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  2. Chapter 28 - The sacrifice of Hmm, short one. I'm running out of ideas, hence the long descriptions of nature.
  3. No feedback on my previous gag Love and fear Azull retreated to his quiet study, where at times he conversed with the ancients. Today he had an appointment with Machiavelli, whose thoughts materialized upon opening a Necrovion book. He was now a translucent ghost, flickering above the said book, grimacing as if tipsy. Ah, Niccolo! Good to see you again, said Azull. I hope you remember what we planned on discussing. Let's get to it - how else do you argument that it is better to be feared than loved? I say it is better to be loooved, said Machiavelli. Excuse me? Since when?! exclaimed Azull. Since yesterday. Went to Firenze...hic! and met a lovely young woman - Chiara. The things we did last night, hic! - I can't begin to tell you. That's...something else, said Azull. We were talking about principalities, about leaders. No, no, it is better to be loved, trust me, replied Machivelli. I swear to hic! God last night was the best night of my life. Again, we are not talking about last night. You were saying it is safer to be feared than loved, because men are ungrateful, fickle, false, cowardly, covetous, that love is preserved by the link of obligation which, owing to the baseness of men, is broken at every opportunity for their advantage; but fear preserves you by a dread of punishment which never fails. Me? I don't remember...hic! Yes, you! In the book you wrote for Lorenzo! Lorenzo? Which Lorenzo? Oh, that Lorenzo! I thought you meant the barber. Yeah, that was...that was...to think of all I did for the republic, and how they treated me...I had a dream, you know? Hic! A dream where Rome was back, back to its former glory, shining splendidly in the sunrise! A dream where just people live under the best kind of government - the Republic. And you know what they did to me? Hic! Do you know?! Machiavelli started sobbing, cursing at his enemies and the lack of vision of Florentine leaders. Azull listened to him for a few minutes, then closed the book. He took his pouch from a drawer and rolled a cigarette. Taking a puff, he slammed shut the drawer: F****** drunkard!
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  5. Warning! Some violence and what not. Chapter 27 - A sad farewell Gibberish Rant about Hollywood: I saw Joker on the theater yesterday. I can't recommend it enough. I was ready to get extremely dissapointed and curse Holywood's seven generation of family again or just plain out leave in the middle. Duh its River Phoenix from 'Her; and you know Holywood (soul mafia of +2000s). It left me hot and cold (that's a good thing in this case). It seems Holywood decided between what they were doing and survival, it was better to stop pandering to u-know-whos and trying to just roll over one group of folks instead of bringing people together. I can't wait to see more ambitious movies (i wanna see masterpieces (at least in ambition)) without politics and less and less exporting(i'm sad to say injecting) of trademark strongarming(strangleholding) and in European case pessimism. Now, i never believed people can change (nor they should) but maybe organizations can. When i pay for a movie i don't wanna add insult to injury,ie i'm being brainwashed by an extremely bitter person with a good solid education or what ever. I wanna enjoy the movie etcc... so does everyone else. Anyway movie was super and i'm darn inspired thus sparked another chapter. Here ye go.
  6. :Warning: Graphic Violence and rough language!! Chapter 26 - Triathlon Writer's note: Errrrrrrr..
  7. I'll take it as it is, then
  8. And that's the last post i'll make on this topic, i'm very sorry. You can tag along if you want, either way nothing would stop those 100 chapters from getting churned out. Even though MD helps a lot for me to be able to write and i had no plans for this project before whatsoever MD is in no terms requisite to follow up my story.
  9. Kinda my point don't cha know? Of course, what was i thinking :XDDD darn me and my needless irrational fears that makes me neurotic and my life hell, well, everyone is special in its own way.
