocabulary and punctuation.

The next night, we were talking, and an opportunity arose, and I revealed my feelings, and she said she had feelings for me, too.

I had trouble getting to sleep that night.

The next day, she was not at school. That kinda sucked, just after we found out we had feelings for each other, but yeah. The power was out for a while that night, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to talk to her. But I was. Thankfully.

Then the next day was today. The events of today were described earlier, but I never really got a chance to be alone with her. That shall be fixed tomorrow, hopefully. I plan out things too much, so I have a couple plans to steal her away. Hopefully they work.

It's actually kinda strange how very similar she and I are. I'll comment on something, and she'll have thought the exact same thing. Then she'll say something, and I'll know exactly what she means. I think it's really cool. I'll probably elaborate more on that later.

Anyways, it's past that time for me to sleep. So I believe I shall. And tomorrow, I shall tell ye all how my plans to steal her away went.

Until next time,
*smoke bomb*
~Kataron

Lost In The Cross

Greetings, folks.

You may be wondering about my post of last night.

I like building suspense.

Dum dum DUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMM!

Suspense!

Okay, since you should all know, I revealed my feelings to the female that I have mentioned in previous posts. And she said that she had feelings for me, too!

That's what the other post was trying to say, but I couldn't find the words.

I still can barely find the words...

And I'm afraid I left this post a little late...It's sleep time already. I PROMISE I'll elaborate more on everything tomorrow night.

Promise.

[Note: Promise is null and void in certain states of the US.]

Until next time,
Tomorrow shall be grand! Grand, I say! What? You're out of grand? No, I don't want a coffee. I was talking about my life. Narrating myself, you know? Yes, I know, this is a coffee shop. FINE! I'll have a large triple triple. And a donut. Surprise me. Happy?
~Kataron

What If I Stumble?

I...I just...She...I...

Wow, look at me. I can barely form sentences!

She...I...Etc!

Uhh...I have been THOROUGHLY distracted this evening, for reasons that I shall mention another night. Possibly tomorrow night.

And I apologize for the lack of post tonight, but...But I'm just so goddamn happy right now.

Until next time,
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
~Kataron

Home For A Rest

You'll have to excuse me,
I'm not at my best...
I been gone for a month,
I been drunk since I left,
These so called vacations will soon be my death!
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest...

Good song. Despite the drinking stuff.

Right, let's start with the run-down today instead of ending with it like yesterday.

Normal morning...Got Coke, talked to James about some stuff. Killed some midgets. The usual.

The Calculus, which was a review period. Test tomorrow. I plan to write a story. If I'm going to fail, which I am, I might as well make it entertaining for the teacher to read. It will be a tale of an exponential wizard, a fractional dragon, and a logarithmic warlord! I haven't come up with a real story yet, though.

Then second. Ah yes. Second. You know, I don't think I sat down throughout all of second. I was far too wired for sitting. A stood around. I jumped a lot. I danced. All that good stuff. Spoke of video games, ladies, and Cypher.

Speaking of Cypher, I've just now hit level 7. :) I'm rank 22. In the entire game. I am the 22nd strongest hacker! w00t. This time it's entirely experience, though. I don't like that. It should be a combo of experience, wins & losses, and probably some other stuff.

And now I'm out of turns...Yep. I'm kicking ass and taking IP's in that game! That's...That's brilliant. That is my new screen name! Kataron - Kicking ass and taking IP's.

*does the nerd dance*

w00t.

Anyways. After second period, logically comes third. There was more programming stuffs done, and I learned something amazingly cooltastic. People have overclocked the TI-83 graphing calculators. Overclocked. Graphing. Calculators. Can you GET more nerdy?! I think not! Mitch was unfortunately absent, being that his throat felt like he swallowed a mace. I was far to wired to do much. Goddamn swing.

Then lunch, which was spent...Outside with females. Last period, I hung around with Kate. Pizza, Food Basics, then generic wandering. Yep.

Then school was over and I had some things to think about, which will be mentioned shortly.

Home, Teen Titans, Mercenaries, dinner, Andromeda, wandering for an hour, then internetting.

I find it sad that everything I accomplish from the time I get home until the time I sleep in one sentence.

...

Goddamn shitfucking blogger!

Okay, so it was my fault for panicking and rebooting before clicking save as draft, but fuck all of you.

I just lost the rest of this post, and I don't have the attention span to write it again.

So...

Until next time,
The bell tolls...FOR THEE!
~Kataron

Maybe I'm A Lion

God damn it.

I fucking hate this guy. This...*checks* Jack Thompson shithead.

But I'll get right back to that, I wanna rant about something on Evil Avatar so I can close that tab.

