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This morning when I got up, I realized that I just didn't want to go to school today. A short conversation with my mother discussing the pointlessness of me going, and BAM! Nate stays home and plays video games all day. Good times.

Yeah, today was a shortened day. Meaning that if you combine both of my classes, it was still less then an hour and a half. It just didn't seem worth it, so it was Resident Evil 4 all day. I think I'm almost done the game. :D Man I need a life.

But yeah, so I didn't really get up to anything today.

But I DID watch the Spore demo...Oh man. Oh freakin' man, that game looks good. I should stalk Will Wright. If you haven't seen it, go to Google, find the video mode, and look for 'spore'. It's fucking awesome. I didn't expect Will Wright to be so damn hilarious.

So all I've done today is watch that video, play Resident Evil 4, and play some Starcraft. I still fucking love Starcraft. Though, I am the Zerg right now. I fucking hate those purple bastards.

But Survivor is about to start, and for whatever reason, my brother's watching it. That gives me an extra hour of Resident Evil 4. Muahahahaha!

Until next time,
'Break in case of zombies'
~Kataron

Gerudo Interlude

Greetings, fellow cultists, and other readers.

My day was...meh today. Well, 'til I got home. Then it became ROCK-FREAKIN'-AWESOME.

But I'll start at the beginning. Today was the day of the Literacy Test. And you know what? Fuck the literacy test, it was the single most pointless goddamn thing I've done in high school thus far. And if you know me, you know that's saying a freakin' lot. It was a waste of my goddamn grade ten time. I can't even imagine failing it. I don't think I could have failed it if I tried, it was that fucking easy.

But for it, today the first two periods were extended fifteen minutes. At first, I thought 'woo, extended spare', but then I realized that the time was being taken directly from my other spare. So fuck you, you spare-sapping test.

And now allow me to go into more detail as to why one of our VP's is a bitch. I won't use names for legal reasons, but she's the creepy-ass short one that isn't bald, and reminds me strangely of Rick's mother, minus the high-pitched voice. *shrug*

Anyways, Matt and I were minding our own business in E.L. Fox, having abandoned our normal place of hanging so as NOT to interfere with young testees. Matt got out his guitar, to fill the large room with delightful melodies, and El Bitcho walked by. She told us to either go to the caf or go outside. Literacy test is going on 'all over the school'. We asked where the one nearest to here was, and she didn't answer (probably because she was too ignorant to even know). She just told us that we had heard on the announcements that we were only supposed to be in the caf today, and we told her that we'd been out of the school during announcements. Then she said that we'd heard it the day before. And guess what? We were out of the school then, too! Announcements are for suckers.

Fuck you, telling us what we have or have not heard, bitch. Unless you were there telling us yourself, you can't really tell us what we've heard, can you?

But just to humour bitchface, and to avoid detentions, we left, wandered around outside for a while.

For those of you unfamiliar with our school, E.L. Fox is a long ways away from anywhere that people would be writing the Literacy test. A good few halls over, with some rather large doors in between. That combined with the loud music emanating from the gym nearby, and nobody would have heard Matt playing that guitar unless they were there in the direct vicinity of him.

I'm getting sick and fucking tired of pointless rules and rude administrators. They want us in the caf during the tests. Why? So we don't disturb them. We left our normal spot for a spot where we would NOT disturb them, and still we get in trouble, completely pointlessly. God DAMN that's irritating.

And to go a bit further, I'm sick of all of the administration of my school. I know I've bitched about this before, but it's been awhile, so fuck you. Our school motto is (supposedly) "Respect, it works both ways: Give it and get it". This is supposed to apply to students, teachers, and administrators. Notice the italics on the last one. Not only do all of the secretaries in the office speak to you like they have a giant chip on their shoulders, but the VP's and Principal always treat you like you're doing something wrong. I haven't been spoken to in a respectful manner from one of them in a long, long time. And I've tried speaking respectfully to them. I never directly refute their demands, though I sometimes question the logic of them, but always in a polite manner. It's just lately that I've decided to give up. Fine, if they're going to be rude to me, then I'm allowed to be rude them. And if they have a problem with it, they can shove it up their asses, I'm gonna be gone soon enough.

And another interesting little yarn about the new VP, the creepy short bitch that kicked us out...Apparently, one of Matt's friends, by the name of 'Adam', missed some classes one day to go to a funeral. When he returned, he was sent down to the VP's office. Unfortunately for him, he got the creepy short bitch. He had a goddamn note, signed by his parents, saying that he had been at a funeral, and she wouldn't believe him. Can you fucking believe that? He had a goddamn note, so what did she do? She gave him a detention. What. A. Bitch. Of course, he didn't go. :) I don't know any details after this point, but doesn't it just make you HATE her? :D

*deep breath*

I've been saving that little rant up all day...God dammit, I hate them all. It's pretty sad, but Mr. Burns has become the best administrator at the school. And she can be quite the bitch herself. But hers is a...how to describe it...familiar evil. Whereas the other two just waltz in and start being assholes. Come to think of it, has anybody told them the school's motto?

Hmm...

But yeah. The rest of my day passed rather uneventfully, though I realized even more how much I goddamn despise Leslie. During class today, she tried to explain something, and every other goddamn word out of her mouth was 'like'. What the fuck? And she says that I have bad grammar, on my blog? Please, any poor grammar on my part is completely intentional. I like to make things sound cool. Or just...Different. But I don't, like, pop in the, like, same, like, GODDAMN WORD IN THE SAME THOUGHT OVER, AND FUCKING OVER AGAIN.

God DAMN, I hate hippies. Speaking of hippies, I haven't had a reply from Eva in a while. Not entirely sure what's going on there. I forget if I've mentioned it much on here, but she got into contact with me again a few weeks ago, and we've swapped the occasional email since. But it's been a few days. *shrug*

But my point remains, I fucking hate hippies. I hate them with a fiery goddamn passion, because they always have something to complain about, and they tell you whether you fucking want to know it or not. Before you bitches start screaming hipocrisy and pointing out that, oh, I complain about things all the time on here, I'm not forcing any of you to read it, I'm not forcing any of you to listen to my inane and caffeinated rantings. If you read my blog, I'm sure it's because you are entertained about it, or you're some administrator trying to get me into trouble. If you're the latter, go fuck yourself, asswipe.

