On The Matter Of Gay Space Frogs.

Hey bitches and sportsfans. It's a bit late for me to be posting, but I only just got back from a long walk with Eric and Simone.

Yeah. Today was better than most days. On most days, I get up, do stuff, come home, and play video games and watch television until I go for a walk around Rockwood listening to loud music, then come home and blog until I get tired. And repeat.

Today, I got up, did stuff, got back a bit earlier than usual, and had a nice long bath and shaved (I needed a shave badly), then I wandered over to youth group. Once there, we played cards for a while until it was asked why Three Dragon Ante wasn't there. So I went home to get it, then when I got back, Josh was there with a copy of Nintendo Monopoly, already set up and ready to play. All the pieces were taken, so Eric informed me that I was on his team. I watched as the game advanced and repeatedly gave half-hearted attempts at cheating. Obvious things that they'd have to be idiots not to notice. Stealing properties, stealing very large bills, moving the actual pieces on the board. The game wound down for a long time.

Like, a really long time. Eric started with Meta Knight, then got Ridley (bigass dragon thing from Metroid), then we got...Ah, I forget. Something crappy. We traded Ridley and the crappy one for Kirby and King Deedeedee (or is it Dedede? I don't care). So we had our first monopoly. The game steadily progressed until one by one the players were eliminated. Chris, then Bobby, then Tony, then Josh. Until finally it was just Andrew and Eric (plus Nate!). And that lasted a HELL of a long time. We started with an equal amount of properties, then eventually and slowly, Eric and I ended up owning them all. Soon he had to mortgage them to pay our rent, and soon he started selling his properties to me. I was the one that initiated the buying. Eric at first only let me hold his small bills. His ones, actually. Then as we grew richer and richer, he started letting me carry higher bills. Eventually, I was getting everything below the five hundreds. So I had all the one hundred dollar bills, and there were A LOT. So I started buying properties, starting with Samus. Yeah. Then we WON.

Oh, and Eric, THIS LINK LINK LINK was the comic I was talking about. Slippy is so gay.

Then we went to Sun Sun's, got Chinese, and dueled with lightsabers.

When we got back, I'd only had time to log on to MSN when Simone told me that she and Eric were going on a walk, and that I had to come too. So I met her outside my house, and she presents me with a gift. An iPod! I'm excited. I've never owned one before. And people never give me anything. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

I have no idea how the fuck to work it, but I'll coerce Simone into explaining it all tomorrow.

We wandered around Rockwood for a few hours, then eventually returned to our individual places of dwellings.

And I think we all learned something very important. People like to bathe naked. Who knew?

Until next time,
So fucking gay. God dammit, Slippy.
~Kataron

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.

Hey folks. Nate here. Nate bored. Nate tired. But Nate no sleep!

Today was normal. Normal is boring. Got up, did stuff, came home, watched television. Watched a Star Trek movie. Continued with a story I started writing the other day.

It's the one I had the dream about last week. Insanely unlucky guy. Right now I've got him flirting with an assassin that would kill him in a heartbeat if she knew he was lying about being a noble. He's...Not too bright. Really not too bright.

But ah well. He'll probably narrowly avoid death, the same as he always does, and then some other people are gonna die and he's gonna lose his left shoe and have to walk around for days and days in harsh terrain with no shoe. And THAT has got to suck. See how unlucky this guy is?!

Yeah.

Then I walked around Rockwood for a while. Got pretty caffeined-up. Listened to some loud music. Had one Five Hour Energy, one Hansen's Energy, and one Red Bull. Ended up singing along with some JoCo. Got some weird looks when I was going over Mandelbrot Set.

"Mandelbrot Set you’re a Rorschach Test on fire
You’re a day-glo pterodactyl
You’re a heart-shaped box of springs and wire
You’re one badass fucking fractal "

I wanna go to the movies. I mean, I wanna go to the theatre, and just spend an entire fucking day watching movies.

See the new Die Hard movie. Laugh because it's the Mac guy that I hate.

See Evan Almighty, just 'cause it's Steve Carell.

See 1408, 'cause I loved that short story, AND Samuel L. Jackson is in it.

See the Silver Surfer movie and laugh at how crappy everything is.

Maybe see Ocean's 13 'cause I heard good things.

See Pirates 3, 'cause I still haven't.

And see the third Shrek movie.

I'd add Transformers to that list, but it doesn't come out until next weekish.

But dammit, I wanna watch some fuckin' movies!

And I want a war horse to ride around Rockwood.

But mostly I want to say "HA HA HA HA HA!". If you're the person that that's directed to, THEN YOU KNOW. But you probably don't read this blog, so whatever.

Pants! Pants for all! Except me. Pants are holding me BACK, man!

I'm...Gonna go sleep.

Until next time,
Sometimes I feel like a terrible person. But the suffering of others is JUST SO DAMN FUNNY!
~Kataron

Flair for the Dramatics

The campaign was a long (tenish hours) and difficult (not really) one, but I pulled through. I began as little more than a Warlord feuding with his neighbour, but when it all came down it it, Japan was mine.

How did I do it, you ask? How did I rofl-pwn all of Japan? Sit down and let me tell you a tale, friends. A riveting tale of lies and espionage, but at the same time an epic tale of loyalty and honour.

I took on the role of Kenshin Uesugi, an honourable man with an honourable dream. To rule Japan. Really, it's what everybody wanted at the time. It was a fad of some sort. I dunno. They'd be like

"Hey Jeff, whatcha doin'?"

"Oh, not much. Conquering Japan. The usual."

"A'ight, cool."

Yeah. Nobody questioned it. But only the truly awesome could rise up to rule Japan. The less awesome had to serve others as THEY strode to rule Japan. Even some of the more awesome ones served as vassals. Couldn't be bothered to rule themselves.

My first conquest was my bitter rival, Shingen of the Takeda Clan. Fat guy with a mask and a fan, and one hell of a cavalry. It took a bit of doing, but I took him out soon enough.

Kenshin and Shingen have a history. They were rivals for many years. Well, moreso Kenshin said that Shingen was his rival, and repeatedly tried to end him. Shingen just kind of put up with it. Wasn't the aggressive type. They fought. Repeatedly. Each one of them was an expert at strategy, and neither one could take out the other with any sort of finality. I took him out, slaughtering as many of his men as I could find, until it all eventually culminated in me fighting him in his own base. I wish I could say that it was an epic one on one fight with our men standing by and watching in amazement. But in reality, his men were dead, his officers gone, and my men were trying to rape him with swords while I tried to kill him.

And soon he fell. After that, I didn't know what to do. I was a bit lost. With my rival gone, who was I to target with my strange sense of justice. So I began expanding to the northeast. If I took out the tip of that area, then I'd be less open to attacks. So I started conquering there, taking out the little clans of soldiers, none with anybody worth mentioning fighting for them. I acquired an officer by the name of Kataron TM. He was pretty decent in a fight. Weird guy. Talked a bit too much. About how he disliked wars, about how there would be no strategic losses under his watch, stuff like that.

