I have used the Internet ever since my dad got dial-up working somewhere between 1998-2000. Ever since then I've been glued to the magic of Internet. But what people don't often recoqnize is that they all leave a hefty footprint of what they are doing, and no I don't mean the carbon footprint you hippie bastard, I mean the Internet Footprint.
The following is my Quest for Erasing my Internet Footprint (or trying to lower it at least):
The first step you should always take is first see how much there is about you on the Internet. Now for this you should use the good ol' Google Search BUT bear in mind there are other search systems out there as well that function cardinally differently, so I Bing'd myself aswell.
What I found on Bing was, like Bing itself, useless (luckily) basically just some of my Facebook friends and petitions I've taken part of.
What I found on Google was a bit more worrying. My Twitter, my OLD Twitter, Facebook, Blogs, Formspring and continued. For 11 pages. Oh boy... I guess this will take TIME...
Step 1. Old Twitter. Retrieve password, confirm with phone number... after all that crap you can finally deactivate your account BUT there's a twist, deactivation =/= deleteion, all your followers and followings disappear but the account itself stays there. Hopefully not for long, probably forever...
Internet 1:0 Me
Step 2. Formspring. Why did I ever get one? Ooh first time I used ESToomere as an username! Doesn't matter, this has to go. Oh thank THOR it still has me logged in! SUCCESS! It still has me on Google but now it just links to a picture with a sleeping puppy.
Internet 1:1 Me
Note 1. Apparently there's an actor named Erik Silver on IMDB and an accountant on LinkedIn. Interesting.
Note 2. And some important tennis guy. Gay.
Step 3. Steam. I won't even bother with that right now...
Internet 2:1 Me
Step 4. Shitty Freewebs page. Oh boy... I was afraid of this! Must destroy all the shadows of my past! I SUMMON THE SUN! Ooooh crap this has like a metric shit-tonne of personal information on me... ERIK FROM 7 YEARS AGO, WHY YOU SO DUMB? First, got to find a way in... recover the password from Hot.ee? Gah, what's the password for my Hot.ee!? ...I actually just guessed it. Winning. Now, is the horror mail from Freewebs here? YES, and passwords to bunch of old crappy sites I created with Freewebs, deletion AHOY!
MULTI-KILL, 3 crappy websites DOWN!
Internet 2:4 Me
DONE! I win!
Monday, May 2, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Why are we HERE?
Earth.
A chunk of minerals in its own little path around the bulbing hot star we have grown to call the Sun.
The sun on the tip of a collection of other stars and dust.
The galaxy in a vast mass of galaxies we simply call the Universe, the one collection of all that is.
The location is certain. The purpose and how remains a secret to us... forever?
We may speculate and theorize on and in the ways of how everything became to be.
Us, humans, the solar system, the damn Universe itself.
This purely is another theory based on my observations of the modern world. And to summarize? Parasite.
Us humans are parasites.
We consume.
We consume the very Earth we live on.
Based on observations from NASA we can safely say that there are no planets like our Earth in our near vicinity, thus the consumation of our planet is amazingly parasitical.
We consume till there's nothing left.
We're running low on everything.
Green movement? Bullshit, just a minor bump in the road to destruction.
Space travel to colonize other planets? Yeah, the lunar landing over 40 YEARS ago.
At this point it is clear that our purpose on this Earth is to just consume it.
So continue acting like the good consumers you are and ENJOY your fucking life. There is no purpose other than to consume till there's nothing left.
FUCKING ENJOY YOUR LIFE!
CONSUME AND PARTY HARD. We all will soon die anyway.
A chunk of minerals in its own little path around the bulbing hot star we have grown to call the Sun.
The sun on the tip of a collection of other stars and dust.
The galaxy in a vast mass of galaxies we simply call the Universe, the one collection of all that is.
The location is certain. The purpose and how remains a secret to us... forever?
We may speculate and theorize on and in the ways of how everything became to be.
Us, humans, the solar system, the damn Universe itself.
This purely is another theory based on my observations of the modern world. And to summarize? Parasite.
Us humans are parasites.
We consume.
We consume the very Earth we live on.
Based on observations from NASA we can safely say that there are no planets like our Earth in our near vicinity, thus the consumation of our planet is amazingly parasitical.
