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    Ungod got a reaction from Mallos in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    Have some peanuts
    Germie strolled towards the Root of the Matter inn. Just another Wednesday evening, wasted at the local pub. Nothing more. Can life top this? Germie put off the dying cigarette and climbed the stairs.
    The inn was busy, with Lintara serving drinks to various customers and Shemhazaj lending a hand. Germie took a seat at some place closer to the window, where smoking was allowed. He scanned the room and found it pretty crowded. When it's crowded, the obnoxious customers start arguments. And, sure enough, one started soon.
    I've never seen any peanuts in the realm, said Ungod.
    Shemhazaj was serving peanuts.
    I think I spotted some plants nearby, said Lintara.
    I got them in my travels, said Shemhazaj.
    Your stories really don't match, replied Ungod. You know, I can't eat these. Uncertified origin - and I never have anything that is of unknown origin.
    Err...they're good, you know? We have them every evening.
    I know, said Ungod. I've eaten them before. But, now that I think about it, I shouldn't have. Something is wrong here. What if these ones are toxic?
    The arguments was heating up. On the one side, the voice of the pub - reassuring, but uncaring. On the other, the voice of reason - on point, but unneeded.
    I will not have them! I don't care, the most I've seen in your forest is oak, therefore you should serve acorns if you want me to trust you, was shouting Ungod.
    ……………….……………...…………………………………………………...………………………..
    Lintara was shoving peanuts down Ungod's throat and some got stuck, so Ungod was turning purple. Germie found the taste of the beer to be odd today. It doesn't matter at all, but...there really aren't any peanuts in MagicDuel.
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    Ungod got a reaction from Mallos in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    This one is Lord of the flies:
     
    Thinking of making quick money, Ungod set up a small hut on a slope of Golemus mountain,
    near the rich veins of mineral ore. Aiming for londsdaleite shard, gold and gems, he waved his pickaxe every morning, happily singing 'the lumberjack song'. His only problem was a type of imp-like creature populating those parts, which often caused him trouble. Big heads, small legs, savage screams and incredible stamina. Ungod hated them. The locals called them 'kids'.
    One day, when the supposed night was giving way to day, he heard some suspicious sounds in 
    front of his door. Grabbing the pickaxe, he rushed outside, only to see a bunch of naked kids staring at him.
    Get outta here, you scoundrels! he waved his pickaxe.
    We came to say we're sorry, mister, said one. 
    Huh?
    Ungod just stood there, speechless.
    Yeah, said another, we're sorry to have caused you trouble.
    Aha! exclaimed Ungod. I think I know what happened. Finally, your parents are taking action.
    Good, you leave now, he said, turning his back. 
    No, we're really sorry. Reeeealllly sorry.
    So what? Get lost, said Ungod.
    We have brough you a hat. The sun will burn all your hair and you will be baald.
    Ungod slowly took the hat, grumbling.
    Ok, hrm, thank you, now...leave.
    Oh, we also got you a magnifying lens. It's kinda old, though.
    Uhh...ok, it's...unusable... Can you leave now? I thought you were burglars.
    Wait, Jim found something in the cave yesterday. Is it a precious gem?
    One of the kids stepped forward and showed him a small dirty rock. Ungod laid aside the pickaxe to take a better look at it. 
    Nah, it's just some crystal, he said, throwing it aside. He reached for his pickaxe, but it was gone.
    I have it! said one of the kids. All clear!
    Roger that! Atttttaaaaaack!
    The first light of dawn saw Ungod being kicked and punched by a bunch of kids.

     
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    Ungod got a reaction from Lintara in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    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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    Ungod got a reaction from Lintara in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    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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    Ungod got a reaction from Mallos in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    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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    Ungod got a reaction from ignnus in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    I'll take it as it is, then  
     
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    Ungod got a reaction from DARK DEMON in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    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. 
     
     
     
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    Ungod got a reaction from ignnus in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    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.
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    Ungod got a reaction from Lintara in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    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.
  10. Upvote
    Ungod got a reaction from Lintara in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    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. 
     
     
     
  11. Like
    Ungod got a reaction from Mallos in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    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.
  12. Upvote
    Ungod got a reaction from Aia del Mana in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    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. 
     
     
     
  13. Upvote
    Ungod got a reaction from Azull in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    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. 
     
     
     
  14. Upvote
    Ungod reacted to Mallos in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    I will indulge in your vote need just to share in the frustration of the lack of coffee. ☕
  15. Upvote
    Ungod got a reaction from Mallos in I'm starting a novel/reputation needed   
    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. 
     
