Wild Arms Theme

Okay, yesterday I commented on how I don't really discuss politics on here.

How 'bout we discuss the Chinese Government a bit, hm?

Fucking bastards. That's what they are. Goddamn bastards. You know what they're currently trying to do? They're trying to implement a system that limits the amount of time that people can play on-line games to three hours. Three consecutive hours, then you gotta stop. What the fuck? They're trying to fight on-line addiction or some shit like that. Yeah, fuck you. Do you really think you could stop the hardcore gamers? I mean, that's even more difficult than trying to implement something like that here. Because there? Everybody's Asian. Asians are video game Gods. That's just how it works. It's in the genes or something. And do you really think you can limit them? Do you think you're helping anybody? You're dumb. That's why over a thousand gamers signed that petition against it. If I lived in China, I'd sign it to. But I'm glad I don't. Bastards.

Yeah. Good old Chinese politics.

But man, I love Asian people. Why? I dunno. They're cool. They're just...Cool.

WHOA! I was writing a post in here. I got distracted by stuff. Yeah.

What else is there to rant about tonight? Hmmmmm....

I wish I could do kickass rants like last night but EVERY NIGHT. That'd rule. But I run out of topics quickly unless I'm really wired.

Man...School's starting again in less than a week. I need to acquire like...thirty dozen new notebooks. 'cause I'm a notebook addict. I needs them. I should have about half a dozen this year. And each for different stuff. I used to have to use one as a diary of sorts, saying things that I didn't want anybody on here to know about, but now I have another blog for that. Muahahaha.

But I still need my notebooks for other stuff. I don't like to mix my ramblings and my school notes. It just doesn't fit well.

And oh my, I had a lot of ramblings in my other notebook. My war against the undead...My reality television show...Things I needed to blog about...Shit, all sorts of crazy things.

So I need a bunch more of those. In a variety of colours.

I kinda want to get in some fights at school. Now that I know people have my back. Though, I'd do it with or without them. Never have been beaten up before...It might make for an interesting experience. And if people piss me off too much, I might have to introduce them to the business end of Banjo.

Man...My Sims in The Sims 2 are all such sluts. My latest one is in college, and she's getting her mark up by making out with the teacher. Booyah! My teacher's in love with me. And I'm a total bitch. I also have two other characters in college. One lives with Rick and Eric, and another lives in a dorm and is always trying to get with the ladies.

Speaking of the ladies. I'm a very lonely guy. I need a girlfriend. I intend to acquire one at some point throughout this school year. Though this might prove somewhat difficult. As I'm...Well, me. Never been good with the ladies. But by the Gods, I'm going to try.

I should have business cards printed up with my blog url on it.

...My blog needs a logo. Something cool. Anybody wanna design me a logo? We'll make it a contest. Winner gets...I dunno, something. I'll figure something out. Yeah. So anybody that wants to try their hand at designing a logo for Katablog, feel free. Feel encouraged. Just do it.

So yeah. I should have business cards printed up. With my asofyet undecided logo, my name (Being Kataron, of course. Don't wanna have it as Nate.), the url, and...I dunno, I need a title or something. Supreme Overlord. Professional Hitman. The Zombie Master. Fuck, I should have different ones printed up with different titles on them.

Oh right. Blog post. Got distracted by some old webcomics.

...

If I was a video game character, what would I be? An RPG character, of course. I wouldn't be a main character. I'd be an optional one. Sorta hidden. With a detailed backstory about how I lost my family or something and learned how to fight in some place with monks or something. And...uhh...Memory loss. Yeah.

I'd have different fighting styles. Sometimes I'd fight with my bare hands. Sometimes I'd use an oversized sword, either very thick or very long, but never both. Sometimes I'd use two pistols. Sometimes I'd use a rifle that fires single shots with deadly accuracy. And sometimes I'd just throw death from my hands.

I'd have access to a special kind of magic, very evil and dark. That would be disconcerting to the others in the group, but I would chalk it up to memory loss and say that I don't know where they came from. I'd have flashbacks where the player controlled me. Everything there would be black and white. You'd learn all about my backstory and how I was evil and stuff.

Then I'd be confronted about it and have to fight three other members of the party. If they lost, I'd go back to being evil and be a recurring villian throughout the rest of the game. If they won, I'd be all good and shit and my outfit would change from something dark to something more whitish. No mention of my evil ways would be brought up again throughout the entire game.

I'd have a kickass special that changes depending on my weapon. I'd always have a witty remark to say, but I wouldn't always say it. I'd be quiet, reserved, I would speak in riddles.

I'd have a kickass opening video where I'm standing around or something and my long hair is blowing in the wind and then I turn and my face is seen and then I'd charge the party and attack them for no reason.

Or...

I'd be in a bar. And they'd find me trying to score with some random NPC. When approached by the party, I would pay them no heed unless they had certain attractive party members in the party at the time. Lewd comments would be made, I'd get slapped, and then I'd follow the party around for the rest of the game.

I'd be pretty cool. I'd have a catchphrase, something in another language that meant something deep and meaningful, but I'd never explain exactly what it meant.

I would be KATARON!

Want to know who you'd be in a video game? Leave a comment and I'll tell ya. 'cause I'm cool like that.

I should run for something. I dunno. Some political office. Why? Something to do. I'd have a bogus campaign built up on lies and deception. I'd lie through my teeth at every given opportunity, but occasionally drop purposeful remarks that seem to contradict everything I've said. That'd be funny. Then if I did get elected, I'd just sit around and do nothing. I'd make horrible decisions whenever forced to make one, and I'd make occasional public appearances. And as the public appearances progressed, I would change, each appearance more strange than the next. Eventually I would come out in very clashing clothes not worn properly and speak nonsense and laugh at people.

That'd be sweet.

I still need to print up those t-shirts. Seth said he'd wear one to his new school. I wonder where he's going. Eric seems to be trying to go to St. James this year. I'll see if I can force him to wear one on one of his casual days.

If anybody else is interested in a t-shirt, drop me a line and let me know. If you want to join the religion of Kataron's blog, I'll even include your position on the shirt. Priest, High Priest, or whatever else you decide. Eh? EH?! Yeah.

I think I'm gonna start on a new Kataron post. Don't expect it to be finished tonight, though. Getting tired. And it might not be up tomorrow either, as my plans are now to hang out with Seth. I just need to get a few things worked out. If it all goes peachy, I might crash at his place and then hang out with him the next day too. I intend to be back for youth group though, as I missed last week's due to Jared's partay.

Yes. I go now. Where, you ask? TO THE MOON, ALICE!

Until next time,
Psh. You call that a disease. Sissy.
~Kataron

Zombies. Living dead, or just misunderstood?

Right, here goes again. I would have done this earlier, but some bastards (ie Jared and Rick) didn't post. Aren't they bastards? Yeah, they're bastards. My blog and all things that reside in it should come before all other parts of life! Before work, before play, before hygiene, before LOVE! You shouldn't even go to the bathroom without checking to see if maybe I've updated, or if there's a new comment. I AM THE CENTRE OF THE UNIVERSE!

Now...Where was I? Ah yes...Zombies.

Ryan and Jared:

The woman looks you both up and down. She notes a bulge coming from the pants of Ryan, and smirks. She assumes it is something else, something that isn't a pink thong belonging to her.

"I suppose I could arm both of you boys. But I don't think it's safe to stick around here all that much longer. I'll teach both of you how to use a gun."



She hands each of you a pistol, and one extra clip for each gun. She teaches you how to reload and fire these guns. Just as she finishes, three new zombies burst into the room. She stands back and gestures towards them.

"Show me what you've learned, boys. I'm always here if things get too...difficult for you."



DAVE:

Oh right...You were going to the house. Oh well. The zombies still stand. You find an entrance to the room, but freeze in your tracks. Three zombies enter the room. Another waits outside and does not enter the room. You hear a woman's voice coming from inside the house. You assume that she is the one that fired the gun earlier, and that she is capable of defending herself. But the problem remains of the zombie that seems to be standing guard outside of the door, preventing you from getting in.

Though...You do have that handy axe of yours. Perhaps now's a good chance to test it out.

Eric:

Stealth skill succeeds. Just barely. Rolled an eleven. You see an unknown amount of zombies within the room, currently consuming a human body. This is the first you have actually seen of these zombies. They don't notice you, but you are forced to stop looking to ensure that they do not notice your presence.

Unfortunately, you do not find any cleaning solutions that will go boom. The store seems to have been out of them. Meaning that I only rolled a five. You have a gun and some ammo, but you're not sure how many zombies are back there, and you're unsure of their capabilities and limitations. Do what you will.

Rick/Greg:

Rick walks out and joins Greg, seeing Nate standing there holding a gun and pointing it in their general direction. The man laughs briefly, and the lowers his gun to his side, though keeping it in his hand, and keeping his finger on the trigger.

"You boys look like you could use a hand. Times like these, people need to stick together. I left a couple of other guys at a place down the street, where they'll be safe. I think. If you're interested, we could join up with them and find a way out of this crazy place before we're ripped to pieces and eaten. Or I could leave you here to let you fight the zombies on your own. Or...I could shoot you both now and save you from a fate that is far, far worse than death. And decide quickly, will you? I haven't got all night."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

w00t, finally some zombie killin'. I've been waiting for this just as much as you have. I just had to set the scene, get things ready. Make sure you all had weapons. And don't worry Rick and Greg. You'll be facing zombies of your own soon enough.

You may comment now. But beware! For now that I have found my dice again, the element of chance has risen in this game! You live or die by the dice. If you are lucky, you may survive. If not....Well, if not, I think the consequences are fairly obvious.

Hotel California

Yeah...There won't be a new zombie post tonight. People have finally gotten around to commenting, but I have too much shit on my mind to do justice to a zombie post. And it's not even new shit, either. It's the same old stuff that won't leave me alone.

And you know what? I'm sick of being a pushover. I'm a pushover with everything. People can control me far too easily. And I'm fucking tired of it.

That's why, in this new school year that is starting, I'm not going to take shit from anybody. If you wanna fuck with me, I'll make you wish you didn't. See, I'm gonna be at the top of the fuckin' food chain. In my extra year. Aside from teachers and those creepy older students, I'm going to be among the oldest students in the school. So fuck it. Fuck the people younger than me. If they wanna screw with me, I'll make them regret it.

In grade 12:

One day, I was wearing my suit. My fancy red suit. I was looking for people during one lunch our, and while going through the quad, some punkass grade 11 from a table of them threw an apple core at me. It left a mark on my pants. I walked off without saying anything to them.

How I'd handle it THIS YEAR:

I'd go up to them and demand to know who threw the apple core. I'd swear. I'd threaten. I'd take the apple core with me and throw it in the face of whoever threw it at me. If they wouldn't tell me who threw it, I'd throw it at a random person and tell them all to go fuck themselves. If they persisted, I might hit a few with my cane.

And what would they do? Beat me up? Fuck 'em. I would at least be able to hold my own in a fight, and I have a lot of pent up aggression that's just YEARNING to be unleashed on some poor unsuspecting fool. Not to mention a complete disregard for my own safety. So I wouldn't care if I got beaten up or not.

I'm just not gonna take shit from anybody anymore. I'm done with it.

And I'm still very bugged by this whole Alyssa situation. I haven't seen her or spoken to her in about a week and a half, gaining on two weeks now. I'm not sure whether or not she reads this, but at the moment, I'm at the point where I don't care. I suppose that I had always thought the friendship meant a little more than it did. It clearly didn't actually mean that much, though. She doesn't give a damn about it or me anymore, from all I can tell. As you can probably tell, I'm rather bitter about the whole thing. I don't see how somebody can claim to be one of your best friends and then abandon you while you're depressed, pretty much because you're depressed. That just seems very fucked to me. And I have a feeling she's not going to come back and want to be friends again.

I feel very bitchy tonight.

So let the bitching continue!

Fuck you, Bob. Just...Fuck you. I haven't said that in a while. I hope you're happy with that cheating little tramp you got. I hope you both get lots of diseases. And I hope your tiny little dick falls off. And...That the Bitch grows one. Heh. That'd be funny. Cocksucking whorebitch.

Fuck Texans in general. If you're reading this, and you're Texan...HOLY SHIT. YOU CAN READ. That's fucking amazing! You must have one of the highest IQ's in the state! Seriously. You're all fucking shithead moron cocksuckers, and you all deserve to die slow and painful fucking deaths.