We consume till there's nothing left.
We're running low on everything.
Green movement? Bullshit, just a minor bump in the road to destruction.
Space travel to colonize other planets? Yeah, the lunar landing over 40 YEARS ago.
At this point it is clear that our purpose on this Earth is to just consume it.
So continue acting like the good consumers you are and ENJOY your fucking life. There is no purpose other than to consume till there's nothing left.
FUCKING ENJOY YOUR LIFE!
CONSUME AND PARTY HARD. We all will soon die anyway.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Iraq leaflet
Lumberjack Commando
“Lumberjack” Advertisement for the Canadian Armed Forces
(French: Forces armées canadiennes or baguette baguette baguette)
Tired of sitting home?
Tired of chopping down trees with your bare hands?
Tired of watching hockey and moose in your nearest forest?
If you can answer at least one of these questions with a brave Canadian howl of ‘YES!’ then you sound like a guy we need!
Presenting for the first time in Canadian history:
THE LUMBERJACK COMMANDO
The Lumberjack Commando is a special branch of the Canadian Armed Forces that is comparable to the United States Marine Corps.
That’s right! The professionalism of the USMC in the goodness that is Canada!
What’s it in it for you? What’s NOT in it for you!? Here’s a list:
You get to serve in the manliest armed forces seen ever since the days of Sparta!
Beards are a MUST in the Lumberjack Commando!
You get to wear bulky suits that make you look even MORE manlier!
No hat looks silly on you!
You get to sing ‘O Canada’ with a manly tear in your eye!
People will take pictures of you and post them on the Internet thus making you internationally known!
Canada doesn’t have enemies so you get to fight wars initiated by third parties!
Why are you still reading this document? JOIN NOW!
Here are the ways how:
The Internet: http://www.forces.ca/lumberjack
or
Your closest recruitment center
LUMBERJACKS ALL THE WAY!
(French: Forces armées canadiennes or baguette baguette baguette)
Tired of sitting home?
Tired of chopping down trees with your bare hands?
Tired of watching hockey and moose in your nearest forest?
If you can answer at least one of these questions with a brave Canadian howl of ‘YES!’ then you sound like a guy we need!
Presenting for the first time in Canadian history:
THE LUMBERJACK COMMANDO
The Lumberjack Commando is a special branch of the Canadian Armed Forces that is comparable to the United States Marine Corps.
That’s right! The professionalism of the USMC in the goodness that is Canada!
What’s it in it for you? What’s NOT in it for you!? Here’s a list:
You get to serve in the manliest armed forces seen ever since the days of Sparta!
Beards are a MUST in the Lumberjack Commando!
You get to wear bulky suits that make you look even MORE manlier!
No hat looks silly on you!
You get to sing ‘O Canada’ with a manly tear in your eye!
People will take pictures of you and post them on the Internet thus making you internationally known!
Canada doesn’t have enemies so you get to fight wars initiated by third parties!
Why are you still reading this document? JOIN NOW!
Here are the ways how:
The Internet: http://www.forces.ca/lumberjack
or
Your closest recruitment center
LUMBERJACKS ALL THE WAY!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
seitseteist pluss kaks
Tuba. Kergelt kollaka tooniga. Uksepoolses osas on nari, aknapoolses seinas aken kust kohiseb alatihti külma Põhjamaa kliimat sisse. Jääkuninganna buduaar. Aimdust sellest küll ei anna peale temperatuuri miski; seinal on Eesti lipp. Akna vastasolevas seinas on laud. Laual kuhi raamatuid; küll üks räägib tumedadest kunstidest, teine teismeliste ja vampiiride vahelistest suhetest; kae seal on ka üks austusega Druididele, taamal teine võluritele. Use vastasseinas on peegel, iga daami toa ilmselge osa! Küll on ta andnud valu inimestele kell puudub peegel, küll teistele on ta tekitanud pooltosin pluss üks aastat ebaõnne - muidugi teenitult. Lamp on talle saanud südamelähedaseks, talle muu lamp küll väga ei istu - pole randoomsuse austaja.
Suured mustad kardinad muudavad niigi külma toa veelgi tumedamaks ja hirmuäratavamks ent samas kuidagi kutsuvalt... koduseks.
