Corey

Gavynn: Jake, come here... (He motions Jake up next to him) I want you to go back to the ship and grab Lorn for me. Bring another 200 pieces of eight too. Jake: Aye, sir. [i]Above a sail shop, one of the many on Marra, was a kind of woven metal sail. It looked silver, but when the light caught it just right a gleam of orangered shot across the sail. It billowed up and creaked the tethers it was wrapped against. Lorn appeared by his side.[/i] Lorn: Sir? [i]The captain pointed to the silver sail.[/i] Gavynn: What do you make of that? It's not silver, I can tell you that much. (His gaze switched to the awestruck eyes of Lorn) Lorn? Lorn: Sir... It's a Solar Sail... I don't believe it. The last one went down over ten years ago, with the pirate ship Trollova. This sail takes sunlight energy and transmits it directly to the propellers! There's no need for any liquid fuel! We have to get it! There'll be no more running out of fuel and having to coast to a port or asking for assistance! We'll never be stranded again! [i]The captains face darkened. If such a thing was so rare, then it was extremely expensive. Perhaps some rough negotiating will be in order.[/i] Gavynn: How much do you think it will cost? Lorn: (He scratches his chin) I'd say easily 5000 pieces of eight. Maybe as low as 3000 if we barter a bit... Our old sail... A few weapons... Maybe some propeller repair kits. I don't know captain... It won't be cheap. Gavynn: I know... (He runs a hand through his hair and turns his face to the sun) I know Lorn... I want you to go get that thing you scavanged a few years ago. I don't remember what it's called... Tase or something... Lorn: Taser? [i]The captain nods.[/i] Gavynn: Yes. We might have to do a bit of tourture if things don't go our way.

Yeah, it's kind of interesting what you come up with when you are deprived of sleep and rather... Well, not in the best state of mind. :P

Good luck on the RPG James. I'll be keeping up with it, hopefully. And I truely hope it doesn't die like many of your other ones.

[i]The bottle falls to the floor, splintering into a thousand whiskey coated pieces. The man in the chair grunts and stirs slightly. His eyes open for a moment, scanning the room with al their bloodshot wonder. An extremely small apartment. A living room, a bedroom, an extremely tiny kitchen, and a bathroom with a toilet and a sink. His gaze shifts down to the piles of discarded trash and food that litter the floor. Rotting pieces of meat. Rancid pools of milk. And black clumps of fruit. He begins to wonder where he went wrong in life. Perhaps highschool when he dropped out and skipped town, living life on the run and never staying in the same place for more than a few weeks. Maybe in Colorado when he got a woman pregnant and refused to give up the daughter that he made.[/i] Joanna: Daddy? I'm hungry... [i]The man in the chair shifts slightly, gaze falling on his daughter. Eight years old, and every bit as wonderful as any other girl. She never hated her father. She never hated her life. She loved him and what she had. She didn't deserve him...[/i] Joanna: Daddy? Are you ok? Daniel: (He smiles) Yes baby, I'm fine. We'll have food in the morning. Go into your room and cover your ears real tight. I'll be in to give you a kiss in an hour or so. [i]The little girl smiles and walks back into her room. The man in the chair begins to cry. Silent tears drip down his face. The snores of his daughter drift out to his ears. He picks up the phone.[/i] Daniel: Hello? Police? I live at 6498 W. Oklahoma ave apartment C. I have a daughter here. She needs a good home. I'm not going to be alive when you get here. Please tell my daughter I love her. (He hangs up the phone) [i]The man pulls a silenced pistol from the cussion of the chair. He clicks off the safety and caresses the barrel. Slowly he puts the barrel against his chest, over his heart, and closes his eyes.[/i] Daniel: For you, Joanna...

Ok, give me a ring when you open this up again or whatever you plan on doing with it.

I often have dreams (when I can remember them *grumble*) that last longer than one night. I've never had one that has lasted more than a few days, but it certainly is an interesting concept.

@ Karma- For all the sentances you said were unecessary, I was doing it on purpose. My English teacher harped on my about not having enough of my personality in my papers. So I put those in and it pacified him. I know the section on war has a few holes, but I wrote it the night before it was due. I'm a terrible procrastinator. I would have liked to think it out better, and you gave me some excellent points to think about, but like I said, I was on a limited clock. The anger suggestion is another thing I rushed on. I wanted to include something about YY males (normal males are XY, females are XX). Very rare they are, but they have major anger and testosterone issues. More than half of the male prison population are YY males. *shrug* @Ellester- Thankyou.

I promise you I'll join, but right now I don't have the time to read. i seem to remember talking about this with you. :)

I'm going to join next year if I can bring my weight down twenty lbs or so.

It's called hyperventilaing, PT. And take Semjaza's advice to heart. He's got it right.