Yeah. So, Jared has been going over my site meter stuff, and some Texans found my blog. One found it by searching on Yahoo for 'black midgets fucking'. I'm number ten on that list. You stupid shithead Texan. Go die. I'm also apparently number six on the search for "san andreas nude stripper mods". Another Texan. What, do you think my blog is gonna have porn or something? You dumb fucking retards. This is a blog, not a porn site. See the title? Kataron's BLOG? Notice that it's NOT "Hot Teens Fucking XXX Britney Spears Cheerleader Lesbians Amateurs". YEAH. DO YOU FUCKING SEE THAT? You fucking moron Texan shithead motherfucking asshole bitches. All Texans should just drop dead where you stand. The world would be a hell of a lot better off.

Aww...Did I offend some of my Texan readers? GOOD. I don't want your kind here. So go kill yourself in a ritualistic suicide. In fact...Offer your soul to Kataron's Blog. We accept souls now. Your souls would be dirty and tarnished, and they would probably smell like ass. But we accept them anyway. In fact, this blog will also now officially accept worshippers. Tired of the conventional Gods? Wanna try something different? Something strange? Wanna piss off your fundamentalist Christian parents? Worship my blog today! Bet you've never heard of that before. Blog worship. Sure, you've heard of people worshipping other people, maybe celebrities, maybe just the Earth. Yeah, you wanna worship dirt? Go ahead. If you wanna worship something wacky, worship my blog! Once we get enough worshippers and souls, I will be able to use this blog to channel the forces of nature and shit, and grant the worshippers MAGICAL POWERS! You want magical powers, don't you? Sign up today! And if you sign up before I change my mind, it's absolutely free! The potential for magic powers, free free FREE!

Any questions about how to go about worshipping this blog? Want to know what kind of sacrfices to do? Well, the answer to the latter question should be obvious...BABIES. They're not doing anything else productive, so why not offer their untainted soul to my blog? Seriously. They're not doing anything aside from consuming food, shitting out the consumed food, and crying. And with the current state of our society, they're pretty much already doomed to a life of depression and failure. Save them from all of that, and sacrifice them now, to my blog. For information on how to properly sacrifice a baby, leave a comment. And if you're hungry and looking for a snack, the soulless husks that were once babies work great. Jonathan Swift was really onto something there.

Interested in becoming a Priest of Kataron's Blog? Why not a HIGH Priest? The freakin' Blog Pope? Just go out recruiting readers. Give people my url. Tie them up and force them to go through my archives! Buy a t-shirt! Well...I don't have t-shirts. But if anybody expressed an interest and was willing to pay a small fee for one, I could have t-shirts made with my url on them. I was planning on making one for myself at some point anyway. In fact, if you want to worship this blog, buying a t-shirt is a damn fine way of advertising!

In fact, plans are already in the works to make t-shirts. Jared and I are making a t-shirt with the text 'Cash Only' on it. So I figure when we make that, we make a few with my blog url on it. If you want one, contact me. And you know you want one. And it's better if you go someplace other than Ross, so the word of my blog can spread through multiple schools. Like some sort of virus. But deadlier! I mean...uhh...Never you mind that bit.

The word of my blog must spread through the entire world!

I know what you're thinking. Something along the lines of 'My, he's an ambitious lad'. I love that word. Lad. Arc the Lad! Anyways, yes. Yes I am. I enjoy the thought of people reading what I have to say. It makes me feel important, ALMOST AS THOUGH I MATTER! But not quite.

At least I'm not bitching about all my problems on here. I have a seperate blog for that. It's already up to sixty or something posts. What can I say, I'm a troubled LAD.

You know, as of twelve days from now, my blog will be a year old. A whole FUCKING YEAR. I'll have been blogging for a year. That's just...Wow. And I've kept up with it. I have actually had the motivation to keep blogging for a whole goddamn year. Wow. Who would have thought that I could stick with ANYTHING that long? I certainly didn't! I mean, I usually have the attention span of a rock. Or a goldfish. Or a goldfish that's made of rocks. And even though they just sit around all day, don't think that they're attentive! They're so unpayingattention that they don't even notice when you throw them at hundred miles an hour at a generic target. That's me. You could hurl me at a hundred miles an hour at a target, and there's a 90% chance I wouldn't notice!

Wait...Forgot what I was talking about for a sec. A year. A whole fucking year. And on my one year blogversary (my fucking word, I'll spell it how I wanna.), I'm going to go through my ENTIRE YEAR of blogging and talk about everything I did wrong/right over that year! Which will be interesting...A real stroll through memory lane. Oh, and I don't recommend any of you going back to my beginning posts. That was back when I was with The Bitch. So my intelligence was being sapped by Texan. They're like parasites, really. They need to find a more intelligent host to keep going. But then they get bored of that and return to their inbreeding. And that's where Bush came from!

I don't talk about politics enough on here. Mostly 'cause I don't care. But there are so many other political blogs out there that just bitch about them. So I should do the same, just so that I might compete with them.

So here goes...

Politics suck. I mean, who the fuck cares? The government is corrupt. No matter what power is in the ruling position, it WILL be corrupt. You've just gotta get over that and stop caring. Oh, and vote. Because the level of corruption differs. Sometimes you end up with meh corruption. Sometimes you end up with Bush. God, what if Bush was the Prime Minister of Canada? Actually...That wouldn't be that bad. Well, for other countries. It'd suck raw middle-age yet still somehow pimply ass for us. But how the fuck would he invade anywhere? We're fuckin' CANADA. We don't do the whole war thing. Used to. I mean, it was a cool fad. Now we just hang around and be cool.

Fucking Americans.

But let's just say this now, war is sometimes a necessary thing, okay? You can't avoid conflict entirely. You just can't. Doesn't work. Because human nature dictates that we get pissed at people and bash their heads in. Especially if you're a dude. We're just prone to violence. It doesn't help that we've been raised in a very violent age. Not necessarily violence towards us, but in our media. Television, movies, even video games. Crush, kill, demolish. We can always seperate the differences between real life and these false realities, but we're just used to violence. It doesn't sicken or disgust us. Though...When I see something very violent, I still flinch, but mostly because I imagine that happening to me. The flinching is usually followed by an 'ooooh...' or a 'That's gotta hurt...' but then I laugh. Anyways, blah blah violence war isn't always bad, etc.

I'm tired of those fucking hippies. Oh, war is bad, violence is bad, let's all just wear tie dye and be FUCKING SISSIES. Yeah, you heard me. Hippies are fucking sissies. Like Buddhists. Fuck you, Buddhists! Goddamn Buddhists. Anyways, hippies piss me off. Because they don't affect change. They just bitch about shit. Serioulsy, shut the fuck up and get a haircut. See, I can say that 'cause I'm getting a haircut. I'll take before and after pics before I do it, so my readers from other places (namely the lovely Miss Slow) can see what it is that I actually look like.

Heh...I took pics a while back on my other compy that I meant to put on here. But then my keyboard broke and I just don't turn that compy on anymore. But by either my birthday or that of my blog, I'll put a picture of me up.

Reading through this, do my topics flow into each other? Looking back, I find it hard to see how I could have gotten here, but I know it all made sense to me as I was writing it all.

I've randomly decided that I am the reincarnation of somebody cool. Some guy that wore sunglasses a lot. Even indoors and at night. Who needs vision when you can have SHADES, right? Yeah. And he had a cool name. I don't know what it is, but DAMN. It was cool. And he had those things that he did. You know, the things. That he did. That others knew. And expected. Like...Catchphrases, but not so much phrases as actions. Catchactions. No, that sounds lame. Anyways. he had those. Cool ones. And he dressed cool, too. I am him. Reincarnated.

Wanna know who you're reincarnated from? Leave a comment and ask, I'll make some shit up! I mean..Not make shit up. See it. Mystically. And stuff. Yeah. Crystal ball and all that. Etc.

Dear Lord. I've ranted a lot tonight. Well, it helps. I feel a lot better than when I started. When I started, I was downright depressed. Now I'm happy. But...Tired. I should sleep. Or at least go lie down and stare at my ceiling until sleep takes me. I'll think about Kataron. I need to do a new chapter of that anyway. Or maybe I should concentrate on his world. I still need a whole system of Gods to put in. I need to decide what things are important enough to merit their own God. I could go the stereotypical route, with things like war, love, bullshit like that, but that's no fun. I like the Forgotten Realms style. Lotsa Gods. For things like...Strife. Murder. Death. Yeah, those are the ones I mostly know. 'cause they're CLEARLY the coolest.

Goddamn Zhentarim. I only expect a couple of you to get that remark. And if Jared doesn't, I'ma smack him in the person.

I think I'm done for the night...Expect a new zombie post tomorrow and maybe a new Kataron chapter.

Oooo, and nine days 'til my birthday! Yay! I'll be 18! Lottery tickets and porn, here I come! Somebody make plans with me for that day. I'll be Friday. I originally thought it was Sunday for some reason, but whatever reason it was is false. Friday. I probably won't be going to all (if any) of my classes, so other people should skip and hang with me. We'll do cool stuff. Promise.

And twelve days 'til my blog is one year old! Joy!

Word count up to the end of this sentence:

2540

Wow...I'm pathetic.

Until next time,
Why do people refer to it as 'taking a shit'? You're not really taking anything, are you? Giving would make a hell of a lot more sense to me...
~Kataron

Horror Movie Survival Guide

Okay...So I'm sitting around, and what do I find on tv? Scream 3. Not a great movie, but meh. It's a movie. And it occured to me, nobody ever knows what the fuck they're doing in these movies.

Example. Sidney's running around alone in a dark movie set with a thing of mace. And what is the killer in these movies famous for wearing? Why, that screaming mask. That's it, mace the mask. Fucking brilliant. GET A GUN.

I mean, honestly. If you're being hunted by a crazed killer, get a freaking weapon. Okay? I mean, these killers like to be dramatic. They like to use knives. You know what can counter a knife? IF YOU BLOW THE PERSON'S FUCKING HEAD OFF before they get a chance to stab you. A pistol, a shotgun, a rifle, a fucking speargun, SOMETHING. Mace doesn't cut it. Mace is for pansies. Mace will only stop them for a short while. Guns will make them dead. They want to make you dead. So why not get them first?

Guns are not -that- hard to come by. I mean, I have a dozen of them sitting around my house. Though, I don't think any of them work. Or have ammo. But still. I'm sure that if I really needed to find a working gun, I could. Until then, I would get a large fucking weapon. Not a can of fucking mace. But something large and smashy. Personally, I would use the lynxite(sp?) bat that is kept by my door. Used to beat the shit out of convicts in prison. I think I'd be relatively safe against a fuckwit using a knife. Now, if they lacked a good sense of dramatic tension, they would be smart and use a gun. But if this were a horror movie, they wouldn't, and they'd use a short-range blade weapon. Just get something with better range than them.

Now...I know this should be evident. Yet it is always ignored. If you go wandering around on your own in the dark, you will die. And you know what? You'll deserve it, for being a fuckwit. Because only a fuckwit would wander around alone in the fucking dark in a horror movie.

Personally, I think it would be relatively safe during the day. If it's light out, if you're outside in a public place, you'll be fine. Just don't lose track of time and end up being outside at night when people are gone.

And another thing, if you're looking for somebody, don't go around yelling their name. You might as well be yelling "I'm all alone, completely defenseless, please come and slaughter me like the stupid fucktard I am!". Yeah, that sounds about right. Because not only are you potentially giving your location to the person you're looking for, you're potentially giving your exact location to the person that wants to stab you to death. Fucking brilliant.

Next. Do NOT try to play the hero. Don't be all noble and go off to try to rescue the one person that wandered off. They're dead. They're getting what they deserve. If you leave a group to go and try to rescue the person, you're going on the slim chance that the person is still alive, and you're abandoning safety and leaving the group weaker. Let the lone person die. It's what they get for being off alone.

Mind you, I'd go off on my own to try to rescue somebody. But then, I have no regard for my own personal safety. You should, because...Well...You're not me. See how that works? No? Too fucking bad.

Now...If you are many. And the killer is one. Some of you are going to die. That's just a fact you can't avoid. And here's another fact, the killer is only human. They're nothing more than you are. They just have a knife and maybe a mask. If you're a bunch of people, then have everybody grab something to use as a weapon and just fucking rush the person. Maybe a couple of you will die, but I think that's a better death than waiting for the killer to come and pick you off one by one.