As I took out the northeast, not many of the other lords prospered. The Shima in the far west conquered a few fiefdoms. Another clan that was gone before I got to them took out a few. My only real competition was lord Nobunaga Oda, of the Oda clan. He was one bad-ass mother-fucker. I let him be for a while, concentrating my fights on the right side of Japan, while he took out the middle. I formed alliances with him. A couple one-year alliances to start, then out of the blue he offered me a three year alliance. I gladly accepted. At the same time, lord Ieyasu of Mikawa offered me an alliance. I took it. But he was at war with Nobunaga at the time, so every season I received two conflicting messages.

"Help me kill Ieyasu!"

"Help me not die!"

I pretty much sat out and let them duke it out while I finished off the last of my opponents on that side of the map. Now all that was left was four clans, aside from me. The Oda, the Mikawa, the Shima, and some other one in the middle. Ieyasu didn't last long. I helped him on his last battle with the Oda, but I ended up chasing a ninja around the map and being defeated by Nobunaga himself. After that, Nobunaga took out the other clan that I couldn't remember the name of.

I built up my forces and recruited an impressive arsenal of vassals. Kotaro of the Fuma clan, the ninja obsessed with chaos and battle. Hanzo Hattori, whom I scooped up out of the hands of the Oda himself, another ninja. For fighters, I snagged Ieyasu, who had taken to wandering the land after his reign was ended. I also recruited Keiji Maeda, one crazy-ass dude with a big fucking spear. Add to that Tadakatsu, probably the most powerful warrior in the land. He could have been a lord himself, but he was too accustomed to serving the needs of others and helping towards a greater good. He didn't care for ruling Japan. And, to top it all off, I found Shingen, my ex-rival. He joined me.

I left the fat man and the ninjas to defend key points, and took the fighters with me to fight the Oda. It wasn't easy. He was powerful. A lot of soldiers, and a good number of officers. I won a few, I lost a few. He took out some of my territories, I took them back, and took a few more for good measure. In the end, it came down to me doing battle with the Oda capital, and Nobunaga himself. It was the single quickest battle I ever fought. It took me less than six minutes fo destroy him.

I was moving towards a base to capture it anyways, and taking out some officers on the way. When I stopped for a moment to complete the conquest of a base, he appeared. Nearby. I decided "Let's see what we can do", so I set my men to an Arrow formation (to give me one hell of an offensive boost), and charged right in. Just me, versus him, his wife (the lady No), and his many tiny soldiers.

It wasn't easy, but I pressed the offensive, attacking him and only him, taking extreme damage from his men (and his woman), but I finished him a moment before his blade would have taken my head.

And just like that, all his territories became mine. His vast territories. It was like Christmas, but instead of getting crappy presents, you get an empire. More than doubled what I had in terms of land.

Now my only foe was the Shima. They had three fiefdooms, I had two dozen. It wasn't difficult. They had decent fighters. Sakon Shima in particular was pretty awesome. Yoshihisa Shimazu was also pretty crazy. Giant fucking hammer that almost killed me on more than one occasion. Even I had to flee, even though I was using my best weapon, the Frozen Flame.

Tough bunch of guys. I took out one territory first, believing it to be their headquarters, but soon found that I was mistaken. The other territory took a lot longer to take. While the battle with lord Nobunaga took under six minutes, the final battle took over four times that.

In the end, Japan was mine. I gave my two bitchinest vassals some large territories of their own. Tadakatsu Honda and Keiji Maeda. I hope they enjoy ruling over their territories.

Yep. Japan went pretty good after that. My empire lasted for eleven generations. Suck on that!

Then I assume it was destroyed.

But anyways, I gotta go. I just wanted to let you guys know what I've been doing for ten hours of the past two days.

Until next time,
I want that base. And I shall have it!
~Kataron

Tumbleweeds

Yep. So, today was boring again. Not that it was much of a surprise. I wasn't feeling that great at one point, so I spent the afternoon watching movies with the cat. The cat whom I refer to as Megaman (or X for short!), and the rest of the family refers to as Odin. I think Megaman is just plain cooler.

I watched Gone in 60 Seconds, and then Lord of War. It was a Nicolas-Cage fest. Yeah. Then I played a few hours of Samurai Warriors 2: Empires. I figure if I go through the games in order, I'll be too tired of the genre to continue to play Empires, which is pretty much what happened last time. It's an odd take on the game...More strategy is required, which is both good and bad. I'm doing a campaign right now as Kenshin, a guy with a big-ass sword. I've even recruited a character I made myself, a Kataron type. He needed a last name, and TheMighty wouldn't fit...So he's Kataron TM. It gets easier to deal with as you continue playing.

But alas, my brother has a stupid friend over, so I'm too irritated with them to continue doing my internet thang. And since nobody's started conversations with me on MSN (It's really usually only Ryan or Rick that does so), I'm gonna head back upstairs and continue the rapefest that is...Nate playing Samurai Warriors 2: Empires. Dammit, that seemed to flow better in my head.

Until next time,
Relax, bitch. Divinity is on our side.
~Kataron

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Apparently, this is post number seven hundred. I'm not sure if I should celebrate, or...mourn the death of my social life (which apparently died seven hundred posts ago), or just sit back and rant. Soooo. Yeah.

Today was boring. Got up, stuff happened, came home. Played hours of Samurai Warriors. The first one. It's my first time going through the game without Eric. I'm trying to pay more attention to story and get less into the routine of Eric and I rofl-pwning everybody. So yeah. I ran through Hanzo's campaign. He's one kick-ass ninja. I like it when a ninja can take on a large group of people. I mean, he can't do it...WELL, exactly, but...You know, he tries. He's a much more...one on one type of character, but he can do crowd control. His normal combo, if it's allowed to continue, zooms him through bunches of people, so he can hit a lot of guys if they're there.

So, I discovered the true meaning of Arbour Day. Or whatever the hell it is.

Spies deep within the greeting card industry have informed me that they created Arbour Day when they got a massive shipment of mis-spelled Labour Day cards. So keep that under your hats, kids. That's information that you could get killed over.

Yeah, the greeting card industry is pretty damn ruthless. Twice this week I've been attacked, and it's only Monday. Well, Tuesday morning. Technically. If we're getting technical here. Greeting card ninjas. Weird little fuckers. They're not exactly human. I mean, they used to be, but...I'm a little unclear on the actual process, but they're about two thirds our height and they smell like a cheese that hasn't existed in centuries. Their weapons are throwing stars with strange phrases on them.

"Have a nice DIE!"

"Buy Organic!"

"Monkeys control the U.S. economy!"

You know what'd be a really weird place? It randomly popped into my head, just a short phrase, on one of my caffeine highs last week.

Awkward handjob land. A place where you get all kinds of awkward handjobs. Like...She's looking up at you, trying to be all sexy and stuff, but she's got something stuck in her teeth, and it's totally taking away from the moment. Or...She slowly turns into a walrus. I dunno. Shit like that.

That'd be pretty fucked up.

I'm gonna go sleep now.

Until next time,
I can't believe people still read this shit.
~Kataron

CAPS LOCK

Hello, my cyber-bitches.

