[Zymeth]

I'm leaving in the morning and won't be back till Thursday. So I won't join D's RP right away and I won't make a new post in Salem's RP since I still have the last post! (I don't want it to end like that. At least let it be killed by over-zombie-ing like GH did... I mean, SW)


I'll do one semi-serious thing before I go to bed though:

I've been hinting at this for almost a week. If you can guess what state I'm in before I get back, then I will give you... 1 Zymeth fun buck! (this is not legal tender. for use only at your local Zymeth ) And if you also guess the city then I will freak out and avoid the internet for a few weeks, lol.

fun buck is used for post requests in order to embarrass me or ask anything that doesn't relate to my identity. cost of some requests may vary.

((Edit: I don't see any rule against this, so what the heck, why not? You get 1 guess each))

[Dr. Salem]

It's not dead, it's just that no one is here to play it.

[Spirit Wolf]

Hey! What am I? Chopped liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti?

[Durandal]

Zymeth, you haven't told us anything about where you are except: You are plotting with the 'resistance,' it is hot, you're staying there for three weeks, and it isn't Indiana.

So, I'm going to answer your challenge with group math.

If A = Indiana and B = your location,

then B = A'

[Zymeth]

((I'm just giving you a hard time SW))


There was one other clue: the soil here is much less solid that IN's mostly loamy soil. (not that I'm bragging about it for patriotism or anything)

Take note of how I stressed the word "is" in,

[Spirit Wolf]

Mississippi.

[Spirit Wolf]

You know, I'm surprised no one commented on what I said earlier in this thread.

[Durandal]

[Spirit Wolf]

*WHAM, WHAM, WHAM!*


Liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti. A line from Silence of the lambs, I think. Not sure, but I am sure Hannibal said it. Ugh.

[Durandal]

It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.

[Spirit Wolf]

*Blasts durandal with a shotgun*

Hail to the king, baby. *Kisses hot chick next to him.*

[Durandal]

I think someone needs a lesson on holograms...

Anyway, my contacts are sticking to my eyelids, and I'm actually having an interesting conversation with myself... so I think it's time to quite working and start sleeping. I only have two hours left to finish my speech. Hopefully that's enough time. Good thing I got the handout and the visuals and the costume done today. Otherwise it'd be impossible.

[Spirit Wolf]

Don't make me go Pinhead on your ass...

Anyway, good luck with the speech. I hate talking, either with singular people or a crowd.

[Dr. Salem]

I wish I could make a famous evil guy or hero like Hannibal Lecter or Duke Nukem ('Cept Duke wasn't in the top heroes and villains, Lecter was though. #1 in fact. Atticus Finch was #1 hero. Finch vs. Nukem... Finch wins hands down with wise sayings!) Seriously, how cool would it be to create a badass hero/maniacal villain like that? I bet whoever created them must be proud.

[Zymeth]

Uh, not sure what all this talk is about... but anyway noone guessed correctly.

The soil was only held together by grass roots. And that's because there was sand everywhere. S-A-N-D!!! On vaccation in a place that's hot and sandy everywhere!

((Fun Buck is null as of now, you have to wait/look for other ones on the off chance that was the reason you posted here))

[ginpu]

Hrm... hot, sandy, grass holding the sand together, vacation...

Options...
California
Arizona
New Mexico
Nevada
Florida
Georgia
Texas
Alabama
Louisiana
Oklahoma
New Jersey
Delaware
Maryland
Virginia
North Carolina
South Carolina
Massachusetts
Connecticut
Rhode Island

Let's not fool ourselves, it's too freaking cold in Maine, and New York doesn't have shit for a beach, that's why they all go to New Jersey in the summer.

Did I miss any other Hot, Sandy, Grass holds the sand together places?

[Durandal]

Hawaii maybe?

[Zymeth]

Wow, I didn't realise how vague that was. (should have made it worth 2 Fun Bucks!)

I hate being straight-forward but... Florida was the answer. I was going off of Durandals past post where he said, "This weather is good for a vaccation, but too hot to live in" or something... and the fact that all the dirt is SANDY! How does anything grow there!? (I'm just kidding)

P.S. Now I actually am at my own computer.

[Durandal]

You came by Florida and didn't stop to say hello? I would have loved to meet someone as random as you.

And... the ground isn't sandy everywhere. In places, yeah, but you oughtn't judge the whole state just by the area you were in.

But welcome back! Now what excuse are you going to use for not posting often in the RPs?

[Zymeth]

Um.... I'm lazy?

