• What are you thinking? V. I Drive A Chevrolet Movie-Theater
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Well, i've been working on the latest installment of my saga all day, and i'm almost finished with this bit.
I am at my grandparents house aleast they have high seed internet
PS3 post
[QUOTE=dcalde78;18731641]PS3 post[/QUOTE] DSi post
computer psot :colbert:
Once Christmas and my birthday are over, I'll have enough for... * An iPod touch (preferably 2ndgen, gonna use blackra1n to jailbreak it and use a VoIP app for making phone calls) * External DVD writer since my laptops disc drive doesn't support writing of CD or DVD. also Linux post :colbert:
Mac post :colbert:
We're you aware that cosh(x) = sqrt(1 + sinh(x)^2)? I suspect you were not.
yes i was
Downloading a Juiced 2 demo off the PSN.
Money don't grow on treessssssssssssss...
I've finished the latest installment, and i'm ready to post it. A bit more action in this one than normal, with a slice of revelation present as well.
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Time to enter the adventure that is the Hublanders saga, once again. The Age of Flatgrass. A vast expanse of green grass without end or beginning, with the only natural landmark being a single patio of grey stone at the centre of the grasslands. The rains would come and go as regularly as the day and night, choreographed in perfect synchronicity with each other. A simple realm, yet oh so peaceful... A technicolour cloud started to spark and fizzle just above the ground. It started to blossom into this world, like a flower emerging from the soil. Sliding through the gap, the hovercar entered into the Age of Flatgrass. Landing on the central patio, Damien looked out across the grassy plane he was now in. "Bloody 'ell...", he murmured with awe. "It really IS that big..." The grass seemed to go on for an eternity, as far as the human eye could see. "...huh, you say it's ALL grass, eh Damien?", Adam remarked as his Felan eyes scanned the horizon with their high-par visual capability. "Well, I think I can see a coupla TREES over in that direction..." "Y'wha? You and your eyes...", Damien replied, envious of Adam's superior eyesight. "Well, then maybe that's as good as any a place to start looking?" "Whatever, let's go..." Despite the many miles between them and the trees, the hovercar easily closed the distance in a mere couple of minutes. Upon arrival, they discovered that some of the trees had been torn down by some seemingly unnatural force, as if plucked out of the ground like flowers, leaving only treestumps and broken roots to commemorate their presence. Broken-off branches and strips of bark littered the grass near these holes, seeming to note the stripping of bark and branches to leave only pristine trunks, carried off for some unknown purpose. Suddenly, a large crashing sound occured within the large forest that laid before the three heroes. "WHAT THE DICKINS?!", Damien yelped, looking around rapidly to find the source of the cacophony. As he dashed into the dark forest, he wondered whether what he was doing was sane at all. "Dude, wait up!", he heard Adam yell after him. Eventually, he found himself in a large clearing, which was where he finally beheld the inhabitants of this age. They looked exactly like humans, most of them with the likeness of one Dr Issac Kleiner, except their limbs were frozen in a perplexing T-pose, and seemed to slide frictionlessly over the flat terrain of the world. Though their lips never moved, Damien could hear their illegible mumbling and giggling as they worked with the trees. But most disconcerting of all was the way they picked things up. What appeared to be a Dark Energy Gravity Gun seemed to protrude from their abdomen, from which a beam of energy would emit, locking on to an object, which would then levitate with the beam as it moved. Damien remembered such a device from a third-party modification of one of the video games he used to play back in his original universe. He also remembered the notority of certain griefers in this mod. These griefers, affectionately nicknamed "Mingebags", would hamper the playing experience of other players by destroying the other players' contraptions, spawning masses of items, and other such unsporting activities. Damien wondered whether these creatures were similar in nature to the griefers... "Gwoah!" He suddenly found himself flat on his face, as Adam and Erika crashed into him after pursuing him through the forest. This was enough to attract the attention of the creatures, who ceased their current activities and looked in the direction of the interlopers. Though their faces were frozen in a blank neutral expression, Damien could sense their perplexion, their wonderment. Some of them slid closer to investigate, looking at the three intruders at many different angles. Finally, Adam heard a voice, not in his feline ears, but within his very mind. "Lawaflmao?", one of the creatures queried. It's face suddenly contorted into the creepiest smile that any mortal would ever see, much to the combined fear and amusement of Erika. Just then, the creature used it's beam to grab Adam's leg, lifting him up into the air, and jiggling him about as if he were a ragdoll. "AAAA REGFSJAL MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP!", he yelled in terror, flailing his arms like a flag. Erika took drastic action, and unleashed a power given to her long ago by a legendary vigilante. Teal lightning danced around her hands, and quickly wrapped around Adam and the creature. With a flick of her right hand, the creature went flying through the air, laffoling in surprise and fear as it crashed into the ground. As Adam was gently telekinetically lifted down by Erika, Damien's blood froze from fear. He saw that all the Mingebags watching them now bore contemptful frowns on their faces. "I... I think we should go...", he murmured with urgent anxiety, slowly