Yeah, my last post probably didn't make much sense, but I was under the influence of a lot of caffeinated stuff at the time. I walked by a wedding reception that night after having all that caffeine, too. At Rockmosa, late at night. I saw a bus pull in there, and I followed it (not for the following, but as it was on my normal walking route anyway), and it was parked outside the building and some well-dressed people were standing outside. Well, not full suit well dressed, as I believe the wedding was most likely held at another location, and the reception simply held there, but...You know, full suit minus suit jackets for the guys. Only saw one lady, and that was the bride (presuming from the wedding dress). What a sight I must have been. Walking by, practically vibrating from the severe energy, in a trench coat. Listening to loud music. I stopped talking to myself when I saw them, though, so hopefully they didn't hear any of that.

But yeah. So I bought seven of those Five Hour Energy things (that's thirty-five hours, thirty if you take away the one I gave to Dave), and after I took home six of them, I drank two that night, two the next night, and one tonight. But then a Hansen's Energy and a Red Bull.

That new convenience store with its later-than-usual-for-Rockwood hours (open from five am to midnight, apparently) will be the death of me.

I need to stop buying energy drinks.

Oh, it's late. I should sleep. Got distracted from this post with YouTube. Search up Oxhorn on there, and watch his stuff. Hilarious.

Until next time,
The L stands for Leroy. WHO KNEW?!
~Kataron

Sneak Pants

Hey guys. Nate here. Haven't posted in the last couple days 'cause my life has been SO BORING. SO VERY VERY BORING. I MEAN DEAR GOD, THE ONLY WAY IT COULD BE MORE BORING IS IF IT WERE IN BLACK AND WHITE AND THERE WERE SUBTITLES, AND THERE WAS A CAT THAT WAS SLEEPING ALL THE TIME.

Err...yeah. I just drank two bottles of that Five Hour Energy stuff, so I'm a bit fucked. And UNLIKE what Eric thinks, it is not a placebo. Just ask Dave. He's consumed it.

It contains about as much caffeine as a cup of coffee. And I must say, coffee fucks me up pretty bad as well. I think I might actually have a low caffeine threshold, which allows smaller amounts to affect me more, which is strange. You'd think I'd be immune to it at this point, but...nope. Still fucks me up good and...I felt that something needed to come after that, but I can't for the life of me figure out what.

Yeah. So...I don't know what else to talk about now.

Youth group was good? I don't really remember it. I think Tony pissed me off and I did my best to bother him for the rest of the evening.

Then Chinese food. I loves it. Then I went to stop by the bar to celebrate Jenny's birthday, but since I had no ID or desire to consume alcohol, I didn't stay for long. Then I went to Eric's and hung with him for a while.

Then I came home and now I'm doing this.

I'm getting a kitten tomorrow. When I told Jared that I'd be getting the kitten, he made an obscene girly noise that somewhat resembled the word "kitty!". I expected that reaction from LADIES, Jared. Not from my soon-to-be roommate. Get straighter or I'll have to subject you to some straightening videos like the one I saw on a claymation cartoon once.

*RE-ENACTMENT*

Two soldiers in a trench, talking about stuff. I forget what. Is unimportant. One soldier places his hand on the other soldier's leg, and rubs it a bit. BOOM. Bomb kills them both.

That's what television has taught me will happen to homosexuals.

I love pants.

BUT HATE WEARING THEM.

Velvet is fuzzy!

Mookie (the guy that draws Dominic Deegan) totally emailed me back tonight, and though I think it was just another mass email that he just copied and sent to people that emailed him (could be wrong, but...meh), and he sent me a sneak peek into what's going to happen in the web comic. AND IT BLEW MY MIND. WHOA, MAN. WHOA.

Until next time,
I'm your host, Kataron. This has been...Me....talking? Why are you reading this, anyway? Are your lives that boring that you have to come HERE and see what pointless crap I'm rambling about? Go ride a bike. RIDE A FUCKING BIKE. What? You don't have a bike? Who the fuck doesn't have a bike? I mean, I don't have a bike, but I'm abnormal. I'm the exception to the rule. Okay, I think we need to move on from this. Just...Go grow a beard. Beards kick ass.
~Kataron

Arbitrary Decisions

Oh man...I am not a healthy person.

Physically or mentally.

Physically, because of what I subject my body to on a regular basis. Minimum of two litres of Coke per day, plus whatever other energy drinks I feel I need. Today it was the Coke, plus a can of Hansen's Energy, and then a little bottle of five hour energy. That stuff kicks in almost immediately. I got quite...shaky. The chest pains probably aren't a good sign. But then again, maybe they are. I'm not a doctor, so what the fuck do I know?

Mentally, I'm not well because I allow myself to be subjected to this horrible treatment by myself. I am clearly not a smart person.

The five hour energy bottle claims that there is no crash when you consume it. Now, it may just be that I'm crashing from all the other stuff, but I sincerely doubt that the little bastard-bottle isn't contributing at all.

My ankle is quite sore. I guess my legs aren't yet accustomed to the hours of walking around Rockwood listening to my music. They'll get used to it. I'd be out there still right now if my ankle wasn't hurting so damn much. There's not much to do around here anyway.

I'm going to go do other things with the internet now. I haven't figured out what yet, but I'm sure it won't be very entertaining.

Until next time,
Surprise, surprise.
~Kataron

Red

Hey bitches.

So, I need a pair of velvet boxers. It's very important. I need them very muchly. But I don't know how the hell to get velvet boxers. I mean, do they sell them in stores? I've never seen any. So I need to find somebody capable and willing to make the boxers. So if you are a person that knows of the making of clothing, or know somebody that knows about the making of clothing, I NEED BOXERS MADE OF VELVET. And then many more pieces of velvety clothing.

Yeah. It's so important.

Yesterday was boring. Got up, did stuff, came home, had dinner, went over to Eric's, watched Popular, and wandered around Rockwood for two hours. Yep. My entire day described in one run-on sentence. Well, then I got home and was on MSN for a while. I coulda fit that in there, but...I dunno.

I got my discman back from Jared. But El Dumbass forgot to give me the charger for it, so I couldn't power it up at all. So I bought some batteries and discovered an old power dealy that allows me to power it with those. Woo for...stuff.

You know what I find funny, and nobody seems to agree with me on?

Spousal abuse. I mean, not always. But what if two mimes were married? Or two midgets? Or some mimes that were also midgets? How hilarious would it be if they had physical arguments? As mimes? And midgets? HILARIOUS!

I wanna watch Independence Day.

I had a great idea for a story last night. From a dream.

*wanders off*

Until next time,
If I had a suit made of velvet, I would never take it off.
~Kataron

Pants? More like...gants. Ghants. Yeah. Ghants.

Howdy all.

Yeah, my weekend was pretty good. Friday night was fun. Youth group was....well, I don't actually remember. But I don't remember being attacked by squirrels, so I'm gonna say it was probably good.

After youth group, most of the guys n00bed out on Chinese food, so it was just myself, Dave, and Josh down there. We had some lightsaber duels, and Dave won them all again. Bastard. But I did beat Josh. I was happy. Of course, I only did so after he performed the risky maneuver of a lightsaber throw. If he'd gotten both legs, I'd have been pretty dang screwed. But as luck would have it, he only took out one leg. I'd already taken out one of his, so as he hopped towards his weapon, I beheaded him.

I also fell down. He was backing up between some cars, and failed to notice the presence of a sign...Down I went.

