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| Sunday, December 21st, 2008 at 5:53:36 PM #8673 |
 Zurich Member 'Zü®¦©H' Level 5 Posts: 96 Submissions: 16  | BA and I have talked about this, both of us don't want to get rid of explorations. However the Tools section goes a bit unused. This leads us to the belief that we may be able to remove the Tools area, and turn it into "Stories" To do this, I'd like you to post a few of your stories in this topic. I've seen Darkharbinger and Ecko arguing for this, so I do expect something from you two. If they're worth it to us and the rest of the community, we can do this change. Otherwise it will be another feature change that gets ignored. |
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| Sunday, December 21st, 2008 at 6:35:03 PM #8682 |
 ecko Member 'MMA Expert' Level 27 Posts: 1,782 Submissions: 66 | I would like to see stories instead. The tools could also serve as the How Tos. I would like to submit some stories. |
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| Sunday, December 21st, 2008 at 7:07:24 PM #8686 |
 Toasty SysOp Level 40 Posts: 7,388 Submissions: 227 | Quote: To do this, I'd like you to post a few of your stories in this topic. I've seen Darkharbinger and Ecko arguing for this, so I do expect something from you two. |
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| Sunday, December 21st, 2008 at 7:50:47 PM #8697 |
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ecko Member 'MMA Expert' Level 27 Posts: 1,782 Submissions: 66 | Ohhhh, I didn't get that part. I thought he was saying he would like us to post in this topic. My bad. If I think of a story I'll post it. |
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| Sunday, December 21st, 2008 at 8:14:03 PM #8698 |
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Toasty SysOp Level 40 Posts: 7,388 Submissions: 227 | He was. |
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| Sunday, December 21st, 2008 at 8:16:06 PM #8699 |
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ecko Member 'MMA Expert' Level 27 Posts: 1,782 Submissions: 66 | I mean like.. post an argument. I keep messing up lmao. |
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| Sunday, December 21st, 2008 at 9:32:09 PM #8701 |
 Darkharbinger Member 'lord of teh lulz' Level 14 Posts: 3,047 Submissions: 16 | okay what I meant of by stories was actual fiction I wrote. fair enough? |
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| Sunday, December 21st, 2008 at 9:52:08 PM #8708 |
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Toasty SysOp Level 40 Posts: 7,388 Submissions: 227 | POST THE STORIES YOU'D OTHERWISE SUBMIT IN THIS TOPIC SO WE CAN REVIEW THEM AND DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT WE WANT TO MAKE A CATEGORY OF IT. NOTE: STORIES CANNOT VIOLATE COPYRIGHTS SUCH AS THE ONES YOUR EGGS, BLOGS, ETC ARE UNDER ON ROTTENEGGS.COM third time... |
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| Sunday, December 21st, 2008 at 11:29:42 PM #8715 |
| Mendric Removed Account | I've got a story: A man walks into a computer repair shop with his laptop and says "I think my computer has an illness" repairman looks at it and replies "well at least its not terminal." Now i'll just sit here and wait for the bad joke burgade to pick me up. But seriously yea i'd like to see a stories section.... if i post one and its not what your looking for i appologize. My life My name is Andrew Gimli; I use to be a sailor. It was years ago, back during the time the industrial revolution hit big through out the country. Then I got stricken with a disease, it was a radical new virus that was sweeping the country and had no cure. It didn’t affect me all of a sudden; it was a slow process, over years I got weaker by the day. I thought I had a good life; I never hurt anybody, killed anybody, threatened, or cussed. I tried to lead as good a life as I could. I was born in a small town called Caesar, Virginia, later to be known as Caesar, West Virginia twenty years later. The town itself was formed by lecre rednaxela in 1849 on a rainy night after he said he saw a vision of Caesar walking the shore line. In 1869 at the age of twenty I joined up with riverboat men hauling supplies up and down the Ohio. It was a decent paying job and I was able to feed myself, but all the time on the river isn’t good for a body so after five years of hauling, loading, sailing and delivering I gave it up. I now walk every inch of the one hundred feet of cemetery in Caesar watching over and tending the place, making sure no graves get harmed and no one disturbs the grounds. It’s a thankless job but I’m happy to do it. Today is my birthday, instead of going out for a drink or messing around with friends I am in this graveyard working. It was midnight, Andrew walked to one of the farthest ends of the cemetery collecting the flowers along the way ending up at a small grave half sunk in the dirt. It was a very old grave, weather-worn and eroded in parts but the name and date are clearly still visible. He looked down. My life became worse after I fell ill; I found it hard to walk, hard to eat, even hard to make a coherent thought. At the time I was thought to have been insane, so I was put in an institution and was there for two years. I had a deteriorating mental state that made me not the best person in the world and I was very forgetful at times. During my time there, right around the end of my second year I found myself in a fight with a man more insane than I was, he gave me a great gift. Andrew read the gravestone ‘Andrew Gimli, Born 1849 Died 1876 Beloved son.’ The year is 2008 and I have been dead in more ways than one for one hundred and fifty nine years. I have no regrets. I will not make excuses. My only problem is I can’t leave this cemetery. Granger Thomas 11-26-2008 Belmont, West Virginia |
