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Cursing God, all that is, was and will be I forced open the door, with all grace and finesse of a pugilist. My legs gave off the vibes of locomotor ataxia with movements so rigid and unplanned anyone else but me would assume an external force present and asserting its power over me. The same ungraceful gait hustled me into a cramped bathroom, one so indicative of these South Wedge houses. Shuffling past a cracked mirror, past the yellow stained walls of what was once white paint, I flopped into a rusted mildew excuse for a bathtub barely keeping my liquid escape from spilling out of the long neck of a Jack Daniel‘s bottle. Pulling the dangling butt away from my lips, I resigned to hopelessness. With deep anguish an earsplitting whisper for help issued forth, “God, why can’t I be pure?” Only two hours ago merriment was had including drinking cheap liquor, eating expensive pizza and arguing the all important question of the greatest album ever. So how did I end up in a tub with all the strength and confidence of a meek, helpless child? Things started down hill when they left for the club, it must have; everything was tasty until then. My age being nine-teen and the age requirements for entering the club being twenty-one meant I had to stay behind, by myself. Bollocks. No big deal. I am a bit pissed but Ben’s brother was meeting him at Lux before he left for Japan. Who am I to demand he stay behind? I don’t need a babysitter. I have a half eaten pizza, a couple bottles of whiskey, half a pack of Marlboro Reds and assurances from my friends they would be back in an hour or so. What could go wrong? The door shut. Surveying Ben’s place for diversion until they returned things looked grim. Wanting to eat jam out of the jar, I shambled towards the kitchen. The sheer amount of empties lying around sidetracked me for a moment. They were everywhere and I do mean everywhere; on the counter, in the cupboards, on the dish rack, in the sink, they were even in the cat’s water bowl. “What the fuck Ben? Did you host the Irish drinking team or some shit?” Inspecting the fridge yielded similar results. A case of beer and the smell of either spoiled milk or really classy cheese greeted me upon foolishly opening the door. Frustrated at the state of Ben’s dietary affairs, I shuffled my paleness into the living space, plopping down on the cheap, miserable excuse Ben used as a couch. Slapping my feet down on the coffee table, digging the heels of my Chucks into it with no regard for the scuff marks made. After all they left me behind so I have every right to be pissy. “How about me and you have a bit of fun eh Link? Flicking on the Nintendo ushered forth the memories of forgotten youth; the electric hum of the cartridge technology beckoned me to save the Princess Zelda from the Prince of Darkness Ganon. Being drunk and trying to play The Legend of Zelda is a Herculean task. My eye sight was totally shot, like someone had rubbed Vaseline all over a camera’s lens, so accurately determining what each sprite represented flew completely out the window. I couldn’t remember a thing about the actual game either. I had no recollection of where the flute was, and for those who don’t know you need that annoying piece of wood to advance in the game. Naturally, with no knowledge of how to progress, I got no where fast. Each time the game over screen appeared my blood pressure went spiking, slowly raising higher and higher in the face of a seemingly insurmountable eight bit pixels. “I will say one thing about you Link, it’s you have persistence. This Zelda bitch is always getting kidnapped, but you always rescue her, even if it means you have to go on ass backwards scavenger hunt to find stupid shit like a flute. I hope you get laid after this, it’s the least she could do, otherwise she is a bitch.” Dying, flying into a fit of swearing, taking a shot of whiskey and picking up the controller again became a fluidic cycle. Lather, rise, repeat. After seven reps of this cycle, my brain contained more booze then blood and recalled the little factoids about the game. They gingerly tickled my fingertips, including the location of the snarky piece of musical wood. Even with understanding of what to do next the game suddenly felt harder, like someone put lead in my Chucks and told me to walk through a river of molasses, against the current. I could find no explanation other then a BAC of .21. Each attempt ended in failure, tantalizingly close to my prize yet always failing. Going through the same events over and over again, trying my best and failing miserably boiled my blood. It became nothing like a game, only a source of pain. This terror, this infernal device was biting at me piece by piece, taunting me, teasing me and then ripping away my well earned prize at the very end. More emasculating then castration this was. My irises were slowly turning into sulfur, a demonic yellow tint only a hell spawn would have. 2:34 am: an hour had passed and still no flute, no friends, only an angry American teen and the game that scorned him. Picking up my phone, I reasoned that they were