Sigh.

Grr...Just had the startings of a post on here, and I lost it.

Ahem.

I must apologize again for a lack of posting. I had promised a full post earlier, but then Esmee came over for two nights in a row and my computer died.

And not just...keyboard dead this time. Dead. Deceased. Utterly fucked.

Best I can tell, anyway.

It started this morning when I got up. I was informed that it didn't want to start. I promised to check it out later. I checked the connections briefly and everything seemed to be in place. I wasn't sure what the problem was. Then I opened it up after Esmee left. I smelled something you never want to smell when it comes to computers. Burning.

I'm not sure how it happened. I know there was a power outage this morning, which might have something to do with it, but the computer was supposedly off at the time.

But yeah.

Felix is dead. And yes, my computer had a name. Felix. It's a good goddamn name. He'd been with me five or six years. My first and only computer. Windows 98. Pentium 2. 7.8 gig hard drive.

Gods, I'll miss him.

If and when we get around replacing him, I'm going to see if I can transplant the hard drive to get my shit off it. Yeah...Sigh.

That also renders me completely unable to play computer games. Not that I did before, what with the unopening disc drive and all, but I was at least playing that Warlords Battlecry 2 game.

Dang.

So, what do I need to discuss on here?

I guess I should probably start with Christmas...

Well, Christmas came and went without a post. I was busy.

I got....

-A new discman.
-Ratchet: Deadlocked
-New dress shirt
-New pants
-Metal Coke Lunchbox
-A bunch of monies.

And probably some other stuff that I can't be bothered to remember.

Christmas used to be such a big thing to me. I'd build it up so much in my mind. Weeks beforehand, I'd be freaking out about it. But now, it just doesn't really matter. It's two weeks off school, and that's about it. Free shit. Yeah.

I didn't bother really getting any gifts this year. Just one for my mother, and one for Esmee. And I went half-and-half with my brother for my mom's, which was a nice little candle holder with a bunch of labs in Santa hats sitting around it. I thought it was nifty.

For Esmee, I got one of those charm bracelets. She liked it.

But yeah...I never have any money, so I'm not a big gift-giver. I could theoretically save my lunch money an buy people things, but fuck that shit. My money, and Nate needs his Coke. I'm afraid my caffeine addiction comes before 98.6% of my friends.

Yeah.

And another thing, it's become 'Happy Holidays'. Not 'Merry Christmas'. Because we're politically fuckin' correct. Fuck that shit.

Merry motherfucking Christmas. Not happy holidays. Fuck that. What, are people offended by the phrase 'Merry Christmas'? Suck it up, you stupid bastard. I don't get why people would get offended by that or whatever. I'm not Christian, I still celebrate it. And I'm not offended by any other celebrations of holidays. The Jewish one, however the fuck its spelled. Yeah. Not offened by that.

Celebrate whatever the fuck you want to, and be jovial about it. Be loud. Let people know what you're celebrating. CELEBRATE ME!

But like all other holidays, Christmas is completely and utterly commercialized. It's all about buyin' shit. Fuck that. Go against the system. Make something. Steal something. Burn an effigy. Now that'd be a Christmas present. I would love for somebody, for some sort of holiday, to surprise me with the burning of a figure designed to look like somebody I hate. That would be fucking awesome. There, now you people know what I want for whatever the fuck the next holiday is gonna be.

I also promised game reviews.

Okay, we got two.

Armoured Core: Nexus.

A giant robot fighting game. Yay!

The Armoured Core line has been around for a while. I would highly recommend any of these games, they're fucking fun. This one was no exception.

This is a world run by the corporations. They are more powerful than the government, and the only thing that can oppose a powerful corporation is another powerful corporation. The corps seem to make most of their money selling mech parts. An there are some damn nice ones.

Of course, the corps all have different ideologies. One wants to rule by power. One wants to research ancient technologies. And then the others, I don't remember.

All corporations just kind of sidestep the government, or just push through them. They're pretty much powerless.

And the main tool in this giant corporate game of chess is the Ravens.

As a Raven, you get hired out to do all sorts of jobs. And generally, you get a choice. You can work for or against a company, which will open different missions paths. Success, failure, it all steers you in different directions.

I was always very interested in the different parts for the robots.

And damn, there's a lot.

Weapons include:

Pistols
Shotguns
Rifles
Energy Rifles
Sniper Rifles
Energy Swords
Rocket Launchers
Missile Lauchers
and some other ones.

And it's very indepth in the robot customization. You can't just strap it with tonnes of heavy weapons, because it would be too heavy. You need arms that'll support enough weight, and legs that will support everything.

And if you put on heavy arms or heavy legs, you lose mobility. So you need to work out a strategy based on what you like. Fast, heavy, boom.

The best bit is, you can get three mechs. And they can use the same parts as the others, so you don't need to buy three different sets of arms.

Let's see if I can remember all the things you need parts for...

Head
Arms
Legs
Core (chest)
Booster
Inside (small mine-type things. Some act as decoys, some mess up enemy radar, some are just rockets. Cool.)
Generator (Some weapons use more power than others.)
FCS (Fire Control System. I don't know why. But it was basicall your targetting radar.)
Back Left
Back Right (these can be a variety of things. Lasers, rocket launchers, radars.)
Weapon Left
Weapon Right
Extra Left
Extra Right (I think you can swap these for your main weapons if you run out of ammo. Never tried.)

And I think that's about it...

Yeah.

Oh, and there are four different types of legs.

Normal Legs. Evident. Can hold plenty, good mobility. Yeah.

Spider legs. Better mobility, can't hold as much as some of the heavier legs. They have four to six legs, and look FUCKING COOL.

Tank Legs. Well, not so much legs. Basically, the bottom of the robot is a fucking tank. This can hold A LOT, and the mobility is surprisingly decent. Though, you can't use boosters with it. So yeah...Still, aside from the lack of boosters, good mobility. But big, easy to hit.

And then the hover tank legs. Pretty snazzy, really. Floating parts, but they can't hold as much as the normal tank legs. Good mobility. But...I dunno, I never really used any of them.

Cool though.

I'll outline my three robots for you...

My first one was red, and was my general one. Normal legs, heavy arms + legs, assault rifle as main weapon, sniper as secondary. Good for range and close combat.

My second was my sniper. Black, 'cause that's cool, with two identical sniper rifles, as well as anything long-range I could give him. Fantastic FCS with a range of 1200 metres. :) Great sniper. Great.

My last one was my heavy one. Tank legs, heavy arms. Rocket launcher on one arm, sniper rifle on the other. And on my back...Oh, on my back...A giant motherfucking laser cannon. Took up both slots. Highest damage I saw in that game. I could take out -anything- with a few shots from that. *dreamy sigh*

He was yellow. Later changed to green, for style.

Darn, I was gonna review Ratchet: Deadlocked on here, but the laptop is running low on battery power, and I'm too lazy to find the adapter. :)

So I'll do another review tomorrow night, probably.

Until next time,
My sniper rifle's jammed. Maybe if I just....*BANG!* Shit shit shit shit I gotta hide the body shit shit shit.
~Kataron

One Week

I know, I know, it's been a while since I posted. I'm sorry.

I've been busy.

Honest.

Nah, I'm bullshitting you, I've been hanging out with my lady-friend and playing video games.

I'd do a full big post tonight, but I am le tired.

Expect full reviews of Armoured Core: Nexus and Ratchet: Deadlocked when I next do a post. And I mean -full- reviews, I beat them both. And I only got Ratchet today!

New discman, too. Quite pleased, quite pleased. Not sure if I'll be able to pump out a post tomorrow night, I think I might be staying at Esmee's. If not, then the day after. I promise.

Anyways, I'm off for the night.

I swear, there'll be a real post up on here sometime soon. Until then, just keep rereading my Katarotica. Ohhhh yeah. *thrusthrustthrust*

And if you need something to read instead, I recommend:

Some
Other
Blogs
That
I
Read

Yeah.

G'night, folks.

Until next time,
And from that moment on, he was convinced that Santa was a pedophile.
~Kataron

Katarotica

Justin looked around the crowded living room for his friend, Steve.

"Dammit, he was here a moment ago," Justin muttered under his breath, "I hope he's around here somewhere....Ah, is that him?"

Justin pushed through a throng of stationary teenagers, and tapped somebody on the shoulder. The person turned. A stranger's face looked back at him.

"Err...Sorry, thought you were somebody else," Justin apologized quickly, and walked away.

Giving up, Justin sat on the middle of the couch sitting against the back wall of the room. To his left was a couple making out, and to his right was a man that looked like he was about to pass out. Justin sat there uncomfortably, not wanting to get any closer to either of the other parties on the couch, but not wanting to join the hustle and bustle of the central party again. He pondered leaving, but then remembered that his friend had been his ride, and he had no other way of getting home. He sighed and continued to wait on the couch, looking around for hope of seeing his friend somewhere.

After a short time, the drunkard to his right got up and wandered off, probably to acquire more alcohol. He didn't return, but Justin heard a crash from the other room and assumed that he had found a new location in which to pass out. After another few minutes, the couple on his left got up and went upstairs together, probably to one of the house's spare bedrooms.

Justin was now, to his relief, alone on the couch.

Now Justin took a moment to appreciate how comfortable the couch actually was. He was thinking about this when somebody else came over to the couch and sat next to him. There was plenty of free space on the couch that wasn't all that close to him, but this person elected to sit right next to him.

Justin looked over to see a pretty girl that he had seen around school, but never actually talked to before. He gulped, and wondered why she had sat down next to him. She was holding two drinks, and smiled at him.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Ivy."

She offered him one of the drinks. Justin, as a rule, didn't drink, but decided that it would be impolite to refuse an offer from somebody, especially a pretty girl. He accepted the drink and took a small sip.

"I'm," he gulped again, "Justin. I came here with a friend of mine, but he seems to have wandered off."

She nodded as if she understood what he was saying, but Justin doubted very much that she had ever been ditched at a party.

"Oh well. Now I'm here to keep you company, Justin," she said, smiling at him.

Justin shifted uncomfortably from side to side, trying to think of what to say next. He had never been good with the ladies, and always got tongue-tied. She seemed to sense this, and laughed a little, taking the silence out of the awkward moment.

"I've seen you around school," she told him, "You were in my history class, weren't you?"

Justin nodded. He was not yet at the point where he could form a coherent sentence.

"That teacher was a dick, wasn't he? God, I hated him. I'm still mad that he failed me," she said, while moving slightly closer to Justin.

Justin noticed her movement towards him, and moved the same distance away.

"Yeah...Yeah, he was a bit of a dick, wasn't he?" Justin managed, though he had been quite fond of the teacher. Disagreeing with her didn't seem to be a good move.

She smiled at him again, glad to know that he agreed with her. She moved towards him again, and again he moved away.

"So...Justin...Just out of curiosity, who are you seeing?" she asked him.

Justin blushed and immediately became preoccupied with his hands, which rested in his lap.

"I...err...Seeing? You mean...like, dating? I...Um...Well, there was...I...Nobody." he sputtered, continuing to lock his stare on his hands, so he wouldn't have to look at her.

