Aenivae_Ikeda

Yeah I would but... My job doesn't pay enough for me to be able to afford good programs and I'm not really into illegal downloading of programs, so I use what I have.

What's a pad, and by mouse.

Hmmm maybe I should try entering some writing contests... Good job buddy-o pal I hope your play makes it to number one.

I was really bored this morning and ended up getting really enveloped in a picture I am now happy to share with you. The first one is the original, and the second one is the nametag+some random crap. Also I only used the generic paint program for windows so it's not all flashy and decked out hardcore. http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=36847485&imageID=1448575847 http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=36847485&imageID=1449534069

Good god, that's absurd... Not to be cliche but: "Videogames made me do it!" Seriously though, what's the point? There aren't that many good launch-games so why "kill" someone for something that isn't even very good yet.

It was a drug. The man essentially commited suicide by not getting vaccinated. Anyways, here's another little something I just decided to write. I am the apotheosis of self-destruction, within me there is the silence of the sighing for the crying of those who cannot die and yet who live as if they rot. I am the apotheosis of decay and remorse for those who go and those who have gone for in me there is the truth of desparation and you shall know that apart from me there is no end, only the cycles of oblivion I am the apotheosis of fear in the darkness that roosts within the heart of the small and the minds of the weak as these are the one's whom I prey and whom I take as mine child as Jesus did the world, but in myself there is the knowledge of withdrawal into the deeper horrors of the world. I am the apotheosis of avarice in the hearts of the good, becoming unto the world and unto myself the undoer of the masses and the forebear of the grapes of wrath sown so subtle amidst the gluttonous and the ignorant. I am the apotheosis of mortallity drawn out to symbolize and enunciate the drowning of babies in rivers of tears, and the extinction of life from one to the next. I do not hear, feel, or see as my instinct requires none. I do not hold grudge or favorite and I make my will the universe. All that must be is done through me, and all that is undone is made unwhole through me. I am impersonal and deceitful and make mark upon those who would presume to know me. I am the apotheosis of hatred for those who have it well, but I am not the scale to decide the malevolance of the malevolant. I am the archway to the nether-worlds, the ethereal streams, and the emerald isles. I follow the path straight and stray into neither good or evil. I am nuetral and unconceited, but I am what I am and nevermore was I ever more. I am the apotheosis of death, and spend my days sprinkling bitterness on the lips of the people, turning warm silence cold into the waning of the year as all goes grey. I am the apotheosis of will, and I will the hounds upon the world through the eye of the king in fire, and with my will there will be absolution at last.

I felt like writing something, so I just wrote this for this thread. It's the roughdraft, and it's not really a story or anything. But enjoy ( I hope.). The contrast between summer's half of the sky and the looming grey smear that always accompanied winter was a subtle sign of rain to the man in the alley. Dressed in torn layers of wool and rawhide he might have been warm in the silence of the city's cold had he enough food to vouche for energy, and as it was he shivered lightly. It wasn't helpful or even proper that his only head decor was the tangle of greasy locks and curls, but the long protection was better than nothing. He thought sad thoughts of endless plains and golden rays of light that would be gone until next year. For now he would have to wait where he was; the plains were frozen during the winter, and only those unaffected by the plague could have homes. He would have to avoid others until the urban tombstone became warm, for the marking on his head would harm him yet more in public. Looking longingly at the silent patch of mainstreet he sighed to no one in particular. A broken syringe lay next to him, the idol of his inadequecy and everything harsh in the world. The outbreak of the disease had been treated by the city as miniscule in the shadow of more important events until the first ten died. Thousands more had been quickly diagnosed with the symptoms, and graffiti across the city marketed the line "Death to those who would make prevention for it takes death to get things done." in ridiculement of the city's poor response to the epidemic. Two months after the initial deaths the city, and surrounding plain were placed in quarantine. A week had gone by since then. The man in the alley pondered over how long it would take for the city to die, and he dismissed the thoughts, instead focusing on the ill-fortune of his own situation. The syringe at his side was the final product of his life's achievement. He had been neither a failure or a junkie, and had purchased the beauty-inducing powder to enjoy the little morsel of time his life had alotted him. The brick wall whispered cold to the bare of his neck upon leaning against it. Not that it mattered when the cold was so very much already, and nothing else. There was only time now. Time to wait for the prejected method of death to take it's toll. Terrible, and pale time in the pressence of the alley. The man smiled weakly in retrospect to his life, and closed his eyes to the world that closed it's eyes to him. He nodded off to a world, any world where there was sunlight, and red bricks, and wind in the fields, and there was contentment in the alley on mainstreet just south of the vaccination clinic.