"A recent case of suicide by a boy addicted to Internet games has increased the public's concern over the issue of Internet Addiction Disorder (IAD). Xiao Yi, a 13-year-old from Tianjin, committed suicide thinking that he would meet his friends from cyber space after he died. He jumped from the top of a 24-storey high-rise, Beijing Youth Daily reported yesterday. He left four notes before he committed suicide. In the letters Xiao, playing the role of a character from a computer game, said that he wanted to meet three friends who also played the game in paradise."

Yeah...It's always shit like this that turns people's attention towards video games. Sure, it's the fault of the internet that the kid killed himself. THAT'S it. I think it was because the kid was a fucking moron. He obviously had a screw loose to believe that shit in the first place. Bastard.

Yeah, that really ties in to this...*checks again* Jack Thomspon. Yeah, he's the dumb bastard shitfucker 'Anti-Violence Crusader' which is complete bullshit. He's the anti-video game douche. I've ranted about him before. Yeah, there's an interview on a site that I'm reading. Luckily there's also the point of view of Henry Jenkins, 'Gaming's Champion'.

Yeah, just finished reading the first interview, with Jack Ass. Err...Jack Thompson. Yeah, at the very end, he says that one day there will be a Columbine to the factor of 10, and that Congress may ban these games altogether. Yeah, that's a great idea. Then we have a target for our agression which can no longer be taken out in a harmless virtual reality method. Fuckin' brilliant. That's when he'll get his real video game related violence, right there. 'cause I'll fucking kill them ALL!

Yeah...That just really irritates me. I guess you could tell from the cursing and death threats, huh? Oh wait...That's how I am all the time. Fuck all of you. But mostly, fuck you Jack Thompson. You're a fucking dumbass, you know that? Once we reach a certain age, I think we can tell the difference between right and wrong, between virtual reality and real life. Unless they come out with some crazy VR gear. Man that'll make for some good games. But there's a big difference in holding a gun and holding a video game controller. Kids that actually act out because of these games are already fucked in the head, the video games just happened to be the catalyst. And most of the cases that you stupid fucksticks blame on video games just happen to be done by people that enjoy video games. There's not always a real connection there. And if it is, then it's not the fault of the people that produced the game, it's the fault of the people that play the game and ACT on it. I said this in my last rant on the subject, but we can't blame the video game producers for giving us the OPTION to do things in video games. They're not forcing people to do them. Etc.

Speaking of the fault of things, and I probably mentioned this last time I ranted on this subject, but does anybody remember when a kid killing himself was blamed on Dungeons and Dragons? Yeah, there was quite literally no evidence to support that. The mom just didn't like that he played the game, and couldn't accept that any other factors were responsible in the suicide. Yeah, that sounds pretty dumb, huh? That's a lot like some of these acts of aggression that are blamed on video games. No real evidence.

At one point, the interview states that he previously compared Doug Lowenstein, President of the Entertainment Software Associations to Saddamn Hussein. I can't even begin to point out the errors in that statement. The ONLY thing these two men have in common is the last three letters of their last names. Jackass.

Right, I'm gonna read the not-stupid interview now, and comment on it.

Ah, here we go. Jack Thomspon claims that the ESRB ratings don't work at all, and a bunch of other shit like that. Henry Jenkins says that the ESRB ratings are fine. It's getting parents to pay attention to them that's difficult. Yeah. It's not San Andreas' fault that kids are playing these games, it's their parents buying them for the kids. BIYATCH. Roughly 85 percent of games purchased for those under 18 are by adults. That's the moms and dads buying their kids GTA because they're not smart enough to actually put a little thought into it.

Ooo! Here's something I missed! In the Jack Thompson section, there's a tiny pic and a little caption, that mentions the 'copycat insurance' that game companies are supposedly buying, to make sure they don't lose money over people trying what they did in video games. All of the major publishers that the site or whomever did this spoke to said that this 'copycat insurance' does not exist. Fuck you, Jack Thompson.

Yeah, there's less to comment on with Gaming's Champion. He knows what's what, he's not a fuckwit like the other guy. I agree with what he's saying. I'm tempted to find his email and tell him what a good job he's done, but I lack the motivation.

Anyways, check out the article HERE.

Enjoy.

Moving on to our next point of business, the youth of today. Our generation.

Our generation sucks some serious ass. I had a talk with Eric earlier today, and decided that I was going to categorically go through all of the different types of youth that I could think of, and tell you why they suck.

And yes, I am going to be labelling people, here. I'm sick and tired of people bitching about being labelled. Especially when SOME people do it. If you didn't want to be labelled, maybe you should draw the line at some point when it comes to how many facial piercings you have, you dumbass. Anyways, yes. I label people. So do you. It's not always a concious thing. Our minds do it, we automatically assume things about people. We can't help it. It's not our fault. But when we go and act on those assumptions, then it's bad. But yeah, I label, I judge. If you say that you don't ever judge or label people, then I am calling you a complete fucking liar. :)

Right, so where to start?