She seemed satisfied by this answer, and moved closer again. He moved away once more, and found himself on the edge of the couch. Any further movement would dump him on the dirty floor or the room. She seemed to realize this, and moved forward somewhat, but not as much as before. He still had a little space to himself.

Looking around the room, Justin saw a few girls watching them on the couch. One was laughing and pointing. He blushed heavily, not particularly fond of the fact that he was being watched. Ivy didn’t seem to notice them. That, or she didn’t care.

"Why are you moving away from me, Justin? Do you not like me? Are you...Intimidated by me?" she asked him, reaching one hand over and gently stroking his arm.

"I...I just...I don't know, okay? It's not that I don't like you or anything, it's just...Yeah, I guess I am a little intimidated by you."

"Don't be," she said simply, and moved towards him again.

This time, he had nowhere to move, so he simply sat there. She pressed herself against him and bit his ear lightly. He took a sharp breath and froze completely. She then stuck her tongue in his ear and moved it around a little. He felt the wetness and still couldn't move. She moved her hand and placed it on his inner thigh, moving it around in search of his penis. She found it, squeezed, and Justin fell off the couch. He got up quickly and ran from the couch. Searching for an exit, he passed by the girls that had been watching, who were now all laughing at what he had just done. Blushing and apologizing, he ran from the living room and into the kitchen.

He slowed down after he was in the next room, and found the back door. There was a large patio outside with numerous chairs. And the best part, there was nobody else outside. He took a seat in one of the long patio chairs, the kind that you can lie down in, and took a deep breath.

Justin had only been sitting there for a few minutes when Ivy followed through the back door of the house. She approached him cautiously, not wanting him to flee again. She pulled a seat closer to his own and sat down.

"I'm sorry, Justin. I didn't mean to scare you off," she said, a sincere look on her face.

Justin thought for a moment before speaking. He hadn't expected her to care enough to follow him outside and apologize.

"I'm sorry I left. I'm just...Not used to things like that happening...And especially not used to stuff like that happening with so many people around."

She smiled at him, a reassuring smile that comforted him and put him at ease.

"Well...There's nobody out here...Would you feel a little more comfortable out here, away from the watchful eyes of everybody else?" she asked, inching her chair closer to his. She looked hopefully into his eyes, and all he could do was nod silently. She continued.

"I think you're really cute, Justin. I know I came on a little strong back there, but that's just the way I am."

She moved her chair closer yet, and carefully placed her hand on Justin's, testing the new limits. He did not react to the hand, which she took as a positive sign. She squeezed it gently. After a moment, he squeezed back. She smiled at him, and moved her hand up his arm slightly, rubbing it gently. He smiled back at her, and reached up his own hand, feeling the soft skin of the arm that was rubbing him.

They were silent, neither wanting to say anything that would change the way things were.

After around a minute of silence, she leaned forward, and kissed his lips gently. After a short moment, he kissed her back. The kiss did not last long, but it was only the beginning. Smiling again, pulled her chair right up against his and leaned forward, kissing him again. The kissing became more passionate, and soon their tongues met, writhing against each others, first in the mouth of one, and then in the mouth of the other. As it became more passionate, they instinctively tried to get closer to one another, the end result of which being that Ivy nearly fell out of her chair.

They paused for a moment, laughing at it. Then she stood up and moved towards his chair. He had been sitting upright in the long chair, and she now gestured wordlessly for him to lie down. He did so, and she slowly climbed up his body on the chair, until she was on top of him. Straddling him, she looked down at him and grinned, as she felt his erection pressing up against her. Leaning down, she kissed him again, a quick, teasing kiss.

He tried to lean forward to kiss her, but found that he could not reach that high while she was sitting on him. He was completely at her mercy. And she knew it. As she sat on him, he put his hands on her sides. Slowly, he moved his hands upward, unsure of what her response would be. His hands paused just below her breasts, and he didn't seem to have the courage to move them any further. Smirking, she gently grasped his wrists and guided his hands up to her breasts. He squeezed them gently through her shirt, and in response she pressed her crotch harder against his.

Taking hold of his wrists and pushing them above his head, Ivy pinned both of his hands there, rendering him helpless once more. She leaned down and gave him more teasing kisses, each becoming more passionate than the last. Soon their tongues were exploring each other's mouths again.

It was that moment that a group of drunken party guests decided to stumble out from the back door, intent on partaking of various drinking games.

Justin immediately froze up, and Ivy sighed. Then an idea struck her, as she leaned down again and whispered into his ear.

"I think I saw a spare bedroom upstairs that wasn't being used...I'm sure a room like that would have a lock on it."

He nodded immediately. She climbed off of him and held her hand out to help him up. He accepted it, stood, and she began to lead him back towards the house. Pushing through the other party guests, they soon found themselves in front of the bedroom. Ivy tried the door, and found it unlocked. She opened it, and found it completely empty.

Grinning, she jumped on the bed and looked back at Justin, who had moved to the edge of the bed. He looked uncertain of what to do for a moment, as if he was having doubts as to whether or not he wanted to do it.

He moved towards the door. Clicking the lock, he turned back to her and smiled.

I Just Called...To Say...I Love You.

Damn shitty computer lab again.

I mean, HEY HEY KIDS!

I'm back to write more sexy sexy Erotica.

Bow chicka THRUST THRUST!

Oh, and there was CAKE AT LUNCH AND ICE CREAM AND COKE AND GOD AM I WIRED. Yeah.

I know the secrets! The secrets! YES! I'm cool.

Anyways, on with the explicit sexual content. That's right, we're up to the bit of the erotica where they GET IT ON! Let's see how much I can write afore class is over. Yes, afore. Bitch.

I'm not gonna bother copying the rest of it out here to put it on this post, so you're gonna have to go a few posts back. GIGGEDY!

~~~start!~~~

Justin had only been sitting there for a few minutes when Ivy followed through the back door of the house. She approached him cautiously, not wanting him to flee again. She pulled a seat closer to his own and sat down.

"I'm sorry, Justin. I didn't mean to scare you off," she said, a sincere look on her face.

Justin thought for a moment before speaking. He hadn't expected her to care enough to follow him outside and apologize.

"I'm sorry I left. I'm just...Not used to things like that happening...And especially not used to stuff like that happening with so many people around."

She smiled at him, a reassuring smile that comforted him and put him at ease.

"Well...There's nobody out here...Would you feel a little more comfortable out here, away from the watchful eyes of everybody else?" she asked, inching her chair closer to his. She looked hopefully into his eyes, and all he could do was nod silently. She continued.

"I think you're really cute, Justin. I know I came on a little strong back there, but that's just the way I am."

She moved her chair closer yet, and carefully placed her hand on Justin's, testing the new limits. He did not react to the hand, which she took as a positive sign. She squeezed it gently. After a moment, he squeezed back. She smiled at him, and moved her hand up his arm slightly, rubbing it gently. He smiled back at her, and reached up his own hand, feeling the soft skin of the arm that was rubbing him.

They were silent, neither wanting to say anything that would change the way things were.

After around a minute of silence, she leaned forward, and kissed his lips gently. After a short moment, he kissed her back. The kiss did not last long, but it was only the beginning. Smiling again, pulled her chair right up against his and leaned forward, kissing him again. The kissing became more passionate, and soon their tongues met, writhing against each otherr, first in the mouth of one, and then in the mouth of the other. As it became more passionate, they instinctively tried to get closer to one another, the end result of which being that Ivy nearly fell out of her chair.

They paused for a moment, laughing at it. Then she stood up and moved towards his chair. He had been sitting upright in the long chair, and she now gestured wordlessly for him to lie down. He did so, and she slowly climbed up his body on the chair, until she was on top of him. Straddling him, she looked down at him and grinned, as she felt his erection pressing up against her. Leaning down, she kissed him again, a quick, teasing kiss.

He tried to lean forward to kiss her, but found that he could not reach that high while she was sitting on him. He was completely at her mercy. And she knew it. As she sat on him, he put his hands on her sides. Slowly, he moved his hands upward, unsure of what her response would be. His hands paused just below her breasts, and he didn't seem to have the courage to move them any further. Smirking, she gently grasped his wrists and guided his hands up to her breasts. He squeezed them gently through her shirt, and in response she pressed her crotch harder against his.

Taking hold of his wrists and pushing them above his head, Ivy pinned both of his hands there, rendering him helpless once more. She leaned down and gave him more teasing kisses, each becoming more passionate than the last. Soon their tongues were exploring each other's mouths again.

It was that moment that a group of drunken party guests decided to stumble out from the back door, intent on partaking of various drinking games.

Justin immediately froze up, and Ivy sighed. Then an idea struck her, as she leaned down again and whispered into his ear.

"I think I saw a spare bedroom upstairs that wasn't being used...I'm sure a room like that would have a lock on it."

He nodded immediately. She climbed off of him and held her hand out to help him up. He accepted it, stood, and she began to lead him back towards the house. Pushing through the other party guests, they soon found themselves in front of the bedroom. Ivy tried the door, and found it unlocked. She opened it, and found it completely empty.

Grinning, she jumped on the bed and looked back at Justin, who had moved to the edge of the bed. He looked uncertain of what to do for a moment, as if he was having doubts as to whether or not he wanted to do it.

He moved towards the door. Clicking the lock, he turned back to her and smiled.


~~~END~~~

I know I'm kinda cutting off right at the good part, but I'm sure I'll get bored later and finish this. I don't want to hand in something too bad to be marked. Anyways, I'll compile it all into one post for ya now.

Until next time,
OHHH YEAH.
~Kataron

Kataron - Chapter Five

Kataron waited and continued to consume ale while his contact continued to not be present. He was raising his hand to order another ale when his contact finally stumbled through the door.

The short, stocky man seemed to be injured, but that was of no matter to Kataron. He wanted his information.

Kataron gestured for his contact to join him at the table, and the man limped over and sat down opposite Kataron.

"I'm sorry I'm late, laddie," he slurred, "I was held up by a group of bandits...There must have been dozens of them!"

Kataron sighed. Edward had already confessed to holding his contact up, meaning that it had been him, not a squad of bandits. He also noted from the man's accent that he was a Dwarf. Odd, he thought, that this was the first time he was actually hearing the man speak. All other times had been through letters and notes. Kataron shrugged it off.

"If by group of bandits, you mean one, then I'll believe you," he said, an emotionless look on his face.

The Dwarf looked shocked for a moment, but then shifted to a look of outrage.

"Are yeh callin' me a liar, laddie?" the Dwarf snarled.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. I had a little visit from the one man that held you up. Not that I blame you for being held up. I remember him well, and know of his skill. But if we could move on from here..."

The Dwarf narrowed his eyes and glared at Kataron for a moment before speaking.

"Fine. Mebbe it wasn't a group of 'em, but they still held me up. Now, do yeh want your information or not? 'cause I could give it to any other adventurer, and they'd be damn glad for the opportunity."

"Dwarf, I have not waited this long to be denied my opportunity. Speak now, lest I ensure that you shall never speak again."