Kõik need pildid ja ämblikud aga ei aita kaasa araknofoobidele.
Talle meeldib neid kokku lugeda: üks, kaks, kolm, neli, viis, kuus, seitse, kaheksa, üheksa, kümme, üksteist, kaksteist, kolmteist, neliteist, viisteist, kuusteist ja seitseteist.
Seitseteist pluss kaks; üks voodis, teine kapis muude luukerede vahel.
Voodialune on delikaatne võrgustik sõna originaalses tähenduses.
Kapi oma on ühte koljusse sarnase moodustise tekitanud, ripub praegugi silmaaugus.
Mõlemad on ta head sõbrad, voodialune tuiab ka niisama mujal ringi, tekitab võrke kui austusmärke jääkuningannale, jääkuninganna jätab neid ka aegajalt alles, et neid tõesti imetlete. Kapi oma ei taha aga välja tulla kartes repressiooni.
Ta lemmiksõna? Müsteerium. Nagu see sõna on müsteerium sest ta ei avalda seda, ta ainult narrib ja õrritab sellega aga ei avalda. Jääkuninganna.
Suured mustad kardinad muudavad niigi külma toa veelgi tumedamaks ja hirmuäratavamks ent samas kuidagi kutsuvalt... koduseks.
Kõik need pildid ja ämblikud aga ei aita kaasa araknofoobidele.
Talle meeldib neid kokku lugeda: üks, kaks, kolm, neli, viis, kuus, seitse, kaheksa, üheksa, kümme, üksteist, kaksteist, kolmteist, neliteist, viisteist, kuusteist ja seitseteist.
Seitseteist pluss kaks; üks voodis, teine kapis muude luukerede vahel.
Voodialune on delikaatne võrgustik sõna originaalses tähenduses.
Kapi oma on ühte koljusse sarnase moodustise tekitanud, ripub praegugi silmaaugus.
Mõlemad on ta head sõbrad, voodialune tuiab ka niisama mujal ringi, tekitab võrke kui austusmärke jääkuningannale, jääkuninganna jätab neid ka aegajalt alles, et neid tõesti imetlete. Kapi oma ei taha aga välja tulla kartes repressiooni.
Ta lemmiksõna? Müsteerium. Nagu see sõna on müsteerium sest ta ei avalda seda, ta ainult narrib ja õrritab sellega aga ei avalda. Jääkuninganna.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The epic travel to the location socially known as: school
Exciting look into my exciting walk to school filled with excitement!
*Taam-taam-taam-taam* Hitchcocki "Psühho" tuntuima stseeni muusikalinetõus täitis mu toa enda madalakvaliteetse MIDI helinaga. See on mu äratus. Ma lükkan ta üheksa minutit edasi ja keeran teise külje. Üheksa minutit hiljem sama asi jälle, kordan sama protseduuri. Nii veel paar korda veel. Lõpuks ajan end üles kell kuus kolmkümmend ning loen inglise keele kaks teksti lõpuni. Lõpetan nendega kell seitse ja vaatan veel Näoraamatu üle, siis kähku duši alla, gruuming standard paika, riided kähku selga, kott kokku ja kohe õue bussi peale. Bussipeatus on väga lähedal ja ei võta üldse kaua aega et sinna jõuda. Väljas on juba nii mõnus ja valge, isegi linnukesed laulavad. See -20 kraadi ei kärise üldse nii hullult.
Hüppan number 63 peale ja kütan kesklinna suunas teele. Peale Poska peatust märkan trammi. Kreutzwaldis hüppan bussi pealt maha ja sätin sammud trammipeatuse poole, sinna saabub peagi number üks mis küll Tondile ei vii aga Hobujaama küll. Hobujaama jõudes astun maha ja märkan kaunist neiut. Hobujaamas pean ootama 2 minutit ning saabub ka number kolm millega saab Tondile. Vabaduse väljakul ronin maha ja sätin sammu kirdesse, valgusfoori juures aga kerge puänt ja suund kagusse, siis aga jälle kirdesse ja koolis ma ka olen!