| Monday, December 22nd, 2008 at 12:52:33 AM #8719 |
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Toasty SysOp Level 40 Posts: 7,388 Submissions: 227 | See, like that. This much work to get stories out of people is a bit much to make a submission category out of. Thanks Mr. Thomas. |
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| Monday, December 22nd, 2008 at 1:21:10 AM #8725 |
| Mendric Removed Account | Thank you, btw thats my pen name  |
| Monday, December 22nd, 2008 at 4:48:39 PM #8776 |
| DarkestAngel Removed Account | Nice Mendric. Imaginative. I wouldnt mind seeing stories come back if people posted decent shit. There was so much muddled, misspelled bullshit the first time, they werent worth reading |
| Monday, December 22nd, 2008 at 5:19:47 PM #8779 |
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Darkharbinger Member 'lord of teh lulz' Level 14 Posts: 3,047 Submissions: 16 | Billy manages to pop on out every once in a while |
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| Monday, December 22nd, 2008 at 9:25:01 PM #8832 |
| DarkestAngel Removed Account | Quote: manages to pop on out every once in a whileSounds like you're talkin about Amish havin kids |
| Wednesday, December 24th, 2008 at 6:10:32 AM #8908 |
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Toasty SysOp Level 40 Posts: 7,388 Submissions: 227 | One story so far? I'm leaning towards no. Seems like the two people who wanted it most don't care enough to do this. I can't go making a large site change like that for nothing. |
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| Sunday, December 28th, 2008 at 7:08:09 PM #9549 |
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Darkharbinger Member 'lord of teh lulz' Level 14 Posts: 3,047 Submissions: 16 | lol temper tempter sir, as the song says "if you want it, here it is come and get it".... What the Darkness Brings "If it is always darkest before the dawn, then what comes before the darkness?" Oh how I hate the light; that cursed, burning light that unravels all of the world's secrets and destroys the shadows. The cruel light of an unloving world that allows the crime of a broken heart to exist. Would that the light not exist, for then peace would come to this tired old rock we call earth. The darkness is much better, with its cool and loving embraces. No one is imperfect or unwanted in the darkness. With the light comes pain and hiding, but with the night comes pleasure and freedom. Curse all the gods that ever were that there was ever something called the day. I was born a child of the light, and was forced into the ant-like existence of humanity. In the world of the light he who has the most toys wins and those who don't aren't worthy of your time. I didn't have all the flash and cash or all of the new clothes, and so I was the butt of all the jokes. I was the unpopular student at school, the one that no one wanted to be seen with. The one whose clothes didn't always match and whose hair might not always be perfectly neat. Some days I would hate everything, everyone and everything. But it was not just the people I hated; it was the light that made them blind to inner beauty. They could only see what was on the outside. Oh how lonely I was in the light; I had no friends, no love, and no hope. A creature without hope is a creature whose soul hovers above the abyss of despair, dangerously close to the edge. How can any sane person stand to live in the light? The light is where ideas of beauty and perfection are chiseled in stone and those in power sit behind oak desks, blind to all but themselves. Anything different is to be shunned in the light, and woe unto the outsider for he will be hated because he is out of the ordinary. What cruel God would give us the need for love and then put us into the light where our imperfections make us outcasts in the world of the beautiful people? I am a child of that God no more, for now I am the child of one far darker. Let the God of light stay with the hypocrites and name callers who worship him for only what he might give them, not out of love. The world is not His fault, but He made people who and what they are. The call of the night is the only religion I need now. I wanted to die under the light's cruel weight, but I was able to escape from it when my dark angel brought me across the red waters. Since I could not wait for death, it kindly waited for me and now I am free of the crushed hopes and broken