DarthTofu

Do you ever feel that the sound-track of life is the sound of cows in a barnyard? ... And people call me crazy- it is quite clearly the grilling of a cheese and beet sandwhich while submerged in catsup.

Oh, there is so much you can do with psychic electrical powers! Will get to them when I have the time.

Thank you... And I suppose I'll get rid of my new sig now, so as not to be a hypocrate...

Eh? What's this, now? I have plenty of things I could spam about if I wanted to! I just felt like telling everyone about FIRST, seeing if anyone else participated in it... I'm getting ready to head out for day two right now...

Rather good, actually... Though this seems to be much better as a modern novel than a fantasy one So far as magic goes, I have had a few thoughts on that myself- what baout making it genetic? Certain peoples can perform certain spells depending on where they were born, their parents, etc... I was sort of thinking of doing my own style fantasy novel, "The Justice" reegarding five familys who were to be The Justices, a series of magical tatoos passed from the elder to the younger as they grew more feeble and more capable, respectively. The tatoos appear on their own, and are skulls on the forarms, hand palms, and chest, which are capable of magically swallowing anything thrust inside them, and are notorious for not letting go and sucking anything partway trapped all the way in- thus a justice can dissapear within himself leaving only the tatoos behind for his next of kin to magically inherit. Just a couple of thoughts.

... Or we'll at least pretend you did I didn't know that you knew that I had an obsession with fire... I just like blowing crap up... Fire is a good way to accomplish it. If I can find them I shall post the burning bunny pics...

5:00 AM: Alarm clock goes off. 5:00:o1: I slap my alarm with all the force I can muster at 5:00:01 in the morning. 5:30 AM: I finally wake up manage to jam my body into a shirt, only to discover that I have no pants which forces me to venture downstairs to the washing machine to get a decent pair of jeans. 6:00 AM I'm out the door and on my way Brevard Community Collage. Why, you ask? What could possibly have gotten me out of bed at such an ungodly hour? FIRST robotics! (If you are not familiar with this year's problem, I suggest you check http://www.usfirst.org/ and http://merritt.hs.brevard.k12.fl.us/clubs.html for info on both our robotics club and the problem... I'm not on our site, and it is still under heavy construction due to incompotant people in charge of the site... Even though I show up to more meetings than almost anyone else, I'm not on the team according to our web site! *Let's out cry of anguish*... Oh, yes, please don't BEAK the site, anyone...) 7:30 Am: Arrive at the FIRST robotics site and head over to the pit where I meet up with some mentors on my team. 8:00 AM: The team is now registered, our robot is uncrated from its trip to the campus, and a "Chorale" has been set up around our pit area. The robot is raised up on high, and positioned on our wagon so that we can get to the underside of it and work on our harvester mechanism. We get to work attaching the surgical tubing which will draw foam balls into our robot so that we can shoot them through large hoops suspended in the air for the competition. 8:45 AM: An announcement comes over the PA system that there will be a Safety Captain's meeting and a Driver's meeting on the practice field at 9:15. 8:46 AM: After commenting that the safety captains will probably be run over by the drivers if they are attempting to occupy the same space at the same time, I am promoted to safety captain and given a bright red pin to indicate my new promotion. I decide that I shall become a superhero and change my name to Captain Safety- defender of the safe! 9:15 AM: I discover that all I have to do as Captain Safety is BS that we have been safe in putting our robot together (Meaning that I must cover up a few scars) and make sure that everyone in our pit area wears closed toe shoes and safety glasses at all times. 10:00 AM (Or so): Our first practice match. A truly painful experience. The shooter on our bot is woefully inaccurate, and our driver still needs to get warmed up- jamming issues occur in the harvester system, and the robot rocks back and forth on it's six traction wheels with every maneuver, threatening to tip over. Fortunately it doesn't, but we score maybe one shot... Out of about eleven. 10:15 AM: We're back in the pits and hard at work- the programmers are making the controls less sensitive, we (The engineers) are beating the crap out of our harvester system to make it work properly, and the drive team is discussing strategy. 10:30 AM: our bot is inspected. First we are weighed, coming in at 119.4 pounds... The weight limit is 120 pounds. We are then sized up and are found to be exactly within the size allotted for this year's bot. Our bumpers (Which I slaved over forever) are weighed with the front bumpers (Which gave me hell for two weeks) being cast out on account of their taking 15 minutes to get put on properly. They weigh 13 pounds. Good thing we eliminated the front bumpers. 11:00 AM: Second match, and time for me to fill my protesting stomach- two slices of pizza and a paper cup of Sprite later, I watch our match which, while still somewhat painful, goes much better and has a significantly higher (4-5 balls per 12-13 shot) than before, though it still isn't particularly good. Due to a glitch in the scoring system our alliance wins the practice competition- 263 to 4... ****ing owned... 11:25 AM I discover that while I saw relaxing and watching a few matches a safety inspector came by and checked out the pits... Without me, the Safety Captain, present. ****. I head back and get chewed out by at least a dozen people, including an egotistical little ten-year old prick who's father is a mentor... Stupid chubby kid is good for absolutely nothing except thinking that he's smarter and better than you due to genetics... 12:00 PM: Another match, this one truly terrible with not one shot going in and the announcers proclaiming our bot as using a "Russian strategy of 'if you shoot enough times, one will eventually hit your target'". Our horrible wanna-be-third-string-driver's driving test failed, he is told that there is no way in hell he will even be third string- the regular driver is back on the job. 4:30 PM: After a rather long day its finally our last match of the day- and the third-string-driver is somehow calling shots on the drive team, now. In a last ditch effort to get some more points our robot bolts up the 30 degree ramp to the platform which can get us five points if we are up there alone, fifteen if we're up there with another bot, and twenty-five if all three bots are up there. Nobody else is up, and we rush, driving over three or four other balls on the field, and hit the ramp backwards. The robot topples, messing up some of the delicate piping in the system which delivers balls to the shooter of our robot. 4:45 PM: We discover that not too much damage was done, and that the delivery system actually now works somewhat better on one side (We have two pipe-tracks delivering balls on either side of our shooter). The other side is fairly easily repaired, and I head home, finally getting there at about 6:30 PM. I promptly check the forums, am interrupted to eat dinner mid-way through, finish checking the forums, type all of this, and prepare to get ready for sleep soon to make up for what I lost this morning and to be prepared for tomorrow when we aren't involved in practice matches but in the real deal- we'll be playing for real, and can be watched via a live web cast on NASA's website or on the FIRST robotics website... We're team 801 Horsepower from Merritt Island Florida... Watch us, cheer for us, whatever... I just felt the need to share this with you guys if you'd like to watch- you may even see the Dark Lord Tofu on the broadcast wondering about near the field with an array of pins on his shirt and the bright red "Safety Captain" badge on... Ya never know! I'll try to make myself conspicuous for you all, though ... Though if you guys see Sha Fu Chang, deffinately post it on here that you saw him- the kid needs to be famous beyond the state of Florida as one of the only eighteen year olds out there who could build an atomic bomb if he felt like it...