I'd yell about the double post but that is someone elses job, and truthfully I'd be doing the same. I put my hands on peoples neck all the time. Many are female. And until recently, I was taken also. But if his hands on your breasts were an accident, I'll eat my hard drive. Coupled with everything else he was doing I can gaurauntee it was not an accident. Get away from this guy WS. He's not good. To PT: Thankee.

No, absolutely not. You have every right to be completely freaked out and quite scared. What he did is considered sexual harrassment. I would either tell someone right now, or if you aren't comfortable doing that, get the hell out of his life. But I reccomend the first. There isn't a friend in the world that would do that.

[color=2244CC][size=1]Oh I sincerely wish I had this teacher. 1) Go to your local walmart and buy a dozen or so pieces of ceramic. While in obviously public and crowded places, smash one on the ground. Observe peoples reactions by glaring at them all. 2) Go to your local supermarket and pretend you do not understand english well but want to find a product. Randomly switch languages (i.e. Spanish to French. German to Swedish.) and see if people notice. If they don't, see how long you can get it to last.

I'd like to thank Mitch for inspiring me to write my End-O-The Term essay on this topic. His discussion in the Genral Lounge made me think a lot. Also whoever posted info on Son of Sam and Ed Gein. You people made me do research o them in [url=www.crimelibrary.com]Crime Library[/url]. I'd like to ask for both pros and cons of this paper. 'Tis an argumentative essay, and I stuck to basically the general guidelines. Have at it. -------------------- [i][b]Murder.[/b][/i] Written By: Corey Roos [list]100- We with our faithful escort onward moved 101- Along the brink of the vermilion boiling, 102- Wherein the boiled were uttering loud laments. 103- People I saw within up to the eyebrows, 104- And the great Centaur said: Tyrants are these, 105- Who dealt in bloodshed and in pillaging. -Dante Alighieri [u]The Divine Comedy[/u] Inferno- Canto XII[/list] Brought upon you today is the unacceptable topic of murder. How treacherous one can be to murder another human in cold blood or otherwise. How loathsome is the one that destroys another's life, cuts his throat and watches the dark blood of the heart seep into the floorboards of ones house? In todays world, we have laws forbidding this behavior, yet it continues. The statement I proclaim to argue, is that murder can justified in a world with so many wrongs. While factoring in the variables of human nature, psychological problems, and emotion it should be rather simple to draw suitable conclusions. Some present debates relating to murder will be included too. Time for some fun. [b]The Simple[/b] Firstly, the topic of human nature in murder. What is the nature of all human beings? To survive. It's the largest, and deepest rooted instinct we have. When you are in a fight, your survival (or self preservation) instinct kicks in. You fight back. Wether you fight back well enough to survive is really a matter of chance. And if you do? You will probably end up hurting the person a little more to prevent them from attempting to damage you again. And what happens if it goes a little further than that? Read on... One problem this world has today is the control of one specific emotion. Anger. You hear about it all the time. Is it possible to become so enraged that you cannot comprehend what you are doing? Probably. One can easily become angry enough to wish harm on another. It happens far too many times in a day to count. Anger can become so great that it can lead to murder. We've all heard of it. Perhaps even seen it. You get into a fight for whatever frivolous reason. As said before, your instincts kick in. You fight valiantly and end up winning. The person lies on the ground in a shuddering mass, battered and probably bleeding. What happens next? You become angered. Maybe even enraged. You continue to beat the person. Punches, kicks, knee blows. You utilize any object you can as a weapon. A piece of wood. A random steel pipe. A garbage can lid. Eventually you stop. Perhaps you're tired or finally realize what you're doing. The person isn't breathing. They aren't moving at all. You allowed your emotions get the best of you. It led to murder. If the murder had been purely out of self preservation, it would have been justified. You cannot ignore your instincts. The murderer, in this case, was a victim of his genetic programming. Though once anger becomes involved in the death of a person, the murder becomes unjustified. Emotions can be controlled. Anger can be suppressed, just like any other emotion. All people have will power. Some may be weaker than others, but you should always have enough will to control yourself, if you are healthy. Which brings me to my next point. [b]Defects in Society[/b] Many of the murders you hear a lot about are either done by media stars or psychologically defective people. Many cannot tell right from wrong. Many more simply don't care. Take the infamous 'Son of Sam' for example. He was a serial murderer in the 70s that shot young women with a .44 caliber weapon. He was a paranoid schizophrenic. In a letter he wrote to the police he made several references to a 'father Sam' (the letter is inclosed at the end of this paper). Perhaps this was his other personality. The 'father Sam' figure commanded Son of Sam to kill. So kill he must. Mr. Sam aseemed to realize what a terrible thing he was doing, but could not stop. For, to him, the most important thing was to 'honour thy father'. He believed himself to be helping his 'father' survive