*Taam-taam-taam-taam* Hitchcocki "Psühho" tuntuima stseeni muusikalinetõus täitis mu toa enda madalakvaliteetse MIDI helinaga. See on mu äratus. Ma lükkan ta üheksa minutit edasi ja keeran teise külje. Üheksa minutit hiljem sama asi jälle, kordan sama protseduuri. Nii veel paar korda veel. Lõpuks ajan end üles kell kuus kolmkümmend ning loen inglise keele kaks teksti lõpuni. Lõpetan nendega kell seitse ja vaatan veel Näoraamatu üle, siis kähku duši alla, gruuming standard paika, riided kähku selga, kott kokku ja kohe õue bussi peale. Bussipeatus on väga lähedal ja ei võta üldse kaua aega et sinna jõuda. Väljas on juba nii mõnus ja valge, isegi linnukesed laulavad. See -20 kraadi ei kärise üldse nii hullult.
Hüppan number 63 peale ja kütan kesklinna suunas teele. Peale Poska peatust märkan trammi. Kreutzwaldis hüppan bussi pealt maha ja sätin sammud trammipeatuse poole, sinna saabub peagi number üks mis küll Tondile ei vii aga Hobujaama küll. Hobujaama jõudes astun maha ja märkan kaunist neiut. Hobujaamas pean ootama 2 minutit ning saabub ka number kolm millega saab Tondile. Vabaduse väljakul ronin maha ja sätin sammu kirdesse, valgusfoori juures aga kerge puänt ja suund kagusse, siis aga jälle kirdesse ja koolis ma ka olen!
Monday, February 14, 2011
NATURALISM
A small text on the mathematics test in the naturalism flow of literature. Enjoy and/or vomit.
Ma vaatasin seda erutavat kuhja enda ees. Ma teadsin, et ta on must parem kuid ma siiski tahtsin teda teha. Ma ihalesin selle järele ehkki mul ei olnud kogemusi. Mul puudusid kõiksugu teadmised, ma olen ainult natuke kokku puutunud sellega ja ka need kogemused olid devasteerivad mu hingele. Pole hullu küll ma hakkama saan, ma pean lihtsalt puutuma tema tekstuuri, võtma endasse iga detaili ja kontrastiaimduse ja siis... ja siis ma alustan ja ei lõpeta enne kuni mu käsi on läbi kulutatud ja ta on täis märgitud minu hellade kuid siiski mingil määral rangete märkidejada.
Ma vaatasin seda erutavat kuhja enda ees. Ma teadsin, et ta on must parem kuid ma siiski tahtsin teda teha. Ma ihalesin selle järele ehkki mul ei olnud kogemusi. Mul puudusid kõiksugu teadmised, ma olen ainult natuke kokku puutunud sellega ja ka need kogemused olid devasteerivad mu hingele. Pole hullu küll ma hakkama saan, ma pean lihtsalt puutuma tema tekstuuri, võtma endasse iga detaili ja kontrastiaimduse ja siis... ja siis ma alustan ja ei lõpeta enne kuni mu käsi on läbi kulutatud ja ta on täis märgitud minu hellade kuid siiski mingil määral rangete märkidejada.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
*inhale*
*exhale*
*inhale*
*exhale*
*inhale*
*exhale*
*metal creaking*
*rushing steam sounds*
*single klaxon*
*metal creaking*
"Stabilizing air pressure and oxygen levels"
*stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp**stomp**stomp**stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp*
...
*stomp*
*electronic chirping*
*metallic slide sound*
"Welcome to the Administration deck, 'subject_title_here' 'subject_name_here'"
*stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp*
*metallic slide sound*
*stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp**stomp**stomp*
*stomp*
*klaxon*
"Hazardous materials detected. Activating quarantine!"
*breathing quickens*
*rise in heartbeat*
*stomp**stomp**stomp**stomp*
*metal CRASH!*
*plasma cutter firing*
*plasma cutter firing*
*plasma cutter firing*
*plasma cutter firing*
*stomp**stomp**stomp*
*stomp*
*metal CRASH!*
*plasma cutter firing*
*plasma cutter firing*
*click**buzz**click**buzz**click**buzz*
"Fuck!"
*sound of flesh being torn apart*
*platter of blood hitting the ground*
...
You are dead. Load last checkpoint?