running late or the time had slipped by them, either way though they were going to get yelled at. Whiskey made my tongue sharp and preparations were underway to unleash a vicious lashing upon Ben. No answer. No bloody answer. They know I am here; they couldn’t have forgotten. This night was supposed to be me blowing off some steam after a tough week of psychiatrist appointments, disappointments and inactivity. This early morning pursuit was like reading an L Ron Hubbard novel; teeth pulling boredom that ultimately gives you nothing in return. On the flickering screen, an Octorok shot a rock at me, killing me yet again. “God fucking damn it, screw this game!” Filled with naked rage, aggression poured from me as I smashed that controller against the hardwood floor. Consuming a deep drag off a cigarette my lungs filled with fire, powerful furious burning. Fury and heat so hot it could ravage the Sun itself. They left me here. It is their fault I got so angry and so destructive. In my black and white definition of the world, I stood in the right and they existed in the wrong. Slovenly jerking myself into a standing position from the couch the crunch and crackle of broken plastic echoed from under my Chucks. Opening my fat trap to bark a monologue into the abyss, I discovered my head lost in a turbulent squall of disorienting hateful miasma. “Fuck those assholes. Those wannabes. Those twenty-something college drops-outs with their pot and their cars and their little lives of little importance. Fuck Ben. Fuck Toni. Fuck Dan. Fuck them all. Fuck The White Album because those bastards think it’s so fucking great. For that matter fuck my parents. Fuck my Dad with his intolerance with the words “Fag” and “Towelhead”, as if he is so fucking superior. Fuck my over protective Mother, speaking words of caution as she leads the same life she warns me of. Fuck the South Wedge, full of fucktarded people pissing their lives away because pissing is all they got. Worst neighborhood ever. Fuck the city of Rochester. It’s a cluster fuck, with ghetto streets run by black and Puerto Rican gangs and government run by whites who are just as corrupt, they just use longer words and hide behind a suit. Fuck the fucking world, its just one big city of Rochester; same story everywhere, just different fucking words for it.” Then quietly with little fuss or warning, my hate turned inwards, towards the fat trap that had barked it forth. So selfish, such a bad friend and I knew it. Brought into a friend’s house, given booze, food and friendship and I behave worse then a petulant child, cursing him in his absence and breaking his property just because he stepped out for an hour to see his brother. There is nothing worse then an asshole on a high horse and I found the tallest horse in all of the kingdom, handing out judgment on everyone and everything when the worst person I have ever met in my entire life is myself. The dawning of my stupidity crowned over the horizon; a shining light skull fucking my fragile mind crushing, grinding my self righteous piousness with its just weight. Compelling sorrow coerced a flood of self loathing into my heart, traveling along every artery it could find to spread the lonely Siberia feeling to the most remote parts of me. My life, a testament to actions and ideals so conflicting I put an agnostic priest to shame. With quaking shame, that same fat trap opened with much more humility and fear for what was to be pronounced. “Fuck me, Rob Wray, the so called Papa Rob. Fucking Phony Rob is more like it. Fuck my ego, fuck my hypocrisy, fuck my “genius” and fuck my saying one thing and doing another. Fuck me for coveting my best friend’s girlfriend in high school. Fuck me for touting civil rights in one minute and telling a black joke in the next. Fuck me for lying to the panhandlers on the street, passing them by declaring I don’t have a cent when my wallet is lined with twenties. Fuck me for preaching the sanctity and purity of marriage, fucking any chick that would have a shit like me and jacking off to gay porn the whole fucking time. Fuck me for being an empty Catholic my whole life, half hearting The Our Father, and trash talking the Deacon with his moronic smug smile. Fuck me for sleeping so soundly at night as my festering sins accelerated the decay of the world. Fuck me for being a bad friend, a horrible son, a sick deviant, waste of carbon and a soul. Fuck every single thing about me and all created by me. Fuck the excrement I push out in the can. Fuck my shit.” <FONT SIZE=2> </FONT>How much you don’t like yourself kicks you in the balls and the worst part of it is I represent what I think is so fundamentally wrong with us, with people. Hypocrisy. Having sex whenever there was the chance after promising myself to wait for marriage and my wife. Craving male flesh in the deepest ways while the pocket Bible I carry and put so much faith in condemns that. Partying without reservation or limit, when for Christ’s sake in high school volunteering my Friday nights at a church was a good time. I used to care, what happened to that? What have I become? Whatever happened to who I was? For that