SPEAKING of asswipes, Esmee's friend Jessie is an asswipe. *deep breath* Okay, so I was hanging around at the end of the day, same as usual, right? My two litre bottle of Coke sitting next to my backpack, my attention turned elsewhere. I see Mike replacing it after it had apparently been moved somewhere (now shaken up), I threaten him a little, then I turn my attention away again. When my attention is turned back to it, the bottle is completely shaken up and has dirt on the cap, so has clearly been thrown against the ground, and Jessie is running away blaming Bitty's boyfriend. As I doubt Matt has the balls to fuck with my Coke, it was Jessie.

Honestly, what kind of person fucking does that? What kind of person takes something that doesn't belong to them, and completely fucking ruins it? That's like...Me finding a plate of fine china sitting in somebody's house and thinking to myself 'ooo, me smash', and breaking it. Fucking right I just compared Coke to fine china. To me, Coke is better. But the point remains, that cock-smoking ass-pirate ruined something that belonged to me. And he's gonna get his. Oh, I don't know how I'm going to make him suffer, but I'll find a way.

To put it simply, NOBODY FUCKS WITH MY COKE. Capiche?

I was very pissed off for the rest of the bus-ride, and was still such until I hooked up the Gamecube in my room and popped in Resident Evil 4, courtesy of Justin. The rest of the afternoon, until dinner, was like one giant orgasm. Fuck, that game is good. Ethan's upstairs playing it now, giving me free reign over the computer, so yeah. It's really rockin' so far. I'm really excited to continue playing.

And that just about sums up my fucking day.

Until next time,
Respect this, bitches!
~Kataron

S&M Ravebody

Has anybody else seen that new Fallout Boy video? The one with the vampires?

Is anybody else goddamn fucking tired of their shitty videos? Honestly, if you're gonna try to tell a story in a music video, you're fucking stupid. We don't want to see stories. If we did, we'd watch fucking regular tv, you jackasses.

Here's how you can tell if it's a shitty story music video...

If they have to stop the music AT ANY POINT for story, it's a shitty story music video.

If the music isn't playing when the video starts, chances are it's a stupid story music video.

And if you don't know what the fuck is going on, it just might be a goddamn fucking story music video.

So fuck you, Fallout Boy. Just go away, I'm tired of you and your shitty goddamn videos. It was kinda funny for a while. You had that deer kid. Har har har. I almost came close to enjoying that one, a little bit maybe. Then you had your stupid fucking Dance Dance video. I mean, what the fuck was that guy with the whistle in the bathroom? That was fucking stupid. Really, really fucking stupid.

And then you've got this...travesty of a music video. It's a fucking blade rip-off, with shitty band members as the actors. What. The. Fuck?! It's absolute, terrible shit. It's the worst music video I've ever seen in my life, and that includes songs I hated.

So fuck you, Fallout Boy. I'm sick of your videos. And your music, because it makes me think of just how terrible your videos are. So go die.

Until next time,
*deep breath*
~Kataron

The Silent Nutcracker

Hey hey, kiddies.

Kataron back. My day has been...Meh, so far. Nothing major has happened, though a few things in philosophy happened that irritated me greatly.

Right, so we were taken from the portable and put back into a classroom as of Monday, and now we've got a seating plan. But unfortunately, the seating plan is in terrible alphabetical order, placing me across the room from my only friend in the class, Charlotte. But were it that alone, I could handle it. But they put me at the same group of desks as Christine, the know-it-all bitch I repeatedly complained about last year when sitting next to her in physics.

*shakes fist*

And not only that, but one of her friends in the class, equally cocky and infuriating defied the seating plan and sat next to her, instead of across the room in his own seat. For some reason, this absolutely infuriated me. I mean, what's the damn point of a seating plan if it's not going to be followed? I plan on speaking to the teacher if it keeps up, or sitting somewhere else myself. I could barely put up with just Christine last year, I'll never be able to put up with Christine and Jamie.

But yeah. There's probably some other stuff I want to discuss, but I'm going to go work on the board for a bit, and maybe try to work a bit more on that story of mine.

Until next time,
You know, the one where the main character dies? That one.
~Kataron

A Temple Of Chaos

Hey hey, bitches.

Nate here, with a nightly post this time. Neat!

I've been laying waste to whatever races happen to cross my path in Starcraft...So far, I've turned my back on the Confederacy 'cause they called me fat. Oh, and 'cause of a few issues about some of their orders. Then I joined the Sons of Korhal, and I'm having some issues with their orders, too...But ah well, I just make the things blow up, not really my problems, eh?

I had a fucked up dream last night. Rick was there. It was like...Myself and a number of people (Rick included) were on a trip of some sort. And then he starting killing people. And I was the last one, I don't think he got me. Then I woke up. But I didn't, I was still in the dream, but I woke up in the dream, right where it had started last time. But this time, I knew the evil bastard's plan, and thwarted it by not letting people wander to their deaths, but nobody believed me. Then Rick threw a knife at my head, and I woke up for real. I hate it when that happens, when you wake up within a dream, then wake up again, and you're not sure if you're still dreaming. And I was aware it was a dream, too. Take that, Rick!

Speaking of Rick, join my cult! I decided today during philosophy that I need a cult. Then I promptly forgot about it. Then I remembered on the bus, and recruited Rick. Umm...Yeah, so join my cult. It's not a really religious thing or anything, we're not gonna go around worshipping trees like some damn druids, or demons like some stupid...I dunno, demonists. It's more of a social group for now, 'til we get the resources to do something else. Then we'll do something else, but I'm not sure what it'll be. Join soon, and maybe I'll let you into my Supreme Council of l33tness!

That is all for now. I've destroyed the orbital defenses of Tarsonis, now I gotta go on-world and...*shudder* protect the Zerg from some other aliens. I fucking hate aliens.

Until next time,
You know, to them, I'm the alien. Wacky!
~Kataron

Diggin'

Well, well, well, here we are again.

Sorry I didn't post on the weekend. I had intended to...But then...Diablo 2. Soooo good. I had missed playing through it. I got through the first act, part of the second, then got bored of the genre and played six levels of Starcraft. Good old Terrans. Damn the Confederacy! And...Well, Damn the Sons of Korhal too! I want to form my own Terran faction. Known simply as 'Nate'. We'd kick ass and take names all over the galaxy...Nah, we'd probably just get eaten by Zerg.