You know, that's a big thing. The main weapon the killer has, other than the knife, is intimidation. He scares his victims, making them more vulnerable to attack. It's easier to attack somebody when they think you're more than you are, when they think you're a monster. If they know you're just human, you lose your power. If people know your identity, you lose some of your power. That's just how it works.

And for the love of God, the killer is never dead when you first think he is. You shot him? He was wearing a bullet-proof vest. Here's a handy tip: Aim for the fucking head. Smaller target, but there's jack shit that the killer can use to protect the head, for the most part. And if you get them down on the ground, you think they're dead, fire a couple shots into their head just for good measure. You never know, maybe they WERE dead from the earlier shots, but I'd rather be cautious and shoot them in the head just in case. Wouldn't you?

Follow these simple facts, and maybe you'll survive. If you follow them and you still die, ha ha ha. What the fuck are you gonna do? Bitch at me? YOU'RE DEAD.

Until next time,
How did you think I'd survived so long? My charming personality?
~Kataron

Sin City

Hot damn.

I just finished watching Sin City. Fucking incredible. I had wanted to see this movie in theatres, as I have wanted to do with many movies that I haven't been able to, but now I really wish I had seen this one. I was following along with this one since the commercials, waiting and anticipating how fucking awesome it would be.

It was all I expected and so much more. Absolutely fucking incredible. If you haven't seen it, go see it now. If you have seen it, see it again. If you're in the area of Rockwood tomorrow, drop me a line and stop by my place, I'd love an excuse to watch this fucker again.

There'll probably be a real post later, when I've stopped drooling over this film.

Until next time,
Is that the best you can do, you pansies?
~Kataron

Track 2

Yes, I'm aware that my last two posts have just been 'Track #', but this CD is all one big kuh-razy song. Oh, DJ Tiesto. It's 'In Search of Sunrise', an album I got from Andrew when I stayed at the new place in Guelph for the weekend. I fuckin' love this CD. But none of the tracks are named, hence the etc. I'll probably be getting some new CD's soon...'specially since Andrew gave me nine blank CD's when I left today. :)

Right, I didn't really leave on a pleasant note on my last post. Just...Emotions catching up with me. Irritation from having Alyssa decide to take a break from our friendship over a week ago now. But yeah. I don't really feel like getting into this now. So I'll move on to more pleasant things.

Yesterday.

Played a shitload of video games with Eric and Rick. And damn, that was fun. Eric and I are pwning everything they set before us in Samurai Warriors. Booyah.

We did a campaign. The guy was awesome. Every fuckin' level, he would challenge TWO other armies. So Eric took one, and I took one. We kicked their asses so hard, they kissed the moon.
//(Bonus points to anybody that gets that reference.)

But yeah. Went over to Rick's a bit more, played some Dungeon Siege 2. Fun game. I have a Half-Giant named Roy. His catchphrase is 'ROY SMASH!'. And by that, I mean I say the phrase often while playing the game, or when talking about the game. Or when feeling agitated, annoyed, or...bloated. Yes.

Then I got a ride over to Jared and Andrew's for a par-tay. I brought my tv, Eric's Xbox, and a microwave that had been living in my closet. Testing it beforehand to ensure it's workage, mind you. It works. Or at least...When I plug it in and press some buttons, lights turn on inside and it beeps and shit. I didn't actually -cook- anything, but lights and beeping seems to imply that it works.

Yes?

Andrew had a friend over, went by the name of Rick. Now that was one cool dude. We talked about all sorts of video games. RPG's, MMORPG's, FPS's, and the like. Good times...Good times. Let's see....Who all was at the party? Let us see if I can remember...IN LIST FORM!

• Me. I assume I was there.
• Jared. He kinda lives there.
• Andrew. Same dealy.
• Erika. She brought an N64 and Perfect Dark. Ah, memories.
• Nicky. She brought cake which I was not permitted to eat.
• Tamara. She brought some crazy lasagna-type meal that I was too afraid to eat, thus causing Nicky to decide that I could not eat cake. *shakes fist*
• Emily. She also brought some sort of food, I assume. I wasn't really paying attention.
• ...Fuck. My mind is very fucked right now, my memory isn't what it should be...
• Oh yeah. Beth was there. She sat on me. 'cause I wouldn't eat food. She was mean. :(
• Kate was there. And surprise surprise, she was sober.
• Andrew's friend Rick, as mentioned in a previous paragraph.
• Rick's lady-friend, another Erika or some variant spelling of the name.
• Rick/Erika(or whatever)'s baby. Oh, the baby was a big hit.
• Scott Chen showed up late. But that's cool. 'cause he's Asian. Asian people are fucking awesome.
• BEN WAS THERE. I hadn't seen Ben in forever. :)

I assume that is the entire list, but as I don't remember what names I put in there, nor do I have a full memory of the party, I may have missed somebody. If this is the case, and you were left out, then HAHAHAHA. You SUCK.

God dammit...Stupid lists. They fuck blogger up for some reason, now whenever I hit enter I get two lines. Observe. *hits enter*

Now I'm all the way down here. The fuck? Mind you...I can always hit Shift+Enter, and get down the one line. Speaking of Shift, Free BSD is a fucked up operating system. I mean, everything is so fucking complicated that it scares me. I wanted to check who was on my MSN today, in hopes of contacting somebody about something that was later deemed unimportant, and he had to set up a guest account for me on his system and go through a bunch of shit just to let me do it. My password was Iheartchicks or something. So true. I DO heart chicks. But yeah, it's fucking complicated. I don't get it. Like...I love computers and all. I love them. They are my life. But that operating makes me feel like I know nothing. Because I can't do anything on it.

Oh, and as a note that I figure I should mention, since it was important enough for Andrew to wake me up and tell me when I spent the weekend in Guelph (and then he proceeded to wake Jared up and inform him), the PS3 is apparently going to have onboard Linux with the system. That's pretty sweet.

Yeah. Just lettin' ya know.

OH. RIGHT. I almost forgot! I haven't informed any of you of my magical discovery when I went to the Mac's during the party. :)

Chocolate covered Expresso beans. OH GOD, THEY'RE SO GOOD. It's about two bucks (and then some tax) to get a tin of them, and the tins are cleverly designed to resemble batteries. They're called chargers or something, or that's the company, or...Something.

In fact, HERE is the official website. They're fucking awesome, I tell you. Fucking awesome.

Now, I'm generally hesitant to try new things. Especially foodwise. Actually, let's go into the whole food rant.

I don't like to try new foods. I really, really, really don't like it. I think my OCD has something to do with it, but I am afraid of new foods, and new restaurants, unless I have an explicit idea of what type of food they would serve. But even then, I don't like going to new eateries unless I'm with somebody, preferably somebody that has been there before. I do not try new things. I do not eat strange foods. I like my food plain. PLAIN. I don't use ketchup, I don't use mustard, and I sure as hell don't use relish. I only eat regular chips. I will only eat pizza that is either pepperoni and cheese, just cheese, or if neither are available, something else with more meat but no veggies will suffice.

I am very fucking set in my ways about food. You're not going to get me to eat new things. I know what I like, and I'm going to stick to that, thank you very fucking much. So fuck you. Trying to force me to eat foods that I tell you then and there that I will not like will only result in me growing to dislike you moreso than I already do.

There are certain things that I KNOW I do not like, and I will not eat them. I will not. I don't care how the fuck you dress it up. Because you know what? I don't have to. My parents never forced me to eat my fuckin' veggies. They tried occasionally, but failed. And if you think you have a shot, go ahead, but excessive trying will end with me sneaking into your room while you sleep and cutting you.

I read the ingredients on things. I actually go through and read them before I decide whether or not I want to eat them. I need to know what the fuck's in there. If you're going to offer me some sort of food that is generic, but you've changed it somehow, spiced it up or whatever, I am afraid of it.

It is for this reason that I DESPISE potlucks with a fiery motherfucking passion. Who the fuck knows what these people have done to this food. I don't. So why the fuck should I eat it? Fuck it, I'll wait and eat something unhealthy but something that I am actually entirely familiar with. Potlucks bad.

A large part of that is also my paranoia. People ARE out to get me. You disagree? Fuck you, you chimney commie. THEY ARE. And they won't be killing me through poisoned foods, I'll tell you that here and now! If they wanna kill me, they can break into my house and do it. Or observe my schedule and catch me on a Coke run or something. Anyways...I don't trust food. Okay? Food I don't know scares the shit out of me. I can't change that. You can't change that. So just fucking leave it, okay?

That goes with beverages too...Fuck, I can't even go back to a bottle of Coke that's been sitting around my room for a week or so. Because I've had bad experiences with leaving Coke around, and having it spiked with bad, bad things. Like Pepsi. Fuck you, Mitch. The universe IS imploding on itself. Just very slowly. We're at the centre. It's gonna take a while.

So, the moral of the story is that my paranoia and OCD prevent me from fully enjoying food and drink. Oh well. I'm fine with this, and as it doesn't affect you, you should be too. It doesn't matter whether or not I eat your food. If you prepare something, and I don't want to eat it, it's no personal insult to you. I'm sure that anybody that ate it would quite enjoy it, but I'm not going to. It scares me. I can't help that.

Man...I'm fucking wired. Good old Chargers candy.

Umm...I think I'm done for now.

Oh, and Jared and I reached Act 4 in Dark Alliance 2 today. FUCKIN' RIGHT.

Until next time,
The squirrel...Is hidden.
~Kataron

Track 5

I feel like doing a bitchy rant about something...

But what? What should be the topic of my bitchiness?

Let's go with...Friendship.

I don't consider all that many people to be friends with me. A lot of people out there that consider me their friend, I don't consider them friends. Because in my mind, they're not. If I only see somebody at school, if I don't hang out with them when I'm not forced to see them, they're not my friend. And probably some other stuff.

But at least I'm honest about it. I don't call somebody my best friend and then say...Abandon them?

It's been almost a week now.

Gah. I'm going to go...Not blog. Yes.

Until next time,
Cut the bullshit.
~Kataron

In Search Of Sunrise

Well...I'm back.

Miss me?

Didn't think so.

Anyways, I've just returned from staying with Jared and Andrew all weekend.

The new place is really cool. I plan on moving in sometime before the end of September. Yeah.

I left on Saturday and got lost on the way there. Then I found it, and was there. Then....Grocery shopping. I bought some perogies. I fuckin' love perogies. Then...Being back.

Oh, and I brought my tv, and Eric's Xbox, which I punked from his house because he was gone for the weekend, muahahahaha. Then we ate and I don't exactly remember what happened after that. I seem to recall some Halo 2, where I schooled everybody's ass.

In case you don't know me when I play video games, I get very...Aggressive. I will taunt, I will mock, I will be a complete asshole. Because I can. Video games are just about the only thing that I have any skill whatsoever with.

And...Start a tangent!

I hate hearing people talking and walking by my window. Because I don't know who they are, or what they're doing. But I know that they're doing something. And I'm sitting here, blogging. It makes my life seem more pathetic, knowing that there are other people out there right now, doing stuff. And it bugs me.

/tangent

Now, where was I? Ummm...Oh right, first night there. Then I slept. On the couch. God, that was uncomfortable. Horribly, horribly uncomfortable. I think I went to bed around...three. Then Andrew was in the room on the computer around...Gah, I dunno, ten or somethin'. So I didn't get much sleep that night, what with the uncomfortableness making me take so long to get to sleep, the constant waking, and etc.

Oh, I hadn't mentioned yet that Nicky was staying there for the weekend, too. She was. She cooked us breakfast. Good times.

Then...uhh...Well, as I recall, I played Fable all day. I don't entirely remember what others did. Jared went to help his newly married step-sister move, or some such thing, Andrew was...Wherever. And Nicky, for whatever reason, was watching me play Fable. Must have been fairly boring for her.

Umm...Then Jared was back, and we took a bus to Swiss Chalet. Kate was having a birthday thing there, so we all met up there and ate food. I fuckin' love Swiss Chalet. I like it less when I have to pay for Jared who as no money, though. Bastard. But anyways, then we went to Kate's and swam in her heated pool and then hung out by a bonfire in her backyard. Then Beth, Erika, and Scott accompanied us back to Jared's for some Halo 2. Nicky was still stay there the night as well, too. So we played. And I schooled them. And I was a cocky bastard.

I like to remind people that I'm there. By shooting them with a sniper rifle. Not necessarily killing them, but a hit to the body will destroy whatever shields they have. Just...Reminding them that I'm still there, and that I'm always watching. :)

Then people left. Jared, Nicky, and I played more Halo 2, and then we slept.