hearts that sought to drag me down like some infernal stone; free of the unkind lashings of ill found prejudices and the mournful tears that sought to wash me away. My heart had been broken into splinters because of a love unwanted and unshared, and it nearly destroyed me. But who needs the love of women who can see only material things and how they shine in the light when I have the caresses of my night-sisters who nurse me in our coven of shadows. What do the daughters of Eve know of love, or of kindness and generosity? Nothing. They know only lies and greed, pettiness and narrow-minded ambition. They do not desire, nor care, to know anything different. And the light is welcome to them for the daughters of Lilith make far better lovers than the daughters of Eve do anyway. My eyes have now been opened and I know things that those of the light could only dream of knowing, perhaps except in their nightmares. I have feasted on gore soaked carrion during the Great Sabbat on All Hallows Eve and have drunk the blood of both sinner and saint alike. In the end there is no difference between the two. I have slept in the long forgotten tombs of great kings under the dark sands of Egypt. I have danced amongst the dead in ruined cemeteries, and given my dark kiss to maidens who slumbered and dreamed of great passions. I saved them from the pain they would have succumbed to, for there is no love in the light. I have heard the whispers of dead voices that soothed me to sleep in their subtle tongues. I have bore witness to thousands of rites and orgies; great sacrifices where the cries of pain are mingled with the howls of elder daemons whose cults are far older than those of the carpenter from Nazareth. And here I am loved and wanted, never rejected for being different. Amongst the creatures of the night I feel kinship and together we sing to the moon. Tonight the mystic circle comes around again, like a ring that was discarded in the trash only to reappear one day on the finger of she who once threw it away. I had love once in the light, or at least I had thought so. She and I were best friends and nearly soul mates, but she would not have me because I didn't have all the things she wanted. She left me for a new, richer boyfriend who had the nice car and money that I did not. I nearly killed myself over her loss for I loved her so, but then my dark savior found me and breathed into me the gift of the blood, which was as ancient as time. She threw me away like week old garbage for him, but in the end life is like a great wheel and what you do will always come back to you in the end. For now it is my turn to give this gift as soon as the hateful, cursed sun goes down. Tonight is her prom night, which is fitting for soon we shall make the whole world dance with the dead. I will creep into her bedroom and give her the kisses that I have longed to give her; I will kiss her to death I love her so. Then she will be mine and will join me in the night's freedom. We will make love in the pyramids of Egypt and the catacombs of Rome. She will see me as I really am, and what her light blinded eyes have showed her. There are none so blind as those who will not see. Ah yes, the eternally cursed sun has set and soon the loving moon will rise. Now I am at her window, waiting for her to go to sleep after her big night. When she awakes she will be different, and with me forever. Then we will hunt with the werewolves and travel far into the dark earth where ancient cities have lain undisturbed for great aeons. Let the children of the light drive their mini-vans and buy time shares, let them parade in ignorance and be unmindful of the shadows for me and my love will walk the great gulfs of night together and feast upon them in their sleep. Even though she broke my heart I will give her my greatest gift, and that is to know what the darkness brings |
Don't EVER try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal. |
| Tuesday, December 30th, 2008 at 12:42:33 PM #9787 |
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Darkharbinger Member 'lord of teh lulz' Level 14 Posts: 3,047 Submissions: 16 | okay I posted, what did you guys think |
Don't EVER try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal. |
| Wednesday, December 31st, 2008 at 8:25:04 AM #9892 |
| Mendric Removed Account | I thought it was very good, you should put the audio version we made on your member page. |
| Wednesday, December 31st, 2008 at 8:45:10 AM #9894 |
| twistedtransistor Removed Account | Quote GMT..I mean DA: I have feasted on gore soaked carrion during the Great Sabbat on All Hallows Eve and have drunk the blood of both sinner and saint alike. In the end there is no difference between the two.That part was awesome. Btw can the stories be of drug experiences? cause i could post quite a few. |
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| Wednesday, December 31st, 2008 at 2:38:53 PM #9905 |
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Darkharbinger Member 'lord of teh lulz' Level 14 Posts: 3,047 Submissions: 16 | how would I put it on my memember page lol |
Don't EVER try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal. |