Anyways...That was Sunday, Saturday was mostly spent doing the drama. Well, working on it. We need more time...! But ah well, not much we can do now. 'cept fake our own deaths. Plans are in the works, but to get dummies that look enough like us to fool Peter, by the 8th...Doubtful. Anyways, we got a bunch of songs done, fixed some things, realized how much this show is gonna suck since we don't have enough time, then we did nothing. Well, Andrew, Peter, and some other kids painted. We were fed up, so Rick, Dave, Eric and I just hung around and avoided doing work. We were a bit...well, incredibly pissed off with Peter. After showing up half an hour later than expected, he threw a goddamn box at us when we tried to go into the youth group building without carrying anything, though most of us just wanted to put our coats in there. But...Yeah. We were there for a while, then went to the Kitchen to listen to the music some more, and then I went home and installed the Diablo 2 Expansion.

That lead up to the next day...

I'm currently a level...16, I think...Druid. Yep. Man, such a cool new class...Elemental spells, summoning, AND shape shifting. It's cool.

But yeah, that took up my weekend. I'll try to get on later and post, but I want to work on my board for a bit, since I didn't get the chance over the weekend.

Until next time,
What should be my last words - "I love you, Sarge"
~Kataron

Starmann

Let me start this post off by saying "Fuck you very much, Peter". God, I hate him.

Okay, for those of you that are not in my youth group, this might require a wee bit of explanation. My youth group is putting on a drama, 'cause we like money, and we like staying open. Gives us something to do Friday nights, rather than sitting around and trying to master telekenetic powers. 'cause really, you can only stare at that spoon for so long. Anyway...

So Dave decided to write his own drama, with the help (I assume) of Andrew and Eric. But I think it was mostly Dave's project. Anyways, so he's written an awesome drama. Very religious and the like, but that's what it's supposed to be. The last one we did was religious too, but I ended up getting the least religious roles. This time around, I've got one of the major roles, and we don't have as many big actors. So we're having to rely on kids from the drop-in, and most of them are fucking terrible.

The main problem is our lack of time. We've got a bunch of songs to cover, and tonight at the drop-in, we managed only to very loosely cover three of them. Because of those goddamn kids. Those stupid shithead kids, causing constant distractions, never shutting the fuck up, and going out of their way to piss us off.

We don't think we have enough time to be adequately prepared, so we requested to Peter when he showed up that the show be put back a week, he denied it. Well, fuck you Peter.

God dammit, I fucking hate kids. I hate them with a fiery motherfucking passion. They possess no logic or sense whatsoever. I just want to line them all up and flatten them with one of those trucks with the giant flattening wheel. Oh, how good that would feel.

One in particular irritates me. Well, a few, actually. But this one, we're fairly certain is mentally retarded. He screams and kicks the walls and makes strange noises and bangs his feet when we're trying to rehearse. He just...He irritates me to no end, mostly because there's nothing we can do about it. It's not his fault, of course, if he's...Yeah, but it's still irritating. He shouldn't be at the drop-in when we're trying to rehearse. Luckily, it's closed the next two weeks except to those of us that are in the drama, so we can rehearse. :)

Then there's that irritating girl. Every single time I go in there without Esmee, she asks me where my girlfriend is, as though we should somehow be together every waking moment of every day. I told her that she was in Guelph, and maybe next time I'll tell her that I killed her and chopped her up, just to see her reaction. And tonight, with the drama, she decided to start shouting orders around trying to get people ready, as we were explaining the roles of some people to them. She was yelling orders at us. BAH!

But I am tired. Very, very tired. So I issue another "Fuck you" to Peter, and to children in general.

And with that, I bid you good night.

Until next time,
I'LL GIVE YOU SIX MORE PRACTICES! *smashes windshield*
~Kataron

Techno Strut

hey hey. Short post today, due to shortened periods. I'll try to get on and give a better one tomorrow. Just a few things I wanted to cover today.

Rick got back from Italy and Greece the other day :D We missed him. And...HE BROUGHT ME BACK A SWORD! That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I now own a freakin' sword. A SWORD. It's not sharp, but that can be remedied. It's just so cool...It's sort of a spanish blade or something, I think. If I install my webcam software on the computer I've got at home, I'll take a picture of it. It's hella-cool. And he got Eric a rosary that he had blessed by the Pope while he was there, which would be pretty cool if you were into that kind of thing.

Hey, did you guys know that Catholics think that the Pope is infallible(sp?)? Yeah, how fucked up is THAT? It's clearly false, of course, as it is human nature to be able to be wrong, to fail, etc. And unless the donning of the Pope-hat somehow causes the man to transcend being a human, then this makes absolutely no sense.

Pretty wacky though, huh?

Oh, and here's something for you nerds out there: Dell is buying Alienware.

WHAT?! I know, that's pretty messed up. Dell, with its big old shitiness and those irritating "Dude, you're getting a Dell!" commercials, is buying Alienware, the single greatest manufacturer of computers that this world has ever seen. I guess we'll see how that little escapade turns out, huh?

I know....I'm scared, too.

I guess that about covers it for right now. I encourage all of you again to check out my forum, and comment on my stuff. I really need feedback if I'm to make my world as fucking awesome as I want to.

LINKAGE!!!

Yeah.

Until next time,
Dude, you're getting an Alienware!
~Kataron

Let Forever Be

Righty-o...In the library, supposed to be in the library at the University of Guelph doing research for my philosophy project, but I found no means of getting there, so here we are.

And all of you get to be bored with my workings on my project :D

The topic of discussion today, kiddies, is the philosophical existance of God.

From a random site I found off of Google, there seem to be three types of proofs for God. Probably more, but the site lists three.

You've got the argument for design. If you've ever argued about this kind of thing with a Christian, you've probably heard about it. They usually use a clock as their tool of comparison. So let's look at a clock. Intricately designed, so many ticking gears and other such things. Well, a clock can't really be created randomly, can it? It needs a creator, a designer, it can't just come into existance through a series of coincidences, can it? And we, as people, and the universe at large are compared to this timepiece. The universe is the most intricately created thing ever. Instead of ticking gears, it has galaxies and planets and stars, and life. Surely this could not just be coincidence?

That's argument one.

Then you've got the...ontological argument. For those of you that don't know:

on·tol·o·gy ( P ) Pronunciation Key (n-tl-j)
n.

The branch of metaphysics that deals with the nature of being.

Courtesy of dictionary.com, of course.

Anyways, that argument is that God is perfect. And since he's perfect, he must have ALL perfections. If God lacked existance, he would not be so damn perfect. Therefore, since God is perfect, he exists.

Okay, the first argument with the clock made sense to me, this one loses me. It's not really an argument for God. Because if you're trying to convince somebody of His existance, the person generally does not believe in the existance beforehand (or your job is so very redundant...), so they wouldn't believe in the so-called perfection of God. This argument falls through pretty bad. The clock one is still cool, though, and the site lists one more.