Wiggers and thugs. They're wiggers. And thugs. 'nuff said.


Okay, so I'll bitch about then anyways, despite the 'nuff said.

How to spot a wigger/thug:
Yeah, look for ugly clothes that are far too big for the person, or with things like 'Sean Jean' written on them. Lots of brand labels. Also, look for 'bling-bling', or other generic shiny possessions they have. This could include watches, chains, etc. But most of all, take a listen if they have music playing. The shit they call music is a dead giveaway.

Yeah, they just piss me off. How they dress, their music. It all plays a part in this. Not ALL rap music is bad, but when you've got morons like Eminem or however the fuck you spell it putting out songs called 'Ass like that', where the just 'sing' about asses, that's definately crossing a line. And when you're talking about 'hoes and bitches', that's crossing a line. I don't have so much of a problem with the music if it's not degrading to women. But 'Ass like that'? Yeah, I'd say that degrades women. Teaching wiggers and thugs to care about...certain parts of the female anatomy instead of the female herself. What gets me, though...Is that there are females that listen to this. They listen to music that degrades them. I don't fucking get it, but I do get that they're not very smart.

They suck because: Already covered this.

But I could bitch about them for paragraphs...Let's move on.

Well, then you've got your hippies.

How to spot a tree-hugger...I mean, hippy:
First of all, look for tie dye. Then look to the feet. Sandals? Yeah, that could mean something. Then again, it could not. I wear tie dye and sandals all the time, but that doesn't make me damn dirty hippy. One of the biggest things is to look for any peace signs they might have on their person. Necklaces, rings, that kinda thing. That's a pretty big way to check. Earthy colours? No brand labels? Bitching about something? Sounds like a hippy to me!

Hippies are a pacifistic people that dislike violence. This isn't good when they're in a fight. They will bitch about things, and attend protests, but if you look carefully, they will VERY RARELY ever actually accomplish something. And usually if they do, it's just to shut them up. A good place to find them is at protests. They like to complain and feel that they're actually making a difference in the world. Yes, I know that them thinking that is very laughable, but it gives them reason to crawl out of bed in the morning. Also, a large number of hippies are pro-drugs, especially marijuana. Some might also be vegetarian or even *shudder* vegan. Because again, they think that it makes a difference in the world. Although, if you're a veggie-munchers because you don't enjoy meat or have allergies or something, that's fine. But if you don't eat meat or animal products because of how the animals are treated, then you ARE a hippy. No matter what.

Still about hippies, they believe in peace. They don't think that countries should fight, they don't think there should be war. They don't seem to realize that no matter what, there will always be aggressive people that will want to harm somebody. And that violence is sometimes the only way to stop them. Peace is bullshit. The only real way to get peace is to defeat your enemy. And no, making them your friend does NOT count. You have to blow the shit out of them or something. Once ALL of your enemies are destroyed, voila. Peace.

Why they suck: Because they're stupid, and actually think that they can affect the world, and that peace is a feasible option. Wake up.

Moving on...

Punks.

How to spot a punk: Quite often dark clothes. They seem to like plaid. They have very....distinctive senses of fashion. If you can call it a sense of fashion. I'm not entirely sure how else do describe them.

Punks...What to say about punks...Yeah, I'm not particularly fond of them. I don't like their music, and that seems to be a VERY large part of who they are. Rather like the wiggers/thugs, actually. Although, I do enjoy their music a damn sight more than I enjoy that shit they like to call rap. Punks can really stick out in a crowd. In some cases, look for outrageous hair. Odd haircuts, or strange colours. Things like that. I'm afraid I know less about punks than I do about some other types of people, but I shall attempt a little more research into the subject.

Why they suck: Shitty music, and they just tend to irritate me.

Next let's go to goths.

How to spot a goth:
Oh, this is easy. Look for somebody that never seems happy and wears black all the time. Or somebody that's a male, but wears eyeliner. Yep. You've got yourself a goth!

Hrm...Not quite sure what to say about goths either. They can sometimes be confused with punks. I'm not entirely sure what they listen to, but it's probably better that way. Very dark and depressed and all of that other shit. I'll attempt a little research into this as well, and get back to you.

Why they suck: Too goddamn dark. I mean, I like black clothing, but please! There's gotta be a limit!

Next we've got your...

Nerds/geeks. Now THIS is easy.

How to spot a nerd/geek:
First off, look for glasses. A large number of pencils/pens/markers? Try to listen to what they're saying. Talking about computers and video games? That's a nerd/geek right there. Fashion senses differ a lot here. The classic geek look is the button-shirt, but there's a lot of geeks and nerds out there that dress normally. Although, if you note anybody wearing a shirt that was ordered from a webcomic or some other webthing, then you've got a geek/nerd, or somebody that's friends with one.

