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11671
« on: July 30, 2014, 03:32:30 PM »
I'm locked out of it forever now. Can't get back in, and can't make a new account. My time on Bungie.Net is now over folks.
Don't fuck this site up because I have nowhere else to go now.
11672
« on: July 29, 2014, 02:28:27 PM »
I got stabbed in the leg for breaking up a scuffle when I was visiting my home province a few years ago.
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Saskatchewan is nice...
My home province, my origin one, is BC. Like hell I'd ever meet anybody with a knife in Saskatchewan unless I went to the shitty cities.
11673
« on: July 29, 2014, 02:18:09 PM »
Needs more lens flare, swag, mtn. dew, doritos, and dubstep music that's too loud in the background.
You mean like this?
11674
« on: July 29, 2014, 02:16:26 PM »
I got stabbed in the leg for breaking up a scuffle when I was visiting my home province a few years ago.
11675
« on: July 29, 2014, 02:00:39 PM »
Speaking of Smiggles has anyone invited her?
And where's Elegiac?
I spoke to Smiggs a while back, when we had the first site up and running. I'm afraid we won't be seeing them in any capacity. Clocking in too much work.
11676
« on: July 29, 2014, 01:59:21 PM »
Actually, as I work on things, I'll leave a bit here on the writing I'm working on. Keep in mind, this is a rough draft, so I'm not done yet. Stuff will be a little iffy.
Somewhere in England, 1840
The door creaked open, as the sound of rainfall outside could be heard as it shuttered to a close. In its wake, stepped a man clad in a large overcoat. The man stepped into an old shop, the air of paper greeting him, as hundreds of books lay stacked about in a haphazard manner. From behind a counter, a middle aged man approached, his face contorting to one of surprise when he gazed on the guest in his humble abode. The man approached the overcoat clad stranger, reaching out a hand.
?My god. It?s really you isn?t it??
Obata nodded, reaching out a hand and grasping the man?s firmly. He smiled.
?Yes Doctor. I have come to give my last will and testament to you on this day. It has been many years since I?ve seen you. I am surprised that you still hold residence here.?
The middle aged man gestured, trying to pull Obata along to the quiet parts of his shop.
?Come, sit down, please, make yourself comfortable. I?ll fetch some paper.?
Obata obliged, sitting down at an old table in the back, sighing as he did. The doctor came back in a hurried manner with stacks of paper. Obata held a hand out as the doctor sat down with him.
?Doctor, if you would be so kind, I would wish to write on my own, in my homeland?s language.?
The doctor quietly nodded.
?Thank you. I will tell you my tale as I write.?
The doctor handed Obata what he would need to write. Obata nodded, eyeing up the doctor.
?This has been a long time coming old friend. For your patience with me on my journey, I will share everything with you today before I depart.?
The doctor poured himself water from a kettle and handed it to Obata, pouring himself some as well.
?Take it my friend. Surely, you will need it to tell your tale.?
Obata nodded.
?Thank you. Where to begin? I am Obata Yoshimoto. My former life, was that of a warrior. A Samurai. A life well lived and fought, until I failed my master. I am the Man of a Thousand Swords, more commonly known as the Nothing Man. I will tell you my tale, of how I fought my greatest battle long ago, before I go to fight my greatest battle today. I will tell you of the invisible demon, Mu-onna, and the terrible wrath I faced so long ago. This is the story of my life, and my death.?
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Obata looked out to the fog shrouded world around him, clutching his sword at hand in its scabbard. He, and other Samurai, along with his Master himself, traveled the fog shrouded roads. Their purpose here today was to slay a demon, of immense power, one who had been terrorizing the land for months now. Obato?s Daimyo, normally a calculating man, had been driven so far that he himself would enter the field of battle today, in the hopes of expelling the scourge from his land.
At first, everything began with dissappearances. Small village warriors would go missing in the night or the day. And then, their bodies were discovered. Hanging from trees, stripped of their weapons, clothing, and skin. At first, rival lords were the subject of doubt, or wandering bands of vagrants, out to intimidate and frighten. Villages fell under waves of fear, and eventually, what was thought to be the work of vagrants soon gave rise to the Demon, a Mu-onna. The woods held whispers some said, while all around there was nothing to be seen. Warriors would disappear, and were finally discovered, all of them killed and displayed in the same manner, with no marks of any sort left behind.