  10. I think you are mistaken about something?? My topic is an reaction to yours, but not something 'against' it, but 'along' it. It occurred to me, when I started this, that a novel consisting of episodes, much like mangas, could actually work (and it was your post that made me think about it). Idk what you assumed, but it was a bad assumption About names: nasty bugger. I believe it's not ok to use people's names without permission, but my little stories are written such as to not be offensive or injurious to the main character. And some are not active anymore, I could very well send a PM that would never be read... Anyways, as I take care to not offend anyone, I will not ask for permission for names to appear in this thread, unless being asked explicitly, as you did, also because I can't edit posts later and change the name. Btw, your name was up there first because you inspired this thread, so... you seem to be upset for no reason. Do continue writing your novel, and compete with me Edit: forgot to mention that this isn't a serious attempt at literature, as I seem to have no definite style of my own and I often cringe when reading some stuff I wrote. It's me fooling around, although in a careful and 'vectorized' manner. It's experimenting, and you always get something out of it.
  11. Wow Ungod, never have i thought someone could get so angry/emotional dare i say butthurt over a story by a super novice aspiring writer. Regardless, you seem to have riled up yourself and i'm an advocate of free speech anyway. As much as i'm offended there is always something funny and refreshing about these reactions that i know too well by now. However i'd ask not to use my name or nickname without my permission in any story. Thanks.
  12. Folks, don't be afraid to hit the 'down' reputation. I feel more motivated when I'm put down (that's when I'm not the one doing it, which happens often when looking back). Hit that button, bleed it, abuse it, say 'Ungod, a fart at the queen's table is funnier than those attempts of yours'. I need feedback It's not the best title, but I can't think of something else - Birds on a wire: Walking through the Whisper Alley, Jubaris felt a strange feeling of calmness. It must have been the sight of three old men on a bench, because they looked as if nothing could ever bother them. Lined up as for a parade, in crisp clean clothes, their faces were almost glowing in the afternoon light. Jubaris thought 'Some day, when I'll be old, I'd like to look just like them.' He purposefully slowed down, to hear their conversation. Yesterday I went to the venison store and they had a new girl working there, said one. Ha? A new what? asked another. A new girl! shouted the other. Fresh out of the box. Big tits, too. Ha? What about mitts? It's always warm in here. Jonn, would you shout what I said into his other ear? This one is already busted. My name is not Jonn, how many times do I have to tell you? said the third. Whatever, I don't want to spend all day learning your name. Your mother was Chinese, after all. She took my father's name! Either way, I can't pronounce fancy foreign names. But I'm called Jeremy! So, Jonn, how about we go to the store tomorrow? All three of us? Eh...I can't. I have an appointment. With whom? The mortician? With the...dentist. I have a ... new cavity. Yea, cavities in ceramic teeth, that's a new thing. You should stay away from the lake, you've already been reported for peeping twice. That's none of your business! What? Peaches? I love peaches! 'Some day I'll be old', thought Jubaris, picking up the pace.
  13. Taking applications for an adept, one slot available. Apply below xD