What's to say? We fucking rule. Becoming completely necessary in this cyber-world of ours. A world where people consider themselves computer literate because they can run MSN. They don't know jack shit about what makes their computer tick. If it stopped working, what would they do? WHAT WOULD THEY DO?! Go to a nerd or a geek, of course. We'll fix it.

Now, please note that just because you know a thing or two about computers, that doesn't make you a geek or a nerd. And if you enjoy Star Trek, that doesn't make you a nerd. There's gotta be a combination of things.

It pisses me off to see people think that they're geeks or nerds just because they know a bit about computers, watch sci fi, and use computers for shitty websites and MSN. You're a wannabe. And I know for a fact that this implies to some people that read/use to read this blog.

Can you program? Hm? Can you read OOTS, and laugh at it with a real understanding of what's going on? Do you have a disturbing fascination with 20-sided dice? Then you're probably a nerd. But if you can't, you might wanna do a little research. And set your status to busy on MSN. Don't want any distractions.

Why they suck: We don't. We are the true rulers of this world. Wannabe's, though, THEY suck.

Next, we have religious nuts.

How to spot them:
Constantly quoating bible-verses? Telling you that whatever you're doing is against their religion, or that it's wrong? Religious paraphanelia? Cross-necklace? These can be signs.

I have no problem with religious people. But when they become religious nuts, I don't wanna fucking hear it. I don't care if what I'm doing is bad according to the way YOU live your life. It's fine by mine. There are, of course, some religions that just piss me off without real reason. FUCKING BUDDHISTS. WHERE'S YOUR BUDDHA NOW?!?!?!

Why they suck: Shoving their religion down your throat when you don't give a rat's ass.

As far as I can remember, we only have one left.

Sluts.

How to stop a slut:
Oh, this is too easy. Look for a female wearing very little clothing. Flaunting her cleavage. With a different guy every week. You've got yourself a slut right there!

I used to think that you couldn't really be a slut without actually fucking people. I have since changed my perspective. If you're going to go around making out with guys, people that you barely know, strangers, and keep changing guys all the time, you're a slut. If you've been CALLED a slut, there's probably a reason behind it. Maybe you should re-evaluate the way you live your life. And maybe you should raise your standards a little bit, stop sticking your tongue in every mouth that presents itself to you.

If you have made out with four DIFFERENT people in the period of one month, then you are a slut. I don't care what you say. That makes you a slut. If you go to a party and make out with some guy you've never met before then, and possibly even go further, you are a slut.

Deny it all you like, that doesn't make it any less true.

Why they suck: Heheheheheheheheh. Suck. Get it? Oh...Oh, that's good. Anyways, they suck because there's no challenge. Anybody can have them. And it doesn't mean anything to them.

Right, I think that's about it for tonight...Oh, I never did a run-down of my day!

Yeah, I went to see Episode 3. It was FUCKING AWESOME. Afterwards, I played DDR at the Galaxy. Good times.

Yeah, that was my day.

If there's any types of people YOU'D like to hear categorized, leave a post! I was gonna add jocks, but I should have gone to bed a few minutes ago!

May this post stir up contraversy and piss people off of all the groups mentioned above!

Until next time,
Parts of this post were written with REAL people in mind. See if you can guess who they are!
~Kataron

The Rocking Grounds

Shazam!

Yeah. It's me.

Uhh...My day was...uneventful? I was supposed to go to a party-type dealy, but I was feeling sick, so I didn't...

I didn't get up until at least noon thirty. Which was about an hour and a half later than I usually get up. I was surprised. But yeah.

I also rented that Mercenaries game. You know. The one from the commercials. Where they all talk about blowing stuff up. That one. Yeah...It's pretty cool. But I have a major problem with games wherein you can blow all sorts of things up, but can't knock over a fucking tree. I mean, honestly. How the fuck can I smash into some sort of vehicle, COMPLETELY DESTROY it, and still not be able to smash down a little tree? In a fucking TANK?! Fuck you.

Yeah...I also created a new Nation State. The Commonwealth of...uhh...Joldukan, or something like that. Random keyboard mashing. I asked Greg for assistance with a motto, and this was our conversation:

Me: Help me come up with a motto for my country.
Greg: What does your country stand for?
Me: Uhhh....Liberalism. The currency is tokens, and the national animal is midgets.
Greg: Aren't midgets people too?
Me: NO.
Greg: I see...How about 'Liberally discriminate against the token short guy!'?
Me: I like it. I'm using it.
Greg: Wow, satire is wasted on you, isn't it?

Yep. Good times. I knew he wasn't being serious with his suggestion, but I still like it. I mean, some other country mottos where I live include 'If the sloths don't eat it, ship it to Michigan!' and 'HAIL KATARON!'.