     
     
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    Ungod got a reaction from Jubaris in Bad/Funny/Strange Roleplay thread   
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    Ungod got a reaction from ignnus in I'm Starting a Novell /Any Help appreciated!   
    You're right about the old part. I never played it either, but I accidentally saw it's Let's play on YT. The story being what it is, I thought it's interesting how the game actually manages being memorable.
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    Ungod reacted to Chewett in Refactoring Progress   
    Never!
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    Ungod got a reaction from lashtal in An odd fear   
    When I was practicing Aikido (for a very short period of time) a very long time ago, what we did was a little meditation after the warm-up before going into techniques (I think it's called zazen?). It was there to clear the mind of any thoughts and I think it worked. I sometimes did it at home and I always found that my voice was comparably weaker after doing it. During meditation, you don't do much - you just stare, if your eyes are open. It was because of it that a very original fear/thought occurred to me. It's about language.
    Only after reading a bit on language did I realize speaking is hard. I mean, you just learn it in infancy, so you never really understand how hard it actually is. The other day, while I was waiting on something, I saw a little girl chasing a dog, trying to feed it some crackers or something. She kept calling it 'Am'. What she was trying to say was 'Ham', but I suppose that's slightly harder to pronounce. In the absence of the word, she just imitated the sound it makes. Personally, I would have called it 'hau' - and I guess most people would. You have 'howl' in English, don't you? Dogs howl.
    It takes a long time, if you are educated, to accept the idea that language and words evolved from the sounds that we imitated. All around us, animals and plants make sounds, and the wind, and water, and rocks as well. We didn't come up with nouns in a fancy way, we simply tried to imitate the sound a thing does to 'name' it. Some people on this big planet still have issues with language - and you can see how hard it is for them to speak. They speak from the abdomen, and they probably feel pain in the guts trying to get out sounds. It is so unnatural to them. You see, sounds travelled from the gut to the throat and later to the mouth - but that was a long journey.
     So what is my fear? I thought 'If you meditate long enough, could you forget to speak?' The thing about speaking is that not only it is hard (which I always felt it to be, even if I am eloquent and if you get me started on a topic I like, say goodbye to your evening), but it's often so...pointless. Speaking of which - as far as I know, the guy who came up with Aikido didn't explain the techniques to his students, he just showed them. 
    I feel so comfortable in my silence I'm afraid I might actually go like 'forget it, they'll get it if I use gestures'. Hey, I could pretend to be a mute! I know of a writer who pretended to be crazy and had - in his words - 'a wonderful time' in the facility, among loonies (well, he also tried to fake his suicide to get rid of his wife, so he was slightly eccentric - or not?)… but then I'd have to learn sign language, which I really don't wanna. If I have to speak coherently, why bother learn *another* language, when I already know a few?
    This is my fear. That one day, I'll just wave goodbye to eloquence and growl when I really have to. I think that'll be the day I learn German.
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    Ungod got a reaction from Mallos in An odd fear   
    When I was practicing Aikido (for a very short period of time) a very long time ago, what we did was a little meditation after the warm-up before going into techniques (I think it's called zazen?). It was there to clear the mind of any thoughts and I think it worked. I sometimes did it at home and I always found that my voice was comparably weaker after doing it. During meditation, you don't do much - you just stare, if your eyes are open. It was because of it that a very original fear/thought occurred to me. It's about language.
    Only after reading a bit on language did I realize speaking is hard. I mean, you just learn it in infancy, so you never really understand how hard it actually is. The other day, while I was waiting on something, I saw a little girl chasing a dog, trying to feed it some crackers or something. She kept calling it 'Am'. What she was trying to say was 'Ham', but I suppose that's slightly harder to pronounce. In the absence of the word, she just imitated the sound it makes. Personally, I would have called it 'hau' - and I guess most people would. You have 'howl' in English, don't you? Dogs howl.
    It takes a long time, if you are educated, to accept the idea that language and words evolved from the sounds that we imitated. All around us, animals and plants make sounds, and the wind, and water, and rocks as well. We didn't come up with nouns in a fancy way, we simply tried to imitate the sound a thing does to 'name' it. Some people on this big planet still have issues with language - and you can see how hard it is for them to speak. They speak from the abdomen, and they probably feel pain in the guts trying to get out sounds. It is so unnatural to them. You see, sounds travelled from the gut to the throat and later to the mouth - but that was a long journey.