Which was why today it was going to end. Obata would fight alongside his Master to vanquish the evil in his land, a tale to be told in legends no doubt. The group had now traveled beyond the small village that was currently being terrorized, and were hoping to draw the demon out by their presence. So far, it only claimed warriors, but it taunted others, whispered to them from nowhere, spoke to them, told them to seek the strongest. The Mu-onna would have the strongest today.
It was not long before the group of warriors discovered a sign. From up high in the ancient bamboo forest, tied to a rope, hung a body. Obata?s master and the rest of the warriors looked on high to the scene. The bamboo was neither bent nor broken, and there wasn?t so much as a trace of any tracks or marks. The frightened words of the commoners must be true then. This really was a Mu-onna. Traditionally, a woman made of nothing. But this dark spirit really did act like it was made of nothing.
A still set over the forest, and suddenly a coldness washed over the warriors. A small river gurgled nearby in the silence. The birds were silent. And in the damp, yet unworldly heat, a feeling befell all, as they were being watched. The silence was broken, as Obata?s master drew his sword, and looked out into the damp fog. Likewise, 12 other men drew their swords, waiting and ready. The Mu-onna was here.
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?A Mu-onna??
?Yes. I have no reason to lie to you my friend. What I fought was real. More real than you could ever know.?
Obata?s long time friend, Doctor Peter Cane, poured more water into Obata?s empty tea cup.
?I?m afraid I?m having a little trouble digesting this all my friend. Your culture, has always been? fascinating to me. But unless I was there myself to see with my own eyes, I?m not sure what you say is accurate. You say men were hanged from trees, with no skin to be found??
?That is correct Doctor. Every word I say is truth. I lay witness to the slaughter of 12 noble men, and eventually, even my own master.?
Dr. Peter?s face had washed over with a look of confusion, perhaps even doubt at Obata?s words. Obata had long since ignored this. His friend, above all others was intrigued by the otherworldly, and although he was for a time, a Doctor, his profession had long since changed hands, to that of a simple record keeper. But even in such a job the old Doctor still found himself drawn to things unknown. And Obata had always been a mystery to him. The Nothing Man, Master of a Thousand Swords.
Obata took a long drink from his tea, before scrolling down the parchment once more. He looked up to his longtime friend.
?Doctor, if you did not believe what I have told you so far, you will have a hard time believing this.?
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Obata?s ears rung like the bells of a great temple, as he shook his head, and stood, unsteady on his feet. He staggered as he clutched his first sword, and at last his vision came back to him completely. Before him lay his Master and 10 other Samurai, all coming back to their feet. But a few feet away from him, sat the remains of one man. There was nothing left but a small crater and smoke, and charred bits of armour. It was like he had been struck by thunder on the spot from some angry god.
From all around them, the forest was filled with whispers, echoes of men, many men, from all over. And then there was laughter. The remaining Samurai stood tall as the forest around them swayed in the wind, as the voices of the fallen taunted them. Obata?s Master raised his sword in defiance, showing that he was not afraid. As one, the remaining 11 Samurai raised their swords as well. And then, the laughter ceased. The forest went silent on the wind, as the small river gurgled on by as normal.
Another unease crept over the warriors, as all that remained was the still of the forest, and the ashen crater of the one who had been claimed. The silence was almost deafening, as all sat, waiting, for something. And then, one of the men began shouting. And then, Obata saw it. Three red eyes, glaring at one of the men, right over his chest. And, like another thunder strike, Obata was sent sprawling to the forest floor as a wave of fire washed over him, and Bamboo splintered from the shockwaves. The same ringing filled his ears as he stood once more, to see the dirt spray up earth a few meters from him. As he looked on, trying to be steady on his feet, he saw the charred remains of another warrior, and then heard a scream.
Another warrior charged towards seemingly nothing, and to Obata?s astonishment, began sparring with thin air. Steel sung in the air as it clashed, and the warrior was knocked down, and then, as the air blurred ever so slightly, the warrior clutched his chest, as he was gutted by nothing, and then, lay still. Other warriors were coming to their feet now, and saw the spectacle before them. But Obata saw something else. Blood, outlined on something, a curved blade, floating in thin air. Before he could say anything, Obata?s master charged head on, which prompted the other Samurai who were standing to charge as well, uttering their cries of war, as they charged head on towards the dark spirit.