I'm happy 'cause Kataron is no longer a psychotic dictatorship. It's now a 'Father knows best' state. :) AND WHO'S YOUR DADDY?!?!?!?! ME!

Yeah...I just got one about some people finding gold in a lake. I had three options.

A) I takes the gold and makes it mine.

B) I let them keep their gold.

C) I say 'Hey, fuck you. Leave that damn gold where it is, you'll fuck up the lake. Fuckers.' but with less swearing.

So I picked A. It's not that I just want the gold. It's more the matter that it was found on a lake within government property. Had it been their property, I would be more than happy to let them keep the gold. But as it is, the gold belongs to me. It's like miners coming along one day and digging in your backyard. They discover a rich oil vein. Is it theirs, because they randomly came along and dug it up? Fuck no. You own the goddamn land, it's yours. What the fuck were they doing there in the first place? Goddamn miners.

Yeah, so I'm going to see Episode Three tomorrow. FINALLY. I'm going with Eric, Dave, and Andrew. It's gonna be awesome. Even if I'm sick, I'm going. I don't care if I have the black plague, I'm still going. I wanna see that fucking movie.

Goddamn uneventful weekends. I can never think of things to rant about, 'cause I never do anything. Hopefully, with summer school and probably a job or something, I shall keep ye all entertained over the period of time etc. Yeah, I couldn't be bothered to finish that sentence. You all know where it was going. And if you don't, then holy fuck, you're stupid.

And with that, I bid you fuck off. I mean...Good night.

Until next time,
No, I was right the first time. Fuck off.
~Kataron

Shadows Of Ourselves

Righty-o.

Let's go through every goddamn intricate detail of my day, SHALL WE?!

Wandered before class.

And at what I estimate to be 8:58 am, I gave up on the female that I've mentioned in a few previous posts. I give no details on this, 'cause if I wanted you to know, I probably would have told you or are planning to tell you.

Then Calc. Yeah...Kinda a blur. Learned something about...graphs...or...yeah, something like that.

Then break. This is where things began getting interesting. Walking to my locker with Jared, I decided that EVERYBODY could just go fuck themselves. I'm slightly entertained by the precise timing of my exclamation of this, but unless you're Jared, you don't know when that was. So I made it my mission to let the people know that they could all go fuck themselves. Yeah. I went to the caf at that point, telling people along the way that they could all go fuck themselves. Once I reached the caf I realized 'By the Gods! I need a tally!' and then it was clear to me that I needed to make this tally on my arm with green sharpie. I wandered again, letting more people know that they could go fuck themselves, and marked it down as I said it. I stopped by Colleen and company, and told them all to fuck themselves. Alyssa(I'm not entirely sure how to spell it, and I don't entirely care, so we're just gonna assume it's like this, 'KAY?!) commented on how much nicer was I a couple days ago, and I don't remember my reply. Once I'd told them all to go fuck themselves, the bell rang, they went to class, and I went back to the caf, telling more and more people.

Right. Second was somewhat interesting. They were tracing people off of an overhead onto the new grad wall. Jared being one of them. At some point in the period, after a couple Cokes, I decided that the floor was out to get me. And thus I walked on chairs. I spread them out using my feet, from other chairs, and at one point had a clear path around a large portion of the caf. It was glorius! Until people came and took my path away. Those bastards. But I was off the ground for a good half an hour. And the times were good! Got EXTREMELY wired.

Just like I'm extremely wired right now!

Then came programming. Much goodness! I got Swing to work and show a picture of a pie. It was glorius! And Jared bought Bawls for everyone in our group. He had actually wandered off at some point during second to get them. When I noted his absence, numerous times, I was told that he had gone to the bathroom, and I commented on how much of a girl he was. I was far too wired to put two and two together. But had I been at a normal state of mind, I surely would have. Especially as he questioned me on whether or not I thought the other group members wold all be here today, the previous night on MSN. Aye. So yeah. Got Swing to do a picture. That's exciting for me. Got a bit of applause from Mitch. w00t.

Then lunch...Uhh....What happened...Oh yes, the majority of lunch was spent outside in the quad with females. Nothing of eventfullness happened.

Then during last, I met up with Kate who did not look or feel good. She wanted to go sit down somewhere. I had been planning on going and buying food, but this seemed more important, so I took her to the library, where we met up with Tamara and somebody else with a name that I can neither remember nor spell (if I DID remember it). We hung out there for the rest of the period. Kate napped a bit, and was just generally unhealthy. The rest of us looked at some prom pics, magazines, and looked at some videos they have there. They have a series called 'Brain Sex'. That entertained me. I want to watch it now. Then the period ended and probably some other stuff happened but I don't remember. The lack of commas and the like in that sentence was purposeful, by the way.

Then I was home...Cartoons...Other generic tv stuffs...Then Youth Group. Oh, yes! By the way, the final count was sixty-six. I told sixty-six people to go fuck themselves. Much fun!