Kataron concentrated, and his eyes began to glow a dull red. He found that theatrical stunts like that usually scared the other person into doing what they wanted. Dwarves especially were wary of magic.

The Dwarf looked like he was about to choke, but recovered.

"Aye, laddie, I'll give ye what yeh came here fer. No need to get all glowy...

Yeh see, I've come across an ancient key that'll give yeh access to one of the many ruins of the Shifting Lands. It won't be easy to find, nor will it be easy to return from, but be assured that it will be well worth it."

Kataron pondered for a moment. The Shifting Lands. The lands that were beyond all human maps, the lands that were constantly changing, making it entirely impossible to record. Yes, it would be difficult. But the Shifting Lands were also home to many magical artifacts and gold. It would surely be worth it. Especially if it was a ruin that was sealed magically...That would ensure that nobody else had looted the ruin...

"I'll take it," Kataron said briefly.

"Yes'ir, but I won't be able to sell it for less than two hundred gold," the Dwarf replied.

Kataron narrowed his eyes.

"I expect I'll be getting a discount due to your late arrival," he said, glaring at the Dwarf.

"I dinnae give discounts, laddie."

Kataron concentrated again, and his eyes glowed red again.

"All right, all right, I'll give it to yeh, but for no less than one hundred and fifty gold."

Kataron nodded and tossed the bag of gold Edward had left across the table to the Dwarf. The Dwarf grinned, slid a small object wrapped in cloth across the table, and wandered over to the bar. Kataron reached over and picked up his prize.

Unwrapping the cloth, he removed a stone key encrusted with various gems. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, and the key glowed. It was magical, all right.

~~~end~~~

Yep.

Back again.

Last period.

Yep.

Once more, I could continue writing my story, but I'm going to elect not to for the moment, and instead tackle another issue. Eric came to me yesterday with a problem. You see, Dave and Eric have a Christian blog wherein they discuss christianity and things related. Recently there has been a douche repeatedly commenting on their latest post, so much so that they haven't been able to get around to a new post, because they've had to deal with this person, who seems to think they know what they're talking about.

Help me Nate, Eric told me. So I went on their blog last night and flamed the bastard. Flamed him good. If he responds, I shall do so again. Because if I don't, and if this continues, Dave said he would disable comments on their blog, so they don't get caught up in stupid debates. The post had been about condoms and how they're a sin to use, but this person seemed to be dragging up all aspects of christianity, and veering completely off topic.

But yeah, that made me want to discuss religion.

As you probably know, I'm not a religious man. I have a lot of Christian friends, I attend a Christian youth group, and I go on Christian retreats, but that doesn't make me a Christian. I've had numerous friends around me convert to Christianity just in the time that I'd known them, and many others have been Christian as long as I've known them. But yeah. Not me. I've withstood many efforts at conversion. In fact, I invested in Faith, a skill that instantly kills me should I be converted. Don't get the joke? Play some more Age of Empires 2. Trust me, it's a good joke.

Anyways, I'm just not the religious type, myself. But I have a base understanding of Christianity, from extended periods of time with friends of such, and from my youth group/religious retreats.

I've enjoyed some of the stuff, like hanging out at my youth group and doing the religious drama last year that raked in a bunch of cash for the youth group. But then other aspects have scared the shit out of me, like the weekend retreat wherein Christians were dropping like flies as the leader walked around touching them on the head. That was freaky.

But I have absolutely nothing against Christians. I mean, the religion is basically telling the people to be good. Don't steal, don't kill, don't bang the neighbour's wife. That kind of stuff. And really, that's good advice. That's being a good guy. And I'm glad that the religion is teaching that kind of stuff, because most Christians I've known have been damn nice guys. So I'm not going to have a problem with them being good people.

It's when they try to push their religious beliefs on you that I have a problem. When they try to convert you when you're quite content with the way things are, that's what bothers me. It's not like I lead a bad life. I'm not killing people, I'm not stealing things. I'm certainly not banging my neighbour's wife. I don't need to follow religion to be a good person. But if I want to masturbate, then I'm going to masturbate. There's nothing wrong with that, in my opinion. I'm certainly not hurting anybody. That's basically my view on what to do and what not to do. If it's going to hurt somebody, don't do it. If not, then for the most part, whatever. Killing somebody, that would hurt somebody. Theft, that would hurt somebody. And I know my neighbour would be irritated if somebody else was banging his wife like a drum. But yeah. If it doesn't hurt anybody, then why not?

That's my view on it.

But yeah, if you want to be a good person, if you want to follow all of those countless rules, then go ahead. As long as you don't try to force them on me, I won't have to kill you. And really, I'm not a bad person. I lead a good life. That's enough for me. It should be enough for you, too.

But mostly, I fucking hate this school's administration. I still don't understand why we're getting kicked out of the stairwell. And I'm going to keep going there, in the mornings, during spare. Maybe not at lunch tomorrow, in case the big 'ole bitch comes back, but I'll be back there. I like that spot. It's a damn good spot. And there's absolutely nothing wrong with being there. Nobody has been able to logically explain to me exactly why that's a fire hazard, so it doesn't matter what they say. They can all go die.

Yep.

What else is there that I wanted to talk about?

I dunno. So, tomorrow is the last full day of school before Christmas. Thursday is a shortened day, all of the classes cut short so we can go see the Christmas assembly, and then Friday there's just no school. Leaving tomorrow as the last full day. Not that...You know, any days are actually full to me, what with my two classes and all. Tomorrow I have a test in math and another computer lab period for Writer's Craft. Oh, and tomorrow we should be getting into the good stuff in Writer's Craft.

Oh, and I was working more on my fantasy world today. Today, I managed to write up the histories for Humans, Gnomes, and 3/4 of the Goblin history. Review periods in math = Good. I still have a ways to go, though. It's only once I've completed the race histories that I can truly begin the world history, because I need to know how the races operate first. Then the Gods and Magics, I'll also need the race histories for, to know who to match what with. But it's going incredibly well so far. I could be working on it now, but I've decided to grace you all with a blog post instead. First period's for writing that, though with the test tomorrow, I guess I won't be able to. Sigh. The test doesn't matter, of course, I'm going to fail that class. But it doesn't matter because I've learned I can get into college without geometry. So it's all good. I'm thinking of dropping that and retaking calculus, which I've failed.

Math and I have an interesting relationship. I'm not that great at it. Mostly because I don't care enough to pay attention or do the homework or study. If I put any effort into it, I could easily do well in it. But I don't. I have failed every single math exam I've had since I got to the school. Grade nine, grade ten, grade eleven. I didn't even go to my grade twelve calculus exam. And yet I still managed to pass every course except Calculus.

Tomorrow, I am going to buy a cake. Not one of those shitty little three dollar cakes. A full cake. A Zehrs cake. One of the Oreo ones, I think, like the kind I bought last year when Jared gave me twenty dollars. I'm currently up to nine, and am relying on my lunch money tomorrow to buy it. If I can manage a bit more money, I'll also get a thing of ice cream. Something vanilla-y. Maybe just normal vanilla, maybe cookies and cream, something like that. Yep, it's gonna be grand.

And now, due to boredom, I shall write a new chapter in the ongoing adventure of Kataron. The most recent chapter was in October, but there were three more around August. You can go back yourselves and find those ones. Yeah.

Anyways, Kataron's still a-waitin' for his contact, who was delayed by one day due to the jackassery of an old 'friend' of Kataron's, Edward. Let's watch what happens now!

(It'll be its own post)

Until next time,
DOUCHE!
~Kataron

And Thus It Continues

Yeah. Back in a computer room for more working on project. Unfortunately, we ended up in the worst computer room in the school. *unimpressed look*

And to think, I took computer programming in this classroom in grade ten. The computers weren't like this then.

I'll start on the project again in a couple minutes.

We got kicked out from under the stairwell again, and this time Ms. Burns threatened suspension for 'repeat offenders'. So we could be suspended for hanging out under some stairs. Is it just me, or is that the most flawed system ever? Bah. So I could get suspended for being there. Yep. Not gonna stop, though. I think it would be amusing to get suspended for something that stupid. Yeah.

Anyways, on with the show, I guess.

First, I'll copy what I did yesterday onto here. Then I continue.

HA!

~~~start!~~~

Justin looked around the crowded living room for his friend, Steve.

"Dammit, he was here a moment ago," Justin muttered under his breath, "I hope he's around here somewhere....Ah, is that him?"

Justin pushed through a throng of stationary teenagers, and tapped somebody on the shoulder. The person turned. A stranger's face looked back at him.

"Err...Sorry, thought you were somebody else," Justin apologized quickly, and walked away.

Giving up, Justin sat on the middle of the couch sitting against the back wall of the room. To his left was a couple making out, and to his right was a man that looked like he was about to pass out. Justin sat there uncomfortably, not wanting to get any closer to either of the other parties on the couch, but not wanting to join the hustle and bustle of the central party again. He pondered leaving, but then remembered that his friend had been his ride, and he had no other way of getting home. He sighed and continued to wait on the couch, looking around for hope of seeing his friend somewhere.

After a short time, the drunkard to his right got up and wandered off, probably to acquire more alcohol. He didn't return, but Justin heard a crash from the other room and assumed that he had found a new location in which to pass out. After another few minutes, the couple on his left got up and went upstairs together, probably to one of the house's spare bedrooms.

Justin was now, to his relief, alone on the couch.

Now Justin took a moment to appreciate how comfortable the couch actually was. He was thinking about this when somebody else came over to the couch and sat next to him. There was plenty of free space on the couch that wasn't all that close to him, but this person elected to sit right next to him.

Justin looked over to see a pretty girl that he had seen around school, but never actually talked to before. He gulped, and wondered why she had sat down next to him. She was holding two drinks, and smiled at him.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Ivy."

She offered him one of the drinks. Justin, as a rule, didn't drink, but decided that it would be impolite to refuse an offer from somebody, especially a pretty girl. He accepted the drink and took a small sip.

"I'm," he gulped again, "Justin. I came here with a friend of mine, but he seems to have wandered off."

She nodded as if she understood what he was saying, but Justin doubted very much that she had ever been ditched at a party.

"Oh well. Now I'm here to keep you company, Justin," she said, smiling at him.

(NOTE!: everything past this bit is new)

Justin shifted uncomfortably from side to side, trying to think of what to say next. He had never been good with the ladies, and always got tongue-tied. She seemed to sense this, and laughed a little, taking the silence out of the awkward moment.

"I've seen you around school," she told him, "You were in my history class, weren't you?"

Justin nodded. He was not yet at the point where he could form a coherent sentence.

"That teacher was a dick, wasn't he? God, I hated him. I'm still mad that he failed me," she said, while moving slightly closer to Justin.

Justin noticed her movement towards him, and moved the same distance away.

"Yeah...Yeah, he was a bit of a dick, wasn't he?" Justin managed, though he had been quite fond of the teacher. Disagreeing with her didn't seem to be a good move.

She smiled at him again, glad to know that he agreed with her. She moved towards him again, and again he moved away.

"So...Justin...Just out of curiousity, who are you seeing?" she asked him.

