Thursday, July 21, 2005

Too much time on Gaia.......
Hey everyone. If there are no comments on THIS post, then I'll leave ^_^

Anyways, I think I've been spending a LITTLE too much time on Gaia Online.....

Seeing as I wrote this story.

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Once, in the land of Gaia, there lived a young boy of a mere thirteen years, known as Epsilon Genesis. He was a pale and sickly lad, but would soon be mutated to the extent that this was not noticable. He had a small home in a treehouse to the west of the sleepy town of Barton. He would often, before his work in devotion of Lord Grunny, wear an OMFG, a strange black hat he saw once while visiting the Isle de Gambino, and bought.

In his time in service to the mighty Lord Grunny, a strange green rabbit-like creature with almost god-like powers, the once humble Epsilon, had been exposed to a large amount of radiation. This altered his appearence and mutated him, to an extent of severe disfiguration. On occassion, mysteriously, and for no reason at all, he may revert to his original appearence for an indefinate amount of time. He was in charge of the re-education of those who were against the rule of Grunny, and worked as a volunteer on the weapons program that had been set up.

Now, you may be wondering "How could such a young man, become part of a revolution?". This is a question that Epsilon often asks himself, while working on his latest weapon, or during a re-education session, usually droning out the "student"'s screams. He has never questioned his devotion to Lord Grunny, but he however has begun to think of searching for the only one greater.

Often, after speaking with the other Grunny-ist's in the "forum", a large multiple corridored building with endless rooms, many with walls decorated with banners, or left plain white, he would venture to a small corridor known as "announcements" and observe the dimmed projections of the gods of Gaia, known as the "admins". Among all these admins, none is more revered or respected than the so called "Emperor God", known as Lanzer. From what the dimmed projections show, he looks very much like any other Gaian, dressed in an assortment of clothes, his Gun Metal Jacket and his trusty G-pin, wielding his mighty hammer to defeat the monsterous creatures known as "errors" which take over the fabric of the Gaian world, infecting the databases, great monolithic beings which connect the threads that weave Gaia together. Many Gaians have longed to have any form of interaction with this "Lanzer", but few have even seen him outside of the projections in his work diary and the announcements.

Epsilon had longed to see him ever since one fated evening, when he had went out hunting along the edges of Barton for any rubble that would be of use in weapons development. He had heard a creaking sound from the northwest and felt a tremor. At first he supposed it was just more rubble rolling down the mountainous hill of Durem's reclaimation facility, but the tremors grew stronger and more frequent. He had turned and to his horror had seen a huge, hydra-esque mechanical monolith staring down at him with three heads staring and grinning menacingly. It bore a single word against it's humanoid torso in deep red. "Sushi". The mightiest database, and evidently, the most corrupt. Each head was comprised of a different coloured metal. To the left, was a steel, green Emeraldback Lion head, to the right, a dark gray leaden Diamondback, and to the center in a deep crimson shade of red titanium, a Rubyback head. Expecting the worst, he had thrown his hands up over his face and turned away in anticipation. He heard rushing footsteps and peeked through his arms, to see a gray-headed man in a long blue coat strike the foul monster with a large black hammer. Knowing the frame of his savior, he had rushed forward, but the falling Sushi obscured his vision, and Lanzer was gone.

Epsilon swore that day that he would find Lanzer. After all, he never got to thank him.

It has been a few weeks since that night, and Epsilon had made up his mind. He packed his things and set off to the east. First stop, Barton, to get some supplies. This would be a long journey, taking him all around Gaia, but he was determined to prevail, and so, flickering back into normality, he set off on his quest......
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It's to be continued, so I might post more later.

Quote time!

"Those who desire to give up freedom in order to gain security, will not have, nor do they deserve, either one." -- Benjamin Franklin
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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Another random post
Yep, a new layout. I must say I like this one.....

Well, I got another episode of Lain (which I hadn't seen. w00t). I also have been spending much time on Gaia, even to the extent that I have been called an addict.I've been staying up late as well (it's 03:30 here already).

I know that this is pointless but I must complain......

WHY FRED!? Everyone wanted a new MT on Monday, but you didn't deliver T_T

Fred Gallagher is teh evil.

EDIT - Okay, it was a good issue, so I'll let it slip this time Piro. Keep up the good work ^_^

Anyway, quote time!

I hate people. People make me pro-nuclear - Margaret Smith
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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

For those who are interested, my MSN messenger address is tricky_mickie2005@hotmail.co.uk

(stolen from my brother, mwahaha)

Feel free to add me to your buddy list (if i KNOW you, otherwise, you wait.)
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Not much
Well, the site was redone again with help from Kimara-senpai.It's way better now ^.^

Not much to say at the moment. I managed to find my emergency disc with some of my Lain episodes on it, so it's been re-uploaded to the computer. I rewatched FLCL for the millionth time, and I'm still trying to find the codec that will let me watch Haibane Renmei.

Quote time!

"No matter where you go, everyone's connected." — Lain Iwakura
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Saturday, June 11, 2005

I live!
Just posting to let you know that I live.

Well, this has been a great month. I furthered my idea's, got MGS 3 and DMC 3 as well as Farenheit 9/11, got a decent report card,actually began to build a social life, learned more about a friend and a few other fantastic things which I shan't mention at this time.

It's amazing how fast one can change how they view life. I've actually reached a point of optimism the like I've never known before.

A very close friend of mine also learned to talk about himself, which is great. I think I learned more about him yesterday than I will ever probably.

Well, I could say more, but I'll save it for now.

Time for the quote!

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. ~ Plato
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Saturday, May 7, 2005

A poem
I shall never escape the sinking,
The only release can be a dream,
That dream is now dormant,
So shall be my souls firey gleam,

A kingdom far from here gives out a cry,
They too have lost a dream
And so shall they try,
hopelessly to redeem.

The world now shaken,
having lost every need to live,
will hopelessly continue charity,
hoping to recieve for what they give.

But the world doesn't work that way,
Neither quite do humans,
This is an impossible game they play,
no-one truly wins.

How long must we sink into an abyss,
Hoping for new dreams?
The world lies weeping,
And for good reason it seems.....

The world picked itself up,
vainly brushing off the dust,
Broken, it continued,
Seething with the rust.

It shall never realise that it, has lost all health,
It continues in vainly till the end,
That it has brought upon itself.


Well yeah, let me know what you think.

Time for the quote of the day....

I hate quotation. Tell me what YOU know. - Ralph Waldo Emerson


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