by feeding him the blood of young women. Mr. Eddie Gein is someone many should be familiar with even if they don't know the name. Mr. Gein inspired the Tobe Hopper classic The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Ed Gein was perhaps one of the most gruesome murderers ever. When the police finally entered his house, suspecting him of robing a bank, one officer bumped into a carcass of some kind hanging from the ceiling. It wasn't unusual for that time of year. Deer season was in effect, after all. After a brief examination the officer found the torso was human, one of his deputies mothers in fact. In the cabinets was a bowl made from a human skull, a lampshade from human skin sat in his living room, female genitalia were kept preserved in a shoebox, a belt made of nipples, and four noses and a heart were found. The final ghastly trophy was a suit made entirely of human skin (he also inspired 'Buffalo Bill' from 'Silence Of The Lambs') Terrible? Yes, absolutely. Justified? Also yes. These two men were indeed mentally sick. Mr. Berkowitz (Son of Sam) was a paranoid schizophrenic and socially inept. His childhood was rough and he never exactly fit in. He told police that demons (the 'father Sam' figure) were commanding him to kill these people. They demanded "Blood and Death!". To subdue them, he killed. At the most basic level, we do the same thing every day. We lie to get people out of our faces. We bribe to make people leave us alone. His motive for killing was simply self preservation. If he wouldn't have killed, he would have been killed. Mr. Eddie Gein had an extremely sheltered childhood. His mother was a fanatic about Christianity and instilled the strict moral code she set for her two children, daily. She had no problems enforcing it through violent means. Ed grew up with no friends but developed a great love to read. He grew up doing odd jobs but most often baby sat the children in his small town. People saw him as trustworthy. Mr. Gein was diagnosed by psychologists and psychiatrists as schizophrenic and a "sexual psychopath". Gein was not properly equipped for life and therefore, unfortunately, justifying his murders. He truly didn't know what he was doing. "Thou shall not kill" can only go so far when you're older, living by yourself and never had the pleasure of experiencing a childhood or a healthy mind. [b]Warmongering, Electricity, and Euthanasia[/b] "Is it so wrong to declare war on another human being?" That little statement was made by a good friend of mine. If government officials can wage war on such a large scale, why can't we do it on a smaller one. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not suggesting we all go and kill people saying it's in the name of war. That would be wrong. But why are men in power allowed to wage war when we are not? Is it because they have willing participants that would die for a cause? I'd gladly die to see a few people wiped off the face of the earth. Or how about because they deem it as ethical. Killing on a grand scale certainly seems ethical to me! Oh yeah! War is not justified, no matter how you look at it. The reasons behind war, possibly. The bloodshed? No. Nor is murdering someone just to have them leave this world. And what about the electric chair? Is that justified murder? To many, yes. What better punishment than the one the murderer dealt out? An eye for an eye, so to speak. But how can someone condone killing another human being simply because they killed? If faced with a lifetime prison sentence, the electric chair would be a blessing. The best punishment for a murder crime is not death, but imprisonment. An eye for an eye, and the whole world goes blind. Killing because someone killed is no justification. Dr. Jack Kevorkian was a huge advocate for doctor-assisted suicide. In fact, before he was charged with murder in 1999, Kevorkian helped over 130 patients kill themselves. Now there is a large controversy obscuring the reality of this issue. There are a great many that think this is murder. They believe that helping people kill themselves to do nothing but save them from a slow, painful death is purely unjustified murder. This is not true. If faced with a long painful life of cancer, many would gladly choose a peaceful death. If people are competent to decide for themselves, doctor-assisted suicide is still murder, but it certainly is a justified kind. [b]Closure is a Healthy Thing[/b] How does one conclude a paper such as this? Perhaps one should think about the families of the recently departed. Do they see the murder as justified? Of course not. The wife of the fight victim will always see the man as a murderer. The children of defective serial killer victims always will see the people as messed in the head and worthy of nothing but a murder charge. The families of people that die at war will most likely see the war as unjust. Right now, murder usually resides in black and white terms. The fact is, there are justified and unjustified murders. Let's not dub all murders as unjust simply because someone is dead. To do that would be unjust.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Trumen [/i] [B]I have had both my legs and arms broken.[/B][/QUOTE] [color=2244CC][size=1]Can anyone say mob hit? Broken bones are extremely bad, but this sounds more or less like another one of those ***** and moan threads. I feel for you, if only slightly.[/size][/color]

The website you have liked to is going under maintenance or something. I give him porps for the whole raising money for a good cause thing. Actually, I admire anyone that does this kind of thing. Am I the only one that actually can imagine Notorious B.I.G. running a race?