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There's more, but this place can't fit all the writing in one spot. So, for the time being, I'll leave this as is. If you folks want to read a little bit more, just ask and I can put down what I've got so far.
11677
« on: July 29, 2014, 01:46:41 PM »
Unfortunately, I lack a single artistic bone in my body.
Unless you count writing as art, which no one does.
I do compatriot. Out of all the things I've ever tried, and continue to learn today, writing has always been the strongest medium of which I could create, pour my thoughts into, and give life to what I see. Don't underestimate the power of words, and don't give up on people, because if you look hard enough, they're out there, in the shadows. All you have to do is shed a little light.
11678
« on: July 29, 2014, 01:29:02 PM »
Funny this should pop up. Currently, I'm about to start a project based off one of my stories. I gotta finish the story first, but in the meantime, I'm thinking about how to do things. It'll be interesting if I can muster things together and finish it. When I do happen to finish it, I'll post it here.
11679
« on: July 29, 2014, 01:25:48 PM »
2deep4me
That's why you wear rubber boots!
11680
« on: July 29, 2014, 12:36:53 PM »
My summer Castro cap, my winter hat, two pairs of work gloves, a fancy coat, my work coat, my work gear, my winter coat, a sweater, a big comfy chair, a pouch full of tools, and a gift bag.
I put on my work robes and castro cap.
11681
« on: July 29, 2014, 12:31:32 PM »
what is the point of this thread. memories are simply some combination of chemicals and electrical impulses. there's nothing more to it. a hard drive is as mysterious and powerful as a memory is, which is to say it isn't.
On the contrary, that's about as wrong as you can get. A hard drive bears a lot of similarities to memories. But if you break things down, on the smallest level you can, that data, that information stored in particles and electric impulses, is physical because everything in existence is grounded on the interactions of atomic structures. String theory is the idea that a particle exists with a potential. A long string of what it could be, what it could form, and what it could come out as. And it's been proven in their tests with random outcomes every time.
A memory holds more weight than you know. It produces emotions, it produces thoughts, which in turn can translate into you acting based off them in the here and now, which in turn influences the future.
The point of this thread, is to step back and look at things in a different potential light.
Memories and hard drives both use physical mediums for storage. They're fundamentally the same. Obviously, we don't quite understand how memories work yet, but that doesn't mean that anyone relevant assumes that there's anything unexplainable going on.
A hard drive can hold just as much weight as a memory. What if that hard drive contains the launch codes for a middle defense system? The actions of that artificial system can have much more widespread effects than a human spurred by an emotional reaction to a memory.
There ya go! Was a little discussion so hard? The interesting thing about that hard drive with launch codes and access to weapons of large scale destruction, is that it was created by somebody. Somebody with their own memories, their own goals and reasons for creating such a thing. People, as a whole, are small. And so are our actions. They're a very, very long line of a sequence of events that happened beforehand that leads up to something, that continues going on, forever really. But our machinations, are designed to induce widespread change through a very small series of events, sort of like a condensed stack. Picture a Human life as an enormous stack of papers, thick and heavy. And every piece of paper is a decision, an event, or a memory. And they all add up together and keep growing exponentially in a bigger and bigger pile. Meanwhile, this wee little chip has the launch codes for missiles. Plugged into the right port, you get a nice little yes or no prompt. Hit the button, and all of a sudden, as a result of those few little things, basically, you create a very big stack of papers, which represent multiple events for multiple people and things happening in a very short time frame. It's all one big chain, and no matter how you look at it, it results in the same end. The collective thoughts and works of no doubt hundreds, if not thousands of people went into creating that missile system. All the memories, all the experiences, everything, lead up to the creation of that system. And that system needs to be activated by someone, who in turn has their own reasons and goals. Which will cause no doubt, many more events for the people who are fired upon. Ripples in a pond. Humans are small, and singular. But we build machines that do more than act for just one. But the sum of those machines are the people behind them.
11682
« on: July 29, 2014, 11:20:36 AM »
what is the point of this thread. memories are simply some combination of chemicals and electrical impulses. there's nothing more to it. a hard drive is as mysterious and powerful as a memory is, which is to say it isn't.