((I'm going to bed now, traveling all day somehow makes me more tired even though I sleep on the way... goodnight))

[Durandal]

Hmm. It's just fiendish enough to work! (pronounced verk)

[Spirit Wolf]

Thats the best excuse I've heard in 2 months. (Really! I haven't been in school in 2 months, so I need no excuses, except for getting out of trash duty. ))

[Durandal]

Must focus on essay... failing miserably.

Sigh... times are tough.

[ginpu]

And I need to go to bed.

You little fugger. That's 2 people you coulda seen being in Florida. It's not sandy here, although the grass is entirely different down here than up north.

[Durandal]

Ugh, I fail.

It's 1 AM and I have an essay due at 9:30 AM. The only thing I have done is the thesis. And now my roommate has brought a drunk friend back to crash in his bed for the night. And he just left to continue clubbing. And he told me I have to take care of the drunk friend...

I fails at life...

[Spirit Wolf]

[Dr. Salem]

I feel as though I am responsible! Quickly Forumites! Rush to Durandal's dorm and aid! Slap him each time his head hits the keyboard before he falls into the swift darkness of sleep! Yell into his ear as his eyes sneak downward over his eyeball. Thrust the drunk fiend outside the window into the grass below and stomp on his lung!

Quickly, before the mighty people of mightyness strive to make Dur fail and do so! We shall eat their wool socks of sorrow and failure! Feast on their chicken drumsticks of doom that dwell in large buckets emblazoned with the letters of KFC!

[Durandal]

Hahaha!

Thanks Salem, I needed that. Don't worry about me though, for I sleep not. I'm quite wide awake, despite the late time. I'm wondering if I can go all night without sleep and not suffer too many side effects. It's rather likely I will try it, too. This essay is not working out.

[Dr. Salem]

I stayed awake once for 36 hours or around there. Maybe 32. Only if I game a lot. If I read, I get sleepy.

[Durandal]

Well, 2 o' clock and all's well.

I'm doing everything I can think of to not get sleepy. I've got the lights on, I've been exercising, I'm eating and drinking some instant green tea. I am ready to go all night, baby!

[Durandal]

Dear Journal,

It's 2:45 and I'm still holding up well. It's been rather quiet, both here and in my room. I thought I spotted Salem a while ago, but he left without saying a word. The drunk friend has been snoring loudly, perhaps in an attempt to sooth me into the unproductiveness of sleep. Unfortunately, I have yet to pass my mental block and am still staring at the frighteningly blank expanse of my essay. I suppose I should get at that since I now have less than seven hours to finish. Seven hours is a lot of time though, and I'm sure there are some webcomics I could re-read to pass the time. Maybe I should finish first and then waste time. Either way I feel that it is good to have a plan. Perhaps I could even continue working on the weapons for my RP. I find this both fun and relaxing; an excellent way to spend my time. There's also the television, but I don't want to wake the drunk friend. Do drunk people wake up? Do they go into drunk rages? I find myself lost for answers. It almost seems like some field research is in order. But then I stop and look at the big picture of: I don't care.
Erec and Enide are mocking me now, I know it. No one else could hear the subtle rhyme schemes of insults, but it flows to me in carefully chosen words that must have been difficult on the translator. Is there meaning here? I believe so. My thesis is simple and defendable. I should be able to protect it from the siege engines of Skepticism. I need to draw up layers of defense. One, two, three, perhaps even four. The more the layers, the more defense. I just have to find those defenses. A moat? Watch towers? An inner wall? The materials lay before me, waiting to be discovered. Once I find them I need to have my workers process them into usable bits. Then they can be assembled into a structure worthy of a king.

With this in mind I set off once again on my journey. My mind is focused like a blade, a blade used to slice away the mysteries of this ancient text. And so, I shall tarry no more, but bid you a fond adieu. Farewell journal, and may you stay warm here while I toil.

Rampantly yours,
Jon

[Dr. Salem]

I don't know what to do, the very thing he had warned me of, procrastination, has overtaken Durandal. I myself am procrastinating with helping him. I believe we have lost. I can only hope for his sake that he is lying.

Why am I even typing this? He could get angry and yell at me over the internet if I keep typing. Slowly distracting him I am. Blame me for everything. I am afraid I must take my leave of this place for the next morning. Or else, Durandal will fall into a pit of procrastination though the likes he has never seen... possibly. I really have nothing to do with this.

[Durandal]

Noooope, not lying. And why would I get mad at you? YOU'RE DISTRACTING ME!!! (as Mason would say) (that was a happy shout)

I still haven't started writing. But I'm going to. Shortly...

Trust me, I was speaking from experience when I warned you about procrastination. It sucks. Don't do it like I am...

[Durandal]

Almost four o' clock, and I'm almost ready to begin. My fingers hover, poised to strike the fateful key strokes that will give me the winning combination.