The last argument is the cosmological argument. This argument states that every dang thing in the universe must have a cause. And there must be a cause of all causes, and there must be that initial cause, that "prime mover" that gave the universe a kick-start. This is where God comes in.

But in that case, I wonder, what would the cause of God be? If you're saying that He has no cause, then you're undermining the whole causes causes causes argument, aren't you?

(We now interrupt your philosophy lesson for this assumed fact: Undermining is a word that came about...Well, I'm not sure when. But if you ever want a cool image to go with the word, think about World War 2, with the trenches, when people would try to mine to the other side and blow 'em up, thereby avoiding all treacherous gunfire above. But if your mine was mined under, it would lose integrity and collapse on itself. Oh noes! Hence, undermine.)

So...I dunno. Of course, if God was all-powerful as he is claimed to be, then he wouldn't need a cause for him, would he? But then why does everything else? This argument makes you think that something started everything, but why does it have to be God, instead of just some cosmological coincidence? I dunno. This argument fell a bit short to me.

So, in my opinion, the first argument is the most powerful. I remember Greg using this one on me.

Then we've got Pascal's argument...Surely you've heard of Pascal. Math guy, long-dead...French. Pascal's Triangle was his big thing. You know the one....

1
1 1
1 2 1

And it goes on and on, each two numbers side by side being equal to the number below and between them? Hell, the guy had a freakin' programming language named after him. Pascal.

Yeah, THAT Pascal.

It seems he attempted to make a little wager in order to appeal to the world's Agnostics. Agnostics, myself included, believe that you can't prove the existance of God, that it is unprovable, but also that the existance of God cannot be disproved. We sit on the theological fence, basically.

Anyways, his argument was...*copies from site*

"God either exists or he does not. If we believe in God and he exists, we will be rewarded with eternal bliss in heaven. If we believe in God and he does not exist then at worst all we have forgone is a few sinful pleasures.

If we do not believe in God and he does exist we may enjoy a few sinful pleasures, but we may face eternal damnation. If we do not believe in God and he does not exist then our sins will not be punished.

Would any rational gambler think that the experience of a few sinful pleasures is worth the risk of eternal damnation?"

This makes sense. This appeals to the Agnostics, who are not convinced one way or t'other. Heh...I just said t'other...*high fives self* Anyways, although it does make sense to us, it doesn't sway us one way or the other. It's impossible for this to truly sway a person. This is trying to scare the belief of God into us, with eternal damnation. And if you choose to believe in God simply to avoid all that fire 'n brimstone, then I think you're still pretty screwed. True belief comes from the heart. It comes from faith. It doesn't come from fear. So...Ummm...Yeah. Them's my thoughts on THAT.

Next we've got...Kant. Um...Okay, this one confuses me, so I'm just gonna copy and paste if from the site I linked to above.

*ahem*

"Kant attempted to show how philosophy could prove the existence of God. Unfortunately, for him his previous work showed that we could not know reality directly as thing-in-itself. What is real in itself is beyond our experience. Even if God exists, we can not know God as he really is.

For Kant the Christian could have faith in God, and this faith would be consonant with reason and the categorical imperative. Given that human beings have the autonomy to create moral values, it would not be irrational to believe in a God who gives purpose to the moral realm."

Right...Well, I don't really know what all this means. I'll ask Jared later, maybe. *shrug* All I know is that trying to use philosophy to prove anything is silly, as nobody reaches true conclusions in philosophy, you could argue a point to the end of time and not get anywhere with it.

Then there's Hegel. You may remember the Simpson's episode where Lisa pretends to be a University student...The cafe where she listens to the poet is called "Hegel's Bagels". Just noting.

"Hegel thought that the God of religion was an intuition of Absolute Spirit or Geist. Hegel's Geist is not like the transcendent (outside of our consciousness) God of traditional Christianity. For Hegel God is immanent and when we have understood that history is the process of Geist coming to know itself it appears that we are all part of Geist, or God."

Interesting...I don't entirely understant this one, either. It's more clear than the last one, though. Believes not in the traditional Christian God, but believes that...history is the process of 'Geist' coming to know itself. Oooooooooookay. And then we're all part of it. Ummm...Yeah. Moving on...

Yeah, got tired and confused by that site. Found an essay, though, read most of it, had some points of interest. Written by a Mormon, apparently.

It goes back to the cause one. It says that for something to be "uncaused", it must also therefore be changeless, not subject to change by any means. It goes on to say that when Jesus walked the Earth, he changed. He was born, he grew up, he died. Life in itself is change. For Jesus to have been born, he would have needed a cause, meaning his Father. Meaning, should we take the immaculate conception to heart, God. And Jesus is God, is he not? Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, right? So by that right, God has a cause, himself, and he changed through the life of Jesus...And...And...I'm confused now. I'm too tired to be doing this.

Esmee doesn't seem to be here today, she hasn't gone to either of her first two classes. I'll check up on her at lunch, see what's going on.

And oh noes! I've written race histories for all the races I initially recorded, typed them, and put them on my forum, and now I need a new set of races, but I only have a few...I am very open to suggetions about new races.

But the period's just about over, so I guess I'm done. It's been relatively productive.

Until next time,
Cheese?
~Kataron

Tears of a Moonlight Knight

Hey hey, kiddies.

Guess what I just heard...!

Justice League game, coming for the Xbox, PS2, and PSP. I LOVE the Justice League. But that's not all...It's done by SnowBlind Studios, famous for Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance, as well as Champions of Norrath and its sequel, Chapions of Norrath: Return to Arms. Not sure about Dark Alliance 2, I think it's done by them, too. But think about it. Those are hot and heavy RPG's, and now they're going into the Justice League. Can you smell RPG elements in this game? I sure can, and I'm intense'd! :D

Yeah.

Oh, there's other things I wanted to discuss. But first I'll mention the fact that once more, the Principal, Vice Principals, and Guidance people are in the Seminar room just through the wall in front of me, looking at confidential student information on an overhead. I can lean forward and read what it's saying, though I don't have the attention span to do so. This happened before, the day I fought off those Goblins. But...Yeah. I just feel that's kind of weird. I hate the administration of this school...Mr. Coffey (Principal, for those of you that don't go here) is a giant tool, and the VP's are bitchy as hell. Ms. Norland, to whom I have made frequent reference to as 'the creepy short bitch' was the one that talked to me when I put post-its for my blog around the school.

...