Then we went to 7/11. I bought Dave a Double Gulp, I got myself a bottle of Bawls, and we got a few little bottles of something called Five Hour Energy. Dave wanted one, so we each grabbed one. Then I realized that I should have more than Dave, so I grabbed another one. Then we went back to my house and sat around giggling due to caffeine, and then watched some Red vs. Blue. It was pretty entertaining.

By the time I woke up, he'd already left for Rebecca's. I like to sleep on the weekend. Well, when I don't have anything else to do, anyway. I coulda been up hours earlier if I'd cared. But instead I just kept going back to sleep. It was glorious.

I decided early on that I should go down to Eric's. Chris and Andrew had just spent the night, playing World of Warcraft. All night long. Literally from the point that they left youth group until I arrived. I mean, part of me is impressed by that. But another part of me is thinking...fuckin' idiots. So yeah. I watched them play a bit. They'd made new characters to play as together. Tauren. If you're unfamiliar with the world of Azeroth, picture big old cow men. Not awesome like Minotaurs. 'cause Minotaurs are more human. They're just...cows walking on their hind legs. Laaaaaame.

I got there, watched 'em a bit, and then made plans with Rick. Chris drove Eric and I to the mall. We met Rick, an encountered Eric's ex-girlfriend. Twice. Awkward! She never saw us, but we noticed her. First in EB, then in Chapters, where we'd fled to to get away from her in EB. Yeah. I made Rick buy me a copy of Odin Sphere. WOO FOR ODIN SPHERE! I don't know why I'm not playing it right now. *shrug*

Then we got some food and went to the Dragon. Once there, we bought a bunch of WoW cards. Well, Rick bought a bunch of WoW cards. For me. I owe him eighty-five dollars, which I shall pay him after I get the compy. And in those eleven packs of WoW cards, not a single epic. Sigh. I got some bitchin' allies and rogue shit, though. And a healing card for a priest that heals 14 health. That's like...Half of a priest's max health! MADNESS!

Then we went to Zellers and hung out for half an hour until Justin got off work, then we drove to his place, and then my place. Once at my place, we rented a bunch of movies, bought some junk food, and got some Coke.

Then Eric fagged off and played WoW at his house for a long time, while Justin and Rick Puzzle-battled each other with their DS's. And when I say "THEIR DS's", I of course mean Justin's DS and MY DS that I lent Rick. Mine. Yes.

I went through all ma cards. Got some kick-ass ones. Like an ally that heals all my other allies at the end of each turn to full health. And a belt that works whenever I do damage to another hero. If my hero does that, they have to discard a card, and I get to draw a card. Happiness!

Then we got around to watching the movies. We started with John Tucker Must Die, which was disturbingly watchable, despite lack of topless women. Then we we watched Anchorman, 'cause Eric hadn't seen it. Jackass was asleep within the first ten minutes. It was the night of WoW the night before.

Partway through that movie, Simone showed up. The jokes got louder, and more obscene. I had to remind Rick that my brother was sleeping upstairs. A lot.

After that movie, we put on the sequel to National Lampoon's Van Wilder. The Rise of Taj one. It was decentish, but it's the same old story. We only got so far into the movie, though. I watched it again the next day.

When Justin left, the rest of us went on a walk. Well, the rest of us that weren't sleeping. *glares at Eric*

So Simone, Rick and I wandered around Rockwood from about three to four in the morning. It was fun. I hadn't talked much with Simone in a long while, and it was enjoyable. Then Rick and I walked her home, and he crashed on some piece of furniture on my living room. When I got up, Eric was still sleeping, and Rick had faded into the mist.

So I cleaned loudly until Eric woke up. Then he went home. Then I finished cleaning up, played some Odin Sphere until I died repeatedly. Then I watched Rise of Taj. Then I was bored for many, many, many hours. Then I went and watched Eric play World of Warcraft, as seems to be my main social activity in Rockwood.

Then we went for a walk. Then I got home and went on MSN for some hours. Talked with Justin, and Ryan, and Simone. Mostly Simone. Lot of catching up to do. We used to be friends forever ago, back when Dragonball Z was playing (for the first time around...) on YTV. Back when Digimon was popular. Yeah, that long ago. It was fun though.

I ended up being on MSN for about an hour more than I'd intended, so I got less sleep than I should have. Today was boring.

Haven't done anything since I got home. Hoping something'll come up. But I know I'll end up watching Eric play World of Warcraft tonight.

I believe that sums up my weekend. Yes.

So the D&D never happened. Not everybody could crash on Saturday night, Father's day and such. But I think it turned out pretty awesome anyway.

Apparently a Diablo movie might be in production. Wacky. I saw a lot about it on news sites, but they said that it was listed in Legendary Picture's In Development section, but at present I see no sign of it. It must have been there, though. Nerds don't geek out on nothingness.

But anyways, I'm done for now.

Until next time,
Even Death will not save you from me.
~Kataron

And He Spelled It With A V

Biiiiiiiiiitches.

Today was quite normal. Boringly so. Got up, did stuff, came home. Then I went over to Eric's place, where I watched him play World of Warcraft for a couple of hours. Oh, the exciting life I lead. It was fun, though. I watched Eric complete most of his Paladin epic mount quest. He's basically just gotta get a bit more cash, then he'll have everything he needs to get the mount. Woo for stuff!

Then we walked around Rockwood for a while, just like old times. The new gas station's just about open. We're hoping that it'll be open later than other Rockwood stores. Everything in Rockwood is pretty much closed by eleven at the latest. I think that a convenience store that stays open later could do very well for itself. I mean, this is Rockwood. You've essentially got nerds and stoners. The nerds need the caffeine and sugar to get through their gaming sessions. The stoners get the munchies. The store gets our money. Everybody wins! Except the communists. They never win.

I think we should change Canada's political system. I don't really think our form of democracy works. Let's go back to original form of democracy, as it was intended to be. Forced democracy. Well, forced democracy for those that matter. White male land-owners over the age of twenty-one. They should be the only ones out there voting, just like it was in Ancient Greece. That's what we should be doing.

Clearly.

So, I'm trying to arrange a D&D game for this weekend. Unfortunately, people work/don't live in Rockwood, so it's a bit difficult. I've got Chris and Dave living in Guelph. Dave works, Chris...Well, I don't know what the fuck Chris does. He mentioned having a job at some point weeks ago, but he never seems to be busy, so I dunno. Andrew lives all the way in Burlington, without a doubt the hardest to reach of the group, but also one of the most integral. He's the Bard, for God's sake! Comic relief and his bardic buffs keep us in fighting condition. Eric's basically free whenever he doesn't have some big plan where he's gone for the weekend or whathaveyou. And then there's Rick. Working, and now living in Guelph, but he doesn't work weekends, which is generally when our games are held.

I have no idea how things are going to come together this weekend. If Rebecca's free, we might expand the group even further, and add the Druid. Then I'll start ramping up the difficulty, so people will die more. With Chris acting as healer, two tanks, a blaster, a buffer, whatever it is that a Druid does (I think they're crossed between healers and blasters maybe...I don't remember). And then there's me. Sneakin' around, stabbin' stuff. Doing hella-damage. I think I now do +2 d6 whenever I hit with a sneak attack. Woo me!

So yeah. The group's already too large, and if Rebecca joins in, we'll essentially be two groups, so we should be able to handle A LOT more enemies at the same time. Yeah.