I'm out of carrots now, and this disturbs me. There's still a slice of cold pepperoni pizza in the fridge, but I'm saving that for an emergency.

The advertisement on my last post said "Looking for love?" when I checked it last. This is frightening, because those google ads are keyed to specific things that the user they are posted under has written about. Am I that readable? Is my inherent loneliness so obvious? Should I too join my roommate and go get "shit-faced" as he so eloquently put it? Is this futile attempt to make anything worthwhile out of my life yet another worthless path that I find myself wandering down, only to find that the road has become a circle putting me further behind than I could have ever imagined?

Perhaps I shouldn't have consumed so much instant green tea. The sugar and caffiene probably were not good in such large quantities. Why is it so much easier to write this than my essay? I should just let the intelligence flow on to my paper. Should that have been 'onto' instead of 'on to?' I'm not even using spellcheck anymore!!!!

[Durandal]

Captain's star log:

It's 5:37. I've wasted so much time now, it is no longer humorous. My first paragraph is done, and it's excellent. I've read and re-read multiple webcomics that I really didn't need to. My stomach is hurting, but I'm not sure why. Could be the diseased water I drank out of the faucet. Or maybe all the situps I've been doing to stay awake. Perhaps it's just the huge amounts of cheesy pizza I've been downing for the past four weeks...

Either way, I really need to get to that essay, and hopefully before my mental faculties begin to degrade to too low a level to competently create a literary masterpiece!

This is Captain Durandal, signing off.

[Durandal]

6 o' clock and all is well.

The stomach ache has been going slowly away, but every once in a while it will flare up again. I think it might have been some bad carrots I ate...
The essay is finally going. I have the intro paragraph finished as well as the first body paragraph. I'm really happy with the intro. It was fairly nice the way I had originally written it, but there was just something off. All I had to do was switch out two words for three other ones, and the problem was solved. Now my estate has been moved to a much more strategic location from which I can build my defenses. And the first ring of defenses has been completed! Only three hours to go, though, so I'd better keep working.

And you guys are sleeping.
I wonder if I can do this more than one day in a row? I wonder if this will affect my driving abilities as I head home later today. Five hours from now, in fact.

[Durandal]

6:13 has come and gone. I'm hoping that anyone reading this will learn from my mistakes and not screw up like I have. As the last of the oxygen burns from my lungs, remember: it was the red pill, dammit.

Naw, I'm fine actually. I thought it would be worse than this. On a scale of 1 to 10 of how insane I've been this only rates a 3. The most insane time was during my first Calculus Internal Assessment (IA). It was about series and finding patterns in the development of equations to determine the sum of an infinite series. Yes... there is a way to do that. There was also ways to figure out the sum of the series to the nth number. Gotta love good ol' 'nth.'

Anyway, these patterns got inside my head in a way that couldn't have been healthy. I got it all done and actually got an 18 out of 20 points; highest score in the class. Next highest was a 14 and he was brilliant at math.

Most of the actual computations I don't remember though. My family told me later that I was having conversations with myself where I would actually argue out loud and try to prove my theories either right or wrong, at the same time. Whatever I did though, it worked famously.


Besides that pointless story, I'm sorry if these ramblings annoy you guys. It's empty in here, and no one but me. Every once in a while it will say there's 1 guest at the bottom of the screen, but it always goes away. Oh well.

I've finished three paragraphs now. This writing thing isn't so bad once you get into the groove of it. I should be finished somewhat soon. Too bad I just broke my groove...

I'm really happy with how this essay is shaping up though. I have a killer thesis that is easy to support. Here, I'll post it here so you guys can marvel at it: "Through his description of the combat between Erec and Guivret, Chretien clearly indicates that the measure of a knight’s competence is literally and symbolically linked to the quality of his equipment."

I know you don't really care about my school stuff (especially you, Ginpu) but I just have to marvel at that thesis. At least, I think it's a good one. I might just be too tired to tell. Is loss of judgement a symptom of sleep deprivation?

[Durandal]

Hey, Daniel! (you can't hide... I saw your name down at the bottom of the screen...)

I'm finished! I'm all done. Four pages of well-thought out work from a sleepless mind. They ought to make a movie about me.


Uhhh... I need coffee. I'm out of water, so I'm considering just licking the powdery insta-green tea. It's sugary too.

And sorry I jacked this thread. I hope you were done with it, Zymeth. Now that I think about it, Zymeth seems like a funny name. Shouldn't it be Ziemouth? That just seems like the way it should be spelled to me. I actually typed that in the first time before I changed it.