Good times. I think I got my readership up, even if just for a bit :)

But yeah, I also wanted to mention their lack of...well, continuity. Mr. Coffey frequently kicks us out of a stairwell, but other times he just...Doesn't. Why? I don't know. He passed us on at least three seperate occasions today during first period before he finally realized what we were doing and wandered back to ask us if we had classes. We said no, he said to go to the caf or the library. We shrugged, he left, and we wandered the school, flipping off security cameras.

Which brings me to my next point...The school has taken the liberty of installing security cameras around the halls and stairwells. This bothers me greatly, as I do not like being caught on video, even though I don't really do anything wrong. So I have taken to flipping them off whenever I pass one. I've counted about fifteen in total around the school. So...Yeah. If you attend this school and read my blog, then help me in my protest, and flip of the cameras whenever you pass them. Note that my protest does not go along with my 'anti-protest I fucking hate hippies' policy. That's because this is different, we're not yelling or waving signs or being stupid hippie douches, we're just flipping off security cameras. So...Yeah, feel free to let the finger fly whenever you pass one. Thanks.

Some hippie douches seem to have decided that wearing scarves around their faces so they can't be recorded on video is a good idea. God dammit, I hate hippies.

On a lighter note, my computer at home (which isn't mine at all), now has 761 video game remixes, with remixes varying from Actraiser to Zombies Ate My Neighbours. Good stuff. I'm quite fond of a certain Earthbound remix, that is actually a rap all about Earthbound. It is hilarity at its finest.

But I wanted to get a few more race histories done, so I'm going to wrap this post up and move onto that. Feel free to head on over to my board....It's just Ryan and I over there now, it's pretty lonely...Post in the non-board discussion, post in board discussion, I really don't care, it'd just be nice to know that Ryan isn't the only one reading them. And if you have any questions or comments about the race histories themselves, feel free to reply to them, and I'll see if I can clear anything up.

Thanks.

Until next time,
Don't worry. It's analog!
~Kataron

Geruda Valley

Well, March Break is over, and with it ends my nonpostingness. I would attempt to get on more from my own place of residence, but I'm still getting used to that new computer. I've tried to run a few games on there, but they mostly mess up. Star Wars: Galactic Battlegrounds works fine, though. Imagine Age of Empires, but...Star Wars. Same engine and junk. It's awesome. I can even run Winamp in the background and pump out my own tunes. Which...Well, which caused me to download hundreds of songs off of OC Remix. Yep. I'm up to Secret of Mana now. That's all the way in the S's! I've only downloaded the good ones, though. Well, from the good games. You know...Metroid, Megaman, Final Fantasy, and some other stuff.

Yeah. Good times.

I have had a fantastic March Break. Absolutely fantastic. It started off with nothing but Dragonquest VIII, which is a terrific game. Then I went over to Seth's and hung out there. I made another post from there, but it didn't seem to get through. *shakes fist* Ah well, it was a short one. But yeah. We were hanging out and watching movies and the like. Once Upon a Time in Mexico to start. Seth fell asleep early on in the first night, and Scott and I ended staying up another three hours and talking about stuff. The future, Elkon, video games, and some of Scott's own programming projects. In fact, I got him kick-started on an old one he had been programming in Turing. He wanted to continue, but didn't want to do it in Turing, and didn't know how to emulate some of the things he had done already, but in C++. I told him that he should Google it and find out, and now he's back on the project. Huzzah! He was slightly irritated at me, though, for having gotten him back into it. Now he'll have even less free time :)

Then the next day, some of Seth's friends came over. And I'll level with you, they were odd. Interesting, but odd. Seth hung out with them while Scott and I watched Star Trek. Ah, Spike TV, I will always love you, and your daytime television. Five hours of Star Trek. Two episodes of Deep Space Nine, and then three of The Next Generation.

Which brings me to my Star Trek discussion.

Yes, I am a Trekkie. I love Star Trek with every thread of my being. Oh yes. I love it.

I've loved it ever since I saw my first episode of TNG. So, just for kicks, let's outline them all.

Star Trek: The Original. Let's face it. It sucked. The characters, though, are Epic and forever. Spock, Kirk, Bones. Scotty. SCOTTY! But it was the same in every episode. Kirk got some space-pussy, Spock was logical, and Scotty said something about how the ship couldn't take it. Ohhhh yeah.

Then there came...

The Next Generation. With Patrick Stewart as Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Picard, the first bald captain. ENGAGE! he would say. Yeah. Riker, Data, Geordi, and Diana Troy. Some of the characters were very interesting. Data, the first android Starfleet officer. Geordi, with his blindness and his super-cool visor. Worf, that big angry Klingon. And O'Brien. He was just cool. In this one, both Riker and Picard got the space-pussy. It was a good series, but I just can't watch it anymore. They don't take enough time to make things...Well, Epic! An hour, every time, to solve whatever it was. Rarely two-parters. No wars, no giant revelations. It was...Disappointing, after seeing some of the more epic things. The movies, though, kicked ALL KINDS OF ASS. They had the time to make things fucking awesome, and by the Gods, they did.

Then there came Deep Space Nine. Right now, my favourite of the series. I love it. Though they're abandoning the 'EXPLORE EXPLORE EXPLORE' mentality that the other shows followed, this series is quite simply, epic. A space-station smack-dab beside a portal the leads to enemy territory. To Dominion territory, an area of space filled with unfriendly motherfuckers. Shape-shifters, genetically engineered killing machines, and probably some other unpleasant guys. This series doesn't just have one-episode stints. They're at war. Everything is part of something else, everything leads to something else. It's fantastic. And, it had the first black captain of the shows. Captain Benjamin Cisco. And damn, is he ever a good captain. As bald as Picard, but half the age. Full of emotion and awesomeness. He even has a kid on the station, Jake. Now...Later on in the series, when the war is in full swing, they don't focus as much on characters, but I think we can forgive them. They give us Odo, the shape-shifter, they give us Julian, the Doctor with a name I don't even want to try to spell. They even bring back some old favourites, O'Brien and Worf from TNG. Now that, was brilliant. Splice in that fiesty redhead and Dax, the woman with eight generations of people living in her head as a symbiote. Hell yes. Deep Space Nine was just so COOL. I hate it when people bash it.