It'll be crazy when they hit some of the higher levels...I mean, with that many high-level characters, they'd be capable of basically anything. So I'll have to have insane enemies to fight them. Gods and junk. Should be fun.

In the mean-time, I'll continue writing my stories. I'd type some up, but I'm not on-line long enough to devote that much time to typing. I'll post some when I get the new compy, which should be soon. Soon. Then WoW! WOO! WOO FOR WOW!

I can't wait to chill out with everybody on-line. Eric, Rick, Ryan, Andrew. The dudes.

Oh dear God. I just hit ctrl + a and deleted this whole post for a second there. I was horrified until I remembered that I could undo it...PHEW.

But I should sleep now. Shit to do tomorrow. I've got SO many Goblins to roll up for the D&D. It's insane.

Oh, and I've been watching a lot of Scrubs lately. I love the whole JD/Turk relationship. One's so white, the other's so black. So I decided that I need a black friend. Rather than go out and find one, which would require effort on my part, I just called Jared and left a message on his phone that told him that he is now officially black. So keep that in mind. Jared's black now. He's my black friend. Woo!

Until next time,
HOLY CRAP. I just realized that the iguana's got a red bulb again. No wonder it's nice and dark down here! Woo for not bright light all the time!
~Kataron

Creative Mastery (Epic)

Hey folks. I'm not gonna be on to long again, since I've only gotten around to blogging at the very end of my internetting. And by that, I mean I've mostly been hopping around various gaming sites and thinking about how awesome Nippon Ichi is. It's come to my attention that I don't own all of their PS2 games. So I want to remedy that. To do so, I'll need Makai Kingdom, which came out two years ago, as well as Atelier Iris 1-3. The third one apparently came out last month, the others released one and two years ago. Then a copy of Ar Tonelico, to finish things off. Until June, that is, when Grim Grimoire is to be released. WHY do I want these games, you ask? 'cause Nippon Ichi rocks!

I've got four of their titles now. La Pucelle Tactics, Disgaea, and Disgaea 2, and Phantom Brave. And all three games have rocked my proverbial socks off. So I want the other ones. I can pick them up relatively cheap on Ebay, but what the hell do I know about Ebay?! I don't even have an account. Well, I started one, then got bored when it wanted me to confirm it via a phone call or...something that I forget.

So...If any of you hooligans actually POSSESS Ebay accounts and the ability to order things off of this wacky new "internet", feel free to buy me some games. I'd pay you back, plus some muns for your troubles...Heh. It didn't say that muns was a spelling mistake. Anyways, buy me shit, people. Some of you have been reading my blog for three years, and that means you should buy me shit! FOR MY OPINIONS!

MY OPINIONS ARE GOLD!

Or I could get off my ass and get an Ebay account myself...But what's the fun in that, when I could just make Jared do it? He is my numbah one henchman, after all.

*stretches*

Yeah, I don't have much in the way of actual things to talk about tonight.

Today was supposed to be a day off, but after lunch I got a call from commissioner Gordon, hobo emergency. One apparently peed on his dog. He was pretty pissed. So I had to spend three and a half hours hunting the bastard down.

So yeah. Then when I was done, I unbuttoned my shirt, and it's been unbuttoned since. It's a glorious feeling to be wearing a dress shirt, but not to button it up. It's like...Freedom. But with more lasers. You know?

So, guess how many video games I played today!

Zero!

I considered playing some Dark Cloud 2, so I can hurry up and finish it and maybe move to another game in my large stack of games that I need to beat (not as motivated like I was with Disgaea and Disgaea 2), but then I was like...Nah.

So instead I wrote in my notebook. Yay notebook! I finished the Thorn story last night, and I wrote most of a Kataron story today. It's an Against All Odds Kataron. Not the Earth guy I was using at the beginning of the board, but the actual Kataron I was planning on implementing later on. Shadow magic dude. He's pretty bad-ass. He killed some guys. It was sweet.

Liz (apparently she and Andrew have broken up agaaaaaaaaaaain) invited me to a...writing group of some sort that some friends of hers are starting. Or something. I don't really pay attention to what happens. It sounded nifty. Of course, all of her friends are pretty Christian. Like, mega-Christian. So I dunno how into my stories they'd be. I can't recall a single story where something has not died. The Mr. Black stories, the fantasy one I wrote, my DEATH stories, my mech/dragon fight, Thorn, this new one, my zombie stuff...Yeah, something always dies. Huh. I'm a bit obsessed, aren't I?

Well, either way, I've written most of a story today. I've just got the last fight, and my heroic escape from the city to finish, then the story itself is done. Then I've got another one that I want to write where the character wakes up in a car and goes looking for his dad in the store they'd parked at, and finds everybody dead in really gruesome ways. I figure I'll sort out the rest of the story from there. You know, get it started, then spurt some creative juices down on the page and see....That went somewhere that was unintended. Yes, unintended even for Nate.

But anyways, I sleepy now, bitches.

Until next time,
Oh, and I watched Dawn of the Dead again tonight. My disc is scratched right at the part when they're pimping out the buses. It makes me sad. SAD AND ANGRY! I should buy another copy.
~Kataron

Sandy Tombs

Yep. I'm not on-line for long right now, I'm just updating the old blog, and checking emails and webcomics and the like.

Yeah.

So Sunday, I ended up going to church again with Eric and Chris. I was considering it, then Eric called and told me I was going. I deliberated my choices, then gave my assent, and half an hour later we were on our way, driving around and such. I bought some cheese. It was delicious.

And I remembered why I don't normally write when I'm in a car. Actually, I wrote a lot on Sunday. Car rides, when the band was playing at the church. I got a good five or six pages done on my cyberpunk story. In fact, it's almost done. Woo! Compare that to a single page that I got around writing today, and I had all day 'cause I wasn't feeling well enough to go anywhere.

So yeah. We got there, and stood around for a bit before Eric and I realized that they would want us to set up chairs. So we tried to convince people to take us to somewhere that sells food. We failed, so we took directions and decided to go on our own. Took us half an hour to get to the nearest Wendy's. We hung around there for about half a hour. Then half a hour back, with a pause for a break under a bridge. Very comfortable. When we got there, we saw Jer in his car heading off to Tim Horton's. He looked lonely, so we went with him. Half an hour there and back. When we got back in, they were wondering where we'd been for so long. But Eric and I had fun. Called a lot of people noobs. A LOT OF PEOPLE.

Then the church service. Then afterwards we went to...somewhere for a little while. I forget. I remember getting fed up waiting at a Tim Horton's, and Andrew directed me to a nearby convenience store. I got two bottles of Bawls for...three something. The guy wasn't paying attention. I was quite pleased, as they were supposed to be more.

Then we went somewhere else, to the house of somebody that I'd never met or heard of before that night. He had a cool beard and a nice house. We watched Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. I think there were about ten of us. A bunch of them hadn't even seen it before. I hope we didn't ruin it with our comments. I think the one I said most often was "Damn you, Elijah Wood!". Bastard.