[Spirit Wolf]

I dunno, probably. Then you start to see funky things, then go insane and eventually die. But that's long term, like 2 months long. You'll probably go suicidal before then and kill yourself though. I don't really know. Anyway, the longest I've ever been awake is a week I believe. And coincidentally, right after that is the longest I've ever been asleep, 2 days. I need to avoid doing that

AUGH! I was posting!

[Durandal]

sounds funnnnnn

Like drugs, only free and notso illegal

It feels like you guys haven't talked to me in a whole day. What's up with that. Hmm, I have almost two hours to kill before class. Guess I'll try and catch up on my reading.

[Spirit Wolf]

Time to kill? Where!? *Blows a random clock away with shotgun*

[Durandal]

Alright guys, bye.

I'm leaving for class and I won't be able to get back on until about 2:00 ish.

[ginpu]

Christ dude. Talk about procrastination.

Actually I find the school thing interesting. I did not attend it, my boyfriend tells me about the fun he has and how in the Sims2 I have to send a character through college it's a blast or some crap. For some careers college is great. Maybe even mine. But unlike you, Durandal, and probably everyone else, there was so much shit going on in my life when I should have been deciding on a career that I didn't have any idea when I graduated from high school what I was going to do.

My father suggested the Graphic Arts and Printing at a vocational school his friend worked at. So I went, uh... ok. And that's how I decided what to do with the remainder of my life.

Do I regret not being prepared? Maybe just a little. But I can't change that. Oh? What kind of shit? Well... my dad came out of the closet and told us when I was 15 he was gay. This doesn't include the 2 years of previous turmoil before that when my parents were getting divorced and the blame was laid on my mother. She took the blame so that my father wouldn't lose his daughters. Course during those 2 previous years, and nearly 10 more to follow my mother attempted suicide many many times. I watched both my sisters have break downs. They crumbled before my eyes. I kept my strength through turning myself cold hearted and hiding behind liquor when I could and smoking nicotine any chance I got. Never got into drugs though. If it weren't for a few good friends and my little sister, I probably would have crumbled sooner than last year.

I held the facade for 15 years before I decided it was my turn to be weak. My mother was better, my sisters happy. I didn't have to be strong anymore for them. I crumbled quite gracefully. Crying only once or twice. Then rebuilt myself stronger than before. Course couldn't have done it without the love and support of my mother and sisters, my half brother, my step father, my boyfriend, and my therapist. My dad? I told him off in an e-mail. I couldn't say it to his face. But I know he read it. He forwarded it to my mother, whom I had already Blind Carbon Copied. He's never spoken to me about it, but my older sister tells me that my dad's Bob (both parents are with a guy named Bob) said my dad was upset that I blamed so much stuff on my dad. Um...hello? I'm sorry, who just came out of a closet ruining a family that appeared so damn perfect??!?! Anyways, dad's on antidepressants now as well. Not sure what ones, but I'm not supposed to know.

What's weird? It kinda feels good, like vindication. I do know that it's ok to have ambiguous feelings though. I didn't even know the word before the therapist told me it. I can love my dad, and hate him at the same time. And it's true. I love him because he's my dad, because I do have some fond memories. But I also hate him for what he put my mother, sisters and myself through.

Some people think I over react and that their lives are worse off. They think they could easily accept their parent for doing something like this. Until it happens to you, don't tell me you'd accept it. Are there people who've had it worse? Yes. However, I am still entitled to feel how I feel about my father.

[Spirit Wolf]

Wow, went from college to family problems in 1 paragraph.

Good luck with that. All I have is a dad who pisses me off on a daily basis and a mom who lives in Charlett, North Carolina. That, and I'm broke as hell.

[Zymeth]

((Wow, that was alot of typing...))

[ginpu]

I ran Zymeth through Google and got some game with him being from the Lotus Clan of some sort. I read the name as <Zie-Meth>. *shrug*

Oh trust me, there is so much more, I was just trying to keep it as concise as possible, even then I think I could have made it shorter. *shrug*

[Zymeth]

I still feel kinda guilty about that.

But I follow the Italian Racing motto: "What's behind you..." *breaks a car mirror off* "is not important."

[Durandal]

Well, that's why they have 'Exploratory' as a major, Ginpu. You don't need to even have a hint of a clue of what you want to be. You just take a little of everything and see what you like. That's what my roommate is doing. That and Mary-J.

I'm not going to have internet as often now since I'm at home. I'll try and get on to respond if anyone posts in my RP. I'm going to have Abel, Al, and Alaric (AAA) get to the arena after the royal siblings have come to whatever decision is made.