But yeah, youth group. Generic hanging out, Dave and I went for a wander in the Cons, came back for card games, pizza, and probably some other stuff that I don't really remember all that well. The incredibly amount of caffieine I had consumed earlier was then taking it's toll on me. By the end, anyways, I was in horrible down-time. Not even more Coke would have an immediate effect on it. It clearly had an effect over time though, 'cause I'm really fucking wired right now.

Yeah. Ah, yes, I have a few random things I wanted to rant about tonight.

Let's just go through it in the order it is on the list...

First, Valedictorian. We got to nominate people a couple days ago, and the final three are Griesy(sp?), Claire Ferguson(sp?), and Ginger. I nominated the Jew. Good old Jew. And I intend to do so again next time. Don't want no vegan giving that speech dealy or whatever the fuck it is. But yeah. Now that it's been narrowed down to three, there'll be another vote sometime next week. GO JEW-BOY!

Neeeeeeeeext! Ah, yes...The Mystery of Mary Devlin. You see, Mary approached Jared and myself at the after-party, and commented on certain aspects of our lives. She seemed to know of Cypher, and she mentioned programming. Then the other day after the mini-hillside event, she commented on my bible. We're not sure just how she became so well versed in our lives. I find it somewhat creepy, somewhat flattering. I can only assume that she does not read my blog, as when questioned as to it, she was not sure what a blog was. And though she is not telling us the source of her information, she does not seem the type to lie about such things. So yes. We're trying to work out exactly how she knows what she does. Once it has been resolved, expect something on here with a paragraph starting with 'Mystery Solved!' or some garbage like that.

NEXT.

Ah, yes. My hatred of Buddhists. Goddamn Buddhists. They just piss me off. With their fat Buddha. Bastards. Well, more-so two piss me off, and one of them told me today that she was no longer a Buddhist. But the other one pisses me off, the one that I refer to as 'The Buddhist'. I told him AGAIN (for well over the hundredth time) today that I hated him, and then called upon Ryan and/or Dave to justify my hatred. They aptly stated that it was because he was a Buddhist. Then he said something about wasn't that illegal or some garbage like that. Psh. It can't be illegal for me to hate somebody. The government can most certainly not control whom I do or do not like. The cops aren't gonna bust in and this following conversation will never occur:

Cops: You there. We've been hearing that you hate this Buddhist.
Me: Yeah, sounds about right. Fucking Buddhist.
Cops: Well...Stop hating him.
Me: No.
Cops: DO IT! LIKE HIM! LIKE THE BUDDHIST!
Me. NO! You can't make me!
Cops: That's it, we're taking you to the slammer for dislike somebody!
Me: The fuck? Who uses the word slammer anymore?! That word hasn't been used in fucking years! Get the with times, man!

Yeah. That's how it WOULD go down if it were illegal for me to hate The Buddhist because he worships some fat guy. And fuck you, I know they don't exactly worship that fat dude, but I can say whatever the fuck I want. So you can all go fuck yourselves.

NEXT!

Ah, yes! I like this one. So, I'm thinking about setting up a PayPal account on here. Something so that people can donate money if they are so inclined. If I did that, and if people did donate money, they would be reward. Probably by some outrageous and entertaining action on my part. Yep. I figure even if I make a few bucks, it's better than nothing!

Righty-O! Last point that I have an arrow beside, meaning to mention as soon as possible...Ah, yes. This one. This got me on the bus. Right...Fat chicks should NOT wear shirts that show off their belly. That's just disturbing. Nobody wants to see that. Fuck, if people DO want to see that, that's what the internet is for. You don't go around and make other people see that shit. Fucking gross. Yes. This struck me as I looked over at a female sitting across the way from me (give or take), and noticed her belly showing under her shirt. 'twas a large belly that stuck out. Needless to say, I was not impressed. But yes. Fat chicks and revealing of the belly do not mix! Keep that in mind, dammit!

Ohhhh, here's another one that doesn't have an arrow.

Now, as a bunch of people might already know of this, I was only informed yesterday. At the mini-hillside, it was brought to my attention (near the end) that Cafe Aquarius had closed.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Take that, you fucking vegans! Score one for the carnivores! Yeah. I found that absolutely fucking hilarious. Bloody brilliant. Goddamn vegans.

But yeah. I think I'm about done here. Hrm...The past couple days (as far as I can remember, anyway), this last paragraph or so has been about the female. But as of 8:58, Friday the third of whatever the fuck month we're in (I dunno, check the time stamp or whatever), I fucking give up. Fuck it.

God dammit, I fucking hate crushes. So much uncertainty. Never knowing how the person feelings about you, etc, etc, fucking bullshit, all of it. That's why I've been trying to just rid myself of my last few crushes. This one didn't seem to want to go away, but now I think I can get rid of it. It's just a little more painful than it could have been. But oh well. It could have been worse.