I would have liked to be back at a decent hour and get some internetting done that night, but Chris was driving, and as usual, El Jackass made up his mind without even asking us, so we were pretty much stuck with it. And not stuck with it like stuck with it in Guelph, where we could easily catch a bus back or convince a man with a dog that he needed to drive us home, but stuck with it in Burlington. I detest that boy sometimes. Most of the time, to be exact. When he's unconscious, he's probably okay. But then, I wouldn't put it past him to be insulting me in his sleep. Sonofabitch. But that's okay. I sodomized his car.

Then I got home, went to sleep, and woke up feeling vomitty. So I stayed home today, and it was boring as hell. I slept through most of it. Which is why I'm awake now. I should be asleep, but I'm not tired enough for it. I'll try when I'm done this post though, 'cause...Well, 'cause I don't know what else to do.

So, I've been reading this one book in the washroom lately. Some sci-fi masterpiece thing that's got a crapload of short stories from various authors. I picked it up at the same Value Village I got my trench coat. It was a dollar. And I must say, it's pretty fucking awesome. Just today, I've read my two favourite stories yet, Inconstant Moon, and Sandkings. The second one was particularly awesome. I'd never even heard of George R. R. Martin before.

Yeah. I forget who wrote Inconstant Moon. Good, though. Quite enjoyed it.

My parents think I should go get a check-up or something. I don't like doctors. If I'm going to die, I think I'd prefer not to know about it. Or maybe if I did know, in a really exact way, I could be doing something hilarious when I died. Like riding a unicycle around a Walmart while dressed like a Viking. And all I'd have to do is avoid being taken down until I died. Or until right before I died, so that when they knocked me off of said unicycle, they'd have a corpse to deal with. Man would THEY feel awkward. The whole thing would have to be videotaped, of course.

But aside from that exact set of circumstances, I don't want to go to the doctor's. I'm not sick THAT often. I was sick a couple weeks ago, and before that I hadn't been sick since I worked in the factory, and that was a case of the flu. How am I supposed to not get the flu? Flu shots, you say? You foolish, foolish little insects.

Flu shots don't do a damn thing. Well, they do A damn thing, but it's not protect you from the flu. Well, they do protect you from A strain of the flu, but only one. Only one strain. You get the flu shot, and you might not get sick with THAT PARTICULAR strain of the flu. No thanks. I'll take my immune system the way it is. Jumped up on caffeine and ready to crumble at any minute. Better that than get brainwashed with all the shit they put in there. And dammit, they do brainwash people with flu shots. Flu shots and laxatives. SPREAD THE WORD!

I'm going to bed now.

Until next time,
I don't know if "Flu shots and laxatives" have ever been put together in a sentence like that before.
~Kataron

Bong Blues

Well, things didn't work out exactly as planned tonight. Aside from a whole crapload of planning issues (mostly due to the fact that none of us could get in touch with Eric or Chris for hours and hours), we ended up getting to where we wanted to be, and then found that Pirates was sold out, both showings. So we deliberated on where to go from there. There were a few possible ways to go from there.

We could:

A) Scrap the idea and go home.
B) Go do something else that wasn't a movie.
C) Watch Spiderman 3 again.
D) Watch Shrek 3.
E) Watch Knocked Up.

Chris and Eric elected option C, to go see Spiderman 3. Chris hadn't yet seen it yet, and Eric already knew he wasn't fond of it. Not sure why he went to see it, but whatever.

Dave and I, on the other hand, decided that we were going to choose option E, and watch Knocked Up. And let me tell you, it was insanely funny. Dave and I were both pleasantly surprised. We thought it'd be good, but not...you know, great, but we ended up both laughing most of our way through the movie. Very impressive.

The acting was great, and the script was funny. I liked the beard guy. He was my favourite character.

But I tired now. I must sleep.

Until next time,
Go see the movie.
~Kataron

Platform In Space

Hey bitches.

Nate here, on another average Saturday. Youth group was...good last night. We played Risk. Andrew and I destroyed everybody else, and I had the distinct pleasure of being the one to end Chris. I also had to kill Jake though, which was a much sadder occasion. Then Eric tried to kamikaze me, and pushed through my recently conquered Asiatic countries and into Alaska, which brought him into my North America, which I'd owned since the onset of the game. Fortunately, my forces took him down a fair amount as he purged Asia of my men, so he ended his turn with no more than one soldier per country, though his territory spread from Australia through Asia, and into North America. Then he surrendered the rest of his forces, which was the logical solution for him. Both Andrew and I possessed Risk sets, the value of which would have been twenty and twenty-five units, respectively. The Risk set was the only reason I took out Jake. If I hadn't slain him when I did, he would have been reinforced with his own Risk set, and could have done some serious damage to Andrew and I.

Then we went to Sun Sun's. When we got there, we were approached by two girls that needed to make out with somebody (at the same time) and take a picture for some kind of strange, strange scavenger hunt. They were mostly after Dave, as he was the...you know, attractive one of the party, but he shot them down HARD. It was...pitiable. He's got Rebecca, though, so he would have been have immediately slaughtered by her mental force if he'd so much as considered it for a moment. After that, the offer seemed to spread to the rest of the group, and we all turned them down. Looking back, I'm mad at myself for doing so. But when they first offered, Dave's voice rang out in my head. "Jail bait", it said. But I don't think they were, now that I put thought into it.

But it must be the first time in the history of man that two girls have approached a group of nerds playing with lightsabers in a parking lot, and been turned down. That must have been quite a hit to their self-esteem.

Then Dave and I fought with lightsabers. Four times. He won each and every time. And the last couple times, he decided to further humiliate me by corpse humping me.

For those of you that are n00bs, corpse humping (also called tea-bagging, which is a much more boring term for it), is when you're playing a video game, and you kill somebody. Then you stand over their corpse and repeatedly crouch and stand. In Halo, this is usually accompanied with the savage beating of the corpse with whatever weapon the player happens to have at the time.

An example of such (without the weapon hitting), would be this right here.

YTMND link!

My God, where would society be without the internet? I'll tell you where. NOT watching a corpse get humped by two guys with guns. And what the hell is the point if we don't even have THAT?!

You know what SEVERELY pisses me off?

This fucking laptop my mom got for work. For some reason, the English (Canada) setting has replaced all apostrophes with that fucking e thing with the...You know, èèè that one. What the fuck? And it replaces question marks with CAPITAL e's with that fucking dash. So what, because we've got Quebec we apparently don't use apostrophes or fucking question marks? Isn't the simple fact that we have Quebec BAD ENOUGH ON ITS OWN?! God dammit.

I kind of want to go by some more lightsabers. Some cheap ones, though. And then duel people. I think that Jared and I are randomly going to start fighting when we're living together. We'll just be walking down the street, then one of us will quote Star Wars, and we'll jump away from each other and pull out lightsabers, and fight.

You know, I came close to winning the last fight I had with Dave last night. I removed one of his legs first, then his notsword arm, and in my final attack, I got his other leg, and we went straight for my head. I collapsed on the ground, and he got it on with my corpse. Dammit all to hell.

So today, I'm going to go see Pirates 3 with some of the guys. It's gonna be awesome. I might bring my lightsaber, just because it entertains me to have it with me. I'd bring my real sword, but then I could get arrested or something. And we can't have that.

Because I have frequently made SOLEMN VOWS that nothing shall ever penetrate my ass, and dammit, I stand by that vow. No prison for me. I'll die before I get butt-raped by a large black man. Or get a physical involving a finger in the butt. Not gonna happen. Ever. MARK MY WORDS!