The next day, being...Yesterday. Yeah, yesterday, Nicky cooked breakfast for myself and her while Jared was still sleeping and Andrew was at work, and I played more Fable. I beat that. Later on in the day, I beat Halo 2. I was mostly through both games to begin with, but I still had a few levels to take care of. Somewhere between the beating of Fable and the beating of Halo 2, Nicky went home. And Jared went to work. Leaving me alone in the house to play video games.

I was supposed to come back yesterday, but I decided to spend the night again, so Jared and I would have a chance to play more video games.

And damn, did we ever. After he got back from work, we played Dark Alliance 2 for hours and hours. We ended up playing it until about five in the morning, when we decided to sleep.

Damn fine game.

He was the Moon Elf Necromancer. I was the Dark Elf (yes, a Drow) Monk. And boy, did we make an effective team. Him with his magic and me with my kickass monkness.

We got to Act 3 by the time he had to go to work today.

We had some...Interesting discussions while playing. It was decided that he and I would make an awesome pair of adventurers. We were swinging through goblins, killing all sorts of creatures, and arguing with each other about all sorts of things. I called him a necropheliac, he commented on how easy I was (being that my character was a female, and wearing a very visible thong), all while we were killing enemies.

I can't even remember half the shit we talked about.

Oh, and there were the perogies...Earlier in the post, I mentioned buying some perogies. We tried to cook some at around...one in the morning or so? We didn't have any vegetable oil, so we just used extra butter. We used A LOT of butter. In fact, when the perogies were done, they tasted like fried butter with cheese inside. So they tasted damn good. :)

Then I came home...

And now I'm home.

I was reading a random blog I found today, through the 'Next Blog' feature. It's a very interesting blog. LINK. And it occured to me that I am indeed very lonely. I should find some way to fill my time, so that I think about it less. I already do a couple of the things he suggested, blogging, playing video games/generic nerdiness, and my chemical dependancy on caffeine.

And I liked the first thing that he suggested. Learning a new skill. I want to learn a new skill. But I don't know what to learn.

This is where I open up the post to reader suggestions about what new skill I should learn.

And...Comment.

Until next time,
Do you want me to whack a guy? Do you want me to off a guy? Do you want me to whack off a guy? 'cause I'm married...
~Kataron

Kataron - Chapter 3

Kataron heard the strange voice coming from the dark, and it struck him that it had a faint note of familiarity. He had heard this voice before. He calmly sweeped the room with his Elven eyes, which let him see better in the dark than a human would have. But not being entirely Elven, his vision was still somewhat obscured. He was able to locate his visitor though, who seemed to be sitting on the edge of his bed.

Kataron opened his mouth to speak, but before he was able to, his visitor mumbled something, and a ball of light appeared floating above his hand. The stranger's features were revealed. The man sitting on the edge of his bed appeared to be decked out in full leather armour, and while one hand seemed to hold the ball of light above it, the other rested on a long sword, which was drawn and pointing into the floor. The man's black hair was pulled into a long ponytail, and his eyes gazed intently at Kataron.

Kataron frowned as he immediately recognized his guest, a face he had not seen in months.

"Edward. It's been some time since I've seen you. I trust you've kept busy, picking pockets, slitting throats, and the like."

The man sitting on the bed, Edward, regarded Kataron with mock surprise.

"Now, is that any way to treat an old friend? I just thought I'd drop in and check up on you, friend. Why must you jab at me so?"

"Last time we met, you tried to kill me. Or have you forgotten?"

Edward sighed, and looked at the floor for a moment.

"Haven't forgotten about that, have we? I wouldn't have killed you, you know...I would have just made it seem that way, so the others wouldn't suspect anything."

"Right...And that's why you killed the others I was with."

A smile crept across Edward's thin lips, and he shrugged helplessly.

"Yes, but I didn't much care for them. Didn't have a history with them the way you and I have. If you haven't forgotten that incident, then surely you haven't forgotten all the times you and I have spent together, raiding dungeons, slaying creatures, and stealing whatever we desired, have you?"

Kataron continued to stand perfectly still while he spoke. Even as he spoke and listened, his mind went over various spells that he could use to injure, incapacitate, or kill Edward. Kataron was not sure whether or not Edward was a threat, but he wasn't going to take any chances.

"No, Edward, I have not forgotten. Nor have I forgotten the reason that you and I parted ways."

"Now, Kataron, you aren't still---"

Kataron did not let Edward finish, but interrupted him. He was getting tired of all this talking.

"Edward, I'm done with this. I am tired of discussing the past. No amount of discussion will change the events that happened. Now, if you would be so kind as to tell me why exactly you are in my room, I would be delighted to hear it. And if you would also like to inform me the reason my contact is late, I would be interested in that as well."

"You know me far too well, old friend. Yes, I held up your contact. But only by a day or so. Nothing...Lethal. I just wanted to make sure I could get a chance to talk to you, before you went off again in search of some new and powerful artifact. You're not exactly easy to track down, you know. You move around all too much."

Kataron sighed.

"Yes, that would be the point of me moving around so much. Now, if you've gone through so much effort to track me down, I would greatly appreciate it if you would just get to the point and tell me the reason you've tracked me down."

Edward stood and moved towards the window, waiting to speak. He always did that. It annoyed Kataron, as it was always clear to him that the man was merely trying to make everything suspenseful. It rarely worked. Finally, he spoke.

"Well, if you're going to be in such an irritable mood about it, we can discuss this business later. I am merely here to deliver a message to you, on behalf of a potential employer. He wishes to meet with you whenever you finish your business around here. You'll find both he and I back at the tavern where we first met."

At this point, Kataron closed his eyes. Edward through something to the ground, and a bright flash of light filled the room. Kataron had known it was coming, though. He did indeed know Edward too well. When the light cleared, Edward was gone, and Kataron was finally alone in his room.

Kataron immediately put a spell on the door, setting a shocking lightning trap for anyone that would try to open it. He had warned the barkeep not to open the door, and it helped keep people like Edward out. Then he moved to the window and cast a similar spell.

As he got to the window, he noticed something on the ground. He bent down and picked it up. A small leather bag, filled with gold coins. A note was on the floor with it.

The note read:

"To make up for trying to kill you. Also, a gift from your potential employer. More awaits you, should you decide to meet with us."

He tossed the bag up slightly and felt it's weight. Perhaps he would seek out Edward after he was done here. It would not hurt to at least hear this potential employer out.

But Kataron had had a full day, and as his contact was delayed by one day, sleep seemed like a good idea. He slipped off his robe and crawled into bed, placing his dagger under the pillow, in case Edward tried to return. He fell asleep almost immediately.

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Yeah...I was gonna add a bit of history for a race or two, but the story part ran on a little longer than I expected it to. And even after I started this post, I still had no idea who it would be in the room. I hope this works for you guys.

Until next time,
I'll be fine as long as I don't get killed.
~Kataron

Moonlight Shadows

Well, here I am again.

Fairly pleasant day, for the most part. Other than the whole storm incident.

Hung out at Rick's for a while. I played CoH while he played Breath of Fire: Dragon Quarter. Bastard got farther than I've gotten, but I haven't played all that much. It's all good, 'cause I gained another level in CoH and grouped with a pretty cool group.

Wasn't sure how to feel about there being another lightning blaster in the group, though...I felt that if I wasn't firing as many lightning blasts at the enemies as he was, I wasn't pulling my weight. But fuck him, -I- had fly. He just had hover. MUAHAHAHAHA. Oh, and I just got Build Up. Huzzah! No, I don't expect you to know what that is, so yes, I'm going to explain it to you. The Build Up power greatly increases the damage that I deal for a very short time. Not great for when I'm trying to take out large groups, but perfect for when I'm trying to snipe that boss and take him out first. :)

After hanging out with Rick, I wandered down to the youth group. Eric's gone for the weekend, so he wasn't around, and Rick was going to his dad's for the weekend, so he wasn't there either. So Dave and I hung out all night, which was cool.

In case you were unaware, there's a Karate thing that rents the building that we have the youth group in. They put a strange painting of a Japanese person on the wall. I stared at it for a while, but still could not determine the gender of the painting. I thought it was a chick at first, but Dave and Andrew seemed to think it was a dude. So I dunno. Anyways, they left some stuff out. So we played with it. Sword stick things. We weren't intending to do it, mind you...We just wanted a couple comfy chairs. But as we were getting them out, we just found them. And honestly, who would leave something like that lying around when there's a bunch of kids that'll be swarming the building? Bad idea. So Dave and I each grabbed a wooden sword thing (made cool noises when we hit them against each other) and a shield mat thing, the kind that people hold while other people punch/kick them. And for about ten minutes, we just sat in chairs opposite each other smacking each other's shields. Then one of us would just hold up the shield and the other would beat it, yelling and verbally venting as well. It was hella-fun.

Then we hung out in the office for a while, because all of the children that go there are little shits. We wrote stuff on paper, talked about stuff, and just had fun. I quite enjoyed it. Then we found table tennis stuff, and decided that we wanted to play. Our table tennis table (heheheh) is broken, so we set up four normal tables and played across all of them instead. I'm not very good, though...

But then it got better 'cause Dave and I drew random stuff on a chalk board and then planned out a fight involving the swords.

Booyah.

Then I came home and didn't do much at all.

That was my day. And tomorrow, I think I'm going to go check out Jared and Andrew's new place, the place that I'm going to be moving into sometime in the near future. I'd like a job and a bit of money before I move in, but I don't want to keep them waiting forever. Jared's offered to pay part of my rent for me, and judging by the fact that I know James is going to be crashing there, and probably in my room as well, I'm sure I could get him to pay part of it too. Muahahahaha.

Then Kate's having a b-day thing on Sunday, involving Swiss Chalet and then swimming. God, I haven't been to Swiss Chalet in three forevers. Like, literally years. I miss it so. I mean, there've been occasions when my dad or mom would bring a bit back, but then it'd just be reheated and not taste as good. I haven't set food in one of those places for God knows how long. I'm excited.

Don't have Kate's present yet, though...Jared and I need to find out where we can get t-shirts made. She wants a t-shirt that says 'Cash Only'. Yeah.

Anyways, I think I'm about done for now...I'll start on a new story post, but I might end up getting too tired to finish it tonight, in which case it will be saved as a draft, and posted later.

Oh, and I'm up to an average of ten hits a day on this blog. Sweetness! You pathetic bastards, reading my blog. Just wait until I get the zombie game back in full swing, then we'll see how many hits I get. Oh, and whoever hasn't commented on that yet and should, FUCKING COMMENT OR I'LL FUCKING CUT YOU.

That said....

Until next time,
Flying Ninja-Kick to Bob's head! And...Somehow he got a dagger stabbed into his lower stomach. Take that, bitch!
~Kataron

The World of Kataron

Now, I know you people that are actually reading my little story probably want more...you know, story. To find out who the mysterious stranger in Kataron's room is.

Well...uhh...Truth be told, I don't even know yet. I've basically been pulling this story out of my ass. When I started the last story post, I had no idea what was going to happen. I hadn't planned to send Kataron to his room (heheheh...That sounded funny.), I hadn't planned for a strange voice, I hadn't planned for a note. I was pulling it all out of my ass. AND YET YOU SHALL READ IT AND LOVE IT, FOR MY WORD IS LAW.

Anyways, back to the topic at hand...I want to talk to you tonight about the world in which Kataron resides. Yeah, I've been trying to work it out. I have a feeling I'll be working in this world a lot. So I should probably sort out some details, right?

So I'm going to do a series of posts describing this world. I'm going to talk about the towns, the people, the religions, the magic, everything that makes this world what it is.

But here's the thing...I'm going to need your help. Yes, that's right. I need your help, as the reader. Because...Well...To be perfectly honest with you, I fucking suck at names. I don't do names. I can't do names. All my names are created through keyboard mashing. That's how I got Kataron. I started with a word, in that case, Kakarot, then backspaced and button mashed until I came out with Kataron.

So here's how this is gonna work...When I can't come up with a name for something, or when my name for something sucks, I'm going to ask you, the readers, to comment and suggest things. Yeah. Sounds like a plan to me.

Ummm...For now, I think I'm going to avoid talking about the land. Because I don't know how big I want this world to be. I have no idea.

But I guess I could at least describe the area Kataron's in, I suppose...