stepping backwards into the forest. "...like, right now..." A chorus of voices rose up from the Mingebags, prompting Damien to dash back through the dense undergrowth of the forest. "HAAAAAAX!" A giant log was tossed at the remaining two heroes, seemingly bound to crush them. However, Erika once again used her telekinesis to stop the log in mid-air, just inches away from Adam's face. "Yeah, I think now IS the best time to go...", she repeated. And with that, she tossed the log right back at the Mingebags, and scarpered with Adam back through the forest. Upon exiting the forest, they found themselves quite a distance away from the car, and the whooping war cries of the Mingebags were getting closer with every passing second. It was then that Damien made a decision that he already regretted. Using one of his Spellcores, he cast an Ulyaothic 9-point Summoning spell, summoning a Black Guardian of Ulyaoth, one of the most terrifying machinations of the late Master of the Planes. As space twisted and frayed from the sheer mass of the summoning, the Black Guardian's form was laid bare for all to see. A central cephalopoid body, tentacles encircling it's underlying mouth, jumped out of the portal, accompanied by three large pillaresque legs. Energetic resonations of eldritch barking eminated from it's mouth, still in shock after it's rude awakening into this world. Damien knew he had to quickly gain control of the beast, and give it a purpose, lest it do anything stupid. "I am not your food today!", he barked with authority in this voice. "I am your master! Your task is to protect us and our vehicle until we leave this dimension! Do this one thing, and you will be free to leave this plane, else fear the wrath of Ulyaoth!" The Guardian looked down upon the Mingebags flitting out of the forest, and started attacking them, summoning it's orbs of magickal death, and stomping on those that escaped the blast radius. "If I am to protect you and your bretheren...", it echoed with arrogant confidence as it carried out it's task. "...then I will do it as I see fit. Begone! Leave me, and I will protect your escape, as you have instructed..." Still regretting his decision to summon such a monster, Damien ran towards the car. "I only hope it vanishes when we leave...", he pondered anxiously under his breath. With the others finally in, the craft quickly lifted up into the skies above. In his frantic attempts to get back to the Age of Myst, he failed to truly look at the dimensional travel chart on-screen. However, Adam did, and he realised that the targeted dimension wasn't the Age of Myst at all, but instead somewhere completely different. "...uh, dude?", he began. "I don't think you've targeted the ri-" His words were cut-off mid-sentence as the craft jumped into interdimensional space. "Yeah, you targeted the wrong destination...", he added. "I wha?", Damien replied. "Oh BUGGER... Well, we might as well explore it, since there's always the chance..." But upon arrival in the new dimension, he saw that which he did not expect in the least. A massive stone temple situated on a single island, surrounded by an endless sea. Parking outside, he walked up the obsidian steps, and amongst the alabaster pillars that held the roof aloft. At last, he reached the other end of the temple, and beheld something that filled his heart with boundless awe. Laid out on a stone casket, with all it's might and splendour, was the Soul Reaver, the all-powerful magickal sword wielded by Kain, and later by his former servant Raziel. But how was it possible that the blade was here, outside of it's native realm of Nosgoth? As Damien and his compatriots approached the casket, a holographic projector flickered into life. They realised the visage of the projected image instantly. The bat-like wings on his back, the stylish black hair, the cloven hands, all those features synonymous with their team's Spy. This was indeed a holographic representation of Raziel, the Redeemer and Destroyer, Pawn and Messiah. But it appeared that the projection was taken before Raziel came to Hub, since he was wearing his old Nosgothic apparel, not the standard black-and-red tuxedo that was the formal apparel of most Vampires in Hub. "Only the Angel may pass...", the projection declared defensively. "The angel...?", Damien pondered silently. "I think he's referring to me..." As Damien approached, a forcefield surrounded him and the casket. "So, the Angel has arrived at last...", the projection continued. "The blade you see before is not the Soul Reaver of fabled legend, as you so think. No, this blade is a different Reaver, forged for the Angel alone. But... it is not to be wielded by you. Not in this form". "Are you implying that my soul's gonna be trapped inside this in the future?", Damien queried, remembering the chain of events that led Raziel to such a fate, prior to his apparent later release into this world. "Fear not, Angel", it replied. "This blade already contains the wraith soul of another vampire, there is no need for such a sacrifice on your part. No, what I mean is that the blade is merely a vessel of attunement, a chrysalis in which the imprisoned spirit is becoming something more. Before you can claim the blade, you must place it within the casket, along with your current weapon..." "...my scythe?", Damien asked anxiously. His scythe was his signature weapon, and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to give it up, even if it were for his very own Soul Reaver. After much insecure weighing up of advantages and disadvantages, he decided to sacrifice his scythe for his new weapon. Taking up the blade, he placed it within the casket along with his precious scythe. As he closed the lid, a glow and buzz eminated from within, as the two weapons melded into each other, becoming something much, much more. When the process ended, Damien removed the lid of the casket, and his eyes widened with awe. Lying