*exhale*
*inhale*
*exhale*
*inhale*
*exhale*
*metal creaking*
*rushing steam sounds*
*single klaxon*
*metal creaking*
"Stabilizing air pressure and oxygen levels"
*stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp**stomp**stomp**stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp*
...
*stomp*
*electronic chirping*
*metallic slide sound*
"Welcome to the Administration deck, 'subject_title_here' 'subject_name_here'"
*stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp*
*metallic slide sound*
*stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp**stomp**stomp*
*stomp*
*klaxon*
"Hazardous materials detected. Activating quarantine!"
*breathing quickens*
*rise in heartbeat*
*stomp**stomp**stomp**stomp*
*metal CRASH!*
*plasma cutter firing*
*plasma cutter firing*
*plasma cutter firing*
*plasma cutter firing*
*stomp**stomp**stomp*
*stomp*
*metal CRASH!*
*plasma cutter firing*
*plasma cutter firing*
*click**buzz**click**buzz**click**buzz*
"Fuck!"
*sound of flesh being torn apart*
*platter of blood hitting the ground*
...
You are dead. Load last checkpoint?
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Sunny Inn
June 14, 2008
Ah my first day in sunny Wales! I don't even know why I chose to come here, I mean I barely know anything about Wales and yet here I am. Man, I sure love following my impulses!
The weather is lovely! Warm and sunny, not a cloud in sight. I think I should follow my impulses a lot more often!
June 15, 2008
It is my second day here in Wales, haven't spotted any dragons yet but there's plenty of sheep going around! Apparently the Welsh don't love sheep jokes... I wonder why.
OH! Almost forgot, I heard some Welsh today, amazing language.
I'm a bit worried about the weather though, it's getting a bit cloudy.
June 16, 2008
Damn it all! It's been raining the whole day and I ran my car off the road, luckily I see an inn up ahead, I could probably get a room there.
...
Get this, the inn is named The Sunny Inn, ironic, isn't it?
Got me a nice cosy room, can't really tell you more about the outside since it's so damn dark but the inn itself is really old and has a lot of aesthetic value! I think I'll settle in here for a bit longer, the owner doesn't seem to mind the new face!
...
June 23, 2008
I'm out of Hell. Oh why did I follow my instincts? WHY did I go to that cursed land?
I will quickly put down the notes of my body numbing, mind destabilising, soul wrecking trip to the Underworld, or to put it simply, Hell. I imagine at least it was Hell from the atrocieties I set my eyes upon. Fire, blood, death, agonies, the overall redness, the screams... the horrible screams that I can not get out of my head.
(Backstory work in progress for a possible map(mod) for Orange Box)
Ah my first day in sunny Wales! I don't even know why I chose to come here, I mean I barely know anything about Wales and yet here I am. Man, I sure love following my impulses!
The weather is lovely! Warm and sunny, not a cloud in sight. I think I should follow my impulses a lot more often!
June 15, 2008
It is my second day here in Wales, haven't spotted any dragons yet but there's plenty of sheep going around! Apparently the Welsh don't love sheep jokes... I wonder why.
OH! Almost forgot, I heard some Welsh today, amazing language.
I'm a bit worried about the weather though, it's getting a bit cloudy.
June 16, 2008
Damn it all! It's been raining the whole day and I ran my car off the road, luckily I see an inn up ahead, I could probably get a room there.
...
Get this, the inn is named The Sunny Inn, ironic, isn't it?
Got me a nice cosy room, can't really tell you more about the outside since it's so damn dark but the inn itself is really old and has a lot of aesthetic value! I think I'll settle in here for a bit longer, the owner doesn't seem to mind the new face!
...
June 23, 2008
I'm out of Hell. Oh why did I follow my instincts? WHY did I go to that cursed land?
I will quickly put down the notes of my body numbing, mind destabilising, soul wrecking trip to the Underworld, or to put it simply, Hell. I imagine at least it was Hell from the atrocieties I set my eyes upon. Fire, blood, death, agonies, the overall redness, the screams... the horrible screams that I can not get out of my head.
(Backstory work in progress for a possible map(mod) for Orange Box)
Hunger
They hunger.
But what is it exactly that they hunger for?
Back in the 19th, 20th and the first half of the 21st century the main gain was such a rudimentary thing named 'money', silly.