All right, the tavern that Kataron's in. I can't remember if I named it or not, so I'm gonna call it...The Empty Mug. Yeah, that works. It's on the outskirts of the area, near a small town called...Resalm. Yay for buttonmashing.

And...Well, fuck it. I'll draw up some maps and shit later, when I'm bored.

Yeah.

'kay, just came back to this post after saving it as a draft.

Right...Hrm...Of course, I'm gonna have all sorts of political turmoil and such.

I'm also wondering what races to include....

So far, I've got the usual.

• Humans
• Elves
• Dark Elves
• Halflings
• Dwarves
• Lizard Men (temporary name. Shut up.)
• Sea Elves
• Sea Dwarves (that's right, bitches. I'd heard of sea elves before, so why not sea dwarves, huh?)
• Gnolls (Bugbears included with)
• Trolls
• Orcs
• Goblins
• Ogres
• The Undead
• Minotaurs
• Centaurs
• Harpies
• Werewolves
• Mole People
• Elementals (of various elements, in various forms)
• Dragons
• Gnomes
• Giants
• Angels
• Demons
• Faeries
• Shape-Shifters (or Changelings)
• Demi-Humans (Part human, part animal. Do NOT look at their family trees)
• Golems (of various sorts)

Man, that's a big fucking list. That took a while to put together.

And just you wait, I'm going to add histories for every fucking one of them.

Gah...Whenever I hit space, it's making two lines...It's creeping me out.

Anyways, this is what's in place of the story tonight. There'll be more later, though I've just come up with a way that gives me unlimited creative potential. You see, the people that reside in the area that Kataron lives in only know the world up to a certain point. Their maps all cut off around the same point, and nobody knows what's beyond it. Mind you, what they do have mapped out is NOT insignificant, as it cointains a large number of these races, a large number of cities, and various political tensions. So it's going to be big. But in not committing to anything beyond the edges of those maps, I can have anything I want out there.

But yeah. Okay, I'm now looking for other characters to include in this. If you wish me to include you as a character, note that I will be in complete control, but will most likely try to contact you before I make your character say or do anything. But maybe not, because I'd be the author. That makes me the God of this world. Well...Actually, I'll be detailing the religions of this world a lot more closely in another post, but yeah. I think I'm going with a generic sort of thing with multiple Gods, Good & Evil, different jobs, blah blah, you all know the system. Yeah.

I think I'm done for the evenin'.

Until next time,
I'ma da freakin' Pope.
~Kataron

Speed Over Beethoven

Blogger has begun to irritate me. Entirely because of that little flag dealy on the top right. Yeah, fuck you guys. Flag me, I fuckin' dare you. I'll cut every motherfucker who even considers flagging me for anything I say on here or on my other blog. I'll CUT YOU. Not kill you...That'd be a death threat...No, it's more fun to just cut you and let you bleed.

I'm in a wee bit of a bad mood. Last night, when questioned about whether or not she wanted to continue being friends with me or not, Alyssa said that she wanted a break from our friendship. A break from a friendship. You ever heard of that before? I sure haven't. I've heard of breaks from relationships, but not from friendships. And I said that. She commented with something along the lines of how our friendship had always been more of a relationship anyway. I dunno, it's all very confusing.

Top that off with the fact that I have nothing to fucking do around here. Yeah, you wanna know what my day now consists of? Sitting around and watching tv, coming on-line for a while, more tv, then internet until sleep. That's my day. Yeah. Nothing to fucking do around here. Why, you ask? Well, I do have a PS2. And a computer. But...My brother is spending all of his fucking time playing Monster Hunter for the PS2 on-line, and while he's doing that, I can neither play PS2, nor surf the net. I did have both an Xbox and a GameCube sitting around, but Eric's sisters came over and took it away. RIGHT when I was finally starting to actually make use of it. I had just beaten KotOR 2, and was just getting into Fable. The next day, James borrowed the GameCube. Not that I have any good games for that anyway. So I'm left with nothing to do but tv. And really, what's on tv? I fucking hate daytime television. Anybody that actually watches soap operas should be fucking shot. And then there's kid shows and shit like that. Fuck 'em.

So that's what I do all day, I sit around and play video games. I've tried to convince my parents to let me install just one game on the laptop to play. Just...One game. Something to do. But no. Ever since the laptop had to be reformatted because of something that Mitch changed in preferences that prevented me from logging in, I haven't been able to play games on it. There was a period of time where I was again allowed to have a single game on the system, but not anymore. Because the laptop is only supposed to be used for work. They gave my mom a laptop with a Pentium 4 processor, and fifty-five gigs or hard drive space, and it's only supposed to be for reports. Am I the ONLY person that sees a problem with that? My other computer is a Pentium 2, with 7.8 gigs of hard drive space. With a disc drive that doesn't open. That means that the laptop is the only thing that I could play any computer games on, but I CAN'T. Not that a single game would do anything detrimental to the laptop. Not that I'd be playing on-line, downloading anything, or doing anything that could fuck it up. I'd be playing one game, just to have something to do, so I'm not sitting around all fucking day watching tv.

God damn, it's irritating.

I'm done for now.

Until next time,
Take THAT, Acropolis!
~Kataron

Kataron - Chapter 2

Kataron looked around the bar again. Still, his contact was nowhere to be seen. He sighed, and continued to nurse his ale. As he did so, he once again began to look over his spellbook and catalogued his spells in his mind. He knew quite a few spells, but only used a few enough that they would be etched permanently into his memory. Not particularly powerful spells, but effective nonetheless. Magic Missile, Fireball, things like that. For some reason, he was quite fond of Magic Missile, though it was not very powerful. Although even a weak spell, cast by a powerful mage, can do some serious damage.

He looked over his spellbook to see if he could find any spells that might be useful for this new quest. Then he decided that it was somewhat pointless, since he did not know where he was going or what he would have to kill yet. It would be easier deciding which spells to use after knowing more details. He looked over a few fire spells though, as the area surrounding the town was swarming with zombies lately, and zombies don't like fire. Fire Wall, Fire Sword, generic fire spells like that. Quite effective against the undead.

Kataron closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated on his magic, willing himself to have a form of second sight, and viewing the roads around the tavern to see if his contact was coming. The only traveler of the long road that the remote tavern was on was a single caravan, and Kataron could not see whether or not his contact was in it. He gave up and looked back to his spellbook. It was at this point that he noticed a small piece of paper on his table. He peered at it over the top of his spellbook, and slowly lowered the tome. He reached out for the folded piece of paper, then stopped his hand above it. He muttered a few words, and the paper glowed a dim green briefly, then stopped. His spell told him that it possessed no magical qualities. You can never be too careful, a skilled wizard can place any kind of runes on a piece of paper like this. One slip, and you could be blinded, paralyzed, set on fire, covered in acid, or any number of unpleasant fates. Most of them weren't permanent, but they always gave the attacker the opportunity to make his or her move. But regardless, the paper was safe.

He picked it up and unfolded it slowly, and read over it with his Elven eyes.

It was one line of text, written in a flowing writing. The writing seemed to suggest that this came from someone with some education, as it was not simply scrawled print, as most people from these parts would use. Though, it was written in common, which was not a very difficult language to learn or write. Not like Elven, where writing was much more complicated.

It simply read:

'I know who you are.'

Kataron looked around the room again, but everything seemed to be as it was before. He eyed the place where the lone man had been sitting, and then looked again for any sign of him. He hadn't seen anybody leaving when he used his second sight, so the man must still be in the area. Suddenly, Kataron did not want to wait here for his contact. Somebody here knew him. People that knew Kataron rarely seemed to be fond of him, so it was most likely a bad thing.

Kataron stood, and moved to the bar in a few proud strides, his hand moving towards a dagger on his belt, just in case. People usually expected mages to counter with magic, and most did not expect a dagger to be among the defenses of a mage, but Kataron had grown proficient with it just in case. Nobody attacked him however.

The bartender came over and leaned on the bar in front of Kataron, cleaning a filthy glass as he started to speak.

"Can I help ya, sir?"

Kataron nodded and spoke quickly.

"Yes, I'm looking for a room for the night. How much will that cost?"

The bartender eyed him suspiciously for a moment, as though he might be some sort of criminal, and Kataron stared back at him with an emotionless look on his face. Then the bartender smiled and set the glass down.

"Sorry, I thought ya looked familiar for a moment. Just me imagination. You're lucky you asked now, sir Elf, I've got but one room left. It'll be twelve copper, fifteen if ya want breakfast in the mornin'."

Kataron was unpleased by the man's use of the word of the word Elf, and he brushed his hair back over his ears, though it was too late. The nearby people looked over at him.

"With breakfast, thanks."

He took one silver coin and five copper ones, and handed them to the bartender, and waited for the man to lead him up to his room. The bartender did just that, after pocketing the coins. Kataron was glad to be out of the common room. Too many people in there. The bartender stopped in front of a door at the end of a hall, opened it, and waited for Kataron. Kataron nodded to the barkeep, and spoke.

"Waking me would be very ill-advised. This door is not to be opened until I have left, is that clear?"

The man looked puzzled, but nodded nonetheless, and Kataron entered his room, closing the door behind him.

Out of the darkness, a voice said, "I thought you'd never get here."

Superman's Song

Huh. So it seems that I'm getting an average of nine hits a day on this blog. Nine different people a day. I think that's pretty cool.

And apparently my readerships spans all sorts of places. I know I have my one reader in Singapore, the lovely Miss Slow. Though, I haven't been able to visit her blog lately because all of my bookmarks are on my normal computer, and I've been using the laptop...*goes to find it on his other computer, which is conveniently turned on for musical purposes* There we go. I hadn't checked this in almost two weeks, and my normal compy has rarely been turned on for music. I tried to find it before, but I couldn't remember the url. I have a bit of reading to do now. :)

Oh, heh...She's still waiting on me to put pics of myself up on my blog. I told her I would, you see...I took a couple to, but they're back on my other compy. And...Well...Yeah. I'll put it up as soon as I'm able, I promise. It's good to read her blog again, I've been missing hearing about her life. But she's getting married in a few weeks, so I doubt she's going to have all that much time for blogging.

But...Yeah, sorry, just got sidetracked there. I've also apparently had a visitor from Sweden. No idea who that is.

And in North America, my readership covers Guelph, Newfoundland (though I suspect that might be me, somehow...I just seem to recall seeing something like that), Massachusetts(teeheehee, funny name), New Jersey, Ohio, and...Well, one of them just says 'United States'. Weird. You can find a cool map thing by going to the site meter link at the bottom of the site, and checking visitors 'by world map'. I wish I could get a visitor from the middle of the ocean. That would kick SO much ass.

But yeah.

Shit.

Was there something I wanted to talk about? Hmmm...Well, probably.

You can all fuck off now.

Wait...That's not right...Oh, that's how I end posts on my other blog.

Until next time,
You can all fuck off now.
~Kataron

The (Mis)Adventures of Kataron. Chapter One: It always starts in a tavern.

Right...I'm extremely bored. So I'm going back to an RP I started on here in February, to which I only got one response from Dave, and I didn't even reply to it.

So I'm taking a different approach. When I want to add another chapter to this story, I will. I've been looking for something to post on here lately, and this could be something.

Right, so this is what I did in February, copied and pasted to here.

...

......Well, fuck. It didn't copy breaks in the lines...I have to go through and do them individually..argh...

Name: Kataron

Class: Black Mage

Race: Half Elf, Half Human

Physical Description:

Shoulder-length black hair, slim, wears dark clothing, usually a long black robe that goes down to his ankles. Always has the hood of his robe up when outside, causing his face to be very pale. He has narrow, piercing eyes, bright blue.

Possessions:
- Basic staff, smooth wood, with a bright red crystal on the end, held on by jade talons.
- His robes.
- Spellbook.
- Black Orb. Used to summon the Black Knight, as well as channelling unholy energy.
- A few assorted potions.

History:
Kataron had a normal childhood, and was not exposed to the dark arts until his late teens. His current age, as well as most of his past, is unknown to the general public, as he tries to keep all personal information as hidden as possible. In his late teens, he became the apprentice of an eccentric wizard, after running away from home. He trained with the mentor for a few years, before leaving to advance his studies in the dark arts. He...acquired the Black Orb from a quest he went on with a party of adventurers. One of the adventurers was trying to collect all of the mystical orbs to use their power to return to his own time, but the power of the orb was too much to resist. He betrayed his comrades and took the orb. None of them could properly channel the dark energies of the orb, but Kataron's training allowed him to draw out it's real power. For many years, Kataron has been a wandering adventurer, seeking out new mentors and any other way to advance his training, and increase his power.