  14. As subject says, I am looking for a perm memory stone collecting tool.
  15. As it says, would you participate or maybe not?
  16. Oh, k. A popular inn by the lake: Seigheart decided to take a break from his tireless wandering in Marind Bell. What better place to rest than that popular place with a terrific view of the lake, whose name he can never remember? He consciously avoided the tables in the front and chose a small lonely one on the side, close to the kitchen. The older daughter of the owner brought his tea, with a rascal smile in her eyes. How old is she, thought Seigheart... As the crimson sky melted into the azure waves, the faint colour of nostalgia overcame Seig. As we grow up, we must discard old memories and old interests - just like a snake sheds its skin. People that have ventured in your life and one day disappeared, people you cared for, people you trusted, people... Mommy, isn't it ready yet? he heard from the kitchen. I told you to wait a while! You know, today I heard Ms. Harris that our neighbor Mrs. Huff was having an affair. Mommy, what's an affair? Shut up! You don't need to know that! Mrs. Huff's life is none of your business. But mommy, Ms. Harris was angry, she said the mailman is only 20! Seigheart lost interest in such a trivial conversation, although he felt some of that nostalgia cleared off. Still, the snake analogy seems true enough. Old loves, old passions and memories - can you live while holding on to them? Isn't it painful? How can you grow as a human being without changing part of yourself? And then, sure, not all memories are... Lisa! Hey, Lisa! Where's the axe? Whatcha need it for? I'm not taking this **** anymore from Jim! I don't care he's got pals in Loreroot, I've had enough. John, be careful! Don't do anything stupid! shouted the woman. When haven't I been careful, he shouted back. Ah, found it. … But you cannot go on living in a suit that fits you no more. You must give up a part of yourself, you must accept a loss. Time goes on, we grow older, and we must! we must give up our dreams. Snakes probably do not dream - they don't build these huge sand castles that fill our hearts with joy, trapping the mind that would otherwise destroy it in a second. No, it's under time's scrutiny they... Mom, the guy over there only had a tea. And he's holding all the table to himself. It's a customer, so let it be. But there are some people waiting. That's a small table he's at, and the guys are waiting won't take it anyway. Alright... how much is the tea, anyway? Oh, that little? Fine, I'll add a little extra - I've been wanting a new pair of earrings. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Seigheart raised himself from the table. The crimson sky was melting into the azure lake, but he felt no sadness, no nostalgia, not a shred of compassion for the world. Yet he was grateful - these feelings we have, feelings that could drag us into the abyss - they are easily cured at this popular place with a terrific view of the lake, whose name he can never remember.
  17. I will indulge in your vote need just to share in the frustration of the lack of coffee. ☕
  18. Criticism: no Shade would call another Master.
  19. I get random ideas at random times, and today, when I opened the MD forum, I saw Ignnus' topic. Then I thought 'Why not?'. But I lack the time to write something elaborate, so it'll be some gag stuff. Also, I need reputation to keep going. Positive or negative, it doesn't matter. Hit the down/up button and I will continue writing new 'episodes'. Today, it's 'The Necrovion Cafe'. Ignnus was dragging his feet across the Necrovion wasteland. After he left the House hours ago, he managed to climb all the stairs without assistance and was now contemplating death. After all, what else was he to do while leaning on the graveyard brick wall, wheezing like a geezer? I'm tired of this ****, he mumbled. The priests were doing their habitual techno dance around the literate bonfire. Ignnus must have lost it seeing them, because he started to scream: I'm tired of this SHIIIIIT! I want asphalt! I want a hat, I want a gas mask and...and...a coffee would be great...' The priests were too busy to stop and listen, but out of nowhere, a shade appeared. Did you say... coffee? it asked. Yeah, said Ignnus. Do you have some? There is a price to pay...for everything, the shade smirked. Price? scoffed Ignnus. I would KILL for a cup of coffee. How's that for a price? The shade chuckled. 'It seems we have found what to motivate our troops with, Master.' ...………...…......…………………………………...…………………...…………......………......…......…………...………….. Ignnus was sipping his freshly-baked beans coffee, with sugar cane and sour cream on top, at the Necrovion Café. He looked as happy as a corporate employee at lunch - only he carried a bazooka on his back. Somewhere, the Shade Sentinel was grinning.
  20. Wyfn Phoenix Sorry sorry, news and all are too fast nowadays for my slow brain to catch up. I'll try nonetheless....
  21. To think that I actually know who Amano is...I mean, one look at the avis and and recognized the style. The second one looks the best, but also because it's clearer. (although a fan at first, I don't think I like his muddy style after all...but it would look cool in some animation, if used properly)
  22. I know the contest is over (with no entries, apparently), but I figured this would be a good place to show some experiments with Neural Style Transfer. I tried it a couple times (got a lot of crappy weird stuff) with a couple different pieces from Yoshitaka Amano, an artist whose work was one of the main inspirations for this avatar. I might get better results with some extra work, but the ones below made me smile already (one of them really captured the MD feel in my opinion) And here's the original:
  23. Lately I've been battling my demons, up inside my head trying to find a reason, not to quit cause everything's deceiving. Everyone around me nothing is appealing

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