On the contrary, that's about as wrong as you can get. A hard drive bears a lot of similarities to memories. But if you break things down, on the smallest level you can, that data, that information stored in particles and electric impulses, is physical because everything in existence is grounded on the interactions of atomic structures. String theory is the idea that a particle exists with a potential. A long string of what it could be, what it could form, and what it could come out as. And it's been proven in their tests with random outcomes every time. A memory holds more weight than you know. It produces emotions, it produces thoughts, which in turn can translate into you acting based off them in the here and now, which in turn influences the future. The point of this thread, is to step back and look at things in a different potential light.
11683
« on: July 29, 2014, 11:12:19 AM »
If memories don't decay and stay in place, then they wouldn't be atoms because the atoms decay and are replaced. I take that to mean we have a soul and higher purpose/power.
Aha, but not all memories. We can succumb to brain damage, contract diseases that errode our memories and so on. Atoms decay over time, but they are never destroyed. At a core level, an atom is always still around. You don't ever "lose" atoms, or gain them. They are simply re-purposed. In that regard, I mean that the universe itself is a living entity. And we are a part of it, much like the cells in our own bodies. But we are simply bound to our level of perspective. Yes, we may have a soul. But we are not distinct in this manner, because we are the universe, and it is us.
11684
« on: July 29, 2014, 11:06:00 AM »
People are hoping to develop biological computers that can store a large amount of memory. So that would be interesting.
Folks have already created the first quantum computer. It's still very basic, but they've proven that they can use particles as a means for communication and as the ultimate form of security.
11685
« on: July 29, 2014, 10:57:44 AM »
So, a few months back, a really nice cat of ours passed away, and my little niece was quite upset about it. The cat was an old brick, built like a tank and a fighter, but gentle and lovey as could be. Jump on your shoulder, waterworks drooling right away when you gave him some affection kind of deal. And, naturally, she was quite sad about it. Everybody was really. But I was talking to her about things, and I randomly mentioned that she still had all her memories of him. As long as she had those, in some sense, he was always still around. But it got me thinking.
What is a memory? How does it work? From a scientific perspective, a memory comes from your brain, which is a complex web of bioelectric connections and neurons. These networks carry everything to and from our brain. Impulses, feelings and so on. But that's just the scientific aspect of it. I'm asking something a little different.
What, is a memory? At first glance, it's an image. A window to another time. A feeling. All inside your head. But you can't physically touch a memory. You cant, pick a memory out of somebodies head and look at it like you would a book. Every memory we have is uniquely our own, just like our ideas, and everything else inside our heads.
Although we may never be able to physically touch a memory, I propose to you this. Everything around us, at the most basic, fundamental level is a soup. A big soup of atomic structures all interacting amongst one another. Everything in our universe is built off this. So, therefore, it makes sense to say that, in order to have thought, in order to have memory, a physical universe must be present right? And what that means is, memories, and by extension thoughts, are physical. Some part of them must have a physical grounding in reality and the universe around us.
So what does that mean? It means, that in some sense, a memory is a very real thing. A memory is a physical thing, a place, a person, an event, anything your brain has ever witnessed. What gets more interesting, is that due to decay, approximately every year, our body is composed of new atoms, meaning old ones are lost and found again in the structure of the universe. And yet our memories remain intact, grounded in a central place. But who's to say in that decay, that in the long line of particle string theory, your memories don't exist as part of our big vast universe? And perhaps, when you die, what you are, what you've seen, returns to the universe as a whole?
We could even take it one more step further, and say that maybe, in some strange sense, thoughts and memories are like time travel. Memories hold the past, always the past. They contain everything you ever saw or did over the span of your life. And thoughts? Thoughts are the future. Thoughts hold the power to change the world, change the environment, change you and the world around you. Ideas and inventions were eventually made a reailty by those who had the knowledge and perseverance to keep trying, and eventually, that idea, that far off dream, a future, became the present. And we are solely creatures of here and now, acting on instinct and what's happening to us in the present.