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Kieko [/i] [B]The only thing I can think of is the fact that I find it a little bit boring, you know, not a lot's going on in the banner.[/B][/QUOTE] That's extemely funny considering there's next to nothing going on in your banner. All the privious suggestions apply all to well. Especially the brightening one. The two banners are quite hard to see. For a first banner/s? Not bad at all.

Wow. You know, I'm rather speechless I must say. And for the safety of myself, I'll remain that way. Ummm... Right now I'm wearing a pair of black Dockers, a black t-shirt with a witty phrase on it, a pair of shorts under my Dockers (could not find undergarments in the darkness of my room this morn) and black socks.

Yeah. A good idea, but something extremely hard to put into effect without all that bad concequenses stuff.

Yeah, he actually said that.

I argued the fact that I didn't have free speech in school once. They told me I don't have the right to free speech until I turn 18. I then proceeded to scream at him about the constitution and screamed at me that the constitutiona pplies to MEN, not pubescant boys.

[b]Name:[/b] Corey [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Occupation:[/b] Student (11th) [b]Appearance:[/b] Attachment. [b]Personality/Attitude:[/b] A procrastinator by nature. Can be funny when I want to. Usually is rather social, but will just as willingly keep to myself. [b]Short Biography:[/b] I was born. I lived. I'm still living and hope to be doing so for quite sometime.

Spoiler tags SadClown, spoiler tags. But definitly, the movie will drain you terribly.

OOC: Sorry terra. I will PM the people that are to switch worlds when I feel it would create a certain amount of chao-.. I mean... Well, I guess chaos is the right word. You dissapearing right in front of a couple people this early in the RPG would, more or less, be a little too chaotic. --- [b]Aikal-[/b] "Finnaly..." The Skye temple had loomed in his vision since he set out from his store, but now he could finnaly see the entrance. How beautiful it was. A stairway numbering steps near fivehundred leading the way to the largest set of doors created. Blue silver was what the doors were made out of. Every morning the sun hit these doors and illuminated the eastern city for five brief minutes. It rose into the clouds, a lght blue spire reaching to Skye with hopes and dreams of becoming one with Her and the land. Everytime he saw it, happiness enveloped him. He regained his composure and began walking the many steps of the temple. A couple priests ran by him on his way up, seeming to be in a hurry. He honestly didn't know how they did it. They must have amazing endurance and leg strength. His legs were already beginning ot hurt and he was just over three quarters of the way there. Far above him he glimpsed the large shape of Turell, clad in his bright green suit. Aikal thought rather comically that it made him look like a ripe pickle. He smiled and stopped for a moment to rub his legs. He was almost at the top, but the stairs contiued to taunt him. Aikal rubbed his aching legs a final time and climbed the rest of the steps. [b]Turell-[/b] "Were there any inconvienences along the way?" Aikal shook his head. [b]Aikal-[/b] "Not at all Turell. Not at all. I know you to be a representative of the temple, but I wish to speak with one of the priests after we get this sphere in place." He nodded distractedly, and motioned me in. The coolness of the church surprised me. Usually it was a warm place in the cooler times of the year. The two men moved past a grouping of priests and gaurdians that seemed to be congregating outside of a doorway. It could have been his imagination but there seemed to be moans coming from inside. They continued forward and eventually came to the main room of the temple. It was an extremely large room the streatched almost three blocks either way. The cieling was nowhere to be seen, lost somewhere above in the un-detectable reaches of the temple. [b]Aikal-[/b] "Turell. where are we going? I've never seen the other two stones when I used to come for worship." He smiled and walked up to the ver front of the room where the Skye altar was and where the High-Priestess always gave her sermons. He walked behind one of the pedistals and motioned for Aikal to follow. Slowly he made his way behind and found a stairway leading into the Skye altar, which was massive. "Oh my..." [b]Turell-[/b] "Only a select few know about this room. Be wary, everything in this room, save for the place to put the spheres, is a kind of stone. Usually blue marble. Don't let the stone touch it. I'm not interested in explaining why the Skye altar suddenly melted." Aikal nodded and walked further in. He saw two spheres set upon two metal pedistals. There was a third metal stand, empty. He brought the sphere out of his pack and carefully moved it across the dimly lit room. The wall near his righthand side gave off a blistering heat when he passed. "Careful! You're too close!" Aikal moved closer to the inside and carefully set the Skye Stone on t's pedistal. A relief swept through him as it left his hands. [b]Aikal-[/b] "Ok Turell. Now I want to speak to someone that can answer my quest-" The three stones began to reverberate. "What's happening? Turell?" He turned to find Turell transfixed on the stones. [b]Turell-[/b] "Skye is coming. We should get out of here."

This is perhaps one of the best movies I have ever seen, bar none. It makes me feel so depressed after seing it every time. Has anyone else ever seen this wonderful movie? And if so, what's your take on such an awe-inspiring flick?