Justin blushed and immediately became preoccupied with his hands, which rested in his lap.

"I...err...Seeing? You mean...like, dating? I...Um...Well, there was...I...Nobody." he sputtered, continuing to lock his stare on his hands, so he wouldn't have to look at her.

She seemed satisfied by this answer, and moved closer again. He moved away once more, and found himself on the edge of the couch. Any further movement would dump him on the dirty floor or the room. She seemed to realize this, and moved forward somewhat, but not as much as before. He still had a little space to himself.

"Why are you moving away from me, Justin? Do you not like me? Are you...Intimidated by me?" she asked him, reaching one hand over and gently stroking his arm.

"I...I just...I don't know, okay? It's not that I don't like you or anything, it's just...Yeah, I guess I am a little intimidated by you."

"Don't be," she said simply, and moved towards him again.

This time, he had nowhere to move, so he simply sat there. She pressed herself against him and bit his ear lightly. He took a sharp breath and froze completely. She then stuck her tongue in his ear and moved it around a little. He felt the wetness and still couldn't move. She moved her hand and placed it on his inner thigh, moving it around in search of his penis. She found it, squeezed, and Justin fell off the couch. He got up quickly and ran from the room, apologizing to her as he went.

He slowed down after he was out of the room, and found the back door. There was a large patio outside with numerous chairs. And the best part, there was nobody else outside. He took a seat in one of the chairs and took a deep breath.

~~~end!~~~

Period's over, gotta go.

Accusations

Back again, last period. I could continue my story from Writer's Craft, but I'm going to elect not to, so I can have something to do in the computer labs for the next two days. But yeah.

Doesn't seem to be much happening in the gaming front today...Or over the past couple days, as far as I can tell. Though, EvilAvatar did link to a pretty awesome article about video games and law.

Check it out.

I love gaming news that's actually put out by gamers, so you don't get fools like Jack Thompson blathering on and on about things they couldn't possibly hope to understand. It makes me just want to beat them to death with baseball bats.

Yep.

I was playing Urban Dead this morning, and apparently now there's supply helicopters dropping supplies around the city. 'ooo,' I thought, 'free stuff'. Both of my characters are now dead. Well, Kataron's dead because some stupid jackasses decided to heavily barricade all of the buildings around my headquarters. Fucking jackasses, I couldn't find a single building that wasn't heavily barricaded. *unimpressed look* So now I'm dead.

Phate is dead because I decided to take him to a mall in a nearby suburb. Again, finding my AP low, I searched for sanctuary. All I found was a bunch of heavily barricaded buildings. Bastards. So now both of my characters are dead. Although at least now I can't lose experience from Zombie Hunters getting headshots on me. They've changed that slightly, best I can tell. Yep.

Oh, and I've been working more on The World of Kataron lately, my very own fantasy world. I'm currently writing up Race Histories. It's pretty fun. So far, I've High Elves, Wood Elves, Snow Elves, Sea Elves, Nomad Elves, Dark Elves, Cloud Elves, Mountain Dwarves, Hill Dwarves, and today I finished Sea Dwarves. I have a lot left to go, though. I haven't even really gotten into the fun war-like races, the goblins, the orcs, the minotaurs. That'll be fun, oh yes.

Oh, and I recently began a game of...Something or other over at Rick's house. It's a Real Time Strategy game with RPG elements. Snazzy. You create...

Wow, kids these days are pretty weird. Seriously, just find somewhere where teens will hang out, sit there, and watch. If you can watch without them realizing, it's quite interesting. For the past few minutes, there's been a very odd short person flirting with the girl on the computer next to me. It was...Interesting. Yeah.

Anyways.

In this game, you create a hero to lead your army. The hero gains levels and gets abilities and other kickass things. There's a bunch of races, too. Human, Dwarf, Dark Dwarf, High Elf, Fey, Wood Elf, Dark Elf, Minotaur, Undead, and maybe another race or two. It's damn cool. I created a Dark Elf hero and led my troops into battle. Unfortunately, as all of the character portraits were female, I couldn't use Kataron as my character's name. So I elected to instead use Esmee. It worked rather well.

I'm going to invade the Undead Capitol and take control of them. :)

When did libraries change, exactly? The stereotypical library has posters and shit everywhere telling people to be quiet, and those old librarians that are constantly shushing people. That just wouldn't work at a high school, I guess. It's so goddamn loud.

I desperately need a new discman. If nothing else, than to tune out all of the sounds around me.

I'm going to go now.

Until next time,
To the Undead Capitol city! Wait, why do they have a capitol city? Nevermind, let's just burn it down.
~Kataron

Work 'n stuff.

Well, looks like we're back. I was busy for most of the weekend entertaining my lady-friend and playing video games. But yeah.

Right now I'm in Writer's Craft, in a computer room, where we're going to be for the next three days, working on our next thing.

It can be a dialogue, a monologue, or a normal Portfolio Piece. The Portfolio Piece would have to be a lot longer than the others, but that's what I'm going to do.

Why, you ask?

So I can write Erotica.

That's right, over the next few days, I'm going to be writing erotica on here. Vague stuff mostly, for the project. It's going to center around the whole seduction aspect of it. That's my favourite part. But I'm trying to work out names for the characters...I'm not good with names, not good at all. I could go fantasy-ish, using Kataron and some lady-name, but I don't know. I think I want to set it more modern-ish, at a party. There's just something about seduction at a party. All of those other people, but then the two come together like that. Yeah. So a modern setting, at a party of some sort. So I need names. Hmmm...

Names....

I could name the male after myself, but that might be a little weird, both for me writing and for the teacher marking...So let's see...*looks around*

Justin. That's the male's name. Justin. Good old Justin. Named after Justin in this class, though I'm not trying to make the character him, per se, I just likes the name.

And just to know what's what, Justin will be a rather shy boy, nerdy, not very good with the ladies. He's only had a couple lady-friends before, and nothing particularly serious. He shall have...Short black hair, striking green eyes, a small black goatee, and will wear contacts. At this party, he shall be wearing jeans and a black dress shirt. Yeah, that sounds about right. That's the male character.

Now I needs a lady-name...

Let's see...

I don't want to name her after somebody else in this class, or it might get weird...What with the other character being named Justin and all...Let's call her...Ivy. Good old baby name site. I should use that for names more often. That means that this story is going to be between Justin and Ivy. I was considering a J-name, Janet or something, but I think one J-name is enough. Yeah.

So, Justin and Ivy.

She shall be...Well, rather slutty. She's going to persue the shy Justin and try to get his sweet sweet lovin'. Yeah. I think it works better with the lady being the one that wants it more, because it just seems more...acceptable. It would be bad if it was some dude pressuring a girl for sex, but if it's a girl trying to get with a guy, I think she'd be a little more sneaky about it, more sly and whatnot. I dunno. But let's dress her, shall we? Ivy shall wear...A short, tight black skirt, as well as a tight black shirt that reveals enough cleavage to entice a man. Which isn't necessarily all that much, but whatever. She'll be wearing all sorts of make-up (but to a limit. Too much make-up just looks like crap.), and her long brown hair will be in two pig-tails, an innocent hairdo clashing with the sluttiness of her outfit. Yes.

The setting will be at a party of a friend of Ivy's. A friend will have dragged Justin there and then ditched him. There will be a lot of alcohol and other such things at the party, as one would find at many a teenage party. Oh, and the characters are eighteen and nineteen respectively, Justin and Ivy. Yeah.

And...

Scene!

Justin looked around the crowded living room for his friend, Steve.

"Dammit, he was here a moment ago," Justin muttered under his breath, "I hope he's around here somewhere....Ah, is that him?"

Justin pushed through a throng of stationary teenagers, and tapped somebody on the shoulder. The person turned. A stranger's face looked back at him.

"Err...Sorry, thought you were somebody else," Justin apologized quickly, and walked away.

Giving up, Justin sat on the middle of the couch sitting against the back wall of the room. To his left was a couple making out, and to his right was a man that looked like he was about to pass out. Justin sat there uncomfortably, not wanting to get any closer to either of the other parties on the couch, but not wanting to join the hustle and bustle of the central party again. He pondered leaving, but then remembered that his friend had been his ride, and he had no other way of getting home. He sighed and continued to wait on the couch, looking around for hope of seeing his friend somewhere.

After a short time, the drunkard to his right got up and wandered off, probably to acquire more alcohol. He didn't return, but Justin heard a crash from the other room and assumed that he had found a new location in which to pass out. After another few minutes, the couple on his left got up and went upstairs together, probably to one of the house's spare bedrooms.

Justin was now, to his relief, alone on the couch.

Now Justin took a moment to appreciate how comfortable the couch actually was. He was thinking about this when somebody else came over to the couch and sat next to him. There was plenty of free space on the couch that wasn't all that close to him, but this person elected to sit right next to him.

Justin looked over to see a pretty girl that he had seen around school, but never actually talked to before. He gulped, and wondered why she had sat down next to him. She was holding two drinks, and smiled at him.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Ivy."

She offered him one of the drinks. Justin, as a rule, didn't drink, but decided that it would be impolite to refuse an offer from somebody, especially a pretty girl. He accepted the drink and took a small sip.

"I'm," he gulped again, "Justin. I came here with a friend of mine, but he seems to have wandered off."

She nodded as if she understood what he was saying, but Justin doubted very much that she had ever been ditched at a party.

"Oh well. Now I'm here to keep you company, Justin," she said, smiling at him.

~~~~~~

Well, the period's about to end, so I'd better publish this and get ready to leave. I'll probably come back and write more during last period, maybe make a proper blog post. Yep.

Until next time,
Damn hippies.
~Kataron

Let Go

Well, I'm back again. Last period in the library once more, because of my missed blog post last night.

Yeah.

Today was pretty good, I guess. We didn't do much in math, so I just worked on my fantasy world. Completed the history of the Mountain Dwarves today. Moved on to Hill Dwarves. Then it's Sea Dwarves, something of my own creation. Yes.

Then during second...Well, I kinda forget the majority of this period. A new person has begun to hang around with us during the period, an Asian girl. Asian people kick ass. All in all, they're my favourite kind of people. I know that sounds really weird, but it's true. Yep. Anyways, they played cards and I drank Coke. It was good.

Lunch was adequate.

And during Writer's Craft, I got to lead a 'brain-storming' thing at the end. It was awesome. I got to yell at the students and write things on the board. Ah, good times. That's what I want to do, I want to teach an English class for like...A week. That would be -awesome-. Yep.

Oh, and I read my homework story to the class. We had to write something using both direct and indirect speech.