Okay, that's the copied and pasted history of Kataron. I wrote that back in February.

Now onto the RP I wrote...

Kataron pushed open the door of the tavern and stepped inside. He thought for a moment about how all of his quests seemed to begin in taverns, but shrugged it off and found a seat near the fireplace. He pulled back his hood and fixed his hair, so his pointed ears would not be noticable. He had gotten into more than a few fights simply because he was 'one of those pointy-eared freaks'. He didn't want to get into another fight, not now. He figured that he could easily roast everyone in the room alive if he fed the fire in the fireplace with his magic, but one never knew the skill of strangers. Perhaps one of the people at the tavern was another mage, or worse, and arch mage.

He looked around the room, trying to judge any possible threats before they happened. Three Dwarves in a corner laughing and drinking ale. Lots and lots of ale. Two halflings exchanging stories at another table near the Dwarves. Four or five drunk humans at the bar, drinking and talking amongst themselves. Two women were sitting at the table next to him, also drinking and laughing. A lone man nursing an ale, also looking at the other occupants. Kataron decided that the lone man would pose the largest threat, as he was the one that was hardest to figure out. Much like himself, he reasoned. The Dwarves could also be a threat, but they were too drunk to do anything except perhaps pass out. The humans and halflings would not pose much of a threat, and most looked to be unarmed anyways.

His contact was late. He was supposed to be bringing information about an ancient magical artifact. Some sort of crystal, harnessing the powers of...Well, some element. Kataron was not aware of all of the intricate details. That was why his contact was supposed to meet with him. But the contact wasn't here yet. Kataron sighed and ordered an ale. It was growing dark outside, and if his contact did not arrive soon, he would have to get a room for the night. He took out his spellbook and began to read it by the light of the fire, as he often did when bored. After a period of time had passed, Kataron looked up at the tavern patrons again. Another Dwarf had joined the others, two humans at the bar had left, replaced by one new one, two new women had joined the ones at the table next to him, and the halflings were talking with some other humans in the bar. The lone man was gone. Kataron looked around, his half-elven eyes taking in the details of the room, trying to see any hint of where the man had gone, but finding none. The Black Orb pulsated weakly in his pocket, drawing his attention.

A voice spoke in his mind, the voice of the Black Orb, and the Black Knight.

The man has not arrived yet. Where is he? I grow weary of sitting around and doing nothing!

Kataron took a sip from his ale and whispered a reply, too quiet for anyone else in the bar to make out. If the women at the next table were silent and paying attention, they might have heard him speak, but would not have been able to make out the words.

"Relax, Black Knight. If this crystal holds the power it is told to have, it will be well worth the wait. The wait, and the danger of the quest. But that's the part you want to get to, isn't it?"

Aye, I'd like to get out of this accursed crystal and hold my sword once more. Have you ever been confined to such a small place for such a long time? It gets quite claustrophobic.

"Again, he should be here soon. If he is not here by midday tomorrow, we shall leave."

Midday? Curse your Elven patience. I want action!

"Be silent now, mighty Knight. I don't want to draw undue attention to myself, have people wonder just why I'm talking to myself. The contact will arrive. He has always done so in the past."

Easy for you to say...You're not trapped in an orb. But as you wish, I shall be silent now. Let's just hope that the contact arrives soon.

"Aye."

Kataron looked up to see a waitress looking down at him. She had a look of concern on her face.

"Are you...okay, sir?" She asked, turning the emptry serving tray in her hands.

"I'm fine. But my mug seems to be dry. Might I have another ale, please?"

Kataron smiled weakly at the women, a purposefully odd grin. The woman brightened and nodded, as if eager to accept the fact that he had been talking to himself because he had consumed too much ale.

"Y-Yes sir! Right away, sir."

The woman left to fetch the ale, and as soon as she could no longer see him, the smile disappeared from Kataron's face, replaced by a look of annoyance. He whispered to the orb again.

"You see the kind of trouble you get me into?"

For once, the orb remained silent. The waitress returned with his drink, and Kataron conjured up the same grin, thanking her and giving her a tip. She seemed satisfied, and left him alone. Kataron took a sip from his newly filled ale and sighed. The contact should not be much longer. But just in case, Kataron drank his ale slowly, ready for a longer wait.

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And that's what I wrote back in February. Good fuckin' times.

That's basically Kataron from the NuneWorld forums.

And yeah, that was a thread, the whole black orb bit. Ryan and I were planning on betraying everybody and stealing it. Actually, we were planning on faking my death first. That's the beauty of RP'ing with people you know in person, you can plan it out something fierce.

That's why JARED needs to get his motherfucking forum up.

Honestly, you wouldn't believe the plans I used to write up. Before NuneWorld, there was Ezboard. I had PAGES written with plans for that. It looked very random if you didn't know how to read it. Most of the plans were for Final Fantasy Realm, though. That was a good board. I miss it. But I can't go back to Ezboard. I just can't.

Oh...I haven't said that on here in a while...I'm sure Ryan misses it....

DAMN YOU, BOB! DAMN YOU TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL! YOU GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING SONOFABITCH! I'M GOING TO FIND YOU ONE DAY, BOB. AND THEN YOU'LL RUE THE DAY YOU CROSSED ME.

Ah, that feels better...Wait, this was supposed to be just an RP post. Crap.

I just...Don't have all that much to say because all I've had to do is copy and paste it...

I want to somehow escalate this RP into a full-on war.

Oh, and feel free to comment on these posts. You can just...you know...comment on what I've said. You can suggest things. You can suggest a character for me to include. Though, I don't want this to become another RP thing, so for the sake of time, I'd be controlling everybody.

Yeah...I'm done for now.

Until next time,
The victor in battle is the one that writes history.
~Kataron

Zombies Are Back.

I'm extremely bored and need something with which to distract myself.

So...Zombie post.

Right, haven't had one of these in quite some time. Sorry 'bout that. I've just had a lot of shit going on lately. Yeah. Some of you know all about it, a lot of you don't.

Dave:

You grab your axe and head off down the street. You feel a lot more confident now that you have a weapon on you. You don't notice any zombies wandering the street.

(OOC: I'm bored of having everybody so far apart.)

From down the street, you begin to hear gunshots coming from a building. None of the zombies you've seen so far have been intelligent enough to wield a stick, let alone a gun, so you find it safe to assume that the gun is being used by another person.

People with guns equals protection. Wink wink, hint hint.

Jared/Ryan:

Jared runs behind her as Ryan hides in the corner of the room and tries to find a place to hide the thong he stole, that thong-thief.

Meanwhile, the woman continues to fire her gun at the zombie. I forget what sort of gun it was that she was holding, so I'm going to assume that this is a pistol. She fires off five rounds from a twelve-round clip into the zombie marauder, and it drops to the ground and twitches some. She continues to hold her gun up and peeks into the next room, the room with the door from which you (and this zombie) entered.

She lowers the gun somewhat, though not putting it down.

"Only one's gotten in so far. Do either of you know how to use a gun, or are you both completely useless?"

Eric:

True Halo fashion indeed. You move slowly towards the back of the store, but you don't see anything move. You reach the back of the store and see nothing at first. Then you notice a small puddle of blood on the floor. Something appears to have been dragged through it, making a trail of blood leading into a back room. (OOC: Just like where Seth died!) From this back room, you hear a low growling, a gurgling noise, and the sound of something being dragged along the floor.

(OOC: You could technically go in firing if you want, but just keep in mind that you don't know how many there are in there, and you only have three eight-shot clips.)

Greg/Rick:

(OOC: Greg, you requested nails. Ask Nate where you can find some once you get underway, though there may be more pressing matters to attend to at first, such as getting everybody together.)

Nate eyes Greg suspiciously. Rick isn't in the room, but I can hear his breathing. He doesn't lower the gun.

"Tell your friend to come into the room. I want to see you both before I decide whether or not you'll be of any use. And I don't think you're really in a position to be telling me what to do, what with me pointing a gun at you and all. I've seen a few people that haven't been zombified, but have just gone crazy. Tried to attack me and take my gun. I had to shoot a couple of them. So excuse me for being careful."

(OOC: Note: I have decided that since Nate slipped out quietly from the house with Ryan and Jared, he has fired three bullets. That leaves him with eight shots in a single twelve-shot clip. Just figured I should say. Oh, and also as a note, Nate might be lying about shooting non-zombies. He might lie about a lot of things. It's more fun like that. For me.)

Right...I think that about sums it up. In case you hadn't figured it out, I'm going to collect you all into a single group and have you travel together, in the very near future. With Dave now being aware of where Jared and Ryan are, and with Nate being able to lead Greg and Rick there, that only leaves Eric, and I have a couple things in mind already for that.

Now...Comment!

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Righty-o. I shall now relate the events of my weekend to you.

My parents left on Friday, sometime around noon. Surprisingly, they didn't forget anything, so they weren't back to pick anything up. They sometimes come back two or three times to pick things up that they forgot.

Anyways, I'm not entirely sure what happened next. I know James came over. We went to the store, got some movies, rented a game, bought a 24-pack of Coke, a bag of chips, and came back. Then we watched the first movie, 'Going The Distance'. It was surprisingly good for a teen movie. It was absolutely hilarious.

Then he left. I started playing Destroy All Humans for a while, then Alyssa called. She came over, and we weren't sure what to do, so we went out and rented another movie, this time Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. Great movie. We watched that, then I was late for youth group by about an hour and a half. Totally worth it though, great movie.

Then youth group ended, I came home, hung out for a while, then James and Tamara came over for a bit. Then Kate drove into Rockwood, and the three of them went to some sort of party while I sat around playing video games, because I don't do parties. James came back and hung out for a while, but I was crashing at the time so wasn't particularly talkative. At some point, he left, Kate came back, Kate spent the night, and she had to be up for nine the next morning. Meaning I had to find an alarm clock, and had to wake up to see her off and make sure she didn't sleep in and be late. I couldn't really get to sleep after that.

So Friday was a good day. Saturday sucked, but Friday was a good day.

On Saturday, I got up, and started watching one of the movies I had rented, Steam Boy. Rick came over before I started watching it, and he watched it with me. Then James came over partway through the movie and watched the end with us. Then I needed to bring back Going The Distance, Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind, and Steam Boy, so we went for a walk. First we went to the pizza place so James could get a slice. Luckily, Ches (the guy working there) had burned the pizza. So we got the entire pizza. For free. And it still tasted pretty goddamn good. I'd say that pizza was probably the highlight of my day. Then we walked the movies back.

Then I wanted to play Destroy All Humans for a while, alone, so I said that I had business to attend to. Rick went home, and James hung out for a little while longer just doing MSN stuff, then he left too. I don't know how long I was sitting alone in the dark playing video games, but after a while, it just got depressing. I called Alyssa to see if she wanted to hang out, but she already had plans.

So I did nothing for a while.

Then Eric came over and hung out for a little while, just having gotten back from being...away...someplace...for a week. Or so. Yeah.

Then he left, and I was alone again.

Then the night just got worse, because I was talking to Alyssa on MSN, and I don't entirely remember how we got there, but she's not sure whether she wants to be my friend or not anymore. And she's still not sure. Yeah. I didn't feel like doing anything after that conversation, so I just went to bed.

The next day was better, though. In the beginning. I rented some more movies, hung out and did random things, and then I went to see Sky High with Rick. His mom paid for me for everything. And I played DDR for a while. I did Speed Over Beethoven on Light and got every single one. Huzzah for me! Lots of caffeine took my mind off of troubles from the other night.

Then I got home, and watched The Machinist. Fucking crazy movie. Then I did more random things on-line, went for a walk with Eric, came back, more on-line, talked to a few people, including Alyssa, and then I watched the movie Blow, with Johnny Depp. Great movie. Then sleep.

I woke up today around 11:30 or so. Came down, on-line stuff, and cleaned up a bit. As I was doing the dishes, I got into another argument with Alyssa. Blah. Then my parents got home, around 12:30 or so. So I'd only been up for about an hour, the dishes weren't done, and the living room wasn't clean yet.

Oh well.

So I hope you'll forgive the lack of posting over the weekend, I've just had a lot on my mind, such as one of my best friends deciding that they may not want to be friends with me anymore because I depress her and piss her off.