It... It an't be... He... He's alive? Simba! He's ali- Oh, wait, its not "The Lion King"... and I'm not Rafiki... But SOCL is alive- he and SS Officer... And Scath... They're coming back to the forums!

AI, you are better off ignoring Tofu's posts. It's less frustrating (because you're not constantly trying to make sense out of the gibberish), as well as less angering (at least in this case...). I'm saying that its sad how people can take their religion and allow it to be warped and used for the purpose of milking people for money that does not go to any of the things their religion stands for. Sorry if I wasn't clear enough- I just don't believe in people playing off of the fact that most people are Christians to make money, IE Constantine and Dogma.

How awesome... I have a new sig... Discovered that it doesn't work well as an avatar- have reverted to my old personal favourite...

Yeah, but angry mothers can be a rather evil force- they can accomplish a great many things in large numbers *IE the debate over teaching evolutionary theory in school

lol, AI is right (Unfortunately)... I like the idea of a great sickness... Sounds like a semi-interesting story, but then, I don't watch/read many fantasy books- just Tolkein and Stackpole... Could always throw in another race of your own design, of course Wink wink, Nudge nudge, know what I mean, eh? Say no more, Say no more! Oh, wait, this isn't Monty Python...

I knew this day would come... a third crappy X-men movie- I'll be damned if the first two weren't ridiculously corny and Matrix II and III-like... *Pulls out revolver* farewell, cruel world!

Not trying to be a killjoy or anything, here, but try to lay off the swearing if at all possible- take a leaf out of Mitth's book and sensor it if you really want to swear. Remember, this site may be viewed by small children!

Barbie was eventually killed by a military officer by the name of Ken... Combat Barbie was just no match for Marine Ken... *Bursts out laughing*

lol, pretty funny!

"Anakin, stay in the cockpit!" "But I..." "..." "... Stay in the cockpit!" *Bangs head against wall* worst. line. EVER. 'Course, there's always "No... No mom, no! No!", but even that can't compare, though it is a close second with "They're like animals!... And I slaughtered them!... Like animals!" *Continues to bang head*

What was this job that you hated so much? The help desk? Human Resources? Depression therapy doctor? "Now tell me about your problems... I'll, uh, I'll enter all necessary info into my computer..." *begins to read through forums. "okay, well it all started whe-" "HAH! A SPELLING ERROR! BEAKING TIME!" "I- uh, what?" "Hey, did you go to medical school to study psychiatry?" "No, but-" "Then shut you depressed yap about how I'm doing stuff wrong and tell me more about your effing problems, bitch!" That would be Mitth a psychiatrist... Assuming that he went to medical school... Or should I say "Shcool" in honor of Krytos's pics in the other topic?

Quick question: Where the heck did we get the name "Rebellion Reloaded" from? The Matricx Reloaded, or what?

I think they mean like 3D artworkers, as in computer models... I did semi-the-same-thing. not to discourage you, but photoshoping is apparently not acceptable for Redbellion Reloaded...

I'm pretty sure I posted that one at one point... Still, pretty funny... "Sotp, In the name of the law!"

If only I had ten minutes to waste...

Wasn't that already posted in "Hilarity"?

I'm just gonna assume that there is some other, unknown purpose for choosing the name "SS Officer"... though I shall have to delve into this fellow's history to discover some of his last posts... *Delves into history*

I'll be the second to congradulate you... And to tell you that you have a great many more dumbass posts to make before you catch up to Mitth and myself, the Dark Spam Lords!