matter who am I now? No answer exists in myself, only the silence howls back. Deafening silence. A coward’s heart motivated me into the bathtub to hide from the revelation floating in the living room, that and a desire to pee but that took a back seat after noticing an inviting cast iron tub for me to louse in. The funny thing about hiding from yourself is it really doesn’t work at all. No matter where you go, who you are follows you. Not only does it follow you it lives inside, so all you are really doing is spreading the mess around. Drunkenly mourning my life, asking the eternal “Why me?” between shots of whiskey and bitter tears was the only response I could muster to the current situation. If I had seen someone else doing it I probably would have drop kicked the shit out of them. Hard. Numbing self loathing with whiskey was my concern but thoughts tend to wander to strange locations when drunk. An apple seed of a thought sprouted from my mind. “If I don’t like me then fuck it, fuck me. I have too much shit to do in this life to let an asshole like Robert Wray III get in the way of it all. So my self esteem is shit? Fuck my shit. If the only way I can get through the day is fucking my shit then so be it, its better then waiting around for me to like myself. God knows how long that will take.” Drawing a cigarette to my lips and lighting it, I decided to relax in the bathtub until Ben returned, drinking whiskey and fucking my shit. -------------------------------- sidd<a href="http://mailhide.recaptcha.net/d?k=01OFRNGuSU3nPlC5DQsvVFMw==&c=5b59vI79Qtx0-gTG-SS3mqlD3h9E1BoEkatoAB6KvoY=" onclick="window.open('http://mailhide.recaptcha.net/d?k=01OFRNGuSU3nPlC5DQsvVFMw==&c=5b59vI79Qtx0-gTG-SS3mqlD3h9E1BoEkatoAB6KvoY=', '', 'toolbar=0,scrollbars=0,location=0,statusbar=0,menubar=0,resizable=0,width=500,height=300'); return false;" title="Reveal this e-mail address">...</a>@student.fdu.edu Second Chance Have Diseased, Infested and Unclean Ones. Give the Diseased and Unclean the Rites of ascension. Give the Infested Rebirth from the Brothers. Viola, A Second Chance Army. Group the Diseased & Unclean in one group, Infested in another. Just watch the first group. i) Just look down at the health bars. ii) As soon as one hits red, activate his BG, and turn him into a warlock with 1/2 health. iii) Reform the group (Ie. control-1). Very important, otherwise when you next press 1 he won't be in it. Now you have a warlock instead of a dead unit. A Second Chance. This tactic works wonders for decimating almost any army. Also, when you use the rites, the units' Innate activates, blinding / poisoning / hurting them. Evolution, and Current Tactics Soon I added Channelers to this tactic. Don't add them to any group, They'll rush in and fight. We don't want that. Instead, have them Guard the Ones (The Shield Icon). They won't fight unless Melee attacked and keep healing those in their range. Cool. So my automatic rallies are: Hut --> Blade--> Forge Aviary <-- hut ^* * * | hut --> Yard <-- forge <-- hut (* - where the units end up) So, this gives us 25% Diseased (Rites), 25% Infested, 25% Unclean (Rites) & 25% Channelers. You have to bless the Infested yourself, and when the brothers run out of stamina, send the Infested into the Yard for their Rites, and add them to Group 1. Let the brothers accompany them into battle. This army stops plain Samurai / Ronin armies with ease (The Diseased slaughter 'em). Warlock armies last a bit, but die due to the Second Chance. The only serious threats are Second Chance Berserkers with Wolves. While they can get through the Berserkers easy, killing the Werewolves takes some time, Chances and deaths. This tactic kills the computer easily though. Just defend the first attack, turn defence into offence and keep getting re-enforcments from base. Now, on the LAN where I play, very few people deviate from a uniform Tier 3 army, so I've never faced a mixed force Wolf or Lotus (Pure Warlocks / Master Warlocks or Pure Second Chance Berserkers). I've now started seeing mixed force Serpent armies - Cannoneers & Blood Bonded Ronins (to Gieshas at home); and mixed force Dragon armies - Sumos & Dragon skinned Samurai, but even then, the Second Chance makes it through. 01. Steen Thottrup feat. Annette Bergs - Heading For The Sunrise 02. Yoshida Brothers - Fukaki Umi No Kanata 03. One Mind's Eye feat. Eslieanne - [Café del Mar - Volumen 13 #02] Shiva 04. Nitin Sawhney - Koyal 05. Future Loop Foundation - My Movie is Like Life (with Michael Conn) 06. Moby - Whispering Wind 07. Deepak Chopra - Oceans Of Ecstasy 08. Bush - Letting The Cables Sleep 09. Elenah - Cositas De La Vida 10. Beautiful - Mandalay / Beautiful (7" Canny Mix) 11. Rue du Soleil - In My Heart 12. Bali Lounge - Angels Of The Island 13. E-Love - Cause I Love You No More 14. Mahara MC KAY - One Life 15. Data - Global Information 16. Stephane Noir - Street Life (Chilled Flow) 17. 108-alejandro_de_pinedo_-_aquarius 18. Xcultures Feat. Marisha Kosugi - Dreams Of Happiness 19. Morning Light - Mr. Sweb G Feat. Inusa 20. 