Not sure I've got much else to talk about right now. I kind of want to go watch the Buffy musical episode.

I know James was playing at the fair thingy in Rockwood today, but I have no idea when it happened/will happen. And I don't like being outside for long amounts of time.

So yeah.

Until next time,
One day, I shall defeat Dave! Then I'll accuse him of letting me win.
~Kataron

Grace Kelly

Yep.

Uhh...I'm not going to lie. I don't have all that much to talk about. But I'm going to talk anyway. 'cause dammit, that's what Nate does.

OH. GUESS WHAT I BOUGHT TODAY.

Some fuckin' glow sticks. Yeah! Glow sticks! You bend them, and THEY GLOW. I got two orange ones and a yellow one. I'd be running around like a giddy schoolgirl outside right now if I wouldn't get immediately bored.

Speaking of which, I want to get my discman back from Jared. I needs my tunes. Maybe I'll buy some new kickass headphones. Yeah. Sounds like something I'd do. JARED. GIMME.

But yeah. Glow sticks. I'll probably bring them to youth group, and see what happens there. Which means they'll probably accompany us downtown afterwards. With the lightsabers. My, won't we be a sight. So if you're looking for something entertaining on Friday night around...Sometime between ten and elevenish, try around the parking lot near Sun Sun's. We're there every week, listening to music, fighting each other, plotting the destruction of the human race. The usual. WITH GLOW STICKS!

Uhhh....Yeah.

Why the fuck do these blog posts have "labels" now? What the hell does that mean? It's been around for a while, but I've just never gotten around to bitching about it. But what the fuck is it? Organize my blog posts? Madness! I probably couldn't even come up with labels that make sense. But apparently neither could Blogger...One of the examples is "scooters". The hell? Why would I blog about SCOOTERS? And why would I BASE a post around scooters? Why would I want to go back and look at posts about SCOOTERS?! Madness, I say!

Speaking of madness, when is 300 gonna be out? I want to watch it again.

GHOST RIDER IS COMING OUT SOON. Freakin' sweet. I loved that movie. I'm probably gonna buy a copy, just because.

Oh, and I also watched Lucky Number Slevin tonight. It was really, really good. I was surprised at how good it was. My dad rented it the other night and neglected to return it, so it became mine for the evening. Good times were had by Nate.

Oh, Jared and I have settled on an apartment. Three bedrooms, but apparently if we HAD three bedrooms, we'd lack a living room completely. I've argued him into agreeing that the living room will be half living room, HALF WAR ROOM! I'm gonna print out maps, buy a thing of those...you know, pins that you stick on maps. And a table with a map, and some little figurines of planes and soldiers and tanks and junk, that I push around the map. Make it look like I'm up to something. Then I can get all offended when people touch the pieces on the map. Pop out of my room, stare them down, then throw a thermal detonator and hide behind my door. I assume that's how it would go down...

And you know what pisses me off? Ten digit phone numbers. What the hell was wrong with just seven? Why the fuck should I have to enter an area code when I want to call Eric?! He's just down the fucking street! We've had the ten digit calling for quite a while now, but still. It pisses me off. It would piss me off moreso if I really...USED the phone. But I don't.

So I suppose I'll be moving out in a few months. To live with the Jared. It should be interesting, if nothing else. He'll be...in college. I won't wear pants very often. I'll try to start a career as a professional assassin. Maybe start off with Jack Thompson. Pro bono, of course. I couldn't charge somebody for that.

Yep. Don't know what to talk about now. *stretches*

I fear nothing anymore. See you all in hell.

Uhh..Where did that come from? Oh yeah. JoCo.

Who wants to join my clan?

I got the sudden urge to revive the Vagrant Hearts, my old clan from...that...MUD...I played...The one that wasn't Mordor? Cleft of Dimensions. That's it.

So I decided to bring it back into existence, except not in any one specific game. Just...In general. So if you want to join the Vagrant Hearts, from now until I forget about it until I do this again later, leave a comment now!

I'm bored.

Until next time,
POWERTHIRST! YEAH!
~Kataron

See You All In Hell

I'm curious. What qualifies something as "Industrial Strength"?

I mean, what industry are we talking about exactly? When I think "industry", I think factories, as, I assume, would most people. Something factory tough would be fairly potent. But then I thought about it today, and realized that there are a lot more industries out there than just factory stuff. Like...The video game industry. Could something be video game industry strength?

And what kind of things can get the label "industrial strength", anyway? Is it done by some sort of organization? The label organization? Or is it just something that people can throw on their products to sound kickass? Is there industrial strength orange juice out there somewhere? If so, then god dammit, I want me some of that! Industrial strength beef? Sounds delicious! Industrial strength laxatives? I'll pass. Nah, might as well get some anyway. Be wary of beverages given to you by Nate!

Could I become industrial strength? How would I go about that?

Uhh...Yeah. Sorry, this is just something that I was thinking about in the bathroom at some point today. It seemed VERY important at the time.

Aside from that, my day was boring. Got up, did stuff. Was insanely tired for some reason. Probably still need to catch up on some sleep from the weekend. Nate requires a lot of sleep, you know. I can function with very little, but eventually my internal organs begin to explode at random. Might be something useless like...I dunno, my liver or something. What's THAT done for me lately? But it might be something insanely important, like my awesome gland. If that goes, then what's the point of living?

Played video games all night. Dark Cloud 2, to be precise. I'm on chapter three, out of...seven or eight chapters. So just about halfway through the game, and I'm on the last level of said chapter. In fact, I've even got the area built just the way I want it. I only need one more thing to complete it, and I get it by fighting the boss, whatever it happens to be.

So yeah. That was my evening. Oh, and I started a new story today. yay!

I'm going back to Scott's Under a Steel Sky cyberpunk world that he wanted to create for an RP board that died before it lived. I think he still wants to do something with the world though.

Mostly I just loved my character. He was a badass. Your basic mercenary/bounty-hunter/killer for hire type dude. Ocular implants to allow basic night vision, enhanced muscles, and a small crossbow-type device built into his right arm. It can be rigged to fire basically anything. Arrows (not so common in cyberpunk worlds), bullets, a random piece of trash picked up from the street, coins, anything. Scott suggested the use of coins as an ironic way to kill rich people. Pretty cool. I was gonna have the ocular implants installed at a prison, but that's too Riddick, so I'm gonna avoid that. My character's not going to be similar to him at all. Well, maybe a bit in terms of badassitude.

I call my guy Thorn. He's part of the Merc Guild, and will probably leave at some point in the near future so that he can get the guild pissed off at him, which will lead to a fun adventure wherein a bunch of assassins try to kill him. Right now though, he's trying to off an Elf.

Yeah, in this cyberpunk world, there's a couple of groups that were so obsessed with the ideas of the Elves that they genetically engineered themselves to resemble the fantasy race. The ears, the creepy beauty that made Legolas seem so very gay. The whole nine yards. They even use bows. In a world where even the youngest of street urchins are armed with guns, they have freakin' bows. Mind you, with their genetically engineered eyes, fingers, and brains, they're insanely good shots, but still.

So that's the basis of the story. It's only about a page in length thus far, but I've started it, and that's the first step to finishing it.