Yeah. I'm done for now.

Until next time,
Nate is a cry.
~Kataron

Meh.

Fuckin' right.

America, Fuck Yeah.

I wish I had more to talk about these days.

Well, I have things, but things that I don't want to talk about on here.

It's a little difficult maintaining two blogs, one being this, and one being my hidden one. I'm up to almost fifty posts on my other one. Oh yeah, I has problems.

So forgive me for not wanting to subject all of my readers to all of my pathetic little problems.

If I had more things to rant about on here, it'd be fine. But summers are not good for providing subjects for rants.

Oh, but here's one.

Okay, Americans. I get it. It wasn't pleasant. A lot of people died. It was sad.

But get the fuck over it. 9/11 is DONE. For fuck's sake, just let it die.

I just saw a commercial for some liberty dollar or some shit like that. Made with silver found from beneath ground zero at the towers attack or some shit like that. Selling for about twenty bucks apiece.

I'm sick and tired of seeing things about it. Sick and tired.

Yes, it was a tradedy. A lot of innocent lives were taken. But it's been taken way too far. I mean, liberty dollars? What the fuck is that about? Now people are trying to make money off of it? I'm sure this has been happening before, but I hadn't really seen any commercials about it. *unimpressed look*

Just let it die, you American bastards.

Until next time,
God damn, I hate Americans.
~Kataron

Dare

I hate rumours.

I hate people that start rumours.

I hate not knowing what, or who, to believe.

And while we're at it, I probably hate you too.

Yeah, that's right. What have you done for me lately, huh? Where were you, huh? Bastards.

Jungle Boogie

Katablog now officially has a site meter thingy. Click the button at the VERY bottom of the page to see how many hits I get and such.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Isn't that awesome?

I'm excited. Yeah, I know, pathetic. SHUT UP. This is my blog, I'm allowed to get excited when I can finally find out just how many people read this thing. Or I could at least get a very vague idea. Yeah.

Just letting you all know.

Behold, my site meter! And tremble!

Now, if only I had more to talk about...lol.

I'll start putting up my Bible on here soon, just for the hell of it.

Damn. I need to get back into the zombieness, too. I'll work on that tonight.

But yeah.

Until next time,
James and I are a pair of Mexican Wrestlers.
~Kataron

Feel Good Inc.

Hey folks.

Sorry I haven't been updating so much lately...

It's just that my life is so dull. So very dull. I sit around Rockwood. I go for walks. I hurt myself with my fingernails (no worries, stopping). I play some video games. I talk to people on MSN. I mean, really...Not much happens to Nate.

Nothing that you, the general public, needs to know, anyway. *looks at you all with a glint in his eye. A glint of arrogance! A glint that implies 'I know something that you don't. Want to know? Too fuckin' bad.'* Man, my glints are fucking AWESOME.

Oh, right! That's what I was doing before I got very, very sidetracked...I was writing an email to one Jack Thompson. But I'll finish it tomorrow when I'm not so damn tired. And I'll post it up on here, so you can all see what I wrote.

But for now...Sleep...

Until next time,
What's one plus one? YOUR MOTHER! Honestly, would you just give that a rest? YOUR MOTHER!
~Kataron

Midgets

God dammit, I hate the Jerry Springer show.

My brother's watching it. It bugs the crap out of me.

And you know what else bugs the crap out of me?

MIDGETS. Seriously, they scare the shit out of me. Goddamn creepy-ass midgets.

On the show, there was this guy that suspected his girlfriend of cheating. His girlfriend was a creepy-ass midget. And she was cheating on him. With another creepy-ass midget. Oh, and did I mention theyre all black? Oh, they are.

I swear, I screamed when the midget came on. And then when the other midget came on. And then when the midgets hugged. They should NOT be allowed to be intimate. It's fucking creepy. Dear LORD they're ugly.

And you know what pisses me off?

How they always goddamn repeat themselves on the show. The black midget kept telling the tall black guy that he'd be making 'more than you'. He said it three or four fucking times. Honestly, we heard you the first time. I'm fine if they say it maybe...Twice. But four times? Oh, just shut the fuck up.

Jerry Springer is such a dumb show. And damn, I hate midgets.

Until next time,
Seriously. They scare me.
~Kataron

Butterfly

First of all, fuck you Penny Arcade Forums.

Sean Howard has been driven off the internet by people like those on the PA forums.

Here's what he had to say on Squidi:

"As many of you are aware, I just had a baby and this fact has limited my ability to access the internet and work on the comic for the past month. In this time, I've had several nasty threads appear about me on various other forums - including a one where the webcomic creator himself came down to spread lies about me for no reason at all, some place stealing outright one of my banners and two others raping my artwork, my wikipedia entry vandalized (twice), and just recently, grotesque and violent images posted in the forums for reasons which I'm sure would be pathetic and petty if I bothered ask why. I've always been aware that the internet is full of shitheads, but I had always hoped that somehow, it required my involvement to set these things off. I find the fact that it doesn't to be deeply disturbing and what little faith I have left in mankind seems to be wavering.

A few weeks ago, I was contacted by a guy from Comixpedia who is writing a book on webcomics; he wanted the stuff I posted on the front page for the Penny Arcade Thing. He didn't want to ask me any questions. He didn't want to talk about anything else, like how AMD has single handedly fought for the legitimacy of the pixel art genre it defined. For eternity hereafter, squidi.net will be remembered only as a footnote - the guy who tried to sue King PA over some feet or something. It's not because I haven't tried my damnedest to create a good comic that elevates itself far above the sum of its parts. It's not because I created something unworthy of mention, or something which hasn't made a dent in the otherwise generic and obvious history of webcomics. It's just how the internet works. My history was finished in stone while I was too busy trying to pencil in a future.

AMD will never be the success that it once promised. I have never been able to crawl out from under the shadow of the Penny Arcade shit, both personally and professionally. This site was not destroyed by those assholes, but it has been irrevocably hobbled. Though I have managed to somehow maintain my creative spark (after some false starts), the readership for this site has grown less over the past year and a half than it did in the three weeks prior to the PA Thing. Yes, yes, I've learned valuable life lessons, but frankly, I can't apply any of them on an internet which never forgets a grudge. At this point the only way to achieve any sort of success would be to start over under a new name - which I considered briefly, but the webcomic community is filled with such lazy, petty motherfuckers that I don't relish trying to climb my way from the quagmire once again.

There is a hidden cost of doing business on the internet that Scott McCloud has failed to appreciate in his many appraisals of the infinite beauty of untamed authorship. We may be free from editorial control and judgment, but we are far, far from free of control and judgment. So, I'm leaving. I'm closing down squidi.net and I'm disappearing from the internet. I still give a damn, and I likely always will, but the silicon snake oil promises of the internet have lost all lustre for me. There are lines that should not be crossed that have been crossed far too often (ie my home address and phone number being posted in the PA forum with people daring each other to harass me). I wouldn't wish internet fame on my worst enemy and I'm certainly not going to open up the personal life of my family to the ignorant whims of assholes on the internet (somebody please tell me how to destroy my wikipedia entry, or failing that, at least prevent people from putting my family in it).

Will AMD ever be finished? Absolutely - but not on the internet. If you know a publisher who would be willing to take the AMD comic into the trade paperback realm (willing to print, market, distribute, and deal with the internet), have them contact me. Failing that, there are options beyond webcomics by which AMD may continue. It is because of this that I will not be posting the outline for what happens next in AMDW nor allowing someone else to take over the reigns. I will continue to work on AMD, if not exactly in full public view. Also, even though I am taking down the site, I will still protect my artwork to the fullest extent - perhaps even more so when I don't have a public image that needs sheltering. I will shut down anyone who tries to rip off my artwork without permission and do everything in my power to make them regret ever being born. Ask those I've dealt with in the past if I'm kidding. The artwork on this site, as it always has been, is 100% original artwork; it will stay that way.

The site will stay up for a few more weeks. I'll be providing a zip file with all the comics in it so you won't have to go through the entire archive and manually save each one. I know you guys are fans and you deserve to be able to read all those comics whenever you want. I just can't afford to keep hosting them indefinitely. The forums will remain open for a while so that those of you who have found a home here may work together towards creating a new one somewhere else. The t-shirts will still be sold, though we obviously won't be printing any new ones. What you see is what you get. They are good shirts and I still get stopped by people who ask me where I got it from.

I'd like to thank everyone who bought t-shirts or donated to this site. I don't praise many people, but you guys are just plain awesome. I'd also like to thank the forum moderators. They've had to put it with far too much crap during the lifetime of this comic; from the first forum rush at the hands of Mall Monkeys, they've gone beyond the call of duty in making the squidi.net forums somewhere special. I'd also like to thank the readers for finding the little comic I do to be something worth reading. Sometimes, I'll be reading some random videogame forum out there, and I'll see someone with an AMD avatar or quoting the comic and it really makes me proud. It may have finally gotten to the point where I can no longer stand being a public figure on the internet, but thanks to you guys, I don't consider these past two and a half years to be a waste (even if I would rather hammer splinters under my fingernails than repeat them).

And finally, a big fuck you to the internet at large, and a special big fuck you to Penny Arcade for all it is and ever will be. I may be nothing more than a footnote in your book, but you are an entire chapter in mine; my one regret is that I couldn't make you care. And so, my dear patchwork monster of rage and low self esteem - my petty, pretty internet - I bid thee adieu; you have bested me at last. You must feel so very proud."

-Sean Howard

God, I'm going to miss Squidi.net. I still remember when Seth first linked me to it. Fuck, I remember the post he first linked me to. It was between AMD and TSD.

And now he's gone...Squidi is gone. I may never find out what happens to Maxim, how the War of the Dead ends.

I've been a big fan of both Squidi and Penny Arcade for some time now. But I don't think I read the comics when all of this contraversy was happening. If I did, I didn't check the news enough, because I had no idea.

I don't know who I'd side with on the debate. I haven't examined the images very closely. But it was admitted that they had indeed been based on the images done by Sean Howard, so...I suppose I'd have to take Sean's side.

After all, he's just trying to defend his work. Sean Howard has been putting out a damn fine webcomic since 2003. He has tried to make a good sprite comic with his own sprites. Unlike most other sprite comics, that just take the characters from video games, Sean Howard made his own. He was original.

And he came up with a DAMN fine story. It started out being mostly about humour, but then it got a lot more serious near the end. But whether it was being serious of funny, the story always caught my attention. I remember reading through the archives just a few months ago, and laughing about everything all over again.

I'm going to download the zip files offered by Squidi, so that I may keep these files on my computer for as long as I can.

Some people here have clearly crossed the line. Some of those bastards over at the PA forums, actually putting his address and phone number on there, daring each other to harass him. That's fucking horrible. You fuckers should be ashamed of yourselves.

Sure, Penny Arcade is a good comic. I like it. I've liked it since I started reading it. But it's never been daily. It's never stuck to a real story line, except for going on about the same thing for a week or so, then changing it as though nothing ever happened.

Squidi stuck to a story. A very interesting story. And then it changed, and stuck to a DIFFERENT story. Fantasy, then Science Fiction. Both very interesting. I'm quite sad that I may never know how it ends.

Yeah, over the years, he's offended an awful lot of people. He's shared his views and opinions on the internet. You can't do that without offending somebody. He just happened to do it while he was trying to defend an image, and his webcomic. A webcomic won't be as popular if everybody hates the author, after all.

Hell, if I had a popular webcomic on the internet, I'm sure I'd have scores of people reading my blog. And how many of them would I offend?

Let's see...Hopefully I'd offend the feminists. God, I fucking hate feminists. Get back in the goddamn kitchen and make me a fuckin' sandwich! (For the love of God, realize that I was joking there.) I'd hopefully offend hippies. Goddamn freeloading hippy bastards. Protesting KFC? Oh, shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up and die. I'd probably offend people of various religions with my constant blaspheming. Which reminds me, I never did put my Bible up on here....Yeah, that's right. I capitalized it. Fuckers.

Damn, there's too many people to count that I'd offend.

The thing is, I agree with a lot of what Sean Howard said. I can DEFINATELY see how people would be offended by what he said, and the way he said it, but I agreed. And I liked and respected the way he spoke his mind, though there was always the danger of his webcomic suffering in the process. He tried making the blog hidden for a while, but it came back onto the main page.