13 Sabres of Paradise - Haunted Dancehall 21. Scripture - Apache (original) 22. Alejandro de Pinedo - Capricorn 23. Viggo feat. Glow - Rivers Flow 24. Jose Garndez - The Garden (Sweet Zen) 25. Saloo - Visions Of Beauty (Beatz Dub) 26. Ravi Shaza - The Child 27. Prav Monks - Our Buddha 28. Nusarat - Orient Express (Faze Mix) 29. Mantra - Moonsoon (Sitra Mix) * You give Femur to Elliott. (Sun, 02 Sep 2007 23:49:25 +0000) * You give Skull to Elliott. (Sun, 02 Sep 2007 23:49:31 +0000) * You whisper to Elliott, saying, "Your pack feels heavier. You don't know what it is, so you put down your pack and peer into it." (Sun, 02 Sep 2007 23:50:35 +0000) * You whisper to Elliott, saying, "As your hand gropes into the cavernous backpack, you feel something -- solid, yet moist. You pull it out. You drop the item as soon as you see it with great shock. To your great horror, you find that you can almost recognise the decaying bones as that -- of your sister. You know it to be true." (Sun, 02 Sep 2007 23:52:38 +0000) * You whisper to Elliott, saying, "As you stand numb in horror, you hear a voice whisper in your ear." (Sun, 02 Sep 2007 23:52:55 +0000) * You whisper to Elliott, saying, ""She ... was ... delicious. Are you next? Mmmmmmm?"" (Sun, 02 Sep 2007 23:53:34 +0000) * You whisper to Elliott, saying, "You hear chilly laughter fade off into the distance. You look hither and tither, and find .... Nothing. You spend the rest of the night in the corner, huddled, shivering." (Sun, 02 Sep 2007 23:54:11 +0000) * You lose 1 Magic Points due to your Invisibility. (Mon, 03 Sep 2007 00:01:56 +0000) # You slide through the corners, entering Iron Garrison. (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:01:58 +0000) # You lose 1 Magic Points due to your Invisibility. (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:03:15 +0000) # You whisper to Mariah, saying, "There is no one in the room, yet you feel cold. You're shivering as you try to hide, your back to the wall." (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:03:45 +0000) # You whisper to Mariah, saying, "Then you hear a voice speak into your ear from the back. You tense and freeze. How?" (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:05:33 +0000) # You whisper to Mariah, saying, ""I met your brother, Elliott, a couple of days ago. You know, you two are quite similar. What with having Search. Sense Magic. You being level 10, and your younger brother, level 9."" (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:06:32 +0000) # You whisper to Mariah, saying, ""What? Why're you surprised? I'm a Ninja. I can read your body and know your training as well as my own."" (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:07:44 +0000) # You whisper to Mariah, saying, ""Enough about me. I sadly have to report that he died just two blocks from here, huddled in a corner - just like you."" (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:08:30 +0000) # You whisper to Mariah, saying, ""And guess what? You'll be joining him! Here, take these. Perhaps it'll give you a surviving chance."" (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:09:46 +0000) [7x] # You give Stygian Bone Leech to Mariah. (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:10:40 +0000) # You emote, " whispers into Mariah's ear, and the whispers get louder and louder; eventually cresendoing into an ear splitting scream." (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:11:29 +0000) # You are now visible again. (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:11:40 +0000) # Darkness swirls about your body and abruptly shoots towards Mariah. The howls of damned souls can be heard in the cloud of death. You land a hit. She takes 13 points of damage. You gain 6 Experience Points! (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:11:40 +0000) # You are now invisible. You may move about freely, but any combat actions (including spell casting) will revoke your invisible status. (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:11:52 +0000) # You whisper to Mariah, saying, "As the force of the attack jars you, you hear unearthly laughter disappear off into nothing. You wonder about your sanity." (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:13:02 +0000) # You whisper to Mariah, saying, "Hahahahahahah......." (Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:13:31 +0000) http://www.nexuswar.com/characters/view.do?characterID=87308 ------------ # Armina cast a spell that caused fragments of earth, dirt, and rock to fly through the air and crush you. You take 1 points of Bludgeon damage. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:25:38 +0000) # Armina fired a magical bolt of fire at you. You take 1 points of Fire damage. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:25:42 +0000) # You say, "Yawn." (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:25:56 +0000) # You lose 1 Magic Points due to your Flight. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:26:01 +0000) # (2 times) Armina attacked you with an Agony Curse attack. She did not score a hit. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:26:09 +0000) * Armina attacked you with an Agony Curse attack. She did not score a hit. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:26:11 +0000) # Your body has returned to the ground. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:26:14 +0000) # You feel the magic course through you. Bright lights dance around the edge of your vision. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:26:24 +0000) # Armina was flying, and has now landed. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:26:31 +0000) # (2 times) Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:26:36 +0000) * Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:26:38 +0000) # You whisper to Armina, saying, "I'm nigh invulnerable to you." (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:26:39 +0000) # Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:26:40 +0000) # You are now flying. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:26:41 +0000) # You lose 1 Magic Points due to your Flight. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:01 +0000) # You whisper to Armina, saying, "I don't even want to fight you ;) You're not worth my time..." (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:17 +0000) # Armina whispered to you, saying, "Like I care. I've been sitting around all day, and no one has killed me! Very disappointing. " (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:23 +0000) # (3 times) Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:42 +0000) * Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:43 +0000) * Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:45 +0000) # You summon dark forces in an attempt to to steal Magic Points from Armina. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:45 +0000) # (2 times) Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:46 +0000) * Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:49 +0000) # You feel more adept with your hand-to-hand attacks. You will gain a +20 to-hit bonus for hand-to-hand attacks. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:50 +0000) # You feel the magic course through you. Your fingertips grow warm with power. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:50 +0000) # Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:51 +0000) # Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:52 +0000) # You summon dark forces in an attempt to to steal Magic Points from Armina. You were successful! You have stolen 7 Magic Points from Armina. One of them was lost in tribute to the Dark Powers. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:53 +0000) # Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:54 +0000) # Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:56 +0000) # (2 times) Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:58 +0000) * Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:27:59 +0000) # Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:28:00 +0000) # You lose 1 Magic Points due to your Flight. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:28:01 +0000) # Armina attacked you with a Dark Heart ability, attempting to steal Magic Points from you. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:28:01 +0000) # Your body has returned to the ground. (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:28:02 +0000) # You whisper to Armina, saying, "And now, you fall down :)" (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:28:12 +0000) # You whisper to Armina, saying, "I have Stygian dodge, 10% dodge amulet, terrifying aura AND Visual Prestidigitation on. I seriously doubt you will be able to hit me." (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:29:03 +0000) # Armina whispered to you, saying, "Seems not. As, well. I needed to waste my AP on someone..." (Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:30:01 +0000) ------------- The other morning it occurred to me that I do seem to be actually living in Malton : You are smu and you are dead to the world. The alarm goes off. Brnrh? Actions : Stand up You Stand Up Time for work.... You hear a loud and familiar groaning 6 blocks to the south You get to work.... You are inside an office building. There is a group of 10 other zombies here. You recognise Prime8 among them You try to do some work... Since your last turn: an email arrived (11 hours ago). and again (10 hours and 59 minutes ago). and again (10 hours and 58 minutes ago). and again. and again. and again. and again. and again. and again. and again and again and again........ You deal with an e-mail. You deal with an e-mail. You deal with an e-mail. Since your last turn : the phone rang. An e-mail arrived. And again. You deal with the phone call. You deal with an e-mail. You deal with an e-mail. .... you deal with an e-mail. The last sections of your unread mail fall away. right! time to do some work... You begin your real work. The actions of the day have numbed your clouded brain. You stand where you were, swaying slightly. You have run out of action points. d'oh! The following morning ..... The alarm goes off. since your last turn: a beer attacked you for 8 damage...and again...and again...and again....and again...and again... you took a hangover from beer! You will need an extra 5 AP to stand up... brnrh?