Curry noodles with BBQ sauce are amazing.
But what is it exactly that they hunger for?
Back in the 19th, 20th and the first half of the 21st century the main gain was such a rudimentary thing named 'money', silly.
Curry noodles with BBQ sauce are amazing.
It hurts
196 years ago the Body of the Bridgekeeper had perished in fire.
196 years into the future the Soul of the Bridgekeeper will perish in fire.
Now, the ripples in time have arrived to the Ethereal Realm, the destruction of the Mind of the Bridgekeeper opened up the Bridge and gave a way for the birth of the New Prince.
Chzo, the King. The God of Pain. The Elemental of Suffering.
The Prince gazed onto the New Prince and the Prince, the Arrogant Man, Cabadath knew the name of the King.
And the New Prince was perfect for he had gone through all the Blessed Agonies and then some, he had received physical pain in the from of shattering half his body, and the King liked this, he had received pain of the mind from being stuck in conditions that would break the strongest of minds, and the King liked this, he had received pain of the soul for meeting with a member of opposite sex and then immediatly losing her, and the King liked this.
He had put on the remaining garnments of the Body of the Bridgekeeper to avoid the death by the hands of Cabadath, the Arrogant Man, this in turn fused what had been left of the Bridgekeeper into the New Prince, and the King liked this.
Gazing at Chzo the New Prince knew what he had become and it hurts.
He was the new messenger of the King and it hurts.
He is amounts stronger than the Prince ever hoped to be and it hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts it hurts it hurts.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurt-
Inspired by the Chzo Mythos by Ben 'Yahtzee' Croshaw
196 years into the future the Soul of the Bridgekeeper will perish in fire.
Now, the ripples in time have arrived to the Ethereal Realm, the destruction of the Mind of the Bridgekeeper opened up the Bridge and gave a way for the birth of the New Prince.
Chzo, the King. The God of Pain. The Elemental of Suffering.
The Prince gazed onto the New Prince and the Prince, the Arrogant Man, Cabadath knew the name of the King.
And the New Prince was perfect for he had gone through all the Blessed Agonies and then some, he had received physical pain in the from of shattering half his body, and the King liked this, he had received pain of the mind from being stuck in conditions that would break the strongest of minds, and the King liked this, he had received pain of the soul for meeting with a member of opposite sex and then immediatly losing her, and the King liked this.
He had put on the remaining garnments of the Body of the Bridgekeeper to avoid the death by the hands of Cabadath, the Arrogant Man, this in turn fused what had been left of the Bridgekeeper into the New Prince, and the King liked this.
Gazing at Chzo the New Prince knew what he had become and it hurts.
He was the new messenger of the King and it hurts.
He is amounts stronger than the Prince ever hoped to be and it hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts it hurts it hurts.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurt-
Inspired by the Chzo Mythos by Ben 'Yahtzee' Croshaw
Thursday, January 27, 2011
...and it has been written in the scribes of times that, indeed in some time before our second Sungod Jesus Christ descended amongst us, it probably is not unknown that there were other Gods-lookers in the lands where the coasts are washed by the warm Mediterranean Sea.
There were the Ancient towns of Athena and Sparta, one ruled by women, the other by men. Now gather around for I will tell you the tale of how the two ended up in a small quarrel that swiftly was followed by some bloodshed.
Athena, daughter of Zeus, the God of Gods and master of lightning.
Sparta the daughter of Eurotas, the son of Myles, the one who gave us the mill.
Oh how did the two Godesses go into this fight?
Oh laugh at the irony of how the daughter of Zeus, the bringer of lightning and rain could ever get into a fight with the granddaughter of the one who puts bread on our tables and keeps us fed!
And yet, the battle happened...
Okay I ran out of ideas, I had an epic idea due to a little boys vs girls action at school some days ago but poof! they all gone!
There were the Ancient towns of Athena and Sparta, one ruled by women, the other by men. Now gather around for I will tell you the tale of how the two ended up in a small quarrel that swiftly was followed by some bloodshed.
Athena, daughter of Zeus, the God of Gods and master of lightning.
Sparta the daughter of Eurotas, the son of Myles, the one who gave us the mill.
Oh how did the two Godesses go into this fight?