Anyways, it's nearing two in the morning, and I've seen this last bit of The Frighteners like...a hundred and fifty goddamn million times, so I'm just gonna go to bed.

Until next time,
If the sloths don't eat it, ship it to Michigan! (courtesy of the great Rion)
~Kataron

As The Rush Comes

Yeah.

So, starting off the day, I grabbed all the change I could find around the house for the last save The Future today. We ended up raising two hundred dollars. That was pretty cool. Yeah. That was most of Calculus...

Well, before that I wandered a bit and hung around with Luke and Colleen's friends for a while. Yeah.

Then Calc, then break, then second. Second was as second always is, with much crotch-pointing and sexual comments. Oh yes. They were also setting up for the Mini-Hillside.

During third, we convinced Mr. Kaune to let us go on a field trip to the quad. So we went there and watched Mini Hillside. It was awesome. And Mr. Kaune was awesome for letting us go. The musics were greatness.

Yeah...I was there through third, lunch, and then through part of fourth. Fun stuff. Then Jared didn't go to Data Management, and later realized he had a test. HA! But he did buy me Coke. 'cause I donated alls my Coke money to Save The Future. Yep.

Then eventually I was back home, tv for a while, more tv, dinner with tv, then I wandered around for a while. Went through the cons, then came back and wandered around some streets on the other side of town. Ran into my cousin, Jevan. Well, more accurately, he almost ran into me. In a truck. Well, MORE accurately, he pulled his truck really close to me as I was walking down the street and we talked for a bit as he drove slowly. He was driving some sort of female-type home (cute, I might add), and we spoke of a few things. Then he was gone and I continued.

Then I was home. Then I found RP forums. I'm looking into getting back into RP. Ah...I had some good times with my RP homies. I shouldn't let my entire RP experience be ruined by a couple boards populated by bastards and dirty fucking whores.

Yep.

*grabs notebook*

Yeah, there's a whole bunch of things I've wanted to rant about but could never remember.

Ah...Yes...I have an arrow beside this one 'cause I wanted to mention it tonight. I have named my wang. My wang is now known as the KataWang! YES! FEAR THE KATAWANG! I just love adding Kata to things.

Yeah, I have a ton of other things in the notebook, but it's that time again. And I must sleep. They shall all be explained in time.

Oh, and I'm still working on the female problem. Trying to work out an intricate plan. But a large step has just been made! Yes, I am pleased. Well, preperations for the step are underway, I am just waiting for the right time to implement it. And thus I am pleased. :)

Until next time,
Huzzah! Let us raise our flagons in truimph!
~Kataron

The Dark Messenger

Shalom!

Interesting day today.

Well, it started out piss-ass-sucky. I had an incredibly horrible sleep last night. Brutal, even. I kept waking up, and having horrible dreams. And whenever I woke, my blankets were in odd positions. It was damnably annoying. And I woke with a pounding headache and a VERY sore throat. I was afraid that I had lost my voice, it was so bad. I was considering staying home I was feeling so shitty, but Jared brought the suits today. It was an experience I could not miss. Luckily, I felt better as the day progressed.

I kept my eyes closed and headphones on for most of the bus ride, as my brain was broken and I didn't want to talk. Mellow musics at low volumes. I also nabbed the last Advil that had been at my house shortly before leaving. HA! Take that, somebody! Yeah...So I kinda wandered for a bit, talked to a few people, then Jared got there. WITH THE SUITS. YEAH! FUCK YEAH! We changed in the bathroom and wandered for a bit. And I swear, just on my way to Calculus, I got two 'That's hot's. Two people said it was hot. Just on the way to Calculus. Two random people that I didn't know. Booyah. Stopped to pose for a picture with Jared and Ms. Tremblay. Then we went to Calculus, and people seemed to enjoy our outfits. Calc was Calc, as it often is. I took the Advil during this period.

Then break, where we wandered more. I went to the caf, dropped off my backpack, then went out in search of ladies. Got more comments, found some ladies, got a high-five (from a lady), and ended up back in the caf. Hung out with Ryan, Dave, and Jared. Good times. The conversation itself escapes me.

Then programming. During it's beginning, Mr. Kaune took us outside the classroom to take a couple pictures of us, then we went back to the programming. I still haven't learned Swing, and it's REALLY starting to irritate me. DAMN YOU, SWING! DAMN YOU TO THE DEEPEST BOWLS OF HELL!

Then came lunch, most of which was spent outside with the females. Nothing really of note to comment on here. At least, as far as I can remember...

Then last period, wherein I Cyphered for a while. I found myself at level four, finished ALL the single player missions, and ended up being rank 48. Now rank 53, but that's pretty goddamn good. I'm currently ranked above 14 members in the Faction, including the founder, but I'm still a 'newb'. BLASPHEMY! I DEMAND TO BE A MEMBER! Ye shall all perish by mine hand!