It's actually one of my favourite things that I've written lately, so I figure I'll type it out for you now.

~~~start~~~

The door creaked open and he walked in. Another hard day at work had left him drained. He went into the living room and sat in his favourite chair, in front of the television. But instead of turning it on, he looked towards the shadows in the corner of the room.

They were always there, no matter how well-lit the room was. They seemed to take on a life of their own. But it was only recently that he had begun to talk to them.

"I fucking hate my boss," he said to the shadows.

The shadows told him that they knew. The shadows told him that they had been present at his work, that they had seen how he was mistreated. The shadows told him that this could only get worse.

"I don't know why the boss picks on me" he said, "there are plenty of other people there that don't do half the work I do. They goof off, they don't get things done. The whole place would fall apart if it weren't for me!"

The shadows assured him that they knew. The shadows had seen everything. The shadows told him that they were mocking him behind his back. The shadows had seen it all, seen what he hadn't, and they told him what he had always suspected.

The shadows told him not to put up with it anymore. The shadows told him to take a stand. And they told him how to do this.

He got up from his chair and began to collect supplies for his plan of retribution. He never saw the shadows move, or the seemingly floating red light. He saw only darkness.

~~~end~~~

Heh. The librarian just yelled at all of the students. That entertains me. They're so goddamn loud. I feel like yelling at them to, but they'd just look at me funny. God damn, I hate students in this library. They never shut up. They just talk and talk and talk, and it gets too loud. It gets so loud that the others have to talk louder in order to be heard over the rest. It just gets louder and louder, and louder. Until something shuts them up. And nothing shuts them up. Which is irritating.

I have a few things that I intended to do for my blog post last night. One was a list of people I hate. But I want to put a little more thought into that and compile a larger list.

I also wanted to write about a fight between a lion and my penis, but that hardly seems appropriate to be writing about while in the library, so I shall write of it later. Instead I shall write of other things that I thought about earlier.

I should have my own radio show. It would be the greatest radio show in the history of forever. I would have eccentric guests. Like Jared. And Eric. I would play music that does not relate to the discusson, and I would not play any of the 'popular' songs of the day unless I am drunk. And as I do not drink, that would be a difficult state for me to attain. Some days, I would just talk about the news. Some days, I would have a radio call-in thing, and get strangers to call in. After doing so, I would insult their beliefs and their mothers.

Needless to say, the show would be grand.

I don't really like the radio. In general. I like the control of a Discman or an MP3 Player. I like playing the songs that I want, and not waiting and hoping for one to come on. But if I had my own radio show, I think I could appeal to a broader audience than just a group of geriatrics. 'cause I'm cool like that. And...Not crazy.

Yeah. Dammit, there was something I was thinking about on the bus this morning that I realized I wanted to blog about. But it's gone now. Damn. I can't for the life of me remember what it is.

LARPing.

Live
Action
Role
Playing.

That's what I'm going to do with Seth, Scott, Jared, and quite possibly some others. This was a plan that we instigated forever ago, we were going to go to the house of one of Seth's relatives, and LARP our asses off. It never got off the ground. But now it's back in the cards, and the cards say that it should be good for January. I am quite excited, but also worried. I'm shit with costumes, I can't make a good one for the life of me. But I need to make one to make the other nerds jealous. Any help on this would be greatly appreciated, suggestions or offers to do it for me. But yeah.

I also need to decide what class to play.

See, Jared and I have a system. There can only be one mage. One wizard. One all-powerful kickass magic-user between the two of us. It's just...The way it is. On Dormalechor, he was the wizard, and I was the disenfranchised(sp?) mercenary. On Volius, I was the mage, and he was the insane ranger. On Laduinor, though, we were both sages. Not exactly wizards, but still along the same lines. But our characters need to differ, to play off of each other's strenghts and cover the other's weaknesses. If he plays the wizard, I need to be melee, that I may better protect him from whatever monsters decide to attack him. If I play the wizard, he must be the protector. It's a system we've had in place for a long, long time, for any party-based roleplaying we do.

Mind you, I might enjoy being a fighter. If you know anything of magic-users in LARPs, it involves throwing nerf darts and such while yelling "Lightning Bolt!" or "Magic Missile!". And let's face it, there's nothing quite so lame as a geek in a cloak standing in a snowy forest throwing nerf darts while yelling "Melf's Acid Arrow!" trying to slay an orc. Yeah.

Oh, and stay tuned later. I kinda feel like having an all-out siege of the school. From zombies! Watch as myself and a few others defend the entire school from the undead menace. Will Jared be slain and join them? Stay tuned and find out that yes, yes he does! I mean...Stay tuned and find out!

I've always been entertained by people that blame their problems on others. It's the Vice-Principal's fault I'm being suspended, it's the teacher's fault I failed the test. Oh, shut the fuck up. Keep talking like that and I'll bitch-slap you. Why? Because I can. I'm sick and tired of people not accepting blame for their own shit. If I fail a test, then I failed the fucking test. The teacher did not 'fail me'. I may dislike a teacher for giving difficult tests, for being a dick, or for being Mr. Vidug, but I will never blame a teacher for my own failures. Unless the teacher did something like not give us enough time for an assignment, but even then unless it's more than just me not done, it wouldn't be the teacher's fault.

I wish I had a sniper rifle. I would trade Jared for a sniper rifle and a bunch of ammo. Oh, or my soul. I'd trade my soul for a nice sniper rifle. But if I do that, I'd better get a damn nice rifle. *nods*

Ever wonder why the bad guys are always so evil? It's because they're lonely.

I need more caffeine. And the period's about to end.

Kataron out.

Until next time,
You know damn well that the Hokey Pokey is what it's all about.
~Kataron

Ghosts

I don't feel much like doing a post tonight. I had one all planned out, too. I was going to list off people that I hate, have various fights with things, and such.

My dog Briar had a stroke the other day. He couldn't even get up the stairs of the back porch to come back inside. My dad had to go help him. Today my dad had to put him down.

Briar had been with us for about twelve years. That's two-thirds of my lifetime, and now he's gone.

I just...I'm sorry. There'll be a real post up tomorrow, probably. I'm gonna go to bed.

Goodnight.

In The End

You know what pisses me off? When anonymous posters go on somebody's blog and criticize them on things like spelling and grammar. I mean, I don't have a problem with anonymous jackasses on my blog. That's why I haven't disabled anonymous comments. But it reaches a line.

When you're going to go on the blog of somebody you don't know and insult them because maybe they don't spell words correctly, or maybe they're not grammar nazis, and do this on a serious post, then you're a fucktard. On Abby's blog, she did a post talking about how a friend of hers has been hurting himself. She doesn't have particularly good spelling and grammar, but this is a fairly serious topic. You've got to be a major fucking jackass to bitch about that on a topic so serious.

Gah.

I honestly want to find the people that wrote that and break their fingers. That is so fucking stupid.

Yeah...Plus the whole hurting-oneself topic probably means more to me than some others, as I've been known to do that myself.

But yeah. I do it to get a little physical pain to take my mind off the emotional junk. Me doing that doesn't mean that I'm going to kill myself. It doesn't mean that I'm very fucked up in the head. It just means that I wanted a distraction. It's not an act, it's not a ploy to get people's attention. It's not really something I advertise. Granted, I do it on my arm (for the most part), not the most concealed place, but that doesn't mean it's for attention or any shit like that.

One of the other comments on her blog...Well, this was her first comment.

"You've really got to hate yourself to hurt yourself. At least he's telling you about it, but it's pretty unfair to put that kind of guilt on you. But then, in a way he's asking for help. My first impulse would be to yell at him but I don't doubt his pain is real. Find him a suicide hotline and/or counselor in the phone book (it may be under 'mental health') and go with him, or be with him as he calls, even if it's in the next room, so there's a 'real' person in the vicinity rooting for him.

And, as a survivor of adolescence, four words: YOU WILL SURVIVE IT! Hang in there."

Doing that doesn't mean you hate yourself, first off. And fuck if it's unfair to put that kind of guilt on you. Do you have any fucking idea what it's like for him, to have it so bad that he actually does that? For me, just telling somebody takes some of the burden off my back, it makes things better, it doesn't hurt as much. Yelling sure as hell wouldn't help. Nor would a suicide hotline or a counselor or some other shit like that. We don't necessarily want to share with complete strangers. If we want to, then we can of our own accord.

But you know what? Just read the post. Read the comments. Put in your thoughts. It's a serious issue here, and yeah.

But for now, I'm tired, and I'm gonna go to bed.

Until next time,
I fucking hate commies.
~Kataron

Deep, man....Deep.

Hey folks. Been a while, I know. I was busy all weekend.

Let's go through it all, shall we?

Well, on Friday night there was the youth group. I waited at Esmee's house until shortly before it started, then got a ride from her dad to Rockwood. Yes. For whatever reason, Esmee's sister and Becky(sp?) decided to join. I think Eric invited Becky(sp?). Yes.

Greg was there! I hadn't seen Greg in three forevers. Not since before he got married and didn't invite me to the wedding. Bastard. I have a suit and everything. *shakes fist* But that's not the point. And his wife (weird to say that.) made us BROWNIES! Yeah. And if she continues to do so, I shall approve of their marriage. If not, they must get divorced. But they're Catholic, so divorce is against their religion. Ha! I figure that the Catholic divorce office is a place with a bunch of snipers sitting outside waiting for unsuspecting Catholics to try to get divorced. THEN BAM! Sniped. Now you know. Be warned, Greg! Be warned!

Yeah.

The youth group was good, I guess. Yeah. Greg left partway through 'cause he's a whipped douche, but that's okay.

So anywho, at some point Esmee and I went to the video place to pick up a game for the youth group as well as a movie for ourselves. I so badly wanted to rent Lost in Translation, but they didn't seem to have it there. *sniff* Darn. So instead, we rented 10th Kingdom, the most Rockinest mini-series ever. Yeah. Too bad we only got through the first two discs. Out of three. We missed the big end where I assume everybody dies but I don't remember. :)

So yeah. Esmee slept over, we watched that, and eventually slept and such.

And then I had the weirdest dream ever. In this dream, I was still at Rockwood Centennial, my old crappy school. But it wasn't that school anymore, it was a high school, 'cause everybody I know from here was there. And for whatever reason, it had a medieval style tavern. It was...Interesting.

And in this dream, I found out I could fly. Not only could I fly, but I could also throw fireballs from my hands. AND I could jump like the Hulk. Hell yes. It was awesome.

In fact, from that dream, I remember the secret to flight. First you jump. Right? You with me? Okay. So first you jump. And then while you're in mid-air, you jump again. Yeah. That's how it goes. Sweet! I just don't know exactly how to jump again in the air. But once I get that bit worked out, it's all good.

So yeah. When we got up, more 10th Kingdom, then I went over to Esmee's house for a little bit before going over to Dave's. It was Dave's birthday party, but he could only have two people over. Sucks, but yeah. 'twas Eric and I, in the tradition of last year. Yeah. So we spent the rest of the time playing Halo 2 and Battlefront 2. It was funtastic. There'll probably be more on that later, I want to get to other stuff.

Then when I got home, I was really tired. Been so basically since. Yesterday wasn't a good day, which is why I didn't post at all. Yeah. I don't feel much like going into why it wasn't a good day, but needless to say, it wasn't. Yeah.

And today, it's been pretty good. Today is my two-month thingy with Esmee. Been dating her for two months. She mentioned wanting something for the two-month mark, so I didn't spend any of my lunch money yesterday, and bought two boxes of those....Ferraro Roche or whatever chocolates, which she had said she liked when we were in Food Basics on Friday. At $5.88 a box, I wasn't able to buy a proper lunch for the last two days. But that's all good, 'cause she's quite pleased about it. And since it's at school, she walks around with them, people ask, and I look good! Yep.