Oh laugh at the irony of how the daughter of Zeus, the bringer of lightning and rain could ever get into a fight with the granddaughter of the one who puts bread on our tables and keeps us fed!
And yet, the battle happened...
Okay I ran out of ideas, I had an epic idea due to a little boys vs girls action at school some days ago but poof! they all gone!
Dream
Gonna go a bit offtopic in a way.
Today I suddenly remembered a dream I had one day, I really don't remember the details but I can give a quick overview.
Basically Tallinn was a bit bigger, I'd say the scale of New York but not as congested, more greener areas, less cars and generally quite bright in yellowish, warm tones.
I won't tell you how it began since I simply don't remember but sometime in I suddenly realized that there's a force occupying us. Now, I hear you go "omg Russia", no, surprisingly it was Italy. Yes, Italians occupied Tallinn, sadly they didn't bring pizza, they basically ruled with an iron fist.
Then the last thing I remember is a school that was fortified by the Estonian resistance and it was quite bombed to bits but it was warm out, like I said the yellow tones made it Falluja-esque.
And suddenly I saw things through the eyes of an Italian OOOOR I was just looking at things from another perspective.
Peculiar thing that brain of ours...
Today I suddenly remembered a dream I had one day, I really don't remember the details but I can give a quick overview.
Basically Tallinn was a bit bigger, I'd say the scale of New York but not as congested, more greener areas, less cars and generally quite bright in yellowish, warm tones.
I won't tell you how it began since I simply don't remember but sometime in I suddenly realized that there's a force occupying us. Now, I hear you go "omg Russia", no, surprisingly it was Italy. Yes, Italians occupied Tallinn, sadly they didn't bring pizza, they basically ruled with an iron fist.
Then the last thing I remember is a school that was fortified by the Estonian resistance and it was quite bombed to bits but it was warm out, like I said the yellow tones made it Falluja-esque.
And suddenly I saw things through the eyes of an Italian OOOOR I was just looking at things from another perspective.
Peculiar thing that brain of ours...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Winter
So... this Winter shit sucks major Crab ass.
I mean. Had I known that THIS would happen? Damn.
Uh, okay those just joining, basically two years ago we got our ass invaded by some mean looking Crab people. CRABS. Who the hell would've guessed our military might would be brought down by a couple of low intelligence beings.
Crabs man. Fudgeing crabs.
Oh right, the Winter. It's actually Summer BUT we decided to go all out nuclear when nothing worked. Well it worked alright.
I mean now we're are equal and working together in tribes!
God damn it all.
Crabs.
I mean. Had I known that THIS would happen? Damn.
Uh, okay those just joining, basically two years ago we got our ass invaded by some mean looking Crab people. CRABS. Who the hell would've guessed our military might would be brought down by a couple of low intelligence beings.
Crabs man. Fudgeing crabs.
Oh right, the Winter. It's actually Summer BUT we decided to go all out nuclear when nothing worked. Well it worked alright.
I mean now we're are equal and working together in tribes!
God damn it all.
Crabs.
November Juliet
"Hand me some November Juliet, will ya? Hey, are you asleep? WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
"MH what the fuck man? I was dreaming of Pamela Anderson!"
"Seriously? Pam? She's like... a hundred by now?"
"Yeaaah... but she was real hot back in the day!"
"Jesus... it's like your grandma or something!"
"Oh fuck off... what did you want anyway?"
"NOVEMBER JULIET!"
"We're out."
"Fuck."
"SIMMER DOWN!"
"Sorry Sarge..."
"Sorry Sarge..."
"Okay, attention now, we and Alpha company have a task to complete!"
"Alpha company, sir?"
"Mmmhm! Damn straight boy! Alpha God DARN company! Now interrupt me again and I'll put this fist so deep in your-"
"Sarge, what's the objective?"
"-ass. The objective is to take the city we see in front of us!"
"Uh... us, Alpha company, that's like... 140 men?"
"140 CYBERNETICALLY ENHANCED MEN!"
"Don't gay it up..."
"You know it's the truth, brah..."
"Hoorah..."
"Johnson is right, you all cost like... a million each! You better show taxpayers that they get their money's worth!