It was pleasant to be able to read an interesting webcomic, and then read a rant on something. Penny Arcade does rants too, you know. Fuck, some people go to the site JUST to read the news. A few times, I admit, I've gone to Squidi just to read Sean Howard's latest rant.

But I really had no idea of the history between PA and Squidi. I mean, I've known for quite a while that Sean Howard dislikes PA. He's spoken about it frankly more than once. But he always backed it up with reasons. Reasons that I didn't always agree with, mind you. I've always liked Gabe's artwork. But at least he gave his reasons, backed up his argument. He also commented on how a single word from...I believe his words were 'Gabe Almighty' would bring down all of the readers of PA onto his site to harass him. And it's true.

Penny Arcade has a lot of bitchy little fanboys out there. Well, guess what. Squidi has some, too. I'm one of them. Given the choice, I actually prefer Squidi over PA. No offense to Penny Arcade or anything, but there are far too many video game humour strips out there. It gets tiresome after a while. Squidi gave me something different. It was the first story-based webcomic I started to read. And I was entranced. After that, I read it religiously. For the comic, for Sean Howard's rants. For everything that was Squidi. I would love one of their t-shirts, before they stop making them. But I have no means of getting one.

Anyways, the point of this whole post is to say goodbye to Sean Howard. I know he will never read this, and I don't care. I feel the need to say it all anyway. It's a damn shame that he's been driven off the internet. Because of his views on abortion, gay marriage, patriotism, and Penny Arcade. For the record, very liberal about everything. And on the fourth of July, he burned a flag. And he did a whole rant about it. About how he did not do it as an unpatriotic act, but because he could, because he was a patriot. You'd have to read the rant to really understand it.

And I agree with most of what he said.

I'm going to end this rant now...Because I could go on and on, but it wouldn't change anything. Squidi's going to be gone soon. I can do nothing more than wish for the best for Sean Howard, his wife, and his new child. No matter how many ignorant fanboys Penny Arcade has on their side, there are many that are loyal to Squidi, and Sean Howard. There will always be those that will defend Sean Howard, his views, his webcomic, and everything that Squidi stands for. If I ever get into a debate with somebody from Penny Arcade about it, I know which side I'll be on.

Sean Howard, you are a damn fine man, and everything you do, everything you've done for Squidi, will be sorely missed.

If you want to read his Wikipedia entry, you can find it here.

Good luck on the next chapter of your life, Sean Howard.

Every Planet We Reach Is Dead

Bah.

I shall relate the events of last night to you now.

I got home after a late-night walk. And my dad started bitching at me about stuff.

My mom took my side, because my dad was being a real jackass about everything, and then he said that he wouldn't let me on the computer. So I got up, and grabbed the hat. THE HAT. And started to leave. He said that if I left, he'd look the door behind me. I didn't respond. I just left.

I didn't think about where I was going to go. I just left. I walked down the street. The street was empty, save for a single biker that passed me early on. I walked down to the parkthing near James' and Eric's house. I sat there for a while, wondering what the fuck I was going to do. Where the fuck I was going to go. Their house was always an option, of course. But I didn't want to go there and tell them all my story, because I felt sure that one of their parents would contact mine. And I say let 'em worry. I went over to the house at one point. I looked in the windows. I saw nobody in the kitchen, nobody in the living room, and nobody on the computer. I didn't want to intrude, so I left.

I started walking again. I didn't know where I was going. I considered going into the conservation area again, but at this point I was getting rather cold. I hadn't planned to leave, after all, and I didn't take anything with me. So I was wearing a t-shirt and my sandals. Then I turned around, and started walking the other way. Then I saw James with some people. So I asked James if I could crash at his place, he said sure, then we all hung out for a while. James grabbed me some old sweater or something that he didn't wear, so I was less cold.

So if any of you were wondering, that is why I was not on-line last night. That is where I was. I'm back at my place now, but I haven't spoken to my dad yet. My mom said that he was surprised when he learned that I didn't come back. My dad will probably be coming back for lunch sometime soon. So I suppose I will speak to him then.

Time for a reader poll!

I haven't done a reader poll in a while. Well, I kinda intended to get into it. I had one poll. About my hair. I don't remember the responses. Haven't gotten around to doing anything with my hair either.

And if you're wondering about yesterday's post, I just didn't have a good day. And to top it all of, the person I told in the morning that I had something important to tell, forgot about it.

I seem to be forgotten a lot...It's not very pleasant.

Anyways, poll...

SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK WAS IT? Oh...Right, I remember.

Well, you see, Team Lightning Magnificient is creating a webcomic. That is to say, Ryan is drawing it. Possibly with the help of Dave or something, I wasn't really paying attention. Jared and I are writing the scripts.

Anyways, we're supposed to come up with ideas for three different outfits for each character. From what I saw from the pictures, we're each supposed to have a semi-normal outfit, as well as two others of our choosing.

But the poll is, what kind of outfits should Nate, AKA Nate, wear in this comic strip?

Ryan's outfits included his normal sweater, a hawaiian (yes, this is how you spell it, I looked it up) shirt, and a suit. Jared's include his normal gear, his purple suit, and a leather jacket outfit that makes him look like a rebel.

So Nate needs some supa-cool outfits. That's the poll. What should Nate's outfits be?

Riddle me THAT, Batman! Gah, I fucking hate Batman.

Until next time,
Man...That movie would be crazy on shrooms.
~Kataron

All Alone

All alone...How very well that fits in.

Why, exactly, do people forget about me?

I'm not in a good place right now. Not. At. All.

You can go away now.

300

Yep...

We've made it. Three hundred posts. Three hundred. That's a hundred. TIMES THREE.

And I must say, that's a damn fine number. This is my three hundredth post, and I am proud. I am proud of my blog.

Though, please bloggers, don't decide that you wanna go back and read my earlier posts. I tried that a couple days ago, and it didn't turn out well.

I was pretty stupid back then. I'm stupid now, too. But back when I started this blog...Dark times. Dark times.

Oh, and I apologize for the delay in getting this post up. My keyboard decided to die. It doesn't work at all now.

I tried for damn near twenty minutes straight to get it working. I tried everything I could think of. I tried getting the back connected properly. I tried swearing at it. I tried bargaining with higher powers. Well, first I went to Satan. I offered him a cupcake and my soul. Nothing. Then I tried God. Nothing. I wasn't exactly in a normal state of mind at this point, so then I tried Godzilla. No, not that one. My brother's iguana. That got nothing, too.

And that is why this post, post three-fuckin'-hundred, as been delayed. I doubt I'll even have time to get it up tonight.

It might not seem pleasant enough tonight either, I'm not exactly in the best of moods. But then again, when am I?

Let's go over my weekend. Starting with Friday.

Friday.

Okay, so we all know that summer school is five and a half hours, right? With a half-hour break somewhere in there? If you didn't, then you do now! Anyways, guess how much breakage I got on Friday. An hour and forty minutes. I got an extra HOUR AND TEN MINUTES.

'cause we had the exam. It wasn't as hard as I figured. Okay, so we got three possible essay topics on Wednesday. I didn't like topics one and three. I only prepared stuff for two. And as luck would have it, that's the one she picked. Not sure how well I did, but if it had been either of the others, I would have done a hell of a lot worse.

So yeah. Basically, we had until noon. BUT we could leave at 11:30 if'n we were done. So I finished at 11:30. I mean, why spend more time in there than I have to? I was one of the first people done. Ros (I think that's how you spell it...) was done too, so we went to the caf and played cards for a while. She totally whooped me at a game called spit. Interesting game. I totally got pwned. :( Still fun, though.

Then one by one, our classmates strolled in. Yeah.

Umm...Then probably some other stuff happened...Fast forward...We got let out early...

Then I got home, parents left, stuff happened. Got movies. Coke. Game. Chips.

Set up the living room. And did whatever it is that I do. Youth group. Hung out with Dave a lot during youth group. 'twas fun.

Then I hung out with James for a while after youth group.

Then Saturday...James came over, then Alyssa came over with her nephew, Steven(sp?) and we watched Rocky Horror Picture Show. Damn fine movie. Then probably some other stuff happened, people left, people came back. Things were done. Pizza was consumed, music was listened to, parts of movies were watched. My keyboard was sworn at. The street was strolled down by me with my cane.

Etc...

Then Sunday. Sunday was just damn boring and lonely. Nobody came over all day. So I sat around in the dark and played video games. It wasn't as fun as it should have been.

The Monday...Today.

Cleaned up. Did dishes. Moved stuff around. Listened to music.

That kinda thing.

And tomorrow...

Tomorrow, I have my seminar on Patricia Grace, and her short story 'Between Earth And Sky'. At least, I think that's the name of it. I was in charge of background information on the author and location. Author's a Maori in New Zealand, was a teacher, wrote books about Maori life. Whee. The Maori people are a little more interesting, but at the moment, I really don't care.

Let's go back and see what people wanted this post to be...

A zombie post? Not really in the mood for one of those. But I assure you, it will start getting crazy from this point. I'm tired of the boringness. Everybody will have to hold their own against zombies, or face my wrath!

And Dave's ideas...I like those.

Let's start with the French.

Goddamn snail-sucking surrender-monkies. Yeah, why don't you go start a war with some lame country, and then surrender? Fucking French. It's a stupid language, too. I hated having to learn it. When the fuck am I going to use it?

Dance Floozies. GODDAMN DANCE FLOOZY BITCHES. We haven't had to deal with them for a while now. But I still remember getting kicked out of the drop-in because they had some lame-ass fucking performance. Goddamn shithead bitches. We're there every fucking week. That is OUR time. That has BEEN our time for a long time now. And it will CONTINUE to be our time. So what the fuck gives you the right to come in and do that? We actually BELONG there, you're just renting the place out. And good job, you can't read the giant sign outside that says the drop-in is every Friday from 6:30 to 9:30. So fuck you, dance floozies. And thank God they left. Don't have to deal with those dumb bitches anymore.

And ERIC. Jerkass. Need I say more?

And for the poem quote...I don't want to quote a poem. But I will quote a song. Bonus points for the title and group.

'All of which makes me anxious. At times, unbearably so.'

Aaaaaaaaaaand *saves as draft and goes to bed*

Right...

uhh...

*few days later*

Yeah, I've just been really distracted by a lot of stuff lately, and haven't felt like posting.

But I'm back to it now! Unfortunately, I don't really remember what I've said, and what else I wanted to say.

So I'm going to discuss my OCD with all of you. And tell you everything that it causes me to do.

When I wake up, unless I'm in a hurry, I have to wait for a while to get out of bed. To a time that is a multiple of five or ten. If I can get up on the hour, that's good.

On school days that aren't summer school, I then come downstairs until 7:38. At this point, I go up and get ready for school. Then I come back down, keep doing whatever is ithat I do, and leave at 7:58.

But that's just at school...When I don't have school, I generally just go on the computer and do my thing. I have to check all of my sites every day. That includes the dozen or so blogs that I read, and the thirty or so webcomics that I read. Every day, I need to check all of these.

It's really kinda sad.

And throughout my day...

I CONSTANTLY need to know what time it is. Sometimes I check my watch a few times a minute, if I'm not doing anything else.

And if I notice cracks on the floor, I must avoid them by any means necessary. If I don't notice them, it's fine. But if I look down... Sometimes the cracks are faint enough for me to avoid them. But if my attention is called to them, then I must avoid them even if they are faint.

Unless they're ubercracks...You know, the type of floor with cracks and bits so small that you couldn't step on them if you tried? Those are virtually impossible to get around. If possible, I try to avoid these altogether, even if it means a longer route.

And in my room...

Everything must be as it is. I have an order in my madness, things should stay where they are. I know where they are that way. Cleaning means I don't know where anything is anymore. When I make my bed, it must be made in the same way. The sheets must be facing the same way. My pillows must be in a certain order. They must be facing a certain direction. I get INCREDIBLY irritated when my pillows are moved. And downright pissed off when they're taken out of the pillow cases and moved around.

On my desktop...My computer desktop, that is.

All of my icons have their own places. Not lined up. I don't like that. My icons are scattered. Grouped, in my mind. I know where they all are. I get lost if they're auto-arranged.

And...Wow, I've lost interest in my OCD stuff.

Maybe I should just post this now....It's already almost a week late.

Oh, and I'm now officially done summer school, by the way. Ended it with a 78. Which is pretty damn good for me. I usually get high 50's, low 60's. But I have the attention span and memory retention of a rock.

I think I'm done.

Until next time,

Better late than....uhhh...on fire?

~Kataron