Oh, I have some WC stuff to put on here. The first is a bit of a story from the world of Kataron. You know, the one I was working on a while ago, designing my own fantasy world. I started work on it again this morning, and finished up the race history for Drow, and Cloud Elves. The following story is Kataron visiting the home of the Cloud Elves. Well, I guess I should explain a bit. Okay, Kataron is a Half-Elf. Half-Elf, Half-Human. But he's not sure what variant of Elf he is. So he's going around to all of the different types of Elves and trying to find out what he is. This is the premise for an entire book I intend to write one day. But this is just a free-writing thing I did today. Enjoy.

Kataron stood and surveyed the scene before him. This was supposed to be a myth. Not real. Yet here he was. In the sky, looking over the floating isles of the Coud Elves. Perhaps he was the first visitor in years. Perhaps he was the first visitor ever.

He watched a small girl with large white wings fly from one isle to another, looking like a little angel. Another flew past her, with two large bat-wings. An older man began to slowly approach Kataron, this one with large brown falcon wings, which wrapped around his front like a feathery cloak. Kataron lifted his hand in greeting. The man walked up, but kept his distance, wary of the outsider.

"Who are you?" demanded the man.

"I am but a humble Half-Elf, trying to locate the roots of my Elven origin," Kataron politely responded, "I mean you no harm. I intend merely to investigate a little, and be on my way."

"I can assure yuo that your Elven roots did not come from the Sky Elves," the man intoned.

"Perhaps not. But even so, you might possess the piece of the puzzle that I need to lead me to my next destination.

The man took a few slow steps forward, and began to circle Kataron. Kataron stood still and allowed this investigation to continue.