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Alpha company will join us in 2 klicks, we roll in 20 Mikes. You are relieved."
"Yes sir."
"Sir."
"MH what the fuck man? I was dreaming of Pamela Anderson!"
"Seriously? Pam? She's like... a hundred by now?"
"Yeaaah... but she was real hot back in the day!"
"Jesus... it's like your grandma or something!"
"Oh fuck off... what did you want anyway?"
"NOVEMBER JULIET!"
"We're out."
"Fuck."
"SIMMER DOWN!"
"Sorry Sarge..."
"Sorry Sarge..."
"Okay, attention now, we and Alpha company have a task to complete!"
"Alpha company, sir?"
"Mmmhm! Damn straight boy! Alpha God DARN company! Now interrupt me again and I'll put this fist so deep in your-"
"Sarge, what's the objective?"
"-ass. The objective is to take the city we see in front of us!"
"Uh... us, Alpha company, that's like... 140 men?"
"140 CYBERNETICALLY ENHANCED MEN!"
"Don't gay it up..."
"You know it's the truth, brah..."
"Hoorah..."
"Johnson is right, you all cost like... a million each! You better show taxpayers that they get their money's worth!
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Alpha company will join us in 2 klicks, we roll in 20 Mikes. You are relieved."
"Yes sir."
"Sir."
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The Hunt for Duel whilst circling our Dear Gaia
To be Continued... [if you are new to this the text begins FROM BELOW]
Year of Cleansing, Moon Cycle Two, Day Two
I will use the power created by my... our... Fathers. Come my dear Mount! COME TO ME!
Year of Cleansing, Moon Cycle Two, Day One
My brother is following me. Come, dear Omega, come End me.
Year Zero, Month of Two, Day Five
Coordinates: 52.52°N, 13.38°S
Greetings.
My hunt has brought me to... Germania. A lot of Darkness has been here. No matter now.
I can feel... electricity. How is this possible? What They called energy plants are no more.
All that remains are fields of Black, ominous places of distortion and Death.
Why did They torture Gaia if Gaia was so willing to give and nurture?
Could this be the link my Brother created with His centaur?
Year of Cleansing
I am the Beginning. I am the bringer of Light.
Year Zero, Month of Two, Day One
Coordinates: 51.5°N, 0.1167°W
Greetings.
Two months into when all of Men ceased to be.
All that is, is me and subject Alpha - the Children of Men!
I still wonder... how this became to be?
I, Omega, shall find the Beginning, the First and bring forth the End, the Last.
The two months have not been a struggle. No surprise... Men shaped us to be perfect.
Had they only known what would become of Alpha... me and my Brother are not the same, yet we are genetically identical, we may be twins for all They care, and yet he gave the beginning for Year Zero.
No time for regrets, I shall bring the end to this time of infamy.
My hunt begins in an area formerly known as... Londinium.
Year of Cleansing, Moon Cycle Two, Day Two
I will use the power created by my... our... Fathers. Come my dear Mount! COME TO ME!
Year of Cleansing, Moon Cycle Two, Day One
My brother is following me. Come, dear Omega, come End me.
Year Zero, Month of Two, Day Five
Coordinates: 52.52°N, 13.38°S
Greetings.
My hunt has brought me to... Germania. A lot of Darkness has been here. No matter now.
I can feel... electricity. How is this possible? What They called energy plants are no more.
All that remains are fields of Black, ominous places of distortion and Death.
Why did They torture Gaia if Gaia was so willing to give and nurture?
Could this be the link my Brother created with His centaur?
Year of Cleansing
I am the Beginning. I am the bringer of Light.
Year Zero, Month of Two, Day One
Coordinates: 51.5°N, 0.1167°W
Greetings.
Two months into when all of Men ceased to be.
All that is, is me and subject Alpha - the Children of Men!
I still wonder... how this became to be?
I, Omega, shall find the Beginning, the First and bring forth the End, the Last.
The two months have not been a struggle. No surprise... Men shaped us to be perfect.
Had they only known what would become of Alpha... me and my Brother are not the same, yet we are genetically identical, we may be twins for all They care, and yet he gave the beginning for Year Zero.
No time for regrets, I shall bring the end to this time of infamy.
My hunt begins in an area formerly known as... Londinium.
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