Oh, and FUCK YOU DAVE.

That son of a bitch called me from work just to tell me that I'd lost the game. Bastard! And now I've just lost the game again. FUCK.

Bah. I'm gonna wander off and see if I can get inspired enough to post on another of my blogs.

Until next time,
If life were in italics...Uhh..I dunno. I was trying to think of something deep. But really, everything would just be slightly to the side.
~Kataron

Don't Look Now

Howdy, folks.

If you read my last post, you know that Friday night was an incredibly late night. Six thirty in the morning late.

I went to bed, and slept until around one thirty in the afternoon. Then I got up, watched a movie while doing on-line stuff, and went out to get some more Coke/snackage. When I got back, it wasn't long before Dave came by. He'd been here playing War of the Ring the night before, but he decided to come back again. And he brought the Xbox 360.

So we played the Halo 3 Beta. For twelve hours. It was pretty epic. We started with a bunch of simple matchmaking games, then found some people that were using a glitch to start custom games. We hung around in the first custom game until most of the people left, then Dave convinced them to give him leadership, and he booted them. Then he accidentally left the room after changing all of the settings on the custom game. So we lost it. Then he went back to another custom game that one of the people he'd booted was in, and accidentally announced over mic his plan to get leader and steal their custom. They booted him. But they fell for the same damn thing when aaanimal (one of Dave's friends on Live) wanted leader to "show them something". He booted all of them, and soon the three of us had our own custom game.

I soon grew to hate aaanimal, spending the next six hours trying to make him dead. But he's a lot better than I am, and as I grew more tired, I grew less cautious and threw tactics out the window altogether. I grabbed the missile pods, and tried to blow them up. It worked well whenever they were in a vehicle. On foot, I was only able to him them a small percentage of the time. But it was still fun.

Yeah. By the end of the twelve hours, the match had degenerated into a race between Dave and his friend while I drove various vehicles into theirs, pushed things onto their "track" or just shot at them.

And I must say, Halo 3 looks AWESOME. I'll definately be buying an Xb0x 360 in the near future, when the compy's out of the way and I've got some muns set aside for rent.

So...Yeah.

Today as uneventful. I got out of bed around noon, then cleaned up downstairs before the parents got home. Then I watched some movies. The Fugitive was on, then The Sphere (Yeah, pretty much only watched it 'cause Samuel L. Jackson's in it), then I watched some DVD's I'd rented. Metropolis, then A Beautiful Mind, which I hadn't actually seen before. Quite enjoyed it.

Uh. Yeah. Afraid there's not much else to talk about. I'm too tired to go into much else.

So I'm gonna go sleep now.

Until next time,
He means NOTHING to me. (Said about me by another player in the Beta)
~Kataron

MK487

GREETINGS, BITCHES OF THE INTERNET.

I know I haven't posted all week, but...Shut up. I was sick from Wednesday to Friday. Flu or something, not sure. Stomach wasn't well at all, so I didn't go to work. The days were long and boring, and not worth blogging about. I watched a lot of movies, played some video games, and pondered about my next writing project. Still undecided.

But last night. Last night was AWESOME. I went to youth group, and we immediately wandered off to Guelph to get pizza thingies. Then I wanted to stop by Zellers to see if they had awesome board games. They didn't. But they did have lightsabers. So I spent the money my parents left me for food and stuff on a lightsaber. One of the ones that lights up and makes sound. I played with that for the rest of the night. One the way back to Guelph a bit later, Dave brought one as well, and we were waving them outside the windows of the car, listening to loud music. The times were good, and had by all.

Youth group in general was fun. Bobby was there! He wasn't allowed to come when we changed the age thing, but now he's old enough again! He was the only real loss we had with the age limits that we cared about. The rest were just little bastardlings that we didn't care for.

But yeah.

Then we went to Sun Sun's, and hung around for a while playing with the lightsabers. Jared, Ryan, and Wyatt showed up. It was hella-fun.

And when THAT was all said and done, I went back to my place with Chris, Eric, and Dave to play War of the Ring. It took until about one to set up, and then until six to finish.

Dave and I as the evil side, him playing Saruman and the Haradrim, with myself as Sauron.

Eric and Chris were the good guys. I didn't pay attention to which was which, I only paid attention to whoever was closest enough to Orc-Rape. Which was everybody!

This was my third game. Before tonight, I'd won one and lost one. So I decided to go with a different strategy. Normally, I muster mostly in my higher areas. Dol Guldur, Moria, sometimes even Angmar. But last night, I thought "Let's do this right". So I started summoning my guys in Minas Morgul, to conquer the hell out of Minas Tirith. And that's what we did. Dave brought his Haradrim in from the south, and we came in with one hell of a joint attack. That was AFTER he took Helm's Deep alone with his forces from Orthanc. Not that it was difficult. They weren't at war before that, so they couldn't muster their guys in there until we attacked them, but Dave didn't give them a chance. He summoned his men from Isengard with Saruman's special ability, then upgraded them to Elite units (also via Saruman's special ability), then BAM! They couldn't have attacked us yet at that point, but Dave decided to attack anyway and demolish them with his superior forces.

I was fine with that.

Then we combined our units and took Minas Tirith, and soon Dol Amroth and another place. Started with a p. But between those different conquerings, we also massed up at Dol Guldur, then BAM. Took some Elven place. Didn't care which.

Unfortunately, moving our MASSIVE HOST of deathbringing monsters out of Dol Guldur left it open for the taking, which is what they did. We didn't care, as our armies were three areas away, and we could have just sent them back and wiped them off the face of Middle Earth. But we didn't. Instead, we kept marching for Dol Amroth. We just needed that to cap off the ten victory points required to win. But while we did, they decided to march for a mountain stronghold I had near the top of the map. It was an irritating tactic that could have won them the game, as they only require four victory points. But Chris SUCKED at rolling the dice. All he needed was three six's out of ten rolls. But he got freakin' NONE. So while he struggled to attack our sieged mountain stronghold, we rofl-pwned Dol Amroth. Took about three turns of attacks, with Dave and I both doing so. Normally only one player can control an army, but it contained forces from all THREE of our collective forces (Sauron, Sarumon, and the Southrons/Easterlings [Haradrim]). And then we were like BAM! And we won.

And it was awesome.

I'm just glad they didn't bother with the fellowship much. It's less fun when we've got to worry about both tracking some hairy-footed midgets AND conquering the free peoples of Middle Earth.

They only moved the fellowship...Once, I think. So everybody just worried about their armies.

Of course, our armies were better. We had more guys, and they just kept coming. Whenever they died, they returned to our pool of summonable guys. When their armies died, they were dead forever. So really, we took out a LOT of their guys. In fact, we even took out a bunch of the fellowship. Aragorn, dead. Gandalf, dead. Boromir, dead.

It was a lot of fun.

But man, were we messed up on caffeine and tired..ness throughout the morning. We had some great laughs.

But now I'm off, 'cause I've gotta go get some Coke before the grocery store closes. Or I might wait 'til Dave comes over. I'm pretty sure he was coming down tonight to hang out. I'm gonna get some food, but I don't know what he and Eric are gonna want. Might just grab some random crap.

Anyways, gone.

Until next time,
Papa smurf, can I like your ass?
~Kataron