~~end~~~

Yeah. That was when the free-writing ended. It was fun, though. Later in WC, we talked about neighbours, and what you would or would not lend one. We came up with an awesome list of what we wouldn't lend a neighbour. Then we had to start a dialogue of at least one page for the neighbour trying to borrow something and succeeding, and another of the return of the object, in whatever condition it might be in. I started my first one, so here it is.

~~~start~~~

Three urgent knocks at the door. I sighed, and walked towards it. Looking through the peep-hole, I saw the distorted face of my neighbour, Bob. I sighed again and opened the door. Without waiting for an invitation, he rushed inside and slammed the door behind him.

"Hello Bob," I said in false greeting, wishing that I could be showing him out, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Bob was sweaty. He tried to shake my hand as I greeted him, but I kept my hands firmly at my sides.

"I...Need to borrow something," he started, "I'd use mine, but I see to have...misplaced it."

I sighed inwardly before speaking.

"What is it, Bob?" I asked.

"I kinda need your...ah...well...your soul?" he managed in a squeaky(sp?) voice.

"No, Bob," I replied sternly, "You can't borrow my soul."

He looked panicked, frightened. I knew what was coming next.

"Oh, but you just have to," he begged, "I don't know what I'll do without one! I need one, I need it just for the night, I'll return it tomorrow, I promise!"

I looked around briefly for the loaded rifle I keep by the door, but found that he was standing between it and myself. Damn, he's catching on.

"No, Bob. You can't borrow my soul," I repeated.

Bob looked like he was trying to speak, but all that came out of his mouth was a series of nonsensical and thoroughly pathetic noises. He turned and began to move towards the door, looking as sad as he possibly could. I wondered if he might actually leave this time, though I knew what he was doing.

Stopping at the door, he turned again and started. The same thing over and over, begging for my soul. I'm not entirely sure what it was he was saying, because I tuned him out after about a minute of it. When it became clear that he wasn't leaving, I sighed.

"Bob. Shut up. I'll lend you my soul. But just for the night. And it had better be in the same shape tomorrow."

Bob looked ecstatic as he began to ramble about what a good neighbour and friend I was. I mentally cursed him.

I went to a hidden door in my living room and opened it. My soul was in a jar on a shelf, as well as numerous other randomly amazing objects. I grabbed my soul-jar, bringing it with me back out of the hidden room. It was a white, like a miniature cloud confined to the jar, evershifting, but with a little more substance than a cloud.

I handed it to him, and without a word of thanks, he rushed out the door and disappeared. I knew I had made a mistake, but it was worth it to have him shut up. I turned to go back to my living room, but then turned and moved my rifle, placing it hidden behind a coat for the next time Bob stopped by.

~~end~~~

I gotta go now, period's ending.

Until next time,
Let's have a fighting tournament.
~Kataron

In The Navy

Johann! Oh, Johann! They've gotten you too!

Err...Sorry. In Urban Dead, I've recently been slain by a rogue zombie. I'm at a 'Revive Point' according to the spraypaint at the Necrotech building on square north of me, but people are still killing me. Fuck that shit. And here is the body of my dear friend, Johann Magnus, sitting right here by me. That's Ryan's character. Looks like I wasn't the only one slain in the power plant. Damn.

Yeah.

So anyway, I'm awesome.

But you probably want me to finish that fight with the Ice Elemental, huh?

I believe I had severed its arm, and it just looked down at it. Yes.

Ahem.

The Ice Elemental stared down at its shattered arm, and then looked back up at me. It did not appear to have what one would consider 'eyes', but I felt its icy stare nonetheless. Seemingly frozen in place, I took the opportunity to begin to summon more magical energy, for another fireball if and when it chose to attack again.

For some reason, it didn't. It just continued to sit there and stare at me, while I continued to summon magical energy. Because really, you can never have too much magical energy.

After a moment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned my head slightly, and saw two more Ice Elementals behind me. The other two I had seen earlier. The first one had been waiting for reinforcements. Before I could resist, the two behind me grabbed my arms, freezing them with their icy grips, and the one in front of me charged towards me and grabbed my neck with its remaining arm. Feeling my arms and my throat go cold, I struggled to form a single word. The word to the fire spell escaped my lips, but just barely. The magical energies I had summoned flew out around me and caught fire.

The Ice Elementals began to melt before they could move away. The icy hands grasping my turned into water, and evaporated, being the closest to the source of the fire. Me. The Ice Elementals began to turn and flee, but they were enveloped in a wave of fire. I watched them melt, more slowly than their arms had, as the fire lost strength while moving out. Soon the Elementals were nothing but puddles of water on the ground, and the magical energies had faded.

I continued on my way.

/battle

Yeah.

So, last night was the parade of lights. Basically, the parade of lights is a parade of farm equipment covered in christmas lights. Oh yes. That's how we celebrate Christmas in Rockwood. It began thirteen years ago when a few drunk farmers decided that they were gonna put christmas lights on their tractors and drive them around. And as can only happen in Rockwood, it turned into a yearly tradition. For whatever reason, this has turned into a huge thing. The busiest time of the year for Rockwood. Thousands of people pack our streets to watch it. Yeah...Only in Canada.

My ladyfriend rode my bus to Rockwood last night with me so that she could see it. We cleaned my room a little to make room for whatever company would show up, and then we hung out until people started arriving. Lots of people I don't know or barely know, and a few that I did. Yeah. When the parade started, we wandered outside and got ready to watch. Esmee was cold, so I acquired for her a blanket from my room to wear while watching it. She also wore the hood of my coat.

Growing cold after a time, we wandered back inside and proceeded to watch the rest of the parade from my room, which was fine.

Oh yeah, that reminds me. One of the Heights kids (For those of you that don't know, College Heights is another high school in Guelph. It's the one where all of the unintelligent people go.) on my bus was rather irritated on the bus last night. I was sitting with Esmee in my normal seat, and Rick was sitting behind me. Not having any room, I asked Rick to hold my backpack on the extra room on the seat beside him. He did so, and both of our backpacks were there. When the Heights bus arrived, one of them wanted to sit there so she could be close to her ugly, ugly friends. But she didn't ask Rick to move the backpacks. She told him to, demanded it. When he did not comply fast enough, she grabbed his backpack and threw it to the floor. As I would have backhanded the bitch if she did that with my backpack, and then called her a filthy whore, it's good that she didn't try that on mine. Anyways, she demanded that it be moved, and started yelling at Rick (a few others joined in, much to our irritation) and I basically told her to fuck off and sit somewhere else, that the backpacks weren't going to be moved. Finally, the bitch sat somewhere else, and then somebody changed places with her so she could sit with her dumbass friends. God dammit, I fucking hate her.

Yeah.

I also hate Ms. Burns, one of the VP's at this school. She seems to have permanently(sp?) kicked us out from under the stairs at lunch. Two days ago she forced our exit of the stairs, but we were back again the day after, and she didn't try again. Then today she kicked us out again, and seemed rather irritated about it. Not that I care, I'll be back there on Monday. Until the bitch can give me a good goddamn reason as to why it's a fire hazard, why I shouldn't be there, then fuck that. It's not logical, it makes no sense, so fuck that. I'm not going to listen to it. And what are they gonna do? Give me a detention? Suspend me? For being under some goddamn stairs? It's stupid, is what it is. We relocated to a different stairwell for second period today, and it was actually rather comfortable. Plus I could watch people from the top of it, which was entertaining to no end.

In the navy, you can sail the seven seas!

I'm gonna go now.

Greg's supposed to be at the youth group tonight, and Esmee's gonna spend the night.

SNAZZY!

Oh, also. I heard a cool term the other day. Killographic. Try to work it into your every day conversations! Yay!

Until next time,
Listen. Just...Fuck off. Fuck off or I'm going to cast level 60 DOOM on you. Bitch.
~Kataron

Cold Water

Hey hey.

So, I bet you want me to finish that story, huh?

All right, so where was I?

Ah yes, I had just blocked the Ice Elemental's arm with my blade of awesome.

Right, after that I jumped back again, and nearly slipped on the ice as my feet returned to the ground. Somehow keeping my balance, I assumed a defensive position with my sword.

The Ice Man lumbered towards me, arms outstretched. I sheathed my sword as it charged, and began to conjure another fireball. Using both hands to summon energy, I created a ball of fire slightly larger than my fist. The Ice Elemental was getting closer, so I threw the fireball towards the beast. The fireball struck it on the shoulder, and I could see the fire struggling with the natural cold coming from the creature. My magic proved stronger than the creature's cold, and the fireball continued straight on through the elemental, severing its arm. The arm fell, hit the ground, and shattered.

The elemental stopped for a moment, and looked down at its severed arm.

Ah crap, it's late. I gotta go to bed. I'll finish this one tomorrow, I promise :(

Until next time,
La dee da dee da.
~Kataron

And The Cow Goes...

Right. Library again, I'll probably toss up another post later on tonight. Mostly 'cause I don't feel like finishing that Ice Elemental battle now, and I want to have it finished by tomorrow. So...I'll probably do that tonight, unless all of my fingers fall off. And unfortunately, that's always a real possibility.

Yes.

So...I have a few things to bitch about now.

First off, CANNIBALISM IS SWEEPING VIDEO GAMES! Apparently.

Ahem.

"WASHINGTON - Video games glamorizing guns and violence have long drawn the ire of media watchdog groups. This holiday season, they say they have found a bloody new wrinkle to hate: cannibalism.

Games featuring graphic scenes of cannibalism, "F.E.A.R." and "Stubbs the Zombie in Rebel Without a Pulse," were among the 12 "games to avoid" listed Tuesday by the National Institute on Media and the Family.

"It's something we've never seen before," said institute president David Walsh, warning that today's games are "more extreme" and more easily available to underage kids than ever before."

I don't know about you people, but I find that absolutely fucking hilarious. Now they're targetting zombie games. Yeah...I dunno, I've heard god things about Stubbs the zombie. Apparently it's the finest video game ever made about a 1950'saera travelling zombie salesman. And you know that's saying a lot! But yeah, I don't particularly understand the problems with 'cannibalism' in a game about zombies. That's not really cannibalism. That's not people eating people, that's zombies eating people. If a zombie rose up from the dead and killed somebody, is that considered murder? Not really. That's more just considered slaughter. And hey, the person would rise up again anyway and start killing people.

Dictionary.com defines cannibalism as:

1. A person who eats the flesh of other humans.
2. An animal that feeds on others of its own kind.

Being a zombie classifies the being as being a member of 'the undead'. This is not people. Therefore the definition of cannibalism does not apply. Unless they're eating other zombies, I guess.

And hey, if you want a good laugh, give this site a glimpse. It's quite entertaining.

Personally, I'm quite fond of the ESRB. They do their goddamn job in reviewing games. And you know what, it's not easy. It's not easy to go through all of the games with an objective view and pick apart every little thing. It's no surprise that they didn't find the Hot Coffee mod. BECAUSE IT WAS A MOD, DAMMIT. It's a hidden mod. It's not a selectable thing in the menu, where you can always access it. No, it's goddamn hidden. So shut the fuck up about the motherfucking Hot Coffee Mod. THAT SHIP HAS SAILED! LET IT GO! YOU FUCKERS WON, AND IT GOT THE AO RATING!

Now die.

Oh Dear Sweet Lord.

I WANT TO PLAY THIS GAME!

I mean...

LINK!

"A game designer from Ubisoft's Montreal studio has come up with a new idea for a DS game that's aimed at teaching us all about how ladies work.

Heather Kelley came up with the concept for the Game Design Challenge competition held at this year's Montreal Games Summit. The game, which is titled Lapis, is billed as "A magical pet adventure... And stealthy primer on female sexual pleasure."

It works like this: you play with cute little bunnies on the DS's touch-screen - stroking, scratching and tickling them and so on. You can also use the microphone to talk and sing to the rabbits, and blow on their fur. If you do it right and give the bunnies enough "magical energy", they will start flying.

"The way you play with the bunnies in order to win is patterned after the VARIETY of female sexual response," explained Kelley.

"This is the overall pattern but it can’t be achieved in the same way every time - different things work for different bunnies, at different stages of the game."

"The hope is that the game would entertain females - without them ever needing to understand the sex metaphor. But at some point when they did start figuring out the connection to their own sexuality and pleasure, they would have learned some ideas and techniques behind sexual satisfaction."

You can read more about Lapis and download a demo of the game over at Moboid.com."

Oh man...That's fucking hilarious.

Oh man. That's my video game stuff for the day.

Until next time,
Thou dost speaketh in riddles!
~Kataron

Right Down The Line

Moooooooo.

'tis Nate, back again for more inane ramblings. Would have posted last night, but sleep snuck up on me and raped me up the ass. Not pleasant. But oh well, could have been worse. Could have been a burly sailor.

Yeah. So the last two days, Esmee has been sick, and therefore home from school. Being the gentleman that I am, I've been spending my spares and my lunches at her house, taking care of her. Yep. Basically that means hanging out with her, keeping her company, and getting lunch for her when lunch-time looms. Oh yes. It's been fun.

But you know what else was fun? Writer's Craft today. Our regular teacher, one Ms. St. Jean, was mysteriously absent (this happens a lot.), so we had Mr. McMurray. Oh, what an amusing man is he. Tall, thin, short brown hair, glasses. A shirt tucked into his pants in some places but not others, in a seemingly random pattern. Ah, he entertains me so.

I read the handout on punctuation to the class. I like reading to the class. 'specially that class. They all know I'm crazy. Wait, scratch that. Delightfully eccentric. Yes.

I should teach a class. For a week. An English class. That'd be snazzy. I'm good with English, so I know what I'd need to know, and I'm sure the class would find me entertaining. I'd give a quiz on the letter e. Ah, what a letter. It sneaks into so many words. Like an unwanted houseguest that irritates you, but you can't get rid of because he's your boss' kid or something, and you'd get fired. Can't ask him to leave then, oh ho, no! And you also can't shoot him. 'cause that constitutes as 'murder'. Bah. Damn laws.

I noticed something strange today.

On the way to Esmee's house at the beginning of second period, I saw an interesting sight. A snowman. On the school yard. I didn't understand this, because who has time to build a snowman at school? Other than me, of course. But yeah. An intricately designed snowman. Wanting to see Esmee, I hurried past it, but I couldn't shake the feeling that it was watching me.

Further along the way to Esmee's, I saw another in a yard. It looked identical to the one I had seen in the schoolyard. Weird, huh?

Again disregarding it, I hurried to Esmee's. No more distractions that time. But on my way to Food Basics to pick up some lunch for both of us, I saw a few more of those damn dirty snowmen. I stopped to inspect one more closely this time. It seemed to be mostly made out of ice. A generic and undetailed face stared back at me.

Shaking my head, I turned and headed towards Esmee's again, groceries in hand. All of a sudden, the snowman's hand shot out and grabbed my arm. It quite literally chilled me to the bone, as I tried to break the creature's frozen grip.

An Ice Elemental, I realized, as I found myself unable to break free. Grunting from the pain in my arm, I conjured a small fireball with my free hand and pushed it towards the elemental. The fire seemed to do the trick, and it flinched, easing its grip on my arm. I immediately broke free, pulling my arm away. Jumping back, I rubbed my frozen arm with my other hand in a fruitless effort to try to warm myself.

The Ice Elemental pulled its legs out of the snow and began trudging towards me, but I jumped back again, drawing the sword I had taken from the ninja a while back. Wielding it with the arm that had not been frozen, I leapt towards the elemental, slashing with all of my strength at it's neck. The blade struck the elemental at the neck, and a crack began to form. Unfortunately, the cracks didn't go far.

Being close to the beast now, it swung one of its arms at me, which I blocked with the blade. A few cracks formed in the arm, but nothing significant.

Oh...

OH!

I'll finish this story later.

So, House wasn't on tonight. What. The. Fuck?! I WANT MY HOUSE!