Then there came Voyager. Now this was a novel concept...True exploration. They get sent, by accident, to the other end of the galaxy. And they try to get home. The idea can easily appeal to anybody. They want to come home, right? But they have to travel through completely uncharted space, with new aliens and no allies or contact with Starfleet. Until, of course, they commandeer a series of satellites(sp?) and find a way to send messages home. Even this show had some amazing characters. The nameless Doctor, the first holographic character. Watching him develop and grow was pretty interesting. Especially his interactions with Seven of Nine, the first and only Borg character. Well, since Picard got turned temporarily ;). Yeah. Oh, and Neelix, a lovable alien that also turned out to be a decent chef. Add to that the first female captain, mix with a second-in-command from a formerly enemy ship, and splice in a horny pilot, an Asian ensign, and a half-Klingon, and you've got yourself one hell of a crew. With constant encounters with strange new races, as well as frequent holodeck malfuctions, and you have a recipe for a good show. It was by far my favourite until the series ended. By then, I had seen pretty much all of it. DS9, I'm still missing most of it, so it's new and exciting to me.

Then there came the new one, Enterprise. Now...Most Trekkies checked this out, due to an undying loyalty, but found it lacking. After the first season, I was gone. But when I checked back later, I got more into it. All human characters, save for one Vulcan, it wasn't as interesting a crew as the others, but the fact that they were doing all of this for the first time made it more interesting. The 'war' with the...Xindi, is it? Well, whoever it was that blew up a large chunk of Florida, it was quite an interesting war with them. Things were new and exciting, but I missed most of the series.

And then there were none. No new shows in production, no new movies in the works. Could it be that Star Trek has died out? Are there no new ideas? No new concepts for shows? NO! I refuse to believe that. Hell, Scott and I worked out some kickass concepts.

First, make a series focussing on Starfleet Academy. Teen drama, with science fiction added to the mix. More teen drama at first, then add more and more sci fi until you've got the viewer hooked. Entrap an entirely new generation of Trekkies. Get the kids into it, and you've got more loyal fans to watch the next series, which goes back into the more important aspects.

Okay, so we've got new viewers. Time to make another one. It seemed to me that in Voyager, there were fairly regular interferences with the Space-Time Continuum. And ships from the future designed to come and fix them. I say follow the adventures of one of those ships, as they try to uphold the Temporal Prime Directive. Now, wouldn't THAT be an interesting series? My favourite adventures took place in the past. When one of the Temporal ships crashed in the past and had its technology raided. When aliens from the future were helping the nazis. Now THAT was interesting. And others. There have been adventures in time in all of the different series..es...So why not make a show about it? It would rock something fierce.

And then a mini-series about the Q, because they're just so cool.

There you have it. STAR TREK! One of my closest loves.

Scott and I also decided on a new game. Imagine Advance Wars, with larger areas, diplomacy, and the ability to choose where you're going to attack, not to mention the collection of resources, the production of units, and the building of cities. Yeah, it's in the works. Give us time.

Then, alas, I had to come home. But then Esmee came over, so it was good. We watched Walk The Line and attended my youth group. Then, on Saturday, we got together with Jared, Ryan, and Kevin, and went to see V for Vendetta. And let me tell you, it was absolutely fantastic. I mean, it was DAMN GOOD. I had no idea it was DC comics. It was good. Go see it.

Then we hung around, waited for a long time to play DDR, then played DDR, then wandered off, got picked up by Kate, and then went back to Jared's. Once there, we were up until five in the morning talking about this and that. Kate got bored by our nerdtalk and left around...I dunno, one or so. We were up until five. Then we started getting ready for bed, and the downstairs tenant yelled at us. Can't say I don't blame him, we were loud, but we were already going to bed, so...*shrug*. He yelled at us the next day, too. He doesn't like us. :)

Then I came home, played some video games, and downloaded some music. All in all, damn good times. Damn good. I had an absolutely fantastic March Break. I can't remember one better, ever. Video games, Seth & Scott, Esmee, V for Vendetta, and Ryan/Jared/Kevin. Damn good times.

Now that we're back into the swing of things, I'll be blogging more, posting on the forum more, and writing more of that story, as well as others that struck me over the break. But for now, I believe I'm done.

Until next time,
Beam me up, Scotty.
~Kataron

Virtual Anatomy

Hallo, bitches.

I realize that I must apologize for my lack of posting of late...I've been playing far too many video games. Far too many. Expect a full review of Dragonquest VIII when I have the free time.

Yeah, we've basically been hanging out all day. Some of Seth's friends came over, and then he hung out more with them, so Scott and I hung around and totally nerded it up.

But...Umm...I'm kinda distracted again, so I should end this. I'll try to get a real post in by the time we go back to school, so please bear with me. Sorry.

Until next time,
NOT A TRUCK!
~Kataron

Blackboard Macros

Hey, guys. Sorry I haven't been posting lately. Since March Break started, I have spent virtually every waking moment playing Dragonquest VIII. It's fantastic. I've sunk over fifty manhours into that game in the last few days. Friends? PAH!

Actually, I'm over at Seth's now.

And I just came up with a fantastic new day.

Racial Stereotype Day! Everybody dresses up as their favourite Racial Stereotype! Yaaaaaaay!

I think it would be one hell of a holiday. Ideas? Thoughts? Hatemail? Send, send, send.

I'm gonna go sleep now.

Until next time,
Oh, Nate. Don't get hit by a truck.
~Kataron

Hail Kataron!

Hey hey hey.

Sorry if I've been ignoring my blog lately. When I get the chance to be on-line in the library, I've been tending to work on my board, getting the race histories out there. I'm pleased to say that at the time of writing this, I have all of the Elves, all of the Dwarves, the Humans, and even the Gnomes, and I have many more to type up. Yep. It should be good.

Oh, I'm reminded of something I wanted to complain about...Again. Hippies. Goddamn, dirty hippies. One of the damn dirty hippies in my philosophy class was aparently subject to police brutality or some other shit like that. I say, good job officer. I am in full support of police brutality when it comes to damn protesting hippies. Hell, shoot the fuckers if you want. Nobody would mind. Well, 'cept them, but they shouldn't be there in the first place.

Now that I've said that...

March break is almost upon us. What this means to me, I'm not entirely sure.

I have a few scattered plans for the next while. Mostly Jared's plans, that I've just kind of latched myself onto like some sort of plan leech.

First off, Ryan seems to be coming into town this weekend. 'twas mentioned on the forums for the Faction in Cypher, so I figure mayhap I'll see him this weekend. And I had already decided that I was going to go down to Seth's at some point on March Break, and Jared had already been planning to as well. Sunday to Tuesday, were his plans. Sounds good to me, I think I might go too. Provided that Seth is well, mind you, I heard ill news (no pun intended....) of him being in the hospital :(. But, if Seth is well, then Jared and myself (and possibly Eric, presuming no other plans for those days) shall go and visit in Cambridge. I like going to spend weekends there, but weekdays are better. We always stay up way too late Saturday night, and are far too tired to attend church the next day. But, as both of his parents are the pastors of the church, we have little choice in the matter. Weekdays, though, no reason to get up early and do that. So, huzzah!