So when you die, you return to the fabric of the universe. Like string theory, which continues to ever allude and confuse scientists with supposedly random results, maybe our memories are absorbed into this potential string. And, maybe, those you've lost aren't ever truly gone so long as you keep their memories alive. And one day, you'll return to the dust from which you came. But you won't be gone. For we are eternal.
11686
« on: July 29, 2014, 09:02:47 AM »
If I had any power here, I'd take you, and the other asshats who brought the ship down, take you out back, and old yeller all of you.
So in that regard, enjoy your stay.
Well shit, glad to see you changed your mind Sandtrap
Friend of mine did some talking. Although I'm not posting anymore on Bungie.tet, this place isn't Bungie.net. I never did give things a second chance, so I'll try, one last round with this place.
Aah right, you spoke to Relatively Quiet?
Yeppers. They where on here for a little while as well watching the progress of things. Said it'd be nice if I showed back up in some regard, since apparently my adios amigos thread got more attention than anything I've ever posted in the history of me being there. Guess somebody was actually going to miss me. And, I'm an advocate for second chances in most regards. I didn't give the second site a second chance and then it got shot down anyway. But this one seems like it might fare something better. So I'll show my silly carcass once more.
11687
« on: July 29, 2014, 08:55:06 AM »
If somebody's giving a really hard time, you take a perverbial shotgun, drag the user out back, and old yeller them, quick, simple, no more bullshit.
No exceptions and no favoritism. If a thread needs locking, you shut the damn thing down without a delay. If a user needs to be put down, you do so without waiting around for them to cause more damage.
Go about your business like you normally would. You're just a dude here with access to more buttons to push than the rest.
It's your call on everything. Don't wait around for a consensus from the site, or any higher ups. You get there, look things over, and then make your call on who gets what.
11688
« on: July 29, 2014, 08:17:04 AM »
If I had any power here, I'd take you, and the other asshats who brought the ship down, take you out back, and old yeller all of you.
So in that regard, enjoy your stay.
Well shit, glad to see you changed your mind Sandtrap
Friend of mine did some talking. Although I'm not posting anymore on Bungie.tet, this place isn't Bungie.net. I never did give things a second chance, so I'll try, one last round with this place.
11689
« on: July 29, 2014, 01:34:26 AM »
If I had any power here, I'd take you, and the other asshats who brought the ship down, take you out back, and old yeller all of you.
So in that regard, enjoy your stay.
11690
« on: July 29, 2014, 01:12:41 AM »
A map with a lot of memories that also happened to have moonbaby activity in it sometime or another.
Sandtrap!
Fashionably late, as ever. Don't nuke this fucking site again or I'll be gone for sure. I wasn't even going to bother coming aboard until somebody talked me into it.
Admin owns the server himself. There's no way this place can get nuked unless we turn it into some sort of CP upload site.
But someone can turn it into a war ground like the last one. There's always one asshat who abuses things. It'll happen one day.
11691
« on: July 29, 2014, 12:16:55 AM »
It's a pretty solid game. But there's no doubt that there's a few glaring shortcomings. I can feel it in my bones that the game will be too short. I have a feeling that old russia is the only area on Earth rather than the locations they mentioned before.
Multiplayer will die out after 2 weeks- month.
I feel like even though Bungie was trying for unique diversity, I have a feeling things will get old fast. Like every planet, regardless of the enemies on it, will be the same old chore. To me, the classes seem redundant. There really isn't a different playstyle to them, and they don't really seem like classes at all.
And all this is made worse by the fact that this was not a Beta. That was a demo in every single sense of the word. Betas. by nature, are months long. And in that timespan, a lot of things can change. 1 week isn't enough to gather suffiecient data and make allocated changes.
11692
« on: July 29, 2014, 12:07:24 AM »
A map with a lot of memories that also happened to have moonbaby activity in it sometime or another.
Sandtrap!
Fashionably late, as ever. Don't nuke this fucking site again or I'll be gone for sure. I wasn't even going to bother coming aboard until somebody talked me into it.
11693
« on: July 29, 2014, 12:05:54 AM »
A map with a lot of memories that also happened to have moonbaby activity in it sometime or another.
You're here <3
For how ever long this tub stays afloat, I suppose so.
11694
« on: July 28, 2014, 11:54:52 PM »
A map with a lot of memories that also happened to have moonbaby activity in it sometime or another.
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