Then I...uhhh...Oh, right, wandered around with James and Mitch. Went to Tim Horton's, then to a pizza place and yeah. Then we were back at school. I retrieved my pants from the computer room. That's right. MY PANTS. COMPUTER ROOM. *pelvic thrust* Booyah. Then I hung out with Kate a bit, then went to my locker. Jared had his meeting to go to, so I hung with Eric.

As far as I can remember, not much else happened for a bit.

Got home, Teen Titans, other generic television programs...uhh...Dinner...Andromeda...Then I went on my walk. Wandered through the cons, and ended up finding James, Mitch, Tamara, and Paul. God I hate Paul. I've always hated Paul. Fucking moron. Yeah. I plugged my headphones into Mitch's Palm, and we listened to music off that for a while. He has some CRAZY SHIT on there. He has a crazytacular emulator on there. Plays great games, like Playstation and SNES games. Yeah. Fuck yeah. Anyways, plugged headphones into that and played some interesting music. Then we wandered up to the Old Mill, and sat near the top of it. Then Paul apparently wanted to get back at James for tossing his empty backpack off of a cliff earlier in the night, and chucked his hat over the ledge. Landed just short of the water. Feeling angry at this, James threw HIS hat over the edge. Paul had already gotten retribution for the throwing of the empty backpack, not that it really mattered at all, BEING EMPTY. Paul's hat landed in the water. James and Paul both took off to try to reach James' hat first, and Paul entered the area first. Mitch had prepared for this possibility, and jumped down like...fifteen feet (that's what they were saying at the time, I'm no good with measurements), and grabbed his hat. Then Paul attacked Mitch to try to get the hat. He couldn't take Mitch, of course, but at some point or another, he managed to snatch the hat. He subsequently tossed that into the water. He continued to scuffle with both James and Mitch. James in the end recieved a minor leg wound in the form of a scratch. And during the tussle, Paul managed to snatch something ELSE out of James' pockets and toss it into the water. Though he had again already gotten retribution for the hat. James got pissed off, Paul left, and the remaining four of us wandered away.

Yep.

So, they're working on a Conan-based MMORPG. Interesting. But I'd prefer a He-Man one. I fucking love He-Man. I'm not too familiar with the Conan universe, but the universe of He-Man has a beautiful blend of magic and technology that I've always admired. I mean, you've got sorcerers and robots. How sweet is THAT?! Pretty goddamn sweet! But yeah. Just figured I'd mention that on here.

And you know what else? I fucking LOVE Asian people. I'm not entirely sure why. I just love them. They're so cool. I mentioned this during second, and Dave said 'Thank you'. Before I knew his name, I often referred to him as 'Ryan's Asian Companion'. Yes...But Asian people are just so cool. Unless they're cute Asian girls and they're watching you play DDR at Playdium. Then you get nervous. Especially if you've been doing it for like...ten-fifteen minutes and suck ass at it. Yeah...That happened to me. I wasn't particularly fond of the experience. Although, I do likes the Asian girls. Well, I likes most girls. The female-types.

Yeah...Still working on a way to try to do something about these feelings I have for another certain female-type, which I have to work out and implement before school ends and that's pretty goddamn soon. Blargh. I'm not good at this sort of thing. Not good at this sort of thing at all. If you read this and want to know more, ask me. There's an incredibly good chance I won't tell you. Especially if you're James. He always blackmails me with such information. Bastard! Anyways, yes.

Asian people are so cool.

You know what PISSES ME OFF?!?!?! When people sit in my fucking seat on the bus. That's my goddamn seat. That's my goddamn seat and they fucking KNOW IT. I've been sitting there for four goddamn years. Well, I started out in the seat opposite it, but found that I liked the other side better. And so it has been mine for nearly four fucking years. Four years. That seat is mine and mine alone. I shall crush the infidels that insist on sitting in my seat! I have claimed my territory in every way that it is possible to claim one's territory! They shall rue the day they crossed Kataron!

I should legally have my name changed to Kataron. Kataron TheMighty. That'd be sweet. And if they ever read it backwards as some do, it would sound like 'The Mighty Kataron'. Yeah. That'd be fuckin' sweet. Mind you, I'd never ever ever ever ever get a female-type if I did that. I mean, there's nerd-dom, but there's a limit before you become uber-creepy. Adopting your handle as your real name crosses that line. Plus then I'd be easy to track. Not that I'm hard to track now...I mean, I've got this blog. Yeah. Anonymity at it's finest.

To an extent, I fear going to sleep. I fear that it will be like last night, and I will wake up feeling like shit. Oh well...It's gotta happen sometime.

Until next time,
FUCK I wish I could play the accordian.
~Kataron