Also, Jared's going to see if he can go down and hang out with Kate for a weekend at the end of the month. I haven't seen Kate since she visited much earlier in the year (before I started dating Esmee, even). Depending on stuff, I may or may not go down and spend the weekend hanging out with Jared and Kate. And Kate's friend, Janine (I think that was her name...) that I have yet to meet. All I know about her is that Jared wants to bang her. Like tribal war drums, I decided. Yep. So perhaps that, yes.

That's a few plans for the month...Yeah. Sounds good to me.

Oh, and I have a new dream.

I want to be...A MALE CHEERLEADER!

And, that's all.

Until next time,
HACK THE PLANET!
~Kataron

Abnormal Growth

Hey hey.

Taking a break from the story for now, might work a bit more on it later tonight, might not.

Apparently, I may have mono. Esmee's sister showed up where we hang out at lunch to announce to her that she has mono. And, since she's my girlfriend, I've kissed her of late, which means that I very well may have it, too. Although, I'm far too lazy to actually go and get this checked out, or change my lifestyle in any way whilst I have the disease. I've been told it basically just makes you tired. How this affects me, I don't know. When Nate gets tired, Nate drinks Coke. Then things get better. Yeah.

I think that about wraps it up for this blog post, I don't have any breaking news that I need to discuss or I'll explode, and I want to work more on that other board. Check it out, I've been putting TLM webcomic stuff on there as well as this story I've been writing, and I've still got my race histories, which I'll be adding to soon.

Until next time,
The cheeseburger. Always the cheeseburger.
~Kataron

And so it continues

Right, keeping on with what I was writing earlier...I decided a bar-fight was in order.

~~~Continued~~~

The tavern itself was unusually quiet. Most taverns that Kataron entered at this hour would be full of noise, music, and cursing in dozens of languages. The door was open as he walked through the frame, scanning the patrons for his contact. He had never met this particular contact in person, but contacts generally had a few things in common. Twitchy, keeping a close eye on the door, slowly nursing the same drink for hours. Kataron had seen it dozens of times.

Taking a seat at the bar, Kataron placed an order for a cold ale. The bartender looked at him for a long moment before grabbing a glass and beginning to pour the ale. Kataron took the opportunity to glance around the bar again. A group of men sat at a table nearby, drinking and laughing quietly. A shorter man sat alone, nursing an ale and staring at the larger group. Another lone man sat by the fire reading a book and occasionally looking at the other patrons. Another group, this one just a male and a female drinking and seemingly having a good time. Kataron was unsure of which might be his contact, so he remained seated at the bar, and sipped slowly on the drink handed to him by the bartender.

Things continued uneventfully for a short time, until a small man crept through the open door. He took slow, careful steps as he looked around the bar nervously. A flash of metal caught Kataron's eye as the man flipped a silver coin in the air, catching it before it had a chance to hit the floor. He approached the bar and quietly took a seat next to Kataron, nodding at him ever so slightly in greeting.

"Kataron, I presume?" the man asked in a quiet voice.

"That I am. And you have the information I'm here for?" Kataron replied, taking a long sip from his mug.

"Yes, yes, I have everything you need to know...This might be a little more complicated than you thought it would be, mercenary."

Kataron smirked, assuming that this lowly contact was unaware of his level of skill.

"This whole area is controlled by a particularly powerful warlord," the man continued, flipping his silver coin in the air again, "and he's not fond of visitors. You probably wondered why the streets were so empty? Nobody wants to be caught outside late at night by the man, as he's been known to slaughter anybody he meets, just for fun."

Kataron nodded as the silver coin leapt into the air again. This sounded a lot like a job Kataron had recieved years earlier. A town was controlled by a group of bandits, with a easily irritable leader. Kataron had been paid quite well to slaughter the lot of them, which had not been an easy task. The minions weren't much trouble at all, but the fight with their leader had lasted for hours. He had been rumoured to do horrible, horrible things to anybody that was unlucky enough to fall into his grasp.

"Unfortunately, he has some powerful allies. His entire keep is magically sealed, and you can't possibly hope to penetrate his defenses the way they are now."

"Well," Kataron began, "What do you suggest I do about it? Either you have some sort of plan in mind, or you've wasted my time down here."

The man nodded his head and threw the coin into the air again. The habit was beginning to irritate Kataron, but he resolved to remain silent about it until after the man gave Kataron the plan.

"There is one way to dispell the lock on the keep. One way. You need to find one of the keys. There's twelve of them, scattered about the region. Nobody's sure where they all are, though."

"But you only need one, correct?"

A quick nod, another toss of the coin.

"You only need one," he intoned, "and I may know the location of one of them. There's a small trail behind the temple over on the right side of town...Follow the trail, turn right at the branch, and you should find one of the keys. I don't know how far you'll have to travel, or what will be guarding the key. Or...Even what the key looks like, really. But, I do know that it's your only chance at getting to the warlord."

Kataron nodded as he listened to the directions from the little man. A small path behind the temple, sounded easy enough. Of course, when things sound easy, it means that they'll later on get unbearably complicated, but that's to be expected with adventuring.

All of a sudden, the man started, and looked around the room nervously. He stood from his seat and whispered a few words to the bartender. Then he moved towards the door, turning back to Kataron to speak while he walked.

"I-I-I-I'm sorry, b-but I have to g-g-go now..." he mumbled, making a hasty exit.

Kataron shrugged and returned to his ale, draining the mug. He then wiped his face with his sleeve, dropped a few coins on the bar to pay for his ale, and started towards the door.

"S'cuse me," a voice from behind him said, the tone deep and grating.

Kataron turned back, his eyebrow raised. Surely he had paid enough for his single drink.

"Yes?" he asked the bartender.

"This ain't enough," he replied gruffly.

"Surely that covers one drink," Kataron remarked, his voice raising slightly, drawing the attentions of other patrons of the bar.

"Ayuh, it covers yours, but your friend told us you'd pay off his tab. So, I recommend you cough up a few more gold before we have to take it from ya."

At this, the group of men sitting at a nearby table stood and walked towards Kataron, looking rather threatening.

~~~end~~~

What's this?! A bar fight! YEAH!