Ginpu, you can have the princess decide either way, as the plot isn't hinged on her joining the tournament. I'd like her to get in so you can level up before we head out, but it's completely up to you and how well you think I did having Randall try to convince her. Just wanted to let you know that my RP doesn't have a "wrong choice, you lose" option.

[Dr. Salem]

I may have screwed up your plans. Al just got lost.

[Durandal]

Nah, doesn't ruin anything. He'll find his way before the next day in the RP, because there will be organizers to help contestants out. Today he can get lost or do whatever.

[Dr. Salem]

Sometimes I wish we could actually see these worlds through our monitors. Then again, RP's would take a lot longer to make with all the meshing and building the environments.

[ginpu]

forgiven.

Do you always go home on the weekends? Personally I would stay at school if home meant no internet. LOL

[Durandal]

I go home every other weekend, and as for why... I shudder to say it, but the reason I go back home is so my mom can do my laundry.

I still have internet here, it's just that there's only the one computer between my brother and I, and since it's officially 'his' computer, he gets to use it when he wants. If only there was a way that I could clean my clothes without needing to pay the laundry machine or even know how to operate one...

[Dr. Salem]

I'd probably forget about my laundry like so many collage students out there. TOGA! TOGA! TOGA! PIZZA!

[Durandal]

Ugh! No more pizza. I've had pizza everyday for the last four weeks except for when I went home two weekends ago.

So... much... pizza...

I recall thinking when I was a kid that I would never tire of eating the same, awesome food every day forever. I was so ignorant. Too much pizza is a very bad thing.

[Dr. Salem]

Shun the non-believer! Shun! Shuuuuuuuuuun!

[Spirit Wolf]

*Blasts a big hole through DS's chest with a combat shotgun* Down, boy.

[ginpu]

*Whacks SW with huge oak mallet*
*picks DS back up*
Shun the non-believer!

[Spirit Wolf]

*Gets up and backstabs Ginpu* Yes, too much pizza ruins it. But you can never have too many cheeseburgers. *Hotwires nearest car and drives to McDonalds.*

[Dr. Salem]

Pizza is also made of cheese. Just put it on the burger.

[Spirit Wolf]

*Hits the E brake and does a 180, then proceeds to run Salem over* Heretic!

[ginpu]

Cheeseburgers? *barf*

[Dr. Salem]

I like normal burgers better too. Why do people like cheese on meat? I was joking earlier about the pizza with the burger. The sauce wouldn't do to well with the meat. I don't even allow those little chunks of meat on my pizza!

[ginpu]

I'm just not big on meat anymore. Bothers my intestinal tract.

[Spirit Wolf]

*Hit's the break and slams gear into reverse, running over both Ginpu and Salem.* Dun insult teh burgers!

[ginpu]

*melts into the pavement like acid creating a sinkhole sucking in SW's car and SW*

*rises up from the pavement like liquid, brushing off her hands*
Bison burgers are better.

[Spirit Wolf]

*Cuts through roof with Fenris.* Damn it! I had 3 more payments. *Rises out of the wreckage. He's now wearing armor used by samurai warriors. His blade fenris is in the shape of a long Katana.*

[Dr. Salem]

I don't like the non-RP battling. Not very creative or entertaining. Whats the story behind your act GH?

[Spirit Wolf]

*Sheaths sword and takes out shotgun* I'm Spirit Wolf damn it! *Blasts another hole in Salem*

[Durandal]

Yeah, I'm with Salem here on this one. It just makes you look like you are incapable of forming and supporting cohesive points in a conversation that might allow you to properly function in an intellectual exchange of ideas.

"Oh- oh yeah?!? I shooootz you da holez!!!1! You stomach is rounded and empti!!!

Your response?"

[Spirit Wolf]

My point? My point is that I love cheeseburgers, and I like to mess around when bored out of my freaken skull. Is that a sin? If it is, then I'm definitely going to hell. There, a coherent and very freaken boring statement, happy? I need some SSBM...

[Dr. Salem]

It's not a sin, just uncreative. Can't you like mess around with us in another way? You know, like straight insults or indignifying us?

Like this: "DUMBASS!" That's my catchphrase.

[Spirit Wolf]

Ok, you dumbass, motherfucking, shit eating, bitch. Hows that?

[Dr. Salem]

aDumbass is mine! Also, MF is a bit too mean. Try Chicken Fucker. Works quite nicely.

[ginpu]

butt muncher

keke

[Spirit Wolf]

pissant asshole.

[ginpu]

pft

[Dr. Salem]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR...wWzU&mode=related&search=

All the best insults are said in this video.

[Zymeth]

Does anyone have a suggestion of what to change this thread's name to?...

Edit: I couldn't have thought of a better one myself... no really, I sux at naming things.