Nexaduro

Get. A. Grip. On. Reality. To put it in Freudian terms... You're Ego is broken, Mather. Just calm down, quiet down, accept that others can be right, AND GET A DAMNED GIRLFRIEND! Hell it doesn't even have to be a RELATIONSHIP! Find a nice girl to talk to (in person), be friends, THEY might be able to tell you what's wrong. THEY might be able to help. All WE can do is sit behind our monitors and watch you go deeper and deeper off the deep end. You go to school, right? Just make idle talk during group work. Hell, find a club or something.

ARHGHLGHFERARGHLAHK I'M SO TIRED FOR SOME REASON I WANT TO PUNCH SOMEONE IN THE FACE WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MEEEEEE

If I got into a fight, I feel like I'd probably aim for something that would scare the crap out of someone. Clawing the skin around their eyes, at their wrists, that sort of stuff is reflex for me and I have really strong nails. Hence why I wouldn't fight barehanded, I probably would fight 'like a girl' or 'like a psychopath' Because William Goulding is apparently a sucky author. It's a brilliant book. What do you dislike about it?

He's also ignoring the fact that if you actually pulled someone's head down to hit your knee, chances are you'd just smash their chin, mouth, or nose. You see, Mather, the human spine has a tendency to arch in the direction it is being pulled in.

Granted. I wish that the wish that this wish was not easily corruptible was less easily corruptible.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlW0_r_japA Starts at :22, runs several minutes of 'why you're wrong.' Blue belt doesn't mean shit. Martial arts is impractical and probably puts you at a disadvantage until you've reached mastery. Except maybe something like Krav Maga.

I think we're probably fine. A plot harpoon at negative HP can do nothing but bad for Kazi. I'll just focus on successfully getting away from the middle of nowhere. Maybe I'll see dragonfire on the horizon.

Because I'm pretty sure no one likes Penguindrum anymore.

I don't know, beyond the fact that they would beat the shit out of anyone trying to use that move of yours. Note the aforementioned 'knee-jerk' effect. Literally anyone you tried that on would at least smash your pills before the hit, which would probably decrease the force of the blow just slightly as you writhe on the floor. Don't tell me you wouldn't, you would, it's basic human instinct and you personally are by no means capable of keeping your momentum, much less your dignity, in such a situation.

Point taken, a single heal would've been very nice regardless, point grudgingly taken, I apologize/missing my point, and okay. Gotta go to sleep now.

Well, if you don't mind browsing, you can learn a lot just from the PFSRD. Going down the sidebar on that site in order can get you introduced to the concepts pretty quickly, you only have to skim. Alternatively you could ask someone about it, watch a game being played, or something something something. The Tavernites don't have a lot of experience with the system either, to be honest, we just have a shitload of experience over-complicating things.

There's an online community and 'tabletop' programs that let you play over the internet if you so desire. It's not exactly the same, but it can still be fun. I would recommend trying the Tavern game, but we're kind of hard to deal with... I don't pay attention to the GM saying 'don't poke the Griffon!', Retech is a useless cowardly Elf, our Fighter is stuck with the mentally disturbed Druid in the middle of a forest, and the only two sane players are about to be eaten by the Red Dragon our GM rolled them for a random encounter while the Gnome Rogue cackles maniacally over a bottle of champagne in the nearest city.

Do you know what kinda sucks about D&D? When players act like useless cowardly elves and leave you to get mauled by Griffons. I wish there was more incendiary stuff in that game, whatever I can find I'm stuffing in that character's sleeping bag. When life gives you gaming doldrums, make firebombs.

Did you not run away prior to the GM's warnings? You could've at least healed me ONCE, had you done so I probably wouldn't be down three hero points. And don't give me the 'I didn't notice' bit, it's pretty damn hard to not notice a giant Griffon dangling from a child shooting lightning bolts dangling from a flying blue crystal-person. Especially when the creature you were just fighting suddenly dives towards said writhing mass of chaos. Hell, did you even roll a Perception check? What I'm saying is, basically, the characters you play in D&D are kind of all selfish, cowardly pricks. :rolleyes:

AMC? Indeed. Worth watching? Or should I play fun video games?

Flight of the Living Dead: Outbreak on a Plane! This is going to be [bleep]ing hilarious.

Project for English class is a 'thirteenth chapter' pseudo-epilogue for Lord of the Flies. I thought I'd take it in a different direction, and consider some of the Fridge Horror from the island. If you've read the book, here's what I've got after about twenty minutes give or take some time spent looking stuff up: [hide] The biguns were crying. He hadn't hardly seen them cry before. Especially not the Painted Ones, especially not the boy with red hair. A small child crouched among the flaming palms and bushes, watching as the procession of boys now headed onto the boat. Straight lines all around, just like there always had been, before the island greeted them. He felt the fire all around him, blinking his owlish eyes against the inferno, and imagined he could feel the light itself dancing on his skin like a living thing. But this wasn't the safe warmth of the hearths he had once known, not even the wild but inviting heat of the bonfires started by the bigger children. It was a crazed, dangerous creature that he knew would lap him up as soon as the wood fueling it now. Some of the other littluns had already met such a fate, including two friends of his that had been scared from their fruit and ran the wrong way. But I'm smarter than that, he thought. He respected the awesome power of the blaze, having started a few of his own among the branches and leaves that were once heaped about the yards of his old school. So he walked away, the ubiquitous flames seeming to part before him as the sea might for Noah, letting a curtain of fire and ash fall between him and the rigidity, the order, the doldrums of the uniformed men.[/hide] If you haven't read/don't remember the book, that probably didn't make much sense to you. In which case, read it, it's only two hundred pages and has a good reason to be considered a classic. If you have read the book, thoughts or criticisms would do me nothing but good. To clarify a bit, this will be a sort of mini-story following the degeneration of the younger kids and what happens after they're left behind and to their own devices. :)

Working on my project. This is gonna be fun.

It isn't.

Hey, you guys know stuff about fonts right? Can you tell me what these fonts are? I'm doing a 'thirteenth chapter' project in English for Lord of the Flies. I have a good idea but I won't go into that, whatever I do won't stand up to William Golding's work. But I at least want it to look the part.

I, for one, forgive you. If you kill three Griffons for me. Retech, on the other hand, is just a useless cowardly Elf. I'm designing Obsidian!Zaladine specifically with him in mind. :evil:

Be a star! Travel far! Fight against the odds! Roll the dice! Don't think twice! Don't let that weary head nod! You don't know how far you'll go! 'Cause the end cannot be seen! You wonder why you'll pierce the sky? God out of the machine!

Why did I find that so funny? I'm incapable of lucid dreaming :sad: What is this lucid dreaming of which you speak? Also, cool article in The Week about sleep paralysis and the nocebo effect. Apparently, there were 117 cases of men scattered throughout the U.S. having immigrated from some region of Laos dieing in their sleep with no medical cause. It was linked to somehow fatal sleep paralysis being experienced by those individuals and most other immigrants from that region. Apparently, they have strong superstition in that province about evil spirits who cause sleep paralysis, they're repelled by the spirits of your ancestors, but if you break tradition then your ancestors will stop protecting you. These men were no longer living in communal, traditional societies because the American gov't decided to evenly scatter them to avoid the whole race-specific slums thing or something, and they believed that this meant they were disrespecting their ancestors by not being able to follow tradition. Even longer story short, they all died because they believed very strongly that something bad would happen to them (something that is possible and relating to the subconscious actions of your own brain), and that it would kill them. So it did.

Have you ever heard the term 'knee-jerk reaction?' I'm pretty sure that's relevant here.