Nate's tired now.

Until next time,
Just let me sleep!
~Kataron

And so it begins.

Well, here we are!

As it happens, I finished the map of the floating island today, the floating island wherein all of the story I'm writing takes place. Aside from slight alterations and more in-depth small maps, I'm basically ready. I've placed all sorts of things for adventure onto this island. Gnolls, Trolls, Minotaurs, Dwarves, Drow, Cloud Elves, even some cannibals. They eat people. YEAH!

So I'm just about ready to begin the story. :)

There'll be twelve different portals, each leading to a different elemental plane. Each adventurer is going to have to travel to at least one of them to obtain a key to opening the keep where the Warlord lives. The elements are...Energy, Fire, Ice, Lightning, Earth, Wind, Light, Dark, Water, Necromantic, Nature, and Arcane.

Yep.

But I think it's about time we got this story actually started, don't you?

~~~~~~The Warrior~~~~~~

Kataron walked slowly along the forest path, his hand near the hilt of his long black sword, as he wondered what his good friends Edenvyrd and Darun were doing at that very moment in time. The old man was probably being a burden, and the Dwarf was undoubtedly drunk by now. They had parted ways a few weeks earlier, after Kataron had recieved a letter calling him out for a new job. He would have taken his companions with him, but the job specifically called for him to come alone. And so he was on his way, through this unfamiliar forest path.

It had been a long while since anything particularly unpleasant had crossed his path, and for this reason Kataron was nervous. He had learned long ago that trouble builds up, and needs to be taken care of on a regular basis, or else it will become far too much for one man to deal with. He was expecting a pack of Trolls, or even Ogres to wander out onto the path any minute now. But, they didn't. It had been at least a day since his last battle. About the same time he entered the forest. For whatever reason, the forest seemed peaceful. Which meant that it was probably patrolled by pissed off Druids, or something like that. Some obsessive magic-user that kept the animals in line. Yes, that explanation made the most sense to Kataron. He relaxed some, and took his hand away from the hilt of his blade. Not too far away, though.

It was nearing nightfall when the forest finally came to an end. The path carried on, and seemed to ride into a nearby town. This must be the town where his contact was to meet him. It had been requested, as always, that he await the contact in the town's tavern. Kataron had no problem with this, and had a small pouch filled with solid gold coins with various engravings on them. That would be worth some good drinks.

As Kataron stepped into the town, he took note of the lack of people in the streets. They were emtpy, save for a few younger children running from one place to another, as though desperate to arrive back home before curfew. This seemed a bit odd, as this was the only human town in the area. There should have been more business going on in the streets at this hour. Deciding that it was simply a slow region, Kataron walked down the street, looking around. The town seemed large enough, with stables, shops, and all other things that a town might require. In the distance, Kataron could see the top of a large temple, dedicating itself to one God or another. There were too many Gods these days. Most buildings were dark, their lights already gone out, but one stood a short distance down the street, spilling its light out onto the ground outside. Nodding to himself, Kataron headed towards this building, the town's tavern.

~~~~~~~

And, I need to use the washroom and grab a few things before class. I'll continue this later, I hope this has been a decent start. I also need to go and complain to my next period teacher about my group for an assignment.

Until next time,
And so it ends. Temporarily.
~Kataron

It all went terribly, terribly wrong...

Well, as it turned out, something went terribly terribly wrong. I got very sick on Wednesday night, and went to bed at nine, only to wake up every hour to throw up, even when there was precious little in my stomach. Logically, I spent the next day home from school. And the next day, for good measure. By Friday I was feeling somewhat better, but not completely healthy. Now I'm feeling just about right, so I'll be starting the story soon, but there's some technical difficulties with the fireplace that need to be sorted out around the house before I do much. And, I might be hanging out with James tonight, so I might not be on tonight.

Darnit, I've gotta go for now.

Until next time,
Ciao, bitches,
~Kataron

Fortune Faded

Greetings, kiddies.

Sorry I didn't post yesterday...I meant to, I honestly meant to, but then I got caught up in some other stuff. As it turns out, my lovely lady-friend was sick and at home, so I paid her a visit at lunch and stayed for the beginning of next period. I took my leave a bit earlier than I would have otherwise, because I wanted to get on here and do a blog post, but then Justin came and distracted me, and I ended up spending the rest of my period with the nerds.

Speaking of the nerds, I call out all of my nerd buddies that are constantly internetting. Ryan, I'm gonna need you on this, too. Cypher is back. I repeat, Cypher is back. And we intend to jump right in, and create a Faction. In fact, I'm at the Faction creation screen right now.

Sorry I haven't really been typing up more about my story. I've been going heavy into the maps, and I've mapped out the island. Oh, right, you guys don't know it's an island. I decided that the whole impassable natural barricades thing was a little weak, and would make the story seem kinda lame, so I decided that once the adventurer journeys onto this land, it goes airborne. YEAH! It's a floating island. That'll allow for a larger area for the doomed to wander around in and try to find ways to oppose the warlord. I've also added a lot of things that could lead to some interesting adventures. Graveyards, mountains, forests, underwater palaces, all sorts of neat things. It should give each character a different experience when they come to town.

Yeah.

w00t! Team Lightning Magnificient, the Cypher Faction is created!

You can all access Cypher from...HERE!

If you have the time and like browser-based games, I recommend it. It's a lot of fun. I've made my faction, and am getting all of my nerd-buddies from around Ross to join. But, of course, no Team Lightning Magnificient is complete without Ryan, the original founder of the group in the caf so many months ago. Yeah.

If anybody tries to join and gets rejected, worry not. We can only hold five members in the beginning, but we'll upgrade quickly to try to build up to the max of 25. Or however many we deem necessary. Wyatt's already far past me in experience...Bastard put all of his stat points into intelligence. Looking back, I should have done the same. I might remake Kataron once I have more members of the Faction so I can switch ownership to one, then remake, then come back, then regain ownership.

Yeah, that sounds good to Nate.

Oh, and for those of you interested (this means you, Ryan), I've added a section to my forum for Team Lightning Magnificient: The Webcomic. That's MY forum, not Rusitu Maitas. I'll be putting on the scripts I have so far soon. I'd do it now, but I don't have enough time to get everything I want done today. I spent too much of this period working on the Cypher Faction. I'll start putting up scripts within the next couple days, probably race histories, too.

And keep an eye out for the everybody dies story. Unless something goes terribly, terribly wrong, I start writing TOMORROW!

Until next time,
I hope nothing goes terribly, terribly wrong.
~Kataron