As far as I know, I'm superman.

Yeah, like you said people use religion as a way to ease their mind and they focus their energy into doing things according to religion in an attempt to get into Heaven. If you redirected that energy into better things such as human advancement then a lot of good would come about. Likewise, if people who are normally satisfied with being ignorant suddenly weren't satisfied with ignorance then their refocused energy would do a world of good for the world. So basically my "fear of death" theory is simply a way of trying to rechannel human effort into something constructive, although I'm still trying to develop the theory fully, and encorporate other ideas that also help my goal.

That's not what it's about... Anyways, JH I disagree. You're making the assumption that the people who would be chaotic would be able to lose their fear of death to begin with. There's no point in losing that fear if you aren't going to put it to good use, and while the whole idea could be corrupted for anarchist-based ideals I would think that anyone attempting to market off the corrupted ideas would seem fairly absurd and be ignored.

I've been writing some stuff on the next big "enlightenment" and what will inspire it, and I was wondering what you guys thought of these articles. I'm not sure if I posted this before the site got setback... They're long reads I guess, not too long but long. Please give me some feedback, I think I might have something really good here. http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=36847485&blogID=160948778&MyToken=aa028d40-e243-4ca2-a280-abcc903f40da http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=36847485&blogID=179327200&MyToken=aa028d40-e243-4ca2-a280-abcc903f40da

You know what? Upon seeing Army Of Darkness again I have changed my mind. All I would need is a chainsaw. And my boomstick.

Spoken like a true australian. Spoken like a true australian. hahaha.. thats exactly what i thought when i read it... just didnt want to be the one to say it.. lol It was? .... righto then . . ah . . How? I'm just a little perplexed at what sounds Australian in that I'm not seeing the connection either.

"Hey hot stuff, why don't you let me get a technical read-out of your battle-station?"

There's a problem there buddy. Gas.

I missed it... Can I still talk like I pirate though?

First I'd stock up on as much gasoline as I could (lots of deisel in the gas out here.) then I'd bust into a mall (cliche I know.) raid all of the following; A gun store: Handguns mainly, some carbines, and a shotgun on a sling. Lots of ammo. A Leather Store: Get a good motorcycle jacket with lightweight mesh underneath. Those suckers are tough to bite through. Maybe some leather leggings too, probably rawhide. I'd let in whatever survivors there were, dispose of the infected and then set to work making napalm with styrofoam and the gas I stole. Then I'd spend the rest of the days picking off the dead by dropping canisters of napalm on them, and shooting the crap out of them. We'd be all right for food and such for a long enough time, but yeah. That's all I'd really be able to do. There's nowhere to escape to in the desert. Except the mountains and the caves, but thats lame and wouldn't last long. So I'd rather take my chances trying to kill off a city's worth of zombies until they were all gone. I

I agree, most sincerely. I too, am a folder.

that ^

We're like one big happy family who have never really met each other!

So far, this is one of my favorite reasons for destroying the earth. To prevent some greater disaster

No, the site was and is pretty shitty. Not worth going to, unless to further increase your appreciation for this site.

-Posts to see his post count- EDIT: I'm never going to hit 1000... I was getting there too... maybe I should make like Tofu and spam... I hate this avatar now too... I need V, but the perfect sized picture took me forever to find... Bloody Hell. But it's nice to be back just the same.

I'm slowly falling into the lurker status... So... -lurks-

http://www.despair.com/viewall.html I love this place, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. I'm going to make that says "Where there's a will there's a won't." but I need a picture of like a bunch of firefighters running into a burning building with one just sitting around with his arms crossed... Or with a plumber walking towards the camera with an exploding toilet in the background.