And apparently I'm now in a band. James and myself are forming one, with possibly Paul Pursell. Yeah. Our first song is about slow-walkin', fat women. Don't you hate that? The kind that you always get stuck behind in the halls of places? Slowed down because they're so, and you can't squeeze past them 'cause they're obese. DAMN I hate that.

Anyways, sleep now. Finish story tomorrow. It happened, I swear.

Until next time,
Holiday cheer? More like...Ummm...Ah, fuck this. *wanders off*
~Kataron

Butterfly

Evenin', folks.

If you read last night's post and were curious, my cat's still around. My dad was wrong. Not surprising.

Umm...Yeah. Today was uneventful. I didn't leave the house once. Leaving the house is overrated anyway. I just hung around, played video games, and watched tv. Umm...I barely even remember what I played. Oh, that old movie 'Masterminds' was on. You know, with the kid, and Patrick Stewart, and a bunch of armed people take over some private school to demand ransom. That one. And then the kid does all sorts of awesome things and foils the bad guys. Damn fine movie. Circa 97.

Oh, and I saw Mr and Mrs Smith tonight. I liked it. But then again, Brad Pitt? What's not to like? I mean...

Good movie.

Yes.

You know, I've been thinking more about myself as that character I mentioned in the last post. And I realized, my armour sucks the ass. I'ma have to improve that. I also decided that I'd better start on other people's characters. But then I realized that I don't know what classes to make people. So if you read my blog, are with me in real life (sorry other readers), comment and request a certain class. I shall make it so. But I won't necessarily include you in all of my adventures. Depends on how much we hang out, and how many random encounters I get into. Yeah. But if I need somebody of a certain class because I'm lacking in them, I will assign you one. Muahahaha.

So, to start off with of course, is Esmee.

Name: Esmee
Class: Ranger

Stats:
Str: 16
Int: 15
Con: 15
Dex: 19
Wis: 14
Spd: 17
Lck: 16

Equipment:

Umm...I don't wanna have to do that whole thing like with me, so I'll just say basic leather armour. That's what everybody will start off with unless I say otherwise.

Weapons:

Bow for rangedness.
And a sword of some kind...Let's see....Shortsword. With a shield for the other hand. Later, maybe dual wield! Yay!

I'll work on skills later, I need to think about what a ranger should have. Mostly I'll make it up as I go along.

My game will mostly focus on me as a character, with me directly controlling myself. With others, I'll do what I think they do, but I'll play from the persona of myself, so I won't be describing intimately all of the moves the others do, by name and such. Yes. If that makes sense...

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The only other person I've gotten to comment on there is Jared. I'm going to assume that the link I made earlier was faulty or some such thing, and not blame you people for not going there. But now you have no excuse. I have given you the link directly. Go there or perish!

Nate sleep now.

Until next time,
You know who I hate? Everybody that doesn't go to my RP board and comment.
~Kataron

On The Edge

Hey hey, kiddies.

Nate here.

It's only Saturday evening, though it feels like Sunday. 'twas an early dismissal yesterday, and we were out of class before noon. Me having only two classes, I would have been out earlier. But I elected to skip my Writer's Craft class. Of course, as this is my favourite of the two classes, I had good reason. My lady-friend was not feeling particularly well, and was going to go home. Being the gentleman that I am, I went with her to make sure she was all right. She felt somewhat better after a while, but by then school was over. I had been planning on hanging out there after school anyway, 'cause she was gonna come into Rockwood to my youth group to see the Fighting Folly show. Her parents were gone at the time, and we hung around and watched movies. 'Diary of a Mad Black Woman' sounds weird, but it was a pretty good movie. The grandmother was hilarious.

Anyways, I didn't miss much in Writer's Craft. The class itself lasted just over half an hour, and it was supposedly spent in the library, as are all Fridays, working on our ISP's. So yeah.

Her parents were supposed to show up by six to drive us to Rockwood, but they turned out to be about an hour late, so we were late for the youth group. Luckily we arrived before the sound-checks were complete. But what was this?! No Rick or Dave? Madness! Apparently they had come earlier, not had enough money to get in, and left. We knew that they could only be at Rick's house, so Eric and I set off in search of them. For whatever reason, I decided that this search would work better wearing only the hood of my coat. Well, I was also wearing a t-shirt and pants. On the way there, anyway. It was difficult to persuade them to come back, and I ended up having to remove some of my clothes to try to scare them into it. When I had my pants at my ankles and my shirt off, Dave said that if I walked with them back to the youth group with my pants like that, they would come to the show. Not one to shy away from a challenge, I put my shirt back on, and my hood on my head, and left the building. I got some damn strange looks from people in cars. We crossed Rockwood's busiest intersection, which isn't saying all that much, but there were at least half a dozen cars that saw Nate in all his glorious boxered glory. To make matters worse, I had worn my white boxers with red hearts. And holes. No holes that EXCALIBUR! could peek out of while standing, but holes nonetheless. And to make matters even worse, if possible, a group of three people walked by while we were waiting for the light to change so we could cross. They were the generic stupid shithead smoker types. I knew one of them, and had seen the other two around. Passing me, they called me a fag and kicked slush at me. I sarcastically thanked them for it, and continued to wait for the light to change. When it did, I waddled back to the youth group, entered the building, and pulled up my pants.

Nate wins.

The show was awesome. First, a ska band called the...What was it? The Bellhops or something. They played. They were good, I liked them. Then Fighting Folly, which was quite awesome. I knew parts of the first three songs they played. I'd have known more than just parts of the songs, but I have been without my beloved discman for quite some time now. Ah, how I miss her.

I danced. Esmee danced. Dave danced. Eric danced. Rick danced. Andrew danced. And probably some other people danced. The dancing was good.

That's what I love about shows at my youth group. I don't have to worry about looking weird, or making an ass of myself. 'cause...hey, they all know me there. There's not much I could do to lower their opinion of me that I haven't already done. So I can just do whatever the fuck I want to. Oh, and I do. I do.

Anyways, when the show was over, Esmee and I retreated to my house, where I tried to teach her how to play an RPG. This ended in tragedy, as her party was slain by sand-monsters. But in her defense, the beginning of Lunar 2: Eternal Blue is not good for one's first forray into RPGs. Even I have died more than once at that point. Without expending numerous herbs (I hate using items.) or returning constantly to the Goddess' statue for healing (Irritating.), it's virtually impossible. And in her defense, while she bypassed one monster, she ran into another. Then, right after that fight, the monster she had bypassed came back and attacked her before she could get away. She didn't stand a chance. But I shall teach her the art of the RPG, even if it kills a bunch of orphans. 'cause really, who cares about orphans?

Then we watched some of Volcano High, which was probably incredibly confusing to Esmee. After a time, my parents went to bed, and we were free to go downstairs and get naked. By get naked, I of course mean watch Conan O'Brian. I love that red-haired man. 'twas hilarious, as always. At this point we realized that we were tired, so bed seemed a valid option. She, as per our usual routine, took my bed. My brother, being elsewhere for the evening, was not using his bed. So I took it. Unfortunately, this was not that much more comfortable than the love-seat in my living room. The dog decided he'd sleep with me, effectively preventing me from completely covering myself with the blankets without pushing him aside. And dogs are heavy, especially when it's two in the morning and you're only half-concious.

I woke up today, wandered into my room to wake Esmee, curled up in my bed with her for a little bit, talking about whatever it was we were talking about, and then decided to go down and check as to whether some sort of breakfast was in the cards for us that morning. Alas, 'twas not, but my mother offered to go to the store and get some oil. This worked well, as I had purchased two bags of perogies from Food Basics the day prior, and they were waiting in the freezer with no means of cookery. I then set the kettle a'boiling to make tea for my lovely lady friend, and returned upstairs. She got her tea, we both got perogies, and I kinda forget what happened after that. I know we started watching the Ernest Christmas movie. Oh, Ernest. You've lovably retarded. Then we went to the candy store, then the bakery, then back to my house.

Once back at my house, we...uhh..Well, to be honest, I forget. I think we were gonna play video games, but there was something on tv. Whatever it was, we watched it. This continued for a while, until Esmee eventually had to go home. She was being picked up by her friend Courtney to go to her house for the evening. So yeah, she left. Then I kinda sat around.

Things were good at first, but then things got depressing.

I have a cat. His name is T-Rex. Don't laugh, I was but a wee child when I named him. I have had the cat for...well, my dad said he was sixteen years old. I'm not sure whether or not he's right, but yeah. We found him and two other kittens in a shed that used to be in my backyard. Along with a few dead kittens. We gave away the other two kittens, and kept the tabby. The other two were black cats, and we already had a black cat, so I figured 'That one'. It was so small that we had to feed it with an eye-dropper. I've had the cat since.

But it's getting old. Very old. Truth be told, I've often seen it lying around the house and had to pause and stare at it, or bend down and poke it, just to insure that it was still breathing. The cat's time is drawing to an end. My dad doesn't think that the cat will live to see morning. I choose to be less pessimistic.

My dad was sitting at the top of the stairs petting my cat for about an hour tonight. At one point, he called me out and pretty much forced me to pet the cat with him. He kept talking about the cat. How it wasn't doing well. How it wasn't going to last much longer. How it was probably going to go in its sleep. How he's never really liked cats, but he liked that one. It would have been touching, had he not been completely and utterly drunk. He kept repeating the same points over and over, while I bit my lip and refrained from telling him to shut up. Then I returned to my room and left him to pet the cat, while I tried to find something to distract me from reality. Television worked well. The Street Fighter movie was on. God, that's a horrible movie. But it was better than reality.

My cat does not have much longer to live. There's nothing I can do about that.

The only thing I can do is try to keep my mind on other matters. When the time comes, and the cat shuffles off this mortal coil, I shall cry. Of course, none of you shall see it. That would be unmanly. Can't have that. Until then, I shall distract myself with television, video games, and anything but reality.

For instance, I have tonight decided that my life is an RPG.

I am the main character. I get into random encounters, like the ones I have posted on here. The ninjas, the golem, and the water elemental. Things like that. I am going to give myself levels and stats based on this now. And skills. I'm going to limit the number of skills I can use in battles. Oh, and weapons. But the most interesting thing is the party system. People that I decide are with me when important events (random encounters) happen, the people that are with me can fight by my side. Due to close proximity to the game's main character, they gain abilities of their own.

Recently having decided to reset my character, my stats are unimpressive. But in resetting, I have also reset everybody else. HA!

Here is my character.

Nate
Class: Multi (I am the only one that can utilize the skills of all classes. Anybody else is limited to only one. Eat it, bitches.)

Stats:
Str: 18
Int: 19
Con: 16
Dex: 17
Wis: 19
Spd: 16
Lck: 17

None of my stats are too low. I probably forgot some stats, but I'm tired, so fuck off. I need good stats all around to be an effective multi-classer. I mean, what's the point of a warrior that can cast spells if he doesn't have the intelligence to do it? Yeah.

Anyways.

Equipment:
(battle attire. To be updated when I gt new shit.)
Head: None
Torso: Leather Armour (not particularly good)
R. Arm: None
L. Arm: None
Legs: Leather PANTS!
Feet: Generically crappy shoes
Accessory: Ring of Summoning Weapons (gotta get 'em somehow.)
Accessory: Probably something else. (Not sure.)

Weapons:

Dual Daggers
Ninja Sword
Quarterstaff
Throwing Daggers

Spells:

Magic Missile
Fireball
Lightning (small)
Ice Bolt
Cure
Erase Memory
And probably some others.

I'll update and change this as I feel necessary. I was gonna write up one for Esmee, but I'm too tired now. I'll write them up for a few people later.

Nate go sleep now or somethin'.

Until next time,
It's like going to Disney Land. But...For your penis!
~Kataron

Mad World

I am not having a particularly good day, so I don't really feel like posting much.

Want to know how you can help? How you can make me feel a wee bit better? Go on my board (linked to about two posts down) and post. Make an account, and post. Make me feel like I'm not doing all of this for no fucking reason. 'kay?

Other than that, there's not much most of you can do. I'm going to do a few on-line things now, and then sleep.

Until next time,
Don't fret. I'm used to this by now.
~Kataron

Aaaand, we're back.

Last period in the library again, same computer I've been on for the past few days. I like this one. It's at the end of the row that classes reserve, so I don't have to worry about being kicked off of it to let on somebody that would actually be making an effort at work. Not that many people that use the computers during classes are actually attempting work. But that doesn't matter, they're booked, so they're used.

Anyways.

Ross has its own newspaper, the Ross Refection. They don't come out very often, and they're just given away from each homeform. I grabbed one of them after my math test yesterday, and skimmed through it last night before trying to sleep. It was...Meh. Too many of the articles revolved arounds sports and sports-related things, none of which I care about. Then there was an article talking about Che Guevera or however you spell his last name. A point counterpoint deal, two articles written on opposite standpoints of whether or not shirts and other articles depicting Che should be allowed to be worn at school. I guess somebody bitched about it or something. I liked the first article, but the second made little to no sense. It related the image of Che to the Swastika. What? Bah.

I'll bitch about that more later, when I have an actual paper in front of me, so I'm not just trying to recall all of this from memory in my current state.

I would instead like to take this opportunity to say the following:

Screw you Roger Ebert.

Ahem. If I can steal something from this site...

"Top US film critic Roger Ebert has taken a pop at videogames and gaming in general in his Chicago Sun Times column, claiming that there's not a single game on the shelves which can match boring old plays, books and films in terms of artistic value.

Ebert was responding to a questioner who wrote in to say he was "saddened to read that you consider videogames an inherently inferior medium to film and literature, despite your admitted lack of familiarity with the great works of the medium.

"Was not film itself once a new field of art? Did it not also take decades for its academic respectability to be recognised?"

Ebert replied: "I did indeed consider videogames inherently inferior to film and literature. There is a structural reason for that: Videogames by their nature require player choices, which is the opposite of the strategy of serious film and literature, which requires authorial control."

Ebert went on to say that while he was prepared to accept that videogames "can be elegant, subtle, sophisticated, challenging and visually wonderful," he believes that "the nature of the medium prevents if from moving beyond craftmanship to the stature of art.

"To my knowledge, no one in or out of the field has ever been able to cite a game worthy of comparison with the great dramatists, poets, filmmakers, novelists and composers. That a game can aspire to artistic importance as a visual experience, I accept.

"But for most gamers, video games represent a loss of those precious hours we have available to make ourselves more cultured, civilised and empathetic."

So let the great debate begin: which is better, Super Monkey Ball or Beowulf? We say the former, but that's because we're so uncultured, uncivilised and whatever the opposite of empathetic is.

Also, we'd question the idea that films are inherently an art form, while games are not. Shadow of the Colossus versus The Boyfriend School, anyone? Yes, it's got Steve Guttenberg in it, but still."

So yeah. That brings us to our "Screw you Roger Ebert". There are video games out there with story lines infinitely better than some of the crappy movies out there. Not to slag the movie industry of course, I've seen a lot of movies that are pure works of genius. But I can say the same for video games. But of course, I've actually taken the time to play video games and watch movies, instead of forming my opinion on things other than personal experience.

Actually, I'd like to change my "Screw you Roger Ebert" to "Fuck you Roger Ebert".

Yeah, that's better.

I tire of this.

Until next time,
Damnable delays. *shakes fist*
~Kataron