there in the casket, was not the Reaver, nor was it his old scythe, but instead there was a weapon of far greater power than either. A short shaft of metal and wood, akin to that of a human spine, formed the base of the weapon, topped by a metallic humanoid skull, eyes burning with the pale fires of the Spectral Plane, with a flame-shaped blade protruding from the fanged mouth, akin to the flame-bladed appearance of the original Reaver, as well as a similar blade at the bottom of the shaft. With wonderment of the power of the new weapon, Damien withdrew the new scythe from the casket, and further examined it. Suddenly, the glowing in it's eyesockets started to fade, and the blade parts started to resonate violently. A new sensation started to come over Damien, as if something were burrowing into his soul. The blade parts suddenly shattered of their own accord, and his arm suddenly felt as if it were burning with white-hot fire, as it glowed with spectral energies. "AAAAAAGGGRRH!" The pain continued even after dropping the scythe, as if the spirit within was securing a place within Damien. Eventually, the pain subsided, and Damien fell to the floor, exhausted from the agony he had experienced. "What... the hell... was that?", he wheezed between fatigued breaths. The hologram of Raziel spoke once again, as if expecting this to happen. "From this moment, and ever-afterward, you and this scythe are inextricably bound. Reaver Scythe, and Angel of Death, your destinies are intertwined. By combining the vampiric sword with your own divine scythe, the spirit has become far stronger than the prison that contained it, and thus shattered it's weak-points, the bladed parts, and bound itself to you, as it was attuned to do so". "A wraithblade...", Damien muttered. "Just as the original Reaver was..." "However", the projection continued. "Despite it's power, it cannot manifest in the Material Realm, unless united with it's physical remains, which serve as a conduit for harnessing it's true power, which was designed to be akin to your nature, just as the original Reaver was attuned to mine. Just as you absorb the energies of your enemies' minds and souls, so too does the Reaver Scythe. However, it also absorbs the spectral energies that surround it in the Spectral Realm, thus sustaining it's own existence just as you do". "As it consumes the energy it harvests, it continually absorbs more energy to replenish it's reserves at an equal rate. If you feed on it, it will absorb energy faster than normal, in an effort to further sustain itself, in effect serving as a more direct and substantial form of feeding than your usual habits". Damien rose up from the cold stone floor, and picked up his Reaver Scythe. "So...", he said. "This is both a weapon, and a solution to my spiritual hunger... Well, that's perfect". "Go now, Angel", the projection concluded. "Seek out your destiny, as well as your destined..." "*sigh* Destiny indeed...", he replied. "...wait, my destined? What does that mean?" But his question remained unanswered, as the projection flickered away as the recording ended. Damien was still shaken by those last words; to find his destiny and his destined. His destined? What did Raziel mean by that? Did his past self already know about Damien's destiny somehow? Was Damien's destiny somehow entwined with the history of Nosgoth? And what of his being referred to as the Angel of Death? What manner of events did that title imply? So many questions, yet to be answered... To be continued...
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[QUOTE=DuncanFrost;18732057][img]http://fi.somethingawful.com/customtitles/title-male_man.png[/img][/QUOTE] I love Something Awful.
[QUOTE=JohnnyMo1;18731765]We're you aware that cosh(x) = sqrt(1 + sinh(x)^2)? I suspect you were not.[/QUOTE] Wow I now have a completely new perspective on life. Especially in regards to circles and triangles.
Goin to see Pendulum next May :dance:
Good morrow gentlemen! :dance: What I miss?
Not much: I made another installment to my epic story saga. (the big wall of text present on this page) Shame Jox ain't online to see it, but he'll probably be online later...
[img]http://www.cubed3.com/media/2009/October/jesusraz/dementium2/DII_Boss_The_Gnaw.jpg[/img] That's got to be one of the best first bosses I've ever seen
Any 17 year old drivers in the UK here?
[QUOTE=Dronaroid;18732686][img]http://www.cubed3.com/media/2009/October/jesusraz/dementium2/DII_Boss_The_Gnaw.jpg[/img] That's got to be one of the best first bosses I've ever seen[/QUOTE] Holy shit, that's one EEEVUL motherfucker. Also, you read mah latest installment yet?
rawr :B
[QUOTE=Smirnoff Joe;18732878]Holy shit, that's one EEEVUL motherfucker. Also, you read mah latest installment yet?[/QUOTE] Going to read it soon. And here's an in-game screenshot from him: [img]http://www.wii-brasil.com/jogo/0419824001248061491.jpg[/img] Yeah, he's twice as big as the protagonist.
[QUOTE=Smirnoff Joe;18732421]Not much: I made another installment to my epic story saga. (the big wall of text present on this page) Shame Jox ain't online to see it, but he'll probably be online later...[/QUOTE] Oh OH, can I join you in story making? I'm really good at this kind of stuff. If there is any main plot can you pm me the details? I would love to join you in this :dance:
Holy shit Joe. The scythe look sweet (at least, in my mind). All these age traveling is pretty confuse, but I think there is no question to be made so keep up
[QUOTE=HookerVomit;18732981]rawr :B[/QUOTE] ohai I have a cold fff And I have my induction at Tesco on Monday, I don't wanna be ill for that.
Just did my first WH40k battle Damn this game is full of rules and shit but it's damn awesome!
[QUOTE=Joxalot;18733030]Just did my first WH40k battle Damn this game is full of rules and shit but it's damn awesome![/QUOTE] It is the enemy who will die
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