     So what is my fear? I thought 'If you meditate long enough, could you forget to speak?' The thing about speaking is that not only it is hard (which I always felt it to be, even if I am eloquent and if you get me started on a topic I like, say goodbye to your evening), but it's often so...pointless. Speaking of which - as far as I know, the guy who came up with Aikido didn't explain the techniques to his students, he just showed them. 
    I feel so comfortable in my silence I'm afraid I might actually go like 'forget it, they'll get it if I use gestures'. Hey, I could pretend to be a mute! I know of a writer who pretended to be crazy and had - in his words - 'a wonderful time' in the facility, among loonies (well, he also tried to fake his suicide to get rid of his wife, so he was slightly eccentric - or not?)… but then I'd have to learn sign language, which I really don't wanna. If I have to speak coherently, why bother learn *another* language, when I already know a few?
    This is my fear. That one day, I'll just wave goodbye to eloquence and growl when I really have to. I think that'll be the day I learn German.
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    Ungod got a reaction from Azull in An odd fear   
    When I was practicing Aikido (for a very short period of time) a very long time ago, what we did was a little meditation after the warm-up before going into techniques (I think it's called zazen?). It was there to clear the mind of any thoughts and I think it worked. I sometimes did it at home and I always found that my voice was comparably weaker after doing it. During meditation, you don't do much - you just stare, if your eyes are open. It was because of it that a very original fear/thought occurred to me. It's about language.
    Only after reading a bit on language did I realize speaking is hard. I mean, you just learn it in infancy, so you never really understand how hard it actually is. The other day, while I was waiting on something, I saw a little girl chasing a dog, trying to feed it some crackers or something. She kept calling it 'Am'. What she was trying to say was 'Ham', but I suppose that's slightly harder to pronounce. In the absence of the word, she just imitated the sound it makes. Personally, I would have called it 'hau' - and I guess most people would. You have 'howl' in English, don't you? Dogs howl.
    It takes a long time, if you are educated, to accept the idea that language and words evolved from the sounds that we imitated. All around us, animals and plants make sounds, and the wind, and water, and rocks as well. We didn't come up with nouns in a fancy way, we simply tried to imitate the sound a thing does to 'name' it. Some people on this big planet still have issues with language - and you can see how hard it is for them to speak. They speak from the abdomen, and they probably feel pain in the guts trying to get out sounds. It is so unnatural to them. You see, sounds travelled from the gut to the throat and later to the mouth - but that was a long journey.
     So what is my fear? I thought 'If you meditate long enough, could you forget to speak?' The thing about speaking is that not only it is hard (which I always felt it to be, even if I am eloquent and if you get me started on a topic I like, say goodbye to your evening), but it's often so...pointless. Speaking of which - as far as I know, the guy who came up with Aikido didn't explain the techniques to his students, he just showed them. 
    I feel so comfortable in my silence I'm afraid I might actually go like 'forget it, they'll get it if I use gestures'. Hey, I could pretend to be a mute! I know of a writer who pretended to be crazy and had - in his words - 'a wonderful time' in the facility, among loonies (well, he also tried to fake his suicide to get rid of his wife, so he was slightly eccentric - or not?)… but then I'd have to learn sign language, which I really don't wanna. If I have to speak coherently, why bother learn *another* language, when I already know a few?
    This is my fear. That one day, I'll just wave goodbye to eloquence and growl when I really have to. I think that'll be the day I learn German.
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    Ungod reacted to Chewett in MD Avatar Colouring Quest 2019   
    This quest is a repeat/rerun/finish of a quest originally run on Facebook (and possibly Discord?) by @Blackshade Rider
    The participants have been lost to the sands of time however I will re-open it s everyone who did participate can have a chance at even better rewards! If you participated before, please do submit your requests . If you dont resubmit I will spend some time copying them over (but ideally please do to save me time !)
    The quest is simple, take an avatar in MD and colour it in using any medium you wish.
    This quest will run for a month, ending 31st of August, please bump it as needed.
    Rewards
    The following rewards will be given:
    1st place - 1 gold coin
    2nd place - 7 silver
    3rd place - 5 silver
    4th place - 1 silver, 1 Lock in chaos stone
    In addition, for the top three places there will be one of each of the following reward:
    1 Snowman
    1 Santa
    1 Wiiya Bubble creator (1 year lifetime, no restrictions on its use)
    First place gets to pick first, second place picks from the remaining two, and third place